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You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”

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The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”

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“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.

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“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.

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“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.

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The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

Faithfully (Bucky Rockstar AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, OC Ava Barnes, Steve, Clint, Tony, Wanda.

Summary: Being on the road with your rockstar husband had it’s challenges. What if you found out he was unfaithful? (Avengers AU)

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, possible cheating, tiny bit of language, sex mentions, drinking, nudity, bit of angst, mostly fluff. 

Word Count: 3k (including lyrics)

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

Tags are at the bottom

A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

Masterlist

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Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

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Teasing Tom in inappropriate situations would be like

a/n: So here we go sin again
I promised to one anon that I would do a drunk!Harrison and I will, but this one was already in the middle.
Let me know if you guys want a part. 2 or a special request. I’ll try my best even if I don’t check my grammar mistakes and I’m huge trash/sinner

• okay but Tom is not the only one in the relationship who tease the other in inappropriate situations
• you’d be in his room chillin with him
• marathons of marvel movies
• “Okay baby, I understood. You know Robert Downey Jr”
• you’d be using one of his huge t-shirts and he’d be just in sweatpants
• Tom would kiss your forehead and pull you closer in a super hug
• wouldn’t take long for you two start to make out
• you’d be in his lap moving your hips back and forth making the kiss deeper
• his hands on your waist would be pressing you against his hard cock
• he’d move his lips to your jaw, then to your neck, then to your shoulder… he would leave a trail of little red marks
• your hand would be tangled in the hair on the back of his neck and you’d through your head back to give him more access
•he’d take your t-shirt off and would start to kiss your breasts
• you’d crave your nails his shoulder and run them over his chest and he’d whimper and thrust against you searching for more contact
• as you start to kiss his neck and his chest he’d take his pants off
• kneeling in front of him you’d cover the the tip of his length with your mouth rolling your tongue over it
• but suddenly his phone would start to ring
• “Darling, it’s my agent. I really need to answer this call”
• well… your not the one who’s going to use the mouth to talk so you decide to keep doing what you do best
• you’d pass you tongue all over his extension and he’d look you dead in the eye
• with a smile you’d pull half of his hard boner in your mouth and move your hand up and down in synchrony with your head
• as you start to speed up he’d have more difficulties to breath and would start to have troubles to elaborates his phrases
• the only answers he’d be able to give would be “yes”, “no” and “uhum”
• poor baby Tom… the things wouldn’t be easier for him
• you wouldn’t be satisfied with his control so you decide to put all his dick in your mouth at once, the tip hitting your throat making him scream a curse
• “Yeah, definitely this is going to be a great… OH FUCK! No! I just hit my toe on the table. I’m fine”
• now he’d having so much struggles to keep his coherence and you’d feel like a champion
• which time you feel his pulsing veins on your tongue you’d get wetter and moan
• grabbing your hair he’d take your mouth away from him and finally would be able to talk with his agent properly
• or almost that bc he would be thinking in ways to punish you you for begin such a bad girl
• he’d stand up, walk in direction to the door and rest his forehead on the wall
• since he don’t want to have fun you would take care of this alone
• taking your soaked panties you’d lay down in bed and start to rub your clit
• your thoughts would be always Tom
• on how good he make you feel when he’s inside you
• how his fingers always find that particular spot inside you that make you scream
• how his hands dominate all your body
• how his lips are always soft and unique
• wouldn’t take long to you start to make noises
• as you slip your fingers inside you with one long moan would make Tom turn around and open his mouth speechless
• the vision of you with your legs wide open in his bed while you’re touching yourself would make him shiver and he’d feel his cock twitch
• you’d listen him groan and invented a excuse bu at this point you’re not paying attention if he’s talking or not with his agent
• the only thing you’re really care about its how your fingers are curling inside you and how the that familiar warm was being builded in your stomach
• you’d moan his name so low but your wouldn’t stop, would be like your pray
• since you would be so busy you wouldn’t see Tom wrap his hand around his pulsing erection trying to relief the pain
• you’d be lost in time with all your dirty thoughts of Tom, your eyes closed and your backs arched
• you’re almost feeling your walls clench around you when suddenly you’d feel two hands roughly grabbing your thighs pulling your closer
• with the shock you’d take your fingers of inside you and Tom would put your hands above your head
• his eyes would be dark with the desire and you’d swallow hard
• “Now I have all the attention in the world to give to you, babygirl”

Dressing Room Sex (L. H. Imagine)

The bus door slammed shut right before Ashton started calling for you. Tossing the bunk curtains aside, you squinted from the bright light entering your dark bunk. You had been trying to take a nap since you were up late the night before but that now that seemed as if it was going to be impossible. Making your way to the front of the bus you saw Michael and Ashton sitting at the kitchen table and Calum leaning against the few cabinets, arms crossed over his chest. Sliding into the open spot next to Ashton you looked around at the three boys, noting that one of them was missing.

“Where’s Luke?” you questioned.

“He left,” Ashton stated.

“Why?”

“He got mad at us for messing around with him,” Calum informed you.

“For messing around with him? But you guys always mess around with each other…” you said, confused.

“Exactly. Something’s going on with him,” Ashton added.

“How long has it been since the two of you have, you know…” Michael asked.

“Michael!” Calum and Ashton said, looking at him, their eyes wide.

“I-I don’t know. Why?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

“He’s been acting differently since the tour started. He’s been missing notes during shows and his guitar playing has been off. He’s also been in a pretty bad mood lately” Calum pointed out.

“So you think it’s because we haven’t had sex?” you questioned, having doubts.

All three of the boys eagerly nodded their heads. Truth be told you and Luke hadn’t had sex since the tour had started. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to but there was just no privacy on the tour bus and there was still at least another two weeks before you would staying in a hotel. It had been exactly twenty three days since you had last had sex. Not that you were counting or anything.

“So you want me to have sex with him?” you concluded and again, the boys nodded their heads.

You sighed, thinking about their proposal. “Ok fine. But he can not find out about this!”

The boys high fived each other as you walked back to your bunk to lay down. You had a pretty good idea as to when you would make a move on Luke, but you were just hoping that he would return the favor.

The bus door opened and you heard Luke’s heavy footsteps make their way to the bunks. Wanting to join him but knowing he was in a bad mood you decided to wait a few minutes. Closing your eyes you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Your body shook as two heavy hands tried to wake you up. Mumbling, you turned away from the bright light shining on you.

“Babe,” Luke whispered.

Turning around you saw Luke’s blue eyes staring at you.

“The show’s gonna start soon,” he said quietly as you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake up.

You nodded and stretched your body before getting up and getting ready for the show.

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“Thank you much for having us!” your boyfriend yelled into the microphone before running off stage.

He set down his guitar in the appropriate stand before walking over to where you were waiting for him backstage.

“You were amazing babe,” you said as he used his arm to wipe the dripping sweat from his forehead.

You held out your arms and he walked into them pulling you into a tight hug. Almost immediately you felt his hard on pressing into your stomach. Taking a step back, you smirked, glancing down at his jeans, his erection evident.

“How long have you had that?” you teased, moving your hand to brush against it.

“Most of the night. Luckily my guitar was able to hide it,” he told you.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss and moved to turn away but you grabbed his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his you practically dragged him down the hallway towards the dressing room. Watching Luke perform always turned you on and you had wanted him by the fifth song and your core was already begging for attention.

Opening the door to the dressing, you quickly scanned the room making sure no one else was in it. Pulling Luke in, you slammed the door shut, locking it before turning around to face him. He was standing with his back to the oversized couch and placing your hands on toned chest you pushed him backwards. He fell onto the couch, his blue eyes now dark.

You pulled the t shirt that you had stolen from him over your head to reveal your pink lacey bra. Tossing the shirt to the ground, you sat down on Luke, straddling him. Placing your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips against his, biting gently on his lip before pulling away. His hands moved to your waist, playing with the waistband of your skinny jeans. Slowly, you moved your hips against his, his erection pressing against your core.

“A little eager are we?” Luke whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

He leaned up and kissed you hungrily and you could taste the sweat on his lips. His lips moved against yours as his tongue brushed along your teeth. Understanding what he wanted, you opened your mouth as his tongue found its way inside tangling with yours. He let out a soft moan as you tugged on his lower lip.

His hands moved along your sides, causing goosebumps to form. Moving his hands along the material of your bra, he gently squeezed your chest. You let out a moan as two fingers moved underneath the material, playing with your right nipple before moving to the left one.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

Luke obliged and moved his hands to the back of your bra, fumbling with the hook. He always had trouble unhooking it. On the third try, he was successful and he threw it to the floor on top of your discarded t shirt. His hands moved back to your chest as he continued to squeeze before leaning forward and moving his tongue along each nipple. He gently bit down and you moaned as each one became hard from his touch.

When he was satisfied he pulled away, smirking at you. Smiling you stood up and slid your jeans down your legs as Luke’s dark blue eyes watched you eagerly. You kicked them to the side and held your hands out. Luke placed his hands in yours and you pulled him up so that he was standing directly in front of you. Your hands moved to the hem of his sweaty t shirt and you pulled it over his head. Next you moved to the button of his black skinny jeans and pulled them down his long legs. His erection was evident against his tight black boxers and you moved your hand down, palming him through the material. His hands moved to the back of your thighs and he whispered, “Jump,” as he picked you up, kissing you eagerly.

Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair as he took he a few steps, your back coming to a stop against the wall. He placed you down as his hands moved along your stomach and down to your black lace underwear. Without hesitation he fingers moved underneath the material and down to your dripping core. Moving his fingers along your folds, you moaned as he moved them over your sensitive spot. Two fingers slipped inside as he began moving them in and out.

“Luke,” you groaned, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

His lips moved down to neck as he sucked gently, being careful not to leave any marks.

A knot began to form in your stomach and you knew you were to close to the edge but ou weren’t quite ready to release as you whispered, “Fuck me,” in Luke’s ear.

His hands moved from out of your underwear as you moved yours to his boxers. You pulled them down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down, as he let out a deep moan. Thrusting your hips foreward, you ran his length along your folds.

“Stop teasing me Y/N,” Luke growled, placing a hand on the back of your right thigh and wrapping it around his waist.  

He pushed your hand aside as he wrapped his around his erection. He it moved along your folds one more time before pushing inside you. Biting down on your lip, you tried not to scream out.

Luke’s buried his head into your shoulder as he began thrusting, moving at a rapid pace. Your fingernails dug into his back as he moved quickly against you and you wrapped your left leg around his waist. Your back moved up and down against the wall while the sound both of your heavy breathing filled the room as the two of knew neared your release.

“God I missed this,” he breathed.

“M-me t-too,” you moaned.

His thrusts became quicker as you felt the familiar began to form again in your stomach. Your nails dug into his shoulders and with two more thrusts Luke reached his high while your walls clenched around him. You immediately felt your entire body become weak as your vision became blurry.

“Damn babe,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“That was hott,” you said, breathless.

Luke nodded and you unwrapped your legs from around him. He pulled his length out and gently placed you down on the floor. Your legs were wobbly and you kept your hands wrapped around his neck for a brief moment, trying to steady yourself.

“You ok?” Luke murmured.

“My legs are like jello,” you admitted, leaning against the wall.

Luke pressed his lips against yours while a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Why is the door locked?” Ashton called from the other side.

Luke rolled his eyes at Ashton as he walked over to pick up both of your clothes.

“Just a moment,” he called back.

Quickly the two of you dressed yourselves and looked in the mirror one last time before opening the door to an annoyed Ashton.

“We’re leaving in twenty minutes,” he said, walking into the room. “Why haven’t you gotten in the shower? You know the one on the bus sucks!”

Luke smiled, looking over at you. “Wanna join me?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.

anonymous asked:

Angst free prompt: Little acts of domestic helpfulness. Like, making the other tea or making sure their favorite fork is clean or something.

idk if you’re even still around anon because this is nearly a year late and deviates a l o t from the original prompt but it was fun to write anyways :) thank you!

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A fumble with keys, then a rattle as the doorknob turns. While no sound comes from the swing of the door, Neil enters the apartment calling, “Honey, I’m home,” and that makes more of a racket than it would’ve if he’d just slammed it against the adjacent wall.

Andrew, who has long since become used to this particular part of their routine, merely grunts in response. Their mocking attempts to imitate the horrors of heteronormative domesticity is something shared between two men who have finally found themselves settling into a relatively uneventful life, and Andrew cherishes it even if it isn’t worth the breath to say so.

Over the screams of the boring thriller he’s watching, Andrew can hear the clatter of Neil’s keys as they’re dropped into the little dish that the Boyd-Wilds children had made for them, the thud of the door’s latch being put into place, the shuffling of Neil struggling out of his running shoes because he always refuses to undo the laces. He flips through the channels as Neil stumbles into the living room, reeking of and drenched in sweat. His hair is half plastered to his face and half valiantly reaching for the ceiling - courtesy of that goddamned bandanna - and the only thing that Andrew appreciates about this particular image is the fact that Neil’s legs in those tiny short-shorts still look tantalizingly good.

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“No one really gives a shit,” Stanley sighed. “They call me gay. Well, I am, but that’s… they say worse, you know? There are, of course, the fucking skinheads that walk past me and claim that I killed Christ, and dicks who drew horns on my picture when I won the spelling bee in eighth grade, but… Other than that, no one cares. The new hot topic is if you’re anything not straight or cisgender.”

CHAPTER: 1/?

WORD COUNT: 5.6K

RATING: M

WARNINGS: underage smoking, transphobia, homophobia, implied anti-Semitism 

BETAS: @eddison-medicine and @ghostlydenbrough

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Rika's back and MC gets left P. 4

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

  • Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
  • She got off being the one everyone considered the most
  • sure, she lead MC to the RFA
  • sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
  • But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
  • it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
  • And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan

– Yoosung –

  • From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
  • Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
  • Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
  • Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
  • He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
  • Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
  • I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
  • “She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
  • It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
  • “I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
  • You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
  • “Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
  • Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
  • “I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
  • Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
  • He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
  • But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
  • I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
  • Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
  • he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man

– Zen –

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!

Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …

Jahee has entered the chatroom.

Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?

Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.

Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC

Rika: What do you mean?

Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back

Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^

Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?

Rika: I will pass the message along!

Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c

Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^

Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~

Jahee: Oh my heart!

Rika: Good luck!

Zen has left the chatroom.

  • He didnt trust Rika
  • He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
  • He knows he saw MC at the store that night
  • And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
  • Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
  • Would she?

– Jahee –

  • From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
  • Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
  • She did abandon MC just like the rest did
  • She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them 
  • despite all MC probably gave up to help them 
  • But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
  • Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
  • Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
  • For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia 
  • She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
  • Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness 

– Jumin –

  • He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
  • The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
  • The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
  • aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
  • but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
  • But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
  • When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
  • After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
  • But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
  • He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
  • By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
  • Are you almost done?
  • “I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
  • Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
  • “Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this”  the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
  • I dont want to know
  • He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
  • “Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
  • “I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
  • “Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
  • Excuse me?
  • “DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
  • “Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
  • What do you mean hes feeding you?
  • “I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job
  • “What makes you say that?”
  • “RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown
  • Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
  • JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
  • He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
  • Just hurry up!
  • “I would want to bu- OH shit”
  • Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
  • When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
  • But looking at what Seven saw
  • He understood
  • Is that Rika?

– 707 –

  • Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
  • Why would she do that?
  • What was she even giving MC?
  • Where is Unknown?
  • “Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
  • “Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
  • Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
  • “If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
  • Yeah lets do that
  • Seven was in a daze
  • As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
  • He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
  • Unless he too was forced into do this all
  • But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
  • “Please dont”
  • Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
  • “Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
  • “You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
  • Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job

  • You begged her to stop
  • Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
  • You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
  • Please stop this, it hurts!
  • “Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
  • What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
  • “It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
  • You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
  • Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
  • You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
  • “I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
  • You shake your head trying to think
  • Somewhere someone has to know who you are
  • Why can’t I talk?
  • You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
  • “Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
  • “Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
  • The look on her face scares you
  • It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
  • “You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
  • “Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
  • The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
  • “Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
  • Help me please! you silently beg 
  • You wonder why he doesn’t help you
  • “Stay out of this V”
  • You feel something stab your shoulder
  • Then you don’t feel anything at all

– Vanderwood –

  • Seven was annoying
  • Richie rich was annoying
  • They all were pissing him off
  • The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
  • He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
  • But not like this
  • This silence was deafening and suffocating

– V –

  • He didnt want to harm MC
  • she was one of the good ones 
  • but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
  • He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now 
  • with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
  • He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him 
  • Even if MC may never wake up again
  • even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital 
  • even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
  • even if he should become the villain; 
  • he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
  • He just needed for MC to hold onto life 
  • She was already sick 
  • and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working 
  • He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
  • But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
  • By the looks of it 
  • it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her

– Unknown – 

  • Any minute now, it would all be over 
  • one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
  • He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
  • But he couldnt kill MC slowly
  • not with what RIka had made for her 
  • No. 
  • Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed 
  • he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left 
  • He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had 
  • he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
  • All he needed now was to find a way to make amends 
  • To MC and to everyone else 
  • but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung 
  • because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened 
  • and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved 
  • When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
  • Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC. 
  • Did Saeyoung even know?
  • Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
  • Like how toxic they were to one another.
10 ways to say I love you - Peter parker imagine

summary: this is the first 5 (Part 1) of 10 ways Peter Parker shows he loves you, peter x reader. alcohol consumption is mentioned in case that’s a trigger for anyone.

a/n: I actually really liked this Idea and went with it. For Masterlist click Here. I won’t write part 2 unless this gets a good amount of notes so please if you like it, like or reblog! thank you. 


Peter turned the corner of the school hallway to find you furiously unzipping every zipper on your bookbag. You were searching for a pen through your entire bag and locker. You had history next and your teacher only allowed students to write all notes and assignments in pen. The bell rang, indicating that lunch had ended and you still hadn’t found a pen. Sighing loudly you closed your locker and were greeted by Peter. 

“Hey” Peter smiled.  

“Hey” you greeted, throwing your backpack over your shoulder and slumping your shoulders. Beginning to walk towards the stairs, “Wait what’s up?” Peter asked aware of your slumped mood. You took three steps before turning to look at him, a step below you. “I just forgot a pen for class and I didn’t answer the pop question yesterday correctly, which means he will call on me to check all of my work- which I won’t be able to write because I don’t have a damn pen” you gushed out all in one breath. “Easy, take mine” he handled you his only pen. 

“what will you write with them” you questioned, warily taking the pen. “I’ll figure it out when I get there” He said intertwining your hands together and leading you to class. 


Peter rapidly tapped his fingers against the desk, spaced out from whatever the decathlon meeting was discussing today. He was counting down the seconds until the bell rang and he could rush to meet you outside your classroom. He knew you had to return the majority of your books today and he could only imagine the literal weight on your shoulders. As soon as the obnoxious ring sounded throughout the room, he bolted out of the room. 

Flying down the stairs and taking a sharp right turn towards your class, he caught you just in the nick of time. You were walking out of class with 3 textbooks stacked over your arms and making small talk with Michelle. One of textbooks started to slip from your grasp and peter was at your side immediately picking up the fallen book. “Hey Parker” you greeted him. “Hey” he leaned in, kissing you and swiftly taking all the books onto his arms, and pulled away. “Let me carry these for you” peter signaled towards books now resting in his arms. “God I love you” you sighed out while rubbing your sore arms. “I know” He shot back with a smirk. “Okay, Han solo I need to return these after lunch so meet me at the library” you pecked his cheek and turned to walk with Michelle.

“He’s so whipped” Michelle said matter of factly and laughed. 


“Petre R u up”

A text Peter received from your number at 10:30pm on a Thursday night.

“Hey what’s up? Are you okay?”

He quickly straightened up and grabbed his phone it was unlike you to send these type of texts on a school night. At once, he received an incoming call from you He picks up and starts bombarding you with questions and to which you only answer “shhh I miss you Parker” slurring in last name a bit. 

“Are you drunk right now?” he asked quickly throwing off the covers and searching the room for a T-shirt. “Maybe, I’m at Liz’s, for a project, project for science, yep a project, I’m sleeping over and we may or may haven’t gotten into Liz’s dad’s liquor cabinet” You stuttered out. You knew it was a bad idea to get drunk on a school night but you underestimated the power of alcohol and how much of a lightweight you are.  “He’s out of town, we are in the clear… I miss youu” you giggled at something Liz said. “I’m on my way” Peter whispered into his phone as he snuck out through the fire escape window. 

“no don’t come, you can’t come, no boys allow liz’s rule” you said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay” peter says worrisome into his receiver. “Okay fine…. but how are you even getting here though? you don’t drive” you question. “Uh Uber” he says, pulling his mask over his face. 


On your one year anniversary, Peter gives you the typical flowers and love letter. Until you spot the CD attached to the back of the letter. You look up at him to see the sheepish smile on his face. “You made me a mixtape?” you question already smiling. “Yeah I memorize every song you every sang under your breath to and put them on a disc” he said staring at the ground now, blushing. 

You thought back to before you and Peter were even dating, when you were just bus partners and you sat next to him with your headphones in. You knew you hummed into to quite a few songs but now you had realized you might have sung a few as well. You grabbed your laptop from your bed and slipped the cd right into the slot. Nothing played on the first try nor the second or the third. You even tried playing it on your DVD played with no luck.

“Maybe my computer disk reader is broken” you offered after seeing the look on Peter’s face. “No i just think I don’t know how to burn CDs very well, I knew I should’ve asked Ned for help I’m sorry for ruining the anniversary” He looked down at his knees. “Hey no you didn’t ruin anything Peter it’s the thought that counts here” You put your hand under his chin, “I’m serious this, today was really great” you assure him. Looking between his lips and his eyes you begin to lean in when music starts blaring from your laptop speaker, interrupting your moment. 

“Hey at least it works” You tease and roll on your side to scroll through different songs Peter picked out for you. 


Peter snapped a picture of you leaning on the lunch tables deep in thought, the camera noise going off pulling away from your thoughts. 

“You taking pictures of me again Pete?” You point your fork at him accusingly, before grabbing another ball of noodles with your fork. He just nods examining the picture detail by detail as if he wasn’t sitting in front of the real thing. His lips twitches at the way you scrunch your eyes when you’re concentrated. He follows every curve on your face with his eyes. 

“oh come on let me see it, I hate off guard pictures I always look pissed off” you reach over the table and grab his phone. You look at the picture then back at him, “just as a suspected, I look extremely pissed off at the ceiling.” Peter immediately chimes in that he thinks you look great.

“Of course you did Peter, I could wear a sock on my head and you would tell me I looked amazing” you smiled at him caressing his kiss. ”Yeah true but i seriously think you look good in this one, its wallpaper worthy” he says like staring down at his phone again. “Only Wallpaper” you ask raising an eyebrow. “You already know you’re my lockscreen and wallpaper” he rolls his eyes but nevertheless blushes. 

“Thought so, you’re mine too by the way” You smile before turning to playfully flip off Michelle after hearing her make gagging noises towards you and Peter. 


Please lmk if you want a part 2, aka the other five reasons, cause my most recent imagine flopped.

the magical things that are spoken from the boys


if u wanna know which vid a quote’s from, i remember (most) of them 👉😎👉 (or at least have a general idea) so don’t be afraid to ask !


“HE’S GOT LIKE ONE HEALTH, JUST POKE HIM. POKE HIM WITH A STICK AND HE’LL DIE”


“So this goes on top,, and then you’re on top of me……… this is really gay”
“This is so gay”


Brian: I never thought I’d say this but,,,, we need to fuck 407
Craig: heya, don’t threaten me with a good time


“See this C block? Ya know what it means?”
“Uhhhhhh”
“It means you’re a cunt”

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Wicked - Bucky x Reader

!!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Summary: You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much preassure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will loose you.

Warnings: Mild profanity (very mild), death, blood (?)

Words: 2,400+

A/N: I changed from my last post and I now write as “she/her” instead of “me/I” as I like the sound of it better! Please tell me what you think!

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Originally posted by coporolight


Out of every, possible event, she hated Tony’s “celebration parties” the most. They could have gone one a stealth mission and gone unnoticed to the world, yet he would throw a party for their victory and people would show up clueless, desperate to mingle with the mighty Avengers. It was pathetic, if she had a say in it, both from Tony’s part and the guests, but there was little she could do about it apart from not attending the party itself. She usually ended up working in some form instead, either training or doing paperwork. This particular time, training sounded more needed.

They had came back from their mission a two weeks prior and she had spent those weeks resting. God knows she needed that time off but her body couldn’t rest for long before it began to crawl with anticipation for any kind of action. Whatever action she could get from training would have to suffice. She entered the gym, which was eerily empty of course as everyone was having a grand ole’ time a couple of floors above. She didn’t have to worry about any machines she wanted to use being occupied however or having to hold back grunts and brutal expressions, which was a nice change.

She got on the treadmill, wanting to warm up a little with a two mile jog or something along those lines. She increased the steepness and put the speed on medium and created a steady rhythm in her movement. It was calming, feeling her body in synch with what seemed like the world. Her mind drifted from reality and to not, back and forth. She went over a few work-related things in her head that she had to remember, thought about that trip to the Caribbean she had wanted to go on for years. Before she knew it, the timer went off, indicating that her two miles were up. She climbed down the treadmill, her mussel warm and ready to continue working out. The only problem, she could feel the stitches hurting.

After their mission which was to hunt down a group of people who had gathered way too much chitauri technology for both their good as well as everyone else’s, she had gotten a little roughed up. Some guy might have stabbed her with a blade made out of chitauri metal. She was sick for five days with alien-fever, or whtever, whilst Bruce’s serum worked its wonders slowly, and the damn guy who stabbed her managed to pierce the bottom of her left lung of course. It had been painful to breathe the first week but after that it had became easier, and if she rested any longer, she would loose her mind.

She got onto the bench press, grabbing the weight that was still resting on it which was decent enough. She clutched her hands around the iron bar and took a few, steady breaths before raising it above her head. Her mussels tensed as she began to heave the bar up and down, sweat beginning to form at her hairline. She could feel the burn beginning to build up in her arms and she smiled, feeling like she was returning to her normal self again. Training was a big part of her life. Seeing as she had no powers or intense background story, training was all she had to remain qualified for the team.

Snap.

She could practically hear it.

The weight fell behind her head and tumbled onto the floor as she rolled to the side, falling to the ground with a loud and abnormally painful thud. Her hand clutched over her ribs where blood had already started drenching her white shirt. Her breaths became more shallow and extremely more difficult to take. No doubt, blood was beginning to fill up her left lung. She tried to sit up at least, but a wave of pain shot through her body, making her head involuntarily fall back against the floor. She attempted to put pressure on the wound that had split open as she felt more blood run down the side of her chest. That hurt more than anything however and a strained cry left her lips. Her throat felt dry but gradually the test of iron became more prominent. She tried to swallow it down and winced at how painful that was too, feeling numb from the pain that she kept going through.

“F-Friday?” She called out, hoping Tony hadn’t muted her for the evening, if that was even something he could do.

How can I assist, Ms. Y/L/N?

Oh thank god. “I need h-help… I’m bleeding I- I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Her chest was practically jumping up and down from the short and ragged breaths her body allowed her to take.

Contacting all team members.” She informed much to her relief. A few seconds passed of silence however which I she didn’t necessarily like. “I am unable to reach most of the team but I was able to contact Mr. Barnes.”

That would have to be good enough.

She remained as much pressure to the wound as she could but panicked as she felt blood reach her elbow. She glanced down, feeling faint at the size of the puddle which had formed around her. She was loosing blood, fast, and Tony’s damn party was ruining everything.

The door to the gym bursted open within barely thirty seconds and Bucky emerged in the doorframe, his chest heaving up and down rapidly and fear taking over him as he saw her laying on the floor. He was frozen in place for a few seconds, eyes blown wide.

“Oh god…” He rushed to her side, kneeling in the blood and removing her hand over the wound, whimpering at the sight before covering it with his own. She cried out in pain again as he put more pressure on it than she had herself, her heart rapidly beating at the increased pain which was unbearable. “I- I don’t know what to do!”

She met Bucky’s ice cold eyes, unable to focus properly as the faintness became stronger. “I don’t know e-either…” She admitted with a forced smile, revealing her blood stained teeth to Bucky who whimpered again.

Bucky looked down to her face as She lazily glanced up to the ceiling. He could see how dazed she was, how hard it was for her to breathe. Every fiber in his body wanted to do something but none of the options that came to his mind sounded any good, but he didn’t have much choice. “Listen, Y/N. I’m going to pick you up now, okay? I need you to keep pressure on that wound for me. Can you do that? Y/N?”

He tried to contact her which became more difficult by the second. She managed to nod however and placed her bloody hand over his before he pulled away. He put his metal arm under her back and his flesh one under her thighs, as steadily as possible raising her off the ground and feeling his heart rip at the weak sounds that left her lips from the torture she was under. He carried her out of the gym and his hearing listened to nothing but her breathing which he could swear became shorter and shorter.

“You with me?” He questioned as they reached the elevator, the doors opening up as they approached. She hummed quietly which was as good of an answer as he was going to get. He told Friday to take them to the others. He really couldn’t care that there would be a hundred guests on that floor. Y/N was far too hurt for him to care about some random people seeing her half dead in his arms, her blood covering both herself and him. As the elevator slowed down and they reached the party deck, it felt as of time slowed down too. Bucky felt adrenaline rush through his system as the doors open and the crowded room came before him.

“Steve!” Bucky screamed as loud as he physically could, the entire floor becoming dead silent by his thundering shout before erupting with yelps and gasps of shock. Tony was the closest and dropped the drink in his hand, the glass shattering and its pieces blending with the champagne. Bucky fell to his knees and placed Y/N on the floor, his jaw clenching as he saw how pale her skin was.

“I didn’t know what to do.” Bucky stated as Tony knelt on the other side of her limp body, beginning to look over her injuries. Steve was pushing through the crowd towards them and soon reached them, his mouth dropping upon seeing Y/N and all the blood on both her and Bucky. Tony raised her t-shirt to her chest, seeing the wound which had opened right up.

“Her stitches have been ripped. We need to get her to surgery, now! Where’s Banner?” “I’m right here.” He just came to the scene and Natasha and Thor were not far behind. Clint, Sam and Rhodes glanced back to her with worry from time to time but had all mutually understood that the guests couldn’t be left alone. The three of them created a small barrier and kept reassuring the guests that everything was alright, although it was far from.

“Bu-” She tried to say Bucky’s name but her voice betrayed her. “I-” Her breathing became alarmingly shallow and rapid, fear filling her eyes as she could tell herself that she was slipping.

“No…” Bucky said, a year rolling down his cheek as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Everyone around him were in panic, hurrying for the things she needed, trying to save her. He just watched her as her face stilled and her chest fell flat against the floor, the life running out of her eyes until they were still as stone, staring right into his. “No…”

He pulled her into his arms, not listening to Tony or Bruce or even Steve. He pressed his lips against her forehead, rocking back and forth in panic as she laid there, dead.


He sat by the hospital bed where they had put her, eyes stinging red and his fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the hospital bed. He rocked back and forth subtly, anxious beyond compare. God, he had feelings for that women and he never even got the chance to tell her.

“It should be wearing off.” He said impatiently, watching Y/N’s pale face which appeared so lifeless he almost couldn’t look at her. Her pale lips were still stained red from her blood and it looked as if she would never wake up.

“It is.” Bruce tried his best to sound reassuring, and he did a good job, but Bucky didn’t care. He listened to the beeping of the heart monitor and studied her body like a hawk would its prey. Every movement he detected, every rise and fall of her chest. He noticed how her closed eyes tightened and how she sighed more deeply.

“Y/N?” His hand clutched hers, avoiding the clasp around her finger with a long wire from it. He watched as her eyes groggily opened and a smile spread across his face, tears welling in his eyes that he couldn’t care less about if she noticed.

Everyone could feel the electricity between the two of them, even Vision who had little to no grasp of the concept of love. Everyone could see it but the two of them it seemed. They were honest to themselves, at least. Bucky knew how he felt for her and she knew how she felt for him, but they were blind when it came to seeing one another. When she had been stabilized, everyone had left her be as they knew Bucky would want to be alone with her until the second she woke up. It didn’t matter if it would have taken a week. Bucky would have stayed awake every minute incase she ever needed him. It was a mystery how Y/N couldn’t see that and it was a miracle that Bucky hadn’t been able to see the pure admiration in Y/N’s eyes every time they spoke to one another. The two of them took the saying of “love is blind” to a new level.

“Hey…” He continued to smile as her eyes met his, his flesh thumb moving back and forth softly over her hand. “You left us there for a moment.”

She sighed again, trying to gather herself as the sedatives and painkillers were still dozing her off. “You did?” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, looking for affirmation in Bruce who stood behind Bucky.

“We did.” Bruce confirmed.

“You want to know something cool though? Or something I know you’ll find cool, at least?” Bucky wanted to lighten the mood as he knew that’s what she wanted. He watched the curiosity begin to eat at her as he dragged out the moment.

“Just tell me!” She said impatiently, her normal character detectable.

“Thor had to use his hammer to jumpstart your heart.” He grinned and she gasped, lips parting and eyebrows raising.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“I’m not kidding. We didn’t have time to get a proper defibrillator, so Thor improvised.”

“Ha… Wicked.” She let out an airy laugh, smiling. “One of you better have that on film. I swear, that’s going on my resume… Y/N, trained in hand to hand combat with the Avengers, electrocuted by freaking Mjölnir and still alive.”

Both Bruce and Bucky laughed when the door to the hospital-like room opened up.

“There she is!” Natasha emitted as she and Steve entered the room. She carried a bouquet of white tulips in her hand, knowing they were Y/N’s favorite. “How’s our idiotic friend, who though training after being stabbed in the lung was a good idea?”

Y/N flipped Natasha off, laughing before pain took over her features, her hand instinctively moving to her chest. “God that hurts.”

“I’m putting you on a three week rest this time. No lifting weights, you hear me? No training.” Bruce warned her and she saluted, confirming that she had indeed heard. Bucky watched as she slowly began to recover and act as herself again and it brought warmth to the old man’s heart. He had watched her die, watched her heart stop, yet only moments after waking up, she was back to normal.

Maybe it was the fighting spirit in her, or the pure joy she always carried around, but there was something about that girl that set her apart from everyone else in the best of ways.

Sentiments Mean Nothing

A/N: Welllll, first Harry Styles fic because, honestly, I’ve been a hardcore fan of his and the boys since literally 2011 and his solo career has been hitting me right in the heart, my baby’s doing so well, I’m such a proud mother. So, have this. This is, by far, the longest shot I’ve written on this blog so let’s hope it doesn’t get too boring and you enjoy it as much as I did writing it x.

Warning(s): Swearing, very slight Daddy kink at the end, suggestive sexual nature throughout

Word count: 4,261

Pairing(s): Harry Styles x Reader / Harry Styles x OC (Original Character)


          You know, it wasn’t so much that she and Harry hated each other, per se, rather it was just that they had both developed a sort of, mutual dislike towards one another that, quite frankly, neither of them knew where it stemmed from. The pair had done nothing wrong to each other to deserve the hostility, but it was there and they both never really knew why. It was very much like an ancient feud between them.

Very Montague vs. Capulet-esque.

However, considering that they’d only had the pleasure of knowing of the other’s existence for about 2 years, the use of the word, ‘ancient’, seems invalid. Nevertheless, from the moment they first met, there seemed to have been an already established tension between the two personalities and needless to say, neither of them cared for the personality of the other.

See, he was a private person, an introvert, you could say; despite being a household name around the world, and preferred to keep himself to himself regarding personal matters but being quite the socialite when it came to public appearances.

She, on the other hand, she was… loud, in Harry’s books. An outgoing and excitable character that wore her heart on her sleeve within the comfort of her inner circle in contrast to the shy, non-talkative woman he had met through a mutual friend during a party.

With him being the one to instigate the conversations the whole time with a drink in his hand and a wide, fake-looking smile that looked practiced for situations like these, she found him pretentious and over-bearing. Talking to her as if she was a little girl who was too immature to talk to strangers.

And with her barely opening her mouth to answer his questions, nodding her head up and down or shaking it from side to side instead as an indicator of her feelings to avoid awkward stutters and embarrassing herself, all the while sipping from her glass and avoiding the glint in his eyes as he talked to her, he found her dismissive and arrogant. As if she didn’t have the time to converse with someone like him.

Despite their feelings towards each other, though, they had wound up spending extended amounts of time together over the course of the 2 years seeing as she had managed to pick up the job of his fashion stylist ever since the band went on a hiatus and he launched his solo career.

Although, the former cold-shoulders and silent treatments as they went on with their own tasks for the day started to dissolve. Their prejudices were still upheld, just shown in a slightly different manner as they became more accepting and comfortable towards their mutual distaste for one another.

During the first year, scornful glances and tight smiles were shared as they conversed briefly as to what Harry would be wearing for his next TV appearance. This was to be replaced during the second year with extra touchy-feely advances to tease and sarcastic remarks followed by cheesy pet-names to piss each other off were exchanged as she took Harry’s new measurements.

“You should buy me dinner ‘fore you get on your knees, sweetheart.” A dirty, but snide, comment was normal from Harry and she had honestly been expecting it from the moment she had started to measure his inseam.

“’S a good thing you pay for dinner then, i'n’t it? Tha’ way you can get on your knees for me.” She spoke in rebuttal before leaning back into a squatting position and standing back up. Her heels adding a good three inches to her height but still not nearly as tall as the 5'11" man in front of her.

She pivoted on her heel to place the measuring tape back in its rightful place before recording the numbers into her little journal of everything important she needed to know about Harry in order to fit him perfectly to his tailor-made, brand-name outfits.

She heard him step off the mini platform at the centre of the room and stalk behind her, his warmth radiating from his body to hers.

Why does he always stand so close, for fuck sake, it’s like he has no spacial awareness.” It was times like these where she thought to herself if there would be any chance in the world, where she could find a genuine bubble she could permanently place Harry in to avoid the close contact every minute, she would.

“Tell me again why we need t’ do these fitting things every six months? Seriously, ’m a grown man, my body doesn’t change tha’ much in tha’ time period.” Harry starting to fiddle with her pen she just used to write with as his minty breath fanned over the right side of her face.

“It does with your irregular fucking diet plans, Styles. Would it kill you t’ stick t’ one regime?” She spun around and leant against the grand table with her arms folded, looking up at the, now short-haired, tattooed man as he shifted to put his hands on the edge of the intricate furniture either side of her body.

“Mm, I think ’s jus’ 'cause you wanna try your hand at seducing me during these sessions.” His voice lowered down to a sultry, deep tone in an attempt to fluster his stylist but she, as always, stands her ground.

“If I wanted t’ seduce you, baby, I would’ve done it by now,” She leant up slightly, the endearing term fell from her mouth without hesitance while their breaths mixed between their parted lips as she continued. “And besides, size 10 feet? Not tha’ impressive.” She smirked subtly as she saw his face fall. He knew what she was indirectly referring to and, judging by the way he reacted, she knew she had hit a nerve in which she also gathered he would to try prove her wrong.

But before he could, however, she slipped out from underneath him and started walking towards the entrance to exit the room, her heels clicking against the expensive marble floors, not bothering to close the chrome door and yelling a, “make sure t’ lock the door when you leave!” to a rigid Harry who let out a sigh and rubbed his ring-clad hands over his face to let out some frustration towards the woman who was trapped in between him and the mahogany table not even thirty seconds ago, before slamming his hand on it and purposely leaving the door wide open in spite.


          “Change.”

Was the only word from the judgmental, but somehow always right, fashion stylist that Harry heard as he did a twirl in his new suit. Having quite the admiration towards the look, if he does say so himself, after inspecting it in the mirror.

“Whyy?” He drew out the word to emphasise his annoyance with the constant change of outfits. He might as well be a marathon runner, he’s breaking a sweat from changing his bloody clothes.

“Because, honey, the shirt doesn’t match the suit at all. That’s why I told yeh t’ wear black, not white, bu’ look who didn’t listen yet again.” She stood there behind him with her pen held in between her front teeth and one arm around her torso to keep her other elbow resting on top, catching his eye through the mirror.

He scans her choice of clothing today and, as per usual, she’s wearing the most stylish and trendy pieces that she matches so well with her heels. Harry’s never really understood how she so effortlessly throws together a look ready for the runway everyday when she comes into work but still manages to keep it light and casual as if it was the first thing she found in her closet earlier in the morning.

He trailed his eyes up her body, tanned and fit, may he add, to her subtly made up face which was glowing. He assumed it was from the highlighter she applied, because why else would he describe her as 'glowing’? That’s disgusting. He doesn’t like her. Not one bit.

“Have you quite finished staring at me, or do I need t’ get the camera for yeh so it’ll last longer?” She allowed the tease to be projected as she approached him, standing on the tiny platform, meaning their bodies were now pressed against each others’ closely before she shrugged off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“'Ey, 'ey, 'ey. You normally need t’ get me drunk first before we can 'ave some fun, darlin’.” He smirked down at her, watching as she aggressively rolled her sparkling eyes at his comment. She continued to pull the shirt off of him and stepped down to grab the black shirt she had wanted him to wear in the first place.

As she turned around, she couldn’t help but notice a slight change in his physical appearance. His back muscles seemed more prominent. His thighs looked even more full than they already were when she last took a good look at them. His arms were bulkier. His torso now adorned with evident bumps of abdominal muscles. Even his cute, little bum seemed rounder and plumper which made her stifle a giggle.

“Awe, babe, have you been working out?” She had to bite her bottom lip to stop her bursting out into laughter when she caught him standing up a bit straighter, looking proud that his work was noticeable.

“Nice t’ know you were checking me out back there. Like wha’ yeh see, angel?” The pet-names were used as a kind of second nature to the pair of them now, but they were far from endearments. No, on the contrary, they were always laced with slight undertones of incivility and cheek. They were both familiar with them by now.

“Oh, most definitely. You been working out jus’ for me? I know ’m the only one you strip down for lately.” She referenced to the multiple outfit decisions they had to endure with every appearance he made in public, which people would be surprised as to how often that is, and she had to make sure that he was not seen repeating a look. God forbid he wore the same trousers twice.

She slowly made her way towards the, still shirtless, male stood in the middle of the high-ceiling-ed chamber, decorated with mirrors, as she ran her hands up and down his back before rubbing at his shoulders. Harry’s head fell back at the sensation of the soothing motions on his shoulders, he had been meaning to go to a masseuse to get the knots out of his joints for a while now. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, completely forgetting that she would be the last person on Earth he would want to touch him like this a few days ago but he allowed the action.

“Yeh know I was filming 'Dunkirk’, sweetie, don’t flatter yourself.” He retorted as he pulled her round to his front by her waist and leant his body against hers, his frame towering over her smaller one.

“’S a shame, really. And here I was, about t’ let you have your way with me only if you had jus’ admitted this is all for me.” She fake-pouted as she taunted him, something she has perfected over the years, with her hands resting against his naked chest. There was something about the way her clothed, soft chest was pressed into his bare, hard one that made the both of them lose control of the situation at hand temporarily as they focused on each other in that moment.

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” His voice switched to a low whisper, a threat almost.

“I don’t have to.” She replied with confidence, her eyes flickering to his raspberry-coloured lips that looked so inviting.

It was strange for the both of them, being in this position they’d never thought they’d see themselves in, but here they are. Through all the slight sexual tension covered up by distasteful remarks about each other over the years, clouded by the decision subconsciously made that they had a repulsion towards one another, they had failed to realise that attraction could’ve easily been confused with said repulsion, convincing themselves that it was a fact neither of them liked the other and that was final. Perhaps too afraid to confess and deal with the consequences of their feelings.

Just as they begun to come to terms with the compromising position they were in, and even more conflicting emotions fluttering around the space, the door was pushed open and two flailing bodies broke apart at lightning speed. Harry quickly finding his black shirt and fumbling with the buttons as the flustered stylist violently grabbed her journal and pretended to write in it whilst holding the pen upside down.

Not another word was spoken between the two of them as they complete the fitting session, everyone coming to a conclusion that the black shirt was indefinitely better than the white, much to Harry’s dismay, and their day was done.

The two parted and went their separate ways, however, the mental image of the other never left their minds for the rest of the week until they had to face the music at the next session.


          Harry was fucked.

Royally fucked.

So fucked, in fact, that he decided to wallow in self-pity at how fucked he was then he went out and fucked a random girl whilst thinking of fucking his attractive stylist he had now realised he had already fucked things over with.

If that doesn’t scream, “fucked”, I don’t know what does.

Though what he didn’t know, was that said stylist was also feeling the same way about him and was completely distraught over the idea that she might like Harry Styles. The same Harry that would make her want to rather die than converse with him for more than ten minutes. The same Harry that would tempt her to spit in his food whenever it got delivered during the fittings. The same Harry that would force her to socialise with large groups of people she didn’t know when he knew it made her uncomfortable.

But it was also the same Harry that, when he held her in his arms that other day, made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. And it was the same Harry with pink, soft lips that she wanted to kiss so desperately whilst, at the same time, tugging on his curly locks.

Though, more importantly, he was her Harry. He had always been her Harry to tease, to taunt, to tantalise, and to mess with until he’d get all riled up and sometimes push her against the wall (which she didn’t necessarily mind). But now, she wanted to describe him as being her Harry in a different way, and that scared the shit out of her.

She didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore, it’s like her life lost all purpose if she couldn’t make fun of the Cheshire-raised lad, and now all she wanted to do was tell him about her family and cuddle. She had actually begun to suspect she had developed some sort of illness and hoped it would go away like a common cold.

Although, she figured this was not the case the next time she saw him, in all his 5'11" glory, at a party very much like the one they first met at two years ago. Sipping on her alcoholic beverage, she observed him from far away as he mingled, as he always does so flawlessly, with people she had never seen before in her life. The very mere fact that he was in her presence not even ten feet away made her stomach tighten with new feelings she never thought she would associate with the musician and she hated herself for it.

Turning her body away from him towards the bar, she asked for another drink, slipping the rectangular note of currency towards the bartender as he fixed her up yet another glass. She knew she had most likely needed to have stopped drinking so heavily around the 'two hours ago’ mark, but right now, she really couldn’t care less, she just wanted to forget about Harry and if getting her stomach pumped for the first time means achieving her goal then fuck it.

Her motive was short-lived, however, since the charming man that was swimming her mind plopped himself on the stool next to her and gave her a sly smirk.

“Wha’ do we 'ave here?” He questioned, mainly to himself, as he observed the obviously intoxicated woman in front of him.

She rolled her eyes, hopping off the high stool, only to fall face first into Harry’s crotch which made him jerk back at the impact and let out a slight groan before cupping her cheeks and lifting her head up to inspect how far gone she really is.

“Heloooo, handsummm!” She tried her best to imitate a wolf-whistle seeing as she couldn’t actually whistle so instead made a sort of high-pitched, 'whi-woo’, as she trailed her index finger down the curve of his cheek and smiling drunkenly, “I misst yeww…” The slur in her words concerned him, not knowing how much she’s had to drink and she clearly could not stand up without support.

“’M gonna take yeh home, okay, baby girl? You’re alrigh’.” He scooped her up into his arms without any struggle and started to manoeuvre his way out of the clammy air of the bar to the nippy, fresh air of the London streets. He set her down on her feet for a second, leaning her against him to keep her balance, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, knowing that even though his place was only a rough 20 minute walk from the party location, the chilly air would get to her more easily than it would him, she’d always been sensitive to the cold, and at this time of night, it certainly didn’t make the air more humid.

After a solid few minutes of walking to his abode, they finally reached the welcoming front door of his mansion, him fiddling in his pocket to find the right set of keys before twisting the lock and pushing the door open. A gust of warm, fruit-scented air hit the both of them as he stepped inside, laying her down on his extended white sofa in the living room before closing the door.

“Mmm, are yeh gon’ sex me up noww, Daddy?” Her sudden words making him choke on his own spit, as he cautiously walked towards the tiny figure resting on his comfortable seating area.

“No, no, ’m not, baby, not right now, yeh need t’ rest. I’ll get yeh some water and some Advil t’ take then we can go t’ bed, okay?” He spoke in a soft, calming tone that made her suddenly relaxed, only finding the strength in her to nod before he stroked her hair back from her face and made his way to the well-presented, expensive kitchen with more room than he needed.

As a matter of fact, all the rooms in this place were more than he needed, if he was honest, but he just didn’t know what else to use his money on.

Approaching the worn-out female sprawled across his sofa with a glass of fresh water and two pills in his other hand, he set down the glass on the side table whilst reaching his hand out to tilt her head up slightly and sit her up enough so she could swallow comfortably. He pried open her mouth by holding her jaw and placed the pills on the top of her tongue that had traces of alcohol left on it, bringing the liquid up to her lips and telling her to swallow gently. She obeyed and took the medication before slumping back onto the cushiony surface as he sighed, soaking in her beauty, even in this state of mind.

He watched as she closed her eyes and got comfortable, taking it as his cue to leave her to sleep, so kissed her forehead with care, and started to prepare to deal with whatever shit storm that was bound to happen, in the morning. Well, that was until he heard a small whine coming from her calling out for him.

“Harryy?… Stay wit’ meh? I wan’ cuddles.” She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling gently at the sight. She was just so adorable, how could he say no?

“’M right here, poppet, ’m not going anywhere.” He answered her before carefully laying down beside the inebriated girl he had grown fond of these past couple of weeks and tangled their limbs together, letting her rest her head against his chest and wrap herself around him in an attempt to snuggle and use him as her own personal pillow and blanket.

As he listened to her breathing become regular and so quiet he had to strain to listen to it, he knew she had fallen asleep so pressed another tender kiss to the crown of her head and whispered to her in her unconscious state.

“I’d never leave you.”

And it was in that sweet moment that Harry now realised that she had a hold on him, and he intended on not letting go.


          Harsh rays of bright sunlight beamed through white, sheer curtains and hit her face as she stirred from her slumber. It was a Saturday morning and she was definitely not in the comfort of her own home so thought the worst and groaned inwardly in shame at herself for letting herself get so wasted. The first thing she did was just look down at her, what she expected to be, naked body, but instead found herself and the mystery man fully clothed. Confusion overtook her features and something she noticed right away was that her 'pillow’ was breathing and they’re not supposed to do that, right? Or was she still tripping from the after effects of the amounts of alcohol she consumed last night?

A wave of pain radiated throughout her head as she groaned, bringing a palm to her forehead in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe it slightly. Her movements unnoticeably woke up her 'pillow’ and startled her when the familiar deep, raspy, and, dare she say, sexy morning voice sounded from underneath her.

Oh, fuck me, not Harry. Anyone but Harry.” She thought to herself, although not truly meaning it since she found herself absentmindedly wanting the situation to have been more… wild.

“Well, good mornin’, sunshine.” He chuckled lightly at her facial expression following the pet-name he had chosen.

“Wha’ the fuck happened last night?” She asked half-heartedly.

Part of her didn’t really care what happened whilst the other part dreaded what his answer would be.

“You really don’t remember?” His voice was thick with an emotion she couldn’t quite pin-point but she did know that she felt guilty after hearing it, sensing that he was a little disappointed.

She merely shook her head and bit her lip, titling her head up to read his clouded eyes, they always gave away whatever he was thinking, she detected this within the first few months of knowing him.

“It doesn’t matter, now can you get off of me, you’re starting t’ feel like a deadweight. I honestly can’t feel my legs.” His whole demeanour changed in a split second and she was a little surprised but what did she expect, really? He’s just the same old Harry, though she’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt a little.

“I’m not getting up 'til you tell me exactly wha’ happened, Harry.” She was adamant. She was always the type of person to get answers out of whoever she wanted, he was starting to wonder why she wasn’t a fucking lawyer or something.

“Listen, nothin’ happe-.” He was cut off by her swollen lips pressed against his.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, he was bloody flat-lining on the inside but he quickly reciprocated the sudden, but passionate, kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist with her hands coming up to caress his cheeks. Her legs ended up either side of his torso and she pulled away just before he had the chance to poke his tongue in her mouth, just to tease, like normal.

“D'yeh want something t’ happen?…” She questioned him inquisitively, not 100% sure that he shared the same feelings that she had pent up inside of her for, what felt like, decades.

He responded by flipping her so she laid on her back instead and hovered over her, leaning down to peck her lips once more before moving down to her neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

“All ’ve been thinkin’ 'bout for ages, darlin’. Let Daddy make yeh feel good.” He smirked into her skin once he felt her gasp quietly and visibly tense at his words.

“I called you, 'Daddy’, last night, didn’t I?” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once she heard him chuckle and answer with a muffled, “you did”.

“And it definitely won’t be the last time.” He commented in a sultry voice before raising his head to make eye contact with her and leaning down to connect his lips with hers another time.


He made a promise, and he was damn hell-bent on making sure he kept it.

sugardaddy! Seungcheol

for anon who’s request is floating somewhere around here

admin Seri edit: this was the first au i’ve ever, EVER wrote and it was hella short, so as i’ve improved, kinda, please read my new version ;)

  • could probably never be a sugar daddy bc this boi wants sum romance
  • he’s been around testosterone and taking cold showers for like 5 years okay
  • after all that, he’s lowkey looking for some love 
  • just lowkey 
  • not giving his number to every pretty girl he sees or nothing 
  • and as much as he’d love to have someone he could spoil, he didn’t want someone who just wanted him for his money 
  • the first time he meets you is at an overly priced restaurant 
  • as a college student, you were so thankful to find a job there
  • overly priced restaurants pay well 
  • meaning you wouldn’t do a single thing to jeopardize your job 
  • “Hi my name’s Y/n, your server for today, what can I get for you?”
  • one of the two cute guys in front of you smirk
  • “your number” 
  • your smile tightens as you try not to show a reaction 
  • “what can i get for you” you repeat 
  • the two guys exchange looks and finally the other guy states his order 
  • and besides the occasional wink and smirk, nothing else happens 
  • until you start to clear their table, and see a huge tip 
  • it’s normal to see that, but not the words written on the cloth besides it
  • “call me love” with his number and signature 
  • Choi Seungcheol
  • you roll your eyes, immediately throwing it into the washer, forgetting about him 
  • so a week later when he comes is, specifically requesting you as his server
  • your feign forgetfulness 
  • “Hi my name’s Y/n, your server for today, what can I get for you?”
  • you smile innocently while he gapes at you in amusement
  • at the end of his dinner, as your handing him his card back 
  • he finally says something to you
  • “i never got a call” 
  • you smirk, “sorry it must of got lost in all the other booty calls” 
  • he leans forward, winking, whispering in his deep, rough voice 
  • “well I only want yours” 
  • you roll your eyes, immediately spinning around 
  • to you, guys like him were all talk, the minute you say something back that would actually offend him
  • he’ll destroy you
  • forcing that smile back onto your face, you push through the rest of your shift 
  • until your shift finally ends and
  • oh shit it’s raining
  • of course you didn’t have an umbrella, of course 
  • so protecting your phone with your life, you use your purse as your hat
  • running to the bus stop
  • after a minute of getting soaked, you get blinded by a light 
  • some boujee ass car pulling to the curb 
  • you were going to keep moving forward, not curious at all 
  • the driver’s door open and you immediately recognize that annoyingly handsome face 
  • “get in” 
  • it only takes you a couple seconds to decide 
  • run in the rain for another four blocks 
  • or get in the car with a stranger 
  • so you get in, deciding if anything does happen, 
  • you’ll use your heel and foot to smash his face against the window 
  • “thanks” you huff as you settle in your seat
  • “couldn’t have my baby getting sick now” 
  • rolling your eyes for the hundredth time you sneer 
  • “you can stop that now” 
  • it becomes strangely silent 
  • and you thought you actually offended him 
  • “part of the reason i’m attracted to you”
  • you turn to him, surprised by his soft tone
  • he continues, “is because you don’t seem to care about my money, my looks” 
  • your heart beats faster at his words
  • “so i’m asking you seriously, give me a chance?” 
  • he keeps his eyes on the road while you’re in your thoughts 
  • “turn here” 
  • you clear your throat in nervousness 
  • “i’ll be honest, those first two meetings put me off” 
  • he chuckles 
  • you quickly tell him to stop in front of your apartment 
  • unbuckling your seat belt, you turn, smiling slightly at him 
  • “but okay, one date. i don’t like flowers by the way” 
  • his eyes widen in surprise
  • you open the door, almost leaving
  • but turn around 
  • “i’ll text you,” you flash a smile, eyes full of mirth 
  • “and don’t get me wrong, you being hot is a total plus” 
  • he doesn’t bother holding back his laugh as you exit the fancy car 
  • “babe shower so you don’t get sick!” 
  • his caring words left your heart beating all night 
  • needless to really text him 
  • to which he responds excitedly, showing an extremely cute said of him
  • and quickly schedule a date 
  • you wait in front your apartment, heart fluttering when he pulls up 
  • he’s not dressed in a suit like before, but fitting jeans, sneakers, and cute t-shirt 
  • he walks up to you and hands you chocolates
  • “come on” he says
  • leading you to the door while your staring at the chocolates 
  • “um Seungcheol these as some really expensive looking chocolates” 
  • “because they are” 
  • so you spend the entire car ride making him eat them with you, the two of you giggling while singing along to radio songs 
  • one date leads to another and before you even realize, you two are full on dating now
  • he buys you things 24/7
  • if you so much as glance at it, your gonna get it
  • wholeheartedly just wants to be extra and show you how much he loves you
  • even tho you know damn well he already does
  • shit this boi can be responsible af with money but when it comes to you
  • what is responsibility 
  • you guys will be out shopping, whether its at the mall or flea markets 
  • “baby, you like that shirt?”
  • “yo ring that up for me”
  • or you stare at a handmade bracelet for a second too long
  • “ajumma, how much is this”
  • all his friends get whiny because of you because he won’t hesitate to buy you something 
  • but they have to full on beg if they just want food
  • “yah, you guys already got your meat. sit down or you aint getting anymore”
  • you’ll be like “babe, i dont need this stuff”
  • “nah its okay baby” 
  • and buys you your 4th pair of gucci slippers
  • or heels, which ever way you roll
  • but that’s that sugar part
  • if we talking about the daddy part
  • you KNOW Seungcheol a freak daddy cough;)

Originally posted by kristian-do

~ admin seri

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Seth Rollins - Prompt #80

Prompt: “Does he know about the baby?”
Requested: by Anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1700+
y/s/n: your sons name
y/t/n: your twitter name

It had been just over 6 months since the birth of your baby boy and you were making your return to smackdown tonight. Not a lot of people even knew you were pregnant. You had injured your knee and that’s when you found out you were 9 weeks pregnant so you just told everyone that your injury left your future in jeopardy. The only people that knew were Renee, Dean, Maryse and potentially Mike if Maryse told him. They are your closest friends, Renee and Maryse even made it out to Florida for the birth. 

You arrived at the arena in a blacked out car. Renee and Maryse met you in the parking lot. They quickly helped you and y/s/n into a private locker room where Dean and Mike were waiting for you. Your return was going to be a surprise. You hoped the crowd was still on a high from Wrestlemania 33 and that they remembered who you were. 

“Let me see him!” Maryse cheered taking the blanket off the baby carrier to reveal your sleeping baby. “My god he is cute!”

“You better start some procreation of your own” you smirked nudging Mike 

“I mean we have enough practice” He smirked back at you

“Speaking of the baby…Does he know about the baby?” Dean asked 

“Way to bring down the mood Dean” Renee mumbled 

“Well sorry. But he’s still my friend and I still believe you should tell him. Do you know how hard it has been to keep it from him?” Dean sighed “He asks about you a lot” 

He being Seth. You boyfriend, even your fiance at one point in time. Everything had been great, you had the perfect relationship. Everyone warned you about him when you came up from NXT. He didn’t have a great record in relationships. So you played hard to get and made him chase you for an entire year before you caved and went on a date. Everyone said that you changed Seth, and for the better. He was a nicer person outside the ring and worked hard inside the ring. After two and a half years together, he asked you to marry him in front of a house show crowd. It wasn’t until a year later that everything went south for your relationship. Ideally, you would have gotten married in a matter of months but both of your schedules were hectic so it was going to be some time before you were able to get married. 2 months before your wedding your world went from the happiest it could have been to the lowest of the low. You hurt your knee and was taken to a hospital where you found out you were pregnant. Seth was on a different leg of an overseas tour and was going to be coming home in two days. You were so excited to tell him and decided to do it in person. 

However, that didn’t happen.

Renee found you the day before Seth came home and showed you some photos that had surfaced online. It was Seth and a bunch of random girls that you had never seen before. They were all of him and he was grabbing them and kissing them. Your world fell around you and you told Renee about the baby. Within 24 hours, Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike helped moved all of your stuff out of the home you and Seth shared into Dean and Renee’s house. The next day when Seth came home it was basically world war 3. A lot of yelling, a lot of crying on your side and a lot of begging on Seth’s side. He said that he was drunk and that he was sorry but you just couldn’t do it, so you left and never saw him again and never told him you were pregnant. 

When the draft happened you were pregnant with only the people who needed know knew, you were drafted to smackdown with Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike while Seth was on raw with Roman. Seth tried to meet up with you to talk but it never happened. You made sure about it. You kept your pregnancy out of the media as well so he had no idea.  

“You realise next week is the superstar shake up right?” Mike said “He might get moved to smackdown or you might go to raw” 

“Or both might happen and we won’t be on the same brand still and he won’t have to know” you shrugged. “Ryse will you watch y/s/n while I’m out there?” 

“Of course!” Maryse beamed


“I forgot how amazing that felt!” You cheered coming back through the curtain hugging the other women in the division. None of them knew you were coming back let alone in the building so when you went out there they were all shocked. 

“They loved you out there” Alexa smiled 

“You didn’t miss a beat! Knee feeling okay?” Nattie asked 

“Uh yeah it feels good” you smiled, if only they knew that your knee injury was fine a month after you were injured. 

“So we have to go out to celebrate” Becky smiled “Not only the return of y/n but also the fact that were not all gonna be here next week” 

“I would ladies but uh…I can’t. First night back and I’m really tired” you lied. It took some convincing but you were able to weasel your way out of it. You didn’t stay for the rest of the show. You took y/s/n back to the hotel, still able to keep him away from prying eyes amazingly. 

That night, your son slept perfectly, yourself… not so much. You barely got any sleep. At about 3 am you decided to get on twitter and see what the world thought about your return. 

@RomanReigns - She’s back! @y/t/n you killed it 
@WWEEMMA - Can’t wait for this shake-up, hopefully I’ll be brought back to my girl @y/t/n
@SashaBanks - yess girl! @y/t/n 

You kept scrolling through twitter when a tweet caught your eye. Seth. 

@SethRollins - get to see @y/t/n back out there. She hasn’t missed a beat in nearly 2 years xx

Should you reply? You hadn’t really been keeping up with his career or life over the two year. You knew he got injured, came back and got injured again and won his match against triple h at WrestleMania but other that you didn’t know anything. You decided to leave it and turn to reality tv to help you sleep. 


“Thank you, everyone for meeting with us today” Triple H said standing in front of a small group of talent that included Dean, Maryse and Mike. 

“Why are we here?” You asked 

“Well as you know you, the superstar shake up is this week and you guys are the ones being moved” 

“Oh god” You mumbled as you looked at the raw people who were going to Smackdown. Kevin Owens, Charlotte, The New Day, Rusev, Lana, Sami Zayn, The Shining Stars, Sin Cara, Jinder Mahal and Tamina. No Seth. That meant he was staying on raw and I was going to raw. I grabbed Maryse’s hand “He’s gonna find out, I’m going to have to tell him” 

“It’ll be okay” Maryse rubbed your hand “We’ll be there for you” 

We had to stay for a few more moments before we were dismissed. 

“Maybe it’s time he knows” Dean shrugged “I know he was a dick but y/s/n is his son too, he has a right to know” 

“He wasn’t a dick, he was thinking with his dick. He doesn’t deserve anything” you hissed. That night you held y/s/n close to your chest. Your mind raced with the worst possible things that could happen when Seth found out. He could yell, he could try and take your son away from you or what you thought would be worse is that you open your mind to letting Seth be a part of your son’s life and he rejects the idea…

The next day you headed to raw with the rest of the smackdown crew. You were all being given a private locker room to share meaning they were about to find out about y/s/n. Everyone was pretty shocked. Mickie went straight into mummy mode and Alexa was all over him. They also all promised to keep the secret as well, which was nice of them. 

You, Alexa and Mickie made you way back through the curtain after it was revelaved that you were on raw. You stayed in gorilla to get interviews done for wwe.com and the youtube channel. Although you wish you hadn’t because that was where you ran into Seth. You had thought when you saw Seth for the first time face to face you might have felt angry or sad or even love but you felt nothing. 

“Hey y/n” 

“Hey Seth” you smiled at him. If he was going to find out about y/s/n sooner or later you were at least going to be cevil with him before he found out. Your eyes widen as you heard crying and over Seth’s shoulder you saw Bray Wyatt walking towards you with your son. 

“I’m so sorry y/n he won’t stop crying and Dean wasn’t there, or Mike, or Maryse and I didn’t know how to help” He said. He looked really worried as if he had done something wrong. You smiled and took y/s/n from Bray. 

“It’s okay, Bray he probably just missed me. You didn’t do anything wrong” You smiled “Thank you” Bray nodded and headed off. 

“W-W-Who’s this?” Seth stared at the baby in your arms 

“This is y/s/n” you said biting your lip calming him down. 

“Is he…is he….” he was in shock, he just couldn’t get the words out.

“Is he yours?” you asked, Seth nodded “um.. yeah he is” 

“We’re so sorry y/n!” Maryse said running up with Mike and Dean “they pulled us for interviews we were gone for like 2 minuets” 

“Its okay guys” you reasured them. 

“They knew?” Seth asked 

“Yeah…”

“Dean you knew? And didn’t tell me?” 

“Look man I’m sorry. It was her choice I couldn’t go behind her back and tell you” Dean said 

“I understand Mike not telling me bu you, You’re my friend…” 

“And so is y/n and she is Renee’s best friend too” Dean said 

“I can’t believe this” Seth shook his head “I can’t do this” and with that Seth walked away. 


part 2

anonymous asked:

omg can u write a niall something where u have a one night stand with blonde niall and it was the best you ever had and you've never found him again and then a bunch of years later u meet and do it again but dont recognize eachother until you do it and u both realize its eachother and laugh.. AND TALK ABOUT HOW you've SEARCHED EVERYWHERE TO FIND EACHOTHER omg please THANKYOU (you can change some shit up or make it shorter anythings fine really thankyou so much)

So I changed a lot about this, because I couldn’t logistically make it work.  But…here ya go.

My friends were idiots, but I loved them.  In my line of work, it was hard to find people you trusted.  So yeah, they drank a little too much and sometimes made inappropriate remarks and were the kind of people to set their hair on fire for a good time but none of them had ever sold a story about me to a tabloid.  And from where I sat, that made them golden.

Being Niall Horan had its moments, its high points and its low points.  Thankfully for me, more high than low.  And tonight was a definite high point.  A night out with my friends.  I hadn’t seen them in almost a year.  I was looking forward to this.

They were all as happy to see me as I was to see them.  It felt like family getting back together.  I just wanted to sit down and shoot the shit with my friends.  It was nights like these where I was reminded that having a number one album, single and tour didn’t make me any better than anyone else.  I was still normal.

Aiden tapped the neck of his beer against mine as he sat down,

“Good t’see ya, Brother.”  He said as he sat down next to me on the couch.  

Mark had turned on some Fleetwood Mac while we waited for the football game to start.  Mark, Ron, Lee and Andrew were all in Mark’s kitchen getting their drinks ready while Aiden and I talked.   

“You too.”  I answered, both of us taking long sips of our beers.

Aiden smiled as he lowered the bottle from his mouth,

“Look like rays of sunshine are about to come out your ass.”
I just about spit my beer across the room as a hearty laugh exited my mouth,
“What?”

“Just an observation.  Not like ya don’t have shitloads of stuff to be happy about.  Number one album eh?  Impressive.”

Just then Laura and Amanda burst through the front door, their boisterous voices announcing both their arrival and that they had liquor.

It didn’t take Amanda but five more minutes to suggest a game of truth or dare.  She was so innocent sometimes, God love her.  I was game though.  Anything so people would stop commenting about how happy I looked.

“Truth or dare?”  Laura asked, her eyes boring into mine.  

The hours had gone by quickly now and the game had turned into more fun than any of us had anticipated.

“Truth.”  I answered.

Laura thought for a moment, tapping her perfectly manicured red nail against her beer bottle,

“Tell us about the most amazing night you had with a woman.”

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But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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All I Want for Christmas is You

I haven’t written anything in 38,000 years (and you can tell because this is :/, and I really need to start practicing writing short stories again instead of plays, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT). I think the last time I posted something was Christmas last year. I couldn’t go without posting my annual Christmas Harry one shot, imagine, ficlet, whatever you wanna call it. So here it is, something short, sweet, and to the point! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!- Kaylin 

It’s calm.

That is the first thing to come to mind as you stand alone in gentle glow of the meticulously decorated Christmas tree in the living room of your parents’ house. You stand with your arms wrapped around yourself, taking in its glory. The mix of nutmeg and fresh pine lingers lightly in the air throughout the house. It’s calm. You sigh a breath of relief, even daring to smile, because you did it. You survived Christmas Eve for another year, you both had.

And the calm stillness of the night settling over the dark house is almost foreign in comparison to the scenes that’d played out earlier in the day, before everyone retired into their separate corners and eventually to bed.

But there you are, alone, drowning in the familiarity of Christmas as a feeling, an emotion. It leaves you feeling overwhelming content, as if everything in the year, no matter how big or small, doesn’t matter over the next few days. It’s the promise of unconditional love and warmth, followed by the promise of a new year, a chance to redo it all. Hopefully, this time you’ll get it right.

 Suddenly, you’re no longer alone. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you securely and safely and warmly against him. “It’s a little after midnight. Merry Christmas,” Harry murmurs in your ear and kisses your jaw as he sways you a bit.

 “Merry Christmas,” You say with a smile that grows helplessly wider, because how couldn’t it? It’s perfect. He’s perfect. Everything’s perfect.  “Are my cousins asleep?”

 “Mhmm. It took a lot of reassuring that my good friend Santa would only come if they went to bed.” Harry rests his chin on your shoulder. “Your mum did a great job with the tree.”

 “You know that’s her job. She’d probably kill us if anyone else touched it,” You chuckle.

 “She’d let me touch it,” He says with so much certainty it makes you laugh.

 Lovingly, you rub his arm as you continue to look at the tree your mom is so proud of year after year. “Yeah, what makes you so sure?” You ask.

 “When you all left us here to go to the store, she let me help her with it,” You feel Harry shrug.

 “What?” You whip around his arms to face a pajama clad Harry, and by his expression, you can tell it’s exactly the reaction he’s hoping for. “She let you help her?”

 “Yes,” Harry laughs, his cheeks dimpling with ease. He turns you back around again to face the tree. “See, look. That ornament right there. She let me put that one up. She even said I did a good job.”

 You turn to face him again in joking disbelief. “Those are bragging rights, Harry Styles. None of my other boyfriends were even allowed in the living room when she was putting up the tree. I think the hair cut did it,” You tease him, combing your fingers through his short hair. The long hair was a head turner and a conversation starter last Christmas, but as always, Harry was a good sport about it .

 “Shut up,” Harry laughs as he swats your hand away. “Do you bring home every guy you meet?” He teases, raising a brow. You chuckle as you lean into him and rest your head on his chest. You let out a sigh, your eyes drifting shut.

 “Doesn’t everyone? I saw this guy standing by the bus stop once, so I brought him home to Christmas dinner. His name was Alex, or was it John? Oh, well.” You say with a shrug, tilting your head back again to look at him.

 “So I’m just some straggler you brought home along the way, huh?”

 “Guilty, but you’ve come home with me for Christmas two years in a row now. That should count for something if you think about it, Henry?” You smile innocently.

 “Oh, I’m sure,” Harry says, calling you by the wrong name. “Not so fun, is it?” He says as you roll your eyes.

 “No, it isn’t, Hank.”

 “Hank?!” Harry laughs genuine and loud, surprisingly high for his low register. His face lights up, head falling back with his eyes shut tight. And like always, it warms your heart to see him like this, at peace and relaxed without a care in the world.

 Giggling yourself, you cover his mouth with both of your hands, trying to shush him as quietly as possible. “Harry,” You say warningly, pleading for him to be quieter. Cautiously, you lower your hands once he settles a bit.

 “Sorry,” Harry mouths with a cute, apologetic smile. “Should we get started?” He asks nodding towards the fireplace. His hand travels down your arm, his fingers enlacing with yours.

 “I mean, are you up for the task?” You ask, trying to pull a serious face as you drag him over to the fireplace

 “It won’t be easy, but it’s for an important and worthy cause,” He nods with determination, playing along. “All good?”

 “All good?”

 “Break,” Harry says, sealing it with a kiss before letting go of your hand and disappearing into the kitchen.

 You go over to pick up the glass of milk and the platter of chocolate chip cookies you’d both helped the kids bake for Santa earlier in the day. Harry was covered in flour, recounting his days as a baker back in Holmes Chapel. When you rolled your eyes, he protested that he was, in fact, a baker.

 “I’ve got it!” He resurfaces, raising the pen and paper in victory.  He plops down soundlessly onto the couch. 

 After you place the glass on the table, you join him, careful so that none of the cookies slide off of the plate and onto the floor. He drapes your legs across his lap, rubbing along your thigh. It was the job the two of you’d been given just like the year before it.  Eat the cookies, drink the milk, write a letter back from Santa, and put the presents under the tree.

 Harry picks up a cookie, tapping it against yours. “Cheers,” He says playfully before taking a bite. “Pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.” 

“Shut up,” You laugh after swallowing. “Get to writing, Santa,” You order.

 “Yes, ma’am.” Harry winks at you. He uses your legs as a table, getting to it. As he writes, he hums to himself and it eventually turns into soft singing. Mindlessly, you tap your foot along until he places a hand on your leg, nonverbally asking you to stop.

 “Sorry, babe,” You apologize, eating another cookie. You offer him one, and he takes it gladly.

 “How does this sound?” Harry asks with a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie, holding up the piece of paper.  He swallows and clears his throat, putting on his best Santa accent.                

 “You’re a mess.” You laugh once he finishes.

 “But you love me,” He says plainly without a doubt in his mind.

 “I do love you,” You lean over, giving him a kiss. When you go to pull away, his hand is on the side of your face. “You have a little chocolate on your lip,” Harry grins, pointing to his own lip with his other hand as he leans in again.

 “Yeah?” You smile, letting him move closer.

 “Yeah,” His voice gets softer the closer he gets until his lips are on yours again. It’s soft, with the sweetest intensity. Just like Harry. It’s slow, in a dangerous way. It’s the type of kiss that leaves you always wanting more, and when it comes to Harry, you can never get enough. He lays the trap and you fall into it every single time.

 “No, we have to finish up here first,” You mumble against his lips, doing nothing to end the kiss.

 “Fine,” He says, taking his time to pull away.

 You sit up, moving your legs from his lap. “Do you want another cookie?” You lean over and grab the glass of milk from the table, taking a sip for your little cousins’ sake.

 He shakes his head, “I’m good. Thank you,” He says, focusing on folding the letter neatly before handing it to you. You get up from the sofa and walk over to the fireplace, putting the near empty platter back in its rightful place along with the glass. Next to it, you put “Santa’s” letter next to it.

 “Let’s find those presents and put them under the tree,” You turn back to him with a tired smile.

***

“Look who’s alive,” Your cousin teases as soon as you walk into the living room. The rest of your family, Harry included, is all gathered around the tree in their pajamas. Natural morning light floods the room, casting an inviting subtle glow.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” You chuckle sleepily, rubbing your eyes and walking deeper into the room. One of the little ones run up to you, tugging at your pajamas pants and calling your name excitedly. She waves the letter with a wide, adorable gap toothed grin. 

“Look,” She hands you the paper. “Santa wrote back, but he spelled favorite wrong. There’s no ‘u’ in favorite. I know, because Ms. McGowan taught us. It’s f-a-v-o-r-i-t-e,” She giggles as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. You glance up at Harry, trying not to laugh.

“Did he, sweetheart?” You chuckle, giving her back the letter that clearly made her day.

Defensively,  Harry swoops her up in his arms, holding her on his hip. She gladly wraps her little arms around his neck. They’d been best friends ever since the two met each other in the previous year. She first heard his accent, and she’d been attached to his hip ever since. The fascination with the “doodles” on his arms followed shortly after. 

“Maybe Santa found a cool way to spell it, yeah?” He smiles at her and holds up his hand for a high five.

“Yeah,” She smiles, accepting what he says as she slaps her tiny hand against his.

“Hey, sweetie, do you mind grabbing my hot chocolate out of the kitchen?” Your mom asks out of the blue.

You frown a little, considering she easily could’ve gone into the kitchen herself. “Yes, ma’am,” You nod anyway, going into the kitchen. Amongst the trays of food and the bottles of wine crowding the counters, there’s not a mug in sight. For the hell of it, you check the fridge just to be sure, but once again, you end up empty handed.  

“Mom, are you sure you left it in-“ Your words trail off as you walk back into the living room. It’s quiet. The music has stopped. The collective chatter has gone silent. Your family stands around with suspicious, beaming smiles on their faces. Naturally, you narrow your eyes at all of them.

 “Is everything okay?” You chuckle with uncertainty. You can feel it, the energy in the air suddenly shifting into an electric charge. Something’s about to happen, and you can sense it.

“Santa wrote another letter,” The little one runs up to you again, waving another letter around proudly for you.

Confused, you glance over at Harry. “Did Santa really?” You ask as you take it, unfolding it. Sure enough, it’s in Harry’s handwriting, and you can’t help but to wonder when he took the time to write it:

Dear Y/N,

This is Santa speaking. I am writing to you, because I want to help my good friend Harry. You see, he was on the nice list this year, and he only wants one gift. When he told me what it was, I admit, I thought it was a pretty big job even for me. But nothing’s impossible if you put your heart into it, and that’s what Harry wants to give you, his heart. Forever. He wants you to know that he wants your heart too. He promises to take care of it and protect it for the rest of his life if you give him the chance. It’ll take a lifetime for him to prove exactly just how much he loves you, so much so, he can’t imagine going another day without you. You get the point? I’ll let Harry take it from here.


-Santa

With a bit of caution, you lower the paper to see Harry standing in front of you now. Before you get the chance to say anything, he starts to speak. “I love being your boyfriend so much, but honestly, love, I think it’d be pretty cool to be your husband,” He says, taking your left hand in his. Your family laughs, but it sounds so far away. Everything’s happening at once. Your mind and your heart are racing a millions miles a second. ‘Is this happening, is this really happening?’ are the only words you can only seem to think of, but they never reach your lips.

And Harry finally starts to make his way down to one knee with the little black velvet box in hand, the one you hadn’t even noticed at first. You finally find the words to speak. “Oh my god,” You gasp, tears streaming down your face before you can even register them.

With the eyes of your entire family on the two of you, Harry looks up with hope in his eyes and on his lips. He calls you by your full name slowly, and if you’re not mistaken he sounds nervous for a boy who’s usually so cool, calm, and collected.  He fumbles as he pops the box open, revealing the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Will you marry me?” He says the four words that’ll change your lives forever.

“Yes, oh my god. Yes!” You blurt the words out faster than you realize. Your family cheers as Harry slides the ring onto that finger, and you cry harder because there’s not man you’d rather spend the rest of your life with than Harry Edward Styles.


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Give Me Your Hoodie (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Give Me Your Hoodie (Jared Kleinman x reader)

Notes: This was requested from this list of prompts—it was for the prompt I forgot about the no spaghetti strap rule, give me your hoodie before a teacher notices.”

This is my first requested fic, and idk how it turned out…the end is kinda rushed, but hopefully the rest is okay. I just love Jared and also, this seemed like a good time to project body insecurity stuff, so. Yeah. You get some chubby!reader x Jared Kleinman.

Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing, reader is lil bit uncomfortable with body.

Words: 2290

The air from the vent overhead smacks your bare shoulders, a harsh reminder of why you’ve been standing in the Murphys’ bathroom for five minutes, doing nothing but staring at yourself in the mirror.

When you laid out your outfit yesterday before coming over for a sleepover with Zoe, it was simple: jeans and a cami and a striped cardigan big enough it nearly swallowed you. It covered you in a way that made you feel comfortable, not to mention it would be perfectly acceptable according to your school’s dress code.

The only problem is, you apparently forgot the cardigan.

There’s a soft tap on the door. “Y/N?” Zoe’s voice comes through the door slightly irritated. “Connor’s bitching about needing in; is everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You swallow hard and take in your reflection again. The ugly pink straps of your bra stand out for all the world to see, the thread-like straps of your cami doing nothing to hide them. Your eyes drift down to your stomach, to the way the cami hugs it tight and shows everything you usually keep covered with a big t-shirt or sweater. You cross your arms, but even that doesn’t make you feel more covered up; all it does is squish your boobs up so that not only will people notice your stomach, but they’ll notice them, too.

Your face flushes with awful heat for what seems like the hundredth time this morning. You don’t hate your body; over the past couple of years, you’ve actually started to accept it the way it is. But that doesn’t mean you want the rest of the school seeing it. “I’ll be out in just a minute,” you say, your voice coming out tight.

“We’re going to be late,” Connor gripes from the other side of the door, and you silently pray to melt into the floor.

You keep your eyes on the sink as you brush your teeth, avoiding the mirror. Your hair is at a length where it’s constantly falling in your face, and you consider pulling it up but opt to leave it down because you’ll feel even more naked if it’s not touching your neck.

With a deep breath, you emerge from the Murphys’ bathroom. Connor and Zoe are waiting outside, Zoe sitting crisscross on the floor and squinting at a compact mirror she has balanced on her knee as she twists her hair into two braids. Connor is leaning against the wall, face dark and hoodie sloppily draped around his thin shoulders. He mutters something angry you don’t quite catch as he pushes into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.

Zoe peers up at you with a hair elastic in between her teeth. She holds her braid with one hand and pulls the elastic out with the other, one eyebrow lifting. “Are you wearing that?”

“Yeah, I um …” You suck in your bottom lip, heartrate spiking unnecessarily. Relax, it’s just Zoe. Zoe, your only sort-of friend since you moved. Zoe, who is exactly what pretty is supposed to look like. “I have a jacket at school. In my locker.”

“Oh. Okay.” Zoe finishes wrapping the elastic around her braid and then kicks at the bathroom door, the compact hitting the floor with a plastic-sounding crack. “Connor!” she yells. “Hurry!”

“Hurry?” he spits back. “Y/N spent fifteen fucking minutes in here, and you’re telling me—”

“Connor!” she yells again. Your face is burning red, and this time hers matches as she looks up at you. “Sorry. He’s … not a morning person.”

“No, I mean, I took a while, I get it,” you murmur, although your shoulders hunch a little, as if shrinking back will make you disappear. It’s something you haven’t wished for in a long time, but this morning, nothing sounds better than to do just that.

***

You spend most of the car ride curled against the window, listening to Connor and Zoe bicker about what music to listen to. Thankfully, when you get to school Zoe and Connor split off from you before you arrive at your locker. At least they aren’t with you to see that you don’t have a sweater stored in there. Gums, tampons, and about fifteen sets of earbuds? You have all those. But a hoodie or even a t-shirt for situations like the one you’re currently in? Of course not.

You’re quick to shove your books into your backpack and then hitch it high on your shoulders. The straps are thick enough that, if you position them just right, they mostly hide the fact that you’re in spaghetti straps. It’s far from perfect, but hopefully it will work well enough to get you through until lunch, when maybe you can convince Zoe to drive you to your house to pick up a shirt.

You slip into your first class, Spanish I. Without removing your backpack, you take a seat in your usual spot, to the right and slightly behind Jared Kleinman. Getting this seat at the beginning of the year was an accident, sort of. It was the first empty spot you saw, so you took it. You couldn’t help it that it was within a few feet of the cutest boy in your grade.

Jared is currently thumbing around on his DS, his glasses smudgy and hair a little tousled (it usually takes a couple classes for him to wake up enough to fix it). “Hey, Y/N,” he mumbles without looking up.

“Hey.” You squirm a little—your backpack presses into your back uncomfortably; you know you’re going to have to take it off, but you can’t convince yourself to do it yet. You lean to look over his shoulder. “Mario Kart?”

“Yup.” His mouth stretches in a huge yawn, and he rubs his eye with the sleeve of his hoodie.

Something like alarm bells go off in your brain.

Jared tilts his DS, making his car on the screen avoid another player. “Did you do those flashcards Mrs. B wanted us to do, ‘cause I tried but I couldn’t—”

“Jared,” you hiss. “Gimme your hoodie.”

“Wow, rude,” he says, a slight laugh sneaking into his words. “Normally I’m the one who talks over—”

“Jared, I’m serious.”

He looks up at you, his eyes squinty with sleepiness and maybe a little confusion. “What are you …” His gaze settles on your shoulders, and you swear his cheeks go pink. “Oh.”

That one word is enough to make you burn with embarrassment. “I forgot about the no spaghetti strap rule, give me your hoodie before a teacher notices.”

He quirks an eyebrow at you, the hint of a smirk appearing on his mouth. “You forgot? You’ve made it through twelve years of school but still somehow—”

“I didn’t forget the rule, I just …” You rub the side of your face, where you can feel a blush burning. “I had a sleepover with Zoe, and I forgot my sweater.”

Jared’s smirk grows. “Well, Connor Murphy has, like, an entire closet full of hoodies, so you picked a good place to forget one.”

“Connor hates me.”

“He hates everyone.” Jared sets his DS on the desk and then begins struggling out of his hoodie. The whole process takes several minutes; you’re not sure if it’s from sleepiness or just Jared not exactly being the most coordinated person in the world, but he somehow gets his arms tangled and head stuck in the process of removing the hoodie. His face is pink and his glasses sit sideways on his nose when he holds the hoodie out to you. “It’s kinda sweaty. Sorry.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you say, draping the hoodie over your lap as you slip your backpack off. As you begin tugging the hoodie on, you’re painfully aware of Jared’s eyes on you; he has his head turned a little to the side, but his gaze keeps darting to the cami. You swallow hard as you pull the hoodie’s hem down as far as it will go and begin laying out your notebook and a pencil. You don’t look at him, but you know he’s still watching you.

Several moments slip by before he says, “You look cute in that.”

Your heart does an incredible flip, and you twist toward him. “What?”

His cheeks are once again pink, like he’s surprised you heard him. Or surprised he said it in the first place. “You, um, you just … you look cute. In that.” He motions at the hoodie, as if he needs to clarify.

You fiddle with the hem of the hoodie’s left sleeve. It smells like Axe and something warm and soft, and it’s making your thoughts swim. “Oh … thanks.”

He grabs his DS and begins fumbling with its buttons, his eyes darting away from yours. “Sure, sure.”

You bite your lip for a minute, trying to figure out what to say, but your teacher appears before you get a chance. Thankfully you spend most of the class in silence, although every time you look at Jared, a fresh blush blooms in your cheeks.

Strangely enough, the same thing happens to him whenever he looks at you.

***

The sun beats down on you in the parking lot, soaking through Jared’s hoodie and quickly coating you in sticky sweat. You wander toward the bus; Zoe is staying late for band practice, and you don’t want to ask Connor to drive you home. You’re just plugging your earbuds into your phone when you hear your name shouted across the parking lot.

“Y/N! Wait!”

You pause and look over your shoulder. Jared Kleinman jogs toward you, his bright teal Vans smacking the pavement and Pokémon backpack bouncing up and down on his shoulders. By the time he gets to you, a tiny line of sweat clings to his hairline. “Need a driver?” he asks, panting a little.

“It’s okay,” you say, shoving your hands into the front pocket of the hoodie. “I’m just going to take the bus.”

“Nope.” He motions toward the west end of the parking lot, where you assume his car is parked. “I’ll be your chauffer today.”

You laugh a little. “Really.”

“Yep.” He flicks his eyes toward the bus, which is already filling up. “The A/C broke last week, but it’s better than that. Plus, the insanely cool Jared Kleinman will be your driver, and you can’t beat that.”

You roll your eyes. “You mean the insanely dorky.”

He lets out a squeak of disbelief. “I let you borrow my hoodie today!”

“Okay, insanely dorky and cool.”

A grin spreads across his face and makes your stomach explode with butterflies. “That’s more like it.”

The two of you wander across the parking lot to a white minivan that looks like it was made before Jared was born. The leather seats burn beneath your legs, and fabric droops from the ceiling in several places. And, unfortunately, even as Jared starts up the engine and rolls down the windows, the inside of the van is boiling hot, and you toy with the hem of the hoodie.

Jared watches your fingers. “You’re going to roast if you don’t take that off.”

A nervous laugh rattles in your throat. “Yeah, I guess,” you mumble. As quickly as you can, you squirm your way out of it. Heat floods from your chest and spreads to your skin all over, but when Jared begins to guide the van down the road, the wind coming through the windows chases away some of the sweat.

You drape the hoodie over your lap and resist the urge to cross your arms, recalling how ineffective that was in the Murphys’ bathroom this morning. Besides, it’s just Jared. Jared, who has the body of a huggable teddy bear. Jared, who says dorky things and laughs at himself and everyone else constantly.

Jared, who you’ve had a massive crush on ever since your first day.

“Not to invite myself over, but do you wanna maybe study for Spanish for a little while when we get to your house?” Jared asks, breaking into your thoughts. “I still have to make those flashcard-things.”

“Yeah, sure.” You wave the sleeve of his hoodie at him. “And I’ll wash this for you so you can take it home when you leave.”

He shrugs a little, eyes on the road. “You can keep it.”

Another nervous laugh slips out of you. “Jared, it’s your hoodie.”

“And you looked cute in it.”

Inside you can practically hear your brain screaming with excitement, but you scoff. “I definitely didn’t.”

“Did too,” he parrots, sounding so much like a child that you laugh. He steals a glance at your face now, his cheeks flushed and smile a little giddy. “Although, for the record, you look pretty cute in that, too.”

You have to remind yourself again not to cross your arms. “Why, because it’s tight?”

“What? No! No.” His shoulders jerk with another shrug. “You’re just … I don’t know, you’re cute.”

You bite down on a smile; for the first time today, you don’t mind the heat spreading through your cheeks. “You’re a dork,” you mutter.

“Y/L/N, I just complimented you. Cut me some slack.”

You hold the hoodie to your chest. Even after a day of wearing it, you can still smell Jared on it. The scent alone makes your body fill with a lovely fluttery sensation.

“Fine,” you say. “But only if I really get to keep the hoodie.”

Now it’s his turn to bite down on a bashful grin. It’s the grin the made you fall for him when you first started going here, and the grin that makes you fall for him now all over again. “Deal.”

marshalia147  asked:

do you have any older Stan headcanons?

Hey! You and another anon asked the same so here you guys go :’D

Gay or Bi
-Probably in denial for a long time and very confused bc he is often so emotional, it’s hard to differentiate between romantic and platonic feelings.

-There’s the interview where Trey Parker says Stan is the most likely to be gay out of the main 4. (Tho personally idk if he was just kidding bc of the way it was worded? Don’t know and don’t care :p )

Angsty, seemingly aloof or even arrogant to strangers but is just a really tired sweetheart.
-Will attempt to break free but eventually crumble in your arms if you hug him. This boy is starved of physical affection :c

-Probably falls asleep on bus/car rides with their music blasting and you wonder why they even put on earphones.

-Pretends to apologize if they fall asleep on their friend’s shoulder but secretly wishes they can just stay that way longer. *coughkylecough*

-Sleeps with many pillows or a weighted blanket. Sometimes brings an extra jacket to hug to sleep.

-Spaces out pretty easily. Hands in pockets a lot. Looks down at his feet while walking.

-Cries a lot be it happy or sad.

-Appreciates scenery and can get overwhelmed with feelings over certain lighting or scents.

Pescatarian or part-time vegetarian
-He’ll still eat some meat on occasions or for half a week bc of dietary needs. Doesn’t go full on vegetarian bc he’s very conscious of what others might say.

Drinks black coffee
-Simply bc he enjoys it and thinks it’s a cool thing to be seen doing.
-Also lives on carbonated sports drinks and not water. Gross.

Kind of messy and still hoards things.
-He has a lot of emotional attachments to inanimate objects bc of its sentimental value. He’ll refuse to throw out things like old clothing, receipts, broken items etc.

-Has a lot of things yet when it comes to essentials, he seems to lack in them. Such as a working pen for class. (One of my fav style hc: Kyle usually lends Stan his pens and they all end up in Stan’s bag or pockets. Stan has about 6 of his pens now and is still borrowing more. Kyle is obviously annoyed by this and starts clearing Stan’s bag lmao)

While we’re on belongings, his shirts mildly smell of alcohol (and maybe even puke).
-This one breaks my heart whenever I think about it but I have yet another Style hc: Kyle gifts Stan t-shirts from his favourite bands. Stan appreciates them a lot and doesn’t drink as much whenever he wears those. They are fresher and clean, and are stored properly as compared to what he normally throws on the floor. They both don’t notice this but feel more positive which continues the happy cycle!

Exercises and trains excessively / Jock Stan
-He’s a long distance jogger and he pushes himself to the point of asthmatic episodes sometimes. Ironically, that helps him feel alive and know that he does actually want to live despite his nihilistic views.

-He’s passionate about football like on the show so it’s something he strives to be the very best at. Gets a scholarship for it.

-Obviously popular bc of how good he plays and enjoys the attention but it actually makes him feel even more lonely. He can pretend to get along with people easily but not many gets to really know him. Also fearful of investing too much into relationships/friendships.  

Alternatively, musician Stan
-I hardly see this but Stan might turn to playing music as an outlet for all his emotions. Also seeing how musically inclined Randy and Shelly are, I feel like there’s a possibility that Stan might be too. He’s also been shown to play various instruments or sing on the show.

-Kenny and him actually bonds over writing music together. Their songs ranges from melancholic lyrics that make you wanna listen to during rainy weather to singing about titties and getting drunk lol. They also write very pretty songs about death.

-Loves music and appreciates a wide genre. Really likes rock music from 80s to early 2000 and alternative indie rock.

-Pretty particular with the earphones and speakers he gets. Will tune stereo, bass and amplifier settings on his own. Speaking of which, I think he’s very into DIY and crafts bc it’s therapeutic to just sit down and create little trinkets from individual parts. This trait he follows his dad.

Still a huge animal lover.
-Will probably make DIY pet shelters during winter to place around the neighborhood. Or all year since they live in Colorado.

-Wants to and attempts to adopt so many strays.

-BABY TALKS TO ALL ANIMALS AND HAS CUTE NICKNAMES FOR ALL OF THEM. “No Mrs.Poofytail, this medicine is good for you. You’re not getting the (homemade) salmon cookie unless you stay still and let me dress your wound.”

-Will punch you if you disrespect animals.

-Kinda cute if he starts his own store making animal treats/meals.

-Cries at baby animals. You’ll wonder what he’s browsing bc he is looking so intently at the screen and suddenly he bursts out “AWWWWHHH”. You also gotta imagine him being buff and in his letterman jacket while doing this.

LOVES PUNS AND MEMES AND VINES
-He’s such a dork! It’s one of the few things that makes him laugh easily. He especially loves puns. It’s kinda canon in TFBW where he tries to explain all his jokes to you in case you don’t get them.

-Is the kind of person that will jokingly ask you out at the supermarket while holding a broccoli that has a $0.99 sticker tag bc that’s his sense of humor.

I think they’re all pretty established by the fandom tho! Anyway, thank you for your asks! :3

Diva Origins

It was a quiet, almost lazy morning at the communal ego home. No gunshots, no screaming, no attempted murder. Just comfortable silence only broken by quiet breathing and quiet whispers of movement through the home. Some of the egos lazed in the common room, books and laptops in hand. Others strolled through the garden outside, and others still stayed safely within their rooms content to spend their day in solitude.

Nearing towards lunch was when this peace was broken, when the Host sat upright as if shocked and slammed his book shut. The sudden noise startled the other egos in the room, all of them jumping from their various spots around the room. “Something large and powerful barrels towards the house, it’s howls startling the rest of the house to the living room to investigate.” The Host’s monotone voice hid a hint of strain.

Just as he had narrated, loud reverberating howls started to shake through the house and the egos that weren’t already milled inside the living room filed in like a flood. All of them demanded at once to know what was going on, their overlapping voices and cries echoing so loud that they almost drowned out the unceasing howls. That is until Dark stormed in from his office and shouted one word, “Enough!” It was enough to quiet them all in paralyzed fear.

Dark turned to the Host, the only one still speaking, albeit quietly as he narrated under his breath the events of that were transpiring. “What is going on,” he demanded none-to-gently to the blind man.

The Host didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just continued to stare at the wall as he rambled on. “The Host does not know and tells Dark such, explaining that a large beast of unknown origins is coming to the home with the power to destroy all the egos. The gathered egos gasp at the revelation. The Host is frustrated at his inability to glean much information about said beast but can garner that it has a strong connection to Dark, one that he is feeling now as the Host is speaking.”

Indeed, as the Host as spoken, Dark had felt a small tug on him, not physically but almost deep within his mind. “How close is it to the house?”

“The Host states that the animal is within a few quarter miles of the home. The animal howl again and the egos flinch in response, many reaching for their weapons.”

“Why don’t we just shoot it?” Wilford piped up, gun in hand and audibly clicked off safety. He got a round of affirmations from Ed and Google, but Bim and the Jim twins cried out in outrage and a new round of arguments started up between the egos.

Dark ignored the fighting, instead tugging and pulling on this new nugget in his mind, trying to find his way around it and get the right key to fit it. The Host’s voice became a monotonous drone in the background of the chaos until finally, Dark’s rumbling voice shook through their skirmish and caused fists to stop midair. “All of you stay here. I’ll go.”

“Bu-t if i-i-i-t does want to kil-l us the-n we sho-uld all go.” Google glitched.

Dark growled harshly. “I said I’d go and that’s final. Stay here. I’ll have the best chance to subdue it anyway.” No one noticed that he didn’t say ‘defeat it’. They just bristled and indignantly agreed. Wilford and Edgar were raring for a fight though and caressed their guns as Dark teleported out of the house to meet the threat head-on.

The demon cracked his neck once he was outside, scanning for the large beast. He felt the tug in his mind grow stronger, drawing him towards a small ravine. As he walked towards it, a large beast easily as large as him jumped out of it, cyan and red light blazing from its fur. Dark dodged backwards just in time to avoid being crushed under the massive weight of it.

As he did he was able to see that it was a dog, a rather large one, with blonde fur and large fangs–

The dog bounded forward and lunged in Dark’s moment of hesitation, trapping him under it’s paws. Dark felt fear like he’d never felt before course through his undead veins, that gaping pink maw came down closer and closer to him and at the last second Dark screwed his eyes tight in wait of the inevitable.

Only to feel something wet lick his face profusely. Dark opened his eyes to find the dog’s big brown eyes staring at him not with malice, but with playfulness and mirth as it’s tongue continued to lick his face and chest.

Eventually Dark was able to regain his wits and get out, “Hey hey, get off me!” while pushing the dog’s head away. With some initial resistance, it finally jumped off of him and allowed Dark to breathe fully. That dog was fucking heavy. It bounded around and wagged it’s tail, obviously unaware that Dark was still trying to regain his wits and breath, but at least it wasn’t attacking him.

While he was given his reprieve, he was able to really look at the dog and with a start he realized that it was the spitting image of Mark’s dog, Chica. Which would mean that this dog was probably a girl. Dark would check later, when he wasn’t trying to figure out the bigger mystery of 'what the fuck is going on’.

“So, what are you doing here?” he asked to himself, not even realizing he said it out loud.

Play! You! a loud shout seemed to come from her direction, even though her mouth didn’t move, and Dark immediately drew up his aura into an offensive formation before realizing it was from the dog.

“You…talk.” A sharp wind swept through the field, sending Dark’s hair and clothes askew and rippled through the…Dark Chica’s blue and red tinged fur. Dark shivered and wondered how long he’d spent here. He should head back soon.

She didn’t answer him, just yelled, Play! again.

He sighed as another wind shrieked past them. Then an idea sparked in him. “I know a place where you can play. There’s a lot of other people you can play with too.”

Her ears perked up and she wagged her tail and ran up to him. Play play play!

He started to walk to the house, and she ran after him, then in front of him. Then she stopped and ran back to him and behind him and circled around him before running ahead again to chase a rabbit that had chosen the wrong place to be at. A chuckle escaped him before he could clamp it down.

Dark Chica growled from ahead of him, having lost her prey, but barked happily when she found a stick and bolted back to Dark. Once again a slight course of fear as a five foot mass of muscle and fur was headed for him, but it was smaller now compared to earlier. She stared at him expectantly, as if telling him to throw the stick. Dark went to take the stick but then Dark Chica swerved and Dark grabbed at air.

He made another grab for it, this time bluffing her by going one way but instead switching the other way and catching her when she swerved. He held the stick with both hands and pulled hard. She tightened down the clamp of her jaw and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. Dark let go of the stick with one of his hands and grabbed the other side sticking out of her mouth so that he had a hold on both sides of her head. Then he gave one sharp twist to the right with a hard pull so that the stick slid a little from her grip and then he twisted it to the left again and it popped from her mouth.

For some odd reason Dark felt pleased with this little achievement of gaining the stick from the dog. But it was short lived as he immediately threw it down the field, Dark Chica bolting down after it. As she ran after it, Dark teleported to where the stick landed. She didn’t seem fazed that he was there, instead picked up the stick without stopping and continued to run past Dark.

The rest of the walk transpired like this, with Dark wrestling a stick away from the dog and throwing it for her to chase as they made their way back to the house. When they finally made it back both were out of breath, though Dark hid it better than the dog.

He threw open the front door and Dark Chica wormed her way past him and into the living room, earning loud shrieks and yells from the gathered egos. Dark causally followed after the fluffy mass. Inside the the living room, Dark Chica stood in the center, the other egos either pressed against the wall or on furniture with weapons raised. Except for the Host, who had not moved from his spot off-center in the room except to tilt his head and listen to the new arrival.

“What…happened to your suit Dark?” Bim cried, his momentary fear of the animal overridden by his horror of the atrocities done to Dark’s clothes. Dark looked down to find his usually impeccable suit covered in dog fur, grass stains, drool, and dirt. Some blades of grass were still stuck to him and in his hair. He just shrugged and nodded to the dog currently being petted by the Host. “She happened. Don’t be too scared, she won’t hurt you. She just wants to play.”

Play? Her ears perked up and she bounded back over to Dark and jumped up, placing her paws on his shoulders. Play play play!

“Yes play. You can play here. Just please get off of me.” Dark half groaned under her weight. She did drop down from his shoulders but ran around him and back and forth to the Host and to him. The other egos gave each other confused looks as they slowly got down from their spots.

“Dark why’re ya talkin’ t’ the dog?” Ed asked as he reluctantly put away his gun.

It was the Host who answered him. “Dark can hear Dark Chica speak through their connection. If Dark Chica wanted to and if she was more mature, as she’s currently a puppy, she could direct this connection to anyone. Wilford walks forward and pets the dog…”

Wilford ran his hands through Dark Chica’s fur, causing the dog to flop on her stomach and give him access to her stomach which he immediately began to rub. “You should name her Diva, it’s a lot less of a mouthful than Dark Chica.”

Dark grunted, “I’ll consider it.”

There was a small quiet only broken by Diva’s contented barking and the Host’s soft narration. Then Google piped up, his voice glitching a little as he stated dryly, “So now we have a dog.”

“No, I have a dog,” Dark smirked, leaning down to rub Diva’s head. “Do well to remember that.” Dark could have sworn that she barked in affirmation.

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THIS TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG ENJOY MY FLUFFY DIVA

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