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Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.


It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.


The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”



Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

Hope you enjoyed it! 

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#272: You And Your Child Visit Him At Work | CEO!AU


Heeey in case you haven’t noticed I currently have a fanfiction going on which is pretty cool and CEO!Luke. It’s called When We Collide and is a classical one with Y/N being his assistant but with a huge twist! Go check it out if you’d like :3 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here


“Look who’s here!” Luke barely got the chance to turn around on his chair when the sound of your voice echoed in his office. Neither did you get the chance to open the door fully before your son had sprinted into the office without hesitation. He was searching for one thing and that was his dad. “But you weren’t supposed to be here before I was off.” Luke asked a bit confused and stood up from his chair, feeling William collide right into his knees. “I know.” You grinned and walked forward to give him a kiss, “But I don’t know who was most impatient, him or me. So we decided to show up a little bit before. Just so he could see you working.” “Well what a nice visit.” Luke smiled and lifted William up so he could place him in his chair. He was definitely too small for the large space, he looked smaller than he already was but it couldn’t compare to the large smile on his face. “Here.” Luke grinned as you took a seat on the couch and watched them. He loosened the tie around his neck and wrapped it around William instead. Too long for him to use but it was all worth it because of his reaction. “Look who’s the CEO now.” Luke grinned widely and walked around the desk to take a seat in front of him. “Give him your best impression, honey.” You suggested and folded your hands together, the scene was so adorable. William looked unsure for a second deep in thought but then it happened. “Daddy, you’re fired!” Both your eyes widened in surprise by the stern words coming from your son, but the apple didn’t seem to fall that far from the tree. “I am?” Luke asked a bit surprised but he was laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, especially when it came from his son. “Maybe you’re saying that too much.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned over and ran his hair through William’s blond hair. “I’m proud.”


“I’m so sorry.” You were quick to say once you rushed into the office with an apologizing face. You weren’t supposed to be out for that long but deciding to be the one to pick out lunch at the same time as everyone else you couldn’t avoid the long queues. Calum had said it would be okay to look after Willow until you came back it was after all only a small visit for lunch you had decided to do. With his busy schedule it was hard to find days to do something together so you had to do things the way it was at his office. “I hope it didn’t ruin anything that I was gone for that long.” “Actually,” Calum spoke and looked down at Willow with a secret smile on his face. “She just starred in her first ever office meeting. It wasn’t something I could cancel that urgent so it had to be done with her on my lap.” She was having the most excited smile on her face but still kept quiet because she still felt like she had to. She was also this secret, there was something between them that you couldn’t get into. “And that went well. Did you control everything?” You asked excited and met your daughter’s eyes. She nodded her head proudly in agreement, it was funny to see how much she enjoyed being here. “She was the one saying hello to everyone. They were pretty surprised to see a child on my lap.” Calum explained and rolled the chair out to place Willow on the floor and let her run towards you instead. “They said they didn’t believe I could have a sweet side.” You laughed quietly by his words and leaned down to pick up Willow and embrace her in your arms. “Well I understand that.” You said and removed some hair away from her face. “You go from being the big boss to a sudden sweetheart. You shouldn’t be showing your weak side like that.” “No, they’ve finally figured out my weakness.” Calum said and nodded his head in agreement, deciding to give a kiss on each of your cheeks happily.


“Your majesty.” Michael politely said and grabbed the crown of his head to bow down. The excited smile on Celeste’s face was worth everything and her small ponytails were flying back and forth by her movements. The pink skirt she was wearing completely presented who she was, his little princess. His office looked nothing like the same. It wasn’t supposed to end out like this but Michael was secretly a playful father and when he got the chance he turned a game into something else. The whole floor was covered in toys and whatever you had brought with you for a visit at work. She wasn’t supposed to disturb his work like this but with Michael’s lack of concentration when you were there it was okay. “This way dad.” She pointed happily and started to twirl around. Michael nodded his head in agreement and placed the crown back on his head after bending down. They started to run around the desk you had been placed at, watching them fool around and giggle loudly. You knew Michael had some work to do and it was probably the best idea that he focused on it but the small moment in front of you was too adorable to disturb. Your thoughts seemed to come true though when the door suddenly opened. Michael and Celeste froze in track by the sound and looked over to see two males stand with confused gazes wondering what was going on. “Mr. Maverick, “Mr. Johnson. I will be ready for our meeting within two minutes.” Michael’s face had turned pale and the room had become completely silent but you had to do everything in your power not to laugh. “Give us a second.” Michael explained and quickly took the crown off his head to be a little more professional. But the second the two colleagues in dress shirts left the office he put it right back on his head. “Two minutes more girls.” He said daringly and within seconds the office had turned into a play ground again, giggles filling the air all at once in excitement. 


“Oh my god! Would you look at you!” Ashton barely got the chance to stand up from his chair before Daniel was sprinting towards him, almost knocking down something during the process. The sleeves of his dress shirt was far too long but nicely folded just for the occasion. It wasn’t often he was brought with you for work but today was something different and he wanted to stand out. Everything he was going to wear needed to be something Ashton also owned, they had to be identical twins. “Your assistant also thought he looked handsome.” You smiled and watched Ashton lean down to take Daniel up and let him sit on his lap. They looked exactly alike, it all was there. The nice dress shirt, the tie and the curly locks that they both shared. “He is handsome.” Ashton said completely impressed by the effort. He loved every single moment with his son and to see this meant the world to him. “You think I am? It’s too big for me.” He sounded a little bit worried but Ashton had no idea. He knew when he saw a star and that was everything about his son. “Of course I do. You will grow out of it eventually, one day you will fit it perfectly. But why didn’t you want me to just buy a personalized one that would match your body size?” He asked with a bit of wonder and Daniel stood up on his lap. He was baffling his hands in the air to express himself and Ashton decided to take his hands to not make him fall. “Because I wanted to look exactly like you dad.” He explained and Ashton had a bit of wonder on his face. “We took the clothes from your closet. I hope you don’t mind.” You said the last bit a little bit quieter, knowing that he did in fact not mind. “Of course not. It’s worth everything.” Ashton said in honesty, helping out Daniel just to make sure that his tie was sitting more correctly. The proud smile on his face was everything.

dating nct taeyong!1!2!1!!

• taeyong wants love
• taeyong is not afraid to show you that he wants love, well he’s kinda shy about it
• but he wants all the love.
• okok jk, not really, but ok jk.
• taeyong is super nice honestly
• he rests his chin on your shoulders and the top of your head a lot like, watching tv? his chin is resting on your shoulder. cooking? his chin is resting on your head.
• PRETTY RANDOOM BUT he answers all of your questions like, no matter what.
• “…mmmmm…. you look good in red. so. red.”
• he looks so good in like, sleeveless shirts
• he’s so passionate about dancing and he loves it when you love his dancing and he’s just so bashful whenever you talk about his dance skills
• he looks good while dancing in sleeveless shirts and he knows you like it. he. knows.
• he knows most of your weaknesses but sometimes he doesn’t know that the slightest “hand brushing through wet, just showered, hair” action drives you crazy and kills you inside
• “…are you ok????” //the tiny shy laugh he does whenever he’s kinda confused of flustered//
• taeyong is like, lowkey (HIGHKEY VERY) protective over you
• esp w the members
• he won’t even share you w the younger baby rookies
• “jaem-”
• “hyung-”
• “jaemin don’t… don’t touch her” and he whines
• “hyung…hyung i high fived her”
• “i…knew that ok that’s ok.”
• he’s kind of… ok he’s not over protective and stops you from meeting people or hugging people but honestly he’s like “…,,,, why’d u hug that guy there”
• “taeyong that’s my cousin. and he’s 4. 4 years old. and 3 months.”
• “he’s SO CUTE OH MY GOSH THAT’S SO adorable. can we take a selfie w him”
• SUPER- OK IF EXPRESSIONS COULD BE MONOTONE- that’s just, like, a poker face.
• but y'all sometimes use like, really weird filters like dog filters and like, angel demon filters and both of tou are making the best facial expressions ever omg but those are, p r i vate.
• but those selfies are also your…um, phone wallpaper, profile pic for every social media site ever, profile pic on kakao/any messaging app ever, and you post them on social media.
• taeyong posts them on twitter and he’s like “whOOPS. HOW DID THOSE GET ON MY ACC- OH GOSH. but we’re cute, she’s cute ok this is cute aren’t we cute.”
• he brags about you in such a lowkey way to the members. it’s so cute
• “hm who’s this cutie? //looking at a picture of you on his phone//”
• you bicker w yuta and hansol a lot. SO VERY SURPRISINGLY TBH
• “you and taeyong are like, perfect for each other. it’s like a frog and an octopus in love. it’s really beautiful.”
• “…you should be the next world wide drag queen, yuta.”
• “it’s true”
• “shut up hansol”
• hansol and yuta stalk you guys on dates but THEY AIN’T SLICK Y'ALL KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY’RE DOING.
• you guys mess w them on purpose sometimes and it confuses them so much and it’s the funniest thing
• taeyong loves sharing his jackets with you
• you guys buy matching couple snapbacks. yes. it’s cute. you guys are that cute.
• sometimes you guys could just be sitting and talking in the empty practice room and suddenly you guys would just, dance and it’s both really romantic and really… idk it’s really special? and really, fun.
• taeyong is very open about his feelings on special days where you two just stay up talking.
• he cries sometimes talking about his past and his present worries and you comfort him and you feel yourself slightly feeling like you’re about to cry too.
• the pressure of being a leader, of being such a big part of this group, and being such a looked up to figure in this group, really breaks him sometimes but he just tries to think about how such a positive turn his life has taken after he met you, got into this group, got accepted to this company, etc etc.
• aegyo. no need for any more words. just. aegyo.
• you were sick once and like, in bed all day and taeyong felt so bad that he just got you, everything.
• “ok, my baby ok, first off i hope you feel better soon and, i brought you soup, i made your favorite ingredients, and i brought your favorite books, i brought you a teddy bear and i brought you some of my nicest jackets, and, OH. OH YEAH. I GOT YOUR MEDICINE.”
• kissing lee taeyong is either super intense and really hot or super sweet and soft and sensitive and slow
• one time you were like, w hansol, GOD KNOWS WHY BC THAT BOY TEASES YOU LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW, ONLY YOU WOULD KNOW, HE ONLY MESSES WITH YOU, but anyway, you were w hansol bc he’s an old friend of yours
• but you were just sitting at a cafe and just sipping your nice little, iced drinks and just talking about stupid memories from high school gym class, you were in like, 2 classes under him. but he still heard about your embarrassing gym stories. they. were pretty famous.
• and then suddenly this hand just, hit hansol on his back and was like “HANSOL?”
• AND boy was he hot. he had really nice eyes and he looked at you and he was, obviously surprised to see you w hansol bc hansol wasn’t. dating. anyone.
• “um, who’s this?”
• and you smiled and said “im hansol’s old friend”
• “oh, well, it’s nice to meet you!”
• and then, every time hansol met with you, it seemed like taeyong was always with him, and that he somehow always, “happened” to be there.
• and then well, meet and meet, you found out that, wow, lee taeyong is a great guy
• and you guys started talking without hansol, LOL SORRY HANSOL, and you guys, liked it. a lot. taeyong felt like he didn’t have anything to hide from you, and he felt so…comfortable.
• meet after meet, you guys just got a, bit closer, inch by inch, after three meets his hand would be on yours, after five, you guys would be hugging, and after seven, he’d be playing with your hair.
• but he never, asked you out. you know?
• but he probably got some weird lecture from hansol and yuta about how he’s gotta GO FOR IT.
• because one day, as soon as he met you, he seemed anxious and when you said “how was your day?”
• he was like “it was goo- hey you, wanna date? like do you want to be my girlfriend?”
• and gosh you could not stop smiling and you nodded and he smiled and gosh SO CUTE.
• taeyong loves you all the time, but he especially loves you when you bake, or buy him chocolate.
• or chocolate chip cookies. or chocolate flavored macaroons. you know he just really loves chocolate.
• he also just, loves you so much, just, he loves you.
• he loves it when you guys just, embrace each other and snuggle up on each other and watch a movie with a bowl of popcorn.
• he sometimes treats you like you’re 3 i swear- he’s such a grandpa omg but it’s cute you guys are cute
• you’re like an older sister to donghyuck and mark it’s so funny it’s just, damn it’s just really funny.
• you’re so nice to your elders and you’re so polite and taeyong loves that about you, he loves it so much
• he likes it when you don’t necessarily dress up, like doll up, you know? he likes it when you dress up too but he loves your casual outfit. skinny jeans and a shirt, a pair of joggers, trainer pants, everything casual, he loves it.
• he gets super shy and laughs and smiles a lot when you compliment him on his dancing or singing or rapping
• he feeds you a lot like “this is so good try this oh my god”
• he sometimes just stares at you and you look up at him and smile and you’re like “what?”
• “you’re just so pretty”
• but you like it so it doesn’t really matter
• this is super like, this is such a cliché thing but i can totally see taeyong cutely calling you “여보/yeobo” or like making up a really cute petname/nickname for you
• taeyong is one of those boyfriends who like, consistently tells you how beautiful and nice and wonderful and talented and pretty you are, so you don’t feel even the slightest bit insecure.
• because taeyong knows what it feels like to be insecure, not visual wise, but from the way others view him and he doesn’t want the person he loves the most to go through the same thing, and when you first heard him tell you that, that’s when you first realized that this guy is really, a wonderful and kind hearted person who’s been through so much and that he really loves you.
• ok but taeyong is such a sucker for cute babies he really wants kids
• but like, not now ofc, not now, not yet
• the closest thing he has to a child is the other 39 members of nct, yes even the older ones.
• one time you got kind of jealous bc he had this very, intimate acting session in a (future) mv but taeyong kept teasing you and hugging you and being like “nooooo baby you know i love you”
• working out w taeyong. is a thing.
• taeyong could literally go from, PERFECT MAM HE’S WONDERFUL WOW HE’S A GIFT WOW HE’S A 49495959 OUT OF 10. to omg he’s so cute he’s like 3 no jk he’s obviously like 4 months old goodness what a cutie pie gosh you’re so stupid and so cute and so precious im lovin it.
• taeyong cooks for you and he’s always like “can you try this for me?”
• it’s always tasty
• he loves puppies
• puppies are great and you will never see taeyong not gush over puppies when he sees one.
• taeyong once saw you take care of jisung once and gosh you’d be such parent material
• he once saw your little baby niece. he gushed all over her gosh he loved her and he loved you loving her and goODNESS.
• he’s super good with words it makes you just, QUESTION.
• taeyong has nice clothes
• taeyong’s a fashionista, that does not try.
• taeyong is so, TEMPTING SOMETIMES
• k that was so 19+ i can’t believe i did that he’s like 5 noOooOoo
• taeyong has this, laugh, that he does when a joke or something isn’t funny but he doesn’t wanna hurt the other persons feelings and it’s super obvious, and so, funny.
• his eyes also like, shake??? waver???? when he does that laugh and, IT’S SO AWKWARD HAHA
• “if doyoung and i both fell into a lake and was drowning, who’d you save?”
• “you.”
• “i can swim”
• “you.”
• you guys go shopping sometimes but 7/10 times you guys leave empty handed bc you guys are such parents omg you guys are like “I THINK WE NEED THIS BUT WE PROBABLY DON’T AND WE’RE SHORT ON MONEY”
• but the other 3 times you guys either buy food for everyone in the nct dorm or clothes
• “taeyong you’re going to the convenience store that’s 2 minutes away”
• he really wants cute little babies with you
• like he can’t wait for little tiny babies who’s half you and half him to run around the house and play with him
• he’ll be such a good dad
• it took him like, surprisingly a very short time to say “i love you” to you
• he just, said “i love you” the morning after you two talked all of your feelings out which was like, a few weeks after you two became official
• he totally prefers just seeing you in person, but if he can’t, he’ll video chat you
• sometimes it gets, really weird like, johnny comes in the screen and then ten and then they’re dancing and having a contest on who can twerk better and taeyong’s disgusted
• it’s super funny
• or sometimes he’s laying down in the bed in the dark and just smiling and quietly asking you how your day was and how much you mean to him and something funny that happened that day
• you guys go and take walks a lot, you guys love the other members and their crazy, chaotic selves, but sometimes you guys enjoy the quiet, and the breeze, and the crunch of the leaves during the fall.
• you guys sometimes just, go into animal shelters and pet stores and play with the animals
• you better love taeyong
• with all your heart
• i support this relationship yes i do yes
• pls don’t let my support go to waste
• lee taeyong deserves all the love


also this was requested by @yuyukar !!!! (i was working on both hansol and taeyong at once haha) i hope you see this and i hope it’s good haha
Assorted EiC 2017 Memories

*Someone About Ilinca: “She’s so tiny!”
Ilinca: “I know I’m tiny!”
Someone: “But you’re pretty!”
*Anja taking photos with us, but realizing she was headed towards a dead-end of barrier, so she CLIMBS OVER TWO BARRIERS to get to the street.
*Everyone freaking about Robin arriving and approaching, then Kristian at that precise moment exiting the venue and telling us, “I wanna make a selfie!” (Krisitian’s super adorable, too.)
*Everyone seeing Epic Sax Guy then just yelling, “EPIC SAX GUY!” Then Epic Sax Guy reacts in a super cool Epic Sax Guy way.
*We saw Lindita with at least three dresses in all. One during sound check, one during the actual show, (at least) one during the actual party.
*Francesco making a video with us.
*The Eurovision in Concert team making a video with us (and me specifically).
*(while someone is trying to hide the Italy flag while chatting up Alma) Alma: “It’s okay, I understand, I love Francesco too!”
*me geeking out to Lucie about her being a musical theatre girl (love her)
*me geeking out to Nathan about him being a musical theatre guy (love him)
*Slavko being Slavko…. super nice to us and generally slaying every time we saw him.
*Sitting between JOWST and Aleksander Walmann for a selfie during the Afterparty… actually just sitting there and chatting for a few seconds. Anja was with them, too.
*Giving Nathan a hug… then later lining up again to get another hug. He says, “You again?!” (but totally in a playful way), then hugs me anyway. (He’s a good hugger.)
*And of course… Manel agreeing to wear my panda beanie. Then during the Afterparty I line up for an autograph, he recognizes me (another “You again!” moment) and signs the card “to my panda friend.”

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Sister would include:

• Family dinner nights that involve take away

• Matching pyjamas would be a possibility 

• And for your birthday he would get you a shirt with his face and the words best brother ever 

• Helping him with the detective work

• Being partners in crime 

• All of his friends are automatically your’s

• And they would refer to you as the better Stilinski which would offend Stiles 

• You and Stiles would pull pranks on Scott all the time

• Being really good friends with Malia and showing her Stiles baby pictures and embarrassing him

• Netflix marathons

• Helping him train for lacrosse and laughing at him when he fails….which is 99.9% of the time

• He’d help you out with your homework when you are having trouble, until he’d get annoyed that you weren’t doing it properly and just do it for you:

“Like this?“ 

“Oh my god, no. Like th- just give it here Y/N.”

“I can do it myself Stiles.”

“Not if you keep going on like that. It’s like watching a train crash repeatedly. How are you even still in school?”

“I love you too bro.”

• Hanging out with the gang all the time and letting out a string of wolf related jokes 

• Lydia would adore dressing you up nicely 

• And Allison would teach you to shoot with a bow claiming that a bat isn’t a proper weapon

• Late night chats with Stiles about everything going on 

•  He would teach you to drive in the Jeep, but only after you bribed him with tickets to see the new Star Wars movie

• Hanging out with Stiles and your dad at the station and having the best conversations over curly fries


Requested by Anon

Imagine Making Dean Jealous

Request: Hey love ur work .. I have just started putting my own writing out . But I love reading other people works do u think u can do one where the reader is all tomboy and wants to make Dean jealous because she in love with him and so she plans a date and gets all dress up ?? Thanks -supernaturalgirl85

Author’s Note: Thank you so much! Here it is! I hope you like it! I’ll check out your writing, too! I love finding new people. - Nat xo

You twirled in the middle of the bunker’s kitchen. The red dress fluttered away from your hips as you spun, making you look amazing. You had chosen it for your date because it hugged you in all the right places - your breasts and waist - and then flowed out to create a nice flirty feel before ending right above the knee.

Your date was with Thomas, a local bartender in Lebanon. He’d had a thing for you forever, and in a desperate attempt to make Dean jealous, you’d finally agreed to let him take you to dinner.

Yeah, you were using him. But you just couldn’t help it. You’d spent the last six months trying to get Dean to make a move to no avail. So this was your last ditch effort. If this didn’t work, you were just going to let things stew for a while.

You watched Dean’s eyes as he took in your ensemble - just modest enough to be sexy as hell - with your killer black heels and swept up hair. You brushed some loose tendrils away from your face before grinning.

“So, how do I look?”

Dean sat speechless for a moment before blinking. Finally he opened his mouth just to close it again. He ended up nodding.

You couldn’t help but think your little plan would work when Thomas came to the door to get you.

He shook Dean’s hand in greeting before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek and taking your hand to lead you upstairs and out to his car.

At the last minute, you looked back over your shoulder to catch Dean’s expression. His stormy face turned and his eyes glanced in your direction.

The scatter of papers onto the floor was the last thing in view before the door clicked shut.

Request: Red

Request: Can I request Juice imagine where he hears other Sons making naughty comments about his girl and he gets touchy out of a sudden? 

Hi everyone,

I’m trying to make it up to you for the lack of activity during the week, so…Here it is another imagine.

Enjoy! Love you!

Originally posted by eggsysunwin

He was a Son and he was the sweetest guy you ever met. Juice was not like the others, he was all heart and soul, and he showed it. You were dating for a while now and you could still see him blush when you said ‘I love you’.

You were getting ready to go to the clubhouse, help Gemma with the Christmas’ decoration and dinner. You were wearing a nice red dress and heels, admiring yourself in front of the mirror. Juice was getting ready too and his mouth hang open when he walked out of the bathroom.

“Jesus!”, he smiled, looking you up and down. “You look amazing baby”

“Thank you”, you walked towards him and kissed him. “Get ready and meet me at the clubhouse. I have to go to help Gem okay?”

“Okay baby”, Juice smiled and pulled you close to another kiss. “Be safe”


Clubhouse was still empty, only a few croweaters and Chuck helping Gemma. There was a big table ready and Chuck was setting the plates and glasses, while Gemma was bossing around.

“Wow, you look gorgeous!”, she smiled, walking towards you.

“Thanks Gem”, you hugged her. “What can I do for you?”

“Come with me to the kitchen”, she said already walking away, making you ran to follow her. “There is a lot to do”


Juice got ready and drove to the clubhouse, where Gemma would serve a big Christmas dinner for all the Samcro family. That was a tradition and he was happy you would be there this year. Be with you and spend Christmas with his brothers was really important to him, Juice never had something like that his entire life. He had a Santa Claus’ cap on his head when he walked inside and the kids came to greet him. Juice smiled and laughed with them, looking for you. He spotted you walking to the kitchen with Gemma, and walked to the slightly open Chapel’s doors to see if his brothers were in there.

“Did you see Y/n?”, Juice stopped when he heard your name. It was the new prospect’s voice.

“Oh yeah”, now Tig was talking. “She look great in that red dress”

“She is hot”, the prospect said. “That ass…Lord, I would love…”

“Watch your mouth”, Chibs said. “She is Juice’s girl”

“Right…”, the prospect said. “Can he even keep up with that? Give me ‘7 minutes in heaven’ with her and she will forget him”

“Shut up prospect”, Tig said. “You can’t even last 7 damn seconds with the croweaters”

Juice was feeling his blood boil. He wanted to go inside and teach the prospect how to respect an old lady, but he wouldn’t. You were walking towards him and Juice didn’t want you to hear anything. He met you half way, putting a smile on his face.

“Hey baby”, he said, resting his hands on your waist before kiss your forehead.

“Hey you”, you smiled, kissing his cheek. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine”, he smiled. “Did you work much?”

“Nah, just enough to help Gem”, you took his hand in yours and walked towards the bar. “I just need a drink to start the night”

“Agreed”, Juice sighed and followed you. Jax and Bobby were at the bar and the greeted you two as you came closer.

“Girl you look beautiful”, Bobby said, admiring you. Juice clenched his jaw so hard that you could hear it.

“Thanks”, you smiled and looked at Juice who was pulling you closer to him. You pretended to be fixing the cap he was wearing and whispered. “Are you okay? It seemed you just broke your teeth”

“No”, he huffed. “I’m fine”

You shrugged and asked Chuck for a drink. Juice stayed with you all the time, acting weird every time someone talked about your dress or how beautiful you were. Soon Gemma announced the dinner and everybody took their places at the table. Juice watched as you sat by his side, his jaw clenching when he caught the prospect looking at you.

“Baby”, you whispered leaning towards him. “You are getting red…”

“I’m fine”, he said, but you stared at him, not believing in it for a second. “Leave it”

You sighed, rolled your eyes and decided to focus in enjoy the dinner, letting that conversation for later. Juice enjoyed the dinner without any incident, but you caught him looking at the prospect from time to time with that twitch on his jaw. When the dinner was over, you left the clubhouse, holding hands, as Juice walked you to your car. You leaned against it and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What happened?”, you asked. “You were tense all night, looking at the prospect with this… Rage. I don’t know…”

“Forget it baby”, he whispered and tried to kiss you. You turned you face and waited for him. Juice sighed. “Fine. They were talking about you. How beautiful and sexy you are in this dress. Prospect was getting…Ideas”

“Okay, I got it”, you smiled and caressed his cheeks. “You should be proud, you are the one with the beautiful girl”

“I am!”, Juice defended himself. “But I don’t wanna any of them talking about you like this. I’m…Jealous”

“You don’t have to be”, you traced his lips with your fingertips. “I’m all yours”

“Yeah”, his smile grew wider, but suddenly disappeared. “Next time it won’t be like this. I respected Gemma’s party, but it won’t happen a second time baby, if…”

You silenced him with your lips and felt Juice melt, pulling you closer to him. You pulled back just to look in his eyes as you whispered. “I know and I appreciate you taking care of me, but let’s forget this tonight okay? It’s Christmas and you need to open your gift”

“Really?”, his eyes widened and sparkled.

“Yeah”, you said, taking a step back to open the car’s door, winking. “It’s wrapped in red…Follow me home and you can found out what it is”

“Oh I think I have an idea”, he laughed and ran to his bike, following you as you left the TM and drove back home, seeing him through the mirror all the way. 

Imagine cheating on Jared

I watch him get up from the bed, his messy hair in every direction, and his body showing clear signs of scratches in the back. When he turns around to watch me, all I can give him is a smile, leaning forward to get him back to bed.

“It’s late” He mutters against my lips, a smile pasted on his face, “Lover boy will be waiting”

“Shut up, don’t talk about Jared”

Charlie pulls away, laying his back on the bed, his eyes narrowed to the ceiling.

“It’s late” I repeat his words, “I better leave”

It takes me a matter of minutes to be ready to leave Charlie’s apartment. He’s also ready, and waiting for me in the kitchen, two cups of coffee waiting on the table.

“I’m late for the airport” I say in a hurry, sipping the coffee just before leaving a quick kiss on his lips, “I’ll call you whenever I’m free”

I hear a distant “Have fun”, before leaving the apartment.

As always, my car awaits for me parked a few blocks away from the apartment. I check my make up in the rear-view mirror and the same look of guilt pierce me through my reflection. I’m able to hold my own reproachful gaze for a couple of seconds, but I have to look away when I start to notice how much I hate myself every time I left Charlie’s apartment.

I hate myself, but only after I have trampled my relationship. Not before, when I’m still able to say no.

The clock on my car announces that it is past ten in the morning, and I’m already late to pick Jared at the airport. I drive like crazy through the crowded streets of LA, hoping that by some usual miracle, Jared’s airplane is delayed.

Weirdly enough, I find a free spot in the airport’s parking lot. I park the car and run inside the building. I notice the people looking at me, probably thinking that I’m about loose my flight, no running to pick someone up.

I get to the gate just in time to see Jared coming out with his suitcase, and the rest of the guys behind him. A smile takes over his face when he acknowledges I’m waiting for him, hurrying up in order to get to me.

“Hey” He says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Good to see you” I mutter, sunken onto his chest.

The rest of the guys get closer to us, and I get to say hello to all of them. The smile on Jared’s lips is a constant reminder of what I’ve been doing and how he has no idea what I’ve been up to this last two months.

After we part from the guys, Jared and I head up to my car.

“Do you want to get something to eat before we go home?” I ask him, as we enter the car.

“I don’t know, I ate in the plane, but if you are hungry…”

“I’m ok” I interrupt him, a hint of a smile on my lips, “You must be tired”

“A bit” He shrugs, as I start the car, “It wasn’t as tiring as other tours, we got a lot more free time between cities”

I hear all about his tour and how wonderful everything turned up. I smile, and look amazed at every new thing he describes, trying to look as normal as possible. This is the first time I get to see Jared after my nightly encounters with Charlie started two months ago, and my head is torn apart. I’m lost, ashamed… guilty.

Once we are finally home, Jared runs upstairs to get some sleep and I stay in the living room in order to get some work done.

“Hey, babe”

I open my eyes, realizing that I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Jared is sitting on the coffee table, his permanent smile on his lips.

“Hey” I mutter, still asleep.

“Brandon called, he’s throwing a small party at his house” Jared informs me, “You wanna go?”

“Do you wanna go?” I ask him, straightening on the couch, “You look tired, don’t you wanna stay and rest?”

“Yeah, but I also really want to go, I haven’t seen him since long before tour started”

“Ok, let me get dressed”

I head upstairs to get a shower and choose something nice to use for the night. Jared gets in the room when I’m in the middle of the dress picking process, and I feel his hands holding my hips from behind.

“We still got time” He whispers on my ear.

“Not if we want to at least show up” I laugh, turning around to cup his face, “We have all the time in the world when we come back home”

“Whatever…” He mumbles, pulling away from me, but I reach for his hand to pull him close to me and kiss him on the lips, “I love you”

“I love you too” I mutter, feeling my heart ache.

Jared changes his clothes too, and in a matter of minutes we are on his car. Jared looks happy, giving me quick looks from time to time. His hand holds mine all the time, caressing my palm with his thumb. I just look at him, considering when would be a good time to confess. I love him too much to keep hiding what I’ve done.

We arrive noticing a couple of cards already parked outside the house. Jared parks the car and helps me out. Our hands are still holding each other as we approach the door. Brandon appears after a few seconds, and we receive bear hugs from one of Jared oldest friend.

“Come on, everybody is on the back”

The backyard is occupied by at least a dozen of Brandon’s friends. Everybody greets us as we walk towards Shannon.

“Tomo didn’t want to come?” I ask him, leaving Jared and Brandon talk by our side.

“He wanted, but he had already planned going out to have dinner with Vicki” Shannon shrugs, sipping his beer before speaking again, “I thought you two weren’t coming either”

“Jared wanted to come, he misses Brandon”

“Is everything alright?”

Shannon’s eyes inspect my face deeply. I know I look nervous, I’ve been nervous since my first night as a goddamn cheater. But I just suck it up, and provide the best smile I can.

“Great” I mutter, but Shannon looks unconvinced.

“Here you are!” Baelyn, Brandon’s girlfriend, appears out of nowhere, hugging his boyfriend from the back, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you”

“I was just talking with the Leto’s” Brandon says, turning to face his girlfriend.

Baelyn’s eyes focus on us three. I’m not a Leto, but I’ve been in their lives long enough to be considered part of the family. But here eyes are looking at me surprised, and it clearly ain’t for Brandon’s use of words.

I hear her whisper my name, and my eyes wide immediately.

“I didn’t thought you were coming” She says, not taking her eyes from my afraid gaze, “Are you two alright?”

“Of course we are alright” Jared laughs, holding me by the waist, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know, I had the thought that maybe you two weren’t together anymore” She mutters.

She knows. Oh, God, she knows.

The three men look at her confused, but I know the fear on my eyes has become more evident. She whispers my name again, and I don’t have to think it too much to notice that she’s trying to make me talk.

“How’s Charlie, by the way?” She finally asks, “I tried to greet you two the other day at the cafeteria near his apartment, but you two looked kinda busy”

Jared’s body stiffens by my side, his eyes narrowing as he digests Baelyn’s words.

“Baelyn” Brandon shuts her, holding her arm tightly, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Jared is my friend too” She says, baring her teeth, “He has the right to know”

“But not like this!”

Jared lets go of my waist, starting to walk away towards the house. I look at the couple in front of me, discussing a topic that shouldn’t be discussed by anyone else other than Jared and me. Shannon is still by my side, looking at them discuss.

“What the fuck did you do?” I turn to face him, his eyes show me all the anger his body is hiding.

Realization finally hits me. I cheated on Jared. He knows. I have to talk to him. Now.

I ignore his question, starting to follow Jared’s footsteps. I’m afraid he’s left the party already, but a part of me wants him to go and leave the piece of trash that claimed to be his girlfriend. I look through the front window, his car is still parked outside, so he must be inside the house.

It ain’t that hard to find him. Jared is sitting in the middle of Brandon’s art studio looking at one of his pieces. The art of two girls resting their foreheads on the other, wrapping their hands on their necks, not even looking at each other at the eyes, feels too inappropriate for this moment. The title “Eye to Eye” hangs below it.

I take a step forward, sitting next to Jared on the small bench. Now that we are close together, I can notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, the heavy breathing on his chest, his shoulders trembling.

“Jared” I mutter, “I was going to tell you”

He stays quiet and I wait for a comment, an insult, anything.

“When?” He finally asks.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about it on our way here” I confess, “You really don’t know how sorry I am for doing this. How much I hate myself for not being able to stop”

Jared suddenly turns to face me, his eyes red due to the tears, “How long?” He asks me, ignoring my comment.

“A week after you left” I mutter.

“Two months” He whispers, avoiding my eyes.

Jared stands from the bench, getting closer to the hanging piece.

“I want you to go home and pick all of your stuff” He mutters, with a gravelly tone of voice, “I don’t want you there”


“I don’t want to see you ever again” He continues, “Now, go”

I stand from the bench, walking towards him. His back is as trembly as his shoulders. I want to rest my hands on his shoulders, turn him so I can face him. So he can say the same to my face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” I whisper.

Jared finally turns to face me. The tears haven’t stop running through his cheeks, and the look of anger that I receive pierces my heart.

“Why would I do that? I know what you are going to say”

“No, you don’t” I protest, reaching his face, cupping it with trembly hands, “You deserve and explanation”

“I do, but I already know it” His hands reach mine, taking them away from his face, “You are going to say you were feeling lonely, that he was there when I wasn’t. Then you are going to promise me that it will never happen again, that you love me”

Shit. He did know it.

“”But Jared…”

“You already broke this relationship, there’s no turn back. Now go, I really don’t want to see you”

He turns again, giving me his back. Part of me wants to stay, beg him to listen to me, beg for forgiveness. But I know I don’t deserve it. Because what I did, was unforgivable.And if I were on his shoes, I would probably asking him the same. That’s why the more rational part of me forces me to back away and leave the house, leaving behind who I thought was the love of my life, my friends and everyone who was a part of me for the past years.

Imagine cheating on Jared | Part Two

The Roommate

Chapter 1;

 I zipped the last bag of luggage, put it on the top of the rest of the bags and sighed loudly.
 “Finally everything‘s ready.“ I said while smiling slightly but it wasn‘t convincing enough for my best friend Gabby.
 “Hey, cheer up, okay?“ she exclaimed, jumped out of bed and took my hand into hers.
 “I don‘t know what you‘re talking about, “ I protested, jokingly pretending to be hurt by her words, “I‘m pretty sure what I just did was a very big smile.“
 “You can‘t lie to me, Anna. We‘ve been best friends for more than 10 years now, don‘t you think I know you well enough to know how you really feel?“
 Damn. I hated it when she could tell how I was feeling just by looking into my eyes. Gabby and I have been friends since kintergarden. It all happened when she offered me a cookie and basically won my heart. And up till now we‘ve always been together, always have supported each other and always had each other‘s backs.
 However, we were about to start going to college now and of course, my parents insisted that I went to Korea to continue my education instead of just staying here. Their arguments were that the colleges there were so much better than the ones we had here. From some point of view this was true but it also meant that I’d leave Gabby and basically everyone I’ve ever known behind. When I found out that I got accepted into the college I had applied to, which also happened to be one of the most elit schools there, I couldn‘t be happier about. It wasn’t until later when I started realing that I was actually leaving home and staring to live on my own. Not something I certainly was ready about.
 “Did you already talk to your roommate?“ she changed the subject when she realised I was on the verge of crying. Again. For the sixth time today
 “Not yet. Mom said he‘s going to pick me up at the airport and drop me off in the apartment.“
 “He?????“ Gabby‘s eyes suddenly widened and I laughed at her silliness.
 “Yeah, don‘t you remember what I told you? A family‘s friend‘s son lives in Korea so being the caring mom she is, my mom settled things so that I‘d live with him for the first couple of months. I know this sounds strange but it‘s only for a little while until I‘m able to afford living on my own.“
 “I hope he‘s sexy as hell. I really do.” Gabby teased me even though she was completely aware of the fact that I wasn’t the “dating” kind of girl “Don‘t you know anything about him? Not even his name“
 “It‘s J-something….. James, Jane…… Jay! It‘s Jay. The only thing I know about him is that he‘s somewhat famous in Korea…. so honestly I‘m expecting a really cocky Mr-Getting-All-The-Bitches kind of guy.“ I laughed but I felt my insides turned upside down just thinking about it.
 “Hey, if he really is a celebrity you can take sneaky photos of him and then blackmail him for money… or just leak them online if he pisses you off. But always make sure to keep me updated on that. Also hey!! You‘re gonna be his roommate which gives you lots of privileges - to see him naked and make out, simple things like that“ Gabby started laughing too.
 “HEY!!!“ I yelled which only made her laugh more.
 “Just letting you know that I DO NOT want photos of that“ she teased.
 “Annie, darling, the cab is here!“ my mom shamelessly interrupted our little moment here by showing at the doorstep and saying the words I was most afraid of.
 “Feel free to spam me on facebook as much as you want. Also on snapchat. You better remember what we talked about the photos. I love you, Anna and I promise I‘ll come to visit you soon.“ and with that, I hugged Gabby tightly for goodbye and kissed her cheek.
 “I love you too and I‘ll miss you.“
 “Everything‘s settled, your flight lands at 19:00 and Jay will pick you up at the airport and drive you home… I mean to the apatment you’re sharing.. Call me the moment you land and if I don‘t pick up it‘s because of the time difference but I don‘t care, call me anyway. And don‘t forget to call regularly… I love you Annie, my sweet girl.. You‘ll be fine. “ mom actually started tearing up and I giggled at how childish she was behaving.
 “I love you too, mom. I’m a big girl now so I can take care of myself. I will also check up on you daily. Tell dad I love him even though it would have been nice if he could get out of work to send me off today but whatever. I’ll go now or I’ll miss the plane. Bye now! Love you.“
And with that, I grabbed my suitcase handle and started pulling the luggage while heading to the plane. When I got on, I started looking for my seat and it didn’t took me long until I found it but sadly for me,it wasn‘t the window one. There were only few minutes left until the plane set off and nobody seemed to have booked the seat next to the window so I shamelessly moved and sit there.
And of course, by the laws of nature, the moment I sat comfortably, a very tall and handsome boy stooted in the aisle next to the sits and smiled at me.
 “Let me guess, you have the window seat“ I smiled shyly and my cheeks turned into the redest shade of red.
 “You guessed right but it‘s okay, I‘ll just take yours instead then.” He laughed and sat next to me. “I never really understood why girls like the window seat better. I‘m Gray by the way.“
He was noticeably amused by my confused expression but he added.
 “My real name is Lee Sunghwa but I work as a producer and singer and use Gray as a public name. And what‘s your name, beautiful?“
 “Annie… no Anna. It‘s Anna.“ I stuttered and by then I swear I could fry eggs using my cheeks. “Nice to meet you.“
 “You‘re cute Annie. Anna. And pleasure is all mine.“
 “Hit me up some time, I‘d love to take you around the city.“ Gray told me and I smiled the wildest I could as a response.
 “I‘d love to.“ I said and waved him goodbye.
 I looked around to see if I could spot my roommate, Jay, anywhere in the crowd. There were so many people that I couldn‘t even……Shit.
 Then I saw him.
 Holding up a piece of papper with “Anna“ written on it and dressed up in the latest fashion trends - nothing too glamorous but so incredibly stylish at the same time - tight, so fucking tight black V-neck shirt, casual denim jeans, Seattle snapback, Nikes in matching color and of course, sunglasses which only emphased more on the cocky character he probably had. So after all I was right.
 And Gabby was right too.
 He was so freaking hot. Fuck.

A/N: Sooo, this is the first chapter of the fic… I‘m sooo nervous to be honest so please give me honest opinions;;; Did you guys enjoy it?

Peaches (SamxReader)

Request: Hi! I love your work. I was wondering if I could request a doc with a reader x Sam where she works at the local farmers market and runs the stall where he always buys organic veggies for salads and he finds out she is an angel in hiding and takes her to the bunker for protection and Cas warns Sam that harboring an angel is dangerous but Sam has bonded with the reader and insists upon helping her and it leads to them being intimate despite Sam thinking angels lose power if they sin? Thanks!

Warning(s): fluff, smut, Angel!Reader

Words: 3168

Note: Thank you!! Yay another Sammy one! :) Switches between Sam’s POV and Reader’s

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nutsandlightningbolts  asked:

👕 (God knows he needs something besides the jumpsuit)

Send me a 👕 and I’ll Dawn will make a new outfit for your muse in polyvore.

dawn would LOVE to be able to dress up clemont. this outfit’s really supposed to be kind of plain and safe, except for the shoes. since clemont isn’t super fashionable/more practical, she’d start him off easy: a button up shirt and some nice pants, not too many crazy colors. but, she’d insist on some flashy shoes as a conversation starter. plus, he wouldn’t be super aware of them bc he shouldnt be looking down at his feet too much.

the only bad thing is if he goes near anything w oil hes gonna ruin it lmao…

anonymous asked:

Sorry if you are not taking prompts, but I got a essay back with a shitty grade any chance you could write me some sterek fluff? Your fics never fail to cheer me up :)

She wears more plaid than Derek could ever hope to own, talks herself into frantic rambles, eats disgusting combinations of food, and her name is Rollas, short for something she refuses to share. 

She’s basically Stiles’ soulmate. 

Derek can’t even meet her eye. 

Rollas is busy chatting to Stiles and Lydia about why they should be producing wolfsbane pepper sprays and selling them online, and Derek’s staring into space, wondering how Stiles will break up with him. It might be in the next thirty seconds. Stiles might turn to him in a moment, touch his arm and say, “Sorry, dude, you’re just not it for me. I was only waiting for her. She’s perfect. It’s like she’s literally made for me. You’re obnoxious, and you snore, and you never pick up your socks when I ask you to. I can’t believe I stayed this long. Bye.” And, then he’ll leave with Rollas, on a cloud made up of those god damn Buffy comics Stiles leaves all over the apartment, and Derek will die alone in their bed with the stupid bright pink comforter Stiles insisted upon.

He shouldn’t have bitched about it. He should have admitted how warm it was. He should have let Stiles get the cushions that went with it, too! Why did he fight for green?

Stiles touches his hand, and Derek jerks away in horror. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello, hon! Can I please have an imagine where Y/N and Newt are engaged to be married (and Gally, your fellow builder buddy, actually made the ring for Newt to give to you) and they want to get married in the Glade. And WCKD sends up a note in the box and supplies that will allow said wedding to happen (even a beautiful wedding dress). Teresa's your maid of honor, Thomas is the best man, and Gally's the one who gives you away. Lots of fluff and really romantic, please! <3

Originally posted by sirisaacnewtmas

You couldn’t help but look at the ring, the way it glinted slightly in the light and how happy it made you feel. The mere sight was something which warmed your heart more than you had thought possible. It had only been a few weeks since Newt had proposed to you with the little piece of metal that he’d gotten Gally to fashion for you, but you were already thrilled at the prospect of the wedding.
‘Hey, you gonna get some work done?’ Gally asked, making you look over at him quickly. There was a small, almost knowing smirk on his face. He was fully aware of what you’d been doing, he just liked the idea of teasing you about it all.  

You opened your mouth to respond, however, the Newbie alarm cut through the daily grind of the Glade, and made you look towards the Box. You could see Newt limping towards it, and felt the familiar happiness bubbling in your chest.

‘Looks like that’s a no, Gal,’ you called, smirking over at him, downing your tools as an indication that you were intrigued by the whole affair – Teresa’s note had said she as the last one.

Gally rolled his eyes, a dramatic sigh only added to his false annoyance, for you could see the amusement dancing behind his eyes.

You hurried over, wiping dust from your hands as Newt and Frypan hauled open the Box.

‘This shouldn’t be happening,’ mumbled Newt, frowning as Frypan jumped into the Box. ‘They said we weren’t getting any newbies.’

‘Since when were the Creators honest with us?’ you asked, taking his hand lightly in your own and giving it a quick squeeze.

Newt nodded, and you could tell that he was about to say something, but he was cut off by Frypan’s voice. ‘Um, guys, there’s not a Greenie,’ he said, pulling your attention towards him. You and Newt edged closer to the lip of the Box, curiosity washing over you. ‘It’s some – I dunno what to say. How’d I look?’ He popped his head over the edge, allowing you to see him with a veil over his face. You and Newt chuckled.

‘Suits you, Fry,’ you told him, moving towards the Box, wondering what else was in there.

‘Love, I should –’

‘Newt,’ you said, resting a hand on his arm as he moved towards the Box, ‘if there’s a dress in there it’s bad luck. Let’s try not to jinx it?’

Newt nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. ‘All right, but at least get Gally to help you with the stuff.’

‘When I’ve got Frypan?’ you asked, grinning up at Newt and throwing an arm around Frypan’s shoulders.

Newt chuckled. ‘I guess not… Does this mean we’re getting married today?’

You shook your head, a slight panic washing over you. ‘Newt, do you know how long a wedding takes to plan?’ you asked, ducking into the Box to look through the stuff that had been left for you. ‘I’d say tomorrow at the earliest.’

‘Can’t wait,’ said Newt, a bright grin slipping onto his face before he limped away, whistling merrily.

Amongst all the boxes of stuff there was a note, letting you know that it was all in fact for your wedding.

The Glade had never seemed to be happier than it was that evening, when everyone seemed determined to help prepare everything – Minho had even stopped the Runners from going out that day. You’d had to rush around to try and figure everything out, but all the time Newt was by your side, giving your hand little squeezes and placing soft kisses on your temples. He reminded you to breath when you needed it the most, and made sure that you let him and the rest of the Gladers help you (even with Thomas trying to hint that he should have a stag night!).

It wasn’t until the morning of the wedding that your panic really began to settle in. You were pacing in the Homestead, flattening your dress to try and get rid of the excess of nerves which you could feel in the pit of your stomach.

‘It’s gonna be fine,’ said Teresa, still trying to sort out her hair as she’d finished helping you with yours. ‘You look amazing and Newt’s gonna think you look beautiful.’

‘Yeah, but what about – I forgot to get someone to give me away!’ you said, slapping your forehead as you paused. How could you have forgotten that?

Teresa, shockingly, chuckled. You looked towards her sharply, only to see Newt in the doorway, his hands over his eyes. He looked very nice dressed in his suit.

‘I wanted to let you know,’ he said, talking towards the mirror and causing you to chuckle as you made him face towards you – ‘thank you – that I arranged it all. He should be coming any minute… now.’

Gally slipped into view, manoeuvring himself around Newt. ‘Shouldn’t you be at the altar?’ he asked, moving to give your shoulder a quick squeeze.

A slight blush rose up Newt’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but kiss him gently.

‘I love you, Newt,’ you assured him – gaining a swift ‘Aw’ from Teresa.

‘I love you too, (Y/n). Now, I’ll see you at the altar,’ he said, grinning before leaving.

‘May I?’ asked Gally, holding out his arm for you. ‘I mean, that’s if you want me to give you away.’

You ran and hugged him tightly. ‘Thank you,’ you said earnestly, feeling the tears in your eyes.

It was spectacular, walking out to see Newt at the altar, gaining a quick pep talk from Thomas while Minho awkwardly arranged his robes. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Newt. This was the happiest moment of your life, and you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

I hope you all had an awesome Christmas! ^-^  Here some Grelliam, where William tries to not be socially awkward xD

Undertaker’s telling a joke, but I can’t really translate it into english, it’s a wordplay… >_> 

And I noticed how everyone’s dressed nice and fancy and Grell is just sitting there in his normal clothes…damnit, I should have given him a lovely dress or something… :c I noticed too late…but hey, he has awesome socks…probably because his feet always hurt like hell because of this heels >_> …honestly Grell, how can you walk in these things?!


“Here…I-uh…got you a little…something…”

Grell looked up when he heard a familiar sounding voice next to him. He raised one of his eyebrows in confusion though, as he looked into William’s eyes, who was sitting next to him on the leather couch all of a sudden. The black haired man even seemed to smile a little bit. 

“It-…It’s nothing special…but…well…I thought…”, he continued to talk and adjusted his glasses with his hand awkwardly. 

Grell was surprised. He actually hadn’t expected William to actually…get something for him. The redhead was a bit confused.  

“Wha-…oh…?”, the redhead couldn’t do anything though. At the very moment Will practically thrusted the gift into Grell’s hand. Not as rude as it may sound though. Gently. 

“…Thank you…”, Grell started to smile, looking at the gift. It was neatly wrapped up in fancy, red wrapping paper with a lovely ribbon on top, also red. He started to wonder, what might be inside that box.

Grell then looked up again and smiled at Will, suddenly noticing something. He was wearing something different than usual. And he noticed another thing… 

“Will…you…are even wearing my bowtie? …The one I got for you last year?”, Grell started grinning, “How very sweet of you, darling…~”

“…Merry Christmas, Grell”.

natflash  asked:

So I've been looking up too many dresses and fancy masks, because all I can imagine is a karabita masquerade ball scenario with Chibita, confused by this 'brave, handsome, chivalrous prince' who proclaims his love to him, and is determined to sweep him off his feet. Throughout the night, this 'prince' is starting to grow on him - but he really, REALLY reminds him of someone... someone painful of whom he's quite fond of... but HE would never like Chibita back... right?

this is like..really beautiful?? like this is so well written and nice?? but all I can imagine is Karamatsu in the most RIDICULOUS suit an d Chibita still being like hmmmm who is it…..

Request: Hi! I love your oneshots, dear! May k request one where the reader gets stood up on a date and is feeling really lousy and Dean makes it all better and ends up taking him/her out? The fluffier the better, too! Thank you!

7:00 rolled around, and your heart started to speed up. You’d spent all day preparing for your date. Your hair was perfect, your makeup was perfect, you’d even bought a new dress! You were going out with Mark. You’d been on a date with him once before, and he wanted to go on another one. He was nice and cute, so you said sure! But, as the time went by, you felt worse and worse.

You kept checking your phone, expecting to see a text saying he was sorry, or that he was just running late, but nothing happened. At 8:00 you finally gave up. You felt like shit. 

Why would he ditch you? It wasn’t hard to send a quick text, were you really that bad? You poured yourself some vodka and cranberry juice, and decided to drink away your sorrows. 

“You’re still here?” Dean asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Apparently.” You replied, taking another sip of your alcohol. 

“Where’s what’s-his-face?” Dean asked, sitting next to you.

“Your guess is as good as mine!" 

Dean looked confused, but after a moment he understood what had happened. "What kind of idiot would ditch you?” He asked, sounding actually shocked. 

“Apparently I’m a bad date. Who knows, maybe I talk too much.” You said. What that it?

“Hey, you listen to me. You do not talk too much. I can’t get enough of you! You could talk all day, and I’d be happy.” Dean told you, making you smile. “Well, the guy’s an idiot.”

“Why’s that?” You asked.

“Because only an idiot would leave such a beautiful, smart, amazing girl all alone.” Dean informed you. 

You blushed. Dean was always so nice. He was the real person you’d want to date, but you didn’t think he felt the same way, so you never tried. “Thanks.” Was all you could manage to say. 

“You know what? You look amazing. Would you like to go out?” Dean asked. 

You laughed and said, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Of course I don’t have to. But I’ve wanted to take you out for the longest time.” Dean confessed.

Smiling, you said, “Damn, you’re smooth.”

“Is that a yes?” Dean asked, smirking.

“Yes.” You said. 

Dean jumped up and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” You nodded and waited for Dean to return. After a few minutes he said, “Don’t laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?” You asked, but when Dean walked into the room, you understood. Dean had put on a suit and shaved. You smiled, touched by what he’d done. “I said don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.” You assured him, moving closer to him. “I just love what you’ve done.” Dean smiled at your compliment, and offered you his arm. You gladly took it, and you walked you out of the bunker. “So, where are we going?” You asked after a moment. 

“There’s a diner about a mile out.” He informed you. 

You laughed and leaned into him, “Just what I wanted." 

(I hope you like it!)

Work Party. Vic Fuentes Imagine

Can you do a Vic smut? Any thing you want!


“This is going to suck.” I say.

“Hey, I don’t want to be here either!” Vic says. “But at least I get to see you in the dress all night.”

I smile and climb out of the car.

As I’m getting out, Vic reaches over and slaps my butt.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!” I smile.

Vic laughs and gets out of the car.

Vic’s new job has an event every month and because he’s new, we have to go to every one of them.

We walk in and Vic’s boss and his wife are there waiting.

They shake our hands and small talk for a few minutes.

“This night is never going to end.” I moan as we walk towardsn our table.

“You look beautiful.” Vic whispers in my ear.

I look at him and kiss him. Before pulling away, I lightly bite his lip.

“Oh god.” He moans quietly.

I smile, grab his hand, and continue to walk to our table.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.” Vic whispers.

I wink at him and sit down at our table.

Vic sits down next to me and the couple at our table tries to start conversation with us.

We make small talk, but all I can think about is going home.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I whisper into Vic’s ear.

“Oh, I know. ” Vic says as he try to slide his hand up my dress.

“Nice try.” I say, pulling his hand back down.

I lean over, kiss his cheek, and nibble on his ear slightly.

“Why are you doing this to me? ” He moans quietly.

I laugh and take a sip of my wine.

I slip my hand under the table and begin to play with the outside of his pants.

“Stop.” Vic quietly giggles.

“I can’t help it.” I whisper.

I pull my hand away as waiters start to bring food.

All of a sudden I feel Vic’s hands fly up my dress, to my underwear.

I jump a little as he tries to play with me. I move his hand and blush.

I quickly finish eating and get up.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” I whisper as I walk away.

I walk into the single person bathroom and wait for Vic to come in.

Vic sneaks in, locks the door, and kisses me roughly.

Vic pushed me against the wall and continues to kiss me.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you all night.” He moans as he quickly unzips my dress.

I unbutton his shirt and quickly take his pants off.

I see Vic’s erection grow as more clothes fall to the floor.

I begin massaging his member as he takes my bra and underwear off.

Vic quickly picks me up, pushes me against the wall, and enters inside of me.

“Fuck.” I moan as quietly as I can.

As Vic goes harder and faster it’s harder to stay quiet.

I dig my nail into his back has get gets deeper inside of me.

He suddenly pulls out and puts me on my feet. I look at him confused and he just smiles.

He pushes me back and bends me over the sink. Before I can adjust he enters me and begins to pound into me.

“Oh my god.” I moan.

Vic wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head up. He kisses me while he continues to do me from behind.

“Shit, Y/N.” Vic moans as he goes faster.

I moan a little as Vic slaps my ass roughly.

“I’m so close.” I moan.

Vic slows down a little and then speeds up again. He gets deeper than he was before and there’s no way I can hold in my moans.

“Fuck!” I moan as I finish.

Vic continues to pound into me until I feel his warm liquid fill me.

He pulls out and turns me around and kisses me.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” I smile.

We both get dressed and fix ourselves back up.

I sneak out first and then Vic follow behind me.

“That was so hot.” Vic whispers as we sit back down at our table.

We finish the evening and before we know it, it’s time to go home.

Before we leave, we go to say goodbye to Vic’s boss.

“It’s nice to see passion still exists.” Vic’s boss whispers to him and winks.

We both blush and leave quickly.

Maybe these dinner won’t be so bad after all.

*I hope this was okay! Make requests!*

Meet the Squad (Omaha)

Requests are open!
Anon requested: Hey I was wondering if you could do an imagine where y/n lives with Nate and Sammy in their apartment and is dating Nate and her parents come out and visit from her hometown and like Sammy,gilinsky,swazz, and Johnson show up and they all just get to know each other? Sorry if it’s a lot! I absolutely love your writing btw❤️

I hope you enjoy!! It’s longer, but definitely something I’m proud of. and thank you so much! xx

“Something smells good in here!” My boyfriend, Nate, called as he entered the kitchen. We had been living together for almost 2 months, before my parents called last week, asking to meet him. Reasonable enough, since we’ve dated for a year without them demanding to meet him. until now, obviously. I was frantically slaving in the kitchen, trying to cook a decent dinner of chicken, spaghetti, and fruit salad on the side. Cooking was normally fun for me but tonight I was nervous, making the task much more difficult. Nate made his way over to where I was standing, in front of the stove, and snaked his arms around my waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Calm down y/n, you’re going to be fine. From what I’ve heard from you, they’re pretty chill parents. If I’m not worried, then you shouldn’t be either,” he mumbled against my skin, pressing soft kisses here and there.

I sighed in relief, feeling almost at peace. I turned to face him, before pushing my lips gently against his. “I love you,” I mumbled against his lips.

“And I love you, lil mama. Now, let me clean up and get ready. I want to make a good first impression,” he said as he winked at me.

I grinned like a mad idiot and turned back to the pot of sauce and continued stirring before hearing the door open. Turning back around, I glanced at the 4 boys who just entered the living area. They were all dressed in nice shirts and khakis, not too different than what they normally wear when we go out together.

“y/n!” they yelled before running over to me and hugging me. I hugged each of them back, greeting them with a smile.

I moved out to LA when I started attending the college of UCLA, and ended up meeting all of the boys at a frat party. Yeah, I know its quite a sketchy place to meet somebody, especially a group of 4 random guys, but we hit it off right away. They were quick to show me around town, and I was very lucky to have met them. Soon enough, our alliance quickly blossomed into a friendship that felt like it had been there for all of my life. They were all sweethearts, and I loved them all to death. (even though they are all rowdy af, you learn to deal with it)

“So are you nervous? Your parents meeting Nate and everything? Like this is a big deal and shit, what if something goes wrong?” Sammy asked.

My face morphed into a nervous state, again, and I looked around manically.

“Shut up Wilk,” Johnson said before walking over to my side and rubbing my back, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Yeah y/n, we’re here for you. I’m sure nothing will happen, and if worst comes to worst, we’ll hold them up with some killer jokes and stories.” Gilinsky reassured me.

I laughed. “Thanks guys, I truly appreciate this. Having you guys here will make me feel more comfortable.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Swazz said before sauntering over to the strained pasta and placing a noodle into his mouth. We all laughed, before I took a look at the clock and gasped. 7:30

“Shit, my parents are coming at 8 and I haven’t even gotten dressed! Do you think you guys could pull off the rest of the cooking? All you have to do is put the sauce on the noodles, and put the cut-up-fruit in a bowl. I already took out the chicken and set the table so you’re fine there,” I stated.

“We’ve got it y/n, don’t you worry,” Gilinksy said, getting to work in the kitchen.

“Thanks so much guys,” I yelled as I ran down the hallway and into my shared room with Nate.

“Hell yeah, I’ve always wanted to be a chef” I heard Sammy say from the kitchen. I giggled to myself before pulling on a simple white dress with a denim jacket on top, rolling up the sleeves. Adding a few rings and the necklace that Nate gave me for our 1 year anniversary, I also swiped on some makeup (nothing too drastic), before heading back downstairs to see Nate on the couch.

“You look gorgeous, y/n.” He said, walking over to where I was to kiss me. Kissing him back, I blushed, before peeping into the kitchen to see that everything was placed neatly on the table. The Jacks, Swazz, and Sammy all stood off to the side proudly, admiring their finished work.

“Guys, this is perfect. I can’t believe you pulled that off,” I thanked, admiring the food that lay on the table, before hugging each one of them again. Right on cue, the doorbell rang, signifying the one moment that I had been both dreading, and excited for.

My parents were here.

Taking a deep breath and interlocking fingers with Nate, I walked over to the main entrance and swung the door open to reveal my mom and dad.

“Y/n!” They exclaimed as they embraced me in one of the tightest hugs ever. Letting go of Nate’s hand, I savored the group hug, rocking back and forth with them. “Its so good to see you!” My mom squealed.

“I missed you mom, its good to see you too.” Moving aside to allow them to enter the apartment, the 5 boys all came into view clearly.

“Who are these boys, y/n?” my dad asked.

“This is Jack, Jack, John, and Sam,” I gestured to each boy, going down the row. They each shook hands with my parents and smiled, while my parents looked at me with a sense of approval.

Nicely done, y/n, only one more to go. you thought.

“And who is this young fellow?” my dad asked again.

“Mom, Dad, This is Nate Maloley, my boyfriend,” I introduced.

“It’s so great to meet sir,” Nate said shaking my dad’s hand firmly. “And it’s so nice to meet you too, Mrs. y/l/n, you look lovely today,”

“It’s nice to meet you too son,” my dad nodded. I couldn’t quite read his expression, but by the look on my mom’s face, she already loved him.

“Okay!” I called, clapping my hands together. “Let’s eat!” A murmur of approval waved around the room, as we all moved towards the table. I took a seat beside Nate, across from my parents, while the rest of the boys took the remaining seats.

During dinner, my dad asked those typical “dad” questions, trying to look intimidating, but soon giving up the act and opening up to Nate. Not far into the meal, the two were getting hyped up about a basketball team that they both enjoyed. I looked down the table at the rest of the boys, and sighed in relief, signaling a thumbs up. They returned the gesture before Sam pointed at me and Nate and started to symbolize hip thrusting against the table. Typical Sam, making dirty jokes in any way possible. I rolled my eyes before laughing and turning back to the conversation in front of me. I then looked at my mom, as she mouthed, “We love him.” I grinned widely, before looking down at Nate’s hand which was rested on my knee, placing it into mine. My dad ended up engaging conversation about basketball, again, with all 5 of the guys. They really seemed to get along. It was amazing.

“Y/d/n, we have a hilarious story about y/n playing basketball with us,” Nate said, smirking at me.

“Oh no you don’t. That story is super embarrassing!” I yelled.

Laughing, Gilinksy began to narrate the story, looking over at me once in a while. “So we were at a friends house, and since they have a court at their house, we decided to play. It was just us 5 at first, but we wanted to even out the teams, so eventually, we asked y/n came to play with us. She agreed, and we were in the midst of a tie-breaker when I passed it to her. She had a clear shot, and if she made it, then we would have won. But then, y/n decides to run the opposite direction of the basket and ended up shooting on the wrong hoop. Surprisingly, she made it, and she was so happy, but when we told her what had happened, y/n just had this really confused look on her face. It was priceless.”

The whole room shook with laughter as I covered my cherry-red face. I mean, yeah I was embarrassed, but it made my parents laugh. and knowing that they’re happy with my life decisions and my friends, makes me happy too. I stuck my tongue out at G.

“Told you I would hold them up with some killer jokes” he said slyly as I burst into laughter. Gotta love him.