i really want his shirt and jacket

Praise

Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of “Wipe it off of me”, reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

(Read Part 1 )

Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.

“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.

“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”

“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”


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I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.” I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.


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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”

“Good.” Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

“Me.” Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.

“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. “Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”

“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”

“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.

Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.

The Arrangement (Part 4)

Summary: You spend the night at Dean’s place

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, leering, smutty thoughts/implications/suggestions (PG13)

A/N: The next part is here EARLY because holidays suck and I have work to procrastinate, which makes me super productive with writing! Hope you guys like this part (side note: this GIF destroys me) (please check the tags, guys, a bunch aren’t working)

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connorxxmurphy  asked:

Could you maybe write a drabble for ConnorxEvan, where they are going on their first date and both boys have no idea how to properly do the dating thing? Please and thank you!!

leeets do this (i literally just said this out loud oh my god) evan x connor is the reason i breathe

love these boys!! so much!! tree bros!! (i also added in a mention of alana/zoe cause i am starting to ship them)

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“So…” The word hung between the two awkwardly, the tension thick. Evan’s face was a light pink color, what seemed to be a permanent blush. 

The ice cream parlor was nearly empty, apart from the family in the corner, and the two boys sitting at a high table near a window. The parlor was cold due to the air conditioning, but even in September, the weather was still quite hot. Connor briefly wished that he hadn’t worn his standard all black outfit, but remembered what Zoe said. “Don’t act any different than you usually would- but also don’t be a douche. Just be the good version of yourself. You don’t want to change yourself on the first date, because he said yes to you because he likes you as you.” Even though half of that didn’t make sense, Zoe has been sucessfully dating Alana for a few months now, so she must know what she is saying. So Connor wore his standard black jacket, black shirt, and black jeans.

“You like trees?” Connor finally said a few moment too late. Connor internally cursed himself the moment he spoke. You like trees? How much more lame can you get?  

Any regret over choice of words dissipated when Evan’s face lit up. Connor made a mental note. Evan really likes trees. 

“W-well, I did a internship over the summer-” Evan started talking quickly, probably the loudest that Connor had ever heard him speak, but cut himself off. His face became even more pink, borderline red now. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear this.” At this, Connor frowned. He leaned across the (slightly sticky) table and made direct eye contact with Evan, observing how flustered the other boy got from that. 

“Evan, I asked you out cause I want to know more about you. Now, I know nothing about dating, let alone first dates, but if talking about trees makes you happy, I beg of you, please talk about trees.” As Connor finished his little speech, he leaned back in his seat. Evan looked slightly shocked, but he smiled and looked down at his ice cream. “Now,  Evan Hansen, could you please tell me everything about your internship with trees?” 

“O-okay.” Evan said quietly. He shot a quick glance back up Connor, and looked down before he started talking again. “Over the summer,” 

Connor took another bite of his ice cream as he watched Evan become more animated. Yeah, he made the right choice by asking Evan out. 

Intelligence Isn't Everything

Reid x reader


“Y/N! Wait up…..”

Y/N slowed her pace slightly but not much, allowing her colleague to catch up.

“Christ, for someone in heels you can sure walk fast,” Spencer commented, falling in step besides her as they made their way back to the BAU headquarters.

“Yes, well. I’m cold and I want to get back to the others,” her long hair caught on the breeze and she pulled her jacket tighter.

“Well we’d still be with the others if you’d accepted that I was right about the case.”

Never. Not when Y/N knew she was right. And on this occasion, she definitely was. But Spencer kept pushing it, insisting she was wrong about a small detail from a case that they’d covered four months ago. She should have let it slide but she couldn’t. She was fed up of him always being the golden boy, the genius. She was just as smart, her IQ only being a few points lower than his. Yet the team had all sided with Reid, everyone except Garcia who had backed her up.
And so what was meant to be a fun night out after work, with drinks and dancing, had turned into a full on debate between Y/N and Reid, and now the two were heading back to work to find out which one of them was correct.

Some would have called the pair of them stubborn mules. And she could bet that the team were laughing at their inability to drop the discussion and to agree to disagree until the next day. Still, they’d be back there soon enough, and she couldn’t wait to gloat. She was certain on this one.

They entered the building and Y/N headed straight for the elevator, frowning when she saw her tall, messy haired colleague heading for the stairs that led to the basement. She whistled to get his attention.
“Oi. So called genius. Where are you going?”

“Down to the records room,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“But it’ll be quicker to check on the computers?”

“Quicker yes. But Penelope was backing you up and I know she can remote access the servers. I’m not having her logging in and changing this just so you can feign victory.”

“Oh my God. You have that low an opinion of me that you’d think I’d get her to do that?”

Reid shrugged, “I just want absolute proof that I’m right here, so there can be no question.”

“Fine,” Y/N crossed the room to the basement door and followed him down the stairs and into the basement, muttering obscenities under her breath.

They reached the records room and flicked the lights on, shutting the door behind them and surveying the rows and rows of filing cabinets and storage boxes in front of them. Y/N spied an empty desk pushed against a wall and went and hopped up on it, settling herself back to wait.

“Are you not going to help me find the file?” Spencer asked.

She shook her head. “Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ loudly. “File I want is upstairs on a computer, easily accessible. You wanted to come down here, you find it.”

She watched him roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath which sound very much like “Ane.“

“Did you just call me an ass…. In school boy French?” Y/N was shocked, Spencer rarely insulted his team mates. And using french was just yet another way of him trying to show his intelligence off to her.

He stood staring at the files, trying to work out logically, where the one he wanted would be. Deciding, he opened a cabinet and started sifting through.

“Maybe.”

“Oh grow up, Spencer.”

“Oh cos I’m the one being a child here?”

“Yes! Because I certainly aren’t. You couldn’t let this drop, you kept insisting and insisting that I was wrong. You belittle me all the fucking time, Reid. And quite frankly, it pisses me off. You’re not the only intelligent person here. You talk down to the others too, but they all think that the sun shines out of your ass crack for some fucking reason.”

He sniggered and kept searching through the folders.

“It’s not funny, Spencer. Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to put my transfer papers in because you make me feel so small and pointless? I was hired for a reason, because I’m good at my job. Because I came top of my class in cal-tech, the second highest graduating marks in the history of that class. Second to yours of course. I should have realised that that was how my career would go as well. Always second best to the boy wonder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the others consult my opinion first,” he discarded a pile of files onto the floor, searching further.

“No, but you could shut your mouth and stopped interrupting me when I actually start speaking first. Nine times out of ten, you jump in with exactly what I was going to say. And everyone then thinks that it was your fucking breakthrough. Why can’t you just let me have it for once?”

“Because you have everything else… And my intelligence is ALL I have!” he sounded exasperated, as if it were obvious.

“Excuse me?” Y/N stared at him confused. “I have everything else? How exactly? What do I have that you don’t?”

“Erm, A social life outside of the BAU. Parents that are still together. I bet you weren’t bullied and teased all the way through high school either, you had to have been one of the popular girls with how good looking you are.”

“So you hate me because I have friends any family? And because you think I’m attractive?” Y/N was shaking her head know. “Spencer that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

“It might be to you, but it’s not too me. My intelligence is all I have.”

“Sure sure… Cos you’re definitely not 6ft 1 with a sexy combination of hair, eyes and bone structure that most people would kill for.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re so blind sometimes Reid, it’s ridiculous. I literally don’t think I can work around you anymore. I’m gonna ask for a transfer on Monday.”

She started to walk towards the door, intending on leaving. She no longer cared about who was right or wrong here she just wanted to out.

“Wait!” Spencer sounded stricken and Y/N stopped and turned.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t want you to leave the team. You are…. You’re good at your job. And maybe…. Alright maybe I AM a bit too pushy and forward with my opinions sometimes. Just… I can’t help it. But I’ll try okay.”

Wow. An apology. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes blazing. Well… He’d apologised. That was a first.

“You’ll get over the ‘hating me cos I’m beautiful’ thing?” Y/N made air quotation marks with her fingers.

“I’ll try… ”

“Fine. Let’s just go. I need a drink.”

“But I found the file? Don’t you wanna know who was right?” he waved the manila folder at Y/N and she considered her options, deciding that yes, she did still want to know. She nodded and he opened the file, quickly scanning to the information they were both craving.

That was one thing he could do which she couldn’t. Speed read. And it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Well?” She placed her hands on her hips, watching as his eyes flickered to hers and then down to the paper. Looking back up at her, he fixed a grin on his face and announced.

“I’m right!” Spencer closed the file and went to slide it back into place.

“Really? I was so…. sure?” Y/N felt confusion and then idiocy. She’d argued this point for two hours. And she was wrong? Bringing her eyes to his face, she studied his face, detecting a small flicker.

“Lemme see,” she held out her hand.

“No. You don’t need to, I’ve checked and told you. I’m right.”

Y/N lunged for the folder, now certain that he was lying to her. Ripping it out of his hands, she quickly flicked through it, finding the information she needed.

“You absolute shit, Spencer Reid. Even after apologising to me, you still can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

She closed the folder, breathing deeply to calm herself down and slotting the folder back into its place, seeing her colleague now red faced. He’d been caught and he didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry?”

Remembering his schoolboy French from earlier, Y/N decided to try some of her own.
“Vouz avez plein de merde,“ she told him, shaking her head.
“Vas te faire encule,” he shot back, immediately looking ashamed at what he said.

Y/N arched her eyebrows and laughed, “You fucking wish, Spencer Reid. You fucking wish.”

His eyes grew wide at her comment, and he licked his lip. She laughed again and went to walk away but felt him grab her arm and pull her back, his eyes suddenly intense.

“I do, actually. That’s part of the problem.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped, quickly replaying the conversation in her head and making sure she’d heard what she had. Spencer’s breathing was slightly ragged and she felt very warm all of a sudden.

The English of what he’d said to her would be ‘Fuck You’.

Before she even knew what she what she was doing, Y/N had pressed herself against her colleague, gripping his perpetually crooked tie and tugging his face down to hers, kissing him.

Her senses seemed to explode with wanting as their lips moved against each other, their arms quickly moving to each others torsos and running over the other persons body.

Fuck. This was such a cliché, the ‘I hate you but I actually just really wanna fuck you senseless’ but it definitely explained a few things. And she was going with it.

Spencer’s mouth pressed harder against hers, sucking her bottom lip in between hers as his hands slipped underneath her jacket, quickly tugging her shirt loose from her skirt and pushing his hands underneath the soft material of her work shirt. Y/N’s lips parted in a moan as his warm fingers danced over the skin of her lower back. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, Spencer used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, gently searching for her tongue with his.

‘Who the fuck knew the boy wonder could kiss like this’ Y/N thought to herself as she caressed the back of his neck with one hand, the other sliding down his back and over his ass, feeling the firm muscle of it. He let out his own groan as she cupped his butt and simultaneously hit a sensitive area on his neck.

Ugh.. That sound.

His voice may irritate her when he constantly tried to correct her, but my god he had a sexy groan. Low and guttural, raw passion.

She felt herself being walked backwards, feeling the ridge of the desk she’d been sat on earlier hitting against her thighs. Spencer pressed his body against Y/N’s, her almost gasping as she felt how hard he was, nudging against her.

Oh fuck.

Feeling THAT sparked a burning passion deep inside of her, more ferocious than it already was. Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it, her nift fingers undoing his buttons quickly. Spencer mirrored her actions, although he wasn’t as graceful and nearly pulled a button off as he hurried to undo her shirt. The buttons undone, he pulled the two sides of the fabric apart, splaying his hands on her tummy and breaking the kiss to gaze down at her chest.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her breasts jiggling slightly in her bra with each deep breath she took.

“Fuuuuck… ” he groaned out, licking his lips hungrily. Spencer’s hands ran down over her butt, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and exposing her black panties and hose. She kicked off her heels as his fingers searched for the edge of the panty hose, tugging them and the underwear down her legs and off onto the floor, before he bent his knees and lifted her onto the desk.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, using them to pull him to her. They both reached for his buckle at the same time, their hands knocking against each other as they worked it loose. The buckle undone, Y/N leant back slightly, watching as Spencer quickly unzipped his pants. She bit her lip, feeling heat pooling between her thighs.

His pants undone, Spencer pressed himself to her again, grinding lightly against her centre. She needed him inside and she needed him now. Long drawn out foreplay was not going to cut it here. She used her hands to push his trousers and briefs down and off his, watching his erection spring free.

“Do we need anything… ” came his whisper, the first words they’d said to each other.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, her words a rasp in her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed and his positioned himself quickly, pushing inside her slit.

They both gasped as they adjusted to each other, and then Spencer began to move against her, the desk knocking against the wall behind them with each thrust. Y/N locked her legs around his waist tightly, squeezing him as he gripped the table with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Jesus fuck… ” she gasped as his long fingers dug into her hip, his head lowering to her neck to lick and nip at the skin there as he thrust into her hard and fast.

She could feel pleasure building as the records room as was filled with the sounds of their grunting, the banging of the desk against the wall like a pendulum. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing herself where he wasn’t, the two sensations together making her almost dizzy.

It didn’t take long for them both to finish, surprisingly within seconds of each other. Y/N’s shudders obviously spurring him on,
Spencer thrust hard and deep before letting out his own loud groan and releasing himself.

His movements came to a slow as Y/N unhooked her legs from his waist, shakily lowering them and wincing as she felt his come start to trickle out of her and onto the desk.

He pulled away completely and hurriedly stuffed himself back into his underwear, pulling his pants back up and collecting Y/N’s hose and panties from the floor. He handed them to her, not quite meeting her eyes.
She separated the two garments, pulling the panties on and then balling up the hose to wipe the residue from between her legs and off the desk as she hopped down and redressed herself quickly. Slipping into her heels and smoothing her hair, she cleared her throat.

“So…. Erm. That was interesting.”

“Yep. Very…. ” Spencer sounded lightly strained, as if he didn’t know what to say or do. This was new territory for the both of them, randomly hooking up with a colleague.

“Guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?”

“I never hated you, Y/N… But erm.. Yeah. I never expected that to happen when we came down here tonight.”

“Me neither…But erm.. That was fun. Thanks…?” Y/N cringed at how awkward she sounded.

“Yes…erm thanks.”

The pair hurriedly put the room back to how they’d found it before heading back up and outside, flagging down two separate cabs to take them their own separate ways.
Y/N texted Garcia quickly to say that she’d suddenly got a headache from her clash with Spencer and had gone home. She imagined he was sending a similar message to Morgan.

… Monday at work….

“Agent Y/L/N, Dr Reid. Can I see you both for a moment?” Hotch leaned out of his office, calling out into the bull pen.

Y/N’s head shot up from the file she’d had her head buried in since Spencer had arrived. They made eye contact, both blushing before they made their ways into Agent Hotchner’s office.

“Close the door and sit down,” he told them.
Spencer closed the door quickly, alarm on his face as he joined Y/N in the two seats opposite their boss.

Aaron took out a silver disc and placed it on the table. “Do you know what this is?”

Y/N could guess, and as she glanced at Reid, the look on his face told her he’d guessed too.

“So I guess you two managed to work all of your differences out then? In the records room, of all places.”

“How much of it did you see Sir?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Enough to verify that it was you two. I didn’t need to see any more. This is the only copy and I’m going to hand this to you on the understanding that if either of you are caught doing that on these premises again, with each other or anyone else, there will be severe consequences. Do you both understand?” his voice was assertive and his face was stern.

Y/N took the disc and nodded, “Yes Sir.”

Spencer parroted her words.

“Do NOT let this affect your work either, okay.”

They both nodded.

“You’re free to go.”

That was it? That seemed a little….. Lax.
Y/N stood and was almost about to leave when a thought occurred.

“Who gave you this, Sir?”

Hotch’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Michael, the security guard. And it’s not the first or the last one he’ll ever hand over either. That poor man has seen a lot. Trust me. Now go. You both have work to be getting on with. And if you need anything fetching from that room, for God’s sake, send an intern to fetch it.”

Spencer left first, waiting outside for Y/N.

“Erm… What are you going to do with that disc?” he asked her.

“Take it home.. Destroy it.”

“You’re not going to watch it?”

“I wasn’t…. Wait… Do you think we should?”

Spencer shrugged and she had an idea.

“My place. 8pm. Practice your French and don’t be late, okay.” She told him and he nodded, getting ready to walk off.

“Hey Spence…” She called after him, watching him turn to her.

“Do you think Garcia and Morgan have one of these?” She cracked a joke, lightening the atmosphere between them.

“Almost definitely. And I bet Rossi’s had a fair few as well,” he retorted, smiling.

“I bet Rossi is the sole reason there’s cameras in there. I can’t believe we forgot about them.”

anonymous asked:

Can u write a zach imagine Where the reader is zachs Gf and hannahs sister and very well liked by everyone and the people on the tapes dont want her to Find out about them but she does and is mad and especislly at zach

title: forgiveness, can you imagine?

word count: 1692

note: deadass rewrote this 5 million times until i was finally happy with how it turned out. it’s super fuckin long too wtf i love zach too much maybe idk


Hannah’s death had torn you apart, that much was true. Your sister had left no note, no letter, for you or your parents. Instead, she left behind shattered hearts and ruined lives, tearing everyone to shreds. Your parents pushed for a lawsuit, claiming that maybe Hannah had been bullied and it was the school’s fault for not stopping it. Maybe it was the truth; her life had turned sour when rumors flooded the school that involved her and multiple people.

Zach had been keeping secrets, that much was true. You never pushed, never prodded; if he wanted to tell you, he would. But these secrets, these were the ones that were going to tear you apart. It was affecting your relationship and the ties you had with everyone in your circle: Marcus, Justin, Jessica, Sheri, too many more to count. It was concerning you and they wouldn’t let you in on what they knew.

He hadn’t intended for you to find out ever, and even if you did, he didn’t intend for you to find out in the way that you did. You were Hannah’s sister for God’s sake; if you were going to know about the tapes, the tape team wanted it to be because they had shown you. Of course, Clay fucking Jensen (as Justin so lovingly put it) had to go and screw everything up.

They knew that he was the last one who had had the tapes in their possession; they knew he hadn’t passed them on yet. The last thing they had expected him to do was show them to Hannah’s very own sister. It wasn’t ever expected, something they would have taken to the grave with them if need be.

As Zach walked up to the front door of the Baker household that fateful Saturday afternoon, he could see your bedroom through your open curtains and blinds. You were sitting on your bed, a tape player in hand, headphones over your ears, and the most devastated look on your face; Clay was sitting in the chair at your desk, looking equally upset. In that moment, the boy standing outside your house knew.

He told the group, let them know that there was a storm on its way. It could be a silent, deadly one that severs their ties with no words or one that began with yelling and ended in tears. He didn’t know what to expect now. Courtney and Jessica were fearful, they were close to you; Zach was even more scared, he was your boyfriend after all and he really, genuinely cared about you.

Monday came and went without incident. You ignored everyone in the group. When you were walking in their direction, you put your head down, pretending to not notice them. They noticed that as soon as your back was to them, your head would lift and your stride was quick and long.

The end of the school day, in your opinion, was the best part of your day recently. You escaped with your dignity, no confrontation with your closest friends. Your luck, however, had run out when you reached your home, Zach waiting by the front door, his body leaning casually as it always did against the wood barrier; you slammed your car door harder than you meant to.

“What are you doing here, Zachary?” you asked, nudging past him to unlock the house.

He was taken aback, he’d never heard your voice dripping with such venom. It was a new sensation, this absolute dread he felt when you’d said his full name. “Am I not allowed to drop by my girlfriend’s house and see her?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping over the threshold and jiggling your key out of the lock. You wished he’d just leave, catch the drift that you were mad at him. How could he stand there and act as if you hadn’t heard what he’d done to your sister, been one of the reasons that she’d been driven to take such drastic measures?

“I’m not so sure anymore,” you mumbled, setting your backpack by the door and making your way to the kitchen.

The door shut behind you; Zach was following and you didn’t want him to. He was leaning against the counter when you turned from getting a snack out of the fridge.

“What’s wrong?”

Feigning innocence.

“Ask Hannah,” you snapped quietly, not meeting his eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t, can you?”

This was what he was afraid would happen all day at school; he was hoping it would happen there, so everyone could see it. Then everybody in school would see how bad he had fucked up, how bad everyone on those goddamned tapes had fucked up. Here it was, though, happening in the kitchen of the very house Hannah had died in, silent and driven to an extreme that she shouldn’t have been driven to. It was intimate, just the two of them; the air was so silent, he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and seemingly echoing through his whole body.

“[Name], listen-”

Your face burned, your eyes were blurry, your throat was closing rapidly. “No, Zach, you listen. How could you do that to my sister, to me? I don’t understand how you can hold hands with me in the hallways and kiss me when nobody is looking, and not feel bad for what you’ve done! Why would you steal those notes from her? Were you mad that she had turned down your comfort? She had been so wronged by everyone in your stupid fucking group that she couldn’t trust you, she thought it was a dare when you tried helping her. Just… How can you even look at me?”

Then you were crying. Breaking down right in front of Zachary Dempsey. It was embarrassing, but after three days of holding in feelings of betrayal and sadness, you finally had a way to let it out. And he held you, even though you tried hard to push yourself out of his arms, away from the person you hated and loved all at once.

“Hear me out, please.” The desperation in his voice was beyond evident. “I tried to help her. I really, really wanted to. After Marcus assaulted her, I went back to the diner and tried cheering her up, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. So I tried again in the cafeteria, but she completely blew me off. I took those notes without knowing what they meant to her and then she left me that note.”

“S-She said you threw that away.”

“I didn’t. She thinks she saw me throw it away and it’s valid. She saw it a different way than what actually happened. But I have it. It’s in my wallet. The thing is, though… I feel so bad, so bad. I’m the only one on those tapes trying to own up and take responsibility for what I did. Justin, Bryce, Courtney… They won’t ever admit that what they did was wrong, what they did hurt her, but I will. I’m telling you right here, right now. I wish I hadn’t done what I did. If I could go back in time, stop myself from being so angry when she humiliated me in front of everyone at school, I would.”

The tears were still streaming, a steady flow of warmth falling from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, and dousing Zach’s shirt under his Letterman jacket; it smelled strongly of some cologne you had gotten him for his birthday and faintly of the caramel mocha he always ordered from Monet’s. You wished it wasn’t so comforting.

“I am genuinely sorry for what I’ve done. To Hannah, to you, to your family. I really do understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, [Name]. Seriously.”

You thought, leaned tiredly against his chest, your cheek pressed just above his heart. It was a hard decision; this was the first boy you’d ever loved, first one you had ever told as such, but what he did was wrong. Like he said, though, he was the only one really owning up to what had happened in his tape so far. Justin, Courtney, Sheri weren’t at your door apologizing for their mistakes.

Zach could practically feel the anxiety growing in his stomach, a frightening grip in his gut that reached threateningly up through his chest and closed his throat. It seemed like ages before you said anything and he let out a breath he had been holding.

“Can you just… Give me a break? I really love you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m really mad at you right now. I just need some time to calm down, clear the air a little bit.”

He pulled his arms tighter around you, almost like he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear just as Hannah had. The girl had been right about one thing; he was lonely, too. Not like she had been, but he was. And it showed.

“Is it bad that I would have been worried if you said you didn’t need a break?” he joked, his voice dripping with tears he didn’t know had welled up.

You laughed a little, clearing the air. “No, I don’t think so.”

It was almost like losing a comfort blanket when you unraveled yourself from his body and he wanted nothing more than to pull you back into him, revel in your warmth and the nearly tangible love that you exuded. He was about to say something when your hands found his cheeks and guided him down to your level so you could press a quick, chaste kiss to his forehead. Even after your lips had left his skin, your hands stayed on his face and he stayed leaning down, his eyes closed and his own hands holding your wrists as if to keep yours in place.

“It’s just a break, okay? Don’t go chasing after any other girls.”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it when you’re the only one I love.”

“I love you, Zach. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too. I’d never forget.”

Shorts (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Summary: So you brought these amazing shorts at Y/F/S (your favourite/favorite shop) and they look amazing on you, Isaac thinks so too. But when you wear them to school, Isaac can’t keep his hands off of you.

Pairing: Isaac X Reader 

Warning: Slight Smut

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: Season 3 PA

Originally posted by laheys-girl

~*~*~*~ 

“So what do you think?” You asked Isaac your boyfriend. You both decided to go shopping for clothes, he wanted to but more scarves to go with his winter coats (which he looks hot in btw). And you did manage to buy scarves…a lot I should say.  

Isaac hums as he looks at the shorts. They were the colour/color of jungle faded green with the fabric of cotton, which they’re really comfortable by the way.  

“They look perfect on you, they match the grey scarf and the denim blue jacket that you’re wearing too. And the white shirt on it makes it look incredible.” He said as you laugh at him. He frowns as he looks at you. “What? Is it bad that I know some fashion taste Y/N?” He said as you smile widely and walk over towards him.  

“No, it’s a good thing.” You said as you brushed your lips against his own as he places his arms around your waist. You pull away and smile at him. “I’ll get them then. And then after that, want some Mexican?” You asked as he didn’t even need to think. 

“You don’t ask me a stupid question like that, scarves and Mexican food are my life.“  

~*~*~  

So you brought the shorts, and your wearing them at school too. All the boys wouldn’t stop look at you, because of them shorts. And let’s just say that… Isaac is totally jealous. Especially when he catches some boy staring, he immediately gives them a death stare or threatens them. Let’s just say that some of the boys are now terrified of Isaac. 

Isaac wasn’t having some horny teenage boys touch his girlfriend, you are his, his girlfriend. And he’s gonna make sure that everyone knows that you’re his. 

~*~*~*~ 

You went to your locker to grab your books out for today. You pull out your maths textbook and exercise book, your history book and English book. Oh the joy of school is carrying so much stuff but then putting it in your locker (lucky we don’t have lockers at my school). 

You close your locker but then all of a sudden you feel a body pressed against your own. His strong arms placed gently against your hips, his strong built body pressed against your own, his soft yet wet lips pressed against your neck. You knew who this is, well because you can tell that he’s slouching down just to kiss your neck. It was your tall giant of a boyfriend Isaac Lahey.

“Isaac!” You moan as he bites down harder on your soft delicate skin. “Isaac stop!” You push him away giggling at him, your small hand on his built chest. “We’re at school.” You said, stating the obvious.

“Well, who’s fault is it to wear those shorts?” He says in a husky voice making you bite down on your lip, blushing like a maniac. He grabs your hand and starts walking, you drop your books since he’s basically dragging you like a rag doll. 

~*~*~*~ 

You and Isaac walk into the boys locker room where you both can have privacy. Isaac pushes you against the wall, sucking your neck making you moan as he finds your sweet spot. You place your knee on his thigh as his hand goes up your shirt. 

You gasp feeling his slender hands creep up there. You can basically feel him smirking against you. He stops kissing your neck and removes the shirt off of you. He stays still staring at you. You started to feel uncomfortable and awkward. You blushed as you try to cover yourself up, but Isaac stops you by grabbing your hands. 

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper making him chuckle at you. He pulls your hands down and he stares down at you (well he’s a giant duh!) 

“I’m admiring you, you’re beautiful.” He says sweetly as you blush, you smile sheepishly as you look away from him. He lifts your chin to make you face him, his beautiful crystal blue eyes look straight down at your own beautiful E/C. “I love you.” He says out of the blue as he kisses your neck. 

“I love you too.“ 

~*~*~*~

“Guys I think that Y/N is missing!” Exclaims Stiles as he looks over at his friends, Scott frowns at him as Stiles rolls his eyes and shows him your books that you dropped earlier. “I think she was kidnapped?” He said as Lydia frowns at him. 

“But Y/N can take care of herself, she’s a hunter remember?!” She said as Allison nods looking over at her. 

“Yeah but what if it was the Derach? What if that thing got her?” Stiles said as he starts to freak out, possibly having an heart attack. 

“Wait.” Scott says as everyone stays silent. He then looks up at everyone. “She’s still here.” He said as Stiles sighs in relief. 

“Well thank god!“ 

“She’s in trouble! Same with Isaac!” Scott said as he starts running, Stiles stares having a look saying ‘are you serious?’ And then starts chasing after him, not long with Lydia and Allison behind him. 

"I don’t really care about Isaac.” 

“Stiles!”

~*~*~*~ 

“Isaac!” You moaned as he shoves into you on the wall. Your hands on his back, making marks on him that will soon heal. But for you, this won’t heal until about a month or so? His lips are attached onto your neck, making love marks on there so everyone knows that you’re his and no one can have you. 

He pulls out of you breathing heavily as he places his head on your shoulder to rest, your head leans back against the wall. You take time to adjust what just happen, you try to catch and settle your breathing but after what you just witnessed, it might take some time. 

“I love you.” Isaac says kissing your lips softly but passionately, it was like the last time you’ll ever kiss him. 

“I love you too.” You say between breaths making him chuckle. He gets up and throws you your clothes as you catch them and started to get dressed. 

You managed to put on your panties, bra and shirt while Isaac puts his boxers on. Then all of a sudden you heard a door slamming and running. 

“Y/N! ARE YOU HERE?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” You hear a frantic Stiles yell, you then look up to see Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison looking at you and Isaac not even fully dressed yet. 

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks as he sees you without any pants and Isaac just wearing his boxers. 

“Oh god, Isaac put some clothes on.” Stiles says shielding his eyes away from the both of you. 

“Oh Stiles you’re just jealous that I have more muscles than you.” Isaac remarks as he puts pants on. You stand there like an idiot blushing like a maniac. 

“Clearly you guys aren’t in trouble. Just two hormonal teenagers.” Lydia says but mumbles the last part as she walks out, same with Allison and Scott. 

“We do not speak of this out side of this room got it!” Stiles says as Isaac folds his arms and leans against a wall. 

“Sure.” He says as Stiles walks out running to catch up with Scott. 

You and Isaac look at each other as you walk over towards the mirror and looked at the marks on your neck, your eyes widen. 

You soon feel Isaac against you hugging you from behind. But you had other ideas. You turn and slap Isaac on his bare chest making him hiss. He looks at you confuse like a puppy. 

“What was that for?” He asked you as you raise a brow look at him.

“How am I gonna cover these up Isaac?” You say as you try to cover them up with your hair. But Isaac had other ideas. He moves your hands away and moves your hair away as well. 

“Don’t, I want to let everyone know that you’re mine.” He says smiling as you blush. Isaac then walks over to grab his shirt and your shorts as he throws them at you which you managed to catch. “Oh, and don’t wear them shorts in school. Or I’ll find something to punish you.” He says smirking at you. 

You stand there blushing and biting down on your lip as you put your shorts back on. 

I guess that you can’t ever wear those shorts again?

Masterlist

Let That Liquor Ride

Originally posted by groovyroom

Let That Liquor Ride
[DPRLive at a bar]

yeah wait hold up
let that liquor ride
baby love the way you chillin

Christian sighed rolling his eyes as Dabin stared at you from across the floor. You were waiting by the bar with your friends after Live’s set finished. You’d been nursing the same drink all night, occasionally you’d catch Dabin staring at you and you couldn’t help but to smile and look away shyly.

Christian had fallen victim to your little game of cat and mouse and had grown tired of it. “Please ask her out already. Mate you’re drivin’ me insane over this”

“I will…” Dabin mumbled downing back the rest of his liquor. “I will…I’ll ask her out…” he stood up, squaring his shoulders before immediately losing his nerves and sitting back down. “After one more drink” he reached out as the waitress walked by and grabbed another glass of alcohol.

“You’re pathetic. Come on. What are you waiting for? She’s been to every single one of your shows this month. You know she’s into you.”

“It’s not that simple Hyung… She's…”

“Pretty hot and out of your league?”

“Yeah…” he frowned losing what little nerve he had.

“Invite her and her friend up here. Maybe she’ll ask you out.”

“I can’t just ask her up here. What does that look like? Hey, do you wanna come to the VIP area with me? That just makes it look like I’m trying to make a move on her.”

“You are trying to make a move!” Christian groaned raking his hand through his hair. “You are literally trying to ask her out. And if I have to sit here and watch you ogle her for another night I’m gonna ask her out myself. And trust me Mate, it won’t be for your benefit”

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(Based off of this quote uwu) “You had a crush on me?” “We’re married.”

Kurt wobbles slightly as he reaches for his keys, Blaine leaning on Kurt’s shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the warm curve of Kurt neck. He hooks his arm around Blaine’s waist, holding him aloft, as Blaine waves his hands toward the doorway like he’s conducting an orchestra.

“Did we get the mail…?” Blaine mumbles. He rolls his cheek against Kurt’s shoulder, humming. “Mm, you smell good.”

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All I Wanted; C.H. 25

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24

“I just don’t get it. I was so certain he was currently seeing this one girl. Not multiple, but one. And now – I wonder what happened.” Meredith sighs loudly, shaking her head as she takes another sip of her newly ordered drink. My mind is reeling and the more I sit here, the more I have to hold back tears. I thought that Calum and I were heading somewhere, but him meeting up with other women was a stab to the heart.

“Maybe he fucked her over, like he does with other women?” I laugh devilishly, because I know what had happened. And if he treated any of these women like he had done with me, I know why so many of them would show up on his doorstep just to smack him in the face. That’s the least I would do.

“What happened to you? You always defend Calum.” Meredith scolds me and I feel scrutinized under her harsh gaze. “Nothing happened. Sometimes people see the light.” I check my phone, but come up with no notifications. “Y/n, don’t lie to me.” I feel my heart hammering and I know I am panicking, so I do what I do best in these moments. I lie.

“Sorry, just a second. My dad texted me.” I pretend to skim over the message and I start gathering my items. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but he seems super aggravated. I’ll text you later.” I throw some money onto the small table and smile apologetically at Meredith, but I need to get out of here as soon as I can.

I don’t even think I have given her time to respond before I’m off and speed walking towards my car. I, of course don’t end up at home, but on Harry’s doorstep. It takes a bit of contemplating if I really want to do this, but I trust him. It would be different.

“Y/n, babe, what are you doing here?” Harry smiles as he opens his door, leaning against the wall as I let my gaze run over his upper body, clothed in a tight t-shirt. I don’t waste my words, but instead I march over to him and throw myself against him, roughly pressing our lips together.

Harry takes a while to comprehend what is happening, but when he does, he reciprocates with as much passion as I have. I push him inside, Harry pushing my jacket off of my shoulders to drop onto the tiles of his hallway as he pushes the front door closed.

We somehow, blinded by each other, find our way into his living room, but not before bumping into every piece of furnace he possesses. As much passion as is laced through our wandering hands and our lips locked together, this doesn’t feel right. I try to get it out of my mind and press my lips back against Harry’s, but I just can’t seem to shake it.

“As much as I want to, I can’t.” I laugh humourlessly, pushing Harry off of me. He sighs but smiles all the same, taking a step back, granting me my space. “It feels quite different, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so sorry I am toying with your emotions like this. I am the worst woman ever.” I drop onto Harry’s leather sofa, head in my hands as I am ashamed to even look at him.

“Don’t sweat it. I get it.” Harry states as he walks off to his fridge, grabbing himself a water bottle as he tries to avoid the awkward situation at hand. “But I – I don’t know. I want this to work.”
“You can’t force yourself to like me, Y/n.”

“I am not forcing myself I like you!” I almost immediately fire back, turning in my spot so I can now hold my gaze with Harry to get my point across. I wouldn’t even be doing this if I didn’t enjoy his company. “But you don’t like me like you like Calum. And that’s the problem, and I totally get that.” Harry starts off, sighs, and starts walking towards me. I keep silent, because I don’t think I can argue with him on this, and wait for Harry to drop on the coffee table in front of me.

“Listen, I like you, too. But somehow, even though I trust you with every fiber of my being, I don’t think we’d work. We’re great together, especially in bed,” Harry snickers and I can’t help but let a giggle slip past too, “but… I don’t know, Y/n. I just think you belong with someone who’s more compatible. Damn, I’m burning my own bridges here but I care too much about you to let us both be miserable.” Harry closes his eyes briefly as his hand lands on my knee.

“So this is it?” I breathe, slowly opening my own eyes which I had closed somewhere during his monologue. “I guess so. But I do hope we’re not going to go back to completely ignoring one another.” Harry smiles as he scoops closer, taking his hand off of my knee.

“Hey, in my defence… Your girlfriend was a total wacko.” I laugh loudly, threading my fingers through my hair as I see Harry’s face contort into one of pure disgust. “Oh please, she was a complete psychopath. But I’m serious, don’t totally disappear, Y/n.” Harry breathes as he starts fumbling with his fingers, gaze cast to the floor. “Harry, you’re sort of my best friend. I’d never do that.”

I drop onto my knees and shimmy in between Harry’s knees, throwing my arms around his neck. He reciprocates my hug and lets his hands rest on the small of my back. As I let go of him, I let my hands slide along his jaw and press my lips briefly to his for the last time.
“What’s that for?” Harry sighs out as he opens his eyes while I raise to my feet.

“A thank you, a goodbye for an important chapter in my life, I don’t know honestly.” I shrug my shoulders with a bright grin but as soon as Harry speaks, it drops. “So what are you going to do about Calum?” I sit back down in my original seat and drop my head against the back rest.

“Nothing. He’s seeing this other girl, remember? I think it’s just over. This story won’t have a happy ending.” I frown with my eyes still closed, my fingers nervously tapping along my abdomen as I hear Harry sigh out gruffly. “At least tell Meredith. I know how much it has been gnawing on you.
“Don’t you think she’ll be even more angry now that I tell have after all that has happened?” I lift my head, raising my eyebrow at a frowning Harry.

“See it like this. Do you want her to find out on accident and ruin your friendship forever? Because then she’ll be infuriated. I think now, she may be a bit angry yeah, but she’ll come around eventually.” I nod my head as Harry continues to speak, because I’m sure he’s right about everything.

“And if I were you, I wouldn’t wait too long anymore either.” Harry smiles and I dust off my jeans as I get up from my seat. “Now is a good of time as ever, right?” Harry raises to his feet and pats me on my shoulder. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m sure it’ll turn out alright. Oh, and don’t forget your coat on your way out, love.” Harry smirks as I feel my cheeks heat up, scrambling off now that I still have the courage.

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Here I am. When I left Harry’s place, it took the long way to Meredith’s home, then I spent another ten to fifteen minutes in my car trying to build courage. And now here I am, standing in front of the large wooden front door, my hand hovering over the doorbell.

I have no idea how she’ll respond. Maybe she saw it coming, maybe she completely didn’t. Maybe she’ll try to strangle me, maybe I’ll get the silent treatment. I have no idea what outcomes may be the worst and which might be at least acceptable. But I know I can’t keep doing this. Ever since I started this, whatever, with Calum, I had been experiencing constant stomach aches from the stress of lying to my best friend. I would get this over with. I deserved it. Meredith did.

The buzzing seems louder than usual and I feel my heart pound in my throat as I hear footsteps approaching the door. My gaze is cast towards the cement as I hear the door click and slowly creep open.

“We need to talk.”

So I’m seeing people in the yoi tag bashing yoi for having Yuri do such a “sexualized” skate when really it’s not that sexualized. There’s one part that could be considered flirty with his jacket slipping off his shoulder and another where his shirt rides up in a slide across the ice. He’s sixteen, he’s a teenager who trains in ballet which can have very similar bends in the body and is at that age where he’s exploring his sexuality and doing what he wants with it. He’s not a child and unless they take his pants off I don’t think the yoi team are a bunch of pedophiles (also they’re from Japan which has completely different views about age of consent then we do anyway). I just hate how there are people out there who feel the need to bring down everyone else around them just for being excited for something they really love.
That animation was BEAUTIFUL and looks like a lot of love and effort was put into it. Let the fans enjoy one of their favorite character have an exhibition skate and calm down.

Peter Maximoff Headcanons

- He never really stops to do anything slowly
- Unless you ask him to; then he’ll grovel at your feet
- Literally
- “Peter, what are you doing on the floor?”
“Nothing :)”
- “What do you want me to buy again?”
“Just some milk and apples, and could you get me (favorite band’s) new album–”
“Got it.”
“… Did you steal that Peter?”
“…No…”
“Oh really? ‘Cause I don’t see any receipt here…”
- Peter finds it super hot when you wear nothing but his Pink Floyd t-shirt and silver jacket
- SWEATER PAWS
- Peter loves having competitions with you; even when he loses, which is rarely
- “Dark Side of The Moon is the best album ever.”
“Ha! Ever heard of Michael Jackson?”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW.”
“MAKE ME!”
- Fights always ending in tickle fights
- Never being able to decide who does the chores
- “Okay, whoever loses the race does the laundry, okay?”
“Hmm, let me think abou– no.”
- He loves to hear you ramble about anything and everything
- He’s impatient with almost everything, except you
- Every time you sleep together, he holds you tightly, like doesn’t want you to get away from him
- When you make love, it’s either soft and caring or rough and absolutley senseless (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN)
- You always wake up to him staring at you
- “Why are you staring?”
“Because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful even when they’re drooling ;)”


Bonus

- “Do you love me?”
“Yes…”
“Do you want to be with me, forever?”
“I do, Peter.”
- “No! I am not calling this child Quickie The Second!!”

Blind

Member: Jisoo/Joshua
Genre: Smut
Word count: 3,937 of Father forgive me


All it took was a simple snap. Like a string pulled taut, everything was fragile, fragile, fragile. You hated it. Every glance, every smile, every word made you breathless. You wanted it. The way he moved gracefully or how the droplets of sweat sticking to his brow caused shivers to run up and down your spine. You needed it.

And by God, you were going to get it, even if it were to be the very last thing you did.

Unfortunately, Jisoo was oblivious. He was a kind person, that’s for sure, but he was just so… blind. Honestly, you really just wanted to bash your head against a wall at times. You knew that he didn’t pick up on many things, but maybe some of the fault also rested on you as well. As badly as you wanted to show him, you knew you couldn’t, especially with him surrounded by the other members. Maybe they were the problem.

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‘These University Guys’- Part 3 (Maknae line smut, lie 4 and 5)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Reaaally tired so I’ll fix mistakes soon :)

Summary: You and Jungkook are finally able to finish what you started. 

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Jimin, You x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Open relationships, graphic smut, oral, swearing, arguing, mentions of drinking and smoking, age difference relationships (not weird tho)

Part 2

It was so cold that you considered turning back to get Jungkook’s leather jacket, which lay forgotten on the swinging bench- or, more likely, on the cold wooden floor. But if you returned you were sure Jungkook would try stop you. You kick the floor and groan. How long would it even take you to get home? Was this even the right way? You wish phone’s batteries would last forever.

A couple of cars had passed you and you didn’t think much when you started hearing the next car’s rev. But when you realized it slowed down next to you, you felt you heart lurch. Your mind raced for possible ways to escape and you slowly, fearfully turned your head to look at the car.

“Oh, god!” You cried. “I thought you were a kidnapper!”

Jungkook, who had his one arm hooked over the door out the open window, smiled. But his eyes were just as concerned as they were at the party. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you this angry and upset and you were embarrassed that you left him earlier.

“Get in.” He requests casually. 

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Choose, Jack and Conor Maynard Imagine

-Gif not mine-

-Not requested I just thought it would be cool to do-

-Y/N has to choose between Conor and Jack-

You are a really close friend of Joe’s and you always hung out with him. You were introduced to his friends and you instantly took an interest in the Maynard brothers. I mean who wouldn’t, they are both attractive and have their own quirks.

With Jack, he was charming and flirty with you. He was protective and bought you small things while you were out sometimes and he also gave you cute nicknames. Princess was your favourite nickname to acquire. He would give you the best compliments and they made you smile.

Conor on the other hand was less charming than Jack but was almost as equally flirty.  To replace charm, Conor had the best humour. He always made you laugh, even on your really bad days. He was very observant of you and could tell when you were upset and would give you a shoulder to cry on.

Overall, they both treated you as if you were a queen. It made you feel special and slowly gain feelings. The only problem being that you have feelings for the both of them and you don’t know which one to choose.

“Joe, I need help” you say as you storm through his front door.

You quickly stop yourself from carrying on when you see that both brothers you needed to talk about were sat in the living room with Joe.

“With what?” Joe asks.

The other two were watching you with concerned faces and your face went red. This always happened, you turn into a strawberry when anything even remotely awkward or embarrassing happens.

“I was kind of hoping I would get only your help” you say looking down from the brothers.

“We can leave, but i wont say I’m not offended” Conor jokes with you.

“Maybe she’ll tell us one day” Jack gives you a wink as the two leave Joe’s apartment.

You let out a sigh when the door closes and you turn to Joe anxiously. He sits up straight and pats his hand on the spot next to him. You sit down next to him and give him a tight hug when you have the chance to.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Joe brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I have feelings for two people and i need your help to make a decision” you say not mentioning the names.

“Who?” Joe asks trying to get more detail.

“I’d rather not say the names but ill give you details about them” you say, Joe nodding his head at you to carry on.

“One of them is charming and flirty and gives me cute nicknames while the other guy is humorous and flirty, the second one always gives me a shoulder to cry on and the first is very protective”

“I don’t know, i wouldn’t be able to choose between Conor or Jack either” Joe gives you a smile, “Especially if i knew they both liked me back”

Your face went red from embarrassment and Joe laughed.

“They like me back?” you ask Joe who nods his head while smiling at you. “You did not make this any easier”

“Honestly, i think you just need to think about who makes you happier” Joe says sincerely.

“What if they both do equally?” you ask running your hands through your hair.

“Maybe talk to them both separately as a last chance to prove themselves?” Joe says not sounding sure about his advice.

You sigh and then smile at Joe, “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea”.

You leave Joe’s apartment and text the oldest brother first.

‘Hey let’s meet at Starbucks?”

You and Conor always went to the same Starbucks when you hung out or wanted to meet somewhere. It was your goto place and it was kinda sweet, avoiding the fact that it was kind of basic.

When you get to the Starbucks, you walk in and see Conor already sitting at your usual table with two drinks.

“You remember my order?” you laugh when you reach the table.

“No i just ordered myself two grande drinks cause I’m thirsty” Conor jokes with you and pulls your drink towards his chest pretending it was his ‘precious’.

You laugh and sit down with him at the table. He hands you over your drink and you take a sip, burning your tongue. You try to hide the pain but Conor must’ve noticed.

“Did you just burn your tongue?” Conor laughs at you as you nod your head in pain.

He pushes over his drink which was cold and lets you take a sip to soothe the burn.

“Thanks” you say taking a sip.

You knew Conor really cared about you and you thought about what it would be like to date him. He would probably always try to fix your problems whether or not it was small or not, he would make jokes all the time but still make you feel special. You smile at the thought of Conor caring about you in a loving way and you didn’t realize Conor was watching you.

“What’s got you so happy?” Conor says smiling at you.

“You” you blush.

You guys spent the rest of the coffee date talking and laughing. You always had so much in common with Conor so nothing felt forced. You almost forgot you needed to see Jack too so you send him a text when you were done your coffee.

‘Want to go for a walk around the park?’

You and Jack always went on random walks together and sometimes runs too.

‘Just need to change then we can meet’ Jack texts back to you.

You make your way to the park, it was fairly close to Jack’s house so he would’ve beat you there anyways. When you get there, you see him walking towards you. He was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt and a green jacket.

“Hey cutie” Jack says inviting you under his arm.

You walk towards him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. The park wasn’t very busy today so all you could really hear were your own footsteps and the birds chirping in the wind.

“So why’d you want to meet?” Jack asks curious.

“Just wanted to see you is all” you say smiling.

“Couldn’t have something to do with what you had to talk to Joe about could it?” he asks trying to learn more.

“No don’t worry, I just wanted to see you” you say reassuring him.

You knew Jack sometimes had a temper but it was never directed towards you and you didn’t want it to be at any time. You knew he was just being sweet.

“Ok” Jack simply says giving you a smile.

You carried on your walk and talked about how things were. You played around and sometimes ran through flocks of birds to make them fly away, causing Jack to laugh along with you. You both stopped walking when you came up to a big tree that had shade all around it.

“Let’s sit” Jack says sitting down on the grass.

“Let’s climb” you say ignoring that he sat down.

He stood back up as you tried to get the proper footing.

“I don’t think this is either safe or allowed” Jack says trying to convince you to stop.

You continue trying, ignoring how protective Jack was getting. He was holding out his hands just incase you fell and it made you laugh.

“C’mon this isn’t the first tree I’ve climbed” you say moving your foot to another position quickly losing all grip you had.

You slip and fall a short distance when Jack caught you by your hips.

“Are you sure?” Jack says laughing at the coincidence.

When he puts you down you laugh and shove him jokingly. He grabs your arm lightly to pull you in for a hug and you jump from a light pain.

“Did i hurt you?” Jack asks concerned.

“No, just a small scratch there” you say holding out your arm for Jack to see.

The scratch was small but it was bleeding so Jack took it seriously.

“Let’s go get you a bandaid” Jack says walking you away from the tree.

During the walk you thought about what it would be like to date Jack like you did with Conor. Jack would probably try to stop you from doing things but you would continue to do them just to see how caring he would be. He would be protective which also meant probably jealous, but you didn’t mind jealousy. When you would succeed at things, Jack would probably be happier than anybody else would be.

Jack puts a bandaid on your arm after buying them from the near by drugstore and you go and get ice cream.

After your little date with Jack, you head back towards Joe’s house.

“Hey, did you choose?” he asks getting straight to the point when you walk in.

“Conor or Jack?” Caspar adds in laughing.

You blush and give Joe a look for telling Caspar and he looks away laughing.

“I can’t decide, the dates were both good” you sigh sitting down in between the two.

“Which one did you enjoy more?” Joe asks curious.

“Jack’s was more fun cause we did stuff but Conor’s was great because i was so comfortable” you say sighing.

The two boys sigh with you understanding your pain. You sit in silence for a few minutes before anyone says anything.

“I think you should choose based off of who could make you happier, who would take care of you and help you get through things?” Caspar says smiling.

You smile at Caspar for helping and close in on your decision, “I think i know who”.

The two boys nod at you and you grab your phone to text your choice.

‘Let’s meet again’

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Hey guys, quick message. I would like to do a part two to this story which will reveal which boy Y/N chooses.

I think it would be cool if i got some input from you guys giving me an idea of who you think Y/N should choose, with a reasoning why.

If i get enough opinions from you it’ll make the imagine more enjoyable :)

So send in your opinions please!!

xx

Sidney Crosby #1

First Sid of many, feel free to send me requests :)

Word Count: 1,565

Originally posted by jonnytaze19

Mania. That’s the one word you’d use to explain the world you were living right about now. Even from down the hallway you could hear the cheers from the away team dressing room. There were people everywhere you looked, shoulders bumping with strangers who wore the same grin that you had on your face while you turned to walk into the dressing room. 

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The Third Rule

Based on the one word prompt “Party” sent in by @bailci (ty!!). Happy Valentine’s Day (especially to my fellow single people spending today with fictional people instead of real ones. you rock). You’re all wonderful and I love you all so much <3

Summary: When Nico reluctantly goes to a Valentine’s Day party with Hazel, she sets three rules for him to follow if he wants for her to agree to take him home after an hour. The first two are easy enough, but the third one poses a bit more of a problem, due to the fact that Nico really isn’t sure how the whole flirting thing is done.

Word Count: 2735

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“Alright, I have three rules,” Hazel announced as she parked the car.

Nico rolled his eyes. “I thought you promised tonight would be fun.”

“These are fun rules.”

“There’s no such thing.”

She leaned over to punch his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. “Hush. Now, rule number one is that you have to actually try to enjoy yourself, okay? You’re not allowed to give up before you’ve started. Again, we can leave after an hour if you really don’t want to be here anymore but you have to try. Got it?”

Nico nodded resignedly.

“Good. Rule number two: Limit the alcohol.”

Nico raised his eyebrows. “And by that you mean no alcohol?”

Hazel sighed, biting her lip. “No, and if this doesn’t show you how desperate I am for you to have fun then I don’t know what will. But yeah, someone’ll have brought a keg or something and I’ve made the questionable decision to let you have some.”

“You know, last time I checked, I was the older one.”

She punched him again. “Yeah, but I’m the wiser one.”

He scoffed but let her continue.

“Right, so you’re close enough to twenty-one that I’m willing to turn a blind eye to you having a little to drink, but there’s no way you’re getting anywhere past tipsy, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that.

“Alright, then. Rule number three, and this is an important one, Nico: I swear to God, if a cute boy starts flirting with you, you are absolutely required to flirt back.”

Nico frowned, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’re lucky I’m going easy on you.”

“Easy?” Nico asked, incredulously.

“Yes, if I were a little bit meaner then I’d require that you be the one to initiate the flirting.”

Nico just shook his head. “Fine, whatever.”

Hazel grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Good! Let’s go!”

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bad things (i.)

“Hit me,” Kenny said.

There weren’t many things that took Craig by surprise. But on that particular day, those two words were an exception. He blinked automatically.  Kenny chuckled. 

“Come on dude, hit me. Just lay one on me, right here, on my jaw.”

“What?” Craig asked, quite confused. “Why?“

“I wanna see how good of a fighter you are.”

Craig was walking a thin line between telling Kenny to cut the bullshit and actually punching the shit out of him.

“Am I in Fight Club?“

Kenny shook his head and began to unzip his jacket. “Nah, this is better.” He flung it over the railing and rolled up his t-shirt sleeves. “In the sense that I’m hotter than Brad Pitt and there aren’t really any rules to this.“

"So wait. You want me to punch you in the face?” Craig asked, as if, for some reason, he was just not catching the drift.

“Sure, why not.” Kenny grinned, his breath coming out in a grey mist from the cold. “If that’s what you’re feeling at the moment, go for it.”

“And…you’re totally okay with this?”

Kenny rose his brows in disbelief. “Are you really asking me for permission? Really? I said GO FOR IT, YOU FUCKING BABY.“

A little nerve was tugged Craig balled up his hand into a fist. This kid can’t be serious, he thought. But a part of him was kind of hoping he was because god knows how good it’d feel to sock him. Especially when he was grinning at him like that.

His hand twitched uncertainly by his side.

"Aw poor Craig is feeling pressured.” Kenny pouted childishly. “Is the pressure too much for little Tucker?“

Craig’s nails dug deep into his skin.

"Mhmm. Maybe you can’t even throw a decent punch. Maybe you don’t know how to!” Kenny gasped letting his lips fall into that devious smile again. “OR MAYBE YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE BI-“

And Kenny was cut off immediately from the full blow of Craig’s fist to his mouth. He stumbled backwards losing his balance and falling hard against the metal railing. There were loud gasps from the underclassmen surrounding them, followed by a string of “oooooo’s”.

Kenny regained his vision quickly and spat into his hand, marveling at the dark liquid staining his palm. He brushed his fingers along his teeth and was relieved to feel they were all still intact. But a huge grin began to spread across his cut up lips. He looked back up at Craig who was looking down at him sort of triumphantly and satisfied.

“How do ya feel?” Kenny asked, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt. Craig shrugged, staring at his fist with awe. He muttered something along the lines of “Pretty good I think” before Kenny cut him off with a good solid blow to his nose. Another chain of “oooo’s" broke out and before long the students began egging them on. Craig was quick to respond, picking himself from his awkward fall and shoving Kenny hard against the railing, taking that chance to knee him in the stomach a couple times. Kenny managed to trip him down and suddenly there were fists landing everywhere. And there were cheers and shouts, some encouraging the fight, others yelling for security to come.

Craig ignored all of this. All he felt was Kenny’s fist colliding roughly with his ribs, chest, face, and arms. But somehow it felt…thrilling. It felt exciting. The roughness was challenging, something Craig rarely experienced. It was as if they were fighting to the death. And and one point he was almost sure that he was going to pass out unconscious and wake up in a hospital bed. But the adrenaline was there and that made all the consequences worth shit. The sight of his own blood didn’t terrify him. Shit, at that point he couldn’t even distinguish his own blood from Kenny’s. It was hard to tell who was winning, even though Craig knew damn well he was getting in some good hits.

But did it even matter?

“HEY, BREAK IT OFF YOU TWO. COME ON, GET UP.”

The next thing Craig knew, Kenny was being pulled off him and they were both being dragged up from the floor. The underclassmen had a mix look of horror and wonder in their faces, like they were both some beings from outer space. The security guys held them back like wild beasts posing a threat.

Craig couldn’t feel his own goddamn face. 

He looked over at Kenny who was trying to catch his breath.Amidst everything, he still smiled. He looked at Craig and let out a broken laugh. “What did we do wrong?“

Craig looked around the stadium and noticed they had become the main attraction. He could spot the football players, more so Clyde, glancing up with shock and confusion as well as the cheerleaders and the coaches. They all looked around him like he was at the center of a crime scene. Craig looked at Kenny and began to smile as much as his sore face would let him.

He was catching his drift now.

Kenny mouthed the same words again. “What did we do wrong?”

Craig responded with how he felt at that moment. “Nothing at all.

Affair (PT. 3)

Summary: Your best friend Chris Evans is set to be married to his long-time girlfriend. You would be over the top thrilled if you hadn’t slept together in a night of passion. What will happen to your friendship?

Author: Ash

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have been crazy busy with work, family and trying to build connections in my new town! Also trying to build my portfolio is hard work! Also look for more coming soon! <3

P.S : I hate myself for where this fic is headed.

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Originally posted by aestheticimagines

You weren’t exactly sure why Chris picked this pizza spot out of all the other joints in the city, and you would be lying if you said you were happy to see him. You wanted to mentally facepalm yourself when you heard the following sentence spill out of Sebastian’s mouth.

“Chris, man I’m so glad you could make it! I was worried you wouldn’t get my voicemail in time.” Sebastian said cheerfully as he gave Chris a bro-hug.

“Sorry about that I got caught up in all the wedding planning meetings, but how could I miss out on lunch with two of my favorite people?” Chris said so nonchalantly it was almost scary.

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