i remember i used to have the biggest crush on this girl

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part one here

Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

I know requests are closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow@thatspidernamedmeagan @isabellarose5150

A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!


“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned.  Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered.  Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained.  "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size.  He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head.  "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated.  "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered.  "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned.  "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired.  The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied.  "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead.  "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished.  Jughead grimly nodded.  "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving.  After (Y/N) left he was… strange.  He practically denied her existence.”

“Seriously?”

"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in.  "He never talked about her or anything.  It was pretty frightening, actually.  It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said.  "They were both so in love.  They were always there for each other, caring for each other.  When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there.  You couldn’t find one without the other.  Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two?  They were inseparable.“


Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him.  Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N).  That was how she ended up at the Andrews household.  Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica.  "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water.  "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained.  "But only the happy parts.  Only the parts he wants to remember.“  Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer.  He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.”  Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered.  "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“  Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile.  He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet.  She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.”  Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued.  "I knew both her father and mother quite well.  So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends.  A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“  Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed.  "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender.  That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N).  They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time.  He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were.  That night, he came running home and swung the door open.  His mouth was going at a mile per minute.  When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N).  He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified.  Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah.  God, it made me so happy.  I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships.  That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know?  But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.”  Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot.  But (Y/N)’s parents?  That poor kid.  She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake.  And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad.  She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay.  Of course, I never refused.”  Veronica frowned.  "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents.  At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here.  Now, I don’t know if she has one.“  He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me.  Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented.  Fred nodded.

“She was.”


“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?”  Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s.  He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped.  She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered.  Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said.  "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously.  Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course.  But I do think something is missing,” he responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated.  "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen.  Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss.  Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained.  "Everything that happened after that was the falling action.  I have no plot twist and no resolution.“  All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows.  A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer.  Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw.  She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance.  Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence.  Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“(Y/N).”

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Hard to Get - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)

Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg @minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much. 

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The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


Loves,


- Admin Blue

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Brother’s Best Friend (M)

Jaehyun x Reader (feat. Johnny)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Smut, Slight angst

A/N: My first published smut ayy.. I was stuck on this for a while but last night lordt I just went on one and finished it at like 4am lmao… Ty to my FLOwer (@nctreacting) for helping me out with this 💕

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TRUTH OR DARE

Originally posted by jiminspraisekink

DO NOT REPOST , TRANSLATE OR DISTRIBUTE

©Jungkookfortunekookies


Hi guys! It’s been a year since I updated this fic T_T Everyone asked for a pt.3 , but I wrote over 14k words and I still wasn’t done, so I decided to split it and make a pt.3 and pt.4. I hope you enjoy! Part 4 should be released soon as well, and it will be rated.

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 6953 words
Summary: This the follow up of what happens after you and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.   

Don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it in the comments/message box <3

PART 1 PART 2/ PART 3


It was just another regular day for Jungkook, your normal college student who was strolling alongside other students. He was casually walking through campus, kicking the ground with his Puma shoes as he scrolled through his twitter notifications. Twelve notifications and ten of them were from Hoseok alone.

What the f*ck is going on this time? Has he gotten married or something? Who sends ten messages in a row when no one answers back? Hoseok hyung is such a drama queen, Jungkook scrolled through the messages Hoseok sent him

(10) New messages from Hoe-suck

(1) Did you fuck?

(2) Did you got laid?

(3) Where did she touched you first?

(4) Did she knew about your Spanish Kink?

(5) Don’t tell me y’all slept it off?

(6) Oh no, you didn’t send her back home did you?

(7) You definitely sent her back if you’re not responding to me

(8) Damn it, kook! GET IT TOGETHER. YOUR DICK NEEDS SOME COMPANY IN THIS CRUEL LIFE. T.T

(9) Reply, you fetus!!!

Oh lord, he really needs to chill, Jungkook sighed before he finally noticed the tenth message

(10) Screw it, I’m messaging Y/N and asking her.

F*ck NO. YOU’RE NOT MESSAGING HER! His jaw suddenly dropped as he dialed hoseok’s number as fast as he could

All he got was Hoseok’s automatic voice message:

“You have reached the message box of your hoe for some hope, please send in a message after the beep or else I might sleep off and never reply to you, because I don’t take calls unless they’re from my usual booty calls. Have a nice day too.”

“Hoe for some hope?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “More like, HOE that ruins your life and runs off afterwards. What hope is he even referring to? ” he sighed “What the heck was he thinking when he recorded that?” he finally chose to text him back “Hold the fuck back Hoe Suck, No one is talking to Y/N about what happened last night” Jungkook typed his message in a fury

It wasn’t long before a new notification popped up on Jungkook’s phone

(2)    New Messages from Baby Girl

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Acting - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Alessia Cara - Wild Things

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,191

Warning: Exhibitionism(sort of), Oral (M>F), NSFW

NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS!

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ASK ME ANYTHING: TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS EDITION
  • Tim McGraw: The name of my first summer love.
  • Picture To Burn: Someone who's picture I'd like to burn
  • Teardrops On My Guitar: The last time I cried during a song
  • A Place In This World: The Place I'd like to live the most
  • Cold As You: The worst rejection I've ever gotten.
  • The Outside: When did I feel most alone?
  • Tied Together With A Smile: Who is the strongest person I know?
  • Stay Beautiful: Who is the most beautiful person I know?
  • Mary's Song (Oh My My My): The name of my first crush
  • Our Song: A song that means a lot to me.
  • I'm Only Me When I'm With You: A person I can be myself with
  • Invisible: An awkward confession.
  • A Perfectly Good Heart: I'll tell you something sweet about your blog.
  • Fearless: My biggest fear.
  • Fifteen: A memory from when I was fifteen
  • Love Story: A story about something romantic that happened to me.
  • Hey Stephen: The name of my crush
  • White Horse: Have I ever been in love with someone who was taken?
  • You Belong With Me: Which celebrity shoyld see, they belong with me?
  • Breathe: Something I can't breathe without
  • Tell Me Why: A question of mine that has yet to be answered.
  • You're Not Sorry: Something I'm sorry for?
  • Forever & Always: What do I wish to have forever and always?
  • The Best Day: What was the best day so far?
  • Change: What do I want to change about myself?
  • Jump Then Fall: Who's laugh is the best sound I have ever heard?
  • Untouchable: My biggest dream
  • Come In With The Rain: My favourite kind of weather.
  • Superstar: My celebritycrush
  • The Other Side Of The Door: The last person I fought with
  • Mine: The best thing that's ever been mine
  • Sparks Fly: Who captivates my like a fireworkshow?
  • Back To December: If I could go back in time, where would I go?
  • Speak Now: *Insert any question here*
  • Dear John: Something I wanna say to my exboyfriend/girlfriend/crush
  • Mean: The meanest thing someone has ever said to me.
  • The Story Of Us: Tell a story about someone you know
  • Never Grow Up: A memory about growing up
  • Enchanted: Someone who enchants me.
  • Better Than Revenge: Someone you want to teach a lesson
  • Innocent: How easily do I forgive?
  • Haunted: A memory that haunts me.
  • Last kiss: The last person I kissed/wanted to kiss.
  • Long Live: Who will I remember forever?
  • Ours: Who has a pretty little mind?
  • If This Was A Movie: If my life was a movie, who would play me?
  • Superman; If I had any superpower, what would it be?
  • State Of Grace: Who is my achilles' heel?
  • Red: Someone I just can't forget.
  • Treacherous: The most dangerous thing I have ever done
  • I Knew You Were Trouble: The last time I got in trouble
  • All Too Well: Something someone said, I remember all too well
  • 22: My best birthday ever.
  • I almost do: How often do I doubt myself?
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Together: A couple you wish would get back together
  • Stay Stay Stay: Someone you can depend on
  • The Last Time: The Last Time I....*insert something here*
  • Holy Ground: I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with....
  • Sad Beautiful Tragic: Something that makes me sad
  • The Lucky One: My biggest dream
  • Everything Has Changed: Something that has changed about me
  • Starlight: The most marvelous tune
  • Begin Again: What would I do again and again?
  • The Moment I Knew: The moment I knew...*insert something here*
  • Come Back...Be Here: Someone I miss
  • Girl at Home: Have I ever cheated on someone?
Body Language

Request: ok so maybe Jughead x reader where they kinda always acted like they hated each other with stares and sass, but since they got back to school reader began to kinda flirt? but not with words but like with body language? (I love your writings so much)

Requested by: @littlefrenchnuage

A/N: Hey, I’ve decided to do your request because I loved it so so much. So no problem! Plus, im a bit in the Jughead mood because the last episode was amazing. And all I have to say is that if someone needs to take that boy in, I volunteer myself. REMEMBER, REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED.

Warnings: flirting but that’s about it.


Originally posted by dailyriverdale

You always kind of hated Jughead. But not because he was a terrible person or anything, on the contrary actually you had the biggest crush on him. You ‘hated’ him because you didn’t know how to deal with your own emotions, so therefore started the silent war between the two of you. Glaring and insulting each other anytime an opportunity presented itself.

But when school started and the situation with Jason only increased tenfold you decided you were tired of pretending to hate him. You were scared all the time and instead of hating him, you wanted him by his side. But you knew you needed to have fun with it, because that’s how you were.

So you started flirting, opening yourself body up to him much more than being closed off. You discontinued glaring and insulting him, to which it confused him because suddenly his glares weren’t returned and his insults meant less because he wasn’t getting a witty comeback. He began to notice your more… um revealing choice of clothing and your need to always be need him. Smiling and biting your lip around him.

It… aroused him just as much as it confused him. So, he wanted answers, just like any good novelist does. He needed to know why this sudden change in your attitude was happening. So to your happy surprise, he invited you to Pop’s one night, and you agreed almost instantly.

So that’s how you found yourself, sat in front of Jughead with a pretty smile on your lips. You wore a flannel, unbuttoned one button too low and some nice skinny jeans on. Your heart was pounding against your chest, but you never were a shy girl, so you didn’t let that face you.

“So, Juggie, what did you need me for?” You bit your lip, allowing your eyes to graze his body as his gulped in nervousness. Was it suddenly hot in here? He wondered. He wasn’t one to get so worked up this easy, but even he couldn’t deny the fact that you were hot, and that he had this attraction to you since you two met. He always found your confidence booming but your kindness flattering.

“Um… I wanted to talk about us.” He mumbled. You rose a delicate eyebrow, leaning forward to come closer to him. Allowing your lips to slowly wrap around your straw ant-agonizingly.

“Oh?” You asked, blinking your eyes. “And why would that be?” 

“What happened to our hatred?” He blurted out, blushing afterwards. 

His bluntness made you blink. “What do you mean?”

“We use to be… well not friendly. But now suddenly you…” He stopped, flushing in embarrassment. You smirked.

“What?” You asked, licking your lips as you blinked innocently at him. 

“You’re all… seductive?” He questioned and you giggled lightly at his confusion. Frowning suddenly, you reached across the table to grab his hand. Staring sadly at him. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” He blurted and you found yourself giggling again. Then suddenly, you turned serious. “I don’t want to pretend to hate you anymore, Juggie. I like you, I don’t hate you.”

Jughead remained silent for a moment and you waited patiently. Before his eyes found yours and he let a small smile slip. “I like you too, Y/N.”

You smiled brightly, letting go of his hand and leaning back as you clapped to yourself. “Great! When’s our next date?”

Do Something Already

A Shawn Mendes one shot. Requested by @alone-in-madness

Request: I think i already respuest something but i have another idea🤐😂 you and shawn hate each other so much (secretely in love but things that happened wont let you love each other) but your families are so close, you go in a trip together and because of some mistake you have to share rooms. in the middle of a fight, somehow you end having crazy passionate craving hungerly type of sex and you confess feelings ❤❤❤ LOVE U

A/N: I still don’t think I’m any good at smut, but let me know what you think :)

WARNING: SMUT


It was the weekend I dreaded every summer. I felt like some dumb, stereotypically angsty teenager, but I genuinely didn’t want to go on this family trip. While Muskoka was beautiful, it was also boring. All my friends were still in Toronto for the long weekend, while I was being forced to spend my time at a rented cottage with my family and the family of my parents’ friends.

The son of my parents’ friends was my age, which means you’d think after all this time being forced to hang out together we’d become friends, but in fact the opposite was true. Shawn was the scum of the earth, and the reason I dreaded going so much for what had become an annual tradition. It didn’t matter how good looking he was or how nice he was to his younger sister or the passion he put into his music, he was still an asshole. I felt my stomach drop when I saw him come outside with the rest of his family once we’d arrived at the cottage. 

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Pick Your Poison (Part 1/?) // Zach Dempsey & Justin Foley x Reader

Originally posted by zachdempsey

A/N This will be an ongoing series!!

Prompt: hi! i was wondering if you could write a fanfic/imagine about both Zach and Justin being insanely in love with you and all the things they do to try and win you over?


You walked in the halls of Liberty High with your best friend Zach by your side.

“Hey (Y/N),” Zach began. 

He fiddled with the straps of his backpack nervously.

You gave him a concerning look. Out of the ten years of friendship, you’ve never seen him so flustered.

“What’s up Zach?”

You turned the dial on your lock and it opened smoothly.

“Well Winter Formal is coming-what’s that?”

A note fell out and onto the ground. You picked it up and unfolded it.

you always look like a beautiful rose x - j. foley

You blushed at compliment that pulled at your heartstrings. “Just a little note from Justin.”

Zach’s jaw clenched and he broke eye contact with you. “Justin? Since when were you guys…dating?”

You shook your head. “Not dating. He texted me randomly last week and we’ve been talking since then.”

“Oh.” He seemed bitter but you didn’t know why.

You stuffed your books in your backpack and continued strolling with him.

“So Winter Formal you were saying?”

He picked his glance up from the ground. “Yeah uh, I was thinking of taking Sheri.”

Your heart dropped. Even though you were talking to Justin, you’ve always had the biggest crush on Zach. He was always there for you when times were difficult and he made you the happiest girl imaginable. You two even shared your firsts with each other. First best friend, first kiss, and the first time. Zach crawled through your window in tears over Hannah’s death and you stayed with him in your arms the whole night. One thing led to another and next thing you know both of you were undressed with a fire between your lips. However, Zach and you decided it was best not to discuss it the next morning. Even though it’s not what you wanted, you went with the plan anyways. You didn’t want to cause any more trouble to the emotionally unstable boy.

“(Y/N)?” 

You snapped out of your nostalgia and formed a facade. “Um, that’s a great idea.”

“You think so?” 

Both of you were joined by Justin. He slung his arm over your shoulder.

“Hey my beautiful rose,” Justin greeted. 

Your cheeks turned crimson. “Then what does that make you?”

“The lucky gardener who gets to admire your beauty.” 

Justin stopped in the middle of the hall and surprised you with a white rose from behind his back.

“So I was wondering if you’d like to be my date to winter formal.”

You were speechless until you heard Zach’s groan from beside you.

You took the rose from his hands while staring into Justin’s apprehensive eyes. “Well-”

“(Y/N) we need to talk,” Zach interrupted and dragged you away from Justin, leaving him clueless.

He pulled you to the courtyard.

“Zach! That was a bit rude wasn’t it?” You exclaimed annoyed.

“I’m sorry it’s just” he ran his fingers through his raven locks. “You can’t go with him.”

You popped your hip and crossed your arms. “Why?”

He closed his eyes. “Because I was going to ask you.”

“Zach, you don’t have to ask me just because I’m your best friend. And weren’t you gonna go with Sheri?”

“I’m not asking because we’re best friends. I’m asking because I love you!” Zach whisper yelled.

You were shocked for the second time today. You motioned him to continue.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. About us and how good we’d be for each other. Remember that night I went to yours because of the argument with my mom? That night where you wrapped your arms around me?” Zach grabbed your shaky hands in his and rubbed them delicately. “That night where we made love.”

“I thought we agreed to forget about it, Zach,” you spoke, avoiding his alluring gaze.

Zach took a few steps closer to you and forced you to look at him. “I tried but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about that night and about you.”

You were enticed by his touch and his desperate eyes begging you to say something.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Zach” his eyes lit up. “But I’ve developed feelings for Justin, too.”

Zach’s face fell as he let go of your hands. All of a sudden you felt empty. 

“I understand.” 

He was in deep thought while you stood there confused about what to do. Then a light bulb lit above his head. Zach quickly paced away from you.

“Where are you going?” you shouted.

He turned around and walked backwards. “I have three days.”

“Three days to what?”

His heartwarming smile appeared. “To win you over.” 

paperweight — pcy

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.


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One of the Guys (Colby Brock Imagine)

Requested? Yes
Anonymous askedcould you do a Colby imagine where you’re just “one of the guys” (and they all think your hot) and you’re all getting hammered at Sam and Colby’s and you try to out-drink Corey so you end up sooo drunk that Colby has to take care of you and you end up spilling your feelings for him to him?? thanks!!! 
A/N: I changed it a little but still have the main plot

Colby: Hey (Y/N), doing anything tonight?”
You: Nope, why?
Colby: Wanna hang out with me, Sam, Brennen, Corey and Nick tonight?
You: Sure! What we doing?
Colby: Just hanging out at Brennen’s place.
You: Sounds cool, what time?
Colby: I’ll come pick u up at around 5:30ish

So here I sit, on Brennen’s couch watching him and Corey have a drinking contest. All of us yelling out for them to chug it down. Corey won throwing his fist in the air in victory as Brennen fell to floor in despair.

“You bitch!” Brenne called out.
“Suck it loser!” Corey said.

We were all laughing having a great time. I was holding Kobe as all f this went down because he is the cutest little dog I’ve ever seen and I refuse to let go of him. Maggie, Kat and Devyn were going to come but ended up having plan that needed to be attended to therefore it was just me and guys. Corey offered up another drinking game, who can take the most shots.

“I can do it.” I said.

The boys started “ooooo”ing and telling Corey he’s bout to be beat by a girl. I set Kobe down as Brennen prepared the shots. 

“Alright, I have 20 shots here for you guys. Whoever can-” Brennen started but I cut him off.
“Why do you have 20 shot glasses?!”
“Woman! Please, let me finish and don’t worry about it.” Brennen jokingly yelled at me. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have 20 shots here. Whoever has the most shots gets bragging rights and has to buy the other person Tender Greens. On your mark, get set, GO!”

I just downing shots, ignoring the burning feeling I have in my throat just so I can beat Corey. Eight shots in, Corey stops to take a breather and I just down the rest of the shots. All the boys had their mouths agape as they winced one of their quietest and shyest friend take 12 shots of Vodka without stopping. To add on top of that, I’m a lightweight. 

“You sir, owe me Tender Greens.” I said to Corey with a smile of victory.
“Colby, you got a badie bro.” Brennen said to Colby patting him on the back.

I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from blushing, all the boys, except Nick, know I’ve had the biggest crush on Colby. I always thought Colby thought of me as only a best friend and nothing more. So Brennen saying that made me want to hide in a corner, until Colby said, “I do, don’t I?”

Smiling at me and giving me a wink, Colby wrapped his arm around my shoulders giving me a hug and congratulated me on winning. By the end of the night I was gone, I was drunken mess. Colby took me back to his and Sam’s apartment because he didn’t trust me alone in mine. I was a giggling mess. 

“You’re so cute, Colby.” I said giggling as I patted his face.
“Thank you, (Y/N), you’re cute too.” He chuckled.

Currently, we’re sat in Colby’s bed, Colby listening to me babbling on who knows what. 

“Colby, I have a secret, but you can’t tell Colby.” I slurred.
“Okay, I won’t tell Colby.” Colby promised making me smile.
“Okay, for the past three years, I’ve had the biggest crush on Colby Brock. I think I’m in love with him actually.” I said.
“What..” Colby said.
“Yeah, but shhhhh don’t tell Colby.” I giggled before passing out.

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“Colbyyyyyy, my head hurts.” I whined into his pillow the next morning.
“Well who’s fault is that? You wanted to prove Corey you can do more shots than him.” Colby said handing me some aspirin. 
“I didn’t want to prove I can drink more, I wanted free Tender Greens.” I pointed taking the medicine. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night, hope I wasn’t too much of a hassle.”
“Na, you’re fine. You giggled a lot though, refused to give Brennen Kobe back before we left, continuously told me how cute I am, and toldmethatyouwereinlovewithme.” Colby said rushing out the last bit.
“I did what?” I asked.

Colby sighed before taking a seat next to me and taking my hands in his.

“You obviously don’t remember but, you told me that you were in love with me for three years. Is that true or just drunken slurs that mean nothing?” Colby asked with hope in his eyes.
“What do you want it to mean?” I asked.
“I want it to be true because I’m in love with you too.”
“Then it’s most definitely true.”
“Thank god, or this would’ve been awkward.” Colby said before planting a kiss on my lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Colby said when we pulled apart.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” I smiled.
“Glad we wanted the same thing.”

the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” 

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay 

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

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The Soccer Girl - (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

-It’s serious (Y/N)! I swear he would not stop screaming when you kicked the ball!
-Hannah Baker! You know you can not fool my poor heart with such things!
-But I’m telling you that he was, if he hesitated, even tense he would stay.
-You are unbelievable. Next time, either you or Jensen need to record this for me because I need to see it.

As soon as you and Hannah opened the school doors, thousands of people started yelling for you. Yes, you were an athlete at Liberty High School: football, women’s division. One of the biggest and best games you’ve ever done happened over the weekend, taking the team to the title of champion.
Some people would stop you in the middle of the hallway or just congratulate you from afar as you walked with Hannah to your locker to pick up the things needed for the first class.
Arriving in your locker and opening it, Hannah leaned against a locker next to her and continued to talk.

-Can you believe?
-What?
-Two steps to becoming popular at Liberty: First be an athlete and second let people make you popular. It’s ridiculous.
-Certainly, worse is if you live up to the rumors.
-Do not tell me that. Being an athlete brings you numerous attentions, but unfortunately none of them are the person I wanted.
- Are we talking about J.A?
-Yes, who else would I speak of?
-When are you going to tell him?
-When he’s really crazy drunk because then he will not remember anything.
- (Y/n/ n)….It’s serious.
-I don’t know, maybe never, I suck at boys and you know it, especially about J.A, I feel bad about thinking about saying this to him someday.
-Well, I think it’s good that you get a good chance to tell him that before it’s too late.
-What if he kicks me out? Like, “Oh, you’re cute, but nothing would ever happen between us, because you’re like a sister to me and you’re not my type.”
-He would never do that (Y/N), I know you know that.
-I know, but I’m afraid of this whole thing about talking to him and something bizarre happening.
-Tell what for who and what bizarre thing happen?
-Jeff!

Not noticing the sudden presence, which had come out of nowhere closing your locker and making your heart almost jump through your mouth, was standing in front of you none other than Jeff Atkins (aka JA), your supreme crush perhaps since you met him, a few feet taller than you, the smile that made your knees want to give up and make you tremble with the possibility that he might have heard that you and Hannah were talking about him.
Without you noticing, Hannah stepped away from the two of you and went to the side of Clay that was a little more distant, also watching the scene. Let’s just say that Hannah and Clay are the people who shipped the two of you the most, and have always tried everything to make you two being alone, with some excuses of course.

-You played well on Saturday, (Y/l/n). It was incredible, really, no wonder they say you’re the best player on that team.
-Never been to a game of mine before, Atkins? What a shame, I always come to yours.
-What? I always come to your games, I am the person who most cheers for you in the crowd.
-Oh, I know. Someone told me that recently, you know.

Putting the last book you needed into the bag, Jeff cast a discreet look at Clay and Hannah, who had told you about the little cheer he had for you in all your games, which made them both simply shrug their shoulders and go back to the plan they had set for you both.
Closing the locker and turning your attention to Jeff again, you noticed that his cheeks were a little shade of pink, almost imperceptible.

-Is everything okay, Jeff?
-Good…I…
-Hm?
-Monet’s … me and you, after school. For your victory in the game on Saturday?
-Sure, I’ll talk to Hannah and…
-No. Without our friends, just you and me.

He said when you were going to turn around to talk to Clay and Hannah, which made him pull you back, holding your hand, drawing small circles with his thumb and a silly grin on his face.

-Jeff?
-Hm?
-Are you calling me out?
-Me? Pfft…with all my…yes, I am. I’d love for you to go on a date with me.
-So it’s a date?
-IT IS. It is a date.
-All right, Atkins.
-Oh really?
-Monet’s. After school. I think it’s good that you wait for me.

You stood on the tip of your toe, giving a long kiss on his cheek, which made him have a huge smile on his face. You pulled away from him, parting your lips from his face and turning to Hannah, for you to go to class.
Hannah had a smirk, extremely happy that you and Jeff would finally have a date, and soon, you spoke before she could make a joke.

-So…?
-Shush It, Baker.

You turned so fast you could not even notice Jeff making a small celebration, maybe big, when you agreed to go on a date with him, maybe he would not stop smiling all day.
And maybe today would be the day you would tell him everything, everything you felt for him.

Study Session

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Hey doll… my bachelor exams are next week and I’m so damn nervous, I could cry all day. Would you mind doing an imagine with Bucky, I could really use some distraction.. Maybe where he finds you studying at home all the time and one day he decides to make a surprise and cooks for you two, later he drags you to the bathroom where all is lit with candles and roses and you have a bath together and he does everything to help you relax? You can also add a bit smut if you want :) That would be great” - @diving-down-to-wonderland

Word Count: 1413

Warning: hints of smut

Thank you for the request! To you and anyone else who has exams/tests coming up, you are going to crush them and do fantastic on everything you do, and I am so damn proud of you! <3 

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anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!

OKAY BUT LETS TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD MY I MEAN OUR BABY LOOKED GOOD LAST NIGHT THAT GLOW UP- HE WAS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SMILED

My Type:

“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.

Beauty || Clay Jensen x Chubby!Reader

Anon, you don’t know how happy it makes me to know that people like my writing enough to actually binge read it. 😭👌 I can definitely do this. One thing I can’t stand in chubby!reader imagines is when they make you just despise yourself. Like, if you’re not the recommended weight, you automatically have to hate your body. I’ve been wanting to write one for that exact reason.

Word Count: 905

Warnings: Marcus Being a Douche

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    Ask anyone in Liberty High, and they’d all tell you the same thing; no one went without getting their fair share of bullying. Except, that is, for the bullies, and the people with targets on their heads, they got twice as much. Like Hannah Baker, who never could seem to keep herself out of the rumors. Or Tyler Down, who was shunned by everyone for the sole reason that Justin Foley told them to.

    You were one of the handful of girls in the school who weren’t the average size of what many called the populars, but it didn’t seem to dent your reputation by much. You were liked by a lot of people, many of them being guys, despite the stigma that claimed ‘you can’t get a man unless you’re thin.’

    You opposed anything and everything that promoted shedding weight for the enjoyment of others. If you’re going to lose weight, you should do it for yourself. Because you want to, not because you think you’re not beautiful unless you do.

    There were plenty of scientifically backed reasons as to why just because someone has a bit of extra meat on them, that does not mean they’re not healthy. In fact, you prided yourself on being able to beat Sheri Holland in short and long distance sprints.

    Of course, things had to get bad at least once. It was the emergence of Alex’s list that had you marked down as thunder thighs. Despite you being able to shrug it off within the first few hours, that didn’t stop wandering eyes from finding you in the halls.

    Nothing you weren’t used to, of course. You’d been in middle school for three years, and that was way worse. But when things started to turn physical, you found it a lot harder to ignore.

    An encounter with Marcus outside of the girls’ bathroom nearly had you willing to go to the principal, as unhelpful as that crabby old man was.

    You had just stuffed all of your books into your locker, preparing to head to gym class, when you decided to get a drink of water. You were leaned over the fountain when it happened. Marcus was right behind you, hands squeezing at your thighs. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a snort and a scoff.

    “I can see why you’re on Alex’s lists, Y/N. I mean, damn,” he said condescendingly. “How many guys have you smothered with these things?”

    You were about to reply with an indignant, but not uncalled for, fuck you when he was suddenly wrenched away.

    You spun around, relieved to see the familiar faces of Jeff and Clay. Jeff had Marcus by the collar of his shirt, looking like he was about to knock his lights out. You took a step towards him, grabbing his arm.

    “It’s fine,” you said. “He’s not worth you getting expelled.”

    “No, it’s not fine,” Clay responded, sounding a whole lot angrier than you were. “Stay away from her, Marcus. If we see you do anything like that again, the two of us are going to report you for sexual harassment. We’ll see how good that looks on your perfect record.”

    Jeff let him go, giving him a rough push backwards. Marcus nearly tripped over his own two feet trying to scramble away.

    “Thanks,” Clay murmured.

     "No problem,  buddy. If you see him creeping around her again, let me know.“Jeff replied, striding away towards the stairs "See you two at gym.”

    When you and Clay had been left alone, you nudged his shoulder. “You two are awesome, you know that?”

    He smiled weakly. “Jeff’s the awesome one.”

    “No, I meant what I said,” you replied. “Clay, when you get all that I do, you learn not to underestimate people. Jeff’s got strength, but you have brains. Threatening Marcus’s record was beautiful. Did you see the look on his face?”

    He laughed, nodding, “Okay, yeah. That was pretty good.”

    The two of you stood there for a moment. You watched him awkwardly shift from one foot to another, looking like he was trying to decide how to say something. You nudged him again, and when his gaze met yours you gave him a reassuring look.

    “I can see you’re struggling with something. Tell me,” you said softly.

    “Well, I just… wanted you know that, um,” he cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t let some stupid list make you feel bad. I think you’re more beautiful than any of the girls in this school.”

    Your cheeks warmed. You looked down at your feet, trying to hide the stupid grin that had broken out on your face. “Thank you, Clay. You don’t have to worry, though. I’m not ashamed of my body, and that includes my ’thunder thighs’.”

    His hand slipped beneath your chin, tipping your head up to look him in the eyes. “You don’t have-” he breathed a deep sigh. “I think thick thighs are sexy.”

    You laughed. “Well, then I’d be the perfect girl for you.”

    “I think you would be,” Clay replied, sounding completely serious.

    Your smile faded. For as long as you could remember, you’d had the biggest crush on him. He was always the perfect boy. He was tall, lean, and handsome like the populars, but without the bitterness, and ten times the brains. “Clay?” you asked. “Would you want to maybe… go on a date sometime?”

    His tensed shoulders instantly relaxed. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

The One

IMAGINE: If you asked Steve about his dream girl, his ‘the one’, he would have never described her, never even would have thought of her…funny how things work out.

[gif is not mine. based on the poem with the same name by lang leav. requests are open. this one shot is the first part to however many poetry inspired one shots i do.]  

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‘I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you are looking for…’

There was something in the way that she walked, she talked or the way she did anything that set him on fire. He’s never met a more infuriating person. A more different person than he was.

“I just don’t get why you’re being so emotional about this,” she rolled her eyes as she watched Steve sigh once again.

“(Y/N)…” Steve looked at the woman in front of him. The thick fashion magazine held in her hand, “Just because it’s not about fashion or tearing someone down does not mean that you shouldn’t care about this.”

She bit her lip, “It’s just Tony.”

“Exactly, he’s going to break her heart,” he explained. “She’s only a kid (Y/N).”

(Y/N) sat down next to him, “Look Rogers, it’s their life and she wants to be with him then let her. Just support her.”

“He’s just going to use her,” Steve spoke quietly.

In an instant (Y/N)’s demeanor change. Long gone was the somewhat caring girl, it was now replaced by her usual stance around him -cold, hard and unfeeling. “You watch your mouth Rogers, because I swear to god if you throw Tony’s past in his face, I will hurt you.” Her grip tightened on the magazine.

Steve turned around and looked into her eyes. There was anger underlying it, fire in her eyes. “She’s like a sister to me. He’s the type of person that can hurt someone.”

(Y/N) stood up sharply, and through gritted teeth she spoke, “And he’s like a brother to me Rogers.” She leaned forward, him leaning as she got closer, “You watch your mouth around me.” (Y/N) moved back and started walking away. “By the way, he’s the type of person that can only hurt someone if they’ve hurt him first, so maybe don’t judge on him when you don’t know all the facts.”

She walked faster to the door, slamming it as hard as she can.


‘… I want to be the one that you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed in love. Who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to…’

If you told Steve Rogers that one day he’ll wake up with a strange inkling that will soon lead to the discovery that he found (Y/N) attractive and that he actually liked her, he would have probably laughed in your face and politely say that ‘you’re crazy.’


That was the conundrum that he found himself in as he watched her laugh with Bucky and Sam. Of course he still found her annoying and judgemental, and the complete opposite of himself, as well as what he found attractive. But watching her laugh with his two best friends, her head thrown back without any care, her hips jutting out as she told off Sam for doing something stupid. There was just something about her that he couldn’t explain.

“Why do you keep staring at her?” Pietro asked as he stood next to Steve.

Steve turned to Pietro, “I just wanted to know how such a small girl can contain so much evil in her.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pietro started. “She’s only like that whenever she’s around you.”

“She criticizes everything that I do, from the way I walk or my clothes -did you know that she hates me wearing plaid? I apparently have the entire of plaid in my wardrobe.” He paused and looked at her again, “It’s just she’s so different from the women that I’m used to.”

“Why does that have to be a bad thing?”

Steve took a while  to come up with his answer. Opening his mouth to voice out something but every time he did Steve felt that it wasn’t the right thing to say. Finally he came to the conclusion, “It’s not.”

“Don’t you realize that maybe why you hate her is because you like her?” Pietro spoke, tilting his head towards her direction. When Steve didn’t speak, Pietro broke out into a huge grin and chuckled, “Fuck, you’re hell bent crushing on her! That’s why you’re staring at her so much with that stupid-loved up look on your face!” Steve glared at Pietro who wasn’t deterred by the intimidating look on the super soldier.

As Pietro walked away he saw that (Y/N)’s conversations with the boys has finished and started walking over to where he was. He saw her smile at him and he probably thought that she forgot that he was Steve Rogers.

“Rogers,” she greeted. She looked him up and down, “Not wearing plaid I see.”

“What is it with you and the plaid?” He groaned. He honestly couldn’t understand it. Plaid isn’t that bad and he didn’t have that many plaid shirts.

She shrugged, “I have something for you.” She walked past him, knowing that he would follow her even though she didn’t ask him. Her aura commanded him. Steve rolled his eyes. Typical.


When they reached her bedroom, he looked around apprehensively taking in her bedroom. It was nice, it was minimal barely any decorations. He walked to her table where a cork table was placed. He smiled when he saw that it was pictures of her and the Avengers scattered around what he guessed was mementos. “You kept this?” He pointed at the ticket stub in bottom left corner, one that was hidden behind everything.

(Y/N) turned around and saw that he was touching the ticket stub gingerly, “I had a good time.” She remembered the day vividly, it was when everyone was on their mission and she was stuck at the compound because she broke her arm, while Steve was struck with a fever. She was bored and she was stuck babysitting him, so she decided to take him to the MET when he was feeling better. Up until that day she didn’t know that they had anything in common, other than the fact that he was her match when it came to verbal sparring.

He found out that art is one of her biggest passions and that she wanted to become an art historian but certain things happened that led her to follow in her father’s footsteps. Steve remembered thinking that maybe she wasn’t the shallow, vapid girl he thought she was. Like an art piece there was always something meaningful behind everything.

Their days were spent talking about his past and how he felt about the future, watching movies from his time and her being surprised when he quoted Casablanca. He hesitantly revealed to her that it was one of the first movies that he saw when he came out of the ice.

Everything was fine until the others got back and they were back at their old habits again, though this time it felt less personal and more for a show.  


“Aha!” She proclaimed as she opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly wrapped present. It was blue and white, with a red bow on top. “Gotta have that Captain America theme,” she winked at him and passed him the present.

He opened the present slowly, trying carefully not to rip the paper. Once he saw what was wrapped, words got stuck in his throat. “(Y/N)…”

“Don’t start crying on me Rogers,” she warned but there was no malice in her voice.

He pulled the paper away. It was his drawing that he did of everyone, a drawing of a photograph that she and he both proudly displayed in their bedrooms. He thought he lost it when Natasha did her usual random clearing of everything in everyone’s rooms. “This is beautiful.” He stroked the frame, it was gold and one of those smaller frames that held priceless arts in the museums. “Thank you so much.”

She shrugged, thinking nothing of it. “Guess my barging into people’s rooms is a good thing.” She walked over to him, her heart filling with warmth as he gazed and touched the picture frame. “At least your abnormally large hands can create something good.”


As Steve left her room, he found himself in another conundrum. How did he get into this situation? How did he manage to find a person that was the complete opposite of him, the untraditional girl who set his soul on fire. The girl who he disliked with so much passion, the one who constantly bickered with him, manage to make him feel like he’s never felt before?


‘… I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed -I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.’

When Steve was a young child he knew what love meant. It meant being there for the person that you cared for. It was easy. It was safe. There were no fights, if there was there was it would just be little bickers. Steve would come home, greet his wife and children and they would live happily ever after. He dreamt for that life, he yearned for it, even after he came out of the ice.

Then she came into his life and turned everything upside down. She was a constant thorn in his side that manage to somehow, overtime, turn into one of the most beautiful flowers he has ever seen. Maybe she wasn’t a thorn after all, maybe she was just a particularly prickly bud that he judged based on appearance, but after he got a closer look, after it took time, she turned into something else.


“Weren’t we supposed to have this massive epiphany that you liked me? Or you know someone makes this giant I like you speech and this is why I like you?” (Y/N) spoke as she chopped the carrot.

Steve shrugged, “You don’t like grand gestures.”

(Y/N) turned to face him, hand clutching the knife, “Excuse me! I do too like grand gestures, as long as they don’t embarrass me,” she started listing of things and Steve found himself looking at her. Really looking at her. The only time that he paid attention was when she pinched him. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Careful with that knife (Y/N),” he plucked it out of her hands and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t have a great epiphany because the feeling was always there so I just woke up one day and went ‘oh, I like her’,” he finished his speech with a casual shrug.

He went back to chopping the onions, his peripheral vision allowed him to see that she was still in the same position. She picked up the knife and started chopping the carrots. “You’re such a sap.” Steve smiled as she said those words, it was her basically saying that she liked him as well.


“I don’t get why we can’t have steak (Y/N)!” Pietro yelled as he picked his food with his fork. “There are proteins that we need.”

“Because Tony decided that he wants to try vegetarianism,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “So we have to cater for the almighty Iron Man.” She threw a bean at him which he caught and smiled at her.

Steve sat next to her watching as she kept making faces at Tony, and not at all enjoying her food. He made a mental note to take her to Taco Bell after dinner. Maybe it was that moment that made him know that he really, truly, deeply in love with her. With her hair cascading down her face, and she made an aggravated noise when it fell in front of her face. Or maybe it was the way that she got along with other people, or maybe. There were too many maybe’s what he did know was that he wanted to say it out loud for everyone to know.

“Excuse me,” he spoke loudly as he stood up. “I just wanted to let everyone to know that I love (Y/N).” Steve could feel the glare from (Y/N), and the amused stares from the others. “I love her because she secretly loves me in plaid, she said so. The fact that she cries whenever that giraffe ad comes on, I love her-,” he didn’t get to finish as (Y/N) yelled at him. ‘

“STEVE GRANT ROGERS!” (Y/N) stood up, her face red due to embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel giddy and light inside.

“I also love her when she screams out my name just like that,” he winked at everyone and made a mad dash to the door.

“ROGERS!” With an ungraceful stand she began running after him, but not before flipping off everyone in the room, causing them to laugh louder.

She finally caught up to him, took her shoe off and hit him, “Did you just throw your shoe at me?” Steve turned around amused.

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“You said you loved grand gestures,” he teased as he picked up the shoe and started walking towards her.

“I specifically said that I hated grand gestures.”

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her, “But I love you so I should get a pass for that.”

“The only people that get a pass for embarrassing me are the people that I love,” she smirked at him, hoping that he got what she was saying. She watched as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“You love me,” she scowled at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re an idiot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe I somewhat love you.” (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. Steve tightened his arms around her and smiled into the kiss.

“Guys, oh my god! Gross!” Sam yelled as he walked into the room and saw the couple heavily making out. Sam made a face and began gagging. “Get a room!” He made a disgusted noise and yelled at them once more and left the room.