i saw this live and front row you are all jealous

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3

“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

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Peter sits beside his best friend, Ned, during lunch. Since Ned was just about the only person that would ever be caught talking to him, they were in the midst of an intense debate on who would win in a battle between him Spider-Man and Iron Man.

Ned was all for Iron Man, and admittedly, Peter felt a little hurt at how little faith he had in him Spider-Man winning. 

“I mean, you gotta hand it to Spider-Man for being able to improvise-” Peter suddenly trails off, completely losing his train of thought when Liz Allan stepped into the cafeteria with her group of friends. Ned, not knowing what had happened, begins to nudge at Peter’s shoulder, “Dude, what’s wrong with you? Why did you…stop?” 

Ned follows Peter’s line of sight to see Liz walking across the cafeteria. Involuntarily, Peter let’s out a sigh and continues to admire Liz’s beauty. “So…did Liz get a new top?” 

“No, you’ve seen that before. Never with that skirt, though.” Ned answers with a bit of a dreamy lull to his voice. 

“We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though.” Peter states while still openly admiring her. 

“Yeah.” Ned agrees, but neither one of them even attempts to look away from Liz. 

A sudden giggle makes both Peter and Ned turn toward the sound, and they look to the end of the table to see [Name] with a wide grin on her face, “Too late. You guys are such losers.”

Peter frowns at her and holds out a hand while Ned simply pouted at her, their expressions successfully making [Name] laugh even louder in response. Peter kept staring at her, somehow feeling his face turn red at seeing her smile again. 

Has her eyes always been that bright? 

And were her lips always that full?

Shit, what is wrong with me? 

“Anyways, I’d love to sit and chat with you guys, but I’ve got classes to attend. Later, you lovesick losers.” She gives them a wave before gathering her textbooks and leaving the cafeteria. When she was gone, Ned lets out a scoff before jutting a thumb in her direction, “Hey, isn’t she that chick that’s basically in all of your classes?” 

Peter nods, “Yeah, she’s pretty smart-”

“But not as smart as you though, huh? Maybe that’s why she was calling you a loser, because she holds a bit of a grudge against you.” Ned laughs, making Peter grin before playfully pushing him aside. 

“Shut up. [Name] would never be that petty.”

The bell suddenly rings, indicating the end of lunch. Both boys reluctantly pick up their trays, placing them against the rack before exiting the cafeteria, “Well, I’m off to Trig. Later Peter.” 

Peter nods at Ned and slowly makes his way to his Chemistry class, hoping that whatever he felt with [Name] was just a momentary thing and that he wouldn’t act so weird upon seeing her again.


He was wrong, so wrong, and he hadn’t been this wrong in such a long time.

The moment he walked into the classroom and saw [Name] sitting in her usual seat up front, he was too busy staring at her to even notice the desk in front of him. 

It was only when Peter ran the side of his hip into the desk’s corner that he realized he had been blatantly staring at [Name]. Peter running into the desk causes some pain to go through him as a few of the students laughed at him, making [Name] turn to face him in response. 

With her (color) eyes honed in on him, Peter felt his whole face turn red as he stuttered out an apology before quickly sitting on his assigned seat in the middle row. 

His hands were slightly trembling when he takes out his lead pencil and notebook, refusing to look up until he heard a soft voice call out his name.


He looks up, realizing that [Name] was staring at him. Peter gulps and tries to keep from becoming tongue tied, “Y-Yes [Name]?” 

She frowns at him and asks, “Are you okay? You’re not too hurt from when you ran into the desk, right?” Her question makes a bunch of the students laugh, making her glare at all of them in response. When they stop their laughter, she faces him again, “Anyways, are you okay?” 

“I-I’m fine! Really, uhm, thanks for asking.” 

She smiles at him with genuine relief in her eyes, (Fuck fuck fuck, why is my heart twisting like this?) “That’s good. Try to be more careful next time you lovesick loser.” [Name] tells him before turning around in her seat. 

Peter’s heart dropped a little bit upon hearing her nickname for him. 

I guess that’s all I’ll ever be in front of her eyes, a total lovesick loser.


For several days, Peter tried to deny his growing feelings for [Name], saying that there was no way she could live up to Liz Allan (despite how pretty he found [Name] to be). 

But Peter was really bad at hiding the truth from himself, and it certainly didn’t help that he saw her every day within all of his classes. 

When [Name] wasn’t looking, Peter would stare at her and think of ways to approach her. 

Should I ask her out? 

Or should I just talk to her?

Maybe I should pretend that I don’t know a certain lesson and ask for her notes? Fuck, never mind. She would never believe me and would know that something is up!

This debate seemed to happen for Peter on a near daily basis, and he figured the only way to put her out of his mind was to completely immerse himself in his superhero work. While he was webbing throughout the city, he keeps his eyes focused on the background, looking for any signs of trouble. 

A sudden scream makes his whole body tense as his mind was working on high alert. Finding the general area where the scream came from, Peter begins shooting his web throughout the city and lands in the middle of a park. Turning around, he sees a figure running toward him, not seeing him as they kept their gaze on their pursuer from behind. 

Peter successfully stops the figure from running any further when they land against his chest, screaming again when they felt his arms wrap around them. 

Finally seeing the person for the first time when they turn around, he felt his throat clench up when [Name] looked up at him with a terrified expression on her face, “Oh thank god, it’s you! Spider-Man, please help me…! This man was stalking me, and he h-has a knife in his hand.” 

Knowing that she was in danger makes Peter strengthen his resolve when he suddenly pushes [Name] behind him, “Stay back, I’ll handle this. I promise, I’ll protect you.” 

She gives him a shaky nod, wrapping both arms around her chest when her stalker suddenly appeared. He stops and looks over at Spider-Man, clearly not believing that Peter was the real deal when he laughs. “Alright kid, Comic Con is over. Ya can take ya little pretty costume somewhere else. Just give me the girl, and I promise I won’t nick ya.”

Peter was beyond furious when he expertly aimed his web shooters at the man’s knife, making the synthetic silk stick on to the knife before pulling it away. The stalker seemed dumbfounded, looking from his empty hand to his knife that was suddenly webbed to the ground. After taking a few minutes to realize that he was the real deal, the man attempts to run only to have Peter shoot his web around his legs, effectively tripping him when he landed flat on his face. 

Peter heard [Name] let out a strained “Ouch” when they both heard something crack when he faceplanted on the hard cement. Knowing that he had successfully stopped [Name’s] attacker, Peter faces her and pulls her into his arms, “Wha-”

Making sure that his voice was significantly deeper, he tells her, “Don’t worry about it. Just hang on tight.” Keeping her safely pressed against him, Peter makes his web shooter land on top of a building before swinging toward it with [Name] in his arms. “If you don’t mind me asking, where do you live?” 

She shakily tells him her address, and he swings across the city with an almost seamless knowledge of the city. In a total of ten minutes, he arrives at the rooftop of [Name’s] apartment complex, slowly letting go of her as she slid down on the ground. 

Her hands were still pressed on his chest when she moaned, burying her face within his chest. Peter stiffens and shakily asks her, “A-Are you okay? Were you hurt?” 

“No, I’m fine…I’m just- argh. I guess you can say I was mad at myself.” 

“Why are you mad at yourself? You shouldn’t be, because you look like a girl that could do no wrong.” Peter tells her honestly. 

Hearing his words makes her shake her head, “No, you don’t understand. I’m a total bitch. I get jealous of my crush who’s always ogling this seemingly perfect girl, and because of my jealousy, I’m sure I made him hate my guts.” 

She pulls away from him with a sigh, “I keep on calling him a lovesick loser, but really, all I want is for Peter to look at me like he looks at Liz. I like him so much, but he never notices me.” 

“That’s why I was nearly attacked today, because I wanted some time by myself to think about what I need to do when it came to Peter. I was too distracted and didn’t know that I was being followed…until the very last minute.” 

Peter was panicking now, having all of these thoughts running through his mind as he tried to play it cool. “I-I’m sure this uhm, Peter guy wouldn’t hate you. M-Maybe you should just try talking to him?” 

His question makes her laugh, “Yeah sure, that’s pretty easy. I’ll profess my feelings for him, only to be rejected by him in front of the entire school. Not gonna happen, Spidey.” 

She sighs once more and steps closer to him, placing a gentle kiss against his cheek, “But thank you for saving me. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again so that you can focus on rescuing more important people.” 

[Name] was about to walk back into her apartment when Peter stops her by placing a hand on her wrist, “You’re important too, s-so if you ever need help, just call out my name and I swear I’ll come to you.” 

Her mouth was slightly open with surprise before forming into a wide smile, the expression making his heart do somersaults from within his chest, “Honestly Spider-Man, thank you.” 


The next day, he tells Ned of his plans before the start of school to make sure that he was alone on the table with [Name] during lunch. Despite him being super nervous, he used her involuntary confession to him yesterday to build up his courage. 

[Name] liked him back; she has always liked him back. 

And it was time for him to make her happy. 

After a few hours of waiting in agony, lunch period came. Peter was so nervous that he didn’t have much of an appetite, so he skipped getting a tray and went straight to his usual table, this time sitting across from [Name’s] usual seat. 

The following minutes that lead up to her arrival was when Peter was the most nervous. He couldn’t seem to stop his leg’s jittery movements nor the way he picked at his fingers. 

When [Name] finally appeared, he felt butterflies erupt all across his abdomen, filling him with the fluttery feeling of sheer anticipation at the mere sight of her. He notices her questioning glance, but she says nothing to him and simply takes her usual seat across from him. “Hello Peter.” 

“H-Hey [Name].” 

She nods and opens her notebook and Biology textbook, filling in some notes as Peter kept staring at her, waiting for the right time to talk to her. Things were getting a little awkward now when no sound came out of his mouth. He was so busy admiring the way the sunlight shone against her hair that he didn’t even hear or notice her when she looked up at him. 

“Peter, what’s wrong with you? Why are you staring at me like that, I’m not Liz.” 

Her words brings him out of his daydream when he manages to say (with a slight stutter), “I kn-know you’re not. You’re prettier than her, a-anyways.” 

He saw the way her eyes widened at his compliment, and he felt a little bit of his anxiety disappear upon seeing her blush, “You- Peter, are you saying that you were actually staring at me?” 

“Y-Yeah. I…I think I’m falling for you, [Name]. I have no reason or explanation as to why I like you so much, but I do. A-Actually, no, I kn-know why I keep staring at you, it’s because you’re just an a-all around amazing girl.  I-I’ve become a lovesick loser for you, s-so if it’s o-okay with you, would y-you like to go o-out sometime?” 

When [Name] smiled at him, Peter swore to never forget this moment as she leaned across the table to place a kiss against his lips. 

Definitely yes.”


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What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

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Reaction to You Dancing with Another Male Idol“Sexily” to Doin’ Things by Justin Guarini. . .

Anonymous said: Hi, sweetie! Great blog. I love your reactions! I had an EXO OT12 reaction request for you if you can do it. Their jealous reaction to you (an idol) dancing on stage “sexily” to the song Doin’ Things (We’re Not Supposed To) by Justin Guarini with another idol group member (Got7 - Jackson/Jaebum and SHINee Taemin/Jonghyun) - however you want to use them for each reaction. Sehun and Yixing are my fav so if you can make it more special/extra with them? Thank you if you can do it for me! *big hug*

Reaction to You Dancing with Another Male Idol “Sexily” to Doin’ Things by Justin Guarini… (Again, this is a long ass title)

A/N i gotchu Anonie, get ready for some Sehun and Yixing drama. side note – i’m not sure if i understood the role you wanted Jackson, Jaebum, Taemin and Jonghyun to take in these reactions, but i tried, so i hope i got it right, but if not lemme know babe. hope you enjoy!

For those of you who don’t know the song, here it is: >click

Kai Eonni ~


The moment he saw Jackson’s hands flutter over your hips and upper arms, Suho found it hard to keep his eyes on you. But his devotion to you and need to support you with your career was too strong for him to allow himself to look away from your truly breathtaking performance. However, the jealousy he feels pooling in his stomach reminds him that he’s not above getting jealous over a performance. After your performance is done, Suho would go back stage to congratulate you, giving you the flowers he got you. He would push his jealousy still lingering in his heart to the side for your sake and force a smile, telling you how beautiful you were. He would be civil with Jackson as well, giving him the well known man-to-man pat on the back, congratulating Jackson as well. Unlike the other members though, this jealousy wouldn’t last long and he would soon forget it and would be able to enjoy the videos of the performance much more now that it wasn’t live and he didn’t have to watch another man touching you right there in front of his eyes.

Originally posted by tinyjunmyeon


He would not be having it. As much as he wanted to support you, this was just not his thing. He would decide that coming to your performance was enough support, so therefore, he would glare as Jaebum who was – according to Kyungsoo – getting too touchy with you. He would roll his eyes when Jaebum would send you a wink or a heart-stopping smirk. Afterwards he would ask you, in a teasing manner, if you had fun flirting with another man. He would tease you all the way home, making sure that you want him, but he wouldn’t give you anything or even let you touch him, this being your punishment for getting him jealous like that. And believe me, you’re going to bed with nothing except the feeling of being all hot and bothered. This boi knows self-restraint.

Originally posted by xiulayallday


He would hate this and would get salty with you when you meet up with him after your performance with Taemin. Chanyeol hated this who situation, you dancing to such a sexy song in the first place, plus the fact it had to be with another guy, Taemin no less who we all admit is a sexy beast, and the fact that that sexy beast’s choreography included him putting his hands where only Chanyeol believes his hands should go. Then adding the fact that Chanyeol was getting mad at you, even though it’s not your fault just makes Chanyeol extremely frustrated. He would end up pouting and becoming very clingy to you, snuggling against you on the couch and mumbling an apology to you as he averts his gaze, not able to get the courage to look you in the eyes, feeling too guilty for giving you attitude. The next day he would make you breakfast and coffee – or try to – and compliment yesterdays performance and how beautiful you truly were.

(i spy a Chanyeol fairy – but like seriously, doesn’t he look like a magical fairy??)

Originally posted by bhaek


The most mature out of the boys. He doesn’t like sitting here watching Jonghyun touch you and look at you like he’s actually in love you, but Xiumin is mature enough to remind himself that this is just a performance and that in the end, the only thing that matters is that you did well, looked beautiful and did something that you’re passionate about. Still though, he loves you, and so it can’t be helped when a pang of jealousy shoots through his heart when Jonghyun strokes you hip and looks into your eyes at the line “But I can’t help myself, ‘cause I’d rather be with you…” After the performance, he would be happy that it’s over, but also insanely proud of you how good you were. He would pull you into a hug and just focus on the fact that you were in his arms again. This would be all that was needed to erase that jealousy from him completely. He would quickly congratulate Jonghyun, then quickly thoughts of taking you out to dinner so he could have you all to himself would consume his thoughts.

Originally posted by xiundeer


[dedicated to requesting Anonie, Lay’s a bae]

You had talked to Lay about the fact that you would be dancing with Jackson for this performance. You wanted to get it out there, your relationship based on mutual trust and honesty. You didn’t have much to worry about, you knew that, after all, Lay was very trusting of you and didn’t seem to get jealous much, though you didn’t have many chances to test that, his members being the only guys you hung out with in front of him. However, Lay confirmed that he was okay with you sharing the performance with Jackson, saying, “I know, it’s just a performance after all, right?” You nod, and in return he would smile. “What I’m really looking forward to is cheering my Jagi on. I’ll be right in the front row cheering you on, okay? So do your best, and I’ll do my best to cheer for you.” This would end with a promise from both sides, both of you looking forward to tomorrow. The following day, you had to leave early to get ready, but you were looking forward to trying to find your boyfriend in the audience, this being the cause as to why it was hard to concentrate with all the giddiness running through your veins. The moment the performance started and you were on stage, you were both focusing on the dance while also scanning the audience for your boyfriend. Lay was sitting there right in front, watching you, at first he was hyped as the music started and you began moving across the stage in choreography that was smooth and graceful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your beautiful form, feeling pride grow in his heart, spreading a smile across his face at the thought that you were his girlfriend. However, this moment didn’t last as long as Lay would have liked as Jackson slowly began moving closer to you as the song progressed, his hands getting more touchy and the looks he shot you getting more suggestive. Lay couldn’t tell if it was just him being a boyfriend and being sensitive at another guy looking at you, or if what he was seeing was correct. But the feeling that was crippling his heart was unsettling, and he found himself not enjoying the performance as much as he would have liked. When you met him behind stage with a big smile of your own, Jackson by your side, Lay gave you a big smile that you could tell was strained. You hugged him and asked what’s wrong, but Lay just gently shook his head, meaning now wasn’t the time. He congratulated both of you, giving Jackson praise. Quickly you two got out of there, and when at home, there was still some tension thickening the air around you guys. “Yixing, please tell me what’s wrong now…” “To be honest, I thought it wouldn’t bother me that much, but seeing Jackson get so close to you… It hurt, and I wish it didn’t, because I wanted to be there to support you and cheer for you, but it was like everything in my mind went blank except for the thought that another man was putting his hands on you…” This honesty would make you smile in understand, and gently you would pull him into a hug. “I get it, but, hey, you stayed through the entire thing, right? That’s all I asked for, and you did it. Thank you.” This would make Lay smile, needing you to hear that even though he got jealous, you weren’t mad at him. “Always Jagi.”

Originally posted by killeryixing


He would get a little annoyed with how much Jaebum was touching you, but he would over all be chill about it. He has so much confidence in you and your relationship that he would just be so hyped with how sexy you were that that was all that was on his mind. After the performance is over he would squeeze you in a tight huge with a huge smile, practically squealing with how amazing you were and how lucky he was that you were his girlfriend. He would spend days bragging about how sexy you were, and even coming at the other members saying how they probably wished you were their girlfriend instead of his.

Originally posted by junhyyo


This would annoy him to no end. He knows he’s good looking, he loves you and you love him and he trusts your relationship, but he never likes competition when it comes to his girlfriend. And Taemin is competition in his mind. He would keep a stoic expression through the whole performance, but after the show when you two are alone he would complain to you with questions like, “Did he really need to touch you that much?” or “You guys got a little friendly up there huh?” This would be his attitude for an hour or so after the concert is over and you two are home, but eventually he would feel guilty and would apologize and try to express his feelings as best he can.

Originally posted by starlightkai


He would be come so moody. After the concert ends and you and Jonghyun walk off stage with the audience going crazy, Baekhyun would be overcome with jealousy. You would ask what he thought of your performance with Jonghyun and Baekhyun wouldn’t answer, his childish side kicking in and him going with giving you the cold shoulder. He knows it’s wrong, but he already started and his pride would get in the way of him apologizing. However, you would give the cold shoulder back, and eventually he would need your attention and confirmation that you still love him, and so he would become whiny, asking you to talk to him again, and this would push him to apologize finally. Though he would refuse to ever watch the performance, the images bringing up that feeling of jealousy all over again.

Originally posted by essentyeol


He would be a jealous mess about this whole situation. He would immediately grow to dislike Jackson only because he was touching you and flirting with you. He actually would like Jackson any other time, but when you were involved, he disliked him. He wouldn’t complain to you though, thinking that jealousy was a sign of weakness or was somehow less manly, and therefore he would refuse to show you any insecurities he had. He would just simply compliment you about you dancing and how beautiful you were and just pretend Jackson wasn’t in the equation.

Originally posted by selubaekai


He would become the sassy Tao we’ve all grown to love and appreciate. However he would deal with it in a different manner than the other guys, which would be to just pretend that Jaebum wasn’t even there. He would just focus all his attention on you, and when Jaebum was caressing your hip, Tao would just cheer for you louder than before. After you were done and asked Tao how he thought you and Jaebum did he would simply reply with a, “Oh, you were great Jagi.” A sweet and innocent smile plastered on his face.

Originally posted by taonsil


[dedicated to requesting Anonie, we share the same hubby]

He would be slightly offended and wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that he wasn’t pleased with how touchy you and Taemin were. When you got alone time with him in your dressing room he would snap at you, “Why would you let your choreographer make a dance that intimate with another guy? Then invite me to your performance?” His words would tumble out, unable to control how annoyed he was with everyone involved. Himself mainly because he knew he was letting his jealousy get the best of him and it wasn’t at all your fault. “Um, maybe because you’re my boyfriend and I thought it would be nice to have you here to support me. But clearly I thought wrong.” You reply, regretting ever inviting him if this was how he was going to react. You thought he would be mature enough to handle a simple dance, you knew he was moody and a little unpredictable with how he would react to things, but he’s never shown jealousy with other guys before, and so you thought this wouldn’t be a big deal. “Just go Sehun. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You dismiss him, knowing he would hate it, but knowing you two need your space before things are said that both of you would regret right after they were spoken. There was a silence before Sehun spoke again, this time in a calmer manner. “How are you going to get home?” He was going to be your ride home, Taemin had invited you to a dinner with him and the rest of his members, but you had earlier declined, thinking you and Sehun could have your own dinner together in celebration. You guessed that the invite from Taemin would still be open, so you answer without looking up at Sehun, shrugging as you begin to gather your things. “I guess I’ll go with Taemin. He had invited me to dinner earlier with him and his group members, so I guess I’ll take him up on that offer now.” This set Sehun off, anger growing inside as he angrily ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t be serious.” Those four words snapping something inside of you as you whip around and glare at him. “Oh I am. You made me ashamed for doing something that I’m passionate about. You made me feel horrible for doing something that makes me happy. Taemin doesn’t matter, it could have been with a girl, a dog, anything else, and I wouldn’t have cared Sehun. You know why? Because it was the dancing that made me happy, not Taemin’s hands on me. I would have been thrilled if it was you Sehun, if I was given the offer to give money to have it be you instead of Taemin, I would have paid in an instant. But that’s not the case, and I’m sorry for that. But can’t you just be happy for me that I was able to have this opportunity?” Sehun would fall silent at your honest words. It would take a while for him to swallow his pride, but it was you, and for you he, Oh Sehun, would give up his cold, uncaring and prideful appearance if that meant you would smile again. He slowly rises his gaze to meet your pleading one, and speaks in a quiet tone. “I know and I’m sorry. I knew from the beginning that I was wrong for snapping at you. I never meant to make you…” It was hard to say the words, his heart pinching at the thought that he made you feel such horrible emotions. “To make you feel ashamed or horrible. You were beautiful, and amazing up there. Really.” You smile and know that that’s going to be the closest to an apology you’ll get out of him for now. You have to be honest, he has improved from when you first started dating him, back then he never would have said something like this. Probably would have stormed out and refuse to talk until the next day. Only for the argument to be forgotten and him getting away with not apologizing. You walk over and pull Sehun into your arms. “I forgive you. Just remember it’s all about the dancing and not who I’m with. Okay?” “I’m sorry…” He mumbles again, nuzzling his face into your hair, both ashamed for his actions and embarrassed for admitting he was wrong. “God what are you doing to me…?” He groans. You pull back and laugh at him clearly not liking to apologize. “Turning you into a decent man is what I’m trying to do.” At that he responds with his signature eye roll, but not holding back the smile that spreads across his lips.

Originally posted by exoturnback


He would would be a mix. On the one hand he would be okay with it, knowing that it was just part of your job with Jonghyun, but on the other hand… Well another man is touching you. He would try to stay positive for you, but it would be hard when Jonghyun would grab your hips and move against you in a slow sensual way with the music. Afterwards he would congratulate you and Jonghyun, though he would be more tense with Jonghyun. Later he would cuddle with you and tell you how he felt about Jonghyun touching you, but he would also not be able to stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Originally posted by i-growl-growl-growl

*No Ordinary Feline* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Dear Author, You have great works here! Hope that upcoming weekend will be great for You! My request is the following. You and Newt had a row because You were jealous to Tina . You went back to Your flat, but on the doorstep sits a cat. With Your live to animals You take it home. And to this cat You share all Your emotion. But it will not be an ordinary cat 😊… all best to You

a/n: I’m so happy to be back!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! 

Descending down in to Newt’s case, you sighed when you saw Newt hunched over a piece of parchment and scribbling intently. You and Newt had met a year ago and recently started dating. Everything had been going perfectly until Tina started writing to Newt more often than usual. You noticed he had suddenly become more interested in writing back to her than spending time with you.

“Newt?” You quietly walked up beside him and leaned over his shoulder to see the words:

Dear Tina

You sighed, and asked him if he’d be coming out soon to join you for some afternoon tea.

“Can we maybe have tea later? I’m writing to Tina right now.”

Newt’s words faded as you began wondering why he was always writing to Tina. Was it because she was prettier? Smarter?

Sighing, you sat down on a stool and rested your head in your hand.

“Something wrong, love?”

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Famous Last Words 2


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Summary: When your family was a wreck and your perfect girlfriend just left you for your irritating classmate, the only way to carry on was to make a truce with the enemy, right?


High school AU in which Simon and Baz pretend to be boyfriends to save Simon’s love life.

Chapter word count: 3.2k

Rating: T

Tags: High School AU, fake boyfriends, mutual pining, fluff, a little bit of angst

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Thanks to @eroticgropefest for being my amazing beta :)

Not often had Simon seen Penny speechless. His best friend was used to all kinds of situations, so she wasn’t easily surprised. But Simon was.

But now they were both clearly gobsmacked.

Simon heard Penny almost choking on her tea, before someone–probably Rhys–nudged him and brought his attention back to Baz.

Right. Baz.

“I– Uhm.” Simon stared in shock at the dark skinned boy standing in front of him. He looked at his dark boots, at his dark clothes, at his dark nails. At his dark hair. At his dark grey eyes. Everything about him was dark. “Yes,” he said finally. “I’ll go out with you.”

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My Place? - A Jack Maynard Imagine (Buttercream Squad Fan Fiction)

You thought it was a normal night, just hanging out with the guys, having some beers, maybe a little wine, but it wasn’t. It all started out normally, but then you spilled more than your drink to one of the guys about your secret crush.
“Shh! Just forget I told you anything Oli, don’t tell anyone!” You insisted as soon as you accidentally gushed your feelings for Jack Maynard to him. You were both standing in his kitchen opening a couple of beers while the other guys were in the lounge, laughing and chatting loudly.
“So, what are you gonna do? You’ve got to tell him!” Oli replied in a loud whisper.
“No, are you crazy? It would put our friendship at risk, plus I doubt he likes me like that…” You trailed off, feeling insecure about how Jack might react. “Anyway, c'mon we should go back through before they start thinking that WE are up to something!” You said with a giggle. You led the way back through to the lounge and sat down next to Joe.
“Ey up love, you and Oli were gone a while…” Joe hinted, you knew he’d be the first to notice. You were good friends with both Joe and Oli and Joe had always thought something would happen between you and his dark haired friend.
“And? You jealous?” You teased, knowing he would go on the defensive. He took a swig from his beer and shook his head with a hearty laugh.
“Just couldn’t help but notice!” He said with a smirk, “so are we hitting some clubs tonight then guys?” He asked the group.
“I’m down!” Josh called out.
“Same, wouldn’t mind looking for some nice girl to take home, if you know what I mean!” Mikey said with a wink. The rest of the group agreed and Conor called a cab.
“Okay but if we’re going out I gotta go get changed into something nice!” You shouted over the loud music.
“Why? You look nice in what you’ve got on already.” A soft voice whispered from beside you, it was Jack. Goosebumps stood up on the back of your neck and you felt warmth spread through you. You smiled at him but then snapped back into reality.
“Ooh you trying to pull tonight Y/N?” Mikey asked in a teasing voice. You stood up and took a sip of your beer.
“Maybe I am!” You said with a giggle and stuck your tongue out at him before looking around at all the guys to see their reactions. Everyone laughed. You excused yourself and came back 5 minutes later wearing a short black dress that showed off your curves, high heels, and a cropped leather jacket. As you walked back into the lounge some of the guys turned to see you and their jaws dropped.
“Wow Y/N, look at you!” Oli said, trying to act casual.
“Oh my god you ARE trying to pull tonight!” Mikey yelled in surprise.
“Trying? She WILL pull looking like that!” Conor exclaimed, standing up and looking you up and down as though checking you out.
“Like what you see do you?” You said flirtatiously to Conor, before noticing Jack’s eyes slowly wandering over your body, from your feet, to your thighs to your chest and finally your face. He stopped and smiled.
“Nice.” He said non-chalantly, before turning away and drinking the remainder of his beer. A heat grew inside you making you yearn for more from the cool, collected Jack. “Cab’s here!” Conor shouted, he flicked the switch on his music and him and the rest of the guys got up and pulled their jackets on. You all bundled into the cab practically sitting on top of one another, in fact you actually were sitting half on Oli’s lap and half on Conor’s. “Hmm I’m kinda liking this!” Conor teased from under you, he wriggled his hips as though he was humping you and you laughed along with the rest of the guys, except Jack, who instead shot his brother a look of disapproval from opposite you both. You smiled at him, showing that you could take the joke and he smiled back at you. God his smile was perfect you thought to yourself. You pulled up in front of a club and all spilled out of the taxi, Conor paid the driver and gave you his hand to help you out the car.
“Thanks, you’re really on top form tonight huh?” You said flirtatiously. Jack watched you both from the door of the club as he flashed his ID to the bouncer. You all followed him inside and ordered drinks from the bar. “Honestly though Y/N, you look really good in that dress” Conor complimented you, standing very close to you at the bar within earshot of his younger brother.
“Jeez Con, if you like her that much just kiss her already!” Jack grunted in an annoyed tone as he took his drink from the bar and turned away. Conor turned around to face his brother.
“What’s going on with you man? You seem to have a problem with me and Y/N even though we’re just harmlessly flirting” he questioned Jack.
“Yeah? Well maybe I don’t want you to flirt with her!” He said loudly, loud enough for you to hear over the clubs obnoxious dance music. You took a sip of your drink and listened again to their conversation.
“Why? Do you - do you LIKE her?” Conor asked in a shout back to Jack. You peeked over your shoulder and saw Jack place his hand on Conor’s shoulder and pull him further away from the bar, and you. You couldn’t hear them anymore, but if you turned to chat to Josh you could spy on the brothers from the corner of your eye.
“Nice shirt by the way” you said to Josh, eyes flickering over to Conor and Jack who were still speaking in hushed voices.
“Thanks Y/N, wonder what they’re fighting about this time” he replied, taking a drink and nodding towards the Maynard brothers you were both watching.
“Hm? How do you know they’re fighting?” You asked sheepishly, looking back at Josh.
“I lived with them - I know when they’re fighting.” He explained, still watching the brothers. Just then Joe and Caspar walked by them towards you and Josh.
“You heard them bloody rowing?” Joe enquired pointing back at them with his thumb.
“It’s about you y'know Y/N” Caspar chipped in. You looked surprised, not understanding why they would be fighting about you.
“Really? Why? What about me?” You asked in a soft voice. The 4 of you watched them a little longer and they eventually noticed and stopped in their tracks. “What’s going on guys? Why are you fighting?” You asked them, walking over and placing a hand on an arm of each boy. They both looked at you with the same expression on their faces, one you didn’t entirely register. You looked from Jack, to Conor, to Jack again. “Please? Just tell me?” You didn’t direct this question at either of them in particular but it was Conor who answered it.
“Jack’s annoyed because I was flirting with you…” Conor said as he turned towards you. “I told him it was nothing, harmless fun” he announced confidently. Jack stared at his brother in outrage at what he was saying.
“HEY! Conor stop, I need to talk to Y/N” he said before turning to you and taking your hands. “Can we go outside Y/N?” You nodded and before you could say anything else he started leading you towards the door. You felt the chill of the cold air hit your bare legs as you left the building and the boozy smell of the club and sweaty people was now replaced with cigarette smoke and cold air. Jack still had your hand in his and continued leading you down the road, away from the noisy chatter of social smokers and bouncers telling people they’d had too much to drink. You stopped and stood in front of Jack, making him pay attention to you fully.
“Jack where are we going? If you need to tell me something then tell me here, or at least some place warm” you spoke reasonably.
“Okay, I-I… Not here. Come on we can go to that chip shop and have a coffee” he took the lead again, this time hot-footing it towards the chip shop with you following swiftly behind. He ordered a coffee for you both and paid while you found a table in the corner. “Here” he handed you the hot cup and sat down opposite you, twirling his thumbs around each other. It occurred to you that you had never seen Jack like this, he looked thoughtful, no - worried. You blew steam away from the cup and took a long sip of coffee while looking at him in this unusual state.
“Damn that’s good” you whispered breathily trying to amuse Jack who knew you were a coffee fiend. “So… What’s up? You got pissed at Conor for flirting with me? Doesn’t sound like you - usually you’d just flirt along with the rest!” You said in bewilderment.
“Okay, Y/N I got mad at Conor for flirting with you because… Well, I didn’t realise how I felt about you until the rest of the guys started noticing how beautiful you are!” His words came as a shock to even himself. He stared down into his coffee until you spoke again.
“Jack, you - you think I’m beautiful?” You said in a soft stutter, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. You’d been having feelings for Jack for about a month and a half now and he was telling you that he felt the same.
“Of course Y/N, you ARE beautiful. When the rest of them were complimenting you earlier tonight it made me realise I had to up my game if I wanted you to notice me above them. I must have been blind not to see it sooner. I got jealous when they started flirting with you - when Conor was flirting with you I guess I just got a bit… Territorial. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought with him about it but I thought he might have a better chance with you than I did, and that hurt because I really like you.” His confession made you smile and you placed a hand on his.
“Oh Jack, you are so adorable, you know that? If only you knew… If you knew I’ve had a crush on you for the past 6 weeks!” You felt so relieved to finally say it, but you were still nervous about the reaction you might get.
“What? You - 6 weeks? 6 WEEKS?! Holy shit Y/N, oh my god!” Jack stood up fast at this revelation and his hands flew to his head. “I can’t believe all this time we could have been dating!” He added. You blushed through a smile and looked up at him with glittering eyes. He looked so hot tonight. You just wanted to kiss him. Jack took your hand and pulled you to your feet, he then moved in close to your body and you could feel his heart beating like a drum. His hands found your waist and yours climbed their way to his shoulders before your arms slid around his neck. Before anything else was said his lips collided with yours, they battled in a frenzy of heat and passion and you felt like you were the only ones in the room. You weren’t. By now all the other lads had stumbled out of the club to come and find a late night snack. They were all falling over each other to get into the chip shop and had inadvertently found you and Jack not-so-secretly kissing.
“About time you guys hooked up!” Josh cheered, you broke away from the kiss now realising you had been confronted by the group of guys who were ogling you and Jack.
“Yeah, Y/N just told me a couple of hours ago how much she fancied you!” Oli chimed in directing this at Jack.
“Wait, you knew about this?!” Conor shouted at Oli, “and you didn’t think to tell me?” He laughed showing he wasn’t actually angry and they both laughed. The guys all ordered their chip suppers and headed out onto the street, followed by you and Jack with an arm around each other’s waists.
“So…” Joe spoke up while munching on a chip “what do we call you now? Needs a ship name!” He laughed and the rest of the boys started shouting out various combinations of you and Jack’s names while walking towards a taxi rank. Jack on the other hand was too preoccupied with keeping you close to him. His warm arms draped around you like a blanket as you walked along behind the rest of the guys. He kissed your cheek and whispered something in your ear. Something none of the others could hear, but nor would they want to.
“My place?” He breathed. You smiled, nodded and gave him another long happy kiss.

Sky Painted Pretty Colours

summary: you and bucky hate each other, and stages through your relationship

warnings: there are swear words, insults, angst, meh meh

word count: 5,751

requests included:

-> What about if the reader is friends with nat or Wanda and comes by to hangout and says she wants to start working out so bucky volunteers/gets told he has to train her but she comes sporadically when she has time and overtime he likes her and fluffff

->Hey bby! Here’s a request for you: a bucky x reader where the reader is having a little girl conversation (about Bucky) with Wanda and Nat and he overhears :) Idk I find that cute for some reason

A/N: it’s long af and like through the years okay have fun im going to sleep it’s 4:15 am

p.s. read my previous fic

p.p.s. here’s my masterlist

Steve’s grip on the paper he was holding tightened significantly as his ears nearly bled from the constant bickering.

“Shut the fuck up, Bucky.”

“You’re the fuck up. How do I shut you up?” he shot back, making you seethe.

“Says the asshole who can’t even fight properly.” You both circled around the mat.

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Wow, how original, Barnes-”

“Oh my God, will you guys shut it already?! Just train and get out of here!” Steve finally lost it. He would have separated you both long ago, but no one could deny you were good for each other. For all the pent up anger you two had, it was good that you relieved it some way because none of the other the Avengers were able to keep up with you.

Both of you glared at each other but agreed silently as you shut up, continuing the training as usual.

Steve swore the tension could break through his shield if it was materialised.


“Hey JARVIS, where is everyone?” you called out, wondering where the hell everyone was since you were alone in the common room.

“They’re all watching a movie in the home theatre Agent [Y/L/N],” he informed you as confusion took over you. Why didn’t they call you?

As you opened the door to the theatre, the light flooding the mini hall, everyone turned to look at you.

“[Y/N]? We thought you were out.” Steve squinted.

“Who on earth told you that? I’ve been in my room the whole time!” you exclaimed, feeling a little hurt, honestly.

“Buck-” Every head turned to him as he smirked at you.

“That’s just cold, man,” Sam commented as Bucky smirked.

“Well, it wasn’t like your presence was missed. Literally nobody cared.” He shrugged. You looked around at everyone as they looked a little guilty.

“We really thought you were out,” Nat tried to convince you but you gave her a tight lipped smile.

“It’s okay,” you offered, walking down the slope to where Bucky was sitting alone in a row. You sat in the seat next to him, obnoxiously picking up your legs and sitting diagonally in such a manner that your feet were propped up on the chair in front of Bucky to obstruct his view.

“What the fuck?” His eyebrows knitted together.

“Don’t mind my feet, Sam.” You nodded at him as he grinned, figuring out what you were doing.

“How am I supposed to see?” He threw his hands up angrily.

“I don’t know, why don’t you sit somewhere else?” you asked innocently, knowing all the seats were taken up by the remaining members who were fighting smiles.

“Fuck off [Y/N],” he growled and went to move your feet.

“You come near my feet and I will not hesitate to kick you in the face. Don’t fucking try me.”

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First Impressions and Second Chances (part 12)

Summary: He never thought he’d get a second chance with you. Life didn’t work like that and it wasn’t something he’d been counting on. But now, being here with you at his side, he felt like he couldn’t thank the universe enough. He wasn’t going to screw it up this time.

Words: 1,633

Misha x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, angst if you squint

Notes: gah, it’s been forever since i updated! things are starting to flow a little more smoothly for me and i’m planning on keeping updates for this series on a semi-regular basis from here on. as always, feedback is appreciated, and i hope you guys like this part!

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Misha drove together to the convention center, parting ways once you were inside. He stole a quick kiss when no one was looking before heading off, promising to text you throughout the day whenever he had a chance.

You headed towards the room where Jared and Jensen’s panel was about to begin, and took a seat in one of the front rows. The next thirty minutes were spent laughing and cringing at the two answering questions and telling stories, and before you knew it, you were being ushered out to have your duo photo op with them.

The line for the pictures moved pretty fast, and before you knew it you were next to get your picture taken with the two. They smiled as you walked up, making your heart jump. Jensen pulled you into a hug when you were close enough.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good, how are you guys?” It felt so casual, talking to them as if you’d known each other your whole life.

“Tired, but good. Never a dull moment.” Jared grinned. “So what can we do for your photo?”

“Honestly, nothing would make me happier than just a hug from you guys.”

Jensen chuckled. “Yeah, of course. C’mere.”

You were pressed between Jensen and Jared, wrapping your arms around the latter as Jensen hugged you from behind. After the picture was taken, they both pulled you in for another hug. Jared called after you before you could head out.

“Hey, we’ll still see you for lunch, right?”

Another tug at your heart. “Yeah, of course.” You tried to answer as nonchalantly as possible, though you were screaming on the inside. They waved as you walked away, grinning broadly.

You were walking towards the vending machines to grab a snack when your phone started to ring. You pulled it out and answered without checking the caller ID.


“Grab me a Snickers, I’m dying for some sugar.”

You snapped your head around, smiling when you saw Misha watching you from around the corner. Without missing a beat, you hung up and turned back to the vending machine, inserting a dollar and pulling out a Snickers. You walked over to Misha and handed it over to him, leaning up against the wall.

“Don’t have a dollar on you?”

“Nah, I’m just too lazy to walk all the way over there.” You rolled your eyes as he took a bite of his candy bar, humming appreciatively. “God, this is so much better than the granola crap they have in the green room.”

You chuckled. “Hey, so when are we doing lunch?”

Misha grunted in response. “Right, well uh, J and J just got started with photo ops and that’ll probably be a while, so,” he checked his watch, “an hour? Maybe less?” He finished off his Snickers and crumpled up the wrapped, tossing it in a nearby trashcan. “Wanna come back to the green room with me?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He took your hand and you let him lead you back the way he’d come from. “Who all is back there right now?”

“When I left, Mark. But he’ll probably have left to do autographs by now.” He looked at you and smiled. “So it’ll be just us.”

Your heart did another flip. “Yeah?”

“Boring, I know. I guess we’ll just have to find some way to entertain ourselves.” You reached the door to the room and he leaned against it, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You laughed and punched him playfully in the chest.

“You’re an actual child. You know that?”

“Who, me?” He feigned offense before his playful expression was back. “I’ll show you just how grown up I am.”

You groaned as he opened the door, pulling you in. “I hate you.”

He kissed you softly, barely pressing your lips together which sent chills up your spine. “No you don’t.”

About an hour later, Jared and Jensen walked in the green room to find you and Misha laying on the couch, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Jared grabbed a beer from the fridge and smiled at you. “What’s up with you guys?”

You blushed, remembering your previous antics, before you answered him. “Not much, we’re just talking about when we were kids.” You giggled. “Hey, did you guys know that when Misha was in high school, he-”

“No! No no, they don’t get to know that.” Misha quickly covered your mouth with one hand and glared at you.

“Probably nothing we haven’t heard before.” Jensen laughed and sat down at the table.

You wiggled out of Misha’s grasp. “Oh, you’d be surprised.” You ignored Misha’s protests and stood up. “So, where are we eating? I’m starved.”

Jensen’s eyes lit up at that. “You’ll see.”

You ended up driving out of town to a small dine-in place you’d never been to, probably because it was basically in the middle of nowhere. Jensen swore by it, saying they served “the best burgers and fries you can get in a 1,000 mile radius.” You’d laughed at that, having just witnessed a bit of Dean in him at that moment.

The four of you went in and ordered after taking a look at the menu, having settled on the same thing as Jensen, just to be safe. You made small talk as you waited for the food to come out.

“So, do you guys do this a lot?”

“Go out to eat together? Yeah, all the time.” Jared smiled. “We have a pretty similar schedule for the most part, so whether it’s going somewhere or ordering take out for dinner, we’re together a lot of the time while filming.”

“Unfortunately,” Misha mumbled under his breath. Your eyes widened in surprise as Jensen and Jared laughed.

“Whatever, dude. You’re just jealous that you don’t live in Austin and get to see us even more when we’re on break.”

Misha huffed at Jensen’s remark. “Sure, that’s it.”

The conversation went mostly like that for a while, light banter and teasing until your food was ready. The burger you’d ordered was much larger than you expected, and the shock on your face must have been obvious because everyone burst out laughing. You shook your head, grabbing some napkins and pulling your plate closer.

“I accept the challenge.”

Conversation continued as the four of you ate, comments thrown here and there in between bites. Your knee brushed against Misha’s leg at one point, to which he reached down with his left hand and rested it on your thigh, rubbing it every now and then with his thumb. It was a small gesture, but so domestic that it gave you butterflies in your stomach every time he did it.

The whole situation was weirdly comfortable, really. Jared and Jensen sat across from you, making jokes and making an effort to get to know you better. Misha contributed to the conversation, but most of the time he was silent, and when you glanced over at him, he’d be watching you silently and smiling to himself, blushing slightly when you caught him staring.

And in the middle of it, there was never a moment where you felt uncomfortable or out of place. It felt like you just… belonged.


You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Jared, smiling.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“We should probably get going, before people start to wonder where we are.”

“Yeah, of course.” You got up and the others followed suit, Jensen laying down a few bills on the table before heading out to where Cliff was waiting in the parking lot.

You stared out the window the entire way back, participating sparsely in the conversation the four men were having. Misha squeezed your hand at one point and gave you a questioning glance, to which you answered with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, assuring him that you were fine.

When you got back to the convention center, you shared one last hug with both Jared and Jensen before they parted ways.

“Don’t be a stranger, ok?” You nodded and Jensen waved, heading inside.

“Let us know if you’re ever in Vancouver, or Austin, if it’s off season.” Jared smiled. “We’d love to see you again.”

You gave Jared another hug and a muffled “me too” before he followed Jensen in, disappearing through the back door.

Misha wrapped an arm around your waist, walking you in as well.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just a little tired. Probably that huge ass burger I ate,” you lied.

Misha nodded, contemplating before turning a corner and removing his arm from around you. “I gotta go back to do some more autographs, think you’ll be good for a while?”

You nodded, smiling at him reassuringly. He smiled back and kissed you, slow and sweet. “I’ll text you later, ok?”

“Ok.” He started to walk in the other direction, before turning around and blowing you another kiss. You laughed, pretending to catch it in the air and holding it to your chest. He smiled again and mouthed “I love you” before disappearing down the hall.

Sighing, you leaned back against the wall and closed your eyes.

I love you.

The words Misha uttered to you as you slept, at the end of every phone call, every text, even just now as he walked away.

You knew you loved him back. You really did. But were you ready to admit it out loud? After today, there weren’t going to be any more lunch dates with celebrities, no more fun times in back rooms, no more falling asleep next to someone who made you feel wanted and complete. You shook your head.

Why did you have to go and fall in love with your best friend all over again?

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Kaylor: Online Interactions Timeline

I’m not including their likes, but know that they usually like a lot of their pictures (but not all). Note that Taylor has recently been MIA, but Karlie is still active on Instagram and Snapchat. If I missed any posts/updates/replies, please message me.

I linked their posts on the username (on the left). I also included their friends’ posts if they are both in the picture (not all but most). Anyway, here is Kaylor 2012 - 2016 in the media.

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[voltron]: it’s quiet out here

Title: it’s quiet out here

Read it on [AO3]

Summary: In which Allura is pleasantly surprised to see Keith’s calmer side.

(A little, short speculative fic about what Keith/Allura might’ve been up to when they were stuck in the pod during The Ark of Taujeer.)

Probably going to make a series out of this called Peas in a Pod :@) stay tuned~

Also: special thanks to my gorgeous friend @quarrely for reading it over :D

Calm. Still. Peaceful.

The serene state of the world outside their pod is the exact opposite of the chaotic panic currently residing inside of her. Allura’s not sure how long they’ve been flying, but now that the adrenaline from their impulsive decision has faded away, peace is about the farthest thing from her mind. What if the team wakes up thinking they deserted them? What if there’s an attack on the castle? Or worse, what if Zarkon finds the castle despite their efforts and they are unable to make it back in time to form Voltron? What if—

She stops herself and takes a deep breath. They’re away from the castle for completely valid reasons, she reminds herself. The rest of the team should be safer without them.

Wondering whether Keith is feeling just as concerned as she is, she glances over at him to try and gauge his emotional state of being—they’re in this together after all. Much to her confusion though, aside from “extremely focused,” she can’t get a closer reading. His face remains stoic and impassive, seemingly unaffected by any bouts of self-doubt or second guesses. It’s really quite impressive.

She wonders how he can stay so quiet this entire time.

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Original Request: I’m wondering if you can do an 11th Doctor imagine? You just meet the doctor and hate him because he’s killed your race, his upset because he’s been watching you your whole life, you soon grow feeling for him after him taking you into the TARDIS 
A/N: Sorry, that it got so short!! I hope you like it, though!

Finally you saw yourself confronted with the one man you had searched for your whole life. Right in front of you stood the man that claimed to be The Doctor. There he was, in his silly clothing, looking at you with wide eyes, as if he would know you. As if he could see in your eyes the lifes of all the Dakkeerathi he had left to die.

Your home planet, Dishir Prime, had been destroyed. A victim. Not an intruder. The Doctor had allowed it to die. And with it your race.
You were nothing but a child, as it had happened. You yourself did not remember anything about it and no one knew exactly how you managed to survive the attack.

We were almost certain tou had grown up in Deshir Prime. When you closed your eyes, you still could see the schemes of high buildings, surrounded by hundreds of small huts. You could smell the fragrance of the streets, the fields, the mines. But all of this seemed so faint, so weak, that you asked yourself everytime, if it was nothing but a dream.

You had been a toddler, still barely able to connect thoughts, scared, you had been found on Luminar 5 – or so she’d been told by the habitants of that planet. The Solons’ – they called themselves – were known for their kindness. The Solons assumed, that your parents had sent an emergency ship to save you. At least that was the only logical reason you could have survived. And as time went on you grew up, and you grew nosier. You got into trouble more often than you could actually count with your fingers. It wasn’t that you had a bad childhood in particular. It was just, that you were different.
From what you had learned, the Dakkeerathi had evolved from the original inhabitants of your planet and the race that had once lived on Earth. Somehow their genepool had mixed, and the result had been the Dakkeerathi.
The last human had passed severaly decades ago, their previous home planet dead. Like yours. But you were still there. And you most certainly didn’t plan on dying anytime soon.
Your body resembled that of a human. Two legs, two arms, two feet, two hands, two eyes. Your skin was coloured in a colour that shined brightly, as soon as the light touched it. Normally being a dark emerald green, it would change to a colour no human being had ever invented a word for. Your senses were perfect, your skin soft, though hard to injure. That was who you are.

That was what everyone else used to be. Before The Doctor had blown up your planet.

And finally you had found him. Or rather he had found you. You had strolled along the markets of Hyspero, when, suddenly, you had came across something rather unusal in this part of the galaxis.
It was a big, blue box, standing behind a row of market tents. Since your curiosity hadn’t vanished as you had grown, this weird artefact immediately had awoken your interest.
Slowly you approached it, knocking softly on what seemed to be a door.  
When nothing happened, you tried to open it by the handle, but it was locked. Licking your lips, still eyeing the weird box, a voice suddenly caused you to turn around.
„It’s locked.“
You jumped slightly, staring at the male, who had been smiling at you, almost like a child would when boast with his newest toy to his jealous friends.
You were still thinking, if you should stutter or run, as the man’s eyes suddenly grew wide. He opened his mouth looking as if he wanted to say something, but closed it again immediately after. Confused at this behaviour, you furled your brows.
Hesitating slightly, you stepped closer, eyeing him suspiciously. „Who are you?“, you asked, realising to late, that you were the one lingering around his blue box, not the other way around.
Nonetheless the man didn’t seem offended. Not at all. He just stared at you, before regaining his composure, introducing himself.

„I am The Doctor.“
And with this single sentence, everything inside your mind had snapped.

„Y-You are The Doctor?“, you stuttered disbelieving.
Here you were on a beautiful day, encountering the guy you hated most, while strolling over Hyspero.
The Doctor just nodded. „You know me“, you realised, not being able to do anything else than stare at him. Again he nodded.

„Then you also knew Dishir Prime“, you stated dryly, watching his reaction.
He licked his lips. „Oh yes. I knew. If the Daleks, hadn’t-“
Hearing this lame excuse, something started hammering inside your head, ripping you out of your stiffness.
„Oh, yes. It was the Daleks fault. And who led them there? Who was responsible for them coming directly to Dishir Prime?“
„It was Dishir Prime, or the entire second galaxis.“

Your voice broke and tears of anger started to build in your eyes.
„You could have saved them. You could. But you didn’t.“ The anger welling up further in you, you clenched your fists. „Do you have any idea how it feels like to hear of you?“ A little quieter you added: „Do you have an idea of how it feels like to be the last of your kind?“
To your surprise the look on The Doctor’s face had suddenly changed. Sadly, almost regretting, he looked at you, nodding slowly. „Oh, yes. I do.“ Agast of this sudden change of mood, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how much time had passed, before The Doctor started to speak again.
„I saved you.“

You flexed your hands, confused by this sudden change of topic. „What?“
„I landed. Tried to warn your people. But they thought they could handle the Daleks alone. And then I found you. You were lost. Alone. So I took you, and I brought you to Luminar 5. I checked on you every few years. You were growing, you were healthy.“ A small smile twitched around the corners of his lips. A sad smile, though. „You were alive.“
You took a shaky breath, trying to organise your thoughts.

„Is that supposed to make me feel better?“ The Doctor shook his head. „No.“
Again a small smile darted over his face. „But I know of something that could. Come with me. I can show you so much more. Thousands of planets and galaxies. Even your ancestors.“
Shocked you shook your head. Was this man even real?

„Why should I go with you? Why should I even trust you?“
He hesitated. „Because we have a lot more in common than you think.“ After a short pause he added. „And because I want to make up for what I’ve done.“

It needed a lot more of persuasion, but as soon as he had said that he wanted to make up for what he had done, you saw something in his face. Maybe honesty, maybe just regret. But whatever it was, it had caught your attention.
As you finally entered the TARDIS – though not without a slight hesitation – you could do nothing else other than stand inside with an open mouth, staring at what you saw.
„I know, right?“, The Doctor grinned triumphantly.
Still amazed you started walking through the bright room, letting your hand slide over the panel right in the middle. It was amazing.
Suddenly you thought of something.
„Anywhere in time and space, huh?“, you asked, whereupon the Doctor proudly nodded, obviously more than fond of his ship. You bit your lip. This could be your chance.
„Can we go to Dishir Prime?“ Immediately The Doctor’s expression darkened again. Well, it was worth a try. Even before he answered you sighed, knowing what he would say.
„I’m sorry. But no, we can’t.“ To your surprise his face lit up again. „But I can show you something else.“
Enthusiastically he started pushing and turning the buttons and levers at the control panel, leaving you standing in awe, while you watched him, until you felt the TARDIS blast off.

You’ve seen him struggle. You’ve seen him hurt.
And after all this time you had understood, that The Doctor wasn’t an evil man. He was the opposite of it. A way too good man, stuck in too many decisions. And this time, since it had been either one planet, or thounsands of other races, he had made the right one.
You would have been proud to die for the second galaxis. Yet, you lived. And you were thankful for that.

Thinking about all of this, you looked up from the TARDIS screen, turning your gaze to him.
„Hey, Doctor“, you said, a small smile playing around the corners of your lips.
„Maybe you’re not so bad after all.“

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anonymous asked:

I saw you did the Minor Trio reacting to competitive skater MC (and aaaah it was so wonderful), so what about the RFA reacting to that?

✿ well yes i also love yuri on ice. Minor Trio was done here!


  • There does not exist a more loving, devoted, obsessive fan that Yoosung.
  • He’s good at devoting his complete time and attention to things - look at his fixation with LOLOL! And when he meets you and sees you skate, all of that passion transfers to you.
  • Yoosung throws himself into the sport wholeheartedly. He follows blogs, researches your fellow skaters, brushes up on the terminology, learns about all the competitions… and he accompanies you to each one, always desperate to see you skate one more time.
  • It doesn’t matter that he’s seen your program over a hundred times by now, watching it grow from its inception to what you perform on the rink. He falls in love with it again each time he sees it, and even more so, he falls in love with you.
  • The minute you get off the rink, he bounds up to you, gushing about how that’s the best performance he’s ever seen and you’re incredible, you must have beaten your last record!
  • It doesn’t matter if you missed a jump or put on your worst show that season - Yoosung is just so amazed by you that he thinks every time he sees you is the best thing ever.


  • He’s so, so incredibly jealous at first, because he thinks that - at any moment - he might lose you, incredible, beautiful, talented you, to someone who can appreciate your sport better.
  • Zen gets antsy when male skaters talk to you. “All men are beasts,” he says to you, getting protective as he tries to warn you from them. “It - it doesn’t matter if they’re pretty beasts; they’re beasts!”
  • zen calm down ur being weird
  • He tries to learn how to skate so he won’t lose out to other guys, which is hilarious. Zen is.. graceful, beautiful, and talented, but he thinks he can rush past all the basics and get right into the fancy footwork.
  • After ending up on his butt more times than he can count, he asks you for your help, and you find him to be an enthusiastic and charming student.
  • It’s fun, teaching him to skate, but you also repeatedly assure him that no, you think he’s wonderful and no, you aren’t going to leave him for another skater. Seriously. Doesn’t he trust you?
  • Doesn’t he believe in your relationship?
  • His insecurity fades, but his desire to skate doesn’t - because it’s something he can share with you now. Slowly, you teach him, and as he learns more about skating, he only grows to appreciate what you do even more.
  • Remembering his failures gives your grace a lot of context.


  • She’s bringing you coffee when she sees you skate for the first time, and the way the light catches your hair as you twirl makes her drop both drinks on the floor.
  • If Zen’s performances gave Jaehee a reason to live, than yours give existence itself meaning. You’re gorgeous, you’re stunning, and she immediately goes to the internet searching for pictures and videos of you in every costume ever.
  • She starts collecting memorabilia - figures? yes. dvds? yes. t-shirts? yes, and she is in the FRONT ROW of the rink from now on, proudly wearing your face on her chest.
  • She actually gives you very interesting and thoughtful feedback on your performances, and she applies much of what she learned being a fan of Zen to helping you perfect your own acting and expressions.
  • Every time you steal the audience’s heart, you steal hers along with it, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever be the same.


  • He sits in the stands, along with hundreds of other screaming fans, and he is completely captivated.
  • No one can get through to Jumin Han while he’s watching your competitions. Someone could be shouting in his ear about how Elizabeth the III was dying in the next room, and he wouldn’t even flinch or look away for a second.
  • the man does not blink. he does not want to miss a single second.
  • He’s not effusive in his praise, but the expression on his face tells you everything you need to know. He looks at you like you are his entire world.
  • And… you kind of are.
  • You understand him, all of his emotions - and he can feel the essence of you from the way you skate. With some smugness, he thinks of the fans around you and how they think they know you, but… do they?
  • No. They know what you want them to see. But he can see the true you in the way you twirl across the ice, and he guards that knowledge like a precious treasure.


  • if you hear one more ice pun, you are going to plant the blade of you skate directly into his face.
  • “Man, I don’t know how I’m going to skate around that topi-” 707 says, and you start chasing him with your show.
  • He’s always suggesting more and more elaborate costumes and theme ideas for your performances. Once, you actually take him up on one, and do an entire routine centered around the theme of feline grace.
  • (you have little kitty ears as part of your costume. seven takes so many pictures.)
  • When he’s being romantic, he’ll ask you to take him skating through the stars. You’ll glide through the milky way, you and him, and he babbles about it with this loving, dreamy expression on his face.
  • For his birthday, you tell him to come to the local ice rink you use to practice. It’s dark, and he’s confused - until one of your friends turns on the light, revealing that rink has been outfitted with million star lights to give it a dim, otherworldly glow.
  • He stares at you as you skate up to him in a glow-in-the-dark outfit and give him a pair of ice skates in his size. Once he’s put them on, you take his hands gently and pull him onto the ice.
  • “I can’t really take you skating through the sky,” you say with a guilty smile before gesturing to all the star lights. “So I tried to get it close. You like it?”
  • “Yes!” He shouts, beaming - and you have to catch yourself on the railing to keep himself from toppling you over with a hug.
Rose Petal Hands | Chapter One of Four Archive of Our Own
Summer, 1776: Nathan Hale's spy mission leaves tomorrow, why does it feel like this is the last time he'll ever see Benjamin Tallmadge?
By Organization for Transformative Works

American Revolution RPF, American History RPF, 18th Century CE RPF

Nathan Hale (1755-1776)/Benjamin Tallmadge

Tags: Young Love, Last Kiss, Brief Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Roller Coaster, Cuddling & Snuggling, This is the last time they ever see each other, Foreshadowing Death, Fight Scene, Tags will be updated

Part 2 of the Early American History | Stories They Won’t Tell series (fics places in the series get rearranged by date in happens in)

Words so far: 2,002

Chapter: ¼


September 14th, 1776 || 6:48 p.m.

6 days, 16 hours, 2 minutes till Nathan Hale’s death

“Reviv’d a little by your letter,

With hopes of speeding better,

At length I venture forth once more

But fearing soon to run ashore.”




         Two bodies lunged themselves together in the translucent twilight, filling the hollow emptiness between their chest and arms. Benjamin Tallmadge recognized straight blonde locks cascading down the back of Nathan Hale’s azure uniform and his heart skipped a beat mere seconds prior; he could recognize him from anywhere. The slightly taller man’s hand folded behind the shorter’s back and looped their fingers together, tugging their stomachs together and breathing in every single bit of each other. There was comfort now, in the brief alteration witnessed by rows of tents stretching out across the valley’s sloping hills.

         Ben buried his nose in Nathan’s collar, shutting his eyes briefly, leaning deeply into the interaction, “Pythias…”

         Breath on the back of his neck and a cheek held against his ear, “Damon…”

         Not wishing to cause a scene, they reluctantly tugged off one another, a shock attempting to displace them back together. They both hadn’t caught a truly extraordinary sight of one another’s faces quite yet and the tips of their noses brushed slightly as they extracted from one another, maintaining proximity, grasping hands on each other’s forearms as if they were afraid each other would let go. Releasing, staring point blank at one another. Passion flashed in Nathan’s sky blue eyes and Ben swore he saw lightning flash across his pupils; the once boyish glare that his face owned was replaced with war like bags almost painted underneath his eyelids.

         At the same time, Nathan wished to trace the imprint of his thumb across the two wrinkles that now were forming at the center of his lover’s brow, those weren’t there before. Those two little wrinkles most likely from the New Yorker’s uncanny ability to scrunch his face quizzically ever so often. Some stubble ran across the line of Nathan’s jaw, a craving to kiss that bone didn’t subside, I’ll have to wait till later. Subsequently, Nathan gazed down to trace over the curve of Ben’s lips and his mouth began to grow ravenous–here he was, after weeks and he couldn’t even kiss him, let alone brace him for extended than a few meager seconds. His chest began to grow cold and he ached with longing for an extended touch. Their glares met wildly, holding depths so familiar, Ben was already plunged.

         The corner of Nathan’s thin, pale lips curled up, coiling his knuckles around that man’s bicep, “You’re here.”

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See you in April (Chapter 2)

A/N - Hey guys, I’m back back back back back again! First of all thank you so much for the lovely feedback I received for Chapter 1, and I’m ever so sorry that this has taken so long - I won’t bore you all with the details but I have a lifelong medical condition that can sometimes flare up quite badly and I was all ready to finalise this chapter and submit it then bam, emergency surgery and 3 weeks in the hospital for me! But I’m back home now and ready for you guys.

Also, whilst I was in the hospital I got a bit carried away and this chapter ended up being close to 10,000 words… so I have split it into two parts and Chapter 2.5 will be with you soon. I would find the link for Chapter 1 in case you missed it but I’m clueless on my phone, but I’m sure you can find it in my author tag! For now, Chapter 2/2.5 is taking you on a long and angst ridden journey right back to where it all began, 6 months before Trixie steps into Katya’s apartment and has “the talk.” Backstory come through!

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I Love You

Requested by: nobody lol but it was made for @chronicfangirling

Submission: n/a

Summary: Y/N and Jin are crushing on each other and after Y/N graduates from medical school Jin finally confesses

Genre: Fluff

Word Count is 1,174

Originally posted by wood-storm

               Growing up things were never easy for you and your family but you always managed to get through It with a smile on your face and hope in your heart. When you were fourteen you lost your parents in a car accident where they were hit head on by a drunk teenager. Your mother died on impact and your dad lived in a coma for weeks before being announced brain dead. You were angry and upset and when you found out that the kid who had caused this was barely harmed your anger worsened. You were in therapy and anger management for years before you could finally forgive the kid. You had lived with your aunt ever since the accident and she took good care of you. She still did even after you had graduated high school and went off to medical school.

               Now here you were standing proudly at twenty four years old graduating medical school with a degree and a residency lined up for yourself. You smiled proudly at your aging aunt as she sat in the front row beside two chairs that had a picture of your mom and dad placed on them. Tears pooled in your eyes as you looked up at the sky and smiled hoping your parents were looking down on you proudly. After all you had went into medicine to be able to prevent death and help people to make up for not being able to save them.

               After the ceremony you met with your aunt and your cousin Jimin who had arrived late due to being an idol and having tight schedules. You had also noticed that he had brought his other group mates and you let a bright smile spread across your face as your eyes landed on the eldest member. Kim Seokjin, the man you have known since Jimin joined BigHit and the man she had slowly fallen for. “Congratulations Y/N!” You heard them all call out before you were pulled into a huge group hug and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “Thank you guys!” you said softly as you enjoyed the hug and once you all pulled away your aunt pulled you in for another hug. “Your parents would be proud of you Y/N, I’m proud of you” your aunt whispered in your ear causing the tears in your eyes to slid down your cheeks.

               You managed to pull yourself together and your cousin announced that he was going to treat everyone to dinner to celebrate your graduation. You tried to refuse but you cousin just shook you off and pushed you to the car before you could say anything more. You shook your head softly and quickly buckled your seatbelt as the other loaded up into the large van. You smiled softly as you looked at the picture of your parents that sat on your lap before you placed it in your bag. When you looked back up you noticed that you were squished between Jungkook and Seokjin. You felt your face flush and your cheeks heat up at the feeling of your side being pushed against Jin’s. You quickly turn your head to face Jungkook and engage in a conversation with the younger male.

               Behind you Jin lets out a small sigh as a pout forms on his plump lips and he sits back in his seat as he watches you and Jungkook giggling away and he wonders why you don’t talk to him like that. To anyone around they knew he was jealous as he made it painfully obvious when he took to glaring at Jungkook behind your back. From the moment he met you Jin had fallen madly in love with you and spent the years he’s known you to get closer to you and finally confess. That was harder than he had thought because you seemed to avoid him at all cost and flee the room when your alone together. He had begun to think you hated him until he overheard you talking to your best friend about him. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when he heard you say you liked him he was frozen to the spot.

               That was almost a month ago and he had taken that time to build his courage and plan the best confession for you because he knew you deserved the best. He had decided weeks ago that today would be the day he would confess and he had more than a little help with his plan. First he had Jimin invite everyone out to celebrate your graduation and then Jimin would tell you that he had something for you. He would then lead you to a secluded part of the restaurant that he had set up with candles and flowers and their own meal away from everyone. From then on Jimin would leave and he would finally confess his love for you.

               When you arrived at the restaurant you immediately went to the bathroom to take off your cap and gown and once you were out you saw Jimin waiting for you outside the door. “Hey Chim what’s up?” you asked your voice showing off your confusion and Jimin just smiled “I have something for you, follow me” he said. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away to a secluded area and once you got there you saw Jin sitting at the table surrounded by flowers and candles and in the dishes in front of him was your favorite meal. You raised your eyebrows in confusion as your heart began to race and you quickly turned to ask Jimin what was going on but he was long gone. When you turned back Jin was now standing a few inches away from you with a nervous smile on his face.

               "Y/N, sit down please" he said softly before pulling out a chair across from his and you hesitantly sat down while watching his every move. Once he sat he let out a nervous giggle and looked up at you and you noticed his cheeks were bright pink. “I know this seems a bit weird but this was the perfect scenario in my head” he said softly as he noticed your confusion. “I’m just going to be straightforward since I’m nervous and I’ll end up blabbing forever if I spill my feelings like I want” he said. “Y/N I like you and not as a friend but as something more and I guess I always have” he said “I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” he asked. You felt your cheeks heat up and you immediately stood up which made Jin’s eyes widen in panic to which you giggled. “Calm down Jin, I’m just getting up to give my boyfriend a kiss” you said confidently as you walked over to him. His eyes widened as you pulled him up out of his seat and connected your lips. “I love you Y/N” he muttered between kisses “I love you too Jin”.


***Hope y'all don’t mind another semi smut 😉😉 This is another one of those where there’s more specific descriptive details so it’s a little closer to an OC but still a little open for everything to try and insert themselves.***

Happy sat on the lounge couch as the show carried on around him. People were talking, laughing, drinking, but his only focus was you. His eyes were glued to you now, the same way they’d been all night. The same way they’d been for the past 2 weeks. You were his newest addiction.

He’d come with Jax and the rest of his brothers to this new strip club near Lodi to have a business meeting and it just so happened to have been your shift. He wasn’t really interested in the meeting in the first place to be honest, he was simply there for backup and muscle, so it wasn’t all that shocking that the dancers of the night had caught his attention. What was shocking however was you, or even more so was his attraction to you. You were absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful face, luscious hair, shapely hips, and perfect rhythm. You rolled your hips like there was a man beneath you and while you never removed your panties, it was safe to say your dancing provided the most obscene and worthwhile show. You danced like a pornstar and he couldn’t help but crave to find out how you fucked. Despite the physical aspects though, there was something else about you that was different.

All the other dancers blended in with each other to where if you weren’t front row, you couldn’t really tell who was who. You weren’t like that. While the others had their glittery neon bikinis, you were always in black. Sometimes satin, sometimes leather, sometimes lace, sometimes all three, but it was always black. You wore chokers, garters and thigh high stockings, a more devious look than all the rest. They went for the innocent, teenage schoolgirl look that all the middle aged men seemed to drool over while you ran in the opposite direction. You were all dark smokey eyes and mysterious sin, and Happy loved it.

He was captivated by you the moment you walked on the stage and found himself becoming more and more infatuated with you every time he came to watch you. From the moment he saw the way your hips swayed as you walked onto the stage, he was in a trance and soon enough he found himself riding over to the club to watch your shows. He could easily get a show at the clubhouse, there were plenty of Croweaters that would die to have his attention and would be putty in his hands, but that wasn’t want he wanted. He didn’t want it easy. He liked the chase and you were perfect. He knew you did private shows in the back VIP rooms for the right price and he’d gotten a couple from the others but never from you. He’d asked for an appointment and you’d declined. You were arguably the clubs best girl and the owner let you pick and choose your clients, so you liked to tease him. You wanted to make him work for it. He never wasted time going after girls that played hard to get and you knew that from the other dancers. For some reason though, he always would come and watch you anyways, then see if you would take him as a private client.

He watched as you effortlessly swung your body around the pole, your form full of grace. Your strength made all your movements smooth and you never looked like you got tired. Happy was always front row and thus the center of your focus often. You’d never spoken more than a few words to each other but in the repeated visits, you’d warmed up to him and every now and then, you’d give him a quick, free lapdance. Tonight was no different. You looked down at him from your spot on the stage as you noticed him and smirked, your long lashes fluttering. The dark, heavy, perfectly blended eyeshadow on your lids enhanced the predatory look in your eyes as you looked down at the Son and Happy noticed his pants becoming a little tighter. Usually he was the one with that look. To feel like the prey wasn’t something he was used to but it made him hard none the less.

You seductively walked down the steps off the stage and right over to where Happy sat. You dragged a black painted fingernail over your blood red lips as you swayed your hips, your bare breasts on full display as you lifted your arms above your head. Happy’s eyes were glued to you. He stared at your breasts, mouth practically watering and he couldn’t help but wonder what your skin would taste like. You turned around and sat yourself down in his lap, rubbing your ass against the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. He kept his hands on the armrest of the chair, no matter how badly he wanted to touch you, but you grabbed ahold of them and placed them on your body, running them along your smooth skin. He was so focused on your body that he had yet to notice the other jealous patrons glaring or that your routine had finished until you were kissing his cheek before getting up and walking backstage.

He waited until the next girl came on and finished off the rest of his beer, then stood, walking over towards the back. He gave his name and the guard went back to ask you, once again, if you’d take him as a private client. Happy was prepared to hear a no like usual and was pleasantly surprised when the guard came back with a nod.

“She said to give her 10 minutes then she’ll see you in the back. Right hall, room 13.”


He walked down the corridor and read all the numbers on the doors, until he got to yours. It happened to be the one at the very end of the hall and he smirked as he noticed that even your door was black. He knocked and waited for a couple seconds before he finally heard your voice clearly for the first time.

“Come in.”

He took the doorknob in his hand, twisting it and pushing the door open. As he walked in, he saw you standing with your back to him over by your vanity. As you looked in the mirror, he stood with his hands in his pockets and looked around. Your room had the same vibe that you did, dark and alluring.

Now you wore a black satin robe and when you turned around, he saw that you’d changed into another set of lingerie. Lace and satin, less skimpy than the last but black as always. The robe was tied loosely in the front so he couldn’t see what panties you wore but your bra was completely visible and your cleavage was perfect as ever. Your garter belt and stockings were gone as well leaving your smooth legs completely exposed. The two of you locked eyes and for the first time, he saw the color of your eyes. The darkness of the lounge never let him see what color they actually were.

He closed the door behind him and then faced you again. You had a light smile on your face that could almost be called a smirk and you motioned for him to come over to you. He followed and you pushed him gently to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands came up to settle on your hips as you stood between his legs. You brought a hand up and gingerly ran your fingers over the peach fuzz on his scalp.

“Happy, right?”

He looked up at you and nodded.

“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard about you.”

He gave another nod and you tilted your head to the side.

“You’re not one for words, are you?”

He shook his head and you chuckled.

“Well that’s gonna have to change babe because I only like participating clients. Actually,”

You paused and raked your eyes over his form. Extensive tattoos from what you could see, a furrow etched permanently into his brow, frown lines from a scowl you were told was his default expression. He carried a knife in the sheath on his hip and you’d noticed the outline of a gun in his waistband under his shirt a couple times. He was rough, rugged, manly and dangerous. The exact type that wasn’t easily dominated or subdued and you found yourself growing excited at the thought of the challenge.

“Stand up.”

He followed your order and stood from the bed, towering over you. Your chests were practically pressed together as he looked down at you with hunger. You smiled up at him in return and gave him a quick peck on the jaw before knotting your hands in the hem of his plain white tee. Lifting it up and pulling it over his head, you found yourself enamored with his ink. He watched you as you traced the outlines with your finger, starting at his tummy. You worked all the way up to his collar bones and stopped to read the spread out words there.

“I live I die I kill for my family.”

You read the words out loud and then looked back up at him.

“I like that.”


With a laugh, you reached down and gripped the handle of his knife, pulling it from the sheath and looking it over.

“Cold Steal Tanto. Nice.”

If he hadn’t been intrigued before, now he definitely was.

“I like a girl who knows her knives.” “I like a man who knows how to use a knife.”

Kissing along his chest while simultaneously reaching behind him, you grasped the handle of his Glock and pulled it from the back of his jeans.

“I’ve never had a Son in here before. You know, you’re not supposed to have this back here. Normally I’d have Roger frisk you before you came in and hold your stuff in a safe until you leave but I didn’t take you for the type of guy to give up his weapons very easy.”

He smirked and nodded.

“You were right.”

You placed the gun down on the table along with the knife and then got started on his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the loops. His pants were down in seconds and you were pushing him back on the bed. He looked up at you as you pulled the bow on the front of your robe loose. It fell open and revealed your lingerie but you were already climbing onto of him. He reached up and pushed the robe from your shoulders, the fabric falling into a heap on his thighs. You threw it off and began to grind against him. The thin layers of his boxers and your panties was the only barrier keeping you separated but he could still feel how good you were. His hands went to your hips as you leaned down and began kissing along his throat.

He reveled in the feeling of your lips on his skin and you moaned quietly as he gripped your ass firmly in your hands, rubbing you against him harder, clearly looking for more friction and control.

“You want me?”

He nodded quickly and you pulled away, sitting on his hips and tracing the tip of your finger against his lips.

“Nuh uh. Use your words.”

“I want you.”

It was short and to the point but it was enough and you smirked, leaning back a little and slipping your panties off.

“I hear they call you Killer.” “You heard right.”

He eyed you hungrily and lifted his lips to help you pull his boxers off.

“Well then, Killer, I guess I owe you a good time for being so patient. Most guys would’ve just given up after I said no the third time.”

Happy reached down and gripped himself, rubbing his shaft against your clit and lips. His ego swelled at the moans you left out.

“I ain’t like most guys.”

With a nod, you gripped him yourself and lifted your hips before bringing them back down, sinking down on him slowly. You gasped quietly as he entered you, his size definitely taking a second to adjust to. Once you did, your rocked your hips with ease and Happy threw his head back. Your body rolled like waves and the motions were seamless. With your hands planted in his chest, you used it as leverage and began to bounce softly. You were taking it slow, trying to drag it out for him. He’d paid good money after all. You didn’t usually do sex, only more X rated lapdances and strip teases. Only 2 or 3 men had gotten the chance to go all the way with you and usually it was the dollar that decided how far you’d go. Happy was different. You just wanted him. The slow pace didn’t seem to be what he liked though and suddenly he had you on your back, his hands on your calves as he lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Can I…”

You nodded and licked your lips looking up at him.

“Show me what you got, Killer.”

Immediately he started a hard deep pace, your eyes rolling back. He wasn’t overly rough but he made sure you felt everything and you felt a little annoyed at yourself for holding him off this long. Your ankles by his ears, he placed him fists on the bed beside you and picked up the pace. Your flirtatious attitude went away and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t faking it. Every single moan and whimper was real, and he could tell. It was him now that was all smirks as he watched you writhe beneath him. He gripped you by your thighs and pushed your kegs forward until your knees were practically resting against your breasts, opening you up to him. Your hands gripped into his biceps tightly as he slid back inside of you and he dipped his head down, kissing your lips for the first time. He wasn’t gentle or tender, he was rough and demanding but you seemed to enjoy it that way and Happy already knew that he’d be coming to you a lot more often. He’d be sure of that.