i scanned and fixed this as best i could since it was in three parts

For You{1} [Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:I changed it a lil bit,hope you don’t mind!This is my very first Jeff imagine so please bear with me;)Also,i decided to divide this imagine into two or three parts.Oh,and feedback is always welcome:)-M

part 2     part 3      part 4      part 5   tags: @leviathan-cas-05     @gamesandremixes    @shamless-wolfies

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Ever since Y/N came to Liberty High,the students just couldn’t stop talking about her;the new girl was really beautiful and seemed really kind.Just because she was quite an introvert,the first person she started hanging out with was Clay Jensen.They would walk in the halls,they would do school projects together and sometimes they would go to Monet’s for coffee or milkshakes.

It hadn’t been long until Y/N got slightly annoyed by the behavior of a specific boy who obviously wasn’t happy with her existence;Jeff Atkins.One of the most popular boys at school and one of the best football players.But he didn’t take girls seriously.His longest"relationship"wasn’t longer than two weeks,Clay told her.

There was something on him though,something that made her stomach flip whenever he passed by.Was it his beautiful face?His muscular body?His adorable laugh?Maybe his talent?She couldn’t tell.But she wanted to get to know him,that she could tell for sure.But she decided to quit thinking about him after the “hall incident” as everyone called it.

Y/N was late for last period and with many books in her hands,she was hurriedly heading to her next class.Her eyes were fixed on the floor,as always and unfortunately she didn’t see the figure in front of her.Only when she bumped into him and fell down on her butt,did she realize.Her books were all over the floor.

“What the hell Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice shouting.Embarrassed,she looked up and came face to face with a very angry Jeff Atkins.The cup of coffee he was holding just seconds ago had fallen on his white shirt,the hot liquid soaking it.

Without breaking eye contact but in tears, she stood up on her own and making sure her skirt was in the right place, she replied in a low voice.

“I’m so sorry Jeff,i wasn’t look-”

“Looking,yeah!But you know what?For once in your life just stop daydreaming and be aware of your surroundings!You’re so annoying!“He said harshly and glancing at his shirt,he let out a sigh.

“I can’t believe this is happening…"Jeff said between his gritted teeth,rubbing the soaked fabric.

The lump in Y/N’s prevented her from speaking.She just stood there,hurt.A few tears escaped her eyes but she quickly whipped them away.Were Jeff’s words true though?Was she annoying?Was he exaggerating or just stating facts?No,he didn’t know her.He didn’t know her at all.He didn’t have the right to talk about her like this.

“I can…I can help you clean it,if you want-” she offered with a shaky voice but he interrupted her once again.

“Nah,i think you’ve done enough,sweetheart…” And pushing past her,he left, fast-pacing probably to the bathroom.

Y/N bit her lip.So hard that she started tasting blood.What did she ever do to him?Yeah,they had once or twice exchanged a “hey” or a “goodbye” during chemistry classes but other than that,she didn’t really talk to him.How can a person be irritated by someone else just by looking at them?

“Y/N are you okay?“Clay broke her thoughts.He had already picked up all her books and handed them to her.

Y/N’s eyes wandered from the students who witnessed the whole thing to Clay.She then turned around and saw Jeff slowly being out of sight.

“Yeah,i am fine,i guess…"She mumbled and letting out a huge breath she didn’t know for how long she’d been holding in,she patted her friend’s shoulder.

“Jeff is bad news Y/N.Don’t stress over it.He’s rude towards everyone most of the times.Are you hurt?“He asked curiously and quickly scanned her body.

"I’m perfectly fine,thanks Clay.Guess i’ll see you around.” She said rather quickly and literally and started walking to her next class.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket so she stopped moving,taking it out to see who had messaged her.

It was her friend Jessica.

"Huge party tomorrow night.My place.Come over after school for all the details.Best part,your lovely Jeff will be there!;)”

She felt sick to her stomach as she finally went into class.The teacher hadn’t arrived yet;well,she wasn’t the only one who got late.She quietly found a place next to Justin Foley -the only one empty-who acknowledged her with a smirk.

“Great,just…Great…I hate parties…"She told herself and sighed.

A night full of surprises had been waiting for her.She just didn’t know.

Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3

“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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Up All Night

Title: Up All Night

Characters: AU!Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You’re not exactly what your officemates think of you.

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Not entirely happy with how this came out but meh whatever. Might take a while for me to update DDHTK so have this one first lol. Hope you guys enjoy!

Italicized paragraphs are flashbacks. ;)

“Good mor— damn, girl! Did you work on your presentation all night?!”

You shook your head as you chuckled at Sherry’s comment when you settled down in your cubicle beside hers. She stared you down with a look of worry and you simply couldn’t blame her for reacting that way. The dark circles under your eyes were well, darker than usual— you did look like you haven’t slept in days. Your hair was still slightly damp and was unruly since your alarm failed to wake you up and cut your preparation time about twenty minutes short.

“You could say that.” You told her with a shrug, taking out your laptop and switching it on.

Sherry let out a sigh, “Such an overachiever. Well, I think you should prepare before the big boss arrives. You’ve got…” she trailed, looking at her watch to check the time. “Exactly fifteen minutes to fix yourself.”

You silently cursed and hurriedly brought out your mirror and make-up bag. Your big pitch was today and you didn’t want to show up in the conference room looking like complete shit. Plus, showing up unprepared would only cause you a lot of negative feedback from your boss, Negan. And being the good employee that you were, that was the last thing you wanted to happen.

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Did You Forget Something?

Summary: Bucky takes you out on your first date, but he decides to bring along an unexpected guest.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Jade

Warnings: none

Word count: 1459

A/N: This is legit just something that’s been hanging around in my drafts for a while. As always, thanks for reading!


Your daughter and Bucky stood awkwardly in your apartment’s living room as you finished getting ready for your date.

Yesterday afternoon, you had been in such a hurry at the grocery store that you bumped into Bucky’s cart at the end of the pasta aisle. After a lot of blushing and charming smiles, you had confidently asked for his number. For someone who had been such a lady charmer in the 1940s, Bucky was flustered by your boldness. The connection was instant though, and you had both decided to go on your first date tonight.

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SasuSaku Fest 2017
Day 4- Sasuke’s Regrets
I Should’ve Killed You
Summary: Sasuke’s rescue mission told from his point of view. They’re trapped in that sinful, life-saving embrace and all he could think of was how he regretted not killing that pink annoyance before.
A/N: Okay, first of all, I HATED THIS THEME! I mean, Sasuke barely has any regrets in his life, right? AHH! How annoying! Well, apart from that, I also have to thank @ tanubhatnagar for sending me a request that actually matched the idea I had. It’s not long and it’s basically all about descriptions, but I’m quite happy with the way it turned out in the end! I literally slept with three manga volumes this night, and I’ve lost count of how many times I kept looking at those beautiful SasuSaku panels XD Thank you, @ tanubhatnagar , I hope you and everyone else enjoy what I did to your idea! Please, leave me a comment with your opinion! Feedback is always important!
He knew he shouldn’t have done that.

He knew it, as soon as he laid his eyes on her, that he shouldn’t have done what he did. He shouldn’t have hoped, longed and certainly not struggled so hard to reach that closing opening created by Haruno Sakura’s absurd strength.

He shouldn’t have held her like that.

Blame the heat to which his body was exposed to just moments before, or even the sudden need to use his immature powers, but Uchiha Sasuke had done the one thing he could have never imagined doing during the war. He had his hand resting against the exposed skin of her arm, her body pressed against his chest and he could feel his fingers grazing a rough, wet bruise that he soon realized to be a scald.

Her perfectly pale skin was entirely ripped, as it burned red against his palm. His touch was probably stinging like hell, but in the state she was currently found, the Uchiha doubted she could even feel her arm at all. Whatever had happened to her during the time he was away, he could see her body and easily tell that she had gone through hell, barely coming out alive from it.

Sakura was sweating more than he was, as her pink hair was sticking to her head, only the end of her locks blowing with a passing breeze that hit their bodies. She was clearly defeated and vulnerable, as her entire weight was released on his chest. That girl couldn’t take a single step by herself without him, and the reason behind that was clearly the fact that she had depleted her chakra levels in order to bring him back.

He owed her a lot at that moment, and yet, he regretted being there by her side, holding her up.

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Begin Again

Based on this request x

Summary: You, an undergrad engineering student move into the Avengers compound by your close friend, Tony Stark’s request. This is a story of a tech-savvy, sardonic mechanical engineer helping the man out of time, Bucky Barnes, get back on his feet and into his own head and maybe just having difficulty with problems that she can’t use wrenches or screwdrivers to fix. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader; platonic!Tony x Reader

Word count: 2,626

A/N: this is my first series and I guess the first chapter’s always going to be a little slow because it’s all about exposition, right? I hope you guys like this, I’m pretty excited for this series. This story also mentions the events mapped in Civil War so be prepped for spoilers.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 End

Your heart pounded nervously as you entered the compound, a duffel bag on your shoulder and a pass key in hand. You walked past the reception desk and slotted the card in place to access the elevator, taking you from the silent lobby up past the masses of floors teeming with people. Men and women in lab coats or tactical gear swarmed the building carrying files or prototypes or armour. 

Stark was surrounded by people constantly. It was good for him.

You, though, were incredibly nervous seeing so many people. But it was easy being around Tony having known him for a few years, so your mind eased every time you focused on that. 

When you reached the right floor, you adjusted your bag and held onto the strap, looking around for your best friend without trying to look too lost or suspicious. You wondered how “Earth’s mightiest heroes” responded to a stranger looking like a lost deer wondering around their living quarters. 

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allislaughter  asked:

spones prompt where someone tries to set McCoy up on a blind date and it turns out to be with Spock who McCoy is already well-acquainted with but the other person doesn't know they already know each other.

Chirp. Chirp.

With a growl, Leonard rolled over and smacked at the communicator. He pulled the covers up over his head and tried to fall back to sleep. But then—

Chirp. Chirp.

He snatched at the communicator and snapped it open. “What!”

“Bo~ones,” Jim sing-songed. “Are you ready for your date?”

Leonard buried his head into the pillowed. “M’not going.”

“C’mon, Bones! I spent four weeks talking you up to this guy. You need to get out of the dorm and start meeting people.”

“No I don’t.”


The testiness in Jim’s voice made Leonard wince. “Jim, I’m tired,” he said, definitely not whining. “I had to do a major reconstruction yesterday and the paperwork took four hours to finish!”

“Terrible,” Jim said, not sounding really that interested. “By the way I’m at your door.”


He scrambled to his feet just as Jim finished picking the lock. Leonard tried to shove Jim back out but Jim just barrelled on in. “Hurry up! Geeze, you’re going to go dressed like that? The no-shirt thing might be successful, but no one ever said banana pajamas were a good look.”

“Jim,” he warned.

“Here, try this.” Jim pulled a relatively clean shirt out of the pile. “It’s got buttons, so he’ll be impressed.”

Sensing that there was no winning against the might of Jim’s annoyance, Leonard resigned himself to his fate. He got dressed and even ran a brush through his hair. Jim gave him a breath mint and he crunched on it all down the stairs and out the door. He tried to tell himself that Jim wouldn’t set him up for failure as he took the train out of the city center.

Truthfully, Jim had been talking about this guy for nearly a year now. Every chance he got he told Leonard about his new friend from Philosophy club who Leonard would probably love to meet. Leonard had stalwartly refused, knowing he didn’t have time between studying and his residency to maintain many more friendships. Somehow Jim had interpreted this to mean he was looking for a romantic relationship and the issue had snowballed from there. Finally Leonard had agreed to meet him just so he could let the guy down easily.

Jim had said that he would recognize the man because he’d be wearing a green hat. Leonard scanned the crowd at the park swiftly, already rehearsing his, “it’s not either of us, it’s Jim” pre-dating break-up speech. As he looked he caught sight of one of his patients and his blood began to boil.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be under observation.”

Spock slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raising under his–fuck. Fuck! That was a green hat! “Doctor.”


Spock frowned. He was a damn menace and an all-around awkward person. He graced the halls of the hospital more often than he should, since Earth’s gravity tripped him up and Physics was one of the most unstable of the sciences, usually landing in Leonard’s lap since he was one of the few doing a xenobiology residency.

Leonard could see that his arm was still in a sling, bandaged to high heaven from the damn surgery he’d had yesterday. “If you will excuse me, I am waiting for someone.”

“Someone sent by one James “Terrible Friend” Kirk?”

Spock blinked.

Leonard sighed. “What are you doing out of the hospital, anyway?”

“I…had a date,” Spock said blankly.

“Uh-huh.” Leonard had no idea what to do, so he blustered. “Should’a known better than to leave you anyway. You snuck out three days early when I fixed those burns.”

“They were far less severe than you assumed.”

“And the time with the blood loss?”

Spock’s ear twitched. “It came back.”

Leonard sighed. “Here, let me have a look at you.”

He approached and began poking at Spock’s arm. It had been a difficult surgery and would require more time to heal since Spock was part Vulcan, but it didn’t look like Spock had hurt himself further. Spock patiently accepted his examination, his eyes following Leonard’s hands.

“You seem fine,” Leonard said, annoyed. “But you better not let me catch you doing something so fool-headed again.”

Spock raised a brow. “I had an appointment to keep I did not wish to miss.”

“Oh yeah? And all those other times, I suppose you had dates then, as well.”

Spock was quiet, then, “No,” he said, very softly. “Jim has spoken very highly of you, Doctor.”

“Oh?” Leonard tried to scoff, but he was blushing.

“He neglected to mention your profession, however. A curious oversight.” Spock’s brown eyes scanned him coolly. “This is acceptable. Where will you be taking me this evening?”

Leonard spluttered. “What? I mean, I was going to…” He stopped himself from saying dump you in the nick of time.

Spock just stared at him.

“I-I was going to…” He looked around quickly. “Take you for a walk…around the park?”

“Acceptable.” Spock offered him his non-broken arm and Leonard numbly took it. “Proceed.”

Leonard took a step. Then another. He desperately searched for some bit of small talk to occupy them. “So…uh… You and Jim met…through Philosophy club?”


“I thought you were a physicist?”

“I engage in many intellectual pursuits. Unlike one pursuing a medical degree I find that diversifying my learning is beneficial.”

Was that an insult? Leonard decided to get insulted. Just in case. “Bunch of abstract nothing, that’s what that is. Medicine is applied ethics.”

“An application without relevance.”

Okay, definitely an insult. Leonard grabbed onto the thread of conversation with both hands and tugged. If Spock thought he could best Leonard in the game of philosophy he had another thing coming. He opened his mouth.

They argued for the better part of four hours. Spock was witty and biting and Leonard was exhilarated and annoyed. They walked around the park until Leonard was exhausted and Spock made some crack about the limitations of the human body, then they got down the path of arguing about subjective meanings of bodily functionality, until pretty soon they were discussing the pros and cons of space colonization and then eventually they circled back around to medicine where they stayed until Spock abruptly looked up at the sky.

“It has grown dark,” he said, sounding mildly surprised.

“You can’t distract me. You said an ethical basis in the absence of harm is untenable for medicine as a whole, and I say—”

Spock stopped him with a peck on the cheek.

Leonard blinked, utterly gobsmacked.

“I meant no distraction,” Spock said mildly. “Merely that this conversation might be better concluded in a warmer environment.” His lip twitched. “My doctor has informed me I should take better care of my health. Will you accompany me home? I have tea.”

Spock looked so nervous that Leonard’s heart nearly melted. He felt himself soften. “Well,” he drawled. “I suppose I could be amenable to that. I, ah, need to keep an eye on that arm of yours anyway.”

“Indeed.” Spock’s lip twitched again. “You were saying? Regarding the ethical structure of the Hippocratic Oath?”

“As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted…” Leonard continued, glaring good-naturedly at Spock as they walked together out of the park, sniping under the silver moon.

My Idol: Part Twenty Six

My Idol
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -
Part 10 - Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 Part 16 - Part 17 - 
Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 -
Part 26 - Part 27

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Static Noise

Fandoms: The 100
Pairings: Bellarke in the background, Memori, Marper
Characters: Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, Monty, Murphy, Harper, Emori, Echo, Madi
Words: 3,266
Summary: It takes them three weeks to get communications up and running, but only partially.

Or: The Space Squad can hear all of Clarke’s messages to them, but they can’t respond.
Notes: I know there’s probably 80 other fics with this same premise, but I’m so upset that the Space Squad is gonna spend six years thinking Clarke’s dead that I don’t even care. I JUST WANT THEM TO KNOW SHE’S ALIVE. (Edit: This now has a part two.)
Ao3 link.

Bellamy waits a week before he brings it up to Raven.

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digital boy (m)

word count: 3759

a/n: filthy.

|| webcam model ! taehyung

sequel →  not so digital


Originally posted by queen-kimiko

Like that?” His deep voice echoed in Y/N’s ears, her heart beating as heavy breaths left her throat. Her moans and whimpers bubbled in her system, waves of heat washing over her body. Her fingers reached for her sensitive bud, circling and rubbing. Y/N’s legs shook and she threw her head back, sweat glistening on her body.

“Fuck!” Y/N cried out as she felt the pleasure build up, her release not too far.

Keep going, baby. I’m almost there!” His breathy voice sent shivers down her spine, just enough to push her over the edge.

Feeling her walls clench and her release leaking out of her, Y/N’s ragged breath pushed locks of her hair out of her face as her hand stilled, oversensitivity lurking by if she moved even in the slightest.

God, you’re so amazing, baby.”

“How would you know?” Y/N scoffed, her voice hoarse, “You’re just a cam boy.”

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Would you believe me (Taeyong Smut)

Originally posted by taeten-s

You were at a small get together at Taeyong’s place with your boyfriend, Jaehyun. You were seated on the couch next to Jaehyun while Taeyong was seated on one of the chairs adjacent to the couch. Due to the amount of drinking Jaehyun was doing, he was constantly needing to excuse himself to the restroom, leaving you and Taeyong alone.

“You look beautiful tonight, Y/N,” Taeyong shyly complimented while playing with his glass of wine.

You held his gaze for a brief second before turning away. A deep scarlet shade ran across your cheeks as you murmured a small thank you. A moment of silence passed before Taeyong managed to catch you off guard with a seemingly forbidden question.

“Do you love Jaehyun, Y/N?” 

You processed his question, your mind an entangled state, before meeting his eyes. Those dark, intimidating eyes cautiously watched your deer in the headlights expression before breaking into a smile. 

“I asked because he told me he barely mustered up the courage to tell you he loved you.”

You let out your breath, unaware you had kept it in all this time, then you smiled and nodded, remembering the occurrence.

Although you and Jaehyun had been dating for over a year now and were regularly sleeping with each other, the two of you were not in the I love you stage yet. However, on the night of your birthday, while laying in bed fucked out and exhausted from the five rounds of sex Jaehyun had insisted on, he breathed out a sweet I love you.

You remembered you hadn’t yet answered Taeyong’s question and redirected your attention to him.

“Yes, of course I love him.” 

He smirked and looked up as Jaehyun approached the two of you. Taeyong quickly brought up Jaehyun’s new job when Jaehyun asked what you were conversing about.

It was getting late and you wanted to go home already but Jaehyun was too drunk to drive and you weren’t exactly sober. Taeyong offered the two of you to stay the night, and you reluctantly agreed as Jaehyun was already passed out on the couch. Taeyong showed you to the guest room and was nice enough to lend you some of his clothes to sleep in since your dress wasn’t exactly the most comfortable. You quickly threw on the pair of clothing and got into the bed ready to rest, giving Jaehyun no second thoughts.

You woke up a few hours later needing to go to the restroom. Quietly, you made your way down the hall looking for the restroom but slowed down when you heard muffled noises coming from the door at the end of the hall. You grew concerned, maybe Taeyong wasn’t feeling well. Since the door wasn’t completely closed, you peered through the small space and were in utter shock with the scene that was laid out before you. A gasp unwillingly left your mouth. Taeyong’s eyes shot up as you tried to move away from the door. Taeyong swiftly stepped out of his room and eyed you coldly. You attempted to explain to Taeyong how you ended up in front of his bedroom door. 

“I- uh… I was looking for the restroom and I heard something and I thought you weren’t feeling well so I was going to check on you but…” 

He crossed his arms and smirked down at you. 

“Since you distracted me and I wasn’t able to get off, why don’t you suck me off instead?” 

Your eyes went wide with his suggestion and you hurriedly retreated back to the guest room before you screamed at him for being extremely inappropriate and thinking with his dick. He grabbed your wrist before you were able to make it into the room and forced you to look at him.


“Why the fuck would you suggest something like that? I’m your best friend’s girlfriend. What the fuck kind of friend are you, Taeyong?” 

You glared at him angrily, seconds away from screaming your head off. He hurriedly apologized and thought it was best to not say anything to further aggravate you. He left and you went to sleep seething with rage.

The next morning, you woke up at the crack of dawn and immediately changed back into your dress. Luckily, no one seemed to be awake. You made your way to the couch Jaehyun was sleeping on, careful not to make any noise. You didn’t want to face an uncomfortable situation so early in the morning. Gently, you shook Jaehyun awake and told him you needed to go home because you were going to meet your mother for breakfast. He nodded half-asleep still and drove the two of you home.

It’s been two days since the incident with Taeyong and you decided it was best to keep it from Jaehyun. As you were waiting for Jaehyun to get home from work, your phone notified you of a message. You instantly checked to see if it was from Jaehyun. 

Fuck. It was from Taeyong.

Taeyong: “Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what I was saying that night.”

You debated on whether you should reply or not. He had had more than a few drinks that night, after all.

You: “It’s okay. You were drunk.”

Taeyong: “Ha, yeah. Probably. Y/N, I don’t want you to stop talking to me because of what I said. I was thinking with my dick and how hot you looked in my clothes wasn’t helping at all.“

You: “That was last part was totally unnecessary, Taeyong”

You: “but I won’t stop talking to you.”

You reassured him of your friendship and how it wasn’t going to change over something that had slipped past his lips. You understood the reason as to why he insisted on staying on good terms. Taeyong and you went way back; you had met him before you had even met Jaehyun.

Three years ago, you used to frequent this small restaurant every Friday night to sort of destress from college and eat good food. Every night, without fail, you had observed a winsome, white-haired teenage boy sitting at a table in the left corner of the restaurant. You both noticed each other as weeks passed, sharing small glances every now and then. After two months of frequenting the restaurant at the same time, the boy decided to introduce himself. As he walked towards your table, you noted his hair was now dyed a lavender tone and his amazing facial structure, one that you could goggle at for days. 

“Hi,” he spoke, his voice raspy in texture. 

You quickly swallowed down the fry you were chewing on.

“Hi,” you greeted, your full attention now on him.  

“Can I join you? You seem lonely and I kind of feel lonely.” 

That was the beginning of your beautiful friendship.

Weeks passed and you were rummaging through your closet for a nice outfit to wear to surprise Jaehyun at his new job. After a good half hour of searching, you finally settled for a rose pink long-sleeve laced dress and black velvet heels. He loved it when you wore heels, it made kissing you much easier. 

You drove to his job and parked your car in the company’s parking garage. You were beyond nervous. This was the first time visiting him at his workplace and you hoped he wasn’t too busy to spare you a couple of minutes.

The elevator ride up to the eleventh floor felt like an eternity. As the elevator doors opened, you were welcomed with toffee-colored walls and an extensive reception desk where a young woman kindly greeted you. You informed the receptionist you were here to see Jaehyun, and she escorted you to his office. 

You didn’t even consider knocking before opening the door, which you later regretted. You were completely taken aback by the whole scene. Jaehyun was shirtless and had his pants pulled down to his knees while a blonde kneeled just to the front of him. She had his dick halfway into her mouth when he turned to look at whoever had interrupted their fun time. When his eyes finally focused on you, his eyes went wide.

“So this is what you do at work, huh?” you choked, on the verge of tears.

You backed out of the room and slammed the door shut. You trudged to the elevator and repeatedly pressed the down call button. You felt your chest tighten and your eyes water as you waited for the elevator doors to open. You made it your mission to be out of the building and in your car before allowing yourself to shed any tears. As soon as you closed the door of your car, tears streamed down your cheeks. You hurriedly wiped the tears away and sped away from the parking lot. 

How could he betray your trust like that? He had told you he loved you. Did that have no meaning? 

You needed to talk to someone immediately. Your best friend was out of town and you surely didn’t want to ruin her vacation, so you decided to contact the next best person to talk to, Taeyong. 

Messages poured in from Jaehyun trying to explain and attempting to locate you in order to set this right. You ignored them all and stopped at a gas station to message Taeyong.

You: “Tae, are you busy right now?”

What seemed like a lifetime, but was really only two minutes, passed when your phone screen lit up.

Taeyong: “No, why? Do you need me?”

You: “Are you home?”

Taeyong: “Yes, I’ll be here. Is something wrong, Y/N?”

You didn’t answer. You desperately needed his presence to comfort you. You backed up from the parking space and made your way to Taeyong’s home. On your way there, you almost hit the car in front of you and ran a red light, but you managed to arrive in one piece.

You stopped crying and exited your car. You didn’t even bother trying to fix yourself to at least look presentable. You were aware of the mascara running down your face and the puffiness of your eyes, but your heart was torn and the only thing playing in your mind like a broken record was the scene you had witnessed moments ago. 

You rang the doorbell one too many times before a disheveled Taeyong opened the door. His now black hair was matted and his clothes unkempt. He must’ve just woken up. 

“What the fuck happened to you, Y/N!” Taeyong demanded, rather than questioned. His eyes scanning your face first for any bruises or marks.

“Jaehyun cheated on me.” 

The words pulled at your heartstrings and you felt a lump in your throat. You could no longer hold it in and began to bawl like a child, covering your face so Taeyong wouldn’t see how ugly you looked while crying. You felt a slight tug on your sleeve as he pulled you into his home, closing the door behind you. You felt his clothed arms enclose you and his hand begin to lightly massage the small of your back in a brisk attempt to comfort you. 

“Cry your heart out, princess.” 

He hadn’t called you princess since you started dating Jaehyun. Although the pet name brought back memories, thoughts of Jaehyun resurfaced and you began to sob even harder. 

You cried for what seemed like hours, all while Taeyong held you in the folds of his arms. You were all out of tears and resorted to sniffling. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of Taeyong’s embrace. He noticed you had ceased crying and asked you if you were feeling better. You looked up at him and nodded. He released you and smiled at you. You immediately regretted it because he let his arms fall to his sides. You still desperately needed to feel his arms around you.

“I should have never introduced you to Jaehyun. He never deserved to have you in the first place, Y/N.” 

Your glazed eyes followed his dark, doe eyes. 

“Y/N, can I kiss you?”

You don’t know what came over you and without giving it much thought, you leaned forward and pressed your needy lips onto his. At first, he seemed quite surprised but quickly complied and started to lean more into the kiss. His tongue begged for more than just your lips and you submitted to him completely. His tongue played with yours as his hands began to roam your body. He got a tight hold of your thighs and pulled you onto his lap; you felt his length hard underneath you. He carefully slid your dress up and momentarily detached his lips from yours to take off his shirt. You slid your dress over your head and threw it to the side. Your lips collided once more. You ran your fingers through his tangled hair as he held your waist and began to grind his hard member onto the thin fabric of your underwear. A small moan escaped your lips. You needed him inside of you.

Fuck me, Taeyong,” you begged, meeting his eyes and grinding onto his clothed cock even harder.

“I want to baby girl, but first I want to taste you.” 

With that, he lifted you from his lap and laid on his back. He gestured for you to get on top of him. You faltered over to where his face was, uneasy about having your crotch hover over Taeyong’s face. He hastily clutched your hips and positioned you, your thighs on either side of his face. He moved your panties to the side and started laying soft kisses on your inner thighs then moved to your intimate area. As you felt his tongue slide over your heat then into you, you let out a muffled moan. 

“Don’t hold back, princess.” 

Instantly, he pushed his tongue further into you and dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs to bring you closer to him. His warm, wet tongue made fast circular motions inside of you. Slowly, he eased his finger into you, your soaked heat aiding the entrance of a second finger shortly after. Your head fell back as your lusty, continuous moans began to fill the vast living room. His hot breath against your pussy only nearing you to your release. 

You were on the verge of cumming as you steadily grinded your lower lips on his face and tongue. However, before you could reach your high, he lifted you up from his face and commanded you to lay down. He swiftly removed his pants along with his boxers, his cock springing out. Surely, he was bigger than Jaehyun. Teasingly, he pulled down your panties with his teeth at an excruciatingly slow speed, his eyes firmly locked on yours. He positioned himself over you and began to place wet kisses along your neck and breasts, your breath hitching every time he nipped. You were growing impatient, so you began to stroke his erect member.

“Eager, are we?” he smirked and began massaging your throbbing heat.

“Yes. I’m begging you. Please fuck me now, Lee Taeyong.” 

He took his cock in hands and began to slide himself into you, slowly and painfully. His pace started slow, allowing you to adjust to his size. He steadily pounded into you once he knew you were no longer uncomfortable, his thrusts vigorous and precise.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” he breathed shallowly, his hands clutching onto your hips to keep them in place.

The knot in the pit of your stomach grew and tightened then all at once, it uncoiled. Just as you had orgasmed around his length, you felt yourself being filled with his warm seed. 

After a couple of seconds of heavy breathing and intimate eye contact, Taeyong pulled out from you and laid down next to you. He cuddled you into the folds of his arms and kissed your forehead gently. You meet his pleased expression and smiled at him tiredly.


“Yes?” you responded.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m in love?”

All Of You Part 3

Taeyang x reader

Genre: Angst, romance

Au: High school!au

Words: 2984

Chapter: 3 / 5

Author/admin: Zoie

Beta: HO

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fatimaloveskpop said to kpop-reads:Heyyyyy! Can you write an SF9 Taeyang fic based on the song All of Me by John Legend? I’m so sorry my request is pretty lame​ but you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr so it’d be great if you could write this.❤❤❤❤❤

Author’s note: I’m a mess for taeyang and All of me by john legend. It puts me in my feels so hard and i cant help but write angsty shit in my feels so SORRY IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ANGST BUT IT GONNA HAPPEN.

Beta’s note: Literally, Zoie writes so fast. I’m such a slowpoke when it comes to beta-ing. Blame me for the slow updates, not Zoie.

“I hate you, but fucking love you at the same damn time. You’re making me go insane.”

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A Winter's Ball | Fred Weasley imagine

: hey, could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where the reader, who’s a ravenclaw, and him are best friends and she likes him, but he only realizes her back when he gets really jealous of her with some other boy, pleasee, i love your writing!

Happy early New year!

Thanks for requesting this was so much fun to do. I was grinning so much. Requests are open so if you have something you want me to write just drop a message c:

I was listening to Hamilton while writing and wrote Angelica instead of Angelina a few dozen times. And yeah, the imagine is named after a song from Hamilton.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader

Warnings: None

Key: Y/n - your name

         H/c - hair colour

Words: 1248


The parchment in front of you was still as empty as it was when you had brought it out of your bookbag twelve minutes ago.

“You know that the essay won’t write itself if you just stare at it, right?” Your best friend, and long time crush, Fred said from beside you. His twin sniggered and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I am aware Fred. Thank you very much.” He put his hands up in a sign of surrender and scribbled something on his own parchment. “I’m just. I’m going to go and find a book about this.” You sighed and stood up, dragging a hand through your hair. It got tangled at the ends, a sure sign that you needed a haircut. The two boys nodded, continuing doing whatever they were doing, honestly, you were too scared to ask now.

You walked towards one of the seemingly endless rows of bookshelves, where you knew were some Transfiguration books.

The nearing of Christmas had made you very messy and it was all Fred’s fault. Becuase with Christmas came the Yule ball and you were sure he wasn’t going to ask you. He just didn’t see you as more than a friend.

You scanned the rows of books to find nothing helpful. Another row, and another and -bingo. A book that looked helpful. On the highest roll. Fred would be able to reach it but your short hands couldn’t. Fred again. You groaned and started banging your head on one of the shelves, muttering “stupid” over and over again.

“Uhh, are you alright Y/N?” Your head snapped up, a deer caught in headlights expression already in place. Sam, a Ravenclaw prefect in your year and thankfully your friend.

“Oh, Sam hey.” You greeted, leaning with your elbow on the bookshelf trying to play it cool. Judging by his amused stare you didn’t really pull it off. “It’s all fine.” You stepped away from the bookshelf. “I just can’t reach the top row.” You pointed dumbly to the book you wanted.

He chuckled and was next to you in a second. Sam easily reached the book and passed it to you. “Here you go.” You thanked him and smiled. “Um, I actually came to give you this.” He gave you a folded pink note with one hand and scratched his neck with the other. You took it from him and was about to speak when he interrupted you. “Talk to you later. Ihavetogonowbye.” And he was out faster than lightning.

“That was weird.” You mused. “And you are talking to yourself, ‘cause that’s not weird at all Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at your own silliness and returned to the table with the twins.

“And she’s back.” Fred smiled when you pulled your chair to sit down. “What took you so long?” He asked but you ignored his question like you usually did.

Your mind was preoccupied with the note. George noticed it sitting atop the book you, well more like Sam, had gotten. “What’s that?” The Gryffindor asked.

You shrugged and carefully took it, very much aware that your two friends were watching you. You cleared your throat and unfolded the pink paper before laying it down on the table. Your eyes scanned it a few times just to make sure what you read was actually true. “Y/N will you go to the Yule Ball with me?” Sam had signed it. The three of you stared at it for a couple of seconds until it wasn’t a note anymore. It had turned into a beautiful red rose. “Classy,” George muttered. Classy, indeed.

You stared at the rose with pink cheeks. Then you stood up from your chair so suddenly that the two Gryffindors jumped. You walked quickly towards where Sam was sitting with his back to you.

“Oh. Hey Y/N. Again.” The boy obviously cringed. “You know it’s an invite. Please don’t feel pressured…” You cut him off by leaning in and pecking him on the lips. “… to say yes.” He continued a few moments later, wide-eyed and seemingly breathless.

You nodded, chuckling. “Yeah. I’ll go with you.” Sam smiled.

(There were cheers and wolf whistles until madame Pince came in shushing and treating that she’ll kick them all away.)


You stood in front of your mirror. A part of your h/c hair was pulled up while the rest was left to cascade down. A thin layer of lipstick covered your lips and a coat of mascara on your lashes. You smoothed down the dress you had bought at the last Hogsmead trip.

You let out a breath and decided to head down since Sam was waiting for you. He was indeed at the bottom of the stairs.

“You look beautiful,” Sam said with a smile and offered you his elbow. “Like always.”

“Thank you.” You blushed and laced your arm through his. The two of you started chatting while walking towards the Great hall. Everyone down there was obviously excited.

The students watched with bated breath as the four Triwizard champions started dancing. “Is that Hermione with Viktor Krum?” A girl asked next to you and you turned around to greet Angelina. Your stomach fell when you saw she was hand in hand with Fred. You put on the best fake smile, though, and promised yourself that you were going to have fun, not bothered by your long time crush.

And you did have a pleasant evening. Apparently, Sam was hilarious and you had a lot in common. You haven’t had so much fun without the twins in ages. The two of you talked a lot and about everything.

At one point when your feet hurt from dancing and your throat was sore from laughing, Sam offered to get drinks. You agreed and stood next to the wall, leaning a bit on it. Not long after you saw Fred coming towards you.

“Having fun Freddie?” You asked him with a smile and fixed a strand of hair that had escaped your complicated hairstyle.

“Lots.” The boy replied before sighing. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Y/n, we need to talk.”

You clasped your hands together and smiled weakly. “What do you want to talk about?” He thought about it for a moment and grabbed your hand just below your elbow. Then started dragging you towards the entrance. “Oi! Walking in heels is hard enough without your help!” You joked and cracked a smile from him.

FIanlly, you were out of the Great hall and he stopped, then turned towards you. “Fred, are you alright?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” Fred crossed his arms. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. Y/n, I like you.” Your face quickly reddened. “And I was stupid enough to only realise that when you are going out with another boy. But I just wanted you to know.”

You stood on the tip of your toes and quickly kissed him. Was that going to be your new habit or something?

Fred looked surprised. Pleasantly surprised but still, surprised. “Uhhh… What about Sam?” He coughed at one point to clear his throat.

“We are just friends. Realised, it’s better to be besties than something more.” You shrugged. “And Angelina?”

“Apparently she and Geroge like each other. I couldn’t be between my twin and his girl.” Fred explained and smirked down at you.

In turn, you smirked at him. “I like you too, by the way. And I figured it before…” He cut you off with a kiss before you could continue.

Can’t Stand You (Vernon AU)

Disclaimer: some swear words

Admin K: Haven’t gotten to finish any scenarios yet but if you did send one in, don’t worry, I have them and I’ll post them soon! Send in any requests still even if it’ll take a while for me to get to them (:) 

I also wanted to say that in this scenario, Vernon’s personality is nothing of what I see in him at all. It is an AU therefore, things are completely different, I’m just using his name as part of the story line created. In no way does this character portray any personality of Vernon because they are very rude but once I get to the fluffy part I will contribute some Vernon personality in it :) 

Okay onto the scenario, I’ve said a lot lol

Genre: badboy AU 

Word count: 1,304 

Originally posted by wonyeols

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You're Best Friends and He Tells You He Loves You Before Tour but Ignores You When He Comes Back

“I don’t want you to leave.” Y/n mumbles, her hands caressing the skin of his arm. He’s tense, afraid of leaving somebody he loves as much as he loves her behind. What if when he comes back, nothing will be the same? He’s in love with her, so much so that he couldn’t seem to let go even after the boys were calling his name to board the plane. 

“But you should go,” she continues, pulling away from her best friend, “before the plane leaves without a Harry Styles” she giggles. He smiles at the way her lips turn upwards, which is the only time she’s more beautiful than she already is.  “I don’t want to leave without you, Y/n. You’re like—you’re like my other half.” She blushes, her right cheek attempting to hide on top of her shoulder, her hair cascading down her chest.  “Stop being so fucking cheesy, Harry. Don’t pull that on me. Besides, we’ve made up for the soon-to-be-missing Movie Night Sundays for the last 3 weeks. I’m sure you could go to Japan without me for a few months. It’s Japan for crying out loud.” He laughs, and even when he’s done laughing, he still has a smile on his face, his eyes still locked onto her as if she’s the only person there. Because she’s just so damn beautiful. It’s as if the inside of her heart made it’s way to her body, because the way she looks is the way she is. So fucking beautiful. “Y/n” Harry whispers, suddenly growing serious. “Yeah, Harry?” He sighs, studying her perfect lips. Even though she’s rubbing them together, a habit she has whenever she’s upset, he is still infatuated with the things she does. Her unconsciousness is his weakness.  “I love you, Y/n. I’m so in love with you.” he mumbles, hand on her cheek, thumb rubbing right next to her lips. She inhales sharply, as if his words were enough to take her breath away. She can’t seem to understand what to do, what to say, what to think. She’s in love with him, just how much he’s in love with her, but since when? When did this happen? how had she missed it? “H—Harry, I—I—“ “Don’t you love me, too?” he whispers. “Please tell me you love me too.” She nods immediately, tears nearly spilling from her eyes as she makes contact with his.  “I’ve always been in love with you.”  His smile is unexplainable. As if his entire life depended on this moment, and for him, it was. This means everything to him, because he couldn’t imagine a day without her there. She’s apart of him, she always will be. He kisses her, tenderly. So soft they could barely feel each others lips. But they feel the feeling, that feeling everybody always talks about. And that’s all they need. “Three months, my love. Just three more months.” he whispers. “I wish it was sooner.” He frowns, but kisses her one last time. “I love you.” ——————— “Good to be back.” Harry smiles, the boys all nodding in agreement. “Do you know who’s picking us up?” Zayn asks, lifting his luggage higher onto his shoulder.  “I think Y/n told me she is.” Liam responds. Harry instantly stiffens. his hand clenching around his luggage until his knuckles are white. His jaw tightens against his skin, nails digging into his palm. “What the hell is Y/n doing picking us up?” He growls.  The boys all stop in their tracks, confused and shocked looks overtaking their features.  “Y/n? Why wouldn’t she pick us up? She’s like the sixth member of our band” Niall laughs, but more of a questionable laugh than anything.  Harry shakes his head, quickening his pace.  “She’s just always THERE. Doesn’t she have a life outside of us, or is she just helpless?” he spits, sending a series of daggers wherever his gaze falls. “Woah” Zayn mumbles under his breath. “Did you like not miss her or some shit?” Harry brushes off his comment. He doesn’t know why he’s saying such cruel things about her, he really doesn’t. He was in love with her before he left. She was all he thought about. But somewhere between traveling and exploring the life he needs to live, he saw her as a distraction. Why would he choose some girl over traveling the world, changing the grounds he walks on? She’s pushing him away from that. He blames her.  “Y/n!!!!” the guys yell in unison, running over to where she’s been waiting for them.  Harry, however, stays behind. “My favorite people!” she says excitedly. They all tackle her, squeezing her, kissing her. She’s like a part of each of them, like they’re all missing without her.  She laughs, attempting to hug them all at once, but it’s nearly impossible with all the movement. Although she loves them so dearly, she can’t help but to wonder why Harry hadn’t joined them. It’s a feeling that’s eating her alive, and she can’t help but to feel sick to her stomach.  “I think we’re suffocating her.” Louis laughs. The boys let go of her, and once they do, Y/n instantly looks around for Harry.  Her eyes scan everywhere. Her head turning constantly in all directions, eyes wide and curious as if she’s desperate. Which she can’t deny that she is.  “Where’s Harry?” she frowns, body slumping in sadness.  The boys eye each other helplessly. What are they supposed to say? She looks so sad, so, so lost. Like somebody who had just lost their entire life. “Y/n—Y/n—Harry didn’t want to see you.” Liam mumbles, eyes fixed to the ground, otherwise he would’t be able to say it.  They watch as her gaze is suddenly blurred by tears. Her hands begin to shake, her face turning pale as her lips rub together.  They look around at each other again, not sure what to do or how to react.  “What do you mean he didn’t want to see me? F—for now? Or forever?” she cries, her hand reaching up to rub her nose. They frown, wanting to reach for her, but not knowing if it’s appropriate.  “We aren’t sure, Y/n.” She sucks in a breath. Her hands are now rubbing against her arms, as if a comfort technique for trying to find herself. She lets out a sob, nodding her head, trying to make herself understand. Will she ever understand. “Oh” she whispers, her bottom lip now between her teeth. “Did he miss me?” Their regretful faces explain it all for her. They’re watching someone they love so dearly crumble into the depths of her own Hell. She’s so destroyed, so broken. All because of Harry. All because he doesn’t love her anymore. “I—um—I guess I’ll go then.” “But—" “If I love him, I should let him go. Right? Isn’t that what we’re taught?” They look pained as she continues to cry softly. She doesn’t make any noise, or any saddened face. She’s pale, lifeless in their presence. Her tears fall silently, as if nonexistent, but killing her deeply. She grabs her purse from the ground, preparing to leave. What more could she do? “You can take my car, you guys and Harry. I’ll get a taxi to head back home. I’m sure I can pick it up from wherever it ends up.” They nod, too scared that if they say anything, they would break her more than she already is.  She nods, a sad smile on her face.  “I just want him to be happy. That’s all I need. I need him to be happy.” She then turns around, and walks away.   

Chris Evans x Reader 

Summary : You and your best friends decide to spend the day in Disneyland, and you bump into the one and only Chris Evans. 

A/N : Sorry it took me so long to write this but I wanted it to be perfect! lol. I am going to Disneyland in June and I’d love this to happen! just saying. A girl can hope right?! haha. 

Word Count : 2,635

Warnings : Language. Thats about it. 


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Chris pulled his thin shirt over his torso, feeling it fit around his body.

He was getting ready for the day, feeling excited to return back to the place that was like his second home. Disneyland.

There was a knock at the door, and before he could say anything, his brother strode in.

“Sure Scott, come in.” Chris chuckled.

“Sorry, the girls wanted me to see if you were ready.” He smiled.

Chris scrunched his brows as he placed his favorite blue cap on his head. “Where are they?” He asked.

“Downstairs with the kids, getting breakfast.” Scott watched his brother closely, leaning against the wall. “So are we going to talk about what happened, or–”

“Scott, Come on man. Not now.” He cut him off.

His brother nodded, his lips pursing into a thin line. “Sorry, I just–its been six months dude. Don’t get me wrong, having you here and getting to hang out with you is cool but–”

“But what?” Chris huffed.

Scott let out a breath, “I just miss my brother. I miss the crazy, risk taking kind of guy.”

Chris listened to every word he spewed, his lips pursing, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I get what Minka did wasn’t cool, it’s just–you need to go back out there. Go take risks again, go make movies. And stop using us as an excuse to hide from the world.”

After finding Minka in bed with another man, the day he was suppose to propose, he just lost it. He packed his bags, and flew out to Boston that very night. And ever since then, he was home with the people he knew would never let him down.

The older Evans looked up into his younger brothers eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. “I’m fine.” He muttered. “Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m fine. Besides I start shooting the last Cap movie next week.”

Chris walked over to him, and patted his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go downstairs, I’m sure Carly and Shanna are getting anxious.”

Scott chuckled, nodding. “Alright. Sorry, I just needed to-”

“I get it man. I do. But seriously, don’t worry about me. I’m okay.” He lied. Forcing a smile to ease his brother.

“Okay. Race you to the elevator? Loser has to pay for dinner tonight.”

“You’re on.” He cackled.

Adjusting the Minnie Mouse ears, you felt your stomach begin to flutter as you and your four best friends made your way into the front of the park.

The sun was out, high in the sky with little to no clouds. Every flower blossomed, the colors vibrantly popping. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful.

Disneyland was your home. It somehow always made you feel at peace. And also, brought the inner child out.

The moment you step in, you are immediately filled with such joy, and excitement, you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

“Let’s take a picture by the Mickey flowers!” Rashelle exclaimed.

You all followed behind her, pulling your phones out.

“Whose going to take our pictures?” Penny asked, lifting her glasses up with her nose.

You scanned around until your eyes landed on one of the workers with a camera hanging around his neck. Quickly, you strode over to him and tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, can you take a picture of us?” You asked, motioning over to your girls.

He glanced at you, and smiled. Nodding his head, “yea. Of course.”

“Sweet!” You gave him your phone and ran back to your friends, who were getting into their positions.

“Just stand anywhere.” Addie grunted. “It doesn’t matter.”

Charm and Penny switched spots to get their ‘good’ side. Something they always did every time you went out with them. You just laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, ready?” The guy asked.


He snapped a few pictures from your phone, and one with his camera.

“Here you go.” He smirked.

You took the phone and glanced at the picture that lit up your screen. It was a little too bright, which made it look like you and Rashelle both had your eyes closed. But with only being there for two days, you shrugged it off and slipped the phone into your pocket.

“Alright, what do you bitches want to do first?” Charm asked, fluffing her hair with her hand.

“Let’s go on space mountain!” Penny muttered.

“No, let’s ride Indiana jones.” Said Addie, as she fixed the straps to her bag.

You were walking behind them, shaking your head, a smile forming on your lips. They could never agree on anything.

“How about Rashelle and I get fast passes for space mountain, while you girls go wait in line for Indiana jones?” You exhaled, looping your arm with your best friend.

They all nodded, getting their tickets out to hand them to you.

“Okay. Just call me when you are walking back. I’ll keep any eye out for you.” Addie stated.

The three girls went towards adventure land as you and Rashelle started toward tomorrow land. One of your favorites there.

“It’s so hot!” She spewed, fanning herself. “How am I suppose to find a boyfriend when I’m sweating?!”

You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. “It’s Disneyland! There are people from all over the world.”

“So? More to choose from.” She smirked. “Who knows, you might just find your Prince Charming.”

“Yea, when Captain Hook flies.” You snorted. “Besides, I’m not looking for anything. I just want to have a good time with my best friends and that’s it.”

“Whatever you say.” She chuckled.

“No one can handle all of this!” You cackled, as you playfully strut across Main Street.

“YAS girl! Work it!”

You glanced back at her, belting out into laughter until you crashed into broad shoulders, that almost knocked you off your feet.

Immediately, you pulled yourself together, feeling panicked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

The moment you balanced yourself and looked up, your breath hitched to the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, his hand gently on the small of your back, scanning you over. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, still gazing into the depths of his alluring blue eyes. Here you were standing right in front none other than Chris Evans. The guy you drooled over for years since you first saw him on Not Another Teen Movie.

Rashelle watched the entire thing with her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe how close you two were and how worried he was over you. It was like part of a movie playing before her.

You were finding yourself leaning more into him, feeling the warmth of his body against you. You were so close to him, all you could inhale was his scent, which caused your heart to race.

His lips curved more the longer he stared, his hand never leaving you until he realized how long he had held you to him.

He cleared his throat which brought you back to reality.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” He chuckled.

You took in a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m glad YOU’RE okay, since I’m the one who ran into you.”

“Trust me, I’m fine.” He looked down at you, not able to tear his gaze away. There was just something about you that drew him to you. Like a chemical reaction. Chris couldn’t shake the feeling.

“A beautiful girl like you can run into me, anytime.” He smirked.

And just like that, your stomach dropped.

“Uncle Chris!” A little boy called from behind, running over.

He turned around, and flashed a cheeky grin, extending his arms out until the little boy ran straight into him. “Hey buddy.”

“Mommy said we can go on Astro blasters!” He cheered. He looked at you and Rashelle, and for a moment, felt shy.

“Sorry, this is my nephew, Miles. It’s his birthday today. Right kiddo?” Chris muttered.

Miles nodded, leaning his head against Chris’ shoulder as one hand clutched on to his shirt.

You smiled up at him, and scrunched your nose. “Happy birthday!” You exclaimed. You could just tell how shy he was. “How old are you? Twenty-five?”

His lips twitched, as he shook his head.

“Mm. Oh I know, you’re forty-eight, huh?”

Miles chuckled to himself, still shaking his head. The wall he had up, was slowly coming down. “I-I’m this many.” He exhaled, putting all fingers up into the air.

Your eyes grew wide as you dropped your jaw, pretending to be so surprised. “Wow! Five? That’s so cool!” You muttered. “I hear that’s the best age.”

Chris watched the way you interacted with his nephew. Which only drew him in more.

“So Miles, what’s your favorite ride in Disneyland?”

“I like the pirate ride! Where we go on the boat and see the Pirates! And then we go down super fast!” He exclaimed. “And there’s guns and treasures!”

You flashed a soft smile, hearing the little boy go on about why he loved it so much. There was something about a little kid talking about something he enjoys that makes it so interesting.

“Yea! That’s my favorite too. And the Peter Pan ride.”

Ethan glanced up to his uncle then back to you. “That’s my mommy’s favorite ride too!”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?” He asked.

You pondered your thoughts for a moment, and sighed. “Oh that’s a tough one!” You stated. “I love them all! I’m a HUGE Disney fan.” You leaned a little closer to him. “I’m probably the biggest Disney fan in the world.”

Chris huffed, stopping you right at that moment, his finger in the air as he pursed his lips. “I don’t think so.” He muttered.

You furrowed your brows, looking at him. “What?” You chuckled.

“You’re not the biggest Disney fan.”

“Oh really? Then who is?”

He flashed a smile, and pointed his thumbs to himself. “Me.”

A chuckle fell from your lips, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Laugh all you want, but it’s true. I know everything there is about Disney. I know all of the songs, the movies, even the years they came out–I come out here all the time.”

“Thats funny. Me too. You can ask anyone. Disney is life.” You giggled.

Rashelle, belted out into laughter, “it’s true! This girl would rather watch a Disney movie than go out and party. I mean, she’s watched tangled at least a hundred times, maybe more.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “see. I told you.”

Chris locked his gaze with yours, his smile growing by the second. “Fine, then let’s see who the biggest fan is.” He muttered.

For a moment you scanned his face for bluff, until you noticed he was serious. “What do you have in mind?”

He pondered his thoughts for a moment, until he turned on his heels and looked back. “Scott! Hey–Scott, come here bro.” He called out.

Rashelle leaned into your ear slightly squeezing your arm. “Girl, Chris is definitely flirting with you.” She whispered.

You hushed her, shaking your head. “No he’s not!” You chuckled.

The guy that Chris had called over, strode over to Chris’ side.

“This is my brother, Scott.” Chris said, still holding his nephew in his arms. “Scott, this is–” he paused, looking to you.

“Y/N, and this is Rashelle.” You exhaled.

Chris smirked at the way it rolled off your tongue. Finally, a name to the face. One he would never forget.

Scott flashed a smile, quickly shaking both of yours and your best friends hand. “Nice to meet you, ladies.”

“Alright, so Y/N here 'claims’ to be the biggest Disney fan–which is bullshit.” Chris quickly winced, covering Miles’ ear. “Crap, sorry buddy.” He put his nephew down, and patted his back.

“Anyways, I need you to ask us a few tough Disney questions. Whoever gets the first few right, wins.”

Scott belted out into laughter, clutching his stomach. “Oh god!” He cackled. “Okay–okay fine. Anything specific or can I just make them up?”

“I-I don’t know, just something not so obvious.” Chris exclaimed.

His brother thought for a moment until something came to mind. “Okay, Who teaches Mowgli the bare necessities of life?”

“Baloo!!” You both yelled, feeling the competitive side of you coming out.

Chris glanced at you, a smile plastered onto his face as you chuckled.

“What?” You giggled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “N-Nothing! I’m just–” he snapped his gaze to his brother. “Alright, next question.”

Scott smiled, “sheesh, you two must really want to beat each other.”

“Just ask the question already! We don’t have all day!” Chris cackled.

“Fine!” Scott threw his hands up, “which hand is replaced by a hook on Captain Hook?”

Your eyes grew, “ahh I know this! Peter Pan is my favorite movie!” You exclaimed. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember which one it was and it was driving you crazy. “Crap!” You groaned.

Chris furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes as he winced. “Um, left?” He drawled out, not certain of the answer.

“Correct!” Scott cackled.

“Dammit! I knew that one too!” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling disappointed in yourself.

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re just not that big of a Disney nerd as I am.” He winked.

You pointed your finger into his chest, and pursed your lips. “The game isn’t over yet, buddy.”

He let out a chuckle, “you’re right, it isn’t. But it will be soon. When I win.”

Rashelle raised a hand, grabbing your guys attention. “I have one.” She stated. “Who was the first Disney princess?”

Chris took in a sharp breath, “shit, wasn’t it–”

“Oh Snow White!” You cut him off.

“Hey! I was about to say that.”

“Well, you took too long.”

Rashelle’s phone went off before he could say another word, which made your body jolt.

It was Penny.

“Hello?” She breathed.

“Where are you guys?!” She asked. “We are about to get on the ride!”

“Okay, we are coming.” She muttered. “We will be there soon.”

The call ended, and she quickly placed it into her pocket.

“We have to go.” She stated, pulling on your arm. Looking at the boys, she sighed. “It was nice meeting you guys!”

You looked up at Chris. Your eyes locking as he flashed a soft smile. You honestly didn’t want to leave, especially since talking to him and being around him somehow made you feel whole. But everything has to come to an end, right?

“Come on! The girls are waiting.” She exclaimed, pulling you along with her.

“B-Bye!” You yelped. Just one last glance, until you spin around and followed her to adventure land. Leaving Chris with his brother and nephew.

He watched you until you faded into the sea of the crowd. Wishing you didn’t have to go. He dug his hands into his pocket, feeling a bit bummed.

“They were beautiful.” Scott muttered.

Chris snapped out of his trance, and turned his attention to his younger brother. “Yea they are.”

“Who knows, maybe we will run into them again.”

He slowly nodded, the thought giving him a small piece of hope. “Yea, maybe.”

Miles tugged at Chris’ shirt. “Uncle Chris, that girl forgot her Minnie ears.”

Chris looked at his nephew and furrowed his brows. “Oh shit, Looks like she did!”

In that moment, he felt lucky. Lucky that his nephew noticed the ears, lucky that now he has a reason to go after you and return your item.

“Hey, Scott. Watch Miles okay?” He said.

Scott took the little boys hand, his brows scrunched together. “Where are you going?”

Chris shot him a cheeky grin, “I’m taking a risk." 

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Body Heat (Poe Dameron x Reader)

After crash landing on an icy planet, you remember that body heat is the best way to stay warm. 


It was incredible how things could go from wonderful to terrible in just a matter of seconds. What was once a view of clear skies and distant mountains had now become nothing but white, as your ship plummeted towards the snow. Poe had done everything he could to fix your blunder, but the fighter had been moving too fast, and a crash was inevitable. You were lucky, though, that he was two steps ahead of gravity as he realized it was either jump or become pancakes, and before you knew it, you were ejected from your seat and floating safely down with the help of a parachute.

The sudden chill of the snow was actually more painful than hitting the ground, but it was better than becoming part of the wreckage that was now Poe’s ship. You glanced over at the sad looking twists of metal. A small fire had broken out from the engine, and though you knew it was so wrong to admit, you were somewhat thankful for its warmth.

But it was short lived, as you felt a strong hand grip your arm pull you up.

“We need to move. Now.

He had a rare look of panic over his face as he ordered you to detach your parachute so you could run. It was all a bit confusing to you. You had crashed on a frozen planet that seemed all but inhabited. Why would you run from your only source of heat? Or better yet, why would you leave behind the possibility of a radio surviving the crash? You knew he was upset over the loss of his fighter, but this all seemed a bit drastic.

And then it blew up.

You were just far enough to avoid the larger chunks of shrapnel, but still close enough to be knocked down from the explosion. Behind, you could feel a brief surge of heat, and in front, you saw the snow illuminated a soft shade of red from the flames. Jesus. You knew you fucked up. But you didn’t know you fucked up that bad.

“Are you okay?”

He was hovering above you now, eyes scanning your body for any sign of injury. If you were in any other situation, it would’ve made you blush.

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the class going to camp out one day and during the night, Kacchan and Deku start to naturally gravitate towards each other in their sleep till they’re a mess of tangled limbs. The class wakes up to see the two just all over each other and snap a picture of it to tease them(mainly Kacchan) about it later.

I finally had the time to write this (it’s pretty long, I’m sorry) and it may be not exactly how you thought it would be ehehehe. But I really hope you like it anyway!

“I think it’s a great idea! It’s summer and spending the night at the lake sounds fun!“ Katsuki was walking next to Kirishima, hands tucked into his pockets and his usual frown on his face.

Yeah, of course it was a great idea. Spending the night with people he mostly just tolerated.   

When they arrived at the spot Tsuyu told them about, everyone settled down- arranging their things so they could start doing what they wanted.

But Katsuki had no idea, what they should do. He had to admit that the lake looked really beautiful in the afternoon sun and the breeze was calming. Especially because it was way too hot for the ash-blond male. His quirk worked best in summer, but his body surely did not.

“Okay, but… Are you guys sure you don’t need a tent?” Ashino said, while pulling out the sticks for her and Jirou’s. Kirishima just started ranting about that it’s not manly to camp in a tent when it’s warm enough and continued to collect stones for their firepit.

Katsuki already had enough. He wanted to bring a tent- he had one at home for fucks sake, but most of the other guys agreed with this red haired idiot more than with him and he knew that they would have picked on him for the rest of his school life, if he had brought one.

He really hoped that they all would suffer from terrible bug bites and that spiders would crawl up their ears. Why did his mother forced him to these great adventures (that’s what she’d called this dumb ideas the others have) with his classmates every. single. time?

“So, we will just sleep around the fire, or what?” He put out his sleeping bag and pad, ready to arrange his spot, but it seemed like no one heard him.

No one except one person. 

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Broken Pieces (Crowbar Part 2)

Imagine Sam coming over to comfort you after you broke up with Dean.

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Word Count: 1,321

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It was hard to tell which was pounding more, your head or your front door. Your shoulder clipped the doorframe as you stumbled out of your bedroom and your shin banged the coffee table on your dazed journey through the living room. Your disorientation was one part the hangover that echoed in your skull, one part the sleepiness that still clung to your heavy eyelids, and one part not having lived here in your old house in months. You were literally stumbling back into your old habits

In all honestly, you didn’t have a lot of friends (that were still alive) so it seemed more likely that the cops were waiting outside your door rather than a shoulder to cry on, but sure enough, it was Sam who was standing out on your front porch, all six feet of him. The Winchesters, it seemed, were full of surprises. His sheepish half-smile dropped when he caught sight of you – probably a whiff too. Liquor was practically dripping from your pores and you couldn’t even imagine the mess on your head that was once your hair.

“You look terrible.”

“Good to see you too, Sammy,” you said, already pushing the door shut, but he was able to get a foot in and his palm against the wood before it closed completely. You groaned, leaning your head against the side of the door with a pathetic, pleading look in your eyes.

“Don’t you ever get tired of cleaning up your brother’s messes?” you asked him. The comment didn’t phase him. He had grown familiar to your rough edges and tendency to lash out at anyone who tried to help you.

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