i thought i was gonna throw up when they were talking about the hot tub

My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

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credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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3. Wingman // Nurseydex

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so…. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he might have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major­—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills Nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 1/?)

So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why.

NOTE:TWO IMPORTANT THINGS:
1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet.
2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :)



***
It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up.
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house. Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry about coming home and still being a little buzzed.
“Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door.
Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car.
“Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in.
“It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning.
“Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke.
You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job.
“I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him.
“Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?”
“I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms.
Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house.
“Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two.
“Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri.
“Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?”
“Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled.
“ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool”
“It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress.
“What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her shoulders.
“You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers.
“I think he has a thing for you”, she said.
“Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”.
Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool.
“What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”.
“Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”.
You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you.
“ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked.
“Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you get out of the pool.
You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out of nowhere.
“I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her.
“Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down.
You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick.
Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself.
“In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him.
“We’ll see”, he whispered.
You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri.
“Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked.
“I told you”, Sheri punched your arm.
“And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”.
“Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he stares ONLY at you”.
“Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”.
“You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”.
“Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs. But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot head that is first to fight”
“Alright then”, Sheri smiled.
All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate.
“Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”.
“You drink, Atkins?”, you asked.
“No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part”
It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff.
“I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only bathing suit.
“Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water.
You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for their turn. You throw a ball and missed again.
“ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open.
“Alright”, he said with a halfsmile.
***
Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people.
“Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.”
“My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said.
“Okay, see you on Monday”
“Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him.
Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it, cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub, holding to shots of tequila.
“Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots.
“Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes.
“So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything”
“I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams. Monty”.
“Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips.
You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear.
“Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty.
You felt his abs clenched under your touch.
Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought.
You felt him sucking your collarbone.
“No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away.
“As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra.
“Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again.
“No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently.
Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub.
“Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes.
Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you.
“Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs.
“God, you’re so hot”, he whispered.
“Y/N!”, you heard Sheri.
What a perfect timing.
“Yep?”, you asked.
She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible.
He looked confused as fuck.
“My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted.
“Okay, I’m coming”.
“I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused.
“Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear.
You left the hot tub.
“Get back in here!”
“Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?”
You saw Sheri coming up.
“It was fun”, you said louder.
“Here”, she gave you a towel.
“Thanks”, you started drying yourself.
“Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”.
“Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal.
Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff.
“Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face.

Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x

Sex Bomb (Smut)

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Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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I Know - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous.

“So are you going to do one of those gender reveal things?” Jim asked you as he opened a can of beer in his room. You laughed and shook your head.

“No, because I don’t think he’d realize that I was pregnant by just a bunch of random blue balloons coming out of a box.” Jim laughed and hung his head in embarrassment. When he looked back up his eyes were all lit up.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a boy?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do,” you said. 

“Name it after me,” he said, grinning. You rolled your eyes. 

“Not a chance in hell.”

“What doesn’t Jim have a chance in hell in doing?” Leonard asked, walking in through the door at just the wrong moment. You looked over at Jim and stumbled over your words. Leonard stood next to you and looked between the two of you in confusion.

“Hi, honey!” you said, tilting your chin up so he would kiss you. He did and then regained his look of confusion.

“What were you talking about?”

“Oh, just the fact that if you died Y/N would hook up with me,” Jim said. You glared at him and he laughed. “I mean, Y/N, he wanted to know.”

“Right. But I said there wasn’t a chance in hell,” you said, looking up at your husband. You wrapped your arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “I’m not letting you go any time soon. He smiled softly down at you and kissed you again.

“Jim, are you not sharing your beer?” Leonard asked, walking towards the fridge. He grabbed two, and you and Jim exchanged a quick, nervous look.

“Oh, babe, I’m so full from lunch, I didn’t want one.”

“It’s nearly five o’clock,” Leonard said, looking at you in confusion. You shrugged and he placed the beer back in the fridge. “What did you have for lunch?”

“A salad,” you said truthfully, and then immediately regretting it. Leonard looked at you in confusion again and shook his head.

“Okay,” he said awkwardly, opening his beer and taking a swig of it. Jim shot you a look, basically telling you to play it cool. “So what have you two been doing?” You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“Nothing,” Jim said. Again, Leonard looked between the two of you.

“Are you cheating on me?” he asked. 

“What?! No, why would you think that?” you asked defensively.

“Because you’re both acting strange,” he said, “And that’s the only reason I could think of why.”

“Okay, fine,” Jim said, throwing up his hands. “You caught us.” He moved around the counter and put his arm over your shoulder. You immediately pulled away and glared at him.

“No,” you said, mostly to Jim. “We were just planning a little surprise for you. For your birthday,” you slipped in. Leonard raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

“Okay,” he said, although he didn’t sound very convinced.

“Speaking of which, I need to go handle that thing we talked about,” you said, looking at Jim. He nodded, knowing exactly what you were talking about. You wanted to take good care of your future child, so you wanted to have the necessary check ups. With your husband being the CMO and everything, you couldn’t rightly go down there when he was there, so you had to go when he was off of work. “I’ll see you later,” you said, walking over to Leonard to kiss him. He kissed you back, but looked bewildered the whole time. “Bye, Jim.”


The apartment was dark when you came back, and you figured Leonard had gone to bed. You immediately kicked off your shoes, your feet had already started to swell. Making your way towards the living room, you saw a dim light glowing inside.

“Hey,” you said softly when you laid your eyes on Leonard. “I didn’t know you were still up.” You made your way around the couch to sit next to him. He had decorated the room with a few candles, giving it a romantic, orangey glow. 

“I thought we should celebrate,” he said, reaching across the table to grab a wine glass for you. You took it and he looked at you expectantly. “Don’t worry, it’s the good stuff, none of that crap that Jim tried to sell us,” he said.

“I know, I’m just still a little full,” you said. He looked down at his watch, and frowned up at you.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright? It’s been eight hours since lunch.” He reached out to touch your head and you pulled back a little bit. “Oh, you know what would make you feel better? Hot-tubbing.”

“Hah,” you said, and then recoiled back a little bit. “I don’t know about that.”

“Why not?” he asked, throwing his arm over the back of the couch.

“Well I’m kind of hungry,” you said, standing up. “Do we have anything to eat?” You started walking into the kitchen and Leonard followed you.

“I thought you just said you were full,” he said, folding his arms. 

“Yeah, full of alcohol,” you said awkwardly. “I got pretty drunk at lunch.” Leonard cocked his eyebrow.

“Fine, yeah, I did make dinner. It’s in that blue thing right there,” he said, pointing into the fridge. You smiled and opened it up, before immediately closing it.

“Sushi,” you said, trying to keep down whatever was coming up.

“Yeah, your favorite,” he said, smiling at you. You opened your mouth to say something, and then Leonard laughed. You looked up at him and he looked down at his feet before throwing up his hands. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” you asked. 

“Y/N, I know you’re pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you started shaking your head. 

“What-what are you talking about? I’m not pregnant. Look, give me that wine and I’ll drink it right now,” you said, beginning to walk back to the living room. Leonard grabbed you by your waist, picking you up and bringing you in front of him.

“Y/N, don’t do that. I’ve known for a long time. Maybe even longer than you have.”

“How would you know?” you asked.

“I’m a doctor, and I’m your husband. You don’t think I didn’t notice you getting up each morning? Or the fact that you barely sleep on your side anymore because your back hurts so much? Or the fact that you’ve cut down on your drinking a lot.” You laughed and folded your arms. 

“I didn’t drink that much,” you said. Leonard laughed deep in his chest and put his hands on your waist. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you? How could you not think I would be thrilled about this?”

“I knew you would be, I just wanted to surprise you,” you said, looking up at him. 

“This is a surprise. We’re going to start our family, Y/N, I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled and he pulled you up against him, right before leaning down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said, kissing him again by grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down to your level.

Behind The Scenes 3 (12/???)

Author’s note: This week I am going out of town. I wont post the next part till next week. I think from now on I will only be updating this once a week because of school and because I still have writing and editing to do for the rest of BTS 3. Once I completely finish BTS 3, I plan on posting more frequently. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Angst, drama (Suga, Jungkook)

Word count: 3466

City: Fukuoka (Day 3)

Summary: The rest of BTS learn about Y/n’s little outburst.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made this based off of this scenario series.


After the expected beating from Rap monster, Jungkook had gathered the strength to call Minho to come over.

Minho came, concluded it was nothing more than severe bruising would occur and then left the two of you with ice packs, pain killers and sleeping pills.

You awoke in a rather uncomfortable state. You were alone, the bed was drenched with cool water and warm ice packs were scattered everywhere. Your first attempts to move reminded you of how bad things were the night before. Almost every part of your core hurt like hell, sore from every punch the monster gave you.

After many tries you finally got yourself to sit up and drag yourself out of bed. You walked over to the vanity mirror to get a good look at yourself. Like after all the other beatings, you were scared to by your own reflection. There was a huge blotch of dark purple over your right eye. The bruise was so big you felt it took over half of your face, not to mention it was very swollen. “Fuck” was all you could say about your appearance. Next came the hard part, you had to find out the damage done to your body. You didn’t know what to expect, you just knew it was going to be bad.

You let out a small yelp as you slowly lifted your damp shirt to reveal your body. Your entire midsection was covered with large purple blotches. “Shit” you whimpered, quickly covering them up again.

You were horrified at how you looked. Never did you think that you’d see yourself in such a condition. The image of your bruised body made you feel sorry for yourself. As a way to stop thinking about it all, you decided to take a nice long sit in the bath tub. “Some hot water should help, right? Yeah! I deserve to relax bit anyway” you thought to yourself as you turned on the hot water. You took your clothes off and avoided the mirrors as much as possible.

Once the tub was full you slowly placed yourself in and let the warmth engulf you.

Things were peaceful until you heard Jungkook calling out for you. “Y/n?” It sounded like he was in the bedroom now.

“Yeah?!?” you practically shouted.

The door knob turned and soon Jungkook was in the room. He froze when he saw you in the tub.

“Jungkook! Get out!” you shrieked as you covered yourself in the bubbles and dug yourself deeper into the tub.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” He quickly covered his eyes and put his head down. He tried to leave the room, but accidentally walked into the wall. His hand soon found the door knob and he let himself out.

You sat up straight and alert. You decided to just get dressed now that the whole vibe was ruined.

“Huh? He acted really different just now…” you thought to yourself as you dried off. You remembered the first time Jungkook walked in on you, back when you were getting ready for your first fake date with him. He was such an asshole, practically body shaming you and not giving a damn about your privacy. This time it was the exact opposite. “… Actually, he has been really different lately…not even an asshole anymore… Yesterday- Oh shit! We fucking kissed!” you remembered. Most of your memory was taken up by the beating to have remembered the kiss. “Why did we do that?… Ok ok he was drunk and sad… but he looked so innocent! And his kiss felt so… nice. Nothing like when we pretend… and the alcohol on his breath reminded me of Yoongi… maybe he forgot. Yeah! He was pretty drunk, right? Yeah! I just won’t bring it up…” you thought.

You wrapped the towel tightly around you and poked your head out to the bedroom. Thankfully, the room was empty and you quickly changed into something comfortable.

You hesitated a bit as you grabbed to doorknob to go to the living room. “Just don’t make a big deal out of anything.” You reminded yourself.

You walked out of the room and found Jungkook at the table with his head down. The room smelled of coffee and there were two steaming cups sitting in front of him.

“You were calling me?” you asked in a normal tone. You walked towards him, fixing your hair into a bun in an attempt to come off as normal as possible.

Jungkook quickly sat up, exposing the light purple bruise on his left eye. Apparently Rap monster is always smart, even when he is in the middle of a rampage.

His gaze on you was strong as you walked up to him. He was probably taking a great notice of your swollen black eye. “Um, yeah, I was just gonna say that I made coffee” He mumbled. He slid one of the cups to the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, thanks…” you went around and sat down next to him. You took a sip of coffee, not really knowing what to say.

He stared at you before he finally said something again. “H-how do you feel?” he stuttered.

“How do I feel about what?” you asked quickly as you took another sip. Your heart raced, hoping that he wasn’t talking about the kiss.

“We both seem to have black eyes… Did the ice packs help? Were you able to sleep? Do you have any other bruises? Do you feel okay?”

You tried to keep your words short. “The pills helped, my body hurts and I have tons of bruises.”

“Same here. Plus, I’m super hungover.”

You nodded and another sip of coffee. “You should probably take something for that too then…” There was an elephant in the room and you both knew it.

You could feel him throwing side glances at you. There was a feeling that he wanted to say something, but was holding himself back.

“This is good coffee…” You said softly into the mug as you took another sip

“Yeah.” He looked down at his phone and then back at you. “Um… uh…”

“Hm?”

“We- I mean- I- uh… There is a lot of stuff on the internet over what happened yesterday.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, we gotta figure out what to do to make it go away.”

“How bad it is?”

“Rumors of abuse, cheating and us breaking up…”

“Shit.” You hid your face on your hands. “I’m sorry. All this shit is because of me.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out… We can fix this.”

You let out a long sigh. “But how?”

“Um…  Maybe we can write an explanation as to what happened and then we can just post that on twitter and all that. We can lie and talk about what “actually” went down.” He suggested.

“Yeah, that seems like a good idea” you huffed. You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. The only sounds in the room were of the two of you each taking sips of your own coffee..

“Y/n… I can’t take this anymore. We should probably talk about last night…”

“We got our asses beat, what else do we have to take about?”

“Well, I meant before Namjoon showed up…”

Heat flooded into your face. There was only one thing he could be talking about. “No no, he’s not talking about the kiss.” You thought. “He’s probably gonna ask why you broke down.” you looked back at him and crossed your arms. “Look, when you dragged you out of here, I told Jimin the whole reason why I acted the way I did. I don’t feel like saying it all again, so if you want to know, you can just go ask Jimin about it.”

He frowned a bit. “Oh, good to know… I think… But that wasn’t what I was talking about…”

“Then what were you talking about?” you asked calmly. “Fucking shit! He better not bring up the kiss!” You screamed internally.

“… It’s about the kiss… I, uh, I-“ in that second, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” you jumped up and practically ran to the door.

Just when you thought salvation from an awkward situation arrived, it only delivered a new one. You opened the door to find Suga standing there and he didn’t look too happy. The moment his eyes landed on you, his face morphed into shock.

“What the fuck happened?” He asked, making his way inside. He came up to you, carefully grabbing your face and hovering his fingers over your black eye. “Y/n, tell me what happened!” He demanded.

“Get off me!” was all you said, trying to push him off.

He didn’t listen, he was too busy freaking out. “The whole fucking internet is going crazy. What happened? Did that fuck do something to you? Tell me what happened!”

“Bro! She said get off her!” Jungkook appeared and pulled Suga off you.

Suga turned on Jungkook. “What the fuck did you do to her?!?” he snapped, aggressively pushing the tall maknae.

Jungkook kept his cool and stood his ground. “What makes you think I did anything to her?”

“There is a fucking video of her yelling at you to leave her alone and it looked like she was trying to run away from you! Now, I come here and find half her face bruised! I-“

“You actually fucking think I did that to her?!? I’m not a fucking psychopath like Jin or Namjoon! Don’t you see this damn bruise on me too?” He asked, taking a step to Suga.

Suga glared up at him, moving forward to close the space between them. “I don’t trust a fuck like you with her.” He growled.

You could see them both get pissed. One more word and they were going to start fighting. “That’s it!” you yelled. You squeezed your way in between them and pushed them apart. “Suga just leave.”

In an instant Suga’s anger disappeared and was replace by confusion. “Why are you calling me Suga?!?”

You didn’t answer him.

“Y/n, please talk to me! Tell me what’s going on! Let me try to fix it!”

“You fucking heard her, just leave!” Jungkook ordered from behind you.

“I’m trying to see what’s wrong with my friend!” He snapped.

“Well, if she was really your friend, she would have told you already!”

Suga looked at you for some type of reassurance, some reaction to prove Jungkook’s words wrong. “…Y/n…”

You could feel yourself insides flipping. Almost every part of you wanted to say something, all except one tiny part. It was that part of you the still didn’t trust him, that didn’t know how genuine he was. It was the part that kept you from even looking him in the eye.

Again, there was a knock at the door, a very soft and shy knock.

Immediately, you went for the door to avoid the situation.

Suga grabbed your wrist, a last attempt to get you to say something, but you pulled away and retreated to the door. You were smarter this time and checked through the peephole first. “Fuck!” you said under your breath.

“What is it?” Jungkook asked.

“It’s Aiko.” You whispered.

Jungkook turned to Suga. “Get her out of here. If she sees us, she’ll start asking questions.”

“No shit!” Suga grumbled. “You honestly think I’m stupid?!? You-“

“Just get her away from here!” you hissed. “We got enough shit to deal with.”

Suga looked over to you, a hint of pain in his expression. “Only if you tell me what’s going on.”

“Please!” you begged. “I don’t want things to get worse.” You whimpered.

“…Fine… But we are talking later.” He said as he walked past you.

SUGA POV

He walked past y/n and opened the door just enough to squeezed his body out of the room.

Aiko was surprised to see him of all people coming out. “Yoongi bear?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked calmly. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“Well, when I woke up, I found a bunch of stuff about Jungkook and y/n all over the internet! I came to check on y/n and see how she was taking it all…”

“Y/n is fine! Why would she not be fine? She’s fine! Right now the two of them are coming up with a game plan on how to clear this whole thing.” He said optimistically. Despite his cheerful tone. Aiko still had a frown on her face. “Now why that face?” He smiled, pinching her cheeks

All she did was frown more. “Yoongi bear… I don’t think y/n is okay…”

“What? Why? What gives you that idea?” He gulped.

She motioned him closer and pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear. “I- I think that what people are saying might be true…” She quickly backed away and covered her mouth, guilty of saying what she said.

“… You actually believe those rumors?” If she was thinking this, maybe his own assumptions weren’t wrong.

“I know I shouldn’t believe them Yoongi, but yesterday when we ran into them, she didn’t look happy, not a tiny bit… Something really bad must have happened for her to act that way. I just wanted to check on her. You talk about her a lot and she seems like a really nice person. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

He went to her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Aiko, everything between them is fine.” He lied. “We are in the middle of the tour and we are all pretty stressed right now, that’s all. They told me that things just got a bit out of hand and people took it out of context…” He slid his hands down to her waist. “Remember, this is her first time on tour, she has a lot on her plate right now. There are a lot of things to take into consideration.”

She looked up at him doubtfully. “I don’t know Yoongi bear… but maybe you are right.”

“Of course I’m right! I’m Min Yoongi! I’m always right!”

She giggled at him.

“C’mon, why don’t we go get something to eat?” He suggested, pulling her down the hall.

BACK TO Y/N

You spied out the peephole until you saw Suga and Aiko walking away hand in hand. Your heart hurt, but you pushed the pain to the back of your mind. “…Ok… They are gone…” you huffed.

You hoped this whole thing made Jungkook forget what you were talking about. Your attempt to go to the bedroom failed when Jungkook pulled you back in front of him. “We still need to talk.” he said

You groaned. “Jungkook I know what you are going to say. It was just a kiss, right? Didn’t mean anything? We were both just emotional? Yeah, I got it! I’m on the same page.”

You tried to leave again, but he went and moved in front of you. “Wait! Is that what you think?”

“No, it’s what I know. I know you Jungkook. It obviously didn’t mean anything to you and it didn’t mean anything to me. Let’s leave it at that.”

“So it didn’t mean anything to you?” He asked softly.

“Nope, you got nothing to worry about.”

He looked confused. “But- I-“ For a third time there was  a knock at the door to interrupt the conversation. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!” he shouted. He stomped over to the door, mumbling under his breath.

V and Jimin were standing anxiously on the other side.

“What the fuck do you guys want? I’m trying to-“ They both disregarded Jungkook and pushed their way in.

They both ran up to you and were both surprised and upset by how you looked. They also bombarded you with questions and you only gave small answers to brush them off. Jimin guided you to the couch and for some reason kept saying he was sorry. “Y/n I’m sorry, I didn’t think he was going to do this to you.”

The more he apologized the worse you felt. “I told you this was going to happen.” You whimpered.

As Jimin spoke to you, V turned and whispered to Jungkook. “Hey, I need to talk to you.” and they went off into the bedroom.

Jimin went on for a hug but touched a bruise you didn’t know you had on your back. “Ouch!” you cried. It hurt so bad, your eyes started to water.

“Ah! I’m sorry! What did I do?” He panicked.

“It’s the bruises.” You whimpered.

“More bruises? How bad are they?”

You lifted your shirt and showed him the damage.

“Y/n, I can’t believe it was that bad.” He said soft hush. He slowly pulled you into a hug.

“I was so scared.” You sniffled.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Let it all out.”

“I thought he was going to kill me. He was so mad Jimin and- and- and- Jungkook was too drunk to do anything. I was so scared.”

MEANWHILE JUNGKOOK POV

“What did you need to tell me?” Jungkook groaned.

V lashed out on him on the spot. “What did I fucking tell you?!? I told you not to take her out! And what did you do? You fucking took her out!”

“You only suggested I don’t take her out! And how the fuck was I supposed to know that she would do that?!? I was just trying to help her!”

“I don’t care what you were trying to do! Things could have ended up much worse! You remember Tomo?”

“The only competent fuck that Namjoon has here? Yeah, why?”

“He’s dead! Namjoon busted his head open last night. Fucking Tomo tried to be a big shot and started a shoot out right when Namjoon was about to seal the deal! You have no fucking idea how lucky you are that he didn’t kill y/n, that he didn’t kill you either!”

Jungkook stayed quiet. He knew V was right.

V looked at him disappointedly. “Just don’t do shit unless your told to. You know that already.” He lectured.

“Yeah, I got it!”

It wasn’t until they both got quiet they could hear crying from the other room.

“Y/n!” they both said.

They opened the door and found Y/n sobbing in Jimin’s arms.

V Immediately went over to her and tried to cheer her up. “Awww, y/n don’t cry.” He proceeded to make and playfully fight Jimin to get her to laugh. It got to the point where he was doing just about anything stupid enough to try and get a laugh out of her.

It was within V’s whole cheering up process that Jungkook whispered to Jimin that he needed to talk to him. They both headed back to the bedroom to talk.

“What’s up?” Jimin asked.

“Y/n told me that she told you why she has been acting so weird.”

Jimin let out a long sigh. “Yeah, she’s been keeping a lot of shit locked in for a while.”

“Like what?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

“Then what did you guys talk about last night?”

Jungkook felt his face blush a bit. “Um well-“

“I know that face. It was about Yoona wasn’t it?” Jimin asked, his expression full of pity.

“Yeah, you could say that…”

Jimin nodded understandably. He didn’t say anything else, he knew it was best not to bring up Yoona.

Jungkook broke the silence. “So why is she upset then?”

“Um, well, she’s mad at Yoongi and Hoseok. She’s very hurt and creeped out and confused by them. She sees them lying to Meihui and Aiko… She is scared that they could possibly be fake with her as they are with the girls, that they are only telling her things she wants to hear until Namjoon is done with her…”

“Oh shit…”

“Yeah, on top of that she thinks she has feelings for Yoongi?”

“What? She likes him?”

“Yeah, she likes him a lot… They kissed once, but that’s cuz he was drunk and thought she was Aiko. She’s very confused with Yoongi over all this though. She doesn’t know what to believe anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so that’s why she hasn’t been talking to them. Not the best way to handle the whole thing, but then again, who am I to say anything.”

“Hm… So, she doesn’t like Yoongi then, right?”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at him. “…Well it’s not exactly a yes or no if she doesn’t know herself… Why do you ask?”

“Oh nothing… just you know… if he tries to talk to her again, I would, uh, know whether to let him or not… you know for y/n’s sake.”

Jimin looked back at him suspiciously. “Hm, well, you should let them talk. That would give y/n a chance to get some closure.” He could have sworn he saw Jungkook frown the slightest bit.

“Yeah, good idea.”

Whole Lotta Love

Author’s Note: Oh my gosh I am so nervous. This is my first ever attempt at smut…if you can even call it that. But I kind of liked this so I’m going to put it out here. Please be kind and offer any constructive criticism you can. I am going to tag some people to tell me what they think. I hope you all enjoy it.

Word Count: 2,239 (Holy Hell)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Heavy Drinking, Language

Song Inspirations: “Wasting All These Tears” by Cassadee Pope and “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin

Originally posted by pleasingpics


The only thing you could feel at the moment was the cold porcelain tub on your back as you raised the bottle to your lips. You chuckled to yourself as you slid further in; you had originally planned to take a hot bath to calm your nerves, but that idea went out the window and you just decided to lie in it and drink your pain away. You looked down at your stomach and legs; they were the only things visible as you sat in your sports bra and capri-length leggings. If anyone looked at you right now, they would think you were being beaten. This caused you to chuckle again and you picked your phone up, checking it once more, scoffing when you still had nothing. Not even a text saying he wasn’t coming back tonight. You were about to put the phone back down, but decided that maybe a little music would help. So you climbed out of the tub, stumbling a bit before plugging in your Bluetooth speaker and connecting your phone to it. Putting your songs on shuffle, you laughed rather loudly as the song’s intro filled your ears. Cassadee Pope’s haunting voice caused tears to fill your eyes as you finished the fifth of Jim Beam and opened the next one lined up. Before you did, though, you looked into the bottle and giggled, muttering to yourself “nope, he’s not in there!” 

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Never Let You Go

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

sequel to “Needed Me

Genre: angst

Featuring: Min Yoongi

A/N: italics are flashback

You weren’t sure why you let the boys convince you to meet them out, but here you were, staring at yourself in the mirror all done up.

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Thirsty Thursday - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,426

Summary: The reader wants Dean to go out for Thirsty Thursday, even though he needs to study for an important test.

Part 1 Part 2


“A video?” You say confused.

“Yup.” Dean says with a smirk.

“Oh god. Did I do something ridiculous at the bar?” You say suddenly feeling nervous.

“Nah, we were here. It was just you and me.”

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Daddy It's Cold Outside

Prompt: You and Shane get snowed in a cabin in the mountains and have to find things to do to keep yourself “occupied”. @welshwitch5

There is Daddy!Kink ahead…cause it’s Shane and like always I just can’t without it…Even if it's just a little bit. And it also turned FluffySmutty.

@lip-sync @emmarablack @lunaticfringe216 @amberhere-hi @thatonegirloncealways @queenreignsempire @debeauxmots @kittencutie245 @ilovesamizaynn @banrioncethlenn @screamersdontdance @redalternativefirefly @filthy-parade @welshwitch5 @nickysmum1909 @msgem @uberduber-loulou @cutester @charlitflair @harleyquinnnikki @lclb12 @imagines–assemble @wrasslin-rollins @xenofi  @daywalker666 @heilisk @racheo91 @lilmisscrisis  @alexispoo

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[Ask RPedia] Using Commas?

Anonymous asked: This is an incredibly dumb question, but I’m tired of racking my brain until I’m afraid to post, could you possibly write a brief explanation on commas? High school had successfully ingrained in my mind that commas are a sin, along with the word ‘said’. To this very day I hesitate on whether a comma is needed, and it severely hinders my ability to enjoy rping. 

I am a genuine sinner when it comes to commas. I use commas everywhere. I use commas in my sleep. I’m pretty sure, if God were watching, he’d ask, “What the fuck is with that kid and his commas??? I didn’t make you like this?!?” He did not make me like this, I just came out that way. Originally the issue is a lot of kids do run-on sentences with them so killing commas saved lives. An entire 3 page paper with no periods and 300 commas? That was a thing. If you use commas right though, ain’t no harm to them.

This and “said”, is not a sin. “Said” was considered, for the brief period in which we all went to school, some kind of darkness because REPETITION IS HORRIBLE, but it turns out our brains completely zap it out of our consciousness. Jumps right over it. The bigger stumbling block is coming up with a ton of new ways to say “said”, which can sound fucking stupid, and totally makes conversations glitchy to read. Use “said”, it is a good word. It’s an honest word. It’s a word that works like background noises, sometimes the sound of the fan drives someone nuts, but usually we all just ignore it instead. Someone who doesn’t like fan noises ever existing and wanted to eradicate them eternally, however, yelled about “said” and fucked up an entire generation with a fear they don’t need.

So, let’s, go, bitch, about, commas, under, the, read, more, shall, we?

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Hakobe Resort. Chapter 4

Warning! Rated M for foul language, sexual content (in every chapter), and adult situations. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. This is my submission for NALULOVEFEST 2016.

Summary: Natsu and Lucy’s two year wedding anniversary is coming up, and Natsu wants to do something to surprise his lovely wife. A weekend alone at the newly built Hakobe Resort should do the trick!

Word count: 7,472

Read chapter: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter Four: Moans

Natsu was on edge the entire third day of their vacation. It had little to do with the fact that it was their two year anniversary today, and more to do with the interesting sounds Lucy made throughout the day.

The first thing the couple went to do after eating breakfast was go to the spa in the resort. They had to fill out some forms, which normally wouldn’t bother Natsu, but when they told him to take off his sandals and put on some slippers, he felt a little awkward. Lucy seemed to have no problems with this, or when they told them to strip down and put on robes. He didn’t like that all they had on was their underwear beneath the robes.

The robes were white and fluffy, feeling weird on the dragon slayer’s rough skin. He went with it though, since his wife said how excited she was to get started. He only booked the spa day to please her anyway. He didn’t know he’d actually be participating as well.

They were directed to a couple’s hot spring. Natsu and Lucy were allowed to get naked, but couldn’t fool around due to the glass door to the private room. It was hard to see through, but someone could tell if a couple was getting it on in the water.

That was when Lucy let out the first sound that drove him crazy. She moaned, loudly when her body sank into the hot water. Natsu felt his cock twitch to life, but he couldn’t do anything with his lovely wife who sat less than a foot away. He wanted to reach over and tease her, but he also didn’t want to ruin her spa day.

Natsu felt like she deserved a day of relaxation, even if it meant he couldn’t touch her sexually. He figured it’d be easy. ‘I can deal with a moan,’ he thought, but boy was he wrong.

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Just the two of us

Part 6

OKAY, so sorry this one took so long but I present to you, PART 6! *cheering in the background* Anyway, I had school and work which delayed this, and I really hope the next part doesn’t take as long. 

(Also, if anyone can find the reference I made to ACOTAR, and not ACOMAF cause that one is really obvious, I will hand out a teaser for the Part 7! :) )

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 7, Part 8Part 9.

Word Count: 3,101

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The next three days passed in a blur.

I finished my painting for my advanced art class two days after Halloween. My portrait of Hades was hauntingly similar to how Rhysand dressed for Halloween.

It was a profile from the side, the Hades in my picture smirked over at the viewer. His eyes gleamed with mischief and something darker. He held out a hand that was drenched in a flame of shadow.

He had the same facial structure as Rhys but I swapped out the violet of his irises for a brown so dark it was almost black. I also made his lips thinner and hair longer. It looked like Rhys but only if you knew where to look.

For example, I can’t look at the hard line of his jaw too long otherwise my brain will revert back to when I was snuggled against him.

I had covered the painting until it was due this morning.

And then after class I had a twelve hour shift working at the coffee shop down the street. Although I absolutely hate my job, it pays really well and helps to pay rent—the free tea during my shift isn’t that bad of a deal either.

Now I was soaking in a bubble bath, my current novel was set beside the tub as I sink lower into the steaming water. I wanted the stench of coffee off of my skin and out of my hair.

I hadn’t gotten any sarcastic texts from Rhys about us hanging out again. I was actually looking forward to seeing him again.

I push the thought of him out of my mind. I am too tired to think about some handsome guy who spent the night in my bed. It was late already, and if I could I would fall asleep right in the bath.

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I am towel drying my hair as I walk out of the bathroom and into my room. Rhysand’s shirts were really very comfortable to sleep in, I had on the second one he had left me along with warm leggings.

My teeth were already brushed, my hair was now a damp curtain down my back, and I could hold off one more night on my English Lit paper.

I would like to say I climb nicely into bed but it was more like a face-first swan dive onto my sheets. My face hits the pillow with a cushioned thump.

Flicking the lamp off on my nightstand was always so nice to me. When the darkness finally envelopes me and I can sink into it, drifting off to sleep with the darkness comforting my mind like the blankets on my bed.

The darkness that was interrupted by the flash of light on my phone.

I groan inwardly, who the hell would be texting me at 12:30 on a Tuesday night?

Rhysand’s name flashed across my phone, making my heart stumble.

Of course he would be trying to talk to me when I was trying to go to sleep. He did say he was a night owl.

“Hello Feyre darling, I don’t know if you’re up but I have made reservations tomorrow night and hope you would like to accompany me. I have something planned for afterwards too. Dress nice. x Rhys.” 

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berrystartrekkingwithsuperlock  asked:

Thanks for the link, I'm on my iPad so couldn't see the rules! Ok, so the crew are on shore leave and Jim takes Bones to an alpine cabin (maybe just as friends for now - both can be pining). Storm hits and they can't contact anyone, just as Bones falls sick. So Jim has to look after him until they can be rescued. Basically some sick Bones, concerned/caring Jim and a happy, McKirky ending ☺️ you can alter any aspect of my prompt, these are my main requirements 😉 Thanks!

  • “What are we doing here?” Bones asks, dropping his bag on the hard wooden floor. “Look,” Jim says, dropping his bag right next to Bones’, “you diagnosed me with stress-” “I never did that,” Bones replies. “- and I know you are. So I just thought: weekend away, just the two of us. We can go hiking tomorrow, there’s a BBQ here, and a big TV in the living. We’ll watch the game at night, and… did I mention the hot tub?” “You had me at hot tub,” Bones says, and Jim snorts. “That was literally the end of my sentence.” “Okay,” Bones says, “but I’m taking the bedroom.” Jim watches Bones’ backside as he walks away. “Wait,” Jim says, “there’s only one bedroom?”
  • The first night they’re there, the weather is fantastic. It’s chilly, yeah. But the hot tub makes up for that. They sit together, drink beer in the warm water. At night, they watch a game on TV while enjoying toast and soup Jim brought along from the small shop a few miles away. But Bones starts falling asleep on the couch after at least four beers and a movie’s on. It’s honestly among the best things Jim has ever seen. “You know,” Jim says, hand on Bones’ leg, “we can always continue this party in the bedroom.” He does that extremely over the top wink, and Bones laughs. “G'night, Jim.”
  • It’s grey and eerily quiet when Jim wakes up. His plans are to have a quiet breakfast, go for a long hike. They can even go hunting and fishing, and have a BBQ on the porch at night. Honestly, that sounds pretty great. As long as there’s another night of Bones stripping to get into the hot tub, Jim’s all for it.
  • But they never actually get very far. When Bones wakes up for breakfast, he looks pale and he has very little apetite. Not just that, it starts snowing. Which is incredible at first, because growing up in a world of climate change, Georgia is mostly warm and sunny all year around. Jim finds out, to his amazement, that Bones has never actually experienced snow before. So they go outside, Bones forgets about feeling a bit sick for a while. And he looks so good, dressed in that warm comfortable jacket, snowflakes sticking to his hair. They walk down to the lake. Fishing isn’t so bad before the water’s frozen over. But the snow continues falling, and the wind is cold. Bones pretends to be fine, and -fuck, he looks handsome- but Jim can tell he’s not feeling himself. And the walk back is terrible; a full on snow storm hits them and they make it back to the house both feeling thoroughly cold. “I’m gonna take a shower,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “Want me to join?” he asks. Bones rolls his eyes at that. He doesn’t technically say no, but Jim decides not to follow him after all.
  • Things get considerably worse quick; Bones gets a full on flu. At night, Jim hears him cough and groan, but at least it’s over tomorrow. They can go back home.
  • Or not, because their comms are down because of the storm. For some reason, no one is reacting to any of their messages, it’s just static. Bones is getting progressively more sick, too. He doesn’t really eat any solid food - which is okay, because the most they have is canned crap from back when they could still make it to the local shop. Now, though, the snow is thick and there’s just no way. Jim suggests, though, but Bones shakes his head. “Are you crazy?” he asks, “you might get lost in the snow and freeze to death. I don’t want to be stuck here by myself.” “Aw, you’d miss me too much?” Jim grins, nudging his elbow. Bones’ skin feels hot and Jim reaches out, pressing a hand on Bones’ forehead. “You playin’ doctor now?” Bones asks, tilting his head to the side, and ignoring Jim’s worried frown. “You’re sick.” “No shit,” Bones says, “who brought me to this place?” “This place is fine!” Jim counters, “I don’t control the weather.” Bones huffs, quietly turning towards the TV. He falls asleep pretty soon after, and Jim pulls him in closer when he feels the other shiver.
  • Jim did bring some chicken, so he makes chicken soup to the best of his abilities. It’s quite salty, but that seems to make Bones feel a little better. Even if just for a little while.
  • A day after they were supposed to leave, they’re still there. It’s infuriating, and now Jim starts feeling sick, too. Not as bad as Bones, honestly, but definitely a cold. So Jim curls up next to Bones on the couch, both covered under a bunch of blankets. “I hate you,” Bones mutters under his breath, and Jim smiles faintly. “This wasn’t supposed to be so bad,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “That sounds like your life’s motto.”
  • It takes another two days before Uhura gets through to them on their communicator. “Jim? Captain, are you there?” Jim wakes up to the sound of his communicator, pressed closely against Bones’ chest while both of them sleep under a pile of blankets. “Uhura,” Jim says, voice sore as he speaks. “James,” Uhura says, sighing in relief, “where are you two? We were scheduled to leave Earth two days ago! Please don’t tell me your stupid plan to seduce Bones worked so well you forgot to leave.” “We’re stuck,” Jim says, sitting up straight and hushing her quiet, “can you beam us out?”
  • They make it back to the Enterprise finally, and Bones gives both of them a flu shot immediately. Almost instantly, Jim feels better. Still a vague headache, but Jim feels the flu eb away quick enough. “So,” Bones says, “I heard that.” “Heard what?” “Uhura was talking about your elaborate plan to seduce me.” “Ah,” Jim replies, throwing him a small grin and he rubs the back of his neck, “yeah, about that-” “You organized a weekend away to a quiet cabin to seduce me.” “Okay, don’t call it that,” Jim warns him, “it was supposed to be just a friendly weekend away, okay? And if something happened, great. Fantastic. But that wasn’t, I swear, that wasn’t the–” He’s shut up when Bones leans in, kisses him and pressing him back against the bio bed. Jim’s hands find their way around his shoulders, and he kisses him back. His skin is still a little hot, but Jim feels instantly better. Bones looks better, too, when he pulls away. “That’s the most romantic thing someone’s ever done for a friend,” Bones says, and Jim smiles. “You’ve always been more than just a friend to me.”
You’re Flawless: Sebastian Stan x Reader // Requested

Request:  Hiii!!! Can u do an imagine with #25 and #35 there are in the first list!! Plssss💘 bth u are awesome <- Thank you!!!! You are more awesome! 

Warnings: Angsty(AF) / Fluffy (AF) / Swearing (A lot lmao) 

Words: 1000+ 

Characters: Sebastian Stan / Reader

*BTW, requests are open and you can suggest any stories you want me to write! It can be Seb, Chris, Steve, Bucky, even TJ or Chris Beck! My ask is: here :)* 


I walked solemnly into Sebastian’s apartment, huffing out a breath of relief after climbing what felt like twenty flights of stairs. Blowing a piece of untucked hair from my face I felt a presence already in the room with me, and I was right. Because there he was Sebastian, in all his godly beauty. For a moment I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach because of his shirtless figure. Was he trying to rub it into my face? 

“Hey, babe! How are ya?” God, I wish his “babe’s” actually meant what  I wished them to mean. 

But Sebastian though, was always the flirt, even to me his best friend of five somewhat years. He was a flirt alright, and it killed me every time I remembered that. I wished his eyes didn’t look at me as a friend, and his heart ached for mine just as much as mine begged, pleaded, screamed, for his. 

I must’ve been gazing off because I heard his voice call my name and pull me back into reality. A reality that made my heart drop at the sight of, “Sorry, long day. A-am I intruding Baz?” I heard my wobbly voice and straight up a bit, trying to pull myself the fuck together. 

How can I, though! Here he is, half-naked, with his hair splattered all over the place. It wasn’t an ‘I’ve been snoozing’ messy hair, no, this was sex-hair. Heartbreaking sex-hair. 

He stood up from his chair, walking towards me with a smirk, that bastard. I gulped when I saw he was only wearing underwear now, and not boxers. These were not giving much for my imagination. Did this boy have no shame? “I must’ve…” I didn’t need to hear his sexcapades, I had to fucking bolt now if I wanted to contain the small, tiny amount of pride I had left in my body. 

Turning and reaching for the door, I quickly paused my movements when I heard Sebastian yelp. “No! Stay, babe, stay…” Smiling, I pivoted around, putting a bit of swagger in my step as I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall to its normal resting spot. “So…” I enquired, “This ensemble is for me then?” I lackadaisically pointed at his figure, going up and down slowly with a small smirk emerging from the right corner of my lips. 

Teasingly he flexed and spun around, modeling his physic. “Yea, actually. You like?" 

The smirk fell into a sincere smile on my face at his words, "Yea… actually. Naked looks good on you, Seb.”

 Either Sebastian chose to ignore my eyes bearing into his, or he just didn’t realize how much genuine love they held for him. Letting an unrestrained laugh, he walked over to me and slung one arm around my shoulder, giving the top of my head a kiss as he pulled down the hallway into his living room. We landed on the couch with a “Hmph” and stared at the tv, not sharing a word with each other, despite the fact that he was still very close to full on nude. 

“Aren’t you a tad cold, at all?” I asked, trying not to look at his cute little blush that appeared on his face. “No, I’m warm-blooded. Plus, I got you to keep me warm." 

God, is he trying to kill me? Is he! Cause he’s doing a fine job at it! 

I guess Seb was finally taking in my reclusive demeanor as he paused the tv on a yogurt commercial that I always had insisted was disgusting and repulsive as I hated yogurt and everything it had to offer. I don’t care if it keeps me regular I am not eating that nasty slime! 

What’s goin’ on? Are you okay?” I felt the bulge of ‘No actually, I’m in love with you and I always have been from the start and we should never have been just friends I should’ve asserted myself more and pushed to ask you out on a date’ 

But instead, all I got out was “Mhm.” I felt my hands start to stroke one another as if I was washing them, and my mind was starting to count back from ten to one over and over again. Sebastian pulled away slightly when he saw my fast hands rubbing each other in my lap, "Bullshit,” he whispered softly. I guess he was trying to not make me upset. It was, though… the more he was nicer the more I felt like screaming at him for his perfection. I knew my posture was tense and I was showing every damn sign of stress but I couldn’t help it. 

I was one balloon too full of air and with one tiny poke, I would burst. “Seba, please leave it alone…I just want to watch the television…" 

Now he has fully pulled away from me, turning his torso so his abs were in my fucking side-eye, on full frontal display. God was he toned… 

"No! Tell me what is going on, now. We don’t keep secrets, remember?" 

"Yes, I fucking remember.” I retorted shrilly. My voice got twenty levels higher when I was upset, and he knew that. Sebastian wasn’t letting this one go, though. No matter how much stress he saw vibrating inside me. 

“Then if you fuckin’ remember…tell me!” I stood up suddenly, making Sebastian move away on the couch at my swift movement. Turning towards him I pointed my finger at his face as if I was his damn mother. At this point, I didn’t care. I couldn’t do this today, not now, not ever. 

“Don’t talk down to me.” I gritted at him, my pupils dilating at the anger that coursed through my veins, finally feeling itself become released from the cage I kept it held in for so long. 

“I’m just trying to ask what the fuck is up with you! God, what the hell happened between the door and the couch?” Standing up, I saw from lack of no shirt, that he was quick to tense up just as of I was. His chest was fucking popping out and his biceps were like the Appalachian mountains with those fuckin’ toned, structured muscles popping out, one by one. 

“It wasn’t what happened from the door to the couch, Sebastian, it’s what happened from the moment I met you!" 

Oh fuck me, this was it. This was gonna be a knockdown, drag out. 

"What? What the fuck does that mean? Why does everything have to turn into a fight with you!” His arms were splayed out in confusion and I hated the sadness rising in his voice. I couldn’t do this to him, I couldn’t witness myself be the cause of his unhappiness. 

Shaking my head, I turned towards the door to lead out of his apartment. I grabbed my jacket and slung it over my shoulder, wringing my hands together still and mumbling out words that were part of my thoughts. They were not sentences, just spurts of words from the conflict that was going on inside my head. “Forget, fuck, I can’t, you are too, why am I, shit, leave, go, stupid, stupid-” I jolted back from an arm reaching out to me, but I quickly shook out of it. “Sebastian let go of my arm! Let me go! I don’t want this! I don’t want to do this anymore!" 

I had no clue what I was saying, I was a hot mess, caught up too much in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I was coming across to Sebastian as if I didn’t want to be friends anymore. Far from it, babe, oh so far from it. 

"What? So you just want to throw this all away- fuck. You know? Fine! Forget me, forget us. We were a tragedy from the start.” No, no, no. 

“Sebastian-” “Leave. Go! If that’s what you want. Because honestly, if you can’t tell me this thing them what is this friendship even?" 

This was the nightmare I woke up to in tears, the one that I feared in my heart of hearts… Sebastian was done with me. Then pressed the needle against me, and I popped with a bang. 

"You-you want to know what this thing- this thing is! Huh? Do you? Is it tearing you apart to not know?” I was hollering with hot tears running down my splotchy red cheeks. My eyes were swollen already from the tears and pressure I felt with every single second that went by. 

He stomped over to me and held my arms at my sides tightly, making me let out a gasp from oxygen deprivation. Sucking in some oxygen loudly, you could hear waves within my breathing from the cascading tears that ran down my face, onto my shirt, and right down to his wooden floors. “What is going on, babe?" 

"I’ve never wanted to be friends… I-I always wanted more, Seb-” I let out a sob as I felt him let go as soon as he heard the word more. I’ve lost him already. 

I-I knew you didn’t see me like tha-that! So I went along with i-it. Until” Shaky breath out, and a small take in of air in I finished my speech, “Until I realized that seeing you with other girls hurt like a punch in the face.” I felt my blood pressure lower, and my pulse rate goes down. Everything was done. I was no longer his friend, he knew now that was I felt. 

It was all fucked up. Great. Now it’s time to recover with a tub of ice cream and some Adele in the privacy of my tiny little apartment two blocks from here. 

“I’m sorry if I hurt or scared you, Baz. I never meant to do anything but be close to you. I guess I was fooling myself along the way, thinking that love could be stowed away in the reward of your friendship. Well, it can’t." 

"Why…” Sebastian interrupted, I looked up from the floor where I had been staring at instead of his face. I was sure he was showing a lot of discomforting right now but when I turned and saw his eyes showing an indefinite feeling within them I felt a jolt of hope rising in me. 

“Why what?” 

“Why did you never tell me? About your feelings?” 

I let out an exasperated laugh, “Well, you never showed any interest and I’m not going to fuck up something so dear to my heart just because I feel something different-” 

“But that’s bullshit, and you know it. Your feelings matter just as much as mine do…” The closer Sebastian came, the more my body eased up. I was no longer holding something from him, and his touch wasn’t something I feared any longer. It was something I craved. 

My voice was fragile as glass and quiet as a pin dropping to a carpet, “I didn’t want to lose you, you mean too much to me.” 

“And you mean more than you obviously don’t know.” I knitted my eyebrows in confusion but felt something I’d never expect in a million years. A kiss. 

His lips were cold but still smooth, they held contrast with mine that was warm and dry from my shallow breathing. At first, when I felt his lips hit mine, I was sure I’d been knocked out and was simply having one of the same dreams I had almost every night. 

But no, this wasn’t a dream. This was real. He was holding me to his still, close to full nudity, body. With one hand cupping the back of my head, holding my hair tentatively and the other resting on my warm cheek, brushing away the tears that still leaked from my eyes. When I finally realized that this was not a dream, I let myself reciprocate the kiss, and I reached up, putting my arms around his neck, letting them dangle just below the nape of his neck, sometimes coming up to grab onto that thick Romanian head of hair he was blessed to have. 

It wasn’t until the kiss was broken and smiles were exchanged, along with giggles and chuckles of relief that I opened my wet eyelashes, seeing him finally as close to me as I always wanted him to be. I was finally held in his arms. “You know, if you had said something before… we wouldn’t have had to wait five years for this moment…” Sebastian bit his lip, looking down at my now plumped lips that were pink from that everlasting kiss. I smiled and looked up into his eyes, letting my hands slide back to hold onto his cheeks now. I had an urge to try and retain every memory of this moment, maybe because it felt so sweet and felt so divine. Either way, I was letting every millisecond we held each other close sink into my brain and cling to my heart. 

“If I had waited, this moment wouldn’t have been so sweet, then. Wouldn’t it?” He shook his head and let out a breathless laugh, “You really are the best damn human being, you know that, babe?" 

Oh Seb, if you only knew how perfect you were…there’d be no competition on who’s the best, my darling. 


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Andrew Biersack x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence


“Let’s go!” you gasp, darting forward along the sidewalk. Andy laughs before taking off after you, and the two of you run down the suburban streets of L.A., heading toward the house party one of your old friends were throwing.

It was gonna be a helluva night.

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Whispering Pines - Part Two

Part One

SUMMARY: You and Sam go undercover as a couple in a gated community where the residents are disappearing.

Warnings: Language and sexual Content (in future parts)


“Well, hey there!” A bouncing, forty-something blonde greets you as Sam open your car door. “We’ve been waiting for you. On behalf of the Whispering Pines board of residents, we’re just so excited that you’re joining our little community.”

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Calvin X Reader - Happy Accidents - Chapter 1

A/N Requested by anon. Sorry this is a day late, and kinda sucks. There were a few spots that I just couldn’t put into words without it sounding funny. I hope this is okay though. If you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them my way!

“Sorry for no game play today, guys. I just got home from running a bunch of errands and I’m too tired to play anything, so hopefully just my face will do,” you explained, smiling into the camera and watching as the chat filled with people assuring you it was alright, and hoping you got your rest.

Though you only had a small YouTube following, and an even smaller following that watched your streams, you appreciated everyone that watched your content as they all seemed to really care about you, and lately the amount of people who did just this had been growing intensely.

You had been planning this stream for a few days now, and since you announced it everyone had been excited, asking about the famous YouTuber ‘Leafyishere’ seeing as you had made a video on him recently talking about his content and joking on him periodically throughout the video. Though you had done this to many other YouTubers before, never had one responded to a video of yours, and since that’s just what Leafy had done people were excited for you to talk about the entire experience.

Reading a few of the messages in the chat, you giggled, saying hello to people who asked, and answering commonly asked questions that usually revolved around personal information you didn’t care to share.

Not 5 minutes into the chat and you got the question you knew was coming.

“How does it feel to be acknowledged by Leafyishere?” a comment read, coming from an anonymous commenter.

You thought about the question after you had read it aloud, not having seriously thought about the whole experience as you didn’t see it how others did.

Not an hour after you uploaded that video, you checked your Twitter to find you had a new dm that just so happened to be from Calvin. Though you were excited that he had even watched your video it never felt weird seeing as the two of you were just people and two people talking wasn’t weird. The two of you talked for quite a while about your video and he even asked about making a response to it which you gladly approved of tell him to give you his worst, to which you feel he did a good job of, considering his entire video was full of roasts and jokes.

“Well, I mean, I still feel the same really. He’s just a person,” you began, trying to find the best words to describe how you felt, “He dmed be a bit after my video was uploaded and after that we kinda just started talking.”

You smiled lightly feeling you had explained well, and read the chat as people said everything to, they “were jealous of you” to, they “wished Calvin would notice them a swell.”

You just shrugged and took a sip of your coffee, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, “I mean I’d say we are friends now. Since then we’ve talked a bit so I’d like to think so even if he doesn’t feel the same.”

One comment stood out to you after this, it being must longer than the average one, “@skyfallffy178: What’s it like being friends with Leafy? Do you two flirt? Are you interested in him? Are you dating? Dude what if you guys were dating and we had no idea.”

You laughed aloud as you read, finding it hilarious that someone would even think this. Though the idea did appeal to you, you could tell that something such as a romantic relationship would be unlikely with Calvin.

“To the person saying Calvin and I could be dating, I’m going to shut that down right now. We aren’t and probably never will, but hey? He seems like a pretty cool dude and being just a friend is fine with me,” you chatted, looking from the chat to your camera, smiling widely.

Again the chat began to roar after hearing your response and you felt a bit bad that you couldn’t read every message, though you did pick out a few that caught your eye and read them aloud, trying your best to appeal to everyone watching.

“'Were you surprised by the sudden gain in subscribers?’,” you read off, having thought about this question for the last few days now, “I was surprised actually, yeah! I honestly didn’t expect any of this really. For those watching who don’t know, I’ve gained quite a few subs after Calvin did that response video, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. I love making videos for you guys and there being more doesn’t change anything. It just makes me more motivated to do videos everyday.”

You smiled cheerily into the camera, reading a few more messages

“'Would you date Calvin if he was into you?’" 

When reading this message you couldn’t help but have to stop for a few moments becoming stumped, having not thought of the possibility that he would ever be interested in you, “I don’t think that would ever happen, honestly. But I mean I guess if he asked I would say yes? I mean he’s kinda cute, and really nice. Honestly I probably would, he just seems so-”

You broke off and held your breathe, realizing the tangent you were going down and stopped instantly, registering what you had just done.

“I-I don’t know actually. Probably not. He probably wouldn’t ever like me anyways, so why think about that kind of thing? God you guys are asking some personal questions,” you stammered, feeling yourself becoming hot in embarrassment and anxiety.

You had fucked up and you knew you were going to pay for it. Not only had you been responding to questions about you and Calvin’s theoretical relationship but you answered them in such a way that people could take further than it needed to. Yes, you did like Calvin and if he ever did ask you out, you’d say yes, but no one, not even the internet, needed to know that.

The rest of the stream people in the chat kept bringing up what you had said about Clavin, and trying your best to avoid that topic from that point on, it was becoming hard to find questions about anything else, so you decided it was time to wrap things up and pray your friendship with the YouTube famous boy would last through the end of the night.

“Um hey guys, it’s getting kinda late and I know the stream has only been going on for about an hour but I really need to get some house cleaning done, and edit a video. I hope all you lovelies have a great day, and I really had a good time,” you spewed lying, through your teeth, feeling guilty you had to lie to your viewers in the first place, “Uh, bye!”

You quickly pressed ‘End Stream’ before leaning back in your computer chair and pressing your hands to your face in humiliation. How could you have been so dumb as you say those things about Calvin in a live stream. If anything the boy would probably be more inclined to stop talking to you over your stupidity rather than what you actually said.

Feeling all the stress getting to your head, you logged off of your computer and made your way to the bathroom, in your single bedroom apartment, and began to run the water in the tub, in desperate need for a well deserved bath.

Whilst soaking in bubbles, and lavender oil, thinking about what had happened on the stream today you soon calmed yourself down, chalking it all up to be an over exaggeration on your part. Calvin wasn’t going to know you said anything on the sort about him, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t take it the way you thought he might. Though this thought didn’t completely settle your nerves, it did help.

Just as you were beginning to get out of the tub and dry off, you looked to the bathroom counter, were your phone sat, and watched as the screen lit up with a notification. Feeling it could wait, you made your way out of the bathroom and to your room, quickly throwing on a pair of pajamas and running a brush through your wash hair.

Once you finally had the chance to look at your phone, you almost regretted picking it up in the first place. On your screen read, “Direct Message from: @Leafyishere.”

You began to panic all over again and mentally punched yourself in the face, hating yourself for ever letting those damned words leave your mouth.

Wearily, you unlocked your phone, and clicked on the Twitter icon, fearing the worst. As you tapped on your phone screen you could feel your muscles tighten, and your stomach drop.

“Hey, [Y/N]. Do you have a minute?” read the message.

You thought about your response, trying to talk yourself into believing what he had to say had nothing to do with your stream, “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“How was your stream earlier?”

You curled your toes in a panic but still kept calm, hoping it would blow over, but having a gut feeling, he was onto something, and he wasn’t going to drop it.

“It was fine. Nothing super interesting,” you answered blandly, desperately trying to lose his interest.

All you wanted in this moment was to go back to past you and smack her in the face, preventing the cause of all this stress from occurring.

“I got a few messages from some friends, saying you said some stuff about me. I was just wondering if you really said that shit.” Calvin asked, seeming to be calm, while you were having an all-out civil war in your head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honestly. I said a lot of stuff during the stream, and I cant decide what you mean specifically,” you babbled knowing damn-well what he meant, though you’d never admit it.

After this message, Calvin took over two minutes to reply, and you had never felt like disappearing more in your life.

“Someone said you liked me. Is that true?”

Your worst fear came true, and you couldn’t help but vocally scream as you read, now knowing Calvin had heard what you said.

Almost shaking now, worried for the worst you began to type, “Um. No? I didn’t say that at all.”

“Oh. Uh, okay then. I was actually gonna see if when the next convention comes around, if both of us were going, if you’d wanna do something. Like dinner, or some coffee, but that’s cool.”

You blushed as you read, instantly sighing after once done, not realizing you had stopped breathing completely. Calvin wanted to have dinner with you?

“Wait, you’d like to have dinner sometime?” you typed out, desperate for conformation.

“I mean, yeah. You’re cute and funny, and I thought you kinda felt the same but if not that’s cool.”

Once you received this message you typed faster than you ever had before, not wanting Calvin to have the wrong idea for another second.

“No, no. I do feel the same. I just didn’t really think you’d me into me like that. haha.”

You felt like God himself had come down and given you a miracle. Not only did Calvin feel the same way as you, but he actually wanted to act on those feelings.

You couldn’t keep the intense grin off your face as you waited for a reply, holding in a squeal of excitement.

“I don’t know why you’d think that. I’m super into you honestly. How about next time we are both free and close, we meet up?”

You responded with a yes, smiling so wide, you felt your face might get stuck that way, not that you were complaining.

“Haha great,” Calvin typed back, quicker than expected, ‘I got a video to record so I’m gonna go but I can’t wait to see you. Bye [Y/N]“

You were read as a tomato reading Clavin’s message and couldn’t hold in your excitement, instantly texting a close friend, but keeping it inconspicuous, as not to start any drama or rumors.

Once done texting your friend, you laid on your bed, holding your phone to your chest, thanking old you for being so dumb as to share your feelings over a life stream. Though it may have caused you anxiety in the beginning everything was turning out to be okay, and way better than ever expected.

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Can you write a V wedding night smut that starts off the day before with BTS throwing a bachelor party for him and he gets cocky about what his late night plans with his new wife are, but then on the big day the wife is really nervous and worried about "doing the deed" and V makes her feel more comfortable about it. (Sorry this is worded poorly) thank you!

Fluff and cute smut coming up (although I don’t know if those two words go with smut… but seriously, there’s a lot of fluffy fluff before the smut starts); hope you enjoy!!~ 
- Devi ^3^

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i’ll make you feel beautiful

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