i thought i would just mess around for a bit

Heir to a Kingdom [3]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Um, NSFW/spoiler warning, you and Lotor frick at the end. If you are uncomfortable with smut, I will bold where it begins so you can easily skip over it, since this chapter has some important plot to it, as well. It’s just the Unnecessary Yet Obligatory Smut Chapter™.

There are so many loopholes in this story please forgive me

This is so drawn out I apologize, omg none of this makes sense but, I’m pretty damn proud

– Ryan

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

You’d been nothing but an enigma since you’d regained your consciousness. Lotor couldn’t figure it out. It was apparent even before your presence on that ship: you were a puzzle. Countless times he’s tried to get a rise from you – information – anything, but each time you’d unwittingly beat him at his own game.

And that’s what infuriated him to no end.

Lotor grits his teeth – he’s getting nowhere with this direct approach. Torture was looking more and more appealing by the minute, though he knew he had no method of interrogation that a mere human could withstand. And as much as he hates to admit it, your intel was too important to him to throw away so easily.

He paces the command hall, his frustration evident in his frayed behavior. It didn’t help that he had Haggar so far up his ass for information since he’d executed his plan. He was running out of options, and he was running out of time. He throws his arm down on a control panel, splitting the metal frame beneath his fist. Severed wires throw up sparks, and the malfunction pulls up the data files he’d collected on you. One, in particular, had caught his attention, and a smile spread across his lips.

Perhaps he wasn’t as limited in options as he had thought.

Composing himself, he steps down from the podium and strides out of the hall, leaving behind a few rather stunned officers.


“Let’s talk about this project of yours.”

Your head snaps up at him, a mix of shock and confusion. “I’m sorry, my what now?”

“At this ‘Garrison’, you were commended for your study of deep space exploration, were you not?” Still unable to follow along, you watch the man before you, waiting for the punchline.

“You were a pivotal force in the Kerberos mission.” A smirk graces his face as he finally, finally, sees a reaction in you. You immediately jump up, staring him dead in the face.

“What do you know of the Kerberos Project?” Suspicion bubbles in your chest, almost chokingly, as anticipation joins it hand in hand. Lotor shrugs a shoulder, before he backs a step, and walks across the cell. “That was the farthest you humans had traveled in your galaxy,” he begins, recalling the document with ease, “when you had the misfortune of crossing my father.”

“Your… Father?” You begin connecting some dots, shock registering as you stare at Lotor again. Prince Lotor. It all made sense.

He was Zarkon’s son.

Lotor’s lip quivers as he can see your brain working on the information he feeds you, but makes no comment as he continues his conversation. “Your technology is primitive, nothing like how the millennia have shaped Galran science.”

“What are you trying to get at, Lotor?” You ask, tentatively. You don’t know how to test the waters with him, let alone where you stood. He held information about you that the Garrison had kept classified. What else did he know?

“Only an arrangement. Knowledge, for knowledge.”


Of course, none of this had turned out how you would have expected it. It had been days since that exchange, but you were freed from your chains. Though you were free to roam outside your cell, you were still heavily monitored. 

Lotor was sure to keep a close eye on you. You didn’t know how you felt, given the opportunity to study on the Galran ship. You felt as though you should be looking for a way, or a chance, to escape. But if Lotor’s attention was on you, that meant less time for him to plan another attack, and you liked to think you were buying the team time to think of a plan. You laid everything in their hands.

“Incredible..” You mutter, looking over the algorithm used to generate energy. Lotor’s brow raised at your mutter, a bit intrigued. “Who would have thought the remainder would be used to carry the power, instead of using an even calculation… it’s almost like it’s using the overflow of energy to jumpstart the reaction, then to follow it into a continuous stream..” You move to the monitor plugging the equation in, and watching the diagram as it portrays an example.

“When you generate excess energy, you kick-start a reaction.” Lotor walks up beside you, watching the math he’d been so familiar with since childhood. “If you can harness the extra energy, it acts as a backup generator, rather than a destructive force.” You look up at him from the corner of your eye. It was the first time he’d addressed you since ‘releasing’ you and allowing you to roam free through the Archive.

“How do you divert the excess energy from the core of the reactor? That much power could destroy this entire ship.” You ask him, and he’s a bit thrown off. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him a direct question, but that’s what he deserves if he’s going to butt in. Flustered, he answers every question you give to him


“It’s too time-consuming.” Haggar had warned him. “It would be much easier to dissect her brain.”

This threat had angered him, but not for the reason it should have. “Do not dare touch her.” He’d seethed, “I can handle this myself.”

He roars, the frustration in his cry resounding through the walls. He throws more clutter off from the table, but even the sound of breaking glass or the aggression could quell the emotions bubbling in him.

“What am I doing?!” He growls at himself as he looks at the turmoil he’d created. Books of Galran physics and chemistry are strewn about, papers he’d put together, and for what? Some human prisoner? What did she even mean to him?

“Lotor?” Your voice reaches his ears, and he goes rigid. You look around the room before you meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” You’re almost not surprised you don’t get an answer, but you’d heard his scream before, and the mess around the room only confirmed your suspicions.

Lotor just looks you over, studying you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you shift a bit uncomfortably. “I just.. I thought maybe.. I would check on you. To see what was wrong.” You say, unsure how to handle the awkward silence. But with Lotor, you knew more than to push your luck. You could tell when you were unwelcome.

“Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” You say, giving him a look – he could discern it worry – before you turn back, and leave him to his thoughts.


It was apparent even before your presence on that ship, that you were a puzzle. You haunted his mind then, but you cloud his judgment now. His thoughts are filled with the time you’ve shared together, and he doesn’t understand why. Why you are so open-minded. Why you are so bright, and cheery. Why you could look at him, and smile. Why you are so forgiving of him.

Later that night, you had returned the book you’d been trying to read to the Archive, and you’d made your way back to your room. Turning the corner to your room, you notice a figure standing in front of your door as if waiting for you.

“Lotor, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” He shakes his head, lifting his hand. “Come.” He says simply, opening your door and leading you inside. 

Lotor gives you no time to speak before he pushes you up against the door as he closes it. His eyes swim with a mix of emotions as they cast down on you, and you fall silent. Words form in your mouth, but your voice isn’t strong enough to deliver them. Not at this time.

“What are you doing to me,” he barks, “it’s not just now. Oh, no. Since I saw you, you’ve been this little weed in my brain, sticking your roots in and spreading.” You tense under his form, unsure of what to say or how to act.

“It’s so hard.. My chest can’t take the pressure.” Lotor’s words strained as if he’s fighting to say this. Your hand risks the action and moves up to cup his face. His skin is warm beneath your palm, and you smooth it across his cheek until your fingers brush against his ear.

“Lotor, you deserve to be happy.” Your statement catches him off guard, and his eyes widen a bit. “You have made me happy these past few weeks. I’ve learned a lot, and you’ve helped me with that.” You can see he’s struggling with an inner conflict, a battle that you couldn’t ever understand.

“I wouldn’t have grown if it weren’t for your help. You know, you can always ask for mine.”

There’s a spark behind his eyes, and he’s fueled by a resolute decision.

Lotor immediately leans down, smashing his lips against yours in an effort to ease the fire lit inside him. It was by no means a firm kiss. It was awkward and passionate, and it delivered an electrifying sensation. It was rash but genuine, and your arms found their way around his neck in no time.

As he pulls back for air, Lotor’s hands fall to your waist, drawing you in. Though you were breathless, you were eager to kiss him once more. This time you lean up slowly, rocking onto your toes to reach his lips.

Now it’s Lotor’s turn to melt. Your kiss was slow and meaningful, and he could feel every part of your soul as if it’d touched his own. He’s overwhelmed with emotion, following your kiss until he’s leading it, and pulling you close to his body until it’s not close enough.

Your knees are wobbling, and you’re finding it harder and harder to stand on your own. When your lips break part, he takes you from the wall, and lifting you in his arms, he carries you over to the bed. Laying you down, he finds his way on top of you.

Lotor takes his time, looking over you. The way your hair splays out over the pillow, how your cheeks are flushed hot and your chest gently heaves to collect air for your lungs.

“Magnificent.” The praises fall from his lips, as he leans down, brushing his lips teasingly across your cheek. His breath fans over your ear and falls over your neck, and you shudder, bringing your shoulder up to protect your ear from the ticklish sensation.

“Truly.” He brushes your hair away, easing your shoulder so he can dip down, his lips capturing your ear. You give a small mewl, whining at the way it tickles slightly. He smirks against your skin, this time biting down on your ear. 

“Interesting.” He muses, experimenting here and there with your reactions. He couldn’t have ever imagined how heavenly these sounds would be, or how much he deeply wanted to hear them. But now that he has, he doesn’t want to stop. 

His hands return to your waist as his lips continue their assault to your neck. Reaching the hem of your shirt, his fingers curiously slip under, keen on exploring the vast expanse of skin that lies underneath. You wiggle under his touch, his nails scraping along your skin in a very intimate way. Your shirt bunches up as his hands trail higher and higher. His mouth latches to a section of your neck where you produce a melodious noise every time he bites down.

Your hands find his biceps, holding onto him for a lifeline as he sucks a mark into your neck. He continues to touch your abdomen, leaving no inch of your skin unexplored, until he’s met with the underwire of your bra. You bite back a noise, much to Lotor’s displeasure. He bites the mark he’s made, drawing a yelp from you, then licks at it before he pulls away to investigate the impediment at his hands.

“Lotor..” Your voice is a bit shaky thanks to his handiwork, and he looks a bit smug. Knowing he had this effect on you was doing wonders for his ego. His hands search your bra, trying to find out how to remove it. He finds the hooks, having you arch your back as he works it open.

His hands return to your shirt, but before he lifts it off, he looks at you. He looks you over. For any signs of regret, but mostly for permission. He wanted to know what he was doing was right. You nod, and place your hands over his, helping him remove your shirt and bra.

He lays you back down on the bed, this time admiring your bare torso. Once you’re settled, his hand splays across your stomach, pushing up slowly. It cups under your breast, and your breath catches in your throat. The feel of his hand against the sensitive skin brought a chill and some goosebumps, but his eyes remained on your face. He watched for every reaction and listened for every noise. As his finger brushed over your hardening nipple you gasped at the sensation, looking away from him.

His eyes then fell to your chest, looking over your perfect body. He leans down and experimentally flicks his tongue out over your nipple. You give a shaky moan, looking down at him for a brief moment. Intense eyes, blown with lust and burning with desire, meet yours as he repeats his action.

You close your eyes, and Lotor continues, pressing his lip to the curve of your breast, sucking in another mark. His hands explore more, one of them traveling to your free breast, the other to your hip. Though the soft, quiet noises were delicious, they weren’t satisfying. Lotor felt the need to hear you louder, more desperate. He couldn’t deny he was feeling a bit strained, his own desire flowing hotly through his veins, but he wanted to savor every moment.

His kisses trail down your body until his chin hits the button of your pants. Suddenly you’re aware of the situation and you yelp in surprise when he tugs harshly on the button. His lips curl into a smirk as he yanks your pants away, and you cry his name out in surprise. Amused, he lifts a brow and licks his lips, “is there something wrong?” He teases, and you pout.

“N-no, but–” a moan, a real moan, falls from your lips as you feel his fingers experimentally rub your core. He groans in response to the overwhelming sensations, mostly your moan being what set him off.

And now he’s driven. His eyes shoot up to you again, watching intently for your reaction. “But? What is it, my little ‘Nova?” He teases, and you shake your head. He rubs again, this time harder, through the fabric of your underwear, and you arch off the bed with a jolt of pleasure.

“L-Lotor!” You settle back on the bed, trying to recover. Lotor purrs, the sound of it reverberates through your chest, and you whimper. Your legs part just a little more, welcoming him between them. “Eager, aren’t we?” The smug victory could be heard in his voice and you simultaneously wanted to hide in your shame, and punch him.

“P-please..” The sound of your begging rings through his ears, and his cock throbs against the fabric of his pants. He groans in response and pushes your legs apart. The sudden action made you yelp and the way you wiggle as he finally takes hold of the waistband of your underwear has him growing impatient.

Lotor pulls them from your legs, immediately settling between them once they’re off. He drags his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, drawing out a weak whimper from you, before his finger circles your core. He leans down and parts your folds with his thumbs, “I think I’ll just help myself if you don’t mind..” His voice was laced thick with lust, his eyes trail up to your face as he lowers his lips to your center. His tongue takes a long, languid lick up, gathering your taste across his tongue.

You cry out once again, your hands digging into the bedding as your hips arch off the mattress. Lotor’s met with a struggle as you keep moving. He throws his arm over your hip, holding you down as he adds more pressure to his next lap, easily finding your clit.

Your moans tumble out carelessly from there, only egging Lotor on to continue his actions. You climb higher and higher to your climax as Lotor nips and sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, burrowing into his locks as he picks up his pace. Unable to control yourself, you’re shaking and writhing, so close to your finish, as Lotor moves from licking and sucking to sliding his tongue inside you.

The sensation of his tongue inside you and his teeth scraping against your clit sent your into oblivion, and you scream his name. Lotor helps you through your orgasm, his hand coming up to find yours, his tongue gently licking up the mess he’s created.

He fixes himself, straightening up and wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

“But we’re not done yet, little ‘Nova.” He says, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. You shudder at the raw sound of it and help him remove his clothes though you’re still in a haze from your high. Lotor chuckles, and eases you back down, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes.

Easing himself between your legs this time, you see him from a different perspective. He kneels before you, bare and naked as you are, but infinitely more beautiful. Your hand comes up on its own, resting against his chest, and you use it to lure him closer. He lifts your hips, aligning himself with your core, and leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You can turn back now.” He says softly, “if we continue, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I need to know now; do you want this?” You take his words into consideration, but you already know your answer. Your arm folds behind him, pulling him closer to you as you angle your head to meet his lips. Knowing your answer, Lotor kisses you back, passionately, before he pushes into you.

You accept him well, though still sensitive from your first orgasm. You whimper into the kiss, muttering his name against his lips. He pushes into your velvet heat, and he’s holding onto only his last few strands of self-control. He growls low in his chest. He’s got half a mind to just pull back and ram back into you, but your comfort comes before his needs. As you try and steady your breath, you break the kiss to look him in the eyes. 

“P-please, Lotor, m..move..”

Something inside him snaps, hearing your weak beg for him. He growls, trying to hold himself under control. He pulls his hips back slowly, moving them forward once again. The friction of your walls around him drove him to sweet bliss, and he can feel his mind corroding from the pleasure. His head drops between you, his hair falling over his shoulders and tickling your chest as he moves at a slow pace.

It wasn’t satisfying enough, you needed more. You needed to feel him. You needed to hold him, you needed to be connected. You needed more. Your legs wind around his waist and your hands dive into his hair.

“Lotor, m-more, please, more..” He decided in that moment, that he could get used to your begging. He lifts his head enough to capture your jaw, and he peppers you with kisses. “More what, [y/n]?” He smirks against your skin. You can’t see it clearly, but you know it’s there.

“Please..” You start, but before you could finish, he bucks his hips rather harsh, delivering a jolt of pleasure deep within you. You moan in reaction and tug on his hair. He groans against your skin, distracted, but continues to tease you like such.

“Use your words, my little ‘Nova. What do you need?” He moves his kisses to your shoulders, and you whine in retaliation.

“F-faster, Lotor, please..” He thrusts into you, rolling his hips. He was driving you insane.

“What was that?”

“Faster! Please!” You beg, and he chuckles, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward faster than before. He’d picked up the tempo, lifting your hips to gain a new angle, and it wasn’t until he had you screaming that he was satisfied.

He watches you come undone for him, underneath him, and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. You were beautiful, writhing beneath him, a moaning mess, panting and screaming his name. He growls low as he feels himself nearing his end. He leans forward, and bites your shoulder, suppressing his moans as his hand comes between you both.

The way his body worked against yours has your mind reeling, feeling him thrust into you every time brought you closer and closer to your end. His fingers find their way to your clit, and he rubs mercilessly, sucking a new mark into your shoulder. The pleasure swallowed you and brought you down to another orgasm, and you clenched around Lotor, squeezing him until he, too, gave into bliss.

You scream his name one last time, and he moans yours, both of you falling into bliss together. Lotor collapses on his side, pulling you close. He doesn’t bother to pull out, not yet. He smooths the hair from your face and watches you as you come back from your fog. A smile passes his lips, and he kisses your forehead. The words remained unspoken in his mind, but in his heart, he’d already said them to you.

“Rest, [y/n], I’m going to take care of you.” He says, pulling you against him. You wanted to protest, to stay awake for just a while longer, but you had to admit you were exhausted. Your arm comes around his torso, and you nuzzle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his chest before you drift out of consciousness.

His smile fades as he watches you submit to sleep. He looks over your face for a while before he dragged out a sigh. Somehow you seemed even purer in your sleep. Something he could cherish.

“How can I be worthy of someone like you?”

mirrored idiot ❖ baekhyun

anon requested: Hiiiii can I request a fluffy smutty angsty baekhyun CEO fanfic hehehe tq 



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2201 words | smut, dry humping, angst | velvet

✎ Baekhyun thinks that having sex after a fight is the only way to make up, but you know better.


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Group: BTS

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Excerpt: “Y/N, why are you crying? You’re getting married,” he sounded bitter and your sobs increased in sound.

Genre: angst

Length: 1k

A/N: im always in the mood for angst. Also unsure if I should pt2 this (although it would take a while to complete Cus I have a few surprises planned,,,

Originally posted by mewchim

“I never stood a chance did I?” Jimin looked up at you, a tear sliding down his face and you looked at him stunned at his words as the hand with your engagement ring dropped from having shown it to him in excitement.

“I don’t understand,” But you did, your voice quivered because you realised what was going on and your eyes widened as he began to back away from you.

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Status: Complete
Word Count: 3K
Category: One-shot; Behind-the-scenes canon-compliant; Humor; Friendship-Turns-To-More; On-the-case 
Rating: Teen & Up
Character(s): Dean, Sam, Reader/Female OC, Cas [ever-so-briefly*** ]
Pairing(s): Perhaps. I imagine it’ll depend on how pissed “you” are and how well Dean apologizes, right? [Nash leans over and whispers in your ear: You’ll have to read it - stories are better when you don’t know the endings]
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: post-story
Overall Summary: Dean, you thing-breaking dumbass, this is why we can’t have *nice* things.  [Okay, really:  A fellow hunter finally finds it, the answer to solving a case she never quite put to rest; enter Dean and his penchant for picking up, dropping, and breaking things.]

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“I broke it.”

Dean immediately made some sort of slightly cringy face that I’m guessing he thought came off as adorable, then Sam looked over his shoulder at me with the same routine, albeit nervously.

I couldn’t say what expression my face had taken on, but Castiel was staring at me like I was either going to vomit or combust.

“It was an accident,” Sam tried. And failed. I was seething.

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Dean narrowed his eyes a bit at me, and I knew he was trying to judge if I was serious.

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Choosing the wrong priorities part 3

This is a wrap up to my previous imagines which you can find here: 

Part one: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147355012373/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-1

One two:

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147409101738/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-2 

Picture is not mine. Though I wish I would have ever gotten close enough to him to take it.

The prevailing silence of the lightless room was interrupted only by the soft sound of our breathing and the gentle tab from thousands of tiny raindrops quietly pattering against the window. My body had been covered with two thick blankets to protect myself against the cold, yet the main warmth was provided from the strong, male body laying behind me. Harry’s tattooed arms were both slung around my waist and he held me close while he pressed himself against my back. I couldn’t help but smile out of pure joy and relief as my eyes focused on our interlocked hands, resting just above my chest. It brought me more joy now than it had a few hours ago, when my hand had been clasped tightly in Harry’s and I had struggled to follow him as he’d led me down the stairs.

His fingers had still felt slightly sticky from wiping the last remaining tears off my cheeks, but he didn’t seem to have noticed. My heart had beat in a hammering rhythm and my knees had felt awfully weak. Yet Harry had walked straight to the living room with more confidence than I could ever have mustered, a living room that was packed with celebrities. He hadn’t let go of my hand.

“Harry,” I had urged and pulled at his arm. He’d stopped to turn to me and frowned when I attempted to free my hand again.  "You should let go now.“

At first, my words didn’t seem to have made much sense to him, but eventually the coin dropped and the cocky smile I secretly loved so much appeared on his lovely face.

"You’re staying right here by my side,” he’d decided. “And if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Harry,” I’d warned but all he’d done was wink and turn to pull me into the crowd. I had found it difficult to wrap my head around this new attitude of his. Months of us sneaking around and going to ridiculous lengths to keep our relationship a secret had forced me to almost become invisible next to him. A quiet and inconspicuous shadow.

Tonight however, Harry was having none of it. We had previously decided that a few quick goodbyes were appropriate before we’d leave and as always, the moment Harry had entered the room, all the attention seemed to shift onto him. It had felt as if everyone wanted a piece of him. I had decided stick to standing at his side and to keep my focus on our connected hands.

At first no one else had noticed, but after a few minutes of him talking to fellow musicians my eyes had caught a few glances drifting down to mine and Harry’s interlocked fingers. Mostly female glances. One woman in particular stared at us and when her eyes found mine she, to my great surprise,  smiled. The amount of confidence that simple gesture had given me almost seemed ridiculous. But my joy was short lived, because the next female I’d noticed practically staring at us was no one other than a tall, thin and dark haired woman, who’d had her mouth against Harry’s earlier that same night. Kendall Jenner. I’d instantly tensed and tried to avoid any eye contact with her. The pit of my stomach had oddly decided on a mixture of guilt and insecurity at the same time. The thought of Harry wanting me instead of her seemed even more ridiculous when she was present. What if she was now angry at me because she had believed that they would become a thing again? Harry had stayed clueless, while my heart had dropped when Kendall pushed herself forward and closer to us until she’d stood directly in front of me.

“You must be Y/N, am I right?” she asked in her melodic voice that somehow didn’t drown in the loud pop music playing from about five speakers at once. Unable to form a proper sentence I’d just nodded.

“Oh dear, I am so sorry!” she had exclaimed and placed one of her hands on my arm. “Jeff  told me about the deal being off literally just now!” She shook her head in exasperation.

“I would never want to interfere in your relationship to Harry. He’s really just a friend to me and I never meant to hurt you by making you think otherwise.”

She’d quickly continued before I could say something. “I know it doesn’t look like I did it for the cameras, but I was under the impression that we were meant to make out while dancing. So that it’d look realistic, you know. Guess I got that wrong too, I’m sorry.”

She’d sighed in relief of having gotten it all out and she stared at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Knowing that she’d expected me to say something, all I could sincerely say once I’d found my voice again, was, “It’s okay, Kendall.”

Finally Harry had realized who I was talking to and he quickly apologized to Kendall for whatever it was he’d thought he had to apologize for. My heart had squeezed happily when he’d finished their short chat by saying: “I’m gonna head home with my girlfriend now.”

Even escaping the paparazzi was different now. He hadn’t forced me to quickly walk ahead of him before anyone could snap a proper picture like he normally had. Now he had held my hand tightly and led the way to his car in a comfortable speed. It was as if he’d wanted them to take pictures of us. Once he’d told his driver where to go, Harry had wrapped one arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. Though I’d enjoyed it, this new behavior did freak me out a little. Once we’d reached the apartment building I was currently staying in I’d thought I’d try and asked Harry to stay the night what he’d accepted to my surprise. He normally never did. He’d gone from wanting to hide me to being comfortable with the whole world knowing about us in three days. How genuinely could that be?

“Babe, would you mind stop moving around all the time?” Harry murmured behind me. I jerked in surprise at his raspy voice and he gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“I thought you were asleep,” I whispered back.

“I was,” Harry chuckled softly, “but you nestling around woke me up, darling. Are you having trouble falling asleep?”

I shook my head and turned in his arms to look at him. He closed his eyes and sighed happily when I carefully moved my knuckles across his cheek. A smile graced his lips when my eyes locked with his sparkling green ones again.

“What’s on your mind,” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I shrugged, unsure of how to explain my confused emotions. I didn’t want to hurt him by voicing my doubt in him, but I knew I couldn’t lie either. He patiently waited and playfully squeezed my hips to get me to answer his question.

“I love you,” I whispered and watched with delight yet another big smile spread on his lips.

“Love you, too, darling,” he answered and turned his head to press a kiss on my hand that still rested against his cheek. “But that’s not what you were thinking about.”

“It was,” I murmured, “among with other things.”

He frowned and pulled my body closer against his as he turned to lay on his back. I sighed contently and wished he’d let it go so we could simply enjoy this moment together. I knew that he wouldn’t be too happy about my thoughts. If we’d both just close our eyes, maybe the fear would disappear.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I just worry a bit,” I admitted, “To the public, you’ve gone from kissing Kendall Jenner to introducing your non-famous friend as your girlfriend in mere minutes. Everyone is going to start asking questions and make a mess, Harry. I’m scared that you’ll change back to wanting to hide me away again. It’d certainly be easier. ”

I watched his forehead frown and his eyes sadden slightly. I knew that Harry wanted to make everyone around him feel save and loved, that other people’s happiness was all he cared about. That it was me out of all people who didn’t believe in his sincerity, pained him. I continued in a more hushed voice.

“You never used to stay for the night because you worried someone would snap a picture of you leaving in the same cloths as you came in. We had an argument about that remember? I was sick of always having to come to yours. But now all of a sudden you’re in my bed and staying. Which makes me very happy, don’t get me wrong, but what about tomorrow when the media have pictures and everyone is asking questions about me? About who I am? And you’ll have to explain yourself? What if you decide that a public relationship isn’t what you want after all?”

Harry’s eyes focused on mine and again silence stretched throughout the room. The rain had gotten heavier and goosebumps crawled up my skin when I heard the faint noise of thunder in the distance.

“I want you,” Harry chose to say. He reached forward and gently took my face in his hands. “I was a fool to ever believe I could go a day without you and it being a good day. As long as you’ll allow me, I’d like to be able to openly cherish and love you.”

My heart warmed and I smiled. I leaned up a bit to press a kiss to his soft lips. My hands traveled up to wound in his hair and he groaned when I scratched the back of his neck. Harry’s arms wrapped tighter around me and he pulled me up so I was now completely lying on top of him. I rested my chin on my folded hands and he smirked up at me.

“I understand your fear, Y/N. Because you’re right, you are my first honest and public girlfriend, who’s not famous and who’s house I leave in the same cloths I entered with,” he winked cheekily and laughed in relief that he wasn’t angry at me. I sighed when I felt his hands push under the shirt I was wearing to gently hold my hips in his and I fisted my hands against his naked skin.

Harry cleared his throat and continued more seriously. “That’s exactly what I want you to be. And because you’re my first in that sense, I can’t promise that I’m the perfect boyfriend. But you could teach me to be and I promise that I could make you insanely happy. Happier than you even knew was possible.”

“I’m sure you could,” I smirked and pressed a kiss to his chin and than added, “you did make me very happy in the last few months. I just want to go back to that.”

“I don’t,” he surprised me by saying. “Back then I didn’t appreciate you enough. The days I spent without you were the worst but they thought me. I will never do anything that could make you leave me again. And before you say it, I’m not forcing myself into anything. I want our relationship to be exactly this way. Public enough that everyone knows that I’m yours and that you’re mine.”

He squeezed me again and I moved to nip on his neck. He half moaned and I giggled breathlessly.

“But,” he tried to continue but had to pull me back down and against him before I let go of him, “with you not being a public figure, I can keep what matters private between us. And I like that very much.”

“You’ve done your fair amount of thinking,” I murmured.

“That I have.”

He smiled and raised his head slightly. I leaned down and pressed a heavy kiss to his mouth, one that he was eager to return. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck and he moved to settle me back down on the mattress, pressed against his side. We continued to kiss for what felt like hours, until neither of us had any air left in our lungs and until our lips were red and swollen. My heart beat rapidly but the aching feeling had finally gone and was replaced by warmth and joy. When Harry pulled away he reached up and caressed my cheek gently with the back of his hand.

“All will be good, Y/N. I promise you.”

“I believe you,” I whispered before my lips found his in another kiss.

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(Jughead Jones x Reader): Traitor (2/3)

Summary: Once Jughead accepts the offer to be a part of the serpents and moves in with his foster family he and betty begin to slip. What will happen when he meets a girl at Southside High who seems to understand him more than Betty ever could?

A/N: Here’s part 2! Let me know what you think and the final part will be coming in a few days or so


Jughead was dumbfounded by the girl, he knew the kids here on the southside were a lot scrappier than everyone back at Riverdale High but there was something new and almost refreshing about the fact that there were other people out there going through what he was going through, hell, that had it even harder than he did.

At lunch he saw her sitting alone at her own table, reading a book as she picked at a bagged lunch sitting in front of her. Some of the other guys called him over to sit with them but he brushed them off and walked over to her.

“Mind if I sit?” He asked before sitting down, not waiting for an answer.

She looked up from her book sharply but shrugged before turning back to what she was reading.

After several minutes of them eating in silence Jughead broke the silence again, “I’m Jughead, incase you care.”

After a moment she responds, “(Y/N) (L/N).”

Jughead nods and pulls out his own book as (Y/N) turns back to her own book.

(Y/N) quickly realized that this guy wasn’t going to leave her alone any time soon.

“Are you sure you want to keep sitting at the social pariah table?” You finally ask on the third day of Jughead sitting at your lunch table. He’d finally stopped trying to start conversation, but he still smiled at her every time he saw her in the hallway.

“It was my favorite table back at Riverdale High, so yeah.”

“So what’s with the beanie?” She asks him.

“Artistic statement.” He replies, “And I’ve got a bald patch,” he adds after a moment with a slight grin.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“You’ll never know, I don’t ever take it off.”

“So why are you talking to me? You’re a serpent.”

“I’m not really a serpent, it’s just my dad.”

“You have a jacket.” She points out, “And your dad isn’t just a serpent, he’s the serpent.”

“Well you didn’t become a serpent after your dad got arrested.” Jughead points out.

“Yeah, and look at what happened to me. They act like they’re going to take care of you but they just want you to be one of them. The whole reason I’m an outcast now is because I told them I didn’t want to become a serpent.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, what did you expect? It’s not just some game you can play until you get bored and go back to you life on the north side. Once you’re a serpent you’re a serpent for life, and chances are your whole family has to be too. The rest of us don’t have the luxuries you have.”

“I have luxuries?” You’ve got to be joking, I lived at the drivin in before it got shut down and then I lived in my school before my friend took me in.”

“I’ve been living in my car since they kicked me out of the trailer after my dad was arrested. You have kushy friends to stay with. I would die for that.”

“You-You don’t have a house?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course not. I’m emancipated.”

“Well I know your dad got arrested but why couldn’t you go stay with your mom?”

“She’s dead.” You huff before grabbing your tray and standing up, to leave.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t know that, I’m sorry.” He says, as he quickly gets up and follows you.

“What do you want from me?” you ask, whipping around to face him.

“I,” He says, rubbing his face, “I just want to be friends. I want to spend time with someone who’s like me. I think you’re like me.”

“Meet me on the steps outside after school. We can talk.” You say before walking away from him.

Once you were done with class for the day you headed out of the building to see that Jughead was already waiting outside for you.

“Hey,” You greet him as you as you walk over, securing your backpack on your shoulders, “So where do you normally go after school?” You ask him.

“I usually go to Pops, why?”

“That’ll work.”

“I’m fine going where ever you normally go.”

“I usually just go to the library which isn’t a great place to go if you want to have a conversation.”

“Do you not go somewhere to hang out?”

“When I had friends we hung out at the Whyte Wyrm but I haven’t been there since everything went down,” You explain, “Pops is fine, I used to go to Pops with my dad as a treat, when I got all A’s on my report cards and my birthday and stuff.” You add as you lead him towards your car, “You can just throw that stuff in the back.” You tell him as you gesture to the pile of clothes you have sitting in the passenger seat.

As you drive towards Pops you turn the radio on and softly hum along.

“Why does everyone know you here?” You ask once you’re seated at a booth in Pops with burgers and shakes in front of you.

“I spend all of my time here. I write a lot and this is where I come.”

“You write? What kind of stuff?” You ask him curiously.

“Recently it’s been a novel about Jason Blossoms murder.”

“That’s not creepy at all,” You reply with a raised eyebrow.

“What about you? What do you do in your free time?”

“If I’m not at school or working I usually just read and study. I used to sneak into the Drive in and watch movies but now that it’s closed I can’t.”

“I used to work at the Drive in.”

“Seriously? That’s so cool. I would have loved to work there. I love movies.”

“Same.”

“So tell me about your friends.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What are they like? People tend to be a lot like their friends so it’s a good way to judge character.”

“Well, there’s Archie, he’s been my best friend since we were little. He’s on the football team, he’s also this weirdly good singer/songwriter, he’s your all american guy. Then there’s Veronica. She’s the new girl in town, bit bossy, preppy, totally spoiled. And then my sort of girlfriend Betty. Girl Next door, smart, amazingly sweet.”

“Sort of?”

“We had a bit of a fight over the whole Serpent thing, she hasn’t returned any of my calls.”

“Jughead, none of these people sound anything like you, how are you friends?”

“We kind of united over this whole murder mystery thing. I’m nothing like Veronica, but she;s Betty’s best friend. Archie and I are different now, but we’ve been friends for ages. Betty is amazing, you’re right, I don’t deserve them, but we care about the same things and have the same morals.”

“No need to get defensive.” You reply, holding your hands up in surrender, “That makes since, you just didn’t include any of that in your description. You first see them as those trope that they fall into like they’re just characters in a book of yours.”

“I’ve always been the odd one out. I guess that’s still just how I see myself.”

“Makes sense. It’s easier to block people out then let your guard down and risk someone doing something that’ll hurt you.”

“That’s not what I’m-”

“Yes it is. I used to do that, still do.”

“How are you so reflective?”

‘When you spend all of your time alone with your thoughts you tend to get a bit philosophical.”

“What about you? Tell me about you?”


“Oh no. I’m not done asking you questions yet.”

“That’s not fair, it’s my turn to ask you something.”

“Fine, what do you want to know?”

“What exactly happened between you and the serpents?”

“I already told you this.”

“I want you to explain it to me. Details. If you don’t mind.”

“Fine,” You sigh, “When my dad got arrested I was a mess, I was a zombie around school just waiting until they would finally let me see him. Once they did I asked when he was getting out because the officer on the case told me that he’d only get a few months if he talked. When he told me that he wouldn’t talk so he’d been locked up for several years I stormed down to the Whyte Wyrm to pick the Serpents brains as to why my dad had to take the fall considering the fact that he had to take care of me. When they told me that I shouldn’t worry, they’d take care of me I started to calm down. But once they tried to involve me in their business I flipped out again. I refused to do anything for them because I didn’t want  to get caught the same way my dad did. One of them told me that I either had to help out or get out so I decided to leave.”

“That’s so fucked up.”

“Now do you understand why I don’t want to be involved with you?”

“I’m not a serpent, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

“How long until you realize that you are?”

Jughead rolls his eyes, “I should probably head home,” He says as he starts to stand up.

“I can drive you home if you want,” You offer.

“If you don’t mind, yeah.”

As you drive Jughead to his foster home you don’t say anything and neither does he and you can’t help but feel like you’ve already ruined your friendship even though it had barely started.


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Hit My Balls ( ii )

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Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Summary: You and Jeongguk mess around in the locker room.

Genre: smut, sub! jungkook

Length: 1.5k

A/N: i’m not sure what happened but just the thought of sub Jeongguk triggered me and i mentioned a nickname last chapter that stuck a bit too much… i would appreciate your thoughts aha

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“Do you ever get bored of pining after her?” Taehyung glanced over at Jeongguk, in interest to see how he would react but instead, the younger shrugged his eyes gleaming as he watched you hit another pitch. Jeongguk could almost feel the weight of the bat in his hand, that split second of fiery confidence that oozed into his veins and took over his being and as he watched you the awe in his eyes only increased.

“Why would I get bored when she has such a good ass-” Jeongguk, who had been picking at grass paused, before stammering to Taehyung’s amusement, “I-I mean form.” Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, desperately trying to erase the thoughts of you from this morning out of his head.

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female leader | tommy shelby

tommy goes to the pub to meet another gang leader about business, bumps into a girl who turns out to be the gang leader and tommy is basically shocked cause he was expecting a man

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“What’s a pretty woman like you doing in the a pub like this?” You looked to the side of you to see Tommy Shelby, the leader of the peaky blinders.  

You’d both arranged to meet up here to discuss some business involving Billy Kimber. The two of you had never met though, meaning he was probably expecting a man.  

“She’s waiting.” You answered, not wanting to tell him that you were the one waiting for him.  

“Oh yeah, who for?” He asked, sitting down on the stool next to you. The young man behind the bar quickly placed a drink in front of Tommy. He hurried away, trying his hardest not to look at him.  

“You not gonna pay for that?” You asked.  

“Nope.” He answered. “Are you going to answer my question?”  

“You don’t need to know who I’m waiting for. If you knew then I think you might run away. I heard he’s the nastiest guy around here.”  

“Really?” He smirked. “Does his name happen to be Thomas?”  

“Nope.” You smirked back. “I’ll tell you what, how about you buy me another drink and you can sit with me.”  

“Happily.” He shouted over to the barman for another drink.  

“Pay for it.” You demanded. “This is somebody’s business and your just taking money outta their pocket.”  

He huffed before throwing a few coins down on the bar. “Happy now?”  

“Yeah, so happy.” You mumbled sarcastically. “So, why are you here?”  

“Meeting a man about some business.”  

“A man?” You questioned.  

“Yeah, why?”  

You shrugged your shoulders and turned your head away from him. Members of your gang that had met Tommy Shelby before had warned you not to your normal sarcastic self around him. He had no morals and didn’t care who he hurt. You wasn’t afraid of no man, especially Tommy Shelby.  

“Tell me something about yourself.” He demanded. You rolled your eyes and looked at him.  

“You demanding?” You asked, tilting your head to the side slightly.  

“Maybe I am.”  

“Well don’t fucking demand to me. Okay?”  

“Bloody hell, you’re a feisty one.” He laughed loudly, obviously not taken back by my attitude. “I like a girl who talks back.”  

“You’d love me then.”  

“Maybe one day. Who knows?” He wears a cheaky smile as he continues to flirt.  

You wondered if Tommy would be like this if he knew who you was. He said himself that he was expecting a man to be the leader of the gang he was meeting. A part of you wanted to reveal that you were the person he was meant to be meeting but you wanted to carry on with the game you were playing until he realised, that’s if he did.  

“You’re so interesting.” You said, rubbing your hand up and down his arm. “Bet people are scared of you round here.”  

“I guess they are. It’s more of a respect thing though. People round here know that if they start shit with the peaky blinders then they’ll be consequences, that’s why most of them do as we say.” He replied. “Why are you being like this?”

“Being like what, Tommy?” You looked up at him and gave him the best flirtatious smile you could.  

“Well, I would say that you’re flirting with me.” His hand came down to your waist, slowly dragging it along the curves of your body. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”  

“I’m just trying to find out your weaknesses.” You removed his hand from your body and brought the glass of whiskey to your mouth.  

“Why would you do that?” He looked at you with confusion.  

“I mean, if we are going to be working together then I need to know your weaknesses, incase you try to pull any shit on us.” You chuckled.  

“Oh, so you’ve been sent by your boss to discuss the arrangements? Why didn’t you tell me when I first walked in.”  

You laughed loudly, placing your hand on Tommy’s chest for extra effect. “You must be kidding me. I am the boss and because I thought it would be fun to mess you around a bit.”  

“Jesus Christ, you’re the boss. Times are changing.” He joked. “No denying that I’m shocked. However, judging by the past fifteen minutes I’ve just spent with you I kinda see it. Bossy, fierce, one heck of a body.”  

“What does my body have to do with anything?” You asked.  

“I’m just saying that I bet you can look after yourself in fights.” He answered, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Wanna know something?”  

“Not really but go ahead.”  

“I think me, you, the peaky blinders are gonna make one hell of a team.” He paused. “How about we grab one last drink,  then you can come over to my place and meet the rest of the blinders.”  

“One condition, you pay for the drink.”  

“Understood darling.”  

anonymous asked:

Hi the guidelines aren't working through mobile :( but if it is possible, can I request couple yoonseok trying to get jikook together only to realize that they've been in a secret relationship this whole time?

this sounds funny. i think this might be the first one i’m writing in a while that isn’t angsty LMAO (hopefully i don’t turn it angsty but we’ll see). also! i’m going to try and write with capitalization right now. i wish i could say it’s for legibility but really it’s just so i can work on fics on mobile with consistency lmao. for this fic, i made jihope roommates and yoonkook roommates. 

PS: THIS IS SO MUCH MORE CORNY THAN I ORIGINALLY PLANNED IDK WHAT HAPPENED

+ “Oh good. You’re home!” Hoseok said, entering Jimin’s bedroom. He sat on Jimin’s bed with him while Jimin fixed his hair. 

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teen choice awards

requested: “can you do one where shawn meets y/n backstage or something and shes like shy but interesting at first and occasionally he gets her to sing, she sings a whintey houston-ish song you know a big ballad and he’s blown away and wants to make her famous.”

also requested: “hi bb I love your writings!! Could you please write something where y/n is a famous singer and meets Shawn at the Teen Choice Awards and they hit it off/flirt/exchange numbers? Probably kinda weird but I would love it!!!! xoxo” authors note: i thought i would sorta combine these two and i hope y'all don’t mind. also, this imagine is rather long and it takes a bit of time to get to the point so i apologize. i was just trying to figure everything out and make sure it all made sense. idek.

“Please work.” You mumbled to yourself while messing around with the lens on you camera. For some reason it wouldn’t click right whenever you tried to put it on, and you were terrified at the fact that it could be broken. You worked as a photographer and tonight your job was to take pictures of the celebrities who performed at the Teen Choice Awards. You’ve been photographing moments for as long as you can remember but you’ve never had this big of an opportunity until now. You had already met several celebrities backstage and you were in awe at how humble some of them were, and also how rude some of them were. Everyone was different and it was interesting to see.

“Are you okay?” You heard a voice say and you quickly looked up, taking your glasses off and resting them on your head. You really only needed glasses to see things up close, but whenever you were talking to someone or doing anything else, you didn’t need them, and sometimes they’d give you a headache. Before you could respond, the voice spoke up again.

“Oh cool, what kind of camera is that?” It took you a minute to realize, but once you blinked hard a few times, you finally noticed that Shawn Mendes was talking to you. The Shawn Mendes from Vine, the kid you had a huge crush on when you first discovered him in Magcon.

“Canon 5d mark iii.” You said shyly trying hard to hide your flustered cheeks and pounding heart.

“Cool. My friend is a photographer and he’s actually here taking some pics. I assume that’s what you’re doing too? Oh sorry, I totally forgot to even introduce myself, I’m Shawn.” He smiled wide and stuck out his hand. You awkwardly put down your camera on the nearest table and stood up to shake his hand before saying, “I’m Y/N.”

“So is everything okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it sounded like you were having some trouble.” Shawn said politely. He was just as sweet as his fanbase always said he was.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just having trouble putting my lens on. But it’s okay.” You said laughing a little, trying to make things more casual. You always laughed whenever you got nervous. After a few extra minutes of small talk with Shawn, he eventually had to go on stage to perform and you had to be out there too, taking pictures. You got some good shots of several different celebrities so you were proud of yourself. As the evening went on, it got later and you got tired. Your photography instructor told you take however many pictures you wanted, and she didn’t give you any time frames, so you figured you would give yourself a small break, and sit backstage on one of the couches and listen to Ariana Grande’s performance. She sang her powerful song Dangerous Woman which you loved. Ariana’s voice was strong and beautiful and you always wished you could sing something like that. After you sang along to Ariana’s performance, you decided to sing the song again but by yourself since it seemed that no one was around to hear your mediocre singing voice.

“Makessss me feel like a dangerous wommannn.” You flipped through snapchat stories on your phone as you belted out the rest of her song. You sang the last line, and your heart jumped out of your chest when all of a sudden you heard someone clapping. You almost dropped your phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But that was incredible Y/N!” It was Shawn. Shawn Mendes was talking to you again. You sat there wide eyed, with bright red cheeks feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that he just heard you sing, but you also felt slightly confused about the fact that he said it was incredible. You never thought your voice was really any good. You sang in choirs before, and you sing in the shower and in the car, but you always looked at singing as a hobby. You wished for it to be something more, but that never seemed realistic to you.

“Uh, thank you!” You said with a small smile, and putting your phone in your back pocket.

“That voice of yours deserves to be on the radio or something, seriously. How long have you been singing?” Shawn walked over, and sat down next to you on the couch.

“I don’t know, for as long as I can remember?” You laughed shyly, and looked at him, still wondering why he even thought you sounded good. Was he messing with you? Were you being pranked?

“You shouldn’t be sitting on a couch backstage, you should be performing, on stage.” Shawn was sitting rather close to you, and his voice was soft. He sounded genuine. You were in shock. Shawn Mendes, someone you thought had the voice of an angel, was saying that you had a good voice. And you didn’t know what to say, so you just looked down and smiled, trying to remain as humble as possible.

Two years later

You played with the cord of the microphone as you tried to keep a straight face, while being interviewed backstage at the Teen Choice Awards. “You’ve gotten quite popular so quickly, do you ever miss when you weren’t famous?” The woman said to you with a smile on her face.

“Of course, but I love this job. I’m grateful either way.” You said simply. After a few more questions, you finally finished the interview. You sat backstage while people reapplied makeup, and you chatted with whoever else was getting their makeup done. Several people congratulated you on your new album that was just released, and you thanked them. Your life has drastically changed after your old friend Shawn Mendes had convinced you to post a over on YouTube. After you did, he shouted you out, causing you to gain thousands of followers and soon enough you were signed. But that was two years ago. You and Shawn talked as friends for maybe 6 months and then stopped. You don’t know why but it just happened. Both of your lives were busy, so you didn’t really let it bother you. Just as you were thinking of someone you haven’t spoken to for so long, Shawn walked into the room backstage. You pretended not to notice by looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing any mistakes your makeup artists made. You weren’t a makeup expert but sometimes your makeup artist didn’t know what looked good on you.

“Y/N?” You heard him. Shawn. You saw him now too. You saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror and you quickly turned around.

“Shawn!” You said kindly giving him an awkward hug.

“It’s been so long. How are you? Congrats on your album by the way.” He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Thank you! And I’m great, how are you?”

You remembered very well when you met Shawn two years ago, at this exact place. It was crazy how you went from taking pictures of celebrities, to actually becoming a celebrity and now you watched people take pictures of you. You and Shawn talked for about 20 minutes or so. The awards show was technically over and you were supposed to be attending an afterparty but instead you were here talking with Shawn. You both caught up on each other’s lives and eventually you exchanged numbers. You had his number from two years ago, but apparently it was changed.

“I’m sorry for not talking to you for so long. I’m glad we caught up though, and I’d love to take this conversation further sometime, somewhere else.” Shawn’s cheeks were a pretty pink and it made you smile. Was he asking you on a date?

“Like.. Where?” You teased him and laughed, titling your head.

“You ever been to that coffee shop downtown?”

“I haven’t actually.” And so Shawn and you skipped the afterparty and went on a simple date to the coffee shop, and talked for the rest of the night.

how you get the boy - eleven

“Very mature of you, Harry.”

“Aw, bunny, are you angry?” His bottom lip jutted out into a faux pout and I gave him the bird.

“Nah,” I said as I wiped the icing from my nose and before he could see it coming, I brushed the remaining of the frosting across his cheek.

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[[ Request: jealous jax imagine ]] - I’ve already done an imagine where Jax was jealous (click here to read it), so I thought I would make this one a bit different and go for a more protective side of things, just so the writing isn’t so monotonous. Hope you enjoy!

You stood by the bar, waiting on Chucky to bring back the drink you had asked for ten minutes ago. You rolled your eyes, wondering where nub-fingers had wandered off to now. You plopped down in a barstool and glanced around the room. The place was a mess. There were bikers, businessmen, crow eaters, and CaraCara girls scattered everywhere. The club was trying to secure some potential business partners, a bunch of gun-dealing lunatics, and they were throwing a big rager at the clubhouse to impress their potential partners. Clay wanted to have the deal secured before the night was over. Nobody really seemed to care for these businessmen too much - there was something a little off about them - but desperate times called for desperate measures. With the Irish temporarily out of the gun trade, SAMCRO was forced to buy elsewhere. And these guys just happened to be the next best thing. 

Gemma had asked for your help getting everything ready for the party, and as the old lady of the mother charter’s VP, you couldn’t exactly say no. Besides, Gemma was sort of your almost-mother-in-law, a thought that mildly terrified you. So you had half-heartedly agreed to Gemma’s request, and you had been helping her and Chucky stock the bar nearly all day. Now that the party had actually started and the guests of honor had arrived, you were taking a break and getting yourself a much needed, much deserved drink. That is, if Chucky would ever bring it back. 

After another few minutes of waiting, you grew impatient. You walked around the bar, deciding you would get your own drink. You were in the middle of pouring your favorite Scotch whisky into your glass when the sound of a thick Midwestern accent filled your ears. 

You looked up to see a young, fairly attractive man sitting at the bar in front of you. You knew he was a little too young to be one of the men in charge. He didn’t wear a suit like the other men either, and you wondered if he was some sort of security. You couldn’t help but notice the large muscles hidden just underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. 

“Mind making me one of those?” he asked, flashing you a flirtatious smile.

You nodded your head and smiled politely, removing a second glass from the shelf and filling it with whisky, all the while, silently cursing Chucky for deserting the bar and inadvertently leaving you in charge. 

“So, uh,” the man bit his lip suggestively. “After I have that drink,” he cocked his head to the side, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private.” 

You slammed the glass down on the bar and let out an annoyed scoff. “I don’t know what kind of idea you’ve got in your head,” you shook your head, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “But I am not one of them,” you stated, pointing in the general direction of Ima and the rest of the CaraCara girls who were currently half-naked and giving lap dances to the rest of the businessmen. 

The man flashed you a confident grin. “That don’t matter much to me, babe.” 

You tightened your jaw, trying to refrain from burying your fist in this arrogant asshole’s face. “Well, how about just a simple ‘no’, then?” you quipped, pushing the glass of whisky towards him just hard enough so some splashed out onto his shirt. “Also, I’m not your babe.” You flashed him a painfully fake smile. “Have a nice night,” you snapped, walking angrily away from the bar.

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You sat at the table outside of the clubhouse, staring at the reaper on the wall in front of you and smoking a cigarette. You had to get out of the clubhouse for a little while. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and even cheaper business suits was beginning to give you a headache, and you needed a break from it all. You took a long, slow drag of your cigarette and sighed. You swore if you had to look at another bare ass or cheap polyester suit, your eyes would roll out of your head. 

You heard a smug laugh behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. You could smell his shitty cologne from a mile away. 

“We meet again,” the man said, probably thinking to himself that he was clever. But you already knew he had seen you walk out the door and followed you out after a few minutes, just long enough for him to be able to deny following you and insist it had been a coincidence.

You rolled your eyes and took another drag of your cigarette before tossing it to the ground and putting it out with the toe of your boot. You had to give it to him, if nothing else, he was persistent. “And now we say goodbye again,” you retorted, starting to walk back towards the door to the clubhouse. 

The man grabbed you by your arm suddenly, stopping you in your tracks. You felt his fingers dig into your arm, and he stared hard at you. 

You glared back at him, your face now rigid as stone. “Let go of me,” you snarled through gritted teeth, your voice calm and calculated. 

“I just wanna talk, baby,” the man responded, a disgustingly conceited smile spreading across his face. He shrugged and let out a short laugh. “That’s all.” 

You saw Jax walking up to you out of the corner of your eye. As soon as the man saw him, he quickly let your arm go.

“Hey, babe,” Jax said as he approached you. His eyes moved between you and the man standing in front of you. “What’s going on here?” Jax had a mischievous smirk on his face, and you knew that could only mean one thing. He had already seen the man talking to you at the bar earlier, and he didn’t quite like it. But now, seeing this man put his hands on you like that, how uncomfortable you clearly were, and the man’s inability to take no for an answer, Jax had to intervene. And he was going to have a little fun with it.

The man shook his head and flashed Jax a smug smile. “Just havin’ a friendly conversation.” 

“Is that right?” Jax asked, his smirk growing wider. He cocked his head to the side. “’Cause it looked to me like you were harassing my girlfriend here.” 

The man stood straight, realizing he was about to get himself into some trouble over you. He shook his head again, his jaw tightening. “Nah, man. We were just talking.” 

Jax nodded his head and raised his eyebrows, that famous smirk still present on his lips. “Good thing,” he told the guy, who was now clearly growing nervous. “’Cause if you were bothering her,” Jax shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “I’d have to kill you.” 

The man’s eyes grew wide, much to Jax’s amusement. Jax slapped a hand on the man’s shoulder and let out a sadistic laugh. “And I just cleaned my knife, man.” 

Jax threw his arm protectively around your waist. “Don’t ever mess with another man’s girl, asshole.” He led you back towards the clubhouse, leaving the man standing there with a shocked expression on his face.

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"Bye, Gem!” you called over your shoulder as Jax led you outside. The party was still raging inside, but Jax decided to call it a night. The deal had been closed, and Clay didn’t need him anymore. All Jax wanted to do was go home and get you in bed. “Call me tomorrow, and I’ll help clean up!” you called to Gemma, ignoring Jax as he continued to pull you towards the door.

“Bye, baby,” she told you. “Love you! You too, Jackson!” 

You smiled and turned back to your old man, who was shaking his head at both you and his mother.  

“She never stops talking when you’re around,” he joked, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You shrugged. “Gemma likes me.”

Jax shook his head and let out a laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day that Gemma actually liked someone.” He leaned down, placed a kiss on the top of your head, and threw his arm over your shoulder. He flashed you a wide smile. “But I’m glad it’s you.” 

You were making your way towards Jax’s bike when Jax caught sight of the man from earlier, now sitting behind the wheel of a very expensive, very new car. It was obvious that he was waiting on you to walk outside. Apparently he had made the mistake of thinking you would be alone. The devilish little smirk you loved and knew so well began to form on Jax’s face again, and you already knew what he was thinking. Before you could stop him, he had removed his Ka-Bar from its sheath on his belt and had stabbed it into the front grill of the man’s car. Jax pulled the knife back quickly, a wild and satisfied look in his eyes. Both of you looked up at the man. All he could do was stare, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He didn’t dare move.

Jax put his knife into its sheath and threw his arm back around your shoulders. He turned, once again heading in the direction of his bike. He looked over his shoulder and called back to the man, “Told you not to mess with another man’s girl!” 

Got7 reaction: When you catch them watching porn

GOT7 when you (dating but you weren’t intimate yet) came in the room while they were watching porn and “working” on themselves? And what would they do or say if they walken in and you were doing it? >.< *blushes & runs away*

I only did the first part of the request if that’s okay..

i decided that i don’t really like writing really smutty things so i kept them kinda clean. I hope that’s okay too 

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dayriderbusking-done  asked:

Hello there! The Netflix series has rekindled my love of this series. From reading your theories, I especially loved the LS is the taxi driver in TWW/TPP. Following on from someone else's question, the taxi driver is very clearly not Lemony in the Netflix adaptation. As Handler is helping with the show, does that debunk it, or has he cleared that the universes are separate?

Hello, @dayriderbusking-done! I take it you’re talking about this theory: (Link).

It astounds me that people are still unsure whether the TV show and the books happen in a different universe. The series has gone out of its way to edit the original plot. Yes, it had done so with Daniel Handler’s full blessing and participation, but it’s still not canonical. Different continuities.

Here’s what the author has to say on the subject:

Paste: You mentioned the grander VFD conspiracy, coming up with a way to work that in. When one reads the first four books, they’re more stand-alone stories. Did you bring in VFD to take it from four distinct stories to one cohesive season?

Handler: I guess that was part of it. Mostly, I would say it was two things. One is that TV and film are really literal media. You can’t imply that something might be happening, you have to kinda show it or not. So a lot of the mystery that’s lurking around the edges in the early books had to be stitched out a little bit more or eliminated. And then it just seemed to me, in adapting it for TV, that I didn’t want to mess with the original narrative line that much. So the stories of the Baudelaires are very faithful to the books, but I thought a fun thing to do would be to add things.

Paste: To that end, adding the Quagmire parents [Will Arnett and Cobie Smulders] was brilliant. As a book reader, I was like, “What? The Baudelaire parents didn’t survive, did they?” Then you get to “The Miserable Mill” and it’s a total mindfuck. How did that twist come to mind?

Handler: We were just thinking about different ways of stitching in a mystery, and it was an idea that I liked right away. I liked the idea that fans of the books would be upset for most of the first season, thinking “I can’t believe they changed it,” and then would suddenly be relieved, and then people who were unfamiliar with the books would be relieved and then suddenly not.

[Daniel Handler’s Interview with Paste by Zach Blumenfeld, “A Series of Unfortunate Events Author Daniel Handler on Bringing the Baudelaire Orphans’ Miserable World to Netflix”, January 20, 2017 (Link)]

So yeah, even though the writers don’t want to completely alter the plot, they’re fully embracing the changes. There’s even a scene in the seventh episode where Arthur Poe literally panics and screams that things have gone completely “off-book” to Daniel Handler’s face (he makes a cameo as a fishmonger).

Therefore the TV Show and the books use a completely different canon. I would really advise against using elements of the TV Show to theorize about the books’ content (or vice-versa, for that matter).

Did you have to go back and reexamine the series’ overarching mystery for this adaptation?
The conversations in the various rooms were about how to lay in a big, hovering mystery that would be suitable for TV, and that’s really the big change in the adaptation — to make that mystery more present and to make it something that you need to notice. In a book, you can put in a stray sentence, and if you’re reading the book obsessively, your eyes will eventually fall on that sentence. But in television, you either have to make a mystery or you don’t. You can’t say, “I hope that people look under the table.” They won’t look under the table unless the camera looks under the table for them.

Has the mystery itself significantly changed from the books?
I would say that the destination is the same, but the route is different.

Is there anything you wrote (or didn’t write) in the books that, now that it’s a TV show, you regret writing (or not writing)?
Not too many specific things, but I would say that in general, my entire literary career is one of regret and despair, so just to re-read A Series of Unfortunate Events in preparation for this project was a little like going through old yearbooks. I’m used to being a constant disappointment to myself, so some individual sentence that turned out to be troublesome was kind of small potatoes next to a general feeling of failure.

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How precious are you about the material, on a scale of J.K. Rowling to P.L. Travers?
I love that scale. I have a sense that when you write a book the way you want, which certainly happened with me, then you have that unfettered, uncompromised vision already. And so [for the TV series], I wasn’t the sort of person who said, “Well, I never pictured the window in Uncle Monty’s house to look like this! Everybody stop, we have to rebuild it according to the blueprint I have in my head.” I was more interested in what would people think or do. That isn’t to say we never argued or disagreed, but I was more interested in people having a good time and coming together to make something that seemed exciting, rather than laying it against page 57 of a book and saying, “No, wait a minute.”

[Daniel Handler’s Interview with Entertainment by Mark Snetiker, January 11 2017 (Link)]

another little mess around on the launchpad today bc i was listening to my i by svt and thought the main part would work really well as a base for a mix ended up mashing it up with view by shinee and a bunch of other sampley bits to make this

as always i don’t know what im doing and creds to the samples im just cutting them pressing buttons and mixing them up a bit:

‘My I’ and 'Crazy In Love’ by Seventeen
'View’ by SHINee
litany by Sung Production from wavy.audio
The Virtual Riot sample pack from Prime Loops
A ton of Samplephonics packs including 'I Hear Voices’, 'Future Pop’, 'Twisted Cinematics’, Lush Beats’ and 'Bass Heavy Head Splitters’

anyway tl;dr i pressed more buttons and i love seventeen did i mention that

The Walking Dead: Inevitable Termination | Chapter 2: Ruthless

Previous in Series: Part 1: “Skin Deep”

Warnings/Cautions: 18+

  • Profanity/Harsh Language
  • Sexual Content/Nudity
  • Violence/Gore

Series Summary:

The current year is unknown and humans are nowhere near where they thought they would be. The world has become overrun by the dead and with groups of survivors attempting to rebuild a society, challenges approach from left and right.
However, an end to the madness may be closer than anyone expects.


Chapter Summary:

‘This woman has no idea who she is messing with,’ Negan thought, 'if she knew what I’ve done - who I really am, she would have killed me the minute she saw me. She is trusting and foolish. Just like Lucille… On top of that, it’s almost dark out and I know for damn sure that Simon and Dwight are runnin’ around my Sanctuary with their fucking heads chopped off.’

You interrupted his thoughts, “Please, just one night, Negan…”


Nothing frightened Negan anymore. Much less a short, nagging man clenching his beloved candy bars protectively.

In any other situation like this, he would have laughed his ass off and smacked the holy hell out of him just to save time. The tempting thoughts caused him to tighten his grip on Lucille.

He wondered for a moment if this would be a bad idea considering he and the man - he had come to know as Dr. Lassiter - were standing right outside of Lucille doppelganger’s shack. Crushing in the head of the doctor saving your sister’s life was definitely not the first impression he wanted to make on you.

As all the thoughts were snaking around his mind, Negan grew more irritated at the fact he was questioning himself so much. He was always a decisive man who did whatever he wanted regardless of the consequences, and some insignificant girl was not going to change that.

His smile grew menacing, laughing, as he revealed Lucille to Dr. Lassiter from behind his back and spoke.

“I’m-”

Negan was quickly shoved to the ground, completely ruining his threatening intro. Grunting, he rolled over on his back to see you aiming your Glock 19 at him. Seeing you up close and threatening only made his desires intensify. Dr. Lassiter darted to your side, retrieving his pocket knife.

“Who are you and why are you near my house?” you questioned.

“I was about to inform your daddy here of that exact answer,” Negan chuckled, picking himself up and dusting off, “Before I was rudely interrupted during my kind greeting. Is this how you treat all of your guests?”

You glared, looking the man up and down. He didn’t seem threatening and you felt a little guilty for coming across so violently. However, you had seen plenty of shit go down with survivors you thought you could trust - ones you had once considered family. You didn’t want to make that same mistake again by trusting just anyone.

“I apologize,” you began, “My name is (Y/N). This here is Dr. Lassiter.”

“We’ve met,” Negan smirked, shaking the nervous doctor’s hand, “Nice place ya got here! What do you call it?”

“The Wilderness. We’ve worked hard to get where we are now. I would like to know who you are and where you’re from,” you reminded him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, of course! How rude of me… I’m Negan,” he replied sarcastically, thinking for a moment before continuing his introduction. It would be best to keep the Sanctuary quiet for now. Appearing as an innocent survivor on his own would earn your trust much quicker than you knowing who he really was.

“I’m actually on my own out here. I’ve had groups from time to time, but they just seem to be dyin’ as quick as they come.” he sighed.

“I know how that is. I’m sorry about that and for my actions earlier. Could I make it up to ya by showin’ you around?” you offered, smiling gently.

Your smile imprinted in Negan’s mind. You looked even more like Lucille up close and your smile only weakened any sort of aggression he had previously.

“Why I’d love that.” he responded, all traces of sarcasm and anger fleeting from his voice.

You led the way, and as Negan passed you, Dr. Lassiter suddenly grabbed your arm.

“(Y/N), you have always been to kind for your own good. I don’t trust this bastard. Didn’t you see him threatening me with that damn baseball bat of his? He is lyin’ straight to our faces!” Dr. Lassiter insisted.

“Dr. Lassiter, please, he wasn’t threatening you. He was probably just alarmed.”

“Is that so? Then why did I catch him peepin’ through your window?”

“He wasn’t! My curtains were closed. It was bad timing and you know that!” you replied defensively.

“Just please be careful. You can’t trust anyone in this new fucked up world…” he sighed, shifting his gaze to the ground.

You nodded at him with a smile, offering a quick hug before catching up with Negan. The last thing you wanted to do was put your community in danger, but you also believed Dr. Lassiter was overreacting.

He had been around since the community first developed; whenever it was just you, your sister, and three other survivors you three had met along the way. You all grew to be family and had been through hell and back numerous times just to build the community to where it was now; safe and full of hard-working people.

“This is Dr. Lassiter’s medical office,” you explained, pointing at a small house with a decorative red cross decal printed on the front door.

“He shares the office with Dr. Weston, our camp’s maternity doctor. It’s no Sentara Hospital, but it’s way more than enough in times like this.”

You continued walking Negan around the community that you had worked so hard to build from the ground up. The garden grew more than enough food everyone and the livestock, consisting of cows and chickens, always provided fresh milk and eggs.

The community was blooming so quickly that its members were able to start a school and began the process of moving everyone out of shacks and into an old apartment complex located behind a patch of trees, separating the two sites.

You explained everything about the Wilderness with overwhelming enthusiasm. Negan did his best to pay attention, but all he could do was stare at your beauty.

He analyzed every curve and crease with your every facial expression. He knew you had built this place up on your own. He could see it, but you were just too humble to take any sort of credit for it. You were the strongest woman he had ever met, yet you were the most sensitive.

He was beginning to drift again - beginning to believe that you were his Lucille. In his haze of nostalgia, Negan stepped in front of you, looking down into your beautiful viridescent eyes. Confused, you returned his gaze with a questioning look.

“You’re just the most beautiful thing…” Negan whispered.

“What…?” you questioned, stunned, but also flattered.

Negan suddenly replayed his words in his mind, panicked, and quickly walked away from you, “I really need to get back! It’s late and-”

“Woah, woah! What is this about, Negan?” you darted in his path, “Back where? I thought you were on your own! And what was the deal with your random compliment?”

“Look, I am on my own. I meant back to wandering, y'know?” Negan responded, annoyed with his pitiful lie.

“You don’t need to go back out there. At least stay here until you know where you’re going,” you insisted, taking his hands, “please”.

“Why do you care? You don’t even know me!” Negan exclaimed angrily, still holding onto your hand.

“I just… I just have a good feeling about you, okay? You seem like a good man, and I don’t want to see you torn to bits by the undead. Too many good people have gone that way here…” your gaze shifted downward.

'This woman has no idea who she is messing with,’ Negan thought, 'if she knew what I’ve done - who I really am, she would have killed me the minute she saw me. She is trusting and foolish. Just like Lucille… On top of that, it’s almost dark out and I know for damn sure that Simon and Dwight are runnin’ around my Sanctuary with their fucking heads chopped off.’

You interrupted his thoughts, "Please, just one night, Negan…“

Your words were so pure and sincere in comparison to his inappropriate thoughts that could easily taint your innocent ears. All Negan could do was weigh his options.

Should he stay and risk his men losing their shit badly enough to come and search for him? Or should he head back to the Sanctuary and play it safe so he can come up with a plan to take what he wants from the Wilderness?


Next in Series: Part 3 (Coming soon)  

Let me look after you

Could you please write one where Newt suffers from gastritis (because he’s too busy taking care of the animals and neglecting himself) and throws up all over the bed so that the reader gets a headache but still gently takes care of his husband? :)

Masterlist

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You awoke from your peaceful sleep with a start, to the sound of retching, blearily looking around the pitch black bedroom, you could just about make out newt’s silhouette, the wastepaper bin clutched to his chest, his head lowered.

Another retch wracked through him, throwing yourself out of bed, you hurried to your husbands side, rubbing his back as he suffered, murmuring words of comfort as you made sure his auburn curls were out of harm’s way.

You continued to comfort him as best you could, rushing to the bathroom and grabbing a wash cloth, once he had finished. Despite the head ache that was beginning to bloom. You dabbed at his forehead with the cool wash cloth, taking the wastepaper bin from his clammy hands, and emptying it, before filling it with hot soapy water, to be washed in the morning.

You had known that newt was feeling ill, for at least a couple of days now. He was just too darn stubborn to admit it, or accept your help. He hadn’t been eating properly, when he did manage a few fork fulls, he would suffer with terrible indigestion or nausea.

Shuffling from the chilly tiles of the bathroom back to the soft carpet of your shared bedroom, you found newt, sitting hunched up on the edge of the bed, looking so small and vulnerable, not the towering, protective gentleman that you knew.

Placing a glass of icy water on his bedside table, along with an anti-nausea potion, you settled yourself by his side. “sorry love, I didn’t mean for you to get up, go back’ you cut him off with a kiss to his cheek, gently shushing his apologies and concerns while wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into your warm embrace, as you stroked his mess of curls.

 ‘are you going to let me look after you now, sweetheart?’ you could feel his lips smile into your shoulder. “would you possibly think about taking a little break? Just for a few days, to build your strength up?’ he pulled away looking utterly horrified at the mere thought. “I just mean, take things a bit easier for next few days, maybe let me take care of the more stressful things. Just take a few days just for you hmm.’ You suggested, you knew that you were pushing your luck, that the dedicated man in your arms would never dream of taking a break, but you had to at least try.

Your puppy eyes must have been working their magic, ‘alright, alright, I promise, now stop looking at me like that.’ His voice was still scratchy, but held a note of humour.

He began pulling you back into bed, before leaning over to his bedside table and swigging down the anti-nausea potion. You gave him a reassuring smile, resting your hand on his stubbly cheek,  and pushing his hair out of his eyes, and placing a kiss to his nose.

Stroking his arm as he drifted off to sleep.

 

Have a great day and be safe

This Game full ver. (original song for Royai Week 2017, Prompt: Chess)
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This Game full ver. (original song for Royai Week 2017, Prompt: Chess)

This is the full version of This Game which I just finished writing. I messed up at the very end. A bit off key, but ignore that fact for now.

Enjoy!


This Game

I sit here thinking about our night’s alone
wondering if anything will ever come of this
the pieces set across the board we play
trying to escape the wrath that stole our way

And you’ll find that we’re strong enough
to keep moving on, playing the part of the pawn
The true king’s game is still not done
We won’t sit around, quiet down,
wear a frown, let it drown
There’s still moves to be made
but never once would I have thought to believe
that this game of chess would sacrifice my queen

We build up secrets as we’re torn apart
find a way to light them up through the dark
I’ll follow you to Hell and back
we’ll come through, don’t have to ask
The game’s begun so now let’s hit the mark

And you’ll find that we’re strong enough
to keep moving on, playing the part of the pawn
The true king’s game is still not done
We won’t sit around, quiet down,
wear a frown, let it drown
There’s still moves to be made
but never once would I have thought to believe
that this game of chess would take me from my king

When I look into your eyes, I watch the past go by
I see in your face, the life you could have made
Don’t think about that now, we’re righting all the wrongs
It’s time, It’s time

And we’ll move together still
they may take away everything, the strategy’s clear
check it may be but checkmate’s not yet here
We’re willing to risk it all, take the fall,
we won’t pause, it’s a cause
we’ve set ablaze
We won’t ever leave it to the hands of fate
The game is played until we call checkmate

Nervous Wreck

Summary: If there’s one thing Tony knew how to do, it was how to be suave. After meeting you, it dawned on him that maybe he needed a better education in that particular life skill. 

Warnings: Conversational meme usage, also, swearing and a hella weak ending

Word count: 2000

A/N: I tried

Originally posted by hddlstn

Tony Stark was a playboy. As smooth as the gold alloy his suit was made of and as popular as an alpha of the pack. He was not someone who got nervous around a girl, especially not to the point where he’d trip or blank out or even stutter - that was not Tony Stark.

And yet, it’s the only Tony Stark you know. Tony blames it on bad luck, especially when Bruce gives him a questioning look after every one of his incidents. Deep down it actually kind of freaks him out, solely because he thinks he knows the way to a woman’s heart is confidence, and he’s always just short of that when you’re present.

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You're hot too - Simon imagine

You’re hot too - Simon imagine

I got this idea from @inter-somniac ’s dating Simon would include post. I thought it would make a good imagine :)

I sat with Simon in his room with my legs across his as he edited his videos for the day.

We did this often, where we would just chill together and listen to music while he edits and I mess around on social media.

I was scrolling through Instagram and came across a picture of Cal and Harry.

“You’re friends are hot.” I said not looking up.

He looked over to me with a “what the fuck” facial expression and I laughed a bit, taking a drink from his glass.

“Which ones?” He questioned.

“Cal, Harry, Joe, Chris, list goes on mate.” I said.

He ignored me and went back to his editing.

I began to feel like he actually took that seriously and felt bad. I poked his arm and he didn’t turn to me.

“Si?” I tried to get his attention again, but he didn’t do anything.

I stood up and began to walk out of the room.

Simon turned and grabbed my arm lightly.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I was going to go hang out with the guys. I thought you were mad at me.” I said.

He pulled me towards him so I was sitting in his lap.

He hung his arms loosely around my waist.

“I’m not mad, it’s just that it kinda bugs me when you call my friends hot. I mean, considering you know about my insecurities with my body and stuff like that.” He admitted.

I placed my arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry Si, you know you’re my number one. Sure some of your friends are attractive, but you’re looks will always be my favourite.” I said.

He smiled and looked down.

“Hey, I love you.” I said smiling at him bringing his chin up.

I kissed him sloppily, and we ended up with each other’s slobber on each other’s lips.

“Ugh gross.” I wiped my mouth and he did the same.

“We’re so awkward.” He said laughing and I began to laugh as well.

“We are. Let’s try that again?” We leaned forward and this time had a proper kiss.

“That’s better.” I said smiling at him.

“I love you too by the way. I forgot to say it back a few minutes ago.” He said moving his hands around me to reach his keyboard and mouse.


We stayed like that until he finished editing and then we went downstairs to see all of the guys chilling watching a movie.

We noticed that Cal and Harry were over and I laughed with Simon.

“What’s so funny?” Vik asked.

I looked at Simon, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He said.

This was not requested I just wanted to write it :)