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Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader Imagine (Part 3/?)

Hi guys, thanks you like two previous parts. This part is a little mess I feel, but everyone interrupted me like a million times so I don’t know.

Quick reminder that English is not my first language, s I’m sorry for any mistakes. And for any mistakes at baseball terms, cause I don’t know a shit about baseball.

One more question: Do you prefer parts to be shorter and be published more often or longer but not posted as often?

Part 1

Part 2


At first he was a little shocked, then he put his hands on my hips and slightly pushed me away.

“What happened to you today?”

“You always do that?”, I asked. “I mean, girl basically jumps on you and you push her away? Do you even get laid or just talk about it?”

Monty chuckled.

“Alright, so I treated you the way you did treat me week before and now you wanna fuck?”

“I’m just done with this teasing”, I this point I almost shouted. “We’re gonna hook up, get over it and move on with our lives”, I said with demanding tone.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.

“And we’re not leaving this bathroom until you fuck me”, I crossed my arms and wanted to go and sit on the egde of bath.

But Monty’s hands, still on my hips, suddenly tightened, he pulled me closer and kissed me roughly. I tangled my fingers into his hair, when he squizzed my butt.

“Oh, and I’m done with your stupid rules”, he said between kisses, then his lips went down my neck and sucked my collarbone.

“Do you have some collarbone kink, or what?”, I hit his arm.

He grabbed my wirst a little too strong, but suprisingly I didn’t mind.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Make me”, I dared him and didn’t have to wait long until he basically punched my lips with his.

The kisses got more and more sloppy, our breaths got heavier, Monty’s hands went all over my body. I unbottoned his shirt, took it of him and threw somewhere behind, it didn’t take long until he took of my dress. 

He pulled me up and pinched me to the wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips. My hands went down on him, to unzip his pants, and that’s all it took for him to hardened. He reached to his pocket and took condom out of his wallet. He tried to open it, but his moves were so sloppy I thought I was gonna go crazy.

“Oh for fuck’s sake”, I snatched it from his hand, opened with my teeth and put it on him, all of this while looking straight into Monty’s  eyes.

“Go on, Monty”, I nodded my head letting him get inside me.

He pulled my panties down, slowly slided in, I bit my lips trying not to make any noices.

“God, you’re so tight”, he whispered putting his forehead on mine.

My legs wrapped stronger around him as he started thrusting in and out. I was about to start moaning, when someone knocked the door.

“Y/N? Are you there?”, we heard Jessica asking. Monty put his hand on my lips before anything came out of my mouth.

I looked at him with eyes wide open. He took a deep breath and said, “She’s throwing up”, trying to sounds normal.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?”, she asked really concerned.

I nodded my head, letting Monty take his hand off my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good, I just need a minute”, I said.

“Why… Why is Montgomery in there?”

God, just fuck off, Jess, I thought.

“He’s holding my hair away from my face”, I quickly made up a response.

“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ll take care of her”, he said with cocky grin on his face, as his hand was rubbing my thigh.

“Okay, Y/N, listen, there should be spare toothbrush in the shelf above the sink, you can brush your teeth, when you’ll be done”, I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to go away. 

Suddenly, Monty thrusted in me, I had to bite his arm trying not to moan.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I whispered into his ear. 

“I brought you water”, Jessica continued,”I will leave it here for you.”

“Thanks, I love you”, I said, hoping she would finally go.

“Be quiet, or everybody will find out”, Monty rubbed his nose on my neck.

He started thrusting in me again, I scratched his back trying to keep him as close to me as possible. Heavy breaths were all we could go away with, but it was harder and harder to stay quiet.

“Mont…”, I moaned as quietly as I could.

“Fuck”, his hands tightened on my body. He started pumping faster. “You feel so good”, he whispered. One of his hand started rubbing my clit.

“Oh my…”, my body shook. “Monty, I’m gonna…”

“I know, come on, babe”, he started kissing my neck as if he knew it was my weak spot.

I clawed onto his arms, he scratched my hip, and when final wave of pleasure came for both of us he kissed me and I bit his lips so hard I could almost taste his blood. 

My muscles loosened up, Monty stopped thrusting into me, and laid his forehead on my shoulder. I played with his hair, trying to calm my breath.

“You can put me down now, you know?”, I giggled.

He gave me one last rough kiss and put me on the floor. I dressed up again, Monty threw used condom and wrapping to the bin.

“Your hair looks like shit, you know”, I said, looking at him. Well it definitely wasn’t his perfect hairstyle anymore.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”, he asked. “You basically have ‘I just had sex’ written on your face”.

I came up to the mirror.

“Fuck”, I groaned.

My hair were tangled, my cheeks were blushed and I had weird, definitely not post thowing up, glow on my face. I opened a shelf a took spare toothbrush Jessica told me about, found toothpaste and started brushing my teeth. Montgomery looked at me confused.

“What? I’m brushing my teeth after throwing up”, I mumbled with mouth full of foam.

I took last quick glance at his abs, when he starting bottoning his shirt. Not quick enough though, cause he noticed it.

“You like some good abs, huh?”, he smirked.

“Not gonna lie, girls like some good abs and jawline”, I shrugged my arms.

“You know, you can call me some time and I can some you some abs, you can show me some other things”, he came closer behind me and put his hands on my hips.

“Monty”, I turned around to face him, “it was one time action, alright? I teased you, you teased me, we finished it in Jessica’s bathroom.”

“Don’t you say”, he looked down at our hips touching.

“Let’s go”, I said, moved away from him and went to the door. As I was unlocking, he quickly grabbed my ass. “Stop doing this”, I patted his hand.

“I didn’t hear you complaining few minutes ago.”

“You’re a dick”, I opened the door, stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed bottled up water Jessica left for me and went downstairs…


On Monday during lunch break I was sitting with few people when suddenly Jessica came up i basically threw her phone on the table.

“Look at this!”, she shouted to all of us pointing at the picture on her phone.

“What are we looking at?”, I asked.

“This is the corner of the condom wrapping”.

“Aaaand?”, Jeff encouraged her to keep talking.

“Somebody had sex in my bathroom!”, she shouted again.

“Jess!”, I tried to keep her quiet while looking around to check how many people had turned around.

Oh God,I’m screwed, I thought.

“What’s up boys and girls?”, Justin and Monty came to the table.

“Somebody…” Jess started shouting again.

“Somebody have some fun in Jessica’s bathroom during the party and left something”, Sheri interrupted her with quieter tone and showed guys the picture.

“Jess, it was a party, things like this just happen, don’t make drama”, Montgomery rolled his eyes.

“Okay, cool, but can people at least clean after they’re done?”, she crossed her arms. “ I’d be dead if my dad found it”.

“But he didn’t, another happy ending in your bathroom”, I put my thumb up and stuffed my mouth with food, which was typical for me - stress eating.

For the whole time I didn’t even looked at Monty, being paranoid someone would somehow found out. I ignored him to the point, when he said he’s gotta go for a chemistry, I waved at him while scrolling through my instagram feed.

“Hey, Y/N”, Justin kicked me under the table.

“Ouch, what?”, I started rubbing place on my leg he kicked, knowing the bruise would show up before the end of the day.

“Don’t you two have Chemistry together?”, he asked.

“Right. Yes. We have”, I patted my head and giggled nervously. “See you later guys”, I grabbed my bag and went with Monty, who was cracking up trying not to laugh.

“To be honest, I don’t have to do anything, you gonna give us out with your weird actions” he said when we had left the cafeteria.

“Shut up, I’ll start acting normal, it’s just that piece of wrapping…“

“There were probably more people in that bathroom that night, some of them probably had sex…”

Some freshman kid accidentaly walked in Monty, and him being, well, him, grabbed kid by shirt and pushed to the wall.

“Watch where you’re walking”, he said.

“I’m… I’m… I’m sorry”, kid picked up his books from the floor and quickly walked away.

“I’m embarassed just by standing next to you”, I said. “What was that for?”

“He walked in me”, Monty clearly didn’t see anything wrong about his hehaviour.

“That’s not what you do, when someone walks in just by accident!”

I spotted girl walking down the hall, looking down at the phone, I started walking towards her, pretending I’m looking for something in my bag and soon we walked into each other. After few ‘sorry’s’, ‘no, no, it’s okay”, she walked away. I turned to Monty.

“See? That’s what you should do.”

“I have reputation, I can’t loose my face”

“Reputation of a bully. You know more people would like you if actually stopped bulling everyone”.

He didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes.


When lessons had finished Jessica, Sheri and I went for cheer practice.

“Okay girls, we have busy next week”, coach told when we were stretching before practice. “We have an assembly on Tuesday, basketball game on Wednesday and baseball game on Friday and we’re doing all of them.“

“Since when we do cheerleading on baseball games?”, Sheri asked.

“It’s still just an idea, we’ll do it once and see if it works. There is one more thing”, Mrs. Montez chuckled. “I spoke to the teams’ coaches and you know, it’ll be firsts games of the seasons, and the opponents are hard, um, that’s what they said, so they asked if you could, you know distract them a little bit?”, she was clearly uncomfortable asking for that.

Oh, somebody thought cheerleading is all about supporting your team and spreading good energy or something? Bullshit. It was mostly about distracting the other team with short skirts and splits.

“I guess we can shake ass a little”, Jessica snorted.

We performed on basketball game during halftime. We danced to Selena Gomez’s Me & My Girls* and let’s just say that me winking and mouthing lyrics, and I always lip sync during performance, like “I know we’re making you thirsty” or “You can look but don’t touch, I’m not here to hook up, I’m just here to turn on” did not help the other team stay concentrated on the game.

Monty was watching everything from the bleachers, I glanced at him few times just to see him basically eye-fucking me. Liberty Tigers won, with Zach being MVP of the game, as usual, after few celebrating jumps and handsprings I started picking up my stuff.

“I have a question, but promise you won’t slap me”, Monty suddenly showed up next to me.

“Just hearing this makes me wanna slap you”, I said without looking at him.

“Whatever, I’ll take the risk. You wanna hook up sometime?”, he asked.

“Subtle”, I sighed and turned to face him. “Thank you, but no. See you around”,

I took my bag, passed him and went to my car.

“Oh come on, you liked it last time”, he cought me up.

“Monty, half of the girls in this school wish they could make out with a devil, it’s you, go molest someone else”, I rolled my eyes.

“Then why did you teased me with that winking and cocky smiles during dancing?”

I bit my lower lip. Fine, maybe I was teasing him a little bit again, but this little fucker deserved it.

“You’re sucker for this cheerleader suit, huh?”, I laughed throwing my bag at the backseat. “Fine, maybe there is some sexual tension between us”, I finally admitted, “but it doesn’t mean we have to do something about it.”

“It’s unhealty, you know?”

Suddenly I came up with something. He played baseball and damn, he was good, but not THAT good. Plus home run wasn’t easy to score.

“Okay, we’ll make a bet”, I said finally.

“I’m listening” he smiled and leaned on my car.

“It will be baseball metaphor, and I’m not too good at it, so focus”, I cleared my throat. “You do home run on Friday’s game, you get third base with me”, I said looking him straight in the eyes.

He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered, “Deal”.


He fucking did it. Not only that he got home run. He got two. We did the same performance we had done at basketball game, I lipsynced, winked, when he was going to batter’s field I accidentally droppen one pompom and bent down to reach it, knowing he was looking at me, everything just to distract him at least a little bit, but no, the second he hit the ball, everyone new it was gonna be a home run.

“Fuck”, I mumbled at it took me good few seconds before I realised I should cheer.

Before his second home run, he literally pointed at me.

“What was that about?”, Justin was seating at the bleacher above the place where cheerleaders were standing and he could talk to us.

“We made a bet”, I said. “About, umm, chemistry project”.

Before he could answer something Montgomery Fucking de la Cruz got his second home run.

“Well, looks like he’s not gonna do much about that project”, Foley said after everyone stopped cheering.

“Yeah, looks like whole work’s gonna be on me…”, I sighed as I spotted Monty winking at me.


*This song is dirty as fuck, just like this whole fandom, trust me

Let me know what you think, hope you like it even though it’s a mess lol

Halloween (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Things get a little out of hand at a Halloween party. Will Ethan save the day?

Warnings: yelling? drinking? idk none really. 

A/N: This was inspired by @fireflydolan ’s list of Halloween with Ethan. So everybody say thank you to her! Everyone’s a tad older in this - old enough to drink at least. Enjoy!

“Babe, what do you think?” You called from your room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup for the halloween party tonight. You, Ethan, and Grayson were all invited to a massive Halloween party. You were originally from Salem, Massachusetts, so Halloween was everybody’s favorite holiday. After you moved to L.A., you always made it a point to go home to go trick-or-treating with your little sister and see the changing New England leaves. This would be your first Halloween dating Ethan.

Ethan poked his head into your room and smiled as you finish your dramatic makeup. The two of you had a lot going on since you flew back from L.A., so you didn’t have much time to get costumes. You decided to be vampires since you could pull it off with the clothes you had and some heavy makeup. You had done Ethan’s makeup first. It was no small feat, as he could hardly sit still because he was so excited to meet some of your old friends.

“Ethan!” You had said with a giggle as he bounced in your vanity chair at your mother’s house where you were all getting ready. “Stop or I’ll poke you in the eye!” He grinned and wrapped his arms around you.

“I was gonna say something about poking you later, but even I couldn’t make that sound good, could I?” The two of you couldn’t help but laugh.

You had just put on your dramatic false eyelashes and finished the most intense cat-eyeliner you’d ever attempted. It was bold, but not clownish, just as you were hoping for.

“What do you think?” You repeated. Ethan stared down at you, his mouth slightly agape and he smiled, showing off the fake vampire fangs that took you all of 45 minutes to glue onto his teeth.

“I think you look incredibly sexy, (Y/N),” he said, wrapping his arms around you and dipping his head down to kiss your neck once, gently. It filled your stomach with butterflies, even after all this time together.

“Will you put the two bite marks on my neck?” You asked, handing him the fake blood and the paint brush you had both used to apply it. He nodded and took the things from you.

“Sure,” he replied and pulled you close. You looked at him, confused for a moment before he leaned down and bit your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Ethan!” You giggled as he gripped your hips and bit your rested your hands on his chest. He nibbled and sucked at your skin, leaving a mild mark behind when he finally pulled away. He grinned at his handiwork and winked at you.

“Had to make it look believable,” he said before pecking your lips quickly.

He unscrewed the cap and used the back of the paint brush. He put a small dab of the substance from the Halloween store on the end of the brush and poked your neck, repeating again for the second time. He watched as the substance ran down your neck and blew gently on it to help it dry, as you had for him earlier. It looked pretty believable. You sat down at your vanity and looked in the mirror, fairly impressed.

“Wow, well done,” you said, looking up at him with a smile. Your fangs were already in as well. It had only taken you five minutes to put them in because you, unlike your boyfriend, could sit still. He shrugged and put the tube back down on your vanity after putting the cap back on.

“What can I say? I’m an artist,” He boasted and you can’t help but laugh as you roll your eyes and get up to change.

“You mean you’re not wearing that to the party?” He asked, frowning and sitting down in your vanity chair.

“Nahhh, I gotta find something more…vampire-ish,” you said, thumbing through your outfits, looking for something that would fit the bill. You and Ethan both knew that meant you were looking for something a little bit sexier than you normally would wear.

You smirked as Ethan became more and more excited/anxious to see what it was you were looking for. You had an idea and grabbed your leather jacket that was hanging at the front of your closet before venturing further to pull something from a drawer.

“Hmm, I think it might be over here, actually. Hey, will you go make sure Grayson is ready to leave in five minutes?” Ethan frowned, but did as he was told and went off to find his twin brother. You did Grayson’s makeup first, because he was more patient and less bouncy than Ethan and wouldn’t have bothered the two of you while you were getting ready. He was actually already downstairs watching tv with your little sister, who had just gotten back from her trick-or-treating rounds.

You pulled together your outfit, sprayed on some perfume and headed downstairs. When the boys saw you, both their mouths dropped open.

You picked out a black lace bralette, with an exaggerated silver chain necklace (you couldn’t wear a choker because of your fake bite marks), and a pair of torn black skinny jeans. You threw your leather jacket on over it, and wore a pair of spike-heeled boots. You had dark red lips and you looked -

“Amazing,” Grayson said with a smile. Even your little sister ‘ooh’ed at you. Ethan looked a little less than thrilled.

“What?” You questioned, looking at him innocently.

“Guys are gonna be all over you, (Y/N), don’t you think it’s a little much?” You gave him a look - raised an eyebrow and folded your arms over your ribs. He sighed, knowing he’d been defeated.

“Come on, Gray, let’s go,” he said, sounding a little dejected.

You grabbed your essentials from your purse and put them in your jacket pocket, zipping it up so they wouldn’t get lost.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! We’re going to the party! We’ll be back before dawn!”

“Make it 2,” your father said from behind a newspaper. You groaned but accepted your curfew and the three of you were off.

The house the party was at was only five blocks away, so you decided to walk. Most of the youngest children had already gone home - trick-or-treating hours were winding down, and now teenagers and adults were out, enjoying the revelry and feeling like kids themselves again.

As you walked down the street, you noticed a group of drunken frat boys were eyeing the three of you, and you knew Ethan would start something, so you pulled the twins to the other side of the street and kept walking, avoiding them as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when they didn’t bother following you. It seemed like they had gotten the message.

The party was already in full swing once you had arrived. Lots of your friends from high school were there and you enjoyed catching up with them. Ethan and Grayson made friends with a few guys you had been close with and the party was a general success. You had more than a few drinks and so did Grayson, but you noticed Ethan was holding the same beer most of the night.

Grayson was talking to a pretty girl dressed as Princess Peach and Ethan was sitting next to you on the couch. One of your favorite songs came on and you looked back at him, an open-mouthed, half smiling expression on your face. He rolled his eyes, but smiled and took your hand, leading you out onto the makeshift dance floor.

You grinned as the two of you danced and swayed to the music. You’d had quite a few drinks by this point and you were starting to feel them, but you were still having a great time. The music rattled through your body and made your very bones vibrate as Ethan held your hips. You stayed out on the floor dancing with him and quite a few other people for a few more songs. As the latest song ended, Ethan leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna go get some water for us.” You look up at him and nod so he knows you understand, even in your drunken stupor. You look around for Grayson and see him still talking to the girl in the slutty Princess Peach costume, so you shrugged and continued to dance by yourself. It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of hands on your hips, but even in your state of haze, you knew that they weren’t Ethan’s.

You whirled around to see the same drunken frat boy from earlier that you had avoided on your way to the party. You didn’t know him, and you didn’t think you’d see him again. You attempted to pull away from him, but his grip on your waist only got tighter. You fidgeted and fussed and pulled your hands away but he kept on trying to snatch them.

You squirmed uncomfortably and called for Grayson over the jock’s voice, but the music was so loud that he couldn’t hear you. As you fought him off, you started to feel more and more upset, but you were never a weepy drunk. Anger rose from your stomach up into your head as he started saying all manner of vulgar things to you. That’s when you snapped.

“I don’t know WHO in the FRESH FUCK you think YOU are, but I am NOT going home with you!” You shouted, pushing him back with impressive force. The music turned down as you started to yell at him and people began to stare. “I am not your plaything, I am not an object, and I am NOT YOUR BABY!”

By now, the whole house could hear you, and the only person moving in the entire house was Ethan, pushing through the crowd to get to you, still flaring with rage. By the time he arrived, Grayson was at his side.

“Alright, (Y/N), that’s enough…” he tried to calm you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You immediately reached back for him and kissed him fiercely on the lips, just for a second, but long enough for everyone to see and take notice. Ethan was surprised, but he returned your kiss like he always did.

THIS is the guy that’s taking me home, and you’re lucky he showed up before I could BEAT YOUR ASS you fucking PIG!” Ethan practically dragged you out of the house, kicking and screaming. Grayson almost had to hold your legs so you wouldn’t kick any other party-goers in the face.

Outside, the fresh October air cooled your face, and you didn’t even realize how flushed and hot your cheeks were until you suddenly felt cold again. You were still fuming as you tore up the street back towards your house, the twins in toe.

“(Y/N), that was awesome,” Grayson said, trying to suppress a laugh. You did’t really acknowledge it, you just kept walking, trying to burn up the rest of your anger and frustration. Ethan still hadn’t said a word since you’d left the party.

It was almost three blocks before you calmed down and stopped to catch your balance because your buzz had caught up with you. You had tripped over your heels, but Ethan caught you, just like he always had. He sighed, sounding annoyed.

“Baby, you need to slow down before you break your ankle,” he said, helping you right yourself and keep your balance. You held onto his arm and looked up at him. Your eyes were misty and dark from all the alcohol.

“Are you mad at me?” You questioned, sniffling. “Because I swear I didn’t encourage him or anything, and Grayson couldn’t hear me over the music and -” Ethan cut you off with a smile and a laugh.

“No, baby, I’m not mad. I just wish I could’ve protected you before you had to resort to that. I always want to protect you.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes, letting your arms snake around his middle.

“I know you can protect yourself, babygirl. I know that and I’m so proud of that,” he said, stroking your hair to try and calm your quiet sobs that had suddenly begun to wrack your body. You didn’t even notice them come on until he started rubbing your back over your jacket. “Like I said, I just wish it could’ve been me who told that asshole to fuck off.”

You nodded, your cheek still pressed against his chest, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d almost forgotten that Grayson was there until you heard his voice.

“For what it’s worth though, (Y/N) is scary as shit when she’s pissed off, and it was still awesome…”

After a brief pause to take in what Gray had said, the three of you broke into relieved laughter and the tension seemed to rise like steam off the ground, clearing the air. Ethan wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. You smiled warmly at him and your arm went around his waist.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” he whispered as the two of you walked side by side, back into the night.

Be gentle. This is my first self-published imagine. Feedback is more than welcomed. I love you all.

Zach Werenski - Childhood Crush

anon request: Can you make a Zach Werenski one. Maybe about him taking that puck to the face during the playoff game. And can it be really cute and fluffy

@faithmikami requested: Hi there! I was wondering if you could write an image where a girl is dating Zach Werenski and attends the third playoff game against PIT. She’s in the crowd and sees him get injured and is allowed to go to the locker room to see how he is. Thanks! :)

anon request: can i have a zach werenski imagine about his injury and you going to the next game to watch and then coming home and taking care of him/cuddling him

anon request: Can you do a Zach werenski imagine please? Maybe about the injury if you need inspo :)

anon request: Can you do an imagine about Zach Werenski? Maybe like being in the crowd as he got hit kind of thing? Thank you!!!

an imagine about zach werenski’s injury was a very requested imagine and i still have more requests about this. i do love zach werenski though so i have no problem writing these!! XD i decided to put a cute little twist to it so i hope you like it

requests are open:))

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“yes y/n zach would love if you came and visited us here in colombus!” mrs.werenski gushed into the phone. for me it was just hitting the end of exam time and for my best friend zach it was the beginning of playoffs. well soon to be the third game.

“i don’t know mrs.werenski, i want to but i have so much to do” i babbled on about why i shouldn’t go. “y/n zach hasn’t seen you in forever, he would love it if you came to watch” that’s where she had me. i haven’t seen zach in so long. i used to always watch him play hockey at the joe, he truly was a talented player.

zach and i were always best friends, the dynamic duo. i was always by his side and he was always by mine. he supported me in my hockey and i always supported him in his hockey, even till this very day. throughout the years i manages to develop feelings for zach that a best friend shouldn’t feel and i’ve tried pushing them away but they always pop back up. he’s never really shown an interest but maybe i just never looked.

“fine” i fake sighed but was quickly followed by a overly girlish squeal. “i’m so excited too see him!” i laughed to his mother. “trust me y/n, he’s gonna be happy to see you too!” she joined in on my laughing. “when should i book my flight?” i asked. “oh don’t worry about that hun, we have it all covered. ill send you an email and print the ticket that’s in it, and there is your flight” she explained.

i could hear the loud sound of zach from the other side of the phone, “zachs coming but ill see you soon!” she said in a hushed tone and hung up. i smiled before putting my phone down and quickly opening up my email. the flight leaves tomorrow at 9:00am. oh boy. it was already 6:30pm and i haven’t even started packing.

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Pancakes with a side of you (Ethan)

Summary: Waking up before the twins you decided to make them breakfast, wanted them to eat earlier than they usually do. The morning goes quickly since the twins and you have something to do later on. In the kitchen, with Ethan, he suggests something you can’t pass up. 

Warnings: Nothing really but Ethan being a flirt. 

A/N: The twins sure do eat a lot of pancakes so I decided to write a little something about it. I think I would be tired of pancakes if I consumed them like they do. I’m going to be busy this weekend so I thought why not post this now, it’s short so it’s fine. 

(Not my picture, credit to the cook which I know it’s not enough because look at this. This looks so good!) 

I yawned as I stretched my limbs, still tired from the late night with Ethan. I had helped him edit Tuesday’s video so he wouldn’t be as exhausted. Grayson did last week’s video so it’s was Ethan’s turn and I volunteered to help. Both of them deserved some rest.

I turned to my boyfriend Ethan, who was still sleeping, he was wrapped in the blanket snoring away. He was so cute, it took a lot to not reach over to brush his hair with my fingertips. I heard my stomach growl indicating I was hungry, I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch.

I got up from the bed dressed in one of Ethan’s shirts, it was big, but it was the way I liked it. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Morning drool wasn’t what I wanted to rock. After doing my morning routine, I went towards the kitchen. I heard Grayson snoring from his room, he was louder than Ethan. I looked around the kitchen to decide what to cook, they had the ingredients to make pancakes, Homemade pancakes it is! Plus, the twins rarely ate breakfast and sometimes I worry about them not eating right or enough.

I got the ingredients for the pancakes even some strawberries and bananas since both of them love the toppings.

I started mixing humming a song to myself, enjoying actually being up at a decent hour. I’m going to be making a lot of pancakes, feeding two boys who love food just as much as I do. Still humming to myself, I felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist. I knew who it was and smiled enjoying his embrace.

“Morning E,” I said while flipping a pancake.

“Morning babe,” he said, his voice raspy from just waking up. He kissed me on the cheek, the ends of his hair touching my neck as he did. I giggled since I was very ticklish and Ethan knew it, he often used it against me.

“You sleep okay?” I asked, leaning against his chest.

“Yeah, I did, you need any help with cooking?”

“No, I’m almost done you can just go wake Gray,” I answered putting another pancake on a plate that was next to the stove.

“Sure thing,” he replied giving me a quick kiss on the top of my head. He walked away to Grayson’s room,

I put the last pancake on the plate, I started placing the toppings on them and some whip cream. I put the dirty dishes in the sink, I’m going to come back to them later or one of the boys could. Soon Ethan and Grayson came out of the room with Gray arguing. Something about waking him up because he was having a great dream, Ethan rolled his eyes and told him to get over it. I set all the plates on the table and went to get something to drink for all of us. I came back and saw that both of them were sitting down.

“Morning Y/N,” Grayson greeted.

“Good Morning,” I said taking a seat as well.

“Thanks for the food babe,” Ethan thanked picking up a fork digging into the pancakes.

“Yeah, thanks, I freaking love pancakes,” Grayson beamed.

I just laughed. “That’s good thought you guys would be tired of them.”

“Never,” Grayson responded.

“Plus, your cooking is way better than Gray’s,” Ethan said nudging me in the shoulder. I snickered trying not to laugh harder to upset Grayson. He glared at Ethan his jaw twitching, he hated when someone talked bad about his cooking, especially Ethan.

“That’s because you’re picky, my stuff is delicious,” Grayson grumbled.

“Keeping telling yourself that,” he said taking another bite of his food.

“So uh…what’s the plans for today?” I asked trying to change the subject so Grayson wouldn’t kill his brother.

“A photo shoot with Bryant and filming another video,” Ethan replied. “Which you will be joining in on,” he added.

I nodded excited to be spending another day with the twins, I always had the best days when I am with them. We finished our pancakes and Ethan took the dishes so he could wash them. Grayson went to go take a shower so this left us alone. I followed Ethan into the kitchen wrapping my arms around him. Sometimes he likes to be cuddled too.

“I love you, Ethan,” I said leaving kisses on his back.

He chuckles. “Love you to Y/N.” He was scrubbing away on a plate, his muscles flexed with each movement. Something I loved to watch when he wasn’t looking. He washed the last dish turning off the water then dried his hands.

“I’m kind of hungry for something else,” he said turning looking at me with a smirk.

“You ate like five pancakes, what else do you want E?” I questioned raising a brow.

“I want you,” he claimed pulling me closer to him. My eyes widened at his bold remark, sometimes I forget how he could be so straightforward.

“You can’t be late for the photo shoot and Gray’s here,” I replied trying to resist the urge from jumping on him right then and there.

“What’s a few minutes and if you’re quiet he won’t hear us. Also, I owe you for making breakfast,” he whispered sending a chill down my spine. I’m sure I have goosebumps appearing on my arms now. I gave it some thought and said what the hell I only live once, he was looking good with his messy hair and bare chest.

“Shower now Ethan,” I demanded walking towards the other bathroom with him laughing behind me.

Sorry no smut if you were expecting it, one I’m not comfortable with writing it. If I did it would have been awful, so I will keep my stuff light for now. But like imagine a morning with the twins! I would actually get up. 

anonymous asked:

i threw out my toothbrush bc i had masturbated with it (and obv didn't wanna brush w it after) but my sister took it out of the trash and kept it to clean things with. idk what to tell her. she has my pussy toothbrush.

i thought u were gonna say she took it out and brushed her teeth with it so i breathed a sigh of relief at the conclusion tbh

William Nylander - Last time

I loooooveee all your writings they’re so good omg. Well anyway could you do one where the reader sends William nylander a semi nude photo and then his brother sees it by mistake?

You had just gotten home from a huge sale at Victoria Secret’s when your phone pinged signaling that you had a message from none other than William Nylander, your boyfriend.

Hey, babe how was your day?

Wonderful! Just got home from Victoria Secret’s ;)

Oh, and what did we get? ;) ;) ;)

Instead of texting him you sent him a photo of you wearing the matching set. You two talked some more before saying goodnight.

William was due home today so you made sure to get up super early to get some cleaning done and what not knowing full well that once he got home you two were not leaving this room. After a fast shower and some hot tea/breakfast you were off to cleaning the house. You were so into a cleaning mode that you didn’t even hear your phone ring until the third time.

“Hello.” You said pausing your music.

“Hey, baby what took so long?” William asked.

“Oh, I was cleaning and I had the music on high.” You giggled as you sat on the armrest of the couch.

“Okay, so don’t be mad but remember that photo you sent me last night?” William asked unsure.


“Well…um…last night I went to go brush my teeth and well…um..well Alex unlocked my phone and…”

“NO!” You yelled knowing where he was going with this. “Alex’s saw my nude! OH GOD! WILLIAM! OH GOD!” You said placing your face in your palm.

“I mean you weren’t totally naked.”


“I know, I know. I’m sorry….If it makes you feel better he total jealous and loved your body.” He said in his most sexy voice.

“You’re such a dork. And that’s the last time you get a picture like that.” You laughed.

“What!? No!!!”


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Best Friends| 01

Originally posted by jeonify

This is also something I wrote on Wattpad before this but I am going to finish it here:)


I don’t know what I did to get myself into this. I had no will power. He was my best friend and I let my crush on him blur my mind and cloud my judgement and let me be something i don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with him.

Friends with Benefits.

Well, Best Friends with Benefits.

Our families have been friends since they were in college and pretty much started their families together. The four were best friends. So we grew up together and pretty much did almost everything together. In high school Jungkook was always a bit more popular than me. He was known because he was cute and talented. Which I didn’t blame anyone for.

If people I didn’t know knew me, it was most likely because they saw me with Jungkook and knew me as his friend. It was annoying yes, but I had my friends who didn’t really care for Jungkook, and knew about my feelings for him.

Of course I had that one friend who didn’t care and still went after him. But that’s long gone, in freshman year.

It was a Saturday and my best friend Bridgette was over my house. We were bored so I asked Jungkook if we could come over. He said yes and luckily for us, we just had to cross the street because He lived right across the street.

He opens the door for me and hugs me tightly. I hug him back and walk into the house as he greets Bridgette. I walk to the kitchen and get a water bottle.

I sip out of it and turn around as Jungkook and Bridgette sit on a stool at the island of the kitchen. I lean against the counter and close the cap.

“So my girlfriend’s coming over.”

Jungkook has had girlfriends before. Granted we were only 15, and he didn’t take them too too seriously because he thought that should wait till he’s older, but he takes them serious enough to now mess around with other girls. And it didn’t faze me. I know he only thought of me as a best friend and I didn’t get my hopes up. I get jealous watching him with his girlfriends but I suck it up and just like to watch him be happy.

“Finally going to tell us who the lucky girl is?” Bridgette asks.

“Well you guys know her. I told her It was okay for her to tell you guys since we made it official now.” He shrugs.

“Wait what? Who is it?” I ask as I sit down across from him on a stool.

The door bell rings and he jumps up to get it. “It’s her.”

Bridgette and I exchange a look and I sigh and roll my eyes opening my water bottle and taking another sip. Bridgette turns around at the sound of  the door closing and her eyes widen. She can see the front door from where she’s sitting and can see Jungkook’s new girlfriend. She turns back to me and shakes her head. I furrow my eyebrows still swallowing my water then taking another sip as Jungkook walked in with his new girlfriend.

My best friend, Abby.

I cough, choking on the water , and get up going towards the sink. Jungkook laughs and comes toward me and pats my back. “You alright there?”

I calm down and stand up straight as he rubs my back now. “Yeah I’m fine.” I laugh lightly.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell them we’re dating now?” He turns from me and looks to Abby.

Babe. Abby is his new babe.

I saw Bridgette glaring at her and Abby just smiled as if nothing was wrong. As if she didn’t just stab me in the back.

“Oh, I thought you wanted to be the one to tell them, or at least together.” She giggled and reached out for his hand. He grabs it and pulls her to the other side of him so now he’s in the middle of us. The three of us leaning against the counter. I start to feel uncomfortable so I move and stand next to Bridgette who’ still sitting on the stool.

“Did you want to watch a movie with us?” Jungkook asks as he nods towards the living room.

I get a text, from Bridgette. Saying to pretend it’s from my mother and say she wants us home.

“Oh god, mom wants us home to watch Bryan while she goes to work. Maybe another time.”  I say and faux smile.

Jungkook looks slightly disappointed but smiles none the less.

We left after that. I ran up to my room and just laid down staring up at the ceiling as Bridgette had laid down next to me. She was more angry than I was. I was more feeling betrayed. I know she always flirted with him but I never thought she would actually date him. I thought she was that good of a friend. After that day I hadn’t hung out with her or Jungkook much. Because hanging out with Jungkook meant hanging out with her.

After they broke up Jungkook and I got close again. We both didn’t talk to Abby after that. Me realizing she wasn’t a good friend and him realizing she wasn’t a good girlfriend. That was four years ago.

Now, We just graduated from high school and our families wanted to take us on a trip before we head to college. Our parents decided we can bring one friend along with us, so I brought Bridgette and Jungkook brought Jimin, his best friend from school. It’s now our fourth day here.

But our first day is the reason I’m in the situation I’m in now.

We were all watching a movie in the boy’s room. Bridgette fell asleep on one couch and Jimin on his bed. Jungkook and I sat on the floor leaning against his bed. The movie was only about half an hour in but they were tired from the travel here. Jungkook was on his phone and I was watching the movie but I wasn’t really paying attention.

I heard Jungkook lock his phone and I saw him turn to me but I continued to stare at the screen, even though I was paying attention to him and not the stupid movie.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?”

I then look at him to see him staring at me intensely. I nod and lay my head back onto the  bed and watch him as he opens his mouth but closes it. “Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods and leans in a bit closer to me. He looks down at my lips and I thought “this is it.”

“Have you.. Have you ever had sex before, babygirl?”

He’s always called me babygirl, but him saying it in that sentence changed the whole meaning of it.

I lick my lips and nod.

“Who was your first time?” He leans in closer.

“That doesn’t mater.” I whisper.

He smirks and cups my cheek. “Damn right it doesn’t.”

I look down at his lips then back to his eyes and he’s looking down at my lips. “Jungkook-”

“I want to make a deal with you, something I’ve been thinking about before tonight. You can decline it if you want, it wont change anything between us.”

“What is it?”

“You know what friends with benefits are, right?”

“I’m not twelve, kook.” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles then leans in closer so our noses are barely apart. “I want to do that with you.” My lips part in shock. “The only thing that would be different, is that we’d be Best Friends with Benefits.”  He brushes his lips against mine.

Instead of replying a yes or a no, I just kiss him. We made out for a good ten minutes before we left to my hotel room and left Bridgette and Jimin in his.

We haven’t had sex in the past three days, but he’s been making googly eyes at me ever since and that’s death enough.

We had agreed on a few “rules”.

1. We’re allowed to talk and/or have sex with other people.

2. We can’t act out in public.

3. We can’t tell anyone.

I obviously told Bridgette(she thought I was stupid), so that’s already broken. I know, I let this long crush I’ve had on him cloud my judgement, because if another guy had asked me, I would’ve thought he was stupid. Not saying the thought it stupid, it’s just not my style.

I know Jungkook isn’t looking for a relationship, since we’re just about to enter college in months time and he hasn’t had a girlfriend since junior year.

I sigh as I turn over in my bed to the night stand in the middle of Bridgette and I’s bed. I reach for my phone as she groans in her sleep due to the light and turn towards the wall.

That’s why I took the bed closest to the window.

I get a text from my mom telling me we have to be ready in an hour. I sigh and wake Bridgette up. We brush our teeth and get dressed after doing our minimal makeup.

I get dressed in high waisted shorts with a white, loose long button up shirt with my  black and white converses. Bridgette was dressed in black shorts with a maroon loose shirt with her white and black Adidas.

We make sure to grab my card key to the room and phone before leaving. We make it downstairs as everyone is sitting down on the couches. Everyone as in my parents and Jungkook’s. We’re in Hawaii and we’re going to an amusement park not too far from here.

“Did you see Jimin and Jungkook?” Jungkook’s mom asks us as we walk towards them.

“Uh- n-”

“Right here mom.”

We all turn towards Jungkook and Jimin to see Jimin wearing jean shorts with a white(ish) button up shirt with an orange sweater tied around his neck. Jungkook wearing jean shorts with a white button up shirt with some black design all over and a blue blazer.

“Don’t you idiots think it’s too hot to be wearing a blazer.” Bridgette starts pointing at Jungkook.

“And that sweater around your shoulders.” I roll my eyes at Jimin trying to look like a rich kid. Even though he was.

“We’re already hot anyways.” Jimin remarks and winks at us.

I laugh at him and turn to look at our parents who tell us to get into our cars. Jimin and Bridgette following close behind them.

“Let’s go buddy.” Jungkook says to me and flicks a part of my neck that I had to cover with makeup, because of him.“

I flinch and hiss at his movement due to the sensitivity, to which he smirks at but bites his lip to hide it.

This is going to be a long day.


Wow its been so long since ive written batman joker stuff holy shit. inspired by @gayforbatjokes colour au. i need to edit it and might continue it idk…

Jack’s life was perfect, or near enough.

Indeed there were some bad aspects; He was woken by a screaming baby 3 times per night, his wife would be irritable and snappy during the day from the lack of sleep, as would he. He wasn’t too fond of his job either, he’d never imagined himself as a pencil pusher but the arrival of their little ‘Angel’ James had forced him to take the first job he came across.

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Dear Journal,

Tommorow is the full moon and I’m really nervous. It’s the first time that I will turn in a different place than the forbidden forest. Sirius said he would come and James had also offered to help but he has to take care of Lily. I don’t want him to let her home alone with a little baby in her tummy. All day long I felt empty. I felt disgusting. I felt like a monster again. Sirius found a forest full of mountains where there won’t be any muggles so I can turn there. I was sitting on the edge of the window, looking at the darkening sky, thinking about tommorow. Silent tears fell down my cheeks but I didn’t felt like wipping them away. I felt ugly and i felt mostly stupid for letting my window open that night I got bitten. I was alone in the living room. At least, that’s what I thought.

“Remus?” I heard Regulus.

“Oh hi Regulus.. hum.. Can I help you?” I asked, wipping away my tears.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking worried.

“Oh I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” I smiled.

“Did you have a fight with Sirius?” He frowned, eyes full of worry.

“No! We’re fine. I just.. I just needed to.. think a bit. But I’m okay.” I said.

“If you need anything, you can come to me. I know I don’t know you that well but I care for you Remus. You’re family.” He smiled.

“Thank you Regulus. I’ll go check what Sirius is up too.” I said, walking away into the bathroom.

Sirius was brushing his teeth in the steamy bathroom. He just came out of the shower. He had a towel hanging low on his hips and his skin was warm and wet. When he saw my red and puffy eyes, he frowned and took my face in his hands.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked.

“I-I’m just nervous about tommorow.” I said, bitting my lips to stop it from shaking.

“Oh baby it’ll be okay. You will be fine. Also, don’t forget about my healing powers.. I will be able to heal you after okay love?” He said.

“Okay.. Do you.. Do you think we should tell Regulus? I just talked to him and he seemed worried about me. I feel bad for hiding things from him since he’s family now..”

“If you want to tell him, I think you should. You do what you think feels right. I’ll be with you no matter what.” Sirius said.

“I-I think we should tell him. Can you come with me?” I asked.

“Of course honey. Let me get dressed and I will come with you.” He smiled, kissing my forehead.

I sat on our bed and watched him dress up. Sirius never felt shy about getting dressed in front of me. If I had a body like his, I wouldn’t either. I watched every move he made. He put on his favorite sport trousers and a black t-shirt and took my hand in his.

“Are you sure you are ready?” He asked.

I nodded. We walked into the kitchen and to the table where Regulus was sitting. He was reading the daily prophet. We sat down in front of him and he looked up.

“Do you want me to go to the market to buy some milk? There’s none left.” He said.

“No it’s okay. We’ll go tonight. But hum Reg we need to talk to you.” Sirius said, his hand still holding mine.

“Oh? Okay.” He said, frowning.

“I-It’s about me.. I uh.. I’m uh..” i tried to say.

I looked at Sirius, panicking.

“Do you want me to tell him?” He asked.

I nodded and he held my hand tighter.

“Regulus, I hope you’ll be as open with this then you were with us being together. But here it goes.. Remus is a werewolf..” Sirius said.

I didn’t see Regulus’ face because I was looking down, my eyes full of tears.

“MERLIN!” Regulus said.

I looked up to see him with a hand on his chest.

“I thought you two were going to tell me that you were deatheaters or something! Merlin you two scared me!” He giggled.

“But you’re not scared?” I asked.

“Remus.. You’re probably the person I trust the most on this planet. You are the only boy that I would let my brother date and that’s for sure. I don’t care. It’s not this that defines you.” He said.

“So you’re okay with it?” Sirius asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He smiled.

I stated crying of hapiness. I was once more accepted as what I truly was. By my boyfriends family.

“Thank you Regulus.” I said.

March 31st 1978

Love Affair Part 10

Beginning: Love Affair Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 10

Chapter 19

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I said as I pace back and forth in the bathroom. “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?”

I went back to the bathroom sink, reading the instructions on the box again. I opened the box and took the test stick out. I follow the instructions and once I was done, I sat the test on the bathroom sink by the box. I set the timer on my phone, when the test should be done.

“Okay. It’s okay to be fine. It’s okay going to be fine.” I said, as I started pacing again. “Only miss three days of taking the pill and that’s all. I should be fine, right? Right.”

I stop pacing as sigh in relief. Then I started thinking of the times we had sex during those three days.

“Fuck.” I said as I started pacing again. “We had sex three times on Monday. We had sex another three times on Tuesday. No wait.” I stop pacing. “It was kinda four times because we kept going even afterwards we.” I made a clicking sound. “So four times.” I started pacing again. “Then Wednesday twice. So that’s.” I started continuing with my fingers. “Shit. That’s nine times he came inside of me.” I grabbed my head. “Oh my god.”

I kept pacing back and forth, trying to figure out if the test was going to come out positive. Once again, I stopped pacing a I started thinking of I couldn’t bring pregnant.

“Wait, I should be fine because I’ll be on my period by tomorrow.” I said, smiling a bit but it soon fade. “No wait, that’s not right.” I started thinking of the day I usually get my period on. “Shit. Shit. I was suppose to get it Monday and it’s Saturday. I’m five days late. I’m five days late.” I started pacing again. “I’m five days late. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

The timer on my phone went off and I reach other and turn it off. I slowing looked over at the test. I picked it up with shaking hands as I read the results. I grabbed the box and look it over before I looked back as the test. I kept doing it over and over again, till I finally sat them both back down.

“Fuck me…”

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if we’re being truthful: your brown hairs are everywhere.
i have a collection of your eyelashes underneath
my bed and your dandruff coats my bookshelves
like takeout boxes. it took me months
to wash my sheets after you slept in them.
i only did when i threw up all over my comforter
and burned a cigarette hole in my mattress.

i guess i have this issue called “can’t let go of shit.”
i deleted all of your text messages but still
look at the screenshots in my photo album.
my therapist told me i have got to stop
checking up on your social media accounts.
she talked about this thing called “independence”
and said i have this thing called a “dependent
personality” and it made me want to
brush my teeth out with your tongue.

i tried. i tried really hard not to care that
your sister got a new apartment and
your mom planted new buds in your rose garden
and your girlfriend is as pretty as ever.
i cut all ties, stopped driving by her house at night,
went weeks without remembering your face,
but every hangover ends in relapse.

i stopped going to my therapist because
she would tell me it’s not healthy for you to
seep into my veins like this, pounding imprints
in my mind like bare feet slapping against concrete.
i have to let your memory die, but i don’t know
how to rid you except to write you out of me.

so i yell into my pillows and i run up on mountains
and i scream that i loved and i lost on rooftops.
and “i love you” says a whole hell of a lot more
about me than it will ever say about you, so i won’t
worry about what your scarred ego will think.
and i will use these wounds to carve
love letters in my skin. it takes great strength
to face your problems head on every single day.
so i guess if this is unhealthy, well, so be it.

—  the sixth diary entry i kept locked up in the floorboards

Request: i was really wanting a harry imagine about how your first kiss feels maybe both p.o.v. if u want :) thanks :))

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Hey, so as I’ve said, my blurbs/imagines tend to turn into stories. So this may not really be what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway. - Courtney xo

Kiss Me Kiss Me

here’s to teenage memories…

Samantha’s POV

Harry was my first. No, not that first. And not my first love either. Not even my first boyfriend really, because whatever it was we were doing, I wouldn’t constitute as dating. I don’t really know what we were. Just…friends? Hanging out? Whatever you’d wanna call it.

Okay, okay so I had a terrible crush on him. But my point is, he was the first boy I’d ever kissed.

And what a kiss it was… To this day I can still remember it, still remember what it felt like. I even remember what I was wearing, as silly as that sounds.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I had a question and wondered if you could help me. I've identified as bi for a while but I've been wondering if my attraction to guys/male-aligned people is just compulsory heterosexuality. Because I can relate to a lot of the comphet posts, especially the ones that say things like "you'd hypothetically date a guy who meets Specific Standards". I have such high standards for guys even looks wise and I don't find 99% of guys attractive but I do find 99% of girls attractive. Any advice?

It really is such a hard thing to figure out! My biggest advice at this point would be to just focus on the attraction that you know is real and you know is wanted–the way you feel about other women. Not only is there something really healing about the way it feels to love another woman, to be loved by another woman, but it also gives you a chance to work through your feelings without worrying about it hurting this person you care about. Which is something that happens super often, people beginning to realize they might be lesbians whild dating a man, but deciding on one level or another not to think about it too hard because they’re already with this guy and they don’t want to hurt them.

Another thing that I think really helps is to think about how you feel about how you feel (I know that sounds so confusing omg!) Like, sometimes it’s not possible to meaningfully sort out ‘real’ authentic attraction from attraction that you feel simply because it’s what has been taught to you. And honestly, how meaningful is it in the end? For a lot of us, not very. What difference is there between a lesbian who is pretty certain that their attraction to men is just because of comp het versus a lesbian who’s not sure at all but knows they don’t -want- to be with men?

A good baby step starting place for this is to think about how y ou feel about being with a woman vs being with a man. Like, long term day to day. For example, when I imagined waking up next to a woman, being annoyed that she forgot to do some random chore, waiting for her to be done in the bathroom so I could brush my teeth, talking about what we should do for dinner… boring mundane every day stuff! it felt perfectly fine. When I thought about the same kinda situation with a man, there was like, this low level dread, almost a feeling of being trapped or imprisoned by this future (and its seeming inevibility at the time!)

(And it still took me like. Four years after I realized that to realize I didn’t just hate the idea of long term relationships or getting married! That I just hated the idea of being with a man like that! Clueless lesbian who?)Of course, your individual feelings and experiences might be really different and that’s fine too, this is only meant for a 'how to dip your toe in’ kind of idea!

Good luck, and please know we love you and value you  no matter what, and no matter how you feel about men, it doens’t change how you feel about women or make you any less welcome in the gay girl community! There’s a lot of this idea that there’s one right way to love women, and that having feelings for men in addition to women is somehow lesser, but there isn’t and it isn’t! You belong here just as much as anyone else :)


Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Disgustingly doting girlfriend thinks about her precise, strictly regimented boyfriend.
Author’s note: Hey there! I was in my Jinyoung feelings the other day and really needed to vomit this thing out. Hopefully you guys like it! Also, here’s the credit for the gif I used.

A boyfriend as predictable as this should’ve been boring…

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Alexander  pt.8 [BTS Jungkook ] (M)

jungkook x reader (y/N)

bts members

Genre : angst/smut/fluff  

Mature contents: this is not a fairy tale leave if you don’t like it,

Summary: he gave me fire and i need to find him ;with him i saw stars ,i wasn’t scared i felt safe.. i liked his kisses and i wish we meet again …

part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 


Originally posted by sugutie

hey guys how have you been i hope you enjoy the chapter 

thx for the cute memory baby haha @pinkrima i love you ^^

you opened your eyes trailing your fingers up ,you felt the velvet bed surface  touching the tips the room was really dark and since jungkook wasn’t there it was cold 

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Let the neighbors know my name

Imagine having rough doggy style sex with Juice

trigger warning: Smut on this one. It was requested with visual but i couldn't find any classy gifs. Sorry! 

Originally posted by f4nt4sygurl69

Originally posted by ihateeverythinginmyself

“Goodnight, baby.” You said kissing Juice’s cheek when he was standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. It was another quiet night in your household, and after a nice dinner together you were ready to drift off to sleep. Juice had other planes, though. 

Armed in only black boxers, Juice walked over to you watching as you took off your earrings and necklace, rubbing lotion all over your body as a nightly routine. He smiled when your eyes met on the mirror, coming closer to you. He stared down at you, only wearing your short purple and black night gown, he let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one strong tattooed arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, smelling the sweet perfume lingered on your neck. You flashed him a warm smile and placed your earrings on the little gold box on your makeup table. 

“I missed you today.” He whispered, caressing your stomach as his other hand caressed your long silky legs. You shifted your head, letting him full access to your neck, Juice starting to place soft kisses on it.

“I missed you too…” You whispered, leaning back on him, feeling his hard bulge on the low of your back. You gasped, jumping a little and staying still. “Juice…”

“That aint my name is it?” He giggled a little and kissed down to your shoulder. “Say it, baby girl. Please…”

“Juan…” you said, lifting your hands and wrapping them around his neck, staring at your sinful reflection. He locked eyes with you on the mirror again and lifted the front of your night gown, finding it pleasing you wore no panties to bed. “Baby…” you whispered. He smirked, sucking skin patches in your skin, leaving love bites all around your neck. “Juan!” you gasped, spreading your legs as he rubbed your clit using his thumb. 

“God, i want you so much.” Juice whispered in your ear, turning you around and attacking your lips, his rough hands intertwined in your hair, biting your lips. He let go off you and ripped your night gown open,making you moan at the unusual behavior. 

“God…” You whispered, finding yourself being thrown at the bed, your old man already on top of you. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” Juice was not a bad lover, not a chance. But he was sweet and slow and tonight you felt the most delicious pain in between your thighs. Juice laughed a little, spreading your legs and arching his back, staring into your eyes. 

“Look at you..” he said, lustfully. “You’re already so wet…so, so wet.” He pointed caressing the low of your stomach and going under, his thumb attacking your clit and rubbing painfully slow circles on it. You arched your back, caressing your own breasts and smiling up at the feeling. Juiced dropped down his boxers and kicked them away. “Stand up, baby, would you?” he asked, in a husky low voice. You nodded and knelled on the bed, in front of him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fiercely, your hand reaching in between both of you, pumping his cock up and down, loving how hard it was, making you proud. He groaned, and pushed you on the bed, making you gasp as he turned you around, making you lay on your stomach. You smirked, biting your lip, loving the new Juice. 

He grabbed a piece of your ass, massaging it and grabbing it hard, making you whimper and wiggle under his touch. He slapped your ass hard, his red print on you, as you arched your back, he grabbed your hips and pulling your hair, lifted you up, your back against his chest. 

“It’s simple.” He said. “Don’t hold back on me, (Y/N).” He whispered, pumping himself. You nodded, out of yourself, feeling pure energy in your pussy, aching as you needed him now. 

“Please, Juice.”

“Beg.” He asked pumping himself faster, breathing heavy. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Juan.” You begged, leaning yourself against his hard shaft, desesperate for some action, for his touch. You knew he was already leaking, you could feel it. “Please…” You bit your lip, crying out on pleasure as he pinned you on the bed, in all fours and he got closer to you. 

“Please what?” he asked, pulling your hair harder, snapping your head back, earning your moan. 

“Please fuck me.” You said in a low moan. “Please fuck me, baby, i’m begging you. I want it.” He teased your entrance, biting his own lip. “Please Juan, please fuck me.” You wiggled your ass against his leaking cock, desesperate for some release, some friction; Anything. 

You felt him enter you from behind and a whole new wave of emotion washed over your whole body. “Fuck!” You groaned feeling so full and complete, as Juice grabbed your hips hard, making sure he leaved his finger prints tomorrow morning. The bed started rocking, his hips knocking on you, skin slapping sound filling the room. Your moans poured out of your mouth as he groaned.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He has a bit of trouble getting inside of you ll the time, due to his and your proportions. He went harder, and harder, making you grab the bed sheets and bite your lip, dragging blood. Your eyes went to the back of your head as Juice hitted your G spot with every hip thrust he gave. You could feel yourself so close already. 

“Juan!” you yelled, hurting your throat, making him go faster out of excitement. 

“Juan…” you whispered, out of breath. He wrapped one sing hand around your collarbones, bringing you closer to him, still taking you from behind. “Juan, I-I’m…”

“Let go…” he whispered in your ear, biting your neck as you came all over him, making both of you moan out loud. Blushed, you let your head hang low, the Puerto rican kid still going at it. “God, baby, yes.”

“Fuck, fuck babygirl. Y-Yeah…” You bit your own lip and rolled your eyes out of pleasure. “(Y/N), baby, you feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Juicy…” You breathed out and started pushing yourself back, meeting his trusts. “I’m fucking yours, Juicy, come for me, baby, please…”

 That was it for him, after two more erratic hip knocks, he came inside of you, a mix of your juices running down your leg.  Trying to catch his breath he got out of you slowly, making sure he didnt hurted you. You both stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before you got up.

“Where you going?” He asked, lifting himself on his elbows.

“I was gonna find a shirt and some shorts.” You explained. He shook his head.

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

The House of Beasts, part 5

This part has like direct paragraphs I took from the book because I legitimately had no inspiration at all to write this chapter… And I realized I had quite a few plot holes, so I’m here to make a change that’s EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: HYBERN IS NOT THE PRINCIPAL, HE’S THE PRINCIPAL OF HYBERN UNIVERSITY. I will go back and make the necessary corrections, so for all those who’ve read it up to now, sorry! But I make mistakes lol that’s what happens

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2749 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 5: Bargains

Under the Mountain was definitely what I thought it would be.

The place was littered with thugs, crooks and criminals. The stingy smell of weed clung to the air and made me wrinkle my nose. Few heads turned to my direction once I reached the bottom of the stairs, and I clung to the wall to keep from drawing attention to myself. The room was strangely built, all corners and squares attached to each other with no definite shape or pattern. It was all open though, yet the bodies made it seemed more cramped than it was. To my left was a bar, and to my right a dance floor littered with grinding and public displays of affection I could have lived the rest of my life without seeing. There were strippers and prostitutes, both male and female, and to my surprise I even recognized a few students from school. Overall, it was rancid. Despicable.

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Beauty and The Beast  - Seven

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As I was coming to my senses, I realized I was laying on something soft. Though I was partly awake, I refused to open my eyes. My ears began to tune into the sounds around me. There was water running from a faucet not too far from me. The heat from the sun that was shining through the window was warm on my face.  

I heard the water turn off before there was a light knock at the door. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned from my back onto my side, giving me a view of the white double doors. Oh yeah, I’m in Suho’s room. I slowly sat up on the big king size bed, looking to my right and finally noticing the empty space.

My eyes turned towards the bathroom door which was closed, but it was easy to see that the lights were on. There was another knock on the double doors before a small voice spoke.

“Young master?” It was clearly Nadia. She sounded slightly worried, her voice strained.

“Is everything okay? Both Kyungsoo and I received a call from Y/N. We were worried that something happened.”

I glanced at the bathroom door before sighing and sliding out of the bed, slowly making my way to the door. Without thought, I opened one of the double doors meeting Nadia’s shocked eyes. The shock in her eyes changed to confusion, before quickly transforming to anger.

“What are you doing in Junmyeon’s room?” She spoke through clenched teeth. I rubbed my eyes as if attempting to rub off the sleep that lingered on my shoulder. She stood there wearing a plain green shirt with some black jeans and sneakers. I’m not sure if it’s her day to work, but she sure looks prepared to work.

“He wasn’t feeling well.” I answered simply, “I was taking care of him.”

“Well, that won’t be necessary anymore. I’m here.” She almost snapped. I was so thrown off by her tone, that I physically leaned back. My eyes widened at her stern facial expression.

“Well, I’ll leave if Junmyeon wants me to leave,” I replied smiling slightly, “He’s currently in the bathroom so let’s just wait on him.”

“Junmyeon doesn’t like to be disturbed on weekends.” She shot back.

I rolled my eyes and begun to lose my patience.

“Ms. Nadia, he is the one who called me over. I don’t think I was disturbing him. I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. You are aware of my relationship with Junmyeon, so you should be used to seeing me around by now.” I argued.

Her brows furrowed as she glared at me.

“You’re awake?” A familiar voice spoke from behind me. 

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