I bet Even never let isak sleep in their new home.
:(( “isak, are u asleep” into the dark and isak groans “i was” and even hums, “yeah but, holy shit,we live together” and isak is tired but still lets out a happy sigh bc fuck, they do. another night when isak is snoring away softly, even starts caressing his face and isak wakes up and mumbles a “what” and even just smiles “u look so beautiful in our home” and isak tries to hit him but his body is limp so he just ends up putting his hand on evens chest and even takes isaks hand and kisses it. and another night they are getting into bed, turning off the lights and even starts again, “so like. what about getting a pet” and isak wants to, really, but its nearly midnight and they have a busy day tomorrow but he’s just like “even,,will u ever let me sleep” and even bites his lip like “sorry i just…i dont want this to end” and isak faces him while theyre lying down and puts a hand on his cheek, “hey” and smiles softly “lets just take it day by day, yea?” and even melts into his touch and smiles. and isaks falling asleep and then “did u know geese have teeth on their tongue” and isak nearly screams into the pillow and even laughs, “sorry sorry” and kisses his nose “good night isak” :’):(
Summary: Punk!Phil has a crush, so when Pastel!Dan is manning a kissing booth for a school event, he finds himself showing up with a pound in his pocket.
Word count: 5364
Special thanks goes to Harley (@danslester) for giving me the idea for this fic and encouraging me as I was writing it, and to Gisele (@fringegaps) for reading it over and promising it was okay to post. (Also let me know if you’d be interested in seeing more of this version of Dan and Phil because they were fun to write and I have a few ideas.)
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together as a couple. At the Oscars after party, Chris surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend. - Worst summary ever written, sorry! Words Count: 2.9k Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+ Warnings: Smutty gifs, dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!] Author’sNote: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*. Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.
Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.
The Oscars, the greatest, most
prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors,
producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic
industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the
ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’
sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy
This year’s ceremony - which weren’t
such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers
yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and
the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the
after party with Chris and some of his friends.
Even if you weren’t working in this
environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working
behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties
represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very
interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling
you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew
Standing next to the bar with him in
your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you
carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his
beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully
each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite
sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him
crazy the whole time.
As you shared a conversation with
him through the unbearably erotic and debauched jazz music playing in the
background, the sexual tension and frustration between you could be seen as
thick smoke from miles around. His body language told how much he only wanted
to take you, pinning you down and make you forget your name until you would
quiver and scream your bliss beneath him.
“Honey, are you even listening
to me?” You chuckled; laying a hand on Chris’ arm and his eyes followed
every detail of your skin, the way your white teeth brightened even more with
your red lipstick as a smile graced your lips. “You know, it’s rude to
stare at people… even when you love them.”
“Sorry, what did you say? I was
too busy mentally undressing you,” your boyfriend winked slowly, a hand
finding his pocket and you gulped, as you secured a lock of your hair behind
your ear and he smirked, swallowing some more of his pale ale alcohol liquid.
“You might want to see what
happens to be under this gown. Trust me.” Voice deep and sensual, you
played along his seductive game and held the flute of champagne inches away
from your lips. Chris arched an eyebrow, his palm reaching for the small of
your back and his lips fanned to your ear, making you swoon already.
“Maybe I’ll find out sooner
than you think,” he murmured a promise so huskily, offering his special
smug smile he only used behind closed doors and your decision was made as his
lips grazed behind your earlobe discreetly.
Ok ok so I feel like its more commonly assumed that Phichit was probably pining for Yuuri for a while first before he had to be blatantly obvious that he had a big ole crush on Yuuri, but what if it was the other way around? Imagine if Phichit was the first person Yuuri found that he was really attracted to, and when he realized that, it hit him like a ton of bricks.
He would try to play it cool and act normal, but start freaking out more than usual. Phichit is a naturally touchy person, even in the most platonic ways, but now every time he’s touched Yuuri jumps like he’s received an electric shock. When they’d have movie nights, they used to share a blanket and when Phichit offers, Yuuri scoots his ass as far away as he can on the couch.
And Phichit’s like “What the hell man you’ve been acting weird all week…Yuuri did I do something wrong?”
“Nonono it’s not you I promise.”
“Well then what is it? And don’t say nothing because I can tell when something is bugging you.”
Yuuri clutches his elbows and doesn’t meet Phichit’s eyes.
“Yuuri, don’t make me make you tell me,” he says with a devilish smirk. Phichit crawls towards Yuuri and pounces on him, tickling his sides. They crash to the ground with Yuuri laughing and gasping for air.
They end up with Phichit sitting on top of Yuuri and pinning him to the floor. He bends down to whisper in Yuuri’s ear. “I’ll stop when you tell mee~.” Before he can lean back, Yuuri turns his head and captures Phichit’s lips in a quick kiss.
Yuuri slaps a hand over his mouth as his face reddens. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-” He covers his entire face with both arms.
He feels Phichit’s fingers gently trying to peel his arms apart. “Yuuri,” he says softly, “Yuuri please come out..” He mumbles out a no, that he’s staying like this for forever, before feeling the soft press of lips to the skin of his forearm.
He peeks through the crack of his arms to find the worried gaze of Phichit above him, a little crease forming between his eyebrows. “Is this why you were acting odd? You… like me?” Yuuri manages a little nod.
“Well, that kiss was a little sloppy. If you come out of there, we can try again, if you want.”
Yuuri slowly lets his arms fall to the side and pushes himself up on his elbows so his nose is a few inches from Phichit’s. “You… aren’t mad?”
Phichit lets out a breathy chuckle. “Oh Yuuri, why would I be mad? Especially when you look so cute like this?”
Yuuri felt his cheeks flush again, and leaned forward to kiss Phichit once more.
Can you please write a prompt about evak moving in together? Monday's episode ruined me
here you go :)
you see, the thing is that isak and even spend every single night together. they can’t imagine not sleeping in the same bed, can’t imagine not falling asleep while they’re wrapped up with each other, surrounded by each other’s touch and skin and scent and love, not waking up and being each other’s first sight of the day. but the problem is that it soon becomes a bit of a struggle, basically living in two different places, because although they spent every night together, they were still sleeping in isak’s room, in even’s room. one day, they were at isak’s place, and he was going through some of his notes for the past 15 minutes, and he couldn’t find the physics notes he was looking for. and that’s when he realized that the last time he read them, it was at even’s place, while they were both doing homework in his room. and that often happened, one of them forgetting something at each other’s, not being able to remember where they put it
one day, while they were in even’s bed, isak who had dropped a bit of pizza sauce on his t-shirt, told even that he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes for the next day. and so even told him he could borrow one of his shirts, something they often did, and isak hummed, and even wrapped an arm around him, kissed the top of his head, and told him “i think this would be easier if all our stuff was at the same place”. and isak looked into his eyes, a smile in them, and he nodded, his nose rubbing against even’s as he did
A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…
His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.
“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.
He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.
NOTES: Well, ended up throwing this together for V-day after all, short and sweet.
It was laughable that he was upset, really. Victor even almost berated himself for it, for packing as close to what he would call a tantrum as what a grown adult who was heir to one of the biggest criminal groups in the world could be.
People steered well clear of him today, they did what he asked, they didn’t argue, they didn’t fight back. He’d woken up in a foul mood, eaten breakfast and done his work out in the freezing cold in an even worse mood, and it’d soured as the day wore on, it was only lunch time.
And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym.
You get back, absolutely exhausted from a hard workout, your gym clothes cool and damp with sweat, sticking to your skin. And Harry’s in the kitchen cooking some “protein” noodles or maybe they’re zoodles or squoodles, and for whatever reason he’s only got a pair of tight joggers on, his chest completely exposed to the boiling pot.
“Don’t burn yourself,” you sigh, remembering the last time he cooked nearly naked and little grease spatter burns were across his belly for at least a week. You kick off your shoes, bending to remove the sweat-soaked socks from your feet. A sharp hiss escapes you as you feel the burn in your thighs.
“S’the matter?” he asks, turning the stove top off and removing the pot before crossing over to you.
“My thighs burn,” you mutter, slowly easing yourself up. Harry’s closer now, arms outstretched with his hands running over your shoulders. His fingers twist around a bit of damp hair before he pulls them back, brushing them lightly beneath his nose. “Are you trying to smell my sweat?”
“Yeah,” he grins unabashedly, taking a fist full of your wet hair and inhaling deeply. He growls in pleasure, before placing a kiss on your neck. “What do they call it? Natural musk?”
“I do not have a musk, Harry!”
You stomp away from him, but the ache in your thighs keeps you from achieving the desired dramatics.
“Yeh do, love, and it’s sexy,” he says, easily closing the distance between you once more as he slithers his arms around your waist and rests his head atop yours, swaying you gently.
“Well, I think I’m smelly and would like to take a shower.”
“Can I help yeh with that, love?”
Turning in his arms, you give him a hard look. “No,” you answer firmly, “because to you helping is fucking and I’m just too exhausted for that right now.”
I keep saying this, but well, I did my best and I hope I did okay with it! Please excuse any grammar mistakes and …the poor writing.
Part 3 should be up later on the week. That’s going to be Lance and Shiro’s angst.
Ok, i’m done rambling.
up at the sound of a soft humming near him and he sighs unconsciously as he
feels fingers passing through his hair in a soothing motion.
recognizes Allura’s smell, a mix that reminds him of roses and vanilla. Lance
hums contently, unconsciously leaning his head further into her touch and
almost whines when her voice stops abruptly.
“Lance? Asteráki?” She calls softly and Lance
limits himself to hum, pushing his head further against her lap. “Asteráki, I need you to open your eyes,
ever so slowly, Lance finally gathers enough strength to open his eyes and the
first thing he sees is Allura’s worried face but a soft smile appears on her lips
as soon as she sees his baby blue eyes.
there.” She whispers, stroking his cheek tenderly and Lance’s mouth twitches
you feeling?” She asks in low voice and pulls the blanket tighter around Lance
as she watches the brunet shiver.
coughs out, trying to suppress the shivers that shake his body, “I’m good.”
sure.” Allura says unconvinced and Lance doesn’t need to look up to know she’s
rolling her eyes, “Try to not move a lot, please. I will be right back, I’m
just getting you some food, okay?” Lance whines when Allura pulls his head up
and places it gently on the pillow, “Sh, it’s okay. I will be right back.”
faintly hears the sound of the door opening before it closes with a swoosh. Letting out a sigh, Lance turns
and props himself up until he’s half sitting in his bed, panting harshly at the
He leans heavily
against the wall, tightening his hold on the blanket around him and then closes
his eyes. It shouldn’t have passed more than three minutes before he hears the
door open once again.
Lance rasps out and feels someone sitting on the edge of the bed.
her silence, Lance blinks to clear out his blurred vision and his eyes widen at
the figure of his boyfriend at the end of the bed.
Lance breaths out, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the black haired
teen, “H-Hey, you. Good t-timing, a cradling and c-cuddle session would be
He tries to
smile playfully, but his smile quickly falls when Keith keeps his eyes down and
turns his head away from Lance’s direction.
heart stops and then he’s sucking in a sharp breath. “K-Keith?” He calls again,
his voice soft and small, vulnerability dripping from it, “A-Amor?”
A/N: Based off the song “Wrong” by MAX (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!
Luke’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt your hand slid over his thigh. His eyes darted over to you in a look that said “don’t you dare.” Only you weren’t looking at him. You were facing forward, a sly smile on your lips as you continued to tease him. Your hand inched closer to his crotch and you began to palm Luke through his jeans. Luke’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he began to tap his finger against the steering wheel. Eyes locked on the road. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you. Moments before you were perfectly content and full from the dinner you two just had. It was a different story now. You were on the prowl and of course had your eyes set on Luke. He cleared his throat, eyes still locked on the road as you kept palming him. You could feel Luke’s cock growing under your touch the smile on your face growing. Luke’s attention was taken off the road for just a split second when he heard your seat belt unbuckle. “What are you doing?” Luke asked, pouting at the feeling of your hand leaving his cock.
“Just lift up,” you instructed him, already unzipping his pants. Luke did as you said, moving in his spot as carefully as he could so that his foot wouldn’t move off the brake. Lucky for him the two of you were stopped at a red light. Once his pants were off you immediately went back to giving him a handjob. Soon Luke was hard enough to your liking and you leaned over the gear shift to take him into your mouth. Luke’s foot hit against the gas pedal in surprise and the car skirted forward.
“Oh fuck,” Luke gasped, trying his hardest to focus on the road. Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the bit of precum that had collected at the tip. Your lips surrounded his cock as you began suck. Your tongue poking out to lick at a prominent vein on his cock. “Damn it feels so good,” Luke grunted, his foot hitting against the accelerator, so that the two of you could make it back to his place quickly. Your head bobbed at a steady rhythm and you stroked the parts that wasn’t in your mouth. Just giving Luke head made you wet. Everything about him turned you on. The way he looked in his black fitted shirt and ripped blue jeans. Luke’s hair had even grown out a bit more and started to curl. You loved it when he let his hair grow, giving you something to play with sexual or not. Luke was and is beautiful.
Throughout the entire dinner Luke had been whispering to you. Telling you everything he wanted to do when you got back to his place. His hand placed on your thigh and thumb rubbing circles close to where you needed him. It made you crave for his touch even more than you had. Just thinking about all the things Luke was going to do to you made your core throb. Your head lifted so that you could catch your breath and you wiped at your mouth then looked around at your surroundings.
“Pull over and don’t lock the doors,” you whispered into his ear, teeth tugging at his earlobe. Your words made a shiver run down Luke’s spine and he made a sharp turn towards a back road area.
“What are you up to?” Luke moaned, feeling your hand massage his cock once more. You began to kiss alongside his neck, teeth nipping at his sweet spot.
“I want you,” you muttered against his skin. “Take me right here. Right now,”
“You don’t want to wait ‘til we get home?” Luke asked, coming to a stop in an empty lot. You were too busy teasing Luke to answer his question and sucked just below his earlobe. Luke turned the car off, then pulled the keys out the ignition. He tossed them into the door holder. Luke turned his head to the side and grabbed you by the back of your head to pull you into a kiss. You kissed him back with much passion and your tongue glided along his bottom lip in asking for permission. His lips parted and you stuck your tongue inside his mouth. Luke moaned against your lips, his other hand reaching down to push his seat far back. The kiss broke and you took that opportunity to kick off your shoes and climb over to sit on him. “I like this mood you’re in,” Luke chuckled, eyes closing shut as you sat down on him.
“Yeah, you like it?” you asked, beginning to grind on him. Luke nodded rapidly and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. The only thing that was separating him from actually being inside of you was your panties. Luke pulled down the straps of your dress and pulled down the front of it. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra and massaged your breasts. Your lips connected once again, the kiss slower this time. The tension began to build when Luke began to buck his hips up into yours. Luke knew it was wrong for the two of you to be doing this in public, but it somehow felt better when it felt wrong.
“Stop teasing me,” Luke mumbled against your lips. Even if he was showing so much dominance during dinner it was clear to the both of you who was in control at the moment. His hands moved down to your ass and squeezed at the soft flesh. He lifted up the bottom of your dress and rubbed at your clothed clit. Luke may have been extremely hard, but you were another story. He could feel how soaked your panties were, your clit swelled in arousal. “Y/N please,” Luke groaned, moving your panties to the side and running his fingers between your folds. This action took your by surprise and you let out gasp. You wanted him to be inside of you just as much Luke wanted to be there himself. “Come on let daddy in,” he whispered in your ear, plunging two fingers into your soaking heat. You whined in pleasure and began to ride his fingers. The air inside the car had gotten hot. The windows fogging up as everything escalated. Luke had turned the tables and now you were the one like putty in his hands. You lifted up so that you could line him up to your entrance. Teasing both of you by rubbing the head of his cock over your folds.
“How much do you want it?” you asked Luke, a smirk on your lips as you saw him pout in frustration. Luke couldn’t take it anymore and held tight onto your hips as he pushed in. “Holy shi-Luke,” you moaned out, sitting down more so that he was fully inside of you.
“Does that answer your question,” Luke chuckled. The wind had nearly been knocked out of you and your head rested against Luke’s shoulder. Both your actions had stopped and you soaked in the feeling of him filling you up. After a few seconds you began to ride him. Your hips lifting at a steady pace and rolling down in a figure eights. Luke’s grip on your hips was so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. You picked up the pace, mouth hanging open as silent moans left your lips. Luke began to buck up into you, matching your pace.
“Oh yes-right there,” you huffed, breath fanning over Luke’s face. You grabbed the headrest and began to bounce on his cock. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed around the car. You sat down on him hard then began to grind. His pubic bone hitting at your clit. His eyes closed in pleasure, head falling back against the headrest. Luke couldn’t remember the last time the two of you fucked like this. Just hot and dirty. It made him get worked up even more and he began to pound up into you. Tiny screams of pleasure leaving your lips as the head of his cock hit against your g-spot. Luke sat up straight making your back hit against the steering wheel and the horn honk. “I think we should go to the backseat,” you suggested. Before Luke could even reply you were already getting up. Your warmth no longer surrounding him. You opened the car door and quickly moved towards the back. Luke was fast on your heels and the minute you opened the back door he had you face down ass up.
“Look at you,” Luke grinned, spreading cheeks apart. He stroked at his cock and rubbed at your bundle of nerves. “So beautiful…opening up for daddy like a good girl,” he said. You moaned at his words and raised your hips in a request to having him inside of you. Luke plunged in hard making your toes curl and a squeal of pleasure leave your lips. Your body pushed forward as Luke began to thrust into you. His hand coming down hard on your ass. No one could fuck you as good as Luke could. He made your body tingle in ecstasy.
“Luke!” you yelped, hands reaching you to grab at anything only to grab at the air. He was working into you so much that you could almost see stars. You began to clench around him and you could hear Luke curse under his breath. “S-So good. Fuck Luke d-don’t stop,” you stuttered out. He slapped your ass once again and really began to work into you. You began to clench around him, face burying into the cushions as you moaned into them.
“Do that again baby,” he requested, rolling his hips into yours. Going in deep and hitting all the right spots. You clenched around him once more and moaned. Luke was close to his release a series of grunts coming from him. This was so wrong, wrong in the fact that you two could get arrested for public indecency, but it still made everything feel so right, so good. You could tell Luke was about to come. His pace becoming sloppy and his moans growing louder.
“Fuck I can’t hold it,” Luke announced, his pace slowing down and letting you feel ever inch of his cock. He gave you two sharp thrusts then pulled out to spurt his load over your ass. Luke stroked at his cock as he came. Letting every bit of it leak out and coat your ass in his cum. After he had finished, Luke tapped your leg. You turned over in exhaustion and pouted up at him. “Sorry you didn’t finish baby,” he sighed, leaning down to kiss you. “How about we drive home and I can eat you out?” Luke suggested, “Then do that thing you wanted me to do too.” He kissed at your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your cheek, and finally he kissed your lips. “Hmm?”
“You’ll do it?” you asked, trying to confirm his words. Luke nodded in response. You grinned at Luke and pulled him into another deep kiss. “Well then we better hurry home,” you said. Luke was quick on his feet. Pulling his pants up and heading to the driver’s seat. This wasn’t going to be the last time you two had sex in public, but this was going to be the start of a new kink.
Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.
Word count: 2,605
One Last Time (Smut)
You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the
small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears.
Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the
He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn
to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.
Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!
Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.
He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the
subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was
obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week
to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more
than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it
better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but
now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.
The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew
that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but
Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than
once over the course of your relationship.
There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry
had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting
room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and
preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.
“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take
a break and come swim with me.”
No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping
your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back
or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.
“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”
“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going
back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”
He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn
ever-so-slightly in his chair.
“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to
be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”
You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really
had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry
would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had
surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen.
More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back
to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected
to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments
during the evening were always nice.
Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect
than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.
Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about
missing that note.
Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.
Request: The 80 and 57 anon here, I apologize for forgetting the character. I mean to put with Bucky, thx
80. “I’ve never kissed anyone.” + “This is a problem.”
57. “Calm down all I did was break his nose.”
A/N: I WILL CONTINUE THE REQUESTS TOMORROW, THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM! gOODNIGHT!
You and your teammates sat around on the couch, enjoying your day off and playing a little game of truth or dare.
“Just hurry up and pick someone.” Tony grunted, taking a swig of his beer. Sam glared at him.
Thor was off in Asgard, Bruce was still MIA and Clint was back home with his family which left you, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Tony. Sam’s eyes scanned everyone before locking on you. A smirk spread across his lips and he cleared his throat.
“Miss Y/N.” he says and you groan. “Truth or dare?” deciding to play it safe - like you always do - you choose truth. Sam rubs his facial hair for a second before having a lightbulb moment. “I dare you to describe your last kiss in extreme detail from start to finish.”
“But I picked truth.”
“Yeah but truth is so boring.”
You chuckle and shake your head. At that moment, Natasha looks at her empty beer bottle and stands up, leaving the living room to grab another beer. “I would describe my last kiss to you guys if I’ve ever had a last kiss.”
The whole team looks at you.
“What are you saying? That you’ve never-” you cut Tony off.
“Yup.” you nod. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”
“This is a problem.” Bucky spoke from beside you and you laugh.
You’ve had a crush on Bucky for a while now but due to the fear of rejection, you never did anything about it. As for Bucky, god you were the only person in the building worth talking to. He loved your voice and could listen to you talk all day. He annoyed the hell out of Steve by talking nonstop about you. Needless to say, Bucky was whipped and the pair of you weren’t even dating.
“What do you mean it’s a problem?” you ask.
“I mean, there’s no way in hell a pretty girl like you hasn’t been kissed.” he responds.
You shrug. “I guess guys don’t find me kissable.”
“Bullshit, I do.” Bucky positions himself so he’s directly facing you.
“Wait, hold up, I zoned out a bit.” Steve says. “Did you finally admit your feelings for her? Did I miss it?”
“You like Y/N?!” Wanda exclaimed, smiling.
“Oh my god Steve, why.” Bucky groaned while the rest of the team bombarded him with questions.
You look over at him and grin. “You like me, Buck?”
“Yeah, I do. A lot more than I should, actually.” he responds.
“Would it help if I said I like you too? Because I do.” you say and Bucky locks eyes with you.
“Really?” you nod. “Oh thank god.”
You smile as he let out a sigh of relief. “If you want.. I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you were my first kiss.”
He bit back his excitement. “Really? I-I mean only if you’re okay with it because I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus this is your first kiss and first kisses are important. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future-”
You place your hand over his mouth and laugh. “Will you stop rambling and kiss me, Barnes?”
His words get caught in his throat so he nods and leans in, carefully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. But it didn’t last long as he was harshly yanked away from you by Natasha who had just came back.
Before you - or anyone - could get a word in, she retracted her arm before her fist came in contact with Bucky’s face - specifically his nose. Bucky let out a loud ‘fuck!’ and held his nose as blood dripped.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes?! That was her first kiss you asshole, how could you take advantage of her like tha-”
“Nat!” you exclaim, catching the attention of your red head friend. “It’s okay, I wanted to kiss him. I like him, he likes me. It’s all good.”
Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Buck, I’m so sorry I thought someone dared you to kiss Y/N I-I’m.. uh.. congrats you two!”
She watches as you rub Bucky’s back, asking if he’s okay before the both of you stand up to go get him an icepack.
“What the hell, Natasha!” Steve shouts and she rolls her eyes.
A/N: WELL HERE IT IS. THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER, DON’T GET TOO CRAZY KIDS. Okay but forreal, this might be a piece of trash come yell at me I’m all ears. I hope this doesn’t disappoint, I’m sorry, YOU ALL ARE SO SO AMAZING. ENJOY.