It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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Contains : bestfriend!jaebum, tiny bit of violence, SMUT !

Words : + 3,7k

Group : GOT7

Member: Jaebum/Im Jae-bum

Summary : Jaebum comes to rescue you during a horrible date, and one thing leads to another.

Originally posted by daefsoul

A/N : When i posted the ‘coming up’ post for this smut, it got a lot of notes so i hope yall like it and i hope i didn’t desappoint anyone ! You can leave your feedback here !

You took a deep breath, rubbing your temples. You didn’t even know why you were still here, sitting in the uncomfortable chair. Everything was weird and you felt out of place. You were all dressed up, in a fancy dress, your makeup and hair done, thinking that your date was going to take you to a reputed restaurant, but you soon understood that the amazing place he was talking about was just an old rusty bar.

Your date was in the bathroom, leaving you in front of the bar, awkwardly playing with your empty glass.

Sure he was nice, maybe too nice ? He was treating you more like a friend than a possible love interest. Yes, he was kind of cute but all he could talk about was his ex and you couldn’t help but think that he was comparing every single one of your moves with his ex’s.

You sighed, looking around as if someone would help you, but the bar was filled with a bunch of drunk people shouting at a football match. You mentally cursed at yourself for going on this date, but your love life was way too monotone these days. On the other hand, you wished you were in your apartment simply watching a movie, where you wouldn’t embarass yourself.

Your date was taking way too long, you were contemplating leaving the bar, but you felt bad to leave the guy alone without any explanation, and you couldn’t see yourself do something like this.

But what if he was the one who ran away from the horrible date ? Escaping thanks to the back door and leaving you in the most awkward position ever.

Before you could think about it twice, a voice came from behind you.

« Y/N ? », you closed your eyes, silently hoping that the person behind you wasn’t one of your friends, or worst, someone from your class, the situation was already embarassing enough.

You turned around, only to be confronted with the questionning expression on your best friend’s face. You were releaved and anxious at the same time, Jaebum didn’t know that you were going on a date, and he always told you that he had to approve of the guy or girl before anything gets too serious.
He always said it in a joking manner but sometimes you could sense a hint of seriousness in his voice.

Also, you knew he would probably laugh right at your face.

You smiled weakly at him, turning your body to fully face him, « Hi, Jaebum. »

« What are you doing here ? », he asked, taking a wooden chair and sitting next to you, elbows on the counter. He was wearing all black, the colour contrasting with his skin.

« Hm, I-I’m on a date. », you said, carefully watching his reaction. He raised an eyebrow, taking his jacket off.

« Was it that bad ? », he asked, with a laugh. You tilted your head, adjusting your dress, silently telling him to continue talking.

« Well, obviously it went wrong. », he said, taking a sip from his beer, raising the glass to his lips, his arm bulging.

« Hm…. », you cleared your throat, « I’m actually on the date, like, right now. », you said, embarassed, biting your lower lip.

Jaebum nearly shoked on his drink, quickly wiping away a droplet falling from his lips, quietly chuckling against the back of his hand.

« What are you doing dressed like that, in a bar ? », he rapidly asked, putting his drink down.

You sighed, looking at the hallway leading to the bathrooms, before answering, « He told me he was taking to an amazing place, I thought he was taking me to a restaurant or something ! And I got all dressed up and now I’m here an- »

« But where is he ? », Jaebum asked, not letting you finish, eyes wide.

« Bathroom. », you simply answered head falling in your hands.
Jaebum chuckled, claiming you were the only one to get in those types of situation, and you could only agree.

« Do you want us to leave ? », he asked softly after taking another sip, one hand resting on your exposed knee. You really wanted to, but you just felt bad.

« Don’t feel bad if we leave, the guy probably drowned in the toilet. », he said as if he could read your mind, trying to convince you.

« Or, if you want, I can make up an excuse if he comes back in like, 5 minutes. »

You nodded, quietly watching as Jaebum finished his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You were friends with Jaebum since kindergarten and he quickly became your best friend. Growing up with his was a rollercoaster, he would always come up with ideas to get you both or one of you in trouble, and since then, saving each other’s asses was something pretty common.

He would help you get away from your strict parents, and you would help him with tacky one night stands. But also, moments with him were always memorable or calming.

Lost in your thoughts, your were brought back to reality when Jaebum cleared his throat, eyebrows furrowed, looking behind you. You straightened your back, biting your lips as your date finally came out of the hallway.

His expression was mimicking Jaebum’s as he walked straight up to you. His hand came to your shoulder, holding way to tightly, and before you could say anything, your best friend opened his mouth.

« Sorry to interrupt your date, but Y/N and I are going to leave. Something important came up. », simply said Jaebum, what an amazing excuse. The boy beside you raised his eyebrows, clearly not convinced.

« What’s so important ? Who are you ? », he asked, his hand still tightly gripping your shoulder. 

« I’m her best friend. Something in our house, we need to go, now. », Jaebum insisted, getting up from his chair.

« It’s okay I can bring her back to your house later. »

His hand was keeping you from getting up, making you even more uncomfortable. But you started to panic when you saw Jaebum’s look on his face, clearly not amused.
Over time, you learned that fucking with Jaebum was not a good idea, pushing his buttons always ended up in some bad situations.
You got up, escaping from the boy’s grip, giving him an apologetic smile.

« We’re leaving, that’s it. », harshly said Jaebum, giving you your coat. « I’ll call you later. », you promised.

And God, you wished your date was compliant, but when he grabbed your wrist, pulling hard, Jaebum heard you cry out, and he snapped. 

His own hand grabbed the boy’s arm, « Let her go. », he ordered through gritted teeth, voice low.

You pulled your wrist out of your date’s grip, massaging your skin. Holding Jaebum’s arm, you pulled a little, hoping he would get the hint and leave the bar before he could punch the guy.

Thankfully, Jaebum took his jacket, leaving the bar with you jerking him by his sleeve. The cold hair made you shiver, but you quickly brushed it of, recognizing Jaebum’s car a few steps away.

You knew Jaebum like the back of your hand, and you could feel him fuming beside you, fists clenched. It wasn’t the first time that he was ready to fight someone, you knew how to handle him, but he seemed off.

« Do you want me to drive ? », you asked softly, you tried to take his hand but he just opened the passanger door for you before making his way to the other side. 

He slammed the door shut, before starting the car. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, but you didn’t like seeing him like this. He didn’t say a word during the ride, but by the road he was taking, he was obviously taking you back to his house. Every little thing was making him lose more and more patience, sighing and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
The city lights highlighted his clenched jaw, and you couldn’t help but let your hand rest on Jaebum’s thigh. Your gesture was supposed to help him relaxe but it did the exact opposite, his muscle flexing.

The rest of the ride was dead silent, bubbles of anxiety were starting to rise in your stomach, something was strange about Jaebum. His behaviour was even worst, speeding to avoid red lights.

« Jaebum, slow down. », you said, worried, gripping his thigh a bit tighter as he passed a car. He just hummed, taking the last turn to his apartment.
He parked in his spot, exiting the car and slamming the door shut once again. 

You followed him silently, knowing the path to his door by heart. You inhaled, someone was probably cooking something, the smell making your mouth water.

Jaebum quickly climbed the stairs. With you following behind and the bright neon lights of the building, you noticed the fabric of his leather jacket streching between his shoulder blades, giving you an idea.

When you both finally arrived at Jaebum’s floor, he opened the door, letting you enter first. He quickly shut all the lights in the hallway of the building before closing the heavy wooden door.

Your best friend’s apartment was like a second house to you, you could probably walk blindfolded without a problem. You couldn’t count how many sleepless nights you spent here, playing games, watching movies or just enjoying each other’s presence in silence.

One of his cats gracefully walked towards you, passing between your legs, letting you pet his head before walking straight to Jaebum.

« You can check in the kitchen if there’s anything you want to eat. », he offered, squatting to pet his cat.

« I’m good, but do you want some hot chocolate ? », you asked. When Jaebum was in a bad mood, hot chocolate was always one of the ways to brighten his mood.

« No, I’m okay. I’m going to get change, you can start a movie. », he informed, making his way to his bedroom. While doing so, he took his shirt off, letting you see his back, he was so tense you could actually see it. You sighed, colapsing on the couch, but the idea you previously had while climbind the stairs come to your mind once again.

You rubbing your hands together, crossing your legs. Nora, another one of Jaebum’s cat jumped into your lap, rubbing her head in your neck.
You sat quietly, caressing the animal’s fur, the only thing breaking the silence being the cat’s mew and the tap being opened.

You heard Jaebum’s footsteps, entering the room. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, the only thing on his chest being the white towel on his shoulders. He was drying his slightly wet hair, leaving them messy and thrown back.

He gave you a confused look when he saw that the tv wasn’t on, walking towards the remote control before you stopped him.

« Jaebum. », you softly called. He hummed, looking at you patting the spot in front of you. Eyebrows raised, he sat, making his cat leave your lap, he faced you.
« Turn around. », you asked, and he got it, turning around and removing his towel. Your hands immediatly went to his shoulders, massaging the muscle. You were used to give Jaebum massages, after stressful exams or intense dance practices.

A pleased sigh escaped from Jaebum’s lips, his head tilted to the side. « Your hands are cold. », he whined.

« Sorry. », you chuckled, « You’re really tense. », you added, worried.

He just hummed, acknowledging your remarc without giving a reponse. You could feel the knot under your fingers trying to easy it up.
Your digits were working up to the space where his neck and shoulders met, a moan running down his lips.

« Tell me if I’m spressing too hard. », you whispered, getting closer to his face. You noticed that his eyes were screwed shut, another quiet sigh leaving his lips.

« You’re doing amazing. », he moaned, the compliment making bubbles rise in your stomach.

You fingers worked along his shoulders and neck, and soon enough, Jaebum moved his shoulders in a circular motion, a final sigh leaving his mouth.
He ran his fingers in his hair, turning to face you.

« May I return the favour ? », he ask, a lazy smile on his face. You turned around, somehow eager to feel his fingers on your skin. 

« Wait, I have to unzip the back. », you said, quickly realizing that you were wearing a dress.

Before your hand could reach the zipper, you felt Jaebum grab the fabric of your dress, pulling the zipper down, his fingertips lightly tracing your vertical column, making you shiver.

His breath was ghosting over the skin of your shoulders, maybe it was just your imagination, but Jaebum’s breath got caught when he saw the fine black lingerie underneath your dress.

Just like yours, his fingers started working on your shoulders and neck, but when his digits worked on the spot where your date grabbed you, you couldn’t help but whine a little.

« Sorry. », he mumbled, but before you could brush it off, his lips came in contact with your skin, leaving a single, innocent kiss. You gasped, his lips were still dangerously close to your skin and without thinking, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Everything happened so quickly. One moment, your best friend was giving you a simple massage, after you gave him one to help him relax, and now he was eagerly kissing down the side of your neck, his fingers now traveling down your sides.

« Jaebum. », you sighed, the feeling of his lips was driving you crazy, he wouldn’t let them long enough on your skin for you to appreciate the feeling, leaving you craving for more.

A moan fell out of your mouth when his lips met a particular spot, he started sucking on it, leaving a purple mark. Another moan escaped from your lips, your body relaxing against his torso.

« Come here kitten. », he asked nibbling at your skin, one hand resting on your thigh.

You turned around, Jaebum’s face still burried in your neck. Rapidly, you sat on his lap, as his hands traveled down to the small of your back, pushing down the fabric of your dress.

« Jaebum. », you called. You were craving to feel his lips on yours, just the thought of it making bubbles rise in your stomach. You had kissed Jaebum once or twice, by accident or because of dare, but it obviously felt so different now.

« Jaebum. », you whined, calling him again, seeing that he wouldn’t leave your neck before marking you. Finally, he looked up, the tip of his nose tracing your jawline.
His lips ghosted over yours, the feeling disappearing as soon as it appeared. A smile made his you on his face when he heard you whine again. You decided to take matters into your own hands, grabbing his jaw before crashing your lips into Jaebum’s.

And it felt so different from every other kiss you ever had, his lips were soft but so aggressive, biting and licking.

When you darted your tongue out, it was as if Jaebum stopped containing himself. A grown came out of his lips as his hands became more adventurous, slipping his hands under your dress hanging on your hips.

You got the hint, getting up to let him take your dress off. He detached his lips from yours, breath irregular, slidding the fabric off, leaving you in your underwear.
It’s not like Jaebum never saw you in your underwear, but he never looked at you liked that, almost devouring you with his eyes cloudy with lust.

His lips went back to your collarbones, and your body instantly reacted, bucking your hips. Jaebum moaned, his hands going back to your ass, pushing your body into his.
You tried to muffle a loud moan when he took your hips in his hands, making you grind on him.

« Just like that. », he moaned, voice low, as he guided you with his hands. You could feel him against your heat, and he was hard. The only things separating you were his sweatpants and your underwear but even with those things, the pleasure was overwhelming. You didn’t know if you ever felt so sensitive, but your rapid heartbeats told you it was because of Jaebum, because it was him.

One of his hands traveled from your thigh to your knee, before he started to kiss you again. Suddently, his digits ghosted over your panties, feeling the wet spot that was starting to form, making you gasp.

You stopped moving your hips, hoping that Jaebum would finally touch you where you needed him the most.

« What is it ? », he chuckled, amused by the situation.

« Jaebum, please. », you breathed. He was playing with the hem panties, pulling at it before letting it slap back. Your head fell backwards when his fingers started to rub circles on your clit, not letting you the time to breath.

« Fuck, you look so good. », breathed Jaebum through gritted teeth. You could only moan, rolling your hips into his hand.
« So wet. »
, he noticed, finally letting two of his fingers enter your pussy.

A cry escaped from your lips, filling the silent living room. However, Jaebum didn’t move his fingers, silently watching in awe as your chest rose and fell with every irregular breath.

Finally, he started to pump his fingers up and down in a steady pace, not giving you any time. His name was falling from your lips like a prayer, begging him to go faster.

Your own hands gripped his bare shoulders, your head dropping in his neck. You tried to muffle your moans, kissing and sucking on his skin.
He groaned, his digits thrusting in a slow but deep pace.

Soon enough, your felt the familiar knot in your stomach, ready to explode. Your breath got caught in your throat, a thin layer on sweat forming on your skin.

Your body started to move alongside Jaebum’s fingers, moving up and down, trying to reach your climax. But all at once, you lost every ounce of pleasure, making you gasp. Jaebum’s hand was on your hip, preventing you from riding his fingers.
He was holding them in front of his lips, chassing your eyes before taking them in his mouth, moaning at the taste.

« Jaebum. », you whined, rolling your hips into his, feeling his hard cock underneath the soft fabric of his sweatpants.

« Fuck. », he hissed. Eyes filled with lust, he hooked his fingers in your panties. You got up on your knees, letting the boys take it off, your heart beating quicker.

Your hands went on Jaebum’s torso, letting your fingertips drag along on the soft skin, before coming in contact with the hem of his underwear.

The outline of his cock was visible underneath it, and all you wanted to do was to focus on him.

A thin layer of sweat was also noticeable on his chest, rising and falling in an uneven rhythm.

You licked your lips, pulling at his sweatpants and eagearly taking his cock in your hand. Jaebum breath stopped, before letting out a sigh. Your thumb teased his tip, pre-cum leaking from it.

« Stop. », he hissed, taking your chin between his fingers. « We can do that another time. », he breathed.

His hands went back on your ass, head dropping back in your neck, « Ride me. »

And that’s all you needed. Guiding his shaft to you entrance, you slowly started to sink on his cock.
Jaebum moaned, head thrown back on the couch. A sigh left your lips, you were still sensitive, rediscovering the pleasure that Jaebum’s fingers were providing you a few moments later, but it was even more intense.

A few locks of hair were resting on Jaebum’s closed eyes, your hand softly tugged them back, making him open his eyes.
They were dark, looking directly at you.

His hand grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers with his and giving support while you started to bounce. His arm locked in the small of your back, he was keeping you close, he needed to feel your skin as closely as possible.

Groans and moans were filling the room as both of you were chassing your highs. Jaebum couldn’t help but buck his hips, hitting a particuliar spot, making you at his hair.

A groan came out of his chest, alongside a serie of « fuck »’s as he breathed heavely.
The boy’s throat was exposed, and you could’nt resist but let your lips travel all the way until you met his bobbing Adam’s apple, sucking near it.

« Baby. », Jaebum called. You could only moan in responce, unable to form proper words. 

« Faster, please. », he begged, whining.

You never saw Jaebum like that, so vulnerable, chest rising and falling, chicks slightly red, hair messy, eyelids heavy.
You did as told, using your remaining strength to lift yourself yp and slam back down, the sound of skin against each other filling the room.
Breathy moans were heard from both of you, your legs were started to burn but you were so close, so close.

« I’m gonna cum. », you moaned, your nails dragging down his torso. A loud moan tumbled from Jaebum’s lips as your walls clenched around him. His hand sneaked between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit, helping you reach your climax.

And when you did, the knot in your stomach finally exploding, it wash over you, your vision blurred, all you could focus on was Jaebum and his moans, more and more breathy and frequent.

He reached his high just after you, a loud and final moan coming from his lips, leaving him breathless and numb, one one his hand came to his forehead.

Your head fell on the boy’s torso, trying to catch your breath. All you could hear was his own ragged breath and the pounding of your heart, and you only smiled when you felt his heart beating as fast as yours.

Your hands were still intertwined, his lips softly kissed your knuckles, before murmuring a soft, « I love you. »

Tainted Love (part 6)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: insecure Lance

A/N: I’m so happy I finally have no more writers block for this damn fic! I hope you’re enjoying it!

It had been a good 5 days since Lance stood you up. You still didn’t understand why he didn’t show up. You were so excited to be going on the date with him. You hadn’t even known the man for more than two weeks and he’s already breaking your heart.

“He didn’t show up?” Hope repeats what you had just said.

“Yup.” you say as you pour yourself a glass of apple juice. “I got all dressed up and everything. I was excited to be going on a date with him. I thought he could be different. I should’ve listened to you.”

“That’s weird.” she murmured.

“What is?”

“He came by the gym on Thursday and asked me and Ben if we could help him. He wanted us to tell him how to dress and how to act. I guess he didn’t want to fuck up the date.” she explained.

You sigh. “Well he did.” your eyes began to swell with tears as you remember last night. You waited for him, you texted him and nothing. “I can’t believe I actually thought he liked me I just-”

You stop speaking and let out a small sob. “Oh no, no, no, no Y/N don’t start crying. He’s an asshole.”

“I know It’s just - there has to some explanation. He’s my soulmate. There has to be a reason why out of everyone else, he’s my soulmate.” you sit down on the couch and sigh. “Maybe he had a long day and he took a nap and left his phone on silent.”

“Stop making excuses for him.”

“I’m not I’m just trying to be reasonable. He’s not just an asshole, Hope. I think that’s a front.”

“Doubt it.” she scoffed.

“There has to be a reason..” you mutter. “Hope, where does Lance live?”

“What? How the fuck would I know?”

“I know you know.”

“I’m not telling you either way.”

ou throw your head back. “C’mon.”



“No Y/N.”

“Fine.” you huff. “I’ll just sit here and soak in my sadness… it’s not fair that everyone gets to be with their soulmate but I can’t. And now-”

“Alright shut the fuck up, you’re annoying me.” Hope cut you off. “Be ready in fifteen minutes and when I say be ready, I mean be outside your apartment building.” and with that, she hung up.

Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly pull your shoes on along with a jacket. Wearing a spaghetti strap and gym shorts was fine, right? You shrug and grab your phone, heading downstairs to wait for Hope.

When you got there, she was already waiting for you. You get in her car and put your seatbelt on. “I thought you said fifteen minutes? You got here in ten.”

“Yeah I know, decided to come early. I was gonna wait five minutes for you and if you didn’t get down here in time I was gonna leave.” she says as she drives off. “Because you take forever to get dressed.”

“Well not today.”

She glances over at you, taking in your appearance. “I can see that. Gym shorts? Really? That just screams ‘fuck me right now’.”

“You would know that, wouldn’t you?”

Hope scowled. “I’ll have you know that I’ve only fucked three people.”


The blonde slapped your arm.

Hope pulled up to an apartment building and parked. You look over at her, giving her a confused look. Where were you? “Second floor, apartment 24A. Go, I’ll be back in like an hour, two if I’m feeling nice.”

“Is this…” you trail off and she nods.

“I don’t like him but whatever makes you happy. Also, the only reason I know where he lives is because I had to pass him Maggie’s file.”

You smile. “Thanks Hope.”

“Yeah, yeah now get the fuck outta my car.”

You laugh and get out, watching Hope back up before she hauled ass down the road. Shaking your head you turn towards the building and sigh. It’s now or never, right? You walk up the stairs to the second floor and strut down the hallway, looking at each door. 20A. 21B. 22A. 23B. 24A.

Lance’s apartment was on the left side and you take a deep breath before knocking three times. You wait patiently but there was no answer so you began knocking again. It wasn’t until you heard a faint “yeah, yeah I’m comin’.” that you stopped.

Lance pulled the door open, his eyes glued to his wallet as he fished out some money. “How much is it again?” he looks up at you and surprise struck his face. You were the last person he thought would be at his door. He thought you hated him. “Shit Y/N, I thought you were the pizza man.”

“Obviously I’m not.” you don’t know when you crossed your arms but they were crossed.

The both of you stood there in awkward silence before Lance cleared his throat. “Uh, come in.”

He stepped aside and you enter his apartment. To your right there was his living room which was spotless and right in front of you was the kitchen which was also spotless. There was a door next to the kitchen which you assumed was his room since his infamous jacket was hanging on it.

“At the end of the hallway is a bathroom so if you need to go it’s over there.” Lance says, pointing over to your left. You nod and notice another door. Does he have a roommate? As if he heard your thoughts, he nods his head over to the door. “That’s like a storage room, I guess you could say. The only apartments available were two bedroom ones.”

Again, you nod and look around. The apartment was nicely decorated. You expected it to be… bland. Lance licks his lips and looks at you. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No thank you.” You watch Lance walk over to the fridge and pour himself a glass of water. After drinking it he rounded the counter to stand in front of you.

“So.. uh.. what’re you doing here?” he questioned.

You scoff. “Do you really not know why I’m here?”

Lance frowned. “Is it about the date?”

You nod. “I’m just going to get this over with.” You say, running your fingers through your hair. Lance takes this time to look at you. A spaghetti strap and gym shorts? Oh man he could only imagine how it would feel to have your thighs clench around his head as he- “Why didn’t you show up?”

Lance blinks twice, coming back to reality. “Huh?”

“Why didn’t you show up? Were you with another girl that night?” you questioned. You sounded like a jealous girlfriend but you didn’t care.


“Is that why you never answered my calls or texts? What about these past five days? Why haven’t you replied to me? Is there someone else? Did you blow me off because you don’t do the dating thing? I need answers, Lance. I need to know if I’m wasting my time or not. I know when we were younger you wanted nothing to do with me but I thought maybe you felt different now that we’ve met.” You spoke.

“No, I’m not seeing anyone right now. I haven’t been with anyone these past five days.” He tells you and you nod. You’re about to continue speaking when a girl emerged from his room.

“I finally found it. Thanks for not helping me you a-” she turns to the both of you, eyes drifting to you then to Lance.

You scoff. “You haven’t been with anyone these past five days?” Lance stays silent. “Unbelievable. I can’t believe I actually thought you had feelings for me. Hope was right, I should’ve just stayed away from you.”

You start walking to the door but Lance grabs your hand. “Woah, wait! Let me explain!”

“Explain what? That you weren’t actually interested in me? That you were probably with some chick Friday night? Honestly Lance-“

“Y/N would you just shut the fuck up and let me speak!” he cut you off and you freeze upon hearing his outburst. “Shit, sorry Y/N I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Just, please let me explain everything.”

You only nod. Lance lets out a sigh. “She doesn’t mean anything to me. The only reason she’s here is to get her jacket that she left here three weeks ago. We didn’t even know three weeks ago, you can’t get mad at that.”


“Fuck you, Lance!” the girl exclaimed as she made her way to the door.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” he glared at her as she left but not before showing him her middle finger.

Lance runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “Anyways, where was I…”

“You were gonna tell me why you blew me off Friday night.”

Lance frowns. “Right.. I uh… I got insecure.”

You scoff. “You got insecure? Lance, that is by far the worst-“

“I’m not lying.” He cut you off. “I went down to the gym Thursday and asked Hope for some help. I didn’t want to fuck up the date and since she’s your best friend she knows what you like and what you don’t. So, when I asked her to help me she said that I shouldn’t even go because I was gonna fuck the date up no matter what. She said the only thing I was gonna do was break your heart because it’s the only thing I’m good at and she’s right. You deserve someone much better than me. I’m a fuck up. I already fucked up.”

You scowl. You were going to murder Hope for saying such things. “I know I probably deserve someone better than you but does it look like I care? I can look after myself, Lance. You’re my soulmate for fucks sake. There’s a reason for that. You didn’t even give us a try before you decided you were no good. I don’t know why this one time you listened to Hope when you never do.”

Lance raked his fingers through his hair and you continued. “Why won’t you give us a try?”

He sighed. “Because I really like you and I’m afraid I’m gonna screw shit up. I’ve never been in an actual relationship. I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m so used to sleeping around, no strings attached but-“ he paused. “My friends in high school who already met their soulmates would tell me how great it was and how complete they felt. Even now I stumble across people who feel that way and I always thought it was a load of bullshit. But after meeting you all that changed. I understand why everyone is so focused on finding their soulmate because fuck Y/N it’s the best feeling in the world.

“I want to be with you more than anything in the world. You’re so sweet and so kind and just the complete opposite of me and I’m fucking terrified that I’m going to do something so fucked up and ruin you and I don’t want to do that. I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you so bad to the point where you hate me and fucking hell that crushes me.”

He’s in tears by now. You’d never thought you’d ever see Lance crying but here he was right in front of you with tears streaming down his face.

“And now I’m crying like a fucking idiot, making myself look even more stupid than I already do.” He sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

You take a couple steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you as you hugged him. “I knew that whole asshole thing was just a façade.” This makes Lance chuckle as he calmed down from crying. “You can’t help what you feel. You’re only human. It’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be fearful but you can’t let it stop you from being happy.”

“I’m sorry for blowing you off.”

“It’s fine, Lance.”

“No it’s not.” He pulls away so that he can look at you. “Let me take you on a date. I’ll show up this time.”

“We don’t have to rush into anything just yet. We can just-“

“I wanna take you out on a date.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

Lance sniffled. “Please?”

You smile. “Alright, Lance. I’ll let you take me on a date.”

“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Since you’re already here how about we go to my room so I can take these pretty little shorts off you.”

He tugs at your shorts and you swat his hand away, laughing. “Lance!”

The mood shifted from serious to playful and Lance giggled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Let’s watch a movie or something while we wait for the pizza man to get here. He should’ve been here like… twenty minutes ago.”



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Request: You want some peter parker angst???? What about Peter missing the reader’s birthday and other things(like dates and stuff) cause of spiderman(reader knows abt his secret identity) and the reader breaks down cause he was the only constant in their life?

Requested by: @mjwavson

A/N: Ohhh ;) also, I forgot to tag people in the last imagine, my apologies :)

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst.

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Peter had done it to you time and time again. Dates, get togethers, parties, everything. You name it, Peter had missed it. 

At first you’d understood, you’d even been proud of it. Your boyfriend was the Spider-Man, out saving people from small things, out saving people from much larger things. It was always knew. And even if he did miss the event, he always came eventually, sharing all of his adventures. Then, you grew tired of it. What’s the point of dating someone if you never get to see them? 

Anytime you saw him it was about him. Not because he deliberately made it about him. But he came in the deep depths of the night, injured and battered, tired. So you cleaned his wounds, asked him what happened and you spent the rest of the night taking care of him, listening to his day until he fell asleep. It was starting to effect your school work, starting to effect your mentality. But you never said anything and not just because you thought you didn’t have a right, he was Spider-Man, better people living then you getting to go on a date. But because you loved him, more than anything, he was the only family you had.

Your own didn’t care for you. Your mother, your only parent still standing, didn’t care for you and she spent more time out of the city than she did with you. You never saw her. But then you’d met Peter, and he had been the one constant thing in your life. The one thing you could always depend on. Your own true family. He’d trusted you so much that he’d told you right away when he got his spidey-powers. You two had been inseparable.

Had been, being the key words.

But never, not once did you think he’d ditch you on your birthday. Ever since meeting him, you’d have a small gathering with all your friends, Peter included, obviously, and then after they left it’d be you and Peter. Both of you. Peter also, always had something special for you, anything you could think of he did it for you. And you loved him for it. You loved him for it more than anything. It had been your thing. Constancy. 

Though, this year, even though in fact he had surprised you, not in a good way.

“Thanks for coming, Michelle.” You smiled, giving her a light hug. She of course returned the hug, squeezing you extra tight because she knew you needed it. Smiling softly at her, you shut the door behind her, waving one final time and turning around to your last guest. Ned was the last to stay and even if you were doing your best to hide it, you knew he knew you were upset.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Ned mumbled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why he’d do this.”

“I don’t know either.” You shrugged, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. “But, he’s Spider-Man remember? Duty calls.” You tried to joke, your chuckle coming out more bitter than you’d expected. 

“Do you want me to stay… or?” Ned offered, knowing that once he left you’d be completely and utterly alone on your birthday. But though the offer was tempting, it was wrong to keep him. So smiling the brightest you could, you waved your hand off, “nah. I’m good.” Ned returned the smile , nodding albeit unsurely, he headed towards the door.

Hugging him, you watched him walk through the door of your house, closing it behind him. Silence flooded your ears, as you turned around, finding the bare room. Taking a deep shaky breath, you began cleaning up the place. You eventually lost yourself in the cleaning, singing toons in your head to distract yourself. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even hear the thump of someone entering the house or the footsteps that followed.

“Y/N?” Jumping, you let out a tiny scream, the plate you’d been cleaning falling from your hands and breaking against the silver of the sink. You made no hesitation, turning to see the intruder but immediately calming when you saw it was only Peter. And rather in his Spider-Man suit he often visited you in, he wore his normal clothes, something behind his back as he smiled nervously.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared me to death.” Panting slightly, you held your hand against your chest. Faintly you saw Peter make his was closer to yourself, finally pulling his hand from behind his back. What you found was a bouquet of flowers. Though it was sweet, it definitely didn’t make up for anything. Though, you softly muttered thank you anyway, grabbing the flowers and placing them in a vase. You said nothing, finding nothing to say.

“I’m sorry.” Peter finally mumbled. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” Confused, you turned your eyes to the clock. It was in fact twelve in the morning, meaning the next time. That stung just a bit more. But as you looked at Peter you found yourself unable to hide the hurt you felt anymore, tired of everything. And before you could even stop yourself, tears burst from your eyes and you let out a sob. “You’re sorry?” You asked, sniffling. “I’m sorry that I started dating a man who doesn’t even want to see me.” 

You knew it was unfair of you to say such a thing, but you had such pent up grief you didn’t care.

Peter stepped even closer, worry in his eyes as he shook his head. “No. No. I want to see you, it’s just-”

“It’s just you’re Spider-Man.” You interrupted, moving your head away from his head. Wiping your own sleeve against your cheek, it was only useless as more tears fell. “I know. I know. And i’m sorry. But I got all dressed up. Dolled up on my birthday for no one.”

“I see you now,” Peter tried but you only shook your head.

“You missed my birthday. That was our thing!” Anger flooded you, and raising your hands you smacked it against his chest repeatedly. Not caring if he was injured. Not caring what this was doing to him and just repeatedly smacking him to wash away the anger you felt. Peter did nothing to stop you, letting you hit him. “You’ve been the one constant thing, and you’re no longer constant. You are my family, and now you’ve become like my mom! Someone i never see!” 

Finishing with one smack, you hefted against him. Panting heavily, you grabbed ahold of him, just desperate to feel his warmth again. Peter immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tight as he rocked you to sooth you. You sobbed against his chest, him shushing you softly.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered; “so sorry.”

My lesbian experience with a Granny

Sorry if this is long but it’s totally true and I will share all of the details. This happened to me this year in 2017. My real name is Amy. I don’t want to say what city I live in but it’s in the mid west. I’m a 24 year old bi single female here, recently out of college. I just got out of college and I’m finishing interning in a position where I handle Medicare and Medicaid for seniors. I’m working part time as a waitress. I have a nice old couple named Gary and Pat who have come into the diner I work at a few times a week for the last year. They have been good customers , and they always request me. They joke and tell me that they want to set me up with their grandson. They know I handle insurance on the side and earlier this year they asked me some questions about their paperwork. I told them I needed to look at it. Rather than have them drag in all of their files I agreed to go to their house to look. They agreed and we set up a time to go over and got directions. The only time I had to spare that week was a Sat night, and I was supposed to go to a club with a few friends, so I got all dressed up in my Best club dress and heels(short enough to get my drinks bought for me). I got to their house and Pat answered the door. It was 8:00 at night but they looked like they were ready for bed. She had on a night gown and he had on pajamas. When I walked in it was like walking in to my grandparents house, old people are all the same I guess.

They asked me if I wanted a drink and I said no, I just wanted to find their troubled paperwork and take a look and get going so I could start my night of fun. I sat across from them. Pat went into the kitchen and Gary sat across from me and I caught him staring. Right then Pat yelled in and said “Amy you look a lot different then you do at the diner”. I laughed and said I am in my waitress uniform so much that I love dressing up one day a week. She yelled out to me “well I like your dress it’s sexy”. I laughed at hearing this from a woman who was almost 70. As I turned back to look at Gary, I caught him trying to stare between my legs, he didn’t even try and turn away. At first I thought to myself Ew this old man is a fucking perv. But then my pussy tingled a little and I felt turned on. I thought it would be nice to tease him. I pulled my dress up a bit, and spread my legs slightly. He was smiling and I don’t even think he knew I was on to him. I smiled at him and arched a bit hoping he could see my thong between my legs which I noticed was starting to get wet.

Then his wife yelled into me which startled me. She asked if Gary’s Viagra would be covered in their plan. I was like holy shit I couldn’t believe that these people who were my grandparents age were having sex still. I told her I would have to check. I looked back at Gary and he was rubbing himself. I was turned on and pulled my dress up and spread as much as I could. Before I knew it Pat was in the doorway. She looked at what I was doing and I felt really embarrassed. She said sternly “if you keep doing that Gary won’t need a viagra”. She laughed and sat down on the couch with him. I was embarrassed and pulled my dress down and closed my legs.

Pat said “you don’t have to do that, just make sure we both can see”. I didn’t know what to do or if she was joking. Gary didn’t say anything. Right then Pat started rubbing Gary’s crotch. I have been in threesomes with other girls, so I wasn’t shy, but this was the weirdest thing I ever experienced. She looked back at me and said “it’s okay show us your pussy”. All I could do was think of my grandparents but I was really turned on, so I pulled my dress way up and spread and pulled my thong up inside me. For the first time Gary spoke. He said “I love your pussy”. Pat laughed at him and started to undo his pajama pants. She pulled out his dick that looked soft but fat and I got turned on. She looked at me and said “let’s see you play with yourself”. Then she started to suck on Gary’s dick. At that point I was horny enough to play with myself so I did. I took off my panties and watched her suck his old dick.

At that point I felt it was weird and I jumped up. Pat asked what was wrong and I said that I was sorry and I had to go. I went out to the car and texted my friends to go out without me that I was sick. Right then Pat tapped on my window. I was embarrassed and afraid to roll down the window but I did. Pat said “you forgot your panties” she had them in her hand. I thought she was about to give them to me and then she put them up to her face and sniffed them. Then she smiled at me. I don’t know why but when she did that I completely got comfortable which was weird because an old lady was sniffing my thong in front of me. She said “why don’t you stay a while and we’ll have some fun”. Then she said that we could give Gary a show while he waited for his viagra to kick in. I was still nervous but horny enough that I got out and we walked back to the house. When we got to the porch she smelled my parties again. I asked her if she liked the way my thong smelled. She said “that’s why I came out and stopped you” and she leaned in and kissed me…French kiss. The oldest person I ever kissed was a thirty year old guy up to that point and this was double his age! She was a really good kisser. We went in and she led me to their bedroom.

She called Gary and he came in. She told him to take a viagra then he told her “I just did”. Pat a nice old grandmother suddenly got really mean sounding and said to me “hurry up and get undressed” then she told Gary to sit down and wait for his pill to kick in while her and I played. I got undressed and Laid back on the bed. Pat lifted up her night gown and was completely naked underneath. The first thing I noticed was that she had really nice boobs. Very big and soft the kind I hope to have when I’m her age. She kissed me and put her hand on my pussy which was gushing at this point. She laughed. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on her tits. They were so nice. After sucking them for a couple minutes and kissing she laid me back and went down on me. It was so unreal. An old lady was eating me out and her old husband was watching us jerking on his semi hard dick.

She definitely was good eating me out I know she had done it before. She got me to the verge of cumming. Then she stopped and adjusted me and got my face near her pussy. I knew she wanted to be licked. I was really into this but still felt weird looking at this old woman’s pussy knowing I was about to lick it. She actually had a really nice looking pussy. It was clean and trim. She had only a little bit of hair that was gray and I laughed to myself when I saw it. I started licking her and she tasted and smelled really good. She was in control and I did what she wanted. She then made me 69 with her me on top and then her. Then after a while she got up and went into a drawer and pulled out a dildo and a little clit vibrator. She asked if we should use them and I said definitely. Then she stopped again and told me she was going to get her bullet too. I didn’t know what she meant but she came back with this silver bullet shaped ball attached to a wire. She said we would start with the bullet. She stuffed that in my Pussy and then turned it on and I almost jumped thru the roof it was so powerful but felt great. We played for a while and I forgot all about poor Gary.

Pat finally asked Gary if his pill kicked in and he said sort of. She went over and started to suck him and I played with myself for him, but he couldn’t get hard all the way so he told us to play and he would watch. We played all night and I finally realized it was 3 in the morning. I told them I had to go. Pat offered for me to sleep over but I said no.

I drove home and got in bed and couldn’t believe what I had done. But I didn’t regret it. Two days later I was at the diner and they walked in and sat in their favorite spot. I felt like a school girl who had a crush and walked over to them and my pussy tingled the whole way. They acted totally normal and I felt almost rejected like I had dreamed the whole thing. When they left they handed me an envelope with a $10 tip and a note from Pat. She wrote “ I want to take you out to buy you a sexy outfit” She added to call her if I could and we would go out that night. I was so turned on by it. I called her and said yes we could go and then she told me to meet her at our local Victoria Secret. I showed up and she was in the store waiting. I walked up smiling. I didn’t know if I should kiss her or hug her or what it was awkward. She gave me a hug. Then she told me that she wanted something sexy for me. Then without a warning she asked the woman behind the counter to help us pick something out. I tried to stop her but it was too late. I was embarrassed of how it would look if I’m picking out lingerie with an old lady. When the clerk came over I felt my face getting red. Then Pat told the woman “hi this is my grand daughter Amy and she’s getting married, and I told her that she needs to spice things up for her wedding night, so can you help us pick something out” the girl said no problem and helped us I couldn’t believe it.

I wound up getting white thigh highs and a garter belt. As we were paying Pat told me that she wanted to pick something out sexy to wear too. I waited but she wouldn’t show me what she got. We got out to our cars and made sure nobody was watching , and we kissed. Then I realized I didn’t care if somebody saw us or not because I was way too turned on. She asked me if I could come over again on Sat and I told her that I didn’t want to wait until then. She kissed me harder and I told her how fucking wet she made me. Then I just blurted out that we should get a room. She laughed and said she couldn’t do any of that stuff without Gary. But then she said she was horny too so she agreed to get one. There was a hotel across the street a really nasty run down one with a bad reputation in our town for having hookers and drugs, but I didn’t care. I figured nobody I knew would ever be there to see me.

We checked in and as soon as we got inside I was all over her. I think she thought I was a crazy young girl. She told me to slow down. She told me to put on my lingerie and that she would put on hers. I did and I looked at myself in the mirror and imagined if brides look this sexy under their wedding dress. I went out and Pat was already dressed in back fishnet stockings and a black garter. She had on a red g string that looked really good in her ass. She has a pretty big and juicy butt she’s not fat though. I jumped into bed with her and she said she couldn’t stay long. She took my toes and pushed them against her pussy. I started to play with myself. Then she started to suck my toes. I’ve never been into feet but this was so erotic. I then grabbed onto her foot and sucked her toes thru the black fishnet stockings and worked my way up to her ass. I pulled her thong aside and pushed my tongue into her ass. Her ass smelled and tasted so nice. I was in charge this time. I told her to spread on all fours so I could eat her ass more and she did it. She was screaming with orgasms which made me cum. I ate her ass for at least 20 minutes then she told me she never had her asshole licked before. I was surprised as kinky as she was. Then she asked if she could try and lick mine and of course I agreed. I sat on her face and she licked my ass and my pussy for a while then suddenly she stopped and asked what time it was. I told her and she said she had to get home to Gary. She hurried up and got dressed and left and yelled as she went out not to tell Gary we got together without him. I felt like a home wrecking slut. But I liked that feeling.

Over the next couple weeks I saw them at their house once a week. We always tried to get Gary hard for a three way but we couldn’t so he watched as Pat and I went at it in the bed. A month or so later I didn’t see them come into the diner. For two days in a row so I knew something was wrong. I went by their house after work and saw a car in the driveway I didn’t recognize. I knocked and a man in his 40s answered. I was nervous and asked if Pat was home and right then Pat walked up behind him. She was crying. She said hi to me and asked me to come in. She introduced me to her son and she introduce me to him and said “this is our friend from the diner that helped us with the papers- you know the one I wanted to set up with Tommy”. (Her grand son)Then she turned to me and told me that Gary died of a massive stroke two nights before and she was finalizing funeral plans.
Talk about a mood killer. I didn’t know what to say besides saying oh my God, I’m so sorry. She said she would stop by the diner and tell me when the funeral was. I excused myself and left. It was very awkward. This had gone from being a very hot secret affair to a really sad time.
The funeral was a couple days later. I went and stayed to myself. I planned to duck out quickly but Pat walked to to me and hugged me. She was all in black and I noticed that she was wearing her black fishnet stockings and heels and I know it’s very messed up but I got a bit turned on seeing her in those stockings. She went over to talk to others and I looked around at photos of Gary and Pat. They had been married 45 years. I saw younger pics of Gary and he was very handsome not like the old man who I knew. Pat was gorgeous when she was young like a movie star with long strawberry blonde hair I guess back in the 1970’s. I had only ever seen her with her grayish hair so I never knew what color her hair used to be. I met her grandson Tommy too he was a couple years younger than me but very cute. There was no way I would ever go out with him obviously because that would be so fucked up. I snuck out and have not seen or heard from Pat since. It’s been two months now.

I want to give her time and keep my distance and not be like a stalker, but I wonder how she is. I’m hoping she calls me or stops in the diner. Every night before bed I masturbate and I think of her. Most girls don’t like porn but I do, and lately it’s been all granny and grannies for me. I found a good site for old lady/ younger women lesbian sex. It’s so hot. For now I’ll try to stick to porn but eventually I need to get laid hopefully with Pat but maybe somebody else my age or older. I am attracted to guys my age and women 18 and older so I have some options, but I am holding out for Pat. I’ve slept with 14 people in my life- 4 girls including Pat and 10 guys, and Pat hands down got me off the most gave me the best orgasms and made me feel so turned on. Wish me luck that we hook up again when or if she is up to it. If we do I will update you. Ha ha. In the meantime hopefully some of you out there are turned on by my experience and can relate.

Amy- Midwest girl

Unexpectedly Expecting! (Part 1)

Summary: Steve and [Y/N] are set up on a blind date by Sam… 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 4200

Warnings: Swearing, probably. Mention of rape (just a reference to an artwork - that’s it). Some awkwardness, some roasting and some flirting. 

A/N: Welcome! This story is set in the present, follows Avengers: Age of Ultron but completely disregards everything that came after (Captain America: Civil War). Please read the Masterlist for more context. 

Originally posted by itsabulldoginnit

Chapter 1: The Blind Date

The door to the art gallery opened and Steve took a quick step back so the door would not hit him in the shoulder. It was a glass door. The person on the other side should have been able to see him. He was really hard to miss. Steve sighed heavily. This blind date was already starting on a bad note, not that he was expecting it to go well at all. Steve wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship. He had no time for it, and he certainly was no longer in a position where he could build a domestic life with someone. His life was dangerous, with just the ring of his phone he’d be on the other side of the world, fighting battles only a few could. He no longer was the type of man who could settle down. It did not make him a good romantic partner for women. He understood that. Heck, he was not sure he had ever been one. Women certainly never gave him a second glance before the war against Germany. And after Peggy, well… all that was left was the mission. That was all he had for so long. And the mission was good. The mission was fulfilling… No, not fulfilling, but filling. The mission filled the emptiness Steve felt after he woke up from that numbing ice.  

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Double Date

For amys-binder, last week’s Random Trivia Winner! 

Nico looked at his stupid black polo shirt and stupid skinny jeans. He had no idea how he got sucked into a double date with Annabeth and Percy. Well, he knew how, his significant annoyance set up the whole thing without asking him. 

“Well you look sharp.” Will smiled as he finished tucking in his baby blue button down shirt into his jeans.

“Why are we going on this double date again? And why do I have to go?” Nico asked. 

“Because they’re our friends.” Will replied as he looked at Nico. “And they’re some of the only people that you can stand.”

Nico sighed, knowing Will was right. “So where are we going again?”

“To dinner and mini golf.”

“Wait, I got all dressed up for mini golf?” Nico asked. 

“You really think wearing a polo is getting dressed up?” Will replied. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

Nico sighed and walked with him out the door. He got into the passenger seat to let Will drive. He closed his eyes, trying to get a clear mind before this date started. 

He did enjoy spending time with Will and going on dates always brought out his nerves. He just wanted everything to be right. Of course he was the perfectionist when he came to dates.

“Look, Annabeth and Percy are here.” Will said as he parked the car. 

Nico opened his eyes and looked at his two friends through the window. They were smiling and chatting with each other as they waited for Will and Nico. 

Will got out of the car and Nico followed. His hands shoved deep into his pockets as him and Will approached their friends. 

“Hey.” Annabeth greeted, spotting the two of them from the corner of her eye. “You two look great.”

“Thanks. You two look good too.” Will smiled. “Did you get a table already?” 

“We have a reservation.” Percy told them as they headed inside. His fingers were intertwined with Annabeth’s.

Will looked over at Nico who still had his hands shoved in his pockets. He sighed, slightly wishing that they could hold hands. 

They got seated almost immediately. Annabeth and Percy sat on one side of the table and Will and Nico sat on the other side. Will was across from Percy and Nico was across from Annabeth. 

“What is the best thing on the menu?” Will asked as he looked through the menu. 

“The shrimp and chicken alfredo.” Annabeth replied almost immediately. “The sauce is light and it’s so flavorful.” 

“Uh, no. Their steak is amazing.” Percy argued. “Melts like butter in your mouth.”

Will chuckled at their banter. His eyes flickered to Nico who was still staring at the menu. He knew Nico was trying to figure out the cheapest thing he would eat even though Will told him that he had the money for tonight.

“Get whatever you want.” Will whispered to him. “I promise that it’s fine. I saved up money for this date.”

Nico squirmed a bit, knowing he still was going to get something pretty cheap. It’s why he never like going out for dates. They usually do something inexpensive and cuddle up watching movies. That was the perfect date night. 

Will placed a hand on Nico’s knee, trying to calm him down. His hand didn’t leave his knee until after they ordered.

Will was the one who was keeping a conversation going with Percy and Annabeth. He was smiling and laughing as the conversation kept going. Nico didn’t put in a word. He just listened to the three of them talk. 

“So who is the best golfer between you and Nico?” Annabeth asked. 

“Um, we don’t know. We haven’t been mini golfing before.” Will replied. “So this will be interesting.”

“I’ll give you a hint at who the best mini golfer is between us. Not me.” Percy slightly smiled. 

“You’re pretty good.” Annabeth replied. 

“Pretty bad compared to you.” Percy rolled his eyes. “That’s why I wanted to go with other people.”

Annabeth chuckled and looked at Nico. “Are you a good mini golfer?” 

Nico shrugged. “Don’t know, I never tried before.” 

“Wait, you never mini golfed before? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Will asked. “We could have trained before this date.” 

Nico shrugged again before getting up to use the bathroom. 

Will sighed and sank a bit in his chair. “Nico hates going on dates unless it’s a special occasion. I shouldn’t have told him this was date.”

“Why does he hate dates?” Percy asked.

“Both of us are tight on money. Usually we just watch movies at home or look up at the stars. Real dates take a lot of planning and money which we both don’t normally have.” Will replied.

“I see. So maybe we shouldn’t go mini golfing. We could do something else.” Annabeth told him. “Whatever Nico wants to do.”

“Yeah. But it most likely will be a horror or thriller movie.” Will said. 

“You like horror and thriller movies?” Percy asked. “I never saw you as a guy who would.” 

Will smiled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Jackson.”

Nico walked back over to them. He sat down next to Will and took his hand. His hair was slightly wet from the water he splashed onto his face. Nico felt a lot better after calming himself down from being so anxious. He was going to enjoy the date that Will and his friends planned. 

He looked at his friends that had a concerned look on their face. 

“I’m fine.” Nico replied. “So, how do you play mini golf? Is it like regular golf?” 

“No, it’s slightly different than that.” Will replied, squeezing Nico’s hand. He slightly smiled at his boyfriend before explaining mini golf to him.

Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 Isn’t it good to see a smiling Chris gif again? Ah, it’s good to be back with the sunshine and rainbows. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

“Y/N,” you heard your name over the PA and looked up from your air ticket. “Paging Y/N Y/L/N, please make your way to ‘Gate 43’. This is your final call, 'Delta 1554’ to Atlanta, Georgia will be leaving momentarily. Please make your way to 'Gate 43’ immediately, thank you.”

It was your final call- your final chance to get on the plane to go see Chris and apologize, so why were you still stuck frozen to the plastic seat? You should’ve been jumping up, rushing to the gate so you could go to the love of your life and make things right. But no, you were doing the opposite and you didn’t know why. Well, at least you thought you didn’t. You had the answer to your question, just once again too afraid to admit it. You used excuses instead, convincing yourself it was school and work preventing you from getting on that plane. “You have responsibilities, Y/N,” you’d say to yourself, knowing very well your responsibility to Chris was much more important.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and like the voice from the PA promised, your flight left without you. You stuffed your ticket into your pocket and rose to your feet, enfolding your trench coat around your body as you tied the belt tight around your waist. With your clutch under your arm and your hands in your silk pockets, you made your way to the exit. It was 12:48AM; you’d been sitting at the airport for almost six hours and it was starting to look weird. You thought about going home, but you knew Ava would want to talk to you about the events that had transpired earlier than night; a talk you weren’t ready for. You could’ve gone to your parents’ place, but they were definitely going to question you; the same problem would arise if you went to your older brother’s apartment. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to sit and cry alone. A place you knew you could do that was Chris’ place, so you got into a cab and headed to the last place anyone expected you to go to.

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you and you turned.

You swore you thought you were dreaming when you saw him, you had to pinch yourself because there was no way he’d risk his job to come see your irrational and stupid ass. You pulled your ice cold hands out of your pockets, the air ticket you didn’t use still glued to your right hand. Chris started to make his way over to you with hesitant and careful steps, afraid you were an illusion that would disappear if he got too close. It was insane, the two of you were living out a freaking Hollywood movie. You felt your lips part as words tried to force their way out of your throat; an apology, but you were speechless. All you could do was let him hug you and you hug him in return. A gush of relief flooded your body and you started to cry, grabbing fistfuls of his coat.

“I am so, so sorry,” you both said simultaneously; the hold you had on each other tightening.

You felt him take a deep breath and realized he was breathing you in, reminding himself of the scent he’d been missing for the past two months. He didn’t realize how badly he’d missed you until he had you in his arms; thoughts were even had about quitting his job and retiring so he could be with you. That was how sure he was about you, and how in-love he was with you. You would’ve never let him because not only did you know his career was incredibly important to him, you had faith he was going to be a big Hollywood legend. That was how sure you were about him, and how in-love you were with him. Miscommunication and dishonesty aside, the two of you were perfect for each other.

“I am such a fucking idiot,” you choked out and Chris chuckled with limited humor, disagreeing with you with a shake of his head. “No, I am,” you wanted to pull away to look him in the eyes, but you couldn’t. His arms were so warm and comforting, so full of love and relief; you’d missed those arms. “I should’ve talked to you- I should’ve…” You trailed off because should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I’m sorry, Chris.”

“Hey, stop.” He gently pushed you away by the shoulders and cupped your face in his hands, working his thumbs to brush the tears from your face. It was a mess with your makeup running, but you still looked beautiful to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I said some stupid and hurtful things and- I love you,” he asserted and you smiled. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much,” he emphasized as tears started to well in his eyes.

“I wanted to fly to you,” you told him, showing him the ticket that had crumpled in your hand. He chuckled as he took it from you, examining the date. “I bought the ticket and I sat in the airport, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on the plane. I was too afraid you’d turn me away,” you admitted in sheepish voice when his facials prompted an explanation from you. “I got all dressed up for nothing,” you managed a light laugh and Chris smiled, kissing your forehead. “I figured you’d hate me less if I showed up in your favorite dress.”

“Baby,” he chuckled softly as he hands dropped to your waist, pulling your body flush against yours. “I could never, ever hate you.” One hand caressed your face as he dipped his head, kissing your lips tenderly. Your arms snaked around his lower back and you smiled against his lips; lips you thought you’d never get to kiss again. “You are the love of my life,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“And you are the love of mine,” you whispered back. “I am so sorry, Chris,” you told him again and he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your cheek and hipbone. “I am never, ever going to do anything so fucking stupid again. I’m never going to keep anything from you ever again. I’m going to talk so much, you’re going to want me to sew my mouth shut.” He laughed, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” you chuckled softly.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled with eyes filled with adoration. “The past five days have been utter hell, sweetheart.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I have so much to tell you that- we’re not going to get to do anything naughty before I have to head back to Atlanta.” You laughed and he smiled; he’d missed that too. “And believe me, naughty things are all I want to do right now. You know what this dress does to me,” he winked and you bit back your smile. “Honestly,” he chuckled and pulled you back in for a tight hug, “it’s just good to see your face.”

“Likewise, Captain,” you hugged him tightly too, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “Likewise.”

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Epilogue (I can’t wait for y’all to read the epilogue. I think this epilogue consist of my favorite moment between them so far.)

I’m a damn good stylist, and I know it. I’ve had over 30 years of experience, worked with all kinds of high end clients… My chair should be booked back to back all day, every day! But instead, I’ve been losing clients left and right to Gabriella, the new girl they just brought into the salon.

I get it, she’s cute and young and perky, and it sure as hell doesn’t hurt that she has her goddamn tits out all the time! Prancing around the salon in her “cute” little outfits and her babydoll voice. Ugh, it used to make me sick!

That is…. Until I woke up in her body one morning…

I guess i had made a silly “wish” before bed that I could be Gabriella for just one day, totally ruin her reputation at the salon, get her fired…

But when I woke up in her little apartment, with her big breasts sticking up from my chest, and her soft, deep brown hair caressing the sides of my face… I realized how good it felt to be her… And then I had another thought…

With her cute young body, and my years of experience in the industry… I could really use this body swap to my advantage!

So I got all dressed up in one of her “cutest” outfits, one that really showed off her – or, I mean, MY – huge new tits. I practiced speaking in her high-pitched voice, practiced using her big ol’ smile, and yes, even practiced walking around her apartment just like she did at the salon – Almost walking on her tippy-toes, chest lifted up high… Swaying her hips…

When I got to the salon, nobody knew that I wasn’t really Gabriella! All day long, all of the other stylists and all of her clients have been telling me I that seem to be in even a better mood than usual… If only they knew why!


“Kid!” Tony’s voice echoes through the large living room in Avengers tower. “Stop crying, those pillows are expensive!”

You lift your head up from the couch cushion and sniffle. You know Tony didn’t mean that, that’s just his way of asking you what’s wrong. “Leave her alone, Stark,” Steve’s voice comes in, and you’re super relieved when the captain comes to sit next to you on the couch, laying a hand on your shoulder. “What happened, (y/n)?”

Lifting your hand, you wipe your wet eyes, only for mascara to come away onto your hand. You must look like a mess, but at this moment you don’t care. Steve has always been like a brother to you, and Tony the crazy uncle, so at the moment you feel safe. “It was Jason.”

You’re surprised when Tony practically growls: “What did he do?”

“What did who do?” Rhodey enters in from the kitchen. His eyes widen when he takes in your current state. “(y/n), are you okay?”

You open your mouth to answer when Steve shakes your shoulder. “What did he do?” he asks, much softer than Tony did.

Fresh, hot tears spill out onto your cheeks. “He-he told me tonight we were going on a big date. I got all dressed up for the occasion, and I got to the nice restaurant early. I sat there alone for about a half an hour only to realize he was sitting two tables away with another girl. Kissing her.”

A sob escapes your throat. “That’s a pretty horrible way to break up with someone. At least have some dignity, you know?”

Steve shushes you and pulls you to his chest, letting you sob. Tony’s jaw is set angrily, and he crosses his arms. “Rhodey,” he snaps his fingers and points down the hallway, “with me.”

“Where are you going?” Steve calls after them.

“To take care of some business!” Tony yells back.

“Hey, kid.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Tony kneeling by your bed, still dressed in his Ironman suit. “Tony,” you start, voice quiet from exhaustion, “what are you doing?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “I just came in to check and make sure you’re doing alright.”

You are in fact doing better. After you stopped crying, you fell asleep on Steve, exhausted, and he carried you to bed. You may feel better now, but your heart still aches. “Yeah, I’m doing better.”

“Good.” Tony stands up abruptly, and you squint as the lights from his hands shine in your eyes. “Then you’ll be glad to know Jason now has an Ironman-shaped hole in his apartment, and a couple threats from the Avengers to worry about.”

Your mouth drops open. “You did not.”

“I did.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but laugh. “Tony, you’re so bad! You shouldn’t have done that.”

The man shifts his feet again uncomfortably. “I’d do anything for you, kid.” You’re taken aback by that response, and you feel your eyes widen. Not liking your shock, Tony claps his metal hands together and backs out of the room. “Good night, (y/n). Get some rest.”

Mistah J’s Doll - Joker x Reader Imagine

Request: Sorry to bother you but I think your stories are great and I would like to request a jokerxreader where it’s Halloween and the reader dresses up as a sexy doll just for her mistah J. Again, sorry to bother you.

You guys are never bothering me, with that being said I am so sorry I haven’t posted anything in ages I am back now and will be updating regularly. 


Y/N’s POV 

It was early in the morning when woke I woke up to cold sheets lying next to me, showing me that J had left earlier this morning for his business meeting. I stretched my tired bones out, popped a few joints then slowly wandered out of our bed. Today was halloween one of my favorite holidays and you know damn well I was about to get spooky maybe a little sexy for Mistah J. 

I went threw my morning routine of getting ready, I started with my hair and makeup then moving to my outfit for the day. I found a my long jean jacket, pairing it with my white cropped tee and black jeans. 

Grabbing my keys off the mantle I wandered over to my black Ferrari that J had bought for my birthday last year, smiling at the memory I got in and headed to my favorite halloween shop. 

It was easy for me to go out in public since the press hadn’t figured out who the Joker’s queen was, to everyone on the streets I was a normal citizen of Gotham. Which to me is more terrifying for the people since a criminal was lurking in the store shadows.

I wanted to give Mistah J a treat tonight so I needed to find a sexy little costume to play around in. Moving through the aisles I went to the adult section gazing at all the costumes. 

A small black costume caught my eye it had gold and black jester signs labeled all over the corset of the costume. I picked it off the rack and some small black booty shorts that were next to it. The fish nets across from the costume would fit perfectly with the rest of the ensemble, I payed the cashier with money from my account even though I haven’t worked in months I still have quite the savings account even though Mistah J says I don’t need to pay for anything, but we all know what his method of payment is. 

Shortly after arriving back at the penthouse I played the outfit on the bed and heading to take a shower so I could be all fresh for the rest of the night. Mistah J would be home in a couple hours and I wanted to make sure I was ready for our little spooky night. 

J had planned to go out on a murder spree tonight in order to wreck havoc on his favorite holiday but I had convinced him otherwise. I styled my hair in beauty waves with a bit of definition and I did my makeup in a doll look that had a sexy touch to it. 

J would be home in a half hour so I slid into the tight costume that should my mid drift and quite a bit of my butt, it was more of lingerie then a costume at this point but I knew that J wouldn’t mind at all. I slid into the black heels that sat at the bottom the bed and whipped around to look at myself in the mirror. 

Damn did I look good, J will be ecstatic to see me in this. 

Downstairs I heard the door open and the sound of J’s voice echoed throughout  the penthouse calling out for me. Strutting down the hallway to the balcony that overlooks the living room where J was standing I mischievously giggled catching his attention.

“My my doll don’t we look ravishing.” J spoke with a low growl that always seems to get me a little worked up.

“I got all dressed up just for you, J.” The words flowed out of my mouth as if they were made of silk. 

“Now why are you just standing there doll come give me a kiss.” He speaks slowly after stretching out his arms signaling for me to come to him. 

Gliding down the stairs moving my hips ever so slightly to tease him, I couldn’t help but get excited for what was coming. 

A low growl escaped his clenched teeth as a strutted towards him embracing myself in his strong arms and catching his lips with mine. J had pulled away after a short kiss and spun me around checking out my entire outfit. 

“You did this all for me doll?” J asked with a sly grin slowly spreading across his pale face. 

“Yes Mistah J.” 

J looked as if he was pondering for a second before demanding that all the henchmen leave the main area of the penthouse. His grin growing larger. 

“Now doll, lets enjoy our halloween shall we?” 


Im so sorry this was so dreadfully awful I will be posting more better quality imagines!

Requests are still open so let me know what you guys want! 


BRAD - One Last Question

You pushed the door open to your little apartment and you let your friend in as you pulled off your heels. You laid them on the ground next to the door and you sat down on the couch next to your friend and relaxed a little.She looked over at you and grinned.

“Oh you liked him” she said. You looked at her puzzled. She wasn’t even looking at you, she was just staring at the roof smiling.


“You know what I mean…”

“Nope, no idea.”

“Brad silly” she said, this time she did look at you.

“Pfff. Yeah right. He was a complete jerk”

“But you liked it. I know you did.

“No, I didn’t. Quit messing with me, I went with you to hang out with your crazy friends today, so please, leave me alone”

“Whatever, you like him” she said to herself but she still heard. You rolled your eyes. She grinned.

You had met her friends before tonight, Brad too. You had never liked each other though. You didn’t understand why she thought anything else this time.

Oh whatever, you would never. Never.

“Y/N?” She said. She was laying on the couch now with a wet cloth over her forehead.


“How do you feel about blind dates?”

“It’s just- I met this guy, not for me of course, but I feel like he would be perfect for you…”

“Ehhh, I guess you have good taste in guys” You said smiling.

“So is that a yes?”

“I guess, but he better be good”

“Definetly. You’ll love him”

“Does this seem appropriate?” You said as you adjusted your dress.

“Umm, I mean, you look amazing but… maybe put on a jacket or something over because it’s a bit-”

“Too exposed?”

“Not really, just put on jacket over top, you’ll be fine” Your friend reassured. You stared at the mirror a little running your hand over your dress. Once you were happy with the way you looked, you head out to your car. You said goodbye to your friend. She grinned at you and wished you good luck in tone that sounded a bit sarcastic.

You got in your car and rushed to the restaurant. You were late.

when you finally got to the restaurant, you looked for a table where he might be.

Then you saw him.

“Oh my god” you rolled your eyes. You walked over to the table and sat down in the chair. You didn’t say hello. You leaned on the back of the chair and you crossed your arms. He looked surprised.

“Oh, now this is what I call a cruel joke” Brad said. You rolled your eyes again, you had a feeling you’d be doing that a lot throughout the night.

“I’m gonna kill her. Now I have to look at you for the rest of the night” you complained. He chuckled.

He took a sipp of his water and then the waiter came by. He handed you the menu.

“Is there anything you need?”

“Just a water thanks” you said. The waiter nodded and left.

“Oh, so you’re staying after all…” Brad said smirking.

“Well I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing”

“Aha, sure” he smiled.


“You want to stay”

“Ha! Keep dreaming boy” you smiled this time. The waiter came with the water. “Thank you” you said and took your water. He stared at you with a grin. It made you uncomfortable.

“Out of all the people… It just had to be you”. You didn’t know exactly what he meant. It was probably about the date set up. But the way he said it was a bit weird.

“Fine. If you hate me that much, I’ll leave.” you said and waved to the waiter signaling for the check. You pulled some money out of your purse to pay for the water.

“No, no you don’t have to pay” he admitted.

“It’s just some water I’m not letting you pay.”

“Fine, then have more than just water”


“I never said I wanted you to leave, I got all dressed up too”

“Alright. Since you’ll miss me so much, I’ll stay.” You decided. “But I’m not letting you pay”

“Even though it’s you, I still am a gentleman. I pay”


“Fine, then let’s play a game to make this date less miserable.” he grinned.You cupped your hands around your face and leaned on the table paying attention.

“Loser pays for dinner. We ask each other stuff and have normal conversations. But, we can’t answer anything with yes or no.”

“Okay” you agreed. The waiter came by.

“Did you need something?”

“Ye-” You looked at Brad. “I wanted to order actually”

“Almost lost the game” Brad cut in.

“Oh, I’m gonna win. Prepare your wallet, I’m ordering expensive.”

“Same here”

The waiter laughed discretely. But you both noticed. You ordered your food and continued to try and trick each other into saying yes or no. Neither of you lost.

It had already been a few hours.Once you really got to know  him, he wasn’t that bd, you were actually worried you would catch some feelings. No. Just focus on the game. Don’t lose.

You took of your jacket exposing your bare shoulders. Your friend had told you to wear a jacket for a reason. Brad’s eyes widened, but he tried to hide it. You tried to hide your grin.
“Trying to distract me with your looks, huh? Cheater” he said and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt leaving part of his chest out for everyone to see. You blushed and tried to look away.

“Where you really that disappointed when you saw I was your date?” he asked. You thought carefully about your answer, avoiding the words yes or no.

“I guess I was just expecting something else… I mean, everyone knows we’re not too fond of eachother”

“I think you just assume too much of me, I mean yeah, sometimes I can be a jerk, but if you really get to know me, I’m more that I appear.”

“I’ve noticed”

He smiled at you.

You actually were having a good time, though you refused to admit it. You were a bit worried you would lose, because even though the food was amazing, it was really expensive. Brad was staring at you with a grin, making you uncomfortable once again.

“I really thought one of us would have lost by now, anyways, I’m full” He said as he leaned back in his chair and he waved to the waiter to come.

The waiter came by and looked at Brad.

“Um, check please, you don’t want anything else do you?” He said to you.

“No, thanks”

He gave an evil smile.

“What?” you said confused.

“I win”

“What?” you gasped.

“I hate you!” you said once you realized you had answered with ‘No’.

“Ha! Check please.” The waiter nodded and left. You crossed your arms and leaned back into your chair. The waiter came and handed you the bill.

”Let me see” Brad said.

“Wow. Ok. Like I said earlier, even though it’s you, I’m still a gentleman. Let’s split the bill because I don’t even have this much money on me right now.”

“Thanks” you said relieved.

Once you both got out of there he walked you to your car.

“So, now that we’re done, can I ask you one last question?” Brad said.


“Do you like me?” he asked. You blushed.

“Can I answer with yes or no?”

“I would rather you answered with yes”

“Then yes”

“Good” he said and he put his hand behind your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

You walked in and closed the door to you apartment. You leaned on the door and smiled. Your friend was sitting on he couch. She looked over at you and saw you smiling.

“I knew it”