in defense of some fans, id like to say us wanting lance to confide in shiro is far more than simply wanting keith and lance to end up together. its about wanting a bi man of color to find comfort and a sense of community among a gay man of color. having an older man whos long since figured himself out, that lance sees as his hero tell him hes not alone and that he can relate to how he feels would mean so much to so many people. the lgbt community is a family and any kind of solidarity i can get ill happily take with open arms.
Hi! Can you write one where Peter and the reader are in a secret
relationship, and The Avengers have no idea. The Avengers have to go on
a mission in Paris and so they take Tony’s private jet there. While
riding there, Peter writes cheesy lovey dovey stuff about the reader on a
paper airplane during the flight with the intention of flying it
towards the reader. Unfortunately, Peter throws it too hard and it ends
up landing on the lap of a napping Steve. They attempt to retrieve it
& fails! Thx!!
“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.”
“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat.
“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.
Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”
“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”
Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”
“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only.
It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.
Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened.
“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.
Books. Password denied.
Avengers. Password denied.
One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.
“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.
Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.
It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for.
You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his.
“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.
“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.
“Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.
You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”
Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.
Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.
He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.
You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.
His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.
“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.
Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.
“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.
“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.
“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.
He’s taller than I thought he’d be.
“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished.
Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.
Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.
You nodded. “Found our name and address?”
“Came here, let yourself in.”
“Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”
I sound like a freakin’ psycho.
Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.
“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug.
Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.
You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner.
He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.
“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions.
He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”
Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.”
“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.
Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you.
Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.
“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.
You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.
“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away.
Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.
“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.
He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.
Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.
He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”
Your bodies were moving in sync, the same with your lips. Peter’s lips were softer than ever. His hands wrap around your waist and he falls onto the bed with you underneath him. You two continued to kiss, the more you kissed, the more heated it got. Peter climbed off of you for a few seconds and removed his shirt.
You bit your lip and scanned him up and down. Peter pulls down his pants, making you giggle. He was now shirtless and in his boxers.
‘’Enough stripping Parker. I want more kisses.’’ you whimper, putting your arms out for him.
Peter smiles and falls back onto you, he starts to lean in, but before he laid his lips upon yours, a knock came to your door.
‘‘Y/N? Are you in there?’‘ you heard that it tony.
Peter gasps in surprise and rolls off of you onto the ground. He climbs to his feet quickly, going into full panic mode. Peter grabbed his jeans and hopped into them. He pulled them on and started to hop up and down, trying to get into them. When he fully got into them, he started looking around frantically, he couldn’t find his shirt!
His shirt was next to you. You grabbed it and tossed it to him, he caught it and slid it onto his body.
‘‘Y/N! Are you in there?’‘ tony asked, his voice raising.
‘‘Get out!!’’ you whisper, shoving him from the back.
Peter stopped you from pushing him and grabbed your wrists. Before you could scream at him, he clashed his lips against yours. The kiss he gave you felt different, it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt. As he pulled away, you could hear the doorknob jiggling. Peter says goodbye and dashes towards your window. He opens it and climbs out of it, even though it was a long drop, he was fine.
‘‘Y/N! Why is the door locked?!’‘ tony screams impatiently.
You rush over to the door and unlock it, you open it a little bit, and pop your head out.
‘‘Tony! I was getting dressed! Can’t you give me some privacy?’’ you say.
‘‘Oh.. I um-’‘ tony fell into sudden embarrassment.
‘’I’m sorry Y/N.’‘
‘‘It’s okay Stark. Just never do it again?’‘
‘‘I would never want to see you naked. But I don’t know about Peter.’‘ tony whispers.
‘‘Yeah, he talks nonstop about you. Ugh, sometimes I wish that you would just tell him how you felt. And you two could be together, y’know?’‘ tony asks.
‘‘Well.. What does he say about me?’‘ you smirk, leaning against the door.
‘‘Don’t even get me started.’‘ tony smiles.
You invite Tony inside your room and you spent a whole hour with him. And all the stories that Peter told Tony about you. And the stories you got told made you fall for Peter even more. And even though Tony didn’t know you two were together, it seemed that he wanted you two together. Which you were.
This is my favorite thing I’ve ever written this is exactly what I imagine best friend!luke would be like i’m crying. this is a fucking novel because i got super carried away. btw based off this request. hope you enjoy it :)
Word count: 7935 (wowzers)
“Well, what do you think?” He asked after closing the top of the red nail polish. My eyes darted up from my book to his outstretched hands, a small smile tugging at my lips. He began to smile when he saw my own, pulling his hands to his face to get a closer look. “You don’t think anyone will think I’m too weird? Do you really like it or are you lying?” His blue eyes shifted from his nails to my face, uncertainty lacing his tone. “Who cares, they’re awesome, Luke.” I grabbed his hand in mine, being gentle to not mess up the polish. The color really suited him and I couldn’t help but notice how much hotter he looked. “You’re right, I like it, you like it, that’s all that matters.” A wide grin took over his features as he admired his nails. He’d done a pretty decent job. The polish was even and not smudged, maybe he could do my manicure some time.
As he blew on his nails to get them to dry, I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth. I could’ve never pictured my best friend of 8 years blowing nail polish dry on his own hands. He used to be so shy, never wanting to do too much that would make him stick out. But now, the fully grown man laid on my bed with long curly hair and red nail polish, was full of confidence. “Don’t blow too hard, you’ll move the polish around.” I warned, returning my gaze back to my book. “That’s what she said.” He smirked, waving his hand around in the air.
I rolled my eyes at him, returning my full focus to the book I had in my hand. I was trying to get into to it, and I was getting pretty far with Luke occupied with his hands. But now his hands were dry and he was becoming bored without my attention. He was rummaging through my drawers, pulling out shirts he claimed were his. They were, but there was no way he was ever getting them back. It was when he started rummaging through my underwear drawer that he became a real nuisance. “Woah, Y/N!” He exclaimed pulling out a particular pair of red lacy underwear. My face heated up at his find. Throwing my book beside me, I leaped form the bed to grab the garment from his hands. “Who the hell are you wearing this for?!” He moved his arms up to a place where no human of normal height could ever reach. I tugged at his arms to bring it towards me but he wouldn’t budge. “That kid Kyle sure is getting one hell of a sight.” He joked, pulling the garment up higher. I beat my fists against his chest, my face almost as red as the underwear. “Would you stop, you prick!” I shouted, jumping and hopping to get back my panties. Luke laughed and made obnoxious kissy faces at me, only making me more embarrassed.
The underwear weren’t for anyone, I had gotten them during a sale. I thought they were cute and they actually looked really good on. I felt confident in them but I never actually wore them for anyone. “You know Kyle and I aren’t like that.” I huffed, sitting back on my bed. “You literally slept with him, Y/N.” He doesn’t look at me as he says this, his hands rummaging still through my drawers. I roll my eyes dramatically. It was one drunken night and Luke knows this, he’d just never let me live it down. “Can you not do that?” I mutter, referencing to talking about Kyle and going through my things. He shuts the drawer with a sigh and comes back to lay down on the bed. I watch as he looks at his nails a couple of times, feeling the polish under the pad of his thumb. “They look really good.” I whisper and he looks at me over his shoulder. He gives me a bright smile and rolls onto his stomach. His head rests in my lap and I stroke through his blonde curls. As annoying as he was, I was completely in love with him and he couldn’t even tell.
His blue eyes close and his features relax and after a while if I hadn’t know better, I would’ve thought he fell asleep. I pick up my book again, careful not to drop it on Luke’s face and I begin to read, slipping further and further away from reality with each line. When Luke adjusts his body so his face is pressed to my stomach, I think nothing of it. I slightly reposition myself to be more comfortable and continue to read, my fingers still tangled in his hair. He hums at the feeling, the stubble on his chin scratching some of the skin exposed below my shirt. His lips follow against the skin and I hum in response, my stomach erupting in butterflies. It wasn’t unusual for Luke and I to be close or share platonic kisses on each other’s skin. But lately, everything that we usually did just felt a little bit more romantic to me. The feelings were driving me insane and I wished I could just turn them off. My hand rubs over his cheek and then to his stubbly chin. He groans, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled gently at him, he was falling asleep but trying to fight it. My touches were relaxing him, enticing him to succumb but I could tell that he didn’t want to. “Are you tired?” I hum, setting my book on the nightstand. He shakes his head, his tired eyes opening. “Yes you are, you can sleep if you want.” I say and he frowns, turning his head to look at me.
“No, I’m awake.” His sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. I admire his broad shoulders, fighting the overwhelming desire to just run my hands across them. He lifts his arms in a stretch when he gets off the bed and I take notice in his shirt lifting, revealing his hairy abdomen. I seriously feel as if I’m going to explode so I divert my eyes for my own sanity. “C’mere.” He says at the foot of my bed. I cock my eyebrow at him, confused as to why I should get up. He doesn’t answer, rather pulling me down the bed by my feet. I scream in fright, a laugh following quickly after as he begins to tickle me. He’s stood in between my legs and has me pinned under his feverish fingers, showing no mercy. He brings his face down to my thrashing body, laying in the crook of my neck where he seems to fit so perfectly. I wrap my arms around his neck when his tickling ceases, holding him close to me. “You’re so tired.” I remark with a chuckle. “No m’not.” His words are slurred against my neck and he moves onto the bed now, pulling me into a cuddle. His painted fingers pull me closer by my hips so our chest are touching and his face returns to my neck. “You’re such a huge baby.” I groan, pushing him off me although I’d much rather stay. He groans and makes his grip tighter, wrapping a leg around my own so I’m held prisoner. He was so cute and clingy when he was tired, I didn’t mind being the person he clung to. I kissed softly at the side of his head and ran my fingers through his soft hair.
“Do you want to go out later?” He asks groggily, still not moving from my shoulder. My fingers trail lightly over his shoulders and he hums at the feeling, placing a slow kiss to my neck. I fight the small sounds that threaten to leave my mouth by biting my lip, trying to keep my breath steady. “Where?” I question, my voice shaky. “Calum’s throwing a party.” He pulls away to look into my eyes, leaning his head against a pillow. I shrug in response. What else was I gonna do on a Friday night? Luke smiles lopsidedly at me and presses his lips to my forehead. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact, reopening to see his blue eyes shining. “Now nap with me.” He mumbles and scoots down to lay his head on my chest. I laugh, my chest jostling his head around. “I knew you were tired.” I smile softly. “Shut up.” He mumbles, pinching at my sides.
“Can I crash here tonight, after the party and all?” Luke asks, fluffing his hair in the mirror. We’d woken up about an hour ago, with much difficulty of course. Luke didn’t want to get up which made me not want to get up, but then he decided it was time for us to both get up and I hadn’t even wanted to go to the party anymore. So then of course we argued, which turned into more cuddling because Luke hated to argue, and because he was so sweet I decided I’d go with him to the stupid party. We were getting dressed now, Luke was rummaging through ‘his’ section of my closet for something to wear. I was also rummaging, trying to decide what look I was going for. We were both currently dressed in robes like an old married couple.
“Are you gonna get hammered tonight? You know how I feel about too drunk Luke.” I pouted, but he couldn’t see because my back was to him. ‘Too drunk Luke’ was overly obnoxious and didn’t listen to anyone. Not to mention he was a total slut and flirted with anything with legs. He laughs from behind me and I roll my eyes. “No, babe. I promise, I just don’t feel like finding a way back to my own house. And you always take care of me when I’m hungover.” He chides and a wide grin spreads across my face. I continue to looking through my clothes with a small smirk on my lips. “Fine.” I say, still not able to wipe the stupid grin off my face. And I can’t explain it, but I know he’s smiling too.
I decide on black skinnies and a top, looking over to see I’m practically matching Luke. I shouldn’t have been surprised, if anything I had copied his style. He looks over at me and gestures to my outfit with a smile. “What are you trying to be me, Y/N?” I roll my eyes at him and continue with my makeup. “I know they say mockery is flattery, but damn.” He chuckles. He stands behind me and I gaze at him through the mirror. He looked incredibly handsome in his black jeans and t-shirt, paired off with black boots in such a ‘Luke’ way. I sighed wishing he were mine, and we were getting ready as a couple and not as best friends. “Shut up, Luke.” I mumbled, rifling through my bag for my favorite lipstick. I lean towards my mirror after finding it and swiped it on. I ignore Luke’s watchful eyes as I apply it, he has always had a bit of a staring problem.
“What ya think?” I ask, giving him a final spin after tugging on some shoes. He looks me over, pulling his lip into his mouth which does weird things to my stomach. “You look, uh, you look good.” He stammers, a sloppy grin that I love spreading over his face. I smile widely at his compliment, my cheeks heating up a bit. I reach up on my toes to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and his hand finds it way to the small of my back, tugging me closer to him. I fall into his chest and he brings his face down closer to mine, placing a kiss on my cheek as well. “Don’t get too drunk tonight.” He warns, but all I can focus on is the smell of his cologne and how his t-shirt made his arms look so good. “Also, no guys please. I don’t want to have to help you find your underwear again.” He taunts and I gasp, slapping at his chest in horror. “You’re so horrible!” I yell, trying to pry away from his hold. I wasn’t mad, being quite used to his crude comments. He chuckles, his lips tugging up at the corners. He doesn’t let me go, rather pulling me closer into his tight embrace. “I’m kidding, but I’m serious about the guys.” His face is stern and I roll my eyes at him for the thousandth time today. “Same for you, no girls… or guys.” He laughs loudly at my insinuation, knowing just how flirty he could be when he was drunk. His painted hand moves to my chin and he turns my head to the side before placing a tender kiss to my skin. “I promise.” He hums and nibbles at my jaw. I giggle pulling away from his tickling stubble. “Are you ready to go?” I smile and he nods, smiling back at me.
The music is loud when we arrive at Calum’s. Cars were lined up and down the streets and I found myself thankful that we called a taxi. I felt excited as we walked up the lawn, passing already drunk, stumbling people. I hadn’t been out in a while and I was ready to let loose for a bit. I was also grateful that I was meeting a couple of my girlfriends here, I didn’t want to spend the night chasing after Luke. As we entered the door I grabbed Luke’s hand, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. He intertwines our fingers and I immediately feel at ease, following behind him through the crowd. When we reach the kitchen I text my friends to let them know where I am whilst sipping through the straw of the cup full of cherry vodka I brought. I was never a fan of the beer and mixed liquor punch supplied at parties so I always brought my own. Luke reaches over to grab a beer for himself, walking back towards me.
“Meet back here at 1, if either of us are hammered we’re going home.” He says against the shell of my ear. I nod in agreement, turning when I hear my name being called. A small squeal leaves my mouth when I see my two of closest friends, Brittney and Aurora. I pull them into a tight hug, realizing it had been far too long since I’ve seen them last. I’m all too aware of Luke’s grip still on my waist as we chat and I wonder why he hasn’t left yet. I follow Aurora’s wandering eyes to my hips and she gives me a knowing smile. I try to hide my flushing cheeks by sipping out of my drink. Luke’s hand is gone at the sound of his name being called in a different direction. It’s Calum and a few of his other friends beckoning him over and I don’t hesitate to let him leave. “Remember what we talked about please. Have fun.” I push his face away from mine with a smile and he laughs, leaving after placing a soft kiss to my cheek. My eyes are closed and I feel empty as his body moves farther and farther away from my own.
“Y/N, please just tell him already. He obviously is in love with you also.” Brittany sighs, gesturing her cup to Luke’s shadow. I shush her, not wanting to discuss the details of mine and Luke’s relationship. We were just close. Of course, I wanted something more but I know that Luke sees me as nothing other than his best friend. We leave the kitchen and head towards the living room, which has become the dance floor. We don’t hesitate to start swaying our hips to the beat of the music. I can feel the buzz of the cherry vodka running through my veins, becoming increasingly prominent as I drink more of the liquid. I bask in the feeling of the alcohol, it makes me more confident as I dance. My hand that isn’t holding my drink moves to my hair and I close my eyes as my feet move me in whatever direction they please.
The sounds of my friends around me laughing and singing along to the music makes me feel relaxed. I don’t even notice the smile wide on my face as I dance. The floor is crowded with people, singles and couples alike. The style of dancing is the same, mostly grinding and swaying to the beat of the music. I found myself subconsciously watching the couples, wishing I had Luke to dance with. We’d never danced like that before, but I could just imagine his hands on my hips, his one leg pushed in between mine, and our chests pressed together. I close my eyes and imagine our faces close together, his nose brushing against mine and his hair tickling at my cheeks. In my head he whispers sweet words into my ear. Words that make my insides tingle and panties wet.
I’m pulled from my fantasy when I feel hands at my hips. I turn my head swiftly to see Kyle’s smiling face. I feel confused as to why he’s dancing with me, I shoot a nervous glance at Brittany. Kyle doesn’t seem to notice my apprehension as he bring his face closer to mine. “You look good, Y/N!” He shouts over the music. I smile politely at him. I don’t feel anything for him like I used to. Whenever I was around him in the past I felt like I just had to have him. But when I got him it wasn’t like how I imagined it be. It wasn’t completely awful, but at the end I faked an orgasm just so he could stop touching me. We’d been cordial ever since, conversations were light and never lasted long. We weren’t what I would consider friends, and for him to be here with his hands on my hips made me a bit wary. He begins to move behind me, enticing me to dance and I follow along, not quite sure what else to do. He wasn’t doing anything too alarming so I felt that I could just dance one dance get it over with.
But one dance turned to two then three, and before I knew it he was pulling me closer to his chest and whispering in my ear. His words made my skin crawl and I looked towards my friends for help, but they were too busy with their own partners to realize. I pushed away from Kyle gently, not wanting to reveal how disgusted I truly was. “I don’t think that’s a good idea!” I say, loud enough that he’ll hear me through the distance I put between us. He frowns and tries to move closer but I take a step back away, shaking my head. He shrugs his shoulders at the lost battle and thankfully walks away without another word. I check my phone for the time and curse to myself when I realize I was supposed to meet Luke back in the kitchen over ten minutes ago.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I finally reach the kitchen to see Luke leaning against the counter, his hair disheveled and his clothes wrinkled. I cock and eyebrow at him as I reach him and he frowns. “I’ve been waiting for you!” His voice raises in a tone I can only recognize as annoyance. “I’m sorry! It was Kyle he - “ I stammer but Luke cuts me off with a raised hand and the words drop from my tongue as if they were never there. “I thought we agreed no guys! Come on, Y/N that’s all I asked!” He seems to be even more annoyed now. He raises his hand to his hair and roughly pushes through it. “Says you! Look at you, seems like someone’s been holding your attention tonight!” I bite back, not even feeling it necessary to tell the truth about Kyle. If he wanted to accuse, so could I. I gesture to his appearance for emphasis and he rolls his eyes. “Let’s go home.” He says sternly, grabbing my wrist despite my reluctance. I wasn’t in the mood to argue with him, I’d much rather be partying with my friends. I pull back from him, but he doesn’t let me go. “Luke I’ll find a way home, you go, take my key.” I reach for my key in my bag but he stops me. “You’re coming home, I’m not leaving you here.” I can tell he’s mad, but I know there’s no use in trying to get him to leave without me. I sigh, deciding to just give in. I follow him out the door into the cool nights air. My sweaty skin relaxed at the fresh feeling.
I don’t even bother to talk to Luke in the taxi. I sip at the rest of my cherry vodka, letting him be mad for no reason at all. A part of me wanted to know why he’d looked so roughed up. My brain wondered if he’d been playing too rough with his friends, or if I was right and some girl had been keeping his mind busy. My pessimistic equal chose the latter and I grew jealous, my head conjuring up images of a girl touching him in ways that I couldn’t. I unlock my front door, pushing the green monster aside. Luke follows me into my room and disappears at once into my closet. I roll my eyes at the grumpy boy and set my things down on my dresser. I take off my makeup and brush out my hair before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. By the time I’m done Luke is curled in my bed with his back to the middle. I roll my eyes again and head to my closet to discard of my alcohol smelling clothes.
“Can we talk about this?” I drunkenly ask as I get into bed. Entirely sober me would’ve let him go to sleep mad, knowing he’d never stay mad for long. “I didn’t do anything with Kyle. We danced, he asked me to fuck and I said no.” I continue when he doesn’t answer. I sigh at the lack of response a second time and rest my head against my pillows. I don’t even bother to touch him, instead I stay on my side of the bed and try to sleep. This isn’t what I’d imagined tonight to be like. I thought I’d be getting my giggly, cuddly, flirty drunk Luke but apparently not. I pout at the ceiling for a while, sleep not something that was going to happen for me. With a groan my hands are at his back and pulling at his t-shirt to get him to turn towards me. He doesn’t hesitate and turns his body, his gorgeous eyes searching for my own. My drunken arms wrap around his neck as he buries his face into the crook of my shoulder. “I didn’t talk to any girls, I was just roughing around with the boys.” He says and my stomach settles. I shush him and hold him closer to me. He hums in appreciation, his plump, beer-stained lips placing a kiss to my shoulder.
His hands squeeze at my hips and I let out a sound that I’ve never heard before. He moves his touch from my hips to my exposed thigh, all the while keeping his lips going along my shoulder. My breathing is rapid and my alcohol induced brain does nothing to stop him. My fingers lazily tangle in his hair and my throat makes noises I’d usually stop. Luke doesn’t seem to mind, the intensity of his kisses picks up, traveling to my jaw. “Luke.” I hum and and groans in response. My brain feels fuzzy and confused and I’m aware that I should be stopping him and asking him where all this was coming from. But in this moment, I’d much rather enjoy it and make sense of it later. He’s rolling over me suddenly, fitting perfectly in between my legs. He kisses down my jaw to my neck feverishly, his chest colliding with my own. “Luke.” I say again, pushing at his broad shoulders. He groans again and wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to my side.
“How drunk are you?” I breathe, the words tasting like stale vodka. My heart was in my throat. All of this felt wrong. I wanted it, so bad, but not this way. Not when we were both drunk and horny. “Only had two beers. Spent most of the time looking after Ashton.” He pulls his face away from my neck to find my eyes. I can barely make out his features in the dark, but I know his blue eyes are shining up at me. “How drunk are you?” He asks me and I can feel my face heating up though he can’t see. “Drunk. Not hammered, just drunk.” I admit, my fingers finding their way to his hair again. I was coherent and knew what was going on, I just felt good and when my eyes closed the world spun. Luke doesn’t seem too pleased with my answer he groans in disbelief. “Y/N,” He breathes and I hum at the sound of my name falling so solemnly from his mouth. His hand wanders under the t-shirt i’m wearing that belongs to him, my skin warming to his gentle touch. “I’m fine.” I mutter, not understanding why any of it mattered. I promised that I wouldn’t get hammered, not that I wouldn’t drink at all. My cup of the mixed drink was still more than halfway full and sitting on my dresser.
“Are you tired?” He whispers, brushing his fingers along my jaw. “No.” I respond. The mixture of alcohol and his touch was keeping me wide awake and wanting to see what he’d do next. “Good, me either.” He slides up so we’re face to face now and he reaches behind him to turn on the bedside light. My eyes adjust to the new lighting and I smile when he turns back to me. “You’ve gotta stop stealing my clothes.” He chuckles, shaking his head. My smile grows wider and he tugs the t-shirt to bring me impossibly closer to him. My hand finds its way to his face, brushing back his curly locks and caressing at his stubble. His eyes close and he falls into my touch, complete relaxation washing over his features. His soft lips press at my palm and a small noise leaves my throat. “I love when you do that.” He smiles his eyes still closed. “What?” I ask, my voice moving up a pitch. He chuckles and moves his face to kiss my forehead. “Those little noises.” He sucks on my jaw, and as if to prove to his point a low moan emits from my throat. “Like that.” He mumbles against my skin and I giggle a bit and the stubble tickling my skin. I’m falling deeper and deeper for him and I do absolutely nothing to stop it. My hazy, masochistic mind enjoys every moment of it.
He bites at my chin and I’m a fit of laughs. His hands squeeze tighter at my hips and his smiling lips press to my cheek in a cuddle. My fingers tangle in his curls when he begins to kiss around my face. My breathing slows when he kisses behind my ear, my mouth hanging open and a pitchy whimper comes out. My buzzed hands grip tighter to his hair and I can hear him chuckling. “You’re so adorable.” And he was so irritating. I groan and push his face away from mine. He laughs at my frustration which makes me even more annoyed. “Oh, Y/N come on!” He laughs, pulling me back to him. “You like it. And I like that you like it.” He hums against my neck, sucking at the flesh there. He was wrong, I didn’t like it. I loved it, and I wanted him to love me.
His lips on my skin are nothing short of heavenly and I don’t fight the moans at the back of my throat as he continues, sucking and kissing. The more he continues the more I feel the alcohol fueling me to continue and to initiate something else. And if I had just one more gulp, I’m sure I could. I tighten my grip on his hair, just to have my fun, and he groans. The sound was throaty and I wanted to hear more of it. I run my hand across the expanse of his shoulders and chest before returning back to his hair, holding him close to me as he nipped more harshly now. This was far from innocent anymore and I had no plans to stop him if he wanted to escalate it even further. I let his name tumble from my lips in small pleas and his hands claw at my thighs, pulling himself in between them. Ultimately, my leg is slung over his hip and his hand holds it there as he continues to nip along my jaw. When his lips find my face again, I take the liberty to delve into his neck, sucking at his skin there. “Oh my god.” He breathes and I smile against his neck, pulling away from him.
I smile smugly at him, having got him just where I wanted him. His lips tug up in a smirk in recognition. “You’re so cruel.” He frowns which ends in a smile and I can’t fight the smile on my face as well. Our smiles turn into laughter and soon Luke’s face is pushed into my neck again. “You play around too much.” I sigh, pushing his shoulders away. Like a magnet he comes back, his grip squeezing tighter. “Who says I’m playing?” He chuckles, finding his way back to the sensitive skin on my chin. I pull back in confusion my eyebrows arched at his shining eyes. “What?” He chuckles. “Com’ere.” He leans forward but I lean away. I need to know what he’s talking about. “Luke. No more of this.” I’m pushing him off with no luck. His lips are my drug of choice, pulling me back into his addicting touch. “How about..” He starts, talking in between pecks. “…We continue.” He hums into my neck. “Mm, no.” I breathe a huge lie. I want to continue, so desperately, but enough was enough.
This was always it with him. The touching, the kissing. Every time he’d go a little farther, pushing me to see when I would stop him. But I couldn’t do it any longer. I wanted him to touch and kiss me because he loved me, not because he knew that he could. “Y/N.” He whines and I almost give into the pouting boy. “No, Luke.” I say, my breath hitching at the feel of his hands wandering under my shirt. My body was betraying me, telling him how desperately I wanted him. “I think you want me to. I think you love when I kiss you like this.” He mumbles against my collarbones. I can do nothing else but moan in response, my brain not getting the chance to articulate my need to know. “I think you love when I touch you like this.” His hands grip at my thighs, pulling one leg over his hip. I’m practically purring into his ear as his hand travels of the expanse of my thigh. “And I think you like it because you see me as more than your best friend.” His eyes meet mine and I freeze. He’s moving back up and I’m completely frozen, not knowing what to do or say. Luke has a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So adorable.” He murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. My heart all but stops when I feel his cool lips on my own, gauging my reaction. A quiet whimper leaves my throat. “I know…about it all.” He mumbles against my lips and still I’m speechless. I kiss him back eagerly, not wanting to let this get away. My movements are hungry and he grabs me tighter as I hold onto his face.
“You should know,” He pulls away only to come back once more. “I feel the same.” His lips travel back to my jaw and my lips tug up in a smile. “Oh yeah?” I question, my lip tucked in between my teeth. I scratch lightly at his scalp and he moves lips back to my face, kissing at my lifted cheeks. “Yes.” His smile is wide as our noses bump. I pull his face down closer to mine by his neck, connecting our lips. I can’t fight the giddy laughs that fall from my lips as I kiss him. He rolls over so his chest is pressed against mine, his hands caressing at my thighs. “You’re my best friend, but I want more.” He mutters. His touch is lighting me on fire and I’m finding it difficult to comprehend it all. I couldn’t believe that something was actually working out for me for once. “Are you kidding? This isn’t some kind of sick joke right?” I hesitantly ask. My words were rushed and frantic and my heart all but crumbles when he begins to laugh. I push him off of me angrily, but he’s pulling me back to his chest in an instant.
“Baby,” He grins, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I stopped trying to get away from him then. He was serious. He wanted this. He wanted me. “Does this feel like I’m joking?” He grunts into my ear. A gasp leaves my mouth at the feel of his cock outlined in his sweats being pressed against my ass. My eyes fall shut, my mouth open, completely ready for whatever Luke wanted to do to me. His name comes out in a whimper and he’s humming into my shoulder. “How I feel about you isn’t a joke, Y/N.” His manicured hands travels under my shirt and rests on my stomach as he holds me to him. My mind is frayed and I want to say so many things to him, but nothing comes to mind. All I could think about was how I wanted him to touch me. His lips nip at the back of my neck, there are no words left to say. I’m crumbling under his touch.
“Baby.” He calls me and my body weakens. “Yes?” I smile, the pet name warming my insides like a teenager. “I love you.” He smiles, pulling at my chin so he can see my face. I turn in his arms, palms to his chest. “I love you.” A sloppy grin spreads wildly across my face and he leans down, a toothy kiss pressed to my lips. My hands clutch at his shirt as I kiss him deeply, our noses brushing and lips smiling. A sneaky hand pats at my ass, squeezing cheekily. “Is that what you want?” I smile at him, resting my chin on his chest. A quiet chuckle falls from his lips and his hand tangles in my hair. “Yes, it’s 4 o'clock in the morning and all I can think about is burying myself deep in inside you, and murmuring how much I love you into your ear.” He pulls on my roots to tilt my chin back. His lean down to press a kiss to my lips and a chill runs down my spine.
I turn back around in his arms and he moves to his side, cradling me to his chest. He nibbles at my ear whispering sweet nothings while he pushes his hardening erection into me. I’m a moaning mess in his arms, pushing my hips back into him which leaves him grunting in anticipation. His hands slide up and down my thighs, pulling me closer to him frantically, rolling his hips against me. I turn around in his arms, my lips immediately finding his. He pulls my leg over his waist and his covered shaft hits my core so perfectly. “Oh my god.” I breathe into his mouth and he smirks, delectably rolling himself to me again. His mouth travels to my neck in a hurry, pushing my face to the side for more access. His grunts have me gripping at his hair and lustfully grinding onto his bulge. When his lips find my own again I tug at his sweats, pushing them down to his legs. He tugs my shirt off my body and rolls over me to straddle my lap and my chest rises and falls rapidly. His lips are at my chest kissing softly at the cleavage spilling over my bra. It was ill fitting and not my prettiest but Luke made me feel as if I were a goddess, his hands taking their time over my skin.
“I love you, god you’re gorgeous.” He mumbles. His fingers claw at my bra, eventually letting my breasts free. His mouth sucks around a nipple and a loud moan escapes from my lips. He’s groaning around my nub, pulling with his teeth at the sensitive skin. My fingers tangle in his blonde hair to pull him closer to me, his lips traveling down my stomach. He pushes off my shorts quickly, softly kissing the inside of my thighs. “Luke.” I whimper, tugging at the roots of his hair to get him closer to where I needed him most. His face comes closer to my clothed heat and his runs his nose along my mound. “Don’t tease.” I breathe erratically. He chuckles, placing a soft kiss over my panties. He places his thumb right where I need him to be. My back arches off my mattress when he applies more pressure, watching me through his blue eyes. He’s slowly tugging my underwear down my legs and my most private part is exposed to him.
“Holy fuck, I’ve waited for this for so long.” He mutters against my lower lips, the vibrations hitting me right in the stomach. I spread my legs wider for him. The teasing was torture, I was practically dripping for him. He kisses the side of my thigh, trailing closer. I almost lose it when he licks a stripe up my slit, just enough to separate my folds. “Baby,” I yelp. His hands hold my hips down to the bed as he flicks at my clit with his tongue before sucking the bud into his warm mouth. “You taste so good.” He mumbles to himself. His tongue delves into my center, the wet muscle stroking against my walls. My fingers tighten in his hair as he finds my clit again, the combination of sucking and flicking makes my legs shake. I can feel his finger pressing at my entrance and my mouth hangs open when he pushes into me. He relentlessly pumps his finger in and out, curling the digit to reach a spot the has me nearly falling over the edge. “Luke, I-I’m gonna..” I gasp and he looks up at me through his lashes and I fight every urge to close my eyes. “Come on, baby. Wanna feel you on my tongue.” He hums, lapping at my folds eagerly. He adds another finger to sweep against me, causing my toes to curl whenever he grazes that spot. With a few more strokes I’m coming with a loud yell, Luke’s name falling from my lips in strangled moans. His tongue doesn’t let up, sucking at my clit and his fingers continue to stroke through my clenching walls. As I come down from my high he places soft kisses to my cheeks, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“Y/N, baby, you are so loud.” He chuckles. My face heats up in embarrassment and he kisses at their color. “You’ve got my cock throbbing, baby girl.” My lips pull up in a devious smirk and my hands roam against his chest. “We should take care of that then.” He falls to his back under my touch and I crawl over him, grazing my hand along his covered crotch along the way. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth at the sheer contact, his head pulling back on his neck. I love the way my name sounds falling from his lips as if it were his favorite word in the world. He makes it sound the way rose petals feel and as I pull his briefs down his legs I know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hear it over and over again. I take his hard cock into my hand, adoration written clear on my face. “God, Luke, what else have you been hiding from me?” I chuckle, shifting my eyes away from his length to his face. His eyes close as he shakes his head and smiles. “I love you.” Is all he comes up with and I smile in response. There was no one else I’d rather being doing this with. I was glad that we could joke and have fun as best friends still although we’d changed our status a bit.
I grip him in my hand, swirling the precum over his pink tip. I kiss at his moaning lips and his hands squeeze my breasts. The expression on his face gives me confidence as I take him into my mouth after kissing down his hairy chest. A high pitched noise erupts from his throat when I swirl my tongue over the leaking head. My tongue traces the veins on the underside of his cock and I take him fully into my mouth, pushing him deep down my throat. His fingers tangle tightly in my hair as I bob my head up and down on his cock, my hand jerking off what I couldn’t reach. I stared up at his parted pink lips and flushed neck , his eyes closed softly. “Baby,” He purrs as I take his balls into my hand, squeezing the full sacs. His tight grip pulls my head to the side and he’s watching his cock slip past my lips with hooded eyes. “You’re such a dream.” He says airily, pulling himself to his elbows. My pussy was aching for his touch, to feel his length inside of me. I wanted to feel him stroking against my walls, pushing me to another high.
Luke pulls me off of him when his cock begins to twitch in my mouth. His chest rises and falls quickly, his head hung backwards and lips parted so deliciously. “Com’ere.” He hums and I crawl towards him, licking my lips. He pulls me to his chest, his mouth blindly looking for my own. His sticks a hand between my legs as we kiss, his finger effortlessly finding my clit. I’m gasping into his mouth as he touches me like he’s known my body forever. And my body responds to him as if it were trained. I lift my leg over his waist in search of his cock but he pushes my leg back down, his hand slipping from my folds to turn me around. The movement is rough and sexy, my back is pulled to his chest and he lifts my leg easily, slipping himself against my slick folds. My head lulls back against his shoulder and he kisses at the skin, a hand gripping my boob before he slides himself into me with a grunt. I gasp at his size and Luke roughly grabs my chin to press his lips against mine. His tongue dances with mine as he thrusts into me, each time going unimaginably deeper. My eyes screw shut as his hand travels from my chest to my pussy, fingers finding my bundle of nerves. He makes no movements against it, just holds his hand there as he fucks me from behind. Whimpers leave my lips as I try to thrust my hips to his hand for friction. He chuckles throatily into my ear and sucks at the skin below it. “You’re so horny for me. Always are, I can always see it.” He gives me one harsh slap on my clit and a yelp leaves my mouth. “Only for you, Luke.” I breathe against his mouth and he groans, thrusting harder into me. The sounds of my sopping cunt being pounded fills the room, mixed with Luke and I’s moans.
His lips suck at my neck, marking me as his. My fingers grip his hair pulling him closer. I can feel his cock twitch inside of me, my walls clench around him as I feel the urge to come getting stronger. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight. I’m gonna come.” His moans are airy. “Make me fucking come, Y/N.” His cock twitches violently inside me as he thrusts harder into me, holding my legs open so he could go deeper. My walls clench around him as his fingers circle around my clit pushing me over the edge. “Shit, Luke!” I cry out in ecstasy, my eyes screwing shut as I milk my orgasm. He’s growling in my ear then, the sounds rough and deep like his strokes. He topples over the edge with a final thrust, his face buried into my neck. “Fuck, baby.” I whimper at the feel of his hot load shooting against my walls. My pussy drinks him in, swallowing every last drop of his cum. “I love you.” He moans and pulls me closer to his chest as he comes down from his high. I so badly want to turn around in his arms and hold him but I’m not quite ready to feel him slip from me just yet. “I love you.” I say, tilting my head back in search of his lips. He meets mine with a satisfied hum, his movements slow and tired.
He pulls away from me and I gasp at the feeling of semen pouring down my legs. Luke reaches to the floor for his shirt and presses it between my legs and I smile, turning around in his arms. He immediately rests his head on my chest, snuggling to my breasts. Are you tired now?” I yawn, a smile smile lingering on my lips. He nods slowly, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. “Next time I want you in those sexy red underwear.” He mumbles tiredly and my insides kick into gear again. “Thought those were for Kyle?” I mock. He growls against my skin, biting at the flesh around my nipple. “Don’t even joke like that. I’ve never liked that prick, still pretty pissed he had his hands on you tonight.” His voice is stern and deep with exhaustion. My breathing is shaky over what it does to me in between my legs. “I know, baby. Go to sleep.” I shush him, running my fingers through his hair. He mutters something I can’t hear to my skin, grabbing roughly at my behind as well. I don’t mind, jealous Luke has always been one of my favorites. I press a soft kiss to his forehead before tangling my legs with his own, resting my head on a pillow to fall asleep.
You held hands with Tom as you walked down the street of New York. He finally finished his new movie and his first thing he wanted to do was to be with you. You were his biggest priority.
You two were free as can be, there was no paparazzi to snap pictures. There was no raging fans, attacking you both with pictures and hugs. It was just you and Tom walking down the street, passing people who didn’t recognize you. It was the most privacy you two have gotten in a while.
Tom was taking you to a restaurant to eat and catch up on each others lives. On the way there, you caught the eye of some of the men.
‘‘Hey hey! What’s up foxy momma!’‘ a man called out. You cringed.
Tom snapped his eyes at the man but you squeezed his hand tight, whispering for him to leave it. You two continued down the sidewalk, but the farther you went down, the more men caught onto you.
‘’Nice ass lady!’’ a man growled flirtatiously.
‘‘HEY!’‘ tom barked, shooting a nasty glare at the man.
'’Why are you with a douche like him? Drop him and come with me!’’ the man protested.
‘‘That’s it.’‘ tom muttered angrily.
Tom removed himself from you and stomped his way up to the man. The man stood up and puffed his chest out as Tom came close to him.
‘‘You better watch your damn mouth before I punch it and make it go numb.’‘ tom threatened, staring him down.
‘‘Oooh I’m so scared. A dumbass british man is trying to scare me!’‘ he laughed.
Tom didn’t say a word and threw his fist at him, socking him right in the face. You gasped as the man fell to the ground, crying out in pain. You suddenly see a flash of light and the sound of a camera clicking. You twisted around and your jaw dropped to the ground, the paparazzi was there. And it caught Tom punching a man in the face.
Tom snarled down at the man who was now on the ground, crying like a little baby. Tom spat on him and turned around, shielding his eyes as he saw the lights flashing towards his way. Tom rushed up to you and grabbed your hand.
‘‘Lower your head and keep your mouth shut.’‘ he warned. You nodded and did as he said.
The paparazzi was now chasing you down the street, throwing all sorts of questions at you two. But you did as Tom said, lower your head and keep your mouth shut.
I’m all over the TLJ Novelization Leaks and apparently my boi, the Supreme Leader Kylo Ben was SMILING at his waifu Rey when she delivered herself to him in her cute little space coffin aND I DON’T KNOW IF IT WAS CUT FROM THE MOVIE OR WHATEVER BUT I FEEL ROBBED.
Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse
Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective
Word Count: 3,500
A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-
I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.
ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao
*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*
“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.
You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.
Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.
Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.
“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.
Imagine calling Barry and telling him your boyfriend broke up with you.
‘’Hello?’’ barry’s voice rang in your ear as he picked up your call.
You choked back a sob, you didn’t know if you could speak. You felt completely broken right now.
‘’Y/N? Is it you? My contact said it was you. Are you okay?’’ barry was throwing so many questions at you.
‘’Barry,’’ you finally forced out.
‘’What is it Y/N? What happened? You sound like you just stopped crying.’’ barry’s voice was filled with worry.
You were a little bit surprised that Barry could tell that you were sad, but he is your best friend. He knows about everything about you.
‘’B-Barry.. M-My boyfriend..’’ you started to get emotional as you spoke about him.
‘’What is it Y/N? Speak to me, please.’’ barry says, biting his lip.
‘’He broke up with me.’’ you sniffle.
The line went silent, it almost felt like Barry hung up on you.
‘’Say no more Y/N, I’ll be right there.’’ barry says, breaking the silence.
Barry hung up the phone without saying a thing, you put down the phone and shake your head. You felt completely stupid, he stole your heart and then threw it away like it was nothing. But you knew once Barry arrives, that he would hold you in his arms, and comfort you for the entire day. And that’s exactly what Barry did. And at the end of the day, he told you, he loved you.
Prompt 78: “Hold me and never let me go” - RK800 x Human!Reader
Word Count: 913
Note: So this is my first Detroit imagine and it’s a warm up. I hope it’s alright and not too trashy or ooc :)
Tonight was just like any other night. You were
sitting on the couch, wrapped up in cosily in a blanket. The TV was on, but you
were only half paying attention it. The majority of your attention was focused
on the front door, as you awaited for the arrival of your Android lover.
Every so often, your eyes would flicker across the
room to the small clock hanging on the wall. 10:00pm.
you bit your lip and you wrapped the blankets around you tighter. He is a lot
later than usual tonight and you wondered if he was held up at the station
because of a case. Whatever the reason was, you wouldn’t go to sleep until he
was in your arms.