it never starts the game sigh

BOI let’s talk about Neil “rabbit” Josten and Andrew “never lets his guard down” Minyard and how they inexplicably forget the rest of the world is a thing when they’re together???? Like 

  • everyone knows better than to interrupt their intense eye contact. They’ll stare at each other for minutes at a time and matt’s just standing there off to the side, waiting for their bizarre silent convo to wind down. Neil’s the first to look away. 
    • “Oh, how long have you been there, matt?“ 
    • "Just a few seconds don’t worry" 
  • even when they’re not staring at each other, they’re both completely useless if one is looking. Neil focuses his entire attention on Andrew when the sun hits him just right and Kevin sighs and closes the notebook of exy plays they’d been discussing. Andrew is not-watching Neil staring at him, Neil is probably mentally composing a sonnet about Andrew’s shoulders or arms or pinky finger, and Kevin starts talking about Quebec, potato salad, and cello music because anything he says Neil will never be able to remember 
  • they’re not much for PDA but also when the locker room is empty after a game, they might (always) make out against the lockers and sometimes they don’t remember that one freshman who was getting dressed in the showers and he squeaks in surprise when he walks in on them but they’re too wrapped up in each other to notice (or care) 
  • dan is sure she could blow an air horn next to their ears, but if they’re sharing a cigarette, they wouldn’t even flinch. Nearly every day after practice while they wait for Kevin to finish up, Neil and Andrew share a cigarette in the shade provided by the court’s walls. They stand not quite close enough to touch but the space between them is almost nonexistent, and take turns smoking while gazing meaningfully at each other. Or Andrew will smoke and Neil will steal his cigarette and he’ll steal it back and on and on until the thing is burned down to the filter. 
    • Nicky swears he caught them shotgunning smoke but his phone was "dead” at the time and without visual evidence he couldn’t cash in the prize money.
    •  He’s still bitter about it. 
  • one time they halted an entire game for a full minute because some asswipe had growled “Wesninski” at Neil and Neil got tripped up and twisted his ankle.
    • the combination of panic from hearing his old name and panic about not being able to play kept him on the court floor and Andrew was at his side in an instant. He ignored the rest of the players, the refs, and Coach in favor of kneeling on the ground and pressing his forehead to Neil’s. They whispered to each other for a full half a minute before the panic left Neil’s eyes and Andrew was content to sit back. 
    • Neil at least had the decency to look sheepish when he saw the dozen people crowded around them, staring at him with varying amounts of confusion and annoyance.
    • Andrew did not.

anonymous asked:

Victuuri AU where they meet on Tinder

(s/o to everyone on discord for enabling this, esp @actualyuuri​)


“You can’t swipe left on everyone,” Christophe laments. “He was cute.”

“Nope.” Viktor flicks his finger again. 

“Oh come on! He’s cute, too!”

“Nuh-uh.”

Christophe sighs. “I’m seriously starting to question your taste in men, Viktor.”


“I don’t think he’s cute at all,” Yuuri says, frowning. Next to him, Phichit laughs.

“Come on, you never know. It’s just a fun game, and it doesn’t hurt to cast your net out a little!”

“I don’t want to cast out my net,” complains Yuuri.

Phichit rolls his eyes. “There’s gotta be someone here that’ll fit your exacting standards, Yuuri ‘I only date men who have done quad flips’ Katsuki.”

“And you making me swipe right on everyone isn’t going to help matters,” retorts Yuuri.

Phichit blows a raspberry. The next profile comes up. 

“I don’t know,” says Yuuri, looking at it with a frown. “He’s got a bathroom abs selfie.”

“Swipe right,” replies Phichit.


Viktor gets to the profile named “Yuuri Katsuki”, who is currently 1.2 kilometres away, and purses his lips. Because the guy’s picture has two very attractive men on it, but one of them sparks Viktor’s interest a lot more than the other.

Which one is Yuuri? His gut instinct goes for the one in the cat-eared beanie, but it could just as easily be the cheery-looking darker-skinned one next to him. Both of them are beaming in front of the Detroit Skate Club, though, and based on their next picture of them goofing around on the bleachers inside, must be involved with the DSC somehow. 

The third picture is a picture of a pork cutlet bowl. Just a fuckin pork cutlet bowl. Viktor groans, though he’s also intrigued. Christophe raises an eyebrow and leans over.

“Which one is he?” he asks. 

“Probably the pork cutlet bowl,” replies Viktor. He swipes right, intrigued.


“Ooh, Viktor Nikiforov is on Tinder?”

Yuuri purses his lips, looking at the selfies. They’re all recent ones from Instagram. “Could be fake,” he points out.

“There’s only one way to know,” replies Phichit, grinning.

Yuuri swipes right, intrigued.


It’s a match! the app announces, and Viktor wants to immediately fire off a message to Yuuri, asking him which one of the two men in the picture he is. But that might come off as rude, so he decides to go about it a little more sneakily. 

i notice you’re a skater, and you’re nearby. want to grab coffee sometime? and bring your friend! - vn

There. That should do it. 

He gets a message a couple minutes later. That sounds good, is the response. We’ll both be there. Time and place?

i’m only in town for a couple more days. i don’t know detroit very well. you guys can pick. - vn

How about Astro Coffee this Wednesday at noon?

Viktor smiles. perfect - vn


Yuuri’s not nervous at all. 

(That’s a lie. He’s grabbing coffee with Viktor Nikiforov. Or at least, who he hopes is really Viktor and not some serial killer catfishing as him.)

At least Phichit will be coming along. Which is fair, since he set things up. Though it is a little strange that Viktor had asked for both of them. Maybe he was more interested in Phichit.

But that’s strange. Phichit had his own profile. Heck, he’s going through it right now, for shits and giggles as they wait in line to place their order.

“Yuuri?” he hears, and turns towards the door, and oh. 

Oh no.

It really is Viktor Nikiforov. And he’s beaming like he’s made of pure, unadulterated sunshine. 


Viktor watches a young man in blue-rimmed glasses with a shock of dark hair turn at the call of his name, and his heart leaps into his throat, because oh.

Oh no.

It really is the guy in the cat-eared beanie, and he’s even cuter in person.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

Warning: Mentions of death, death scenes, graphic scene of violence

a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^


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While The Boys Are Away | Bobby [M]

Originally posted by sugutie

Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it’s your first time sleeping together? Thank you!

Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜

Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3,266


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*The nations playing Risk.* 

America: You’re only winning because you CHOOSE MY COUNTRY!! MY AREA!! YOU CHEATED FROM THE START!!

Russia: We will see.*Wins his attack.* 

America: Don’t you dare!! Don’t you dare!!! ARTHUR!! You said you’d back me up!!

England: That deal is off. 

America: YOU– *Pulls a gun from under the table.* 

*Russia pulls a gun. England pulls a gun. Everyone else at the table is armed.*

Canada: *Sigh This was never a good idea….

The reflection of the fireworks across the water makes the whole event seem far more magical than any Fourth of July celebration Derek’s ever witnessed before. And maybe that was supposed to be the point? But he can’t exactly ask when the only one to direct the question to is currently giving him the cold shoulder.

Will sits beside him in the small boat, a good foot of space between them, his jaw tense and his eyes pointedly only looking at the colorful display before them.

It was Will’s idea to come out here tonight, while the rest of his family watched the show from their usual spot on the beach. But that idea was presented well before Derek had…  Well. Before Derek had been an idiot earlier today and made things so awkward between them that it’s now genuinely painful to sit here.

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nothing like us

Originally posted by nunkocchi

genre: angst/slight fluff; drabble

pairing: jungkook x reader

length: 2.0k

summary: the one thing worse than dating someone you’re not in love with is seeing the love of your life in the arms of another man because you took too long to confess, and unfortunately, jungkook comes to realize that one month too late.

prompts:
“that’s not what i meant and you know it!”
“you’re putting words in my mouth!” 
“please don’t shut me out.”

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I imagine them laying on the dusty floor of their living room, surrounded by half-full boxes and bits and pieces that still need to be put away. It’s been a few hours since they have started packing all their stuff and it still feels a bit weird. Like. They’re actually moving out. They’re doing it. It’s about damn time, they think, given that the place is literally falling apart. But, wow. It feels weird.
They’re taking a small break now and they’re quietly staring into each other’s eyes. The silence is full of unspoken words but it’s not uncomfortable. They both know what the other is thinking. “We’re taking a big step. We’re committing to (hopefully) several years of living together”. But it doesn’t sound that scary, does it? After all these years. Yeah, well, it is. It’s a hell of a step they’re about to take. They’re not in their early twenties anymore. It’s not a game anymore. It’s a real commitment. Nothing is going to change and, at the same time, everything will be different. New place, new neighbours, new furniture. Well, it does sound a bit exciting.
They both sigh making each other smile. They get up and start packing again, as if they had never stopped.
Living in this apartment has been a hell of a ride, but, looking around, they both think it was worth it. The place is full of them. In every room, on every wall, there’s a piece of them. A photo. A CD. The long lost sock under the bed. There are things everywhere. Things they have collected along this crazy five-year journey. Things that were given to them, things they’ve bought each other for the five Christmases they have spent in this house. Whilst packing they realise how many years they’ve been together. There is some hella old stuff in there and the fact that they’ve kept every cinema ticket, bracelet and post-it is so cheesy.
They pack everything, picture after picture, book after book, mug after mug.
They shed nostalgic tears every once in a while. They laugh at some weird object they didn’t even remember owning. They hug a lot, it makes things easier to bear or so it seems.
At the end of what it had seemed like a never-ending process, the place looks quite scary. It’s deserted. It almost hurts seeing it like this, without paintings on the wall or DVDs and books on the shelves.
And it’s in that moment that they get it: home isn’t a place.
Think about it: if you empty your home from all the things you own it’s not your home anymore. It’s a shell. Home is what fills the place. No, wait. Home is
who fills the place. Because a place with no Dan is not home to Phil as much as a place with no Phil is not a home to Dan. It’s just how it is.
And with that in mind, they close the front door behind them.

Mister Leto

Jared Leto x Reader

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Prompt: Hi, I was wondering if you could write me a more hardcore daddy kink Jared one-shot? I would love that so much

{A/N} This was fun. That is all.
Also, I know Jared was always, always in character for this film in particular, but it’s a Jared one shot, not a Joker one shot, so please bear with me!
xo 

Warnings: Hardcore daddy kink smut. More of a dream than a warning. Some cursing.


“Remember, three mocha macchiatos, one with soy, one with extra mocha, and one with an affogato shot. One mocha frap and a pink drink for Margot.”

It’s your first day at the studio for the new film Suicide Squad, and you’re interning as an assistant/runner on-site. You knew this would entail frivolous requests and long hours, but it looks good on a resume and that’s all you needed. 

“Yes, sir.” You tell the head of studio, who’s been gracious enough to help you take Starbucks orders.

“Hurry up!”

You head off, to the Starbucks on the lot for the tourists in a cafe area. You watch as people snap pictures of everything from the studio Starbucks to the large buildings that surround it. It’s your first day, and you can’t mess this up.

After a slight wait, you grab the drink trays and hightail it back to Studio B, almost tripping on yourself as you see the head of the studio speaking with Jared Leto himself. 

You heard rumors before that he didn’t speak to anyone, and that he stayed in character one-hundred percent of the time. He wasn’t completely in character yet, but he already looked the part. His hair was still brown, his brows weren’t gone yet, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. 

The nerves in your body are all sending signals to your stomach, and you inwardly become nervous. You have to go up to them, you have to interrupt their conversation with a drink. He has to notice you, at least a little. Sucking up the nerves, you pretend to be as confident as possible. He isn’t even here.. He isn’t even here, you tell yourself.

“Here’s your extra mocha macchiato, sir,” you butt in, not caring what they were talking about as you begin to carry on with your drink rounds. You hand them off to Will, Margot and the rest before realizing there are none left. A quick peek over your shoulder tells you Jared and the head of studio are still speaking and you immediately exhale through loose lips. Okay. I got this.

The clacking of your heels accompanies your smile as you stand next to them, keeping a polite distance while you await the direction of your next task. 

“Ah, there you are,” he says, “Jared, this is {Y/N}, the new runner.” 

His eyes meet yours and it’s like fire. Your entire body is begging for your permission to go limp. Quietly, you tell it to get a grip. His vascular arm extends towards you, his hand out to shake.

“I’m Jared, nice to meet you. It’s your first day and I already hear great things.”

Great things. You scream with joy internally.

His smile could kill you if you let it, but you still have work to do. Pulling yourself together, a smile graces your {F/C} lips. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, I look forward to taking orders from you,” you say.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, eyes still on you.

A soft blush graces your {S/C} cheeks. Did he really just say that? Trying to stay professional, - and not lose your mind - you keep your composure the best you can. 

“Of course, Mr. Leto. It’s my job.”

His smirk turns into a smile now, and he nods his head with an impressed expression on his countenance. It’s like you’ve either passed a test, or failed it, and you’re unsure of which he preferred. 

They continue their conversation for just a few moments longer before Jared makes a request.

“Can I have her as my personal?”

Your eyelids flutter in shock at his strange request, the confusion written all over your features gives you away immediately.

“Sorry, let me explain. You’re the only one who’s done this job so far who’s gotten any praises from this guy,” he states, patting the head of studio on the back. As if that’s supposed to let you know that that was a good enough explanation.

The head of studio on the other hand, looked troubled, now. Concerning you, you stay quiet. 

“Jared, are you sure you want to do that, she’s so.. So new. I can’t-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll teach her a few things.”

His tone is ice cool and yet lava hot. Is this some kind of game?

He sighs before giving in, something you guessed anyone would do for Jared, and shrugs. 

“She’s all yours. Try to go easy on her. And {Y/N}, consider yourself lucky. Jared never takes to the new assistants like this.”

And with that, he trotted off to go throw more comics at Margot.

The silence that followed was deadly. It was all too awkward for you as you kept your eyes on the studio head as long as humanly possible before he disappeared. What now? I’m his personal runner. And I should be lucky.

“So,” he starts, “It’s your first day and I know you have to be confused as hell right now.” 

You nod, suddenly finding ground to stand on when you realize he understands.

“Yes, Mr. Leto, I have no idea what I did.”

“Please, call me Jared,” he smirks, gesturing for you to follow him.

You follow beside him back to his dressing room. The walk is quiet though you hoped he’d explain a little more as to what you did to deserve such an honor. He opens the door for you and leaves it cracked once he follows, sitting down in the chair across from the mirror and picking up the script.

“Make yourself comfortable, it’s gonna be a little while,” he breathes a short laugh and you relax, moving swiftly to the couch and sitting down. 

You smooth out your skirt on the couch and politely look around, waiting, you guess, for the next task he’ll give you.

He leans into the mirror, grabbing an eyeliner pen and examining his face.

“What made you take this internship?” he asked.

“Oh, um..” You have to think, completely caught off guard by his small talk. Most jobs like this lent no room for questions, or really noticing the intern at all. “I’d love to work in the entertainment industry. Warner Brothers is my favorite, and I took the opportunity the moment I heard about it.”

He glides the pen under his eye, forming a small J.

“Do you like to act?” he asks, concentrating on his face. Though he sounds distracted, he also sounds like he’s only focused on you.

“I love acting.”

“Beautiful,” he says in a new tone. A Jokery, tone.

“I’m not very good at it, but-”

“No, you,” he says next.

“Oh.. Thank you, Mr. Leto.” You say softly, your {S/C} cheeks blushing as his eyes meet yours in the mirror. His stare is like paradise, and you could get lost in it forever. The small smirk that graces his lips as applies another ‘tester’ face tattoo for the role now is electrifying. A dose of heroin that any desperate junkie would find satiating. You feel the flower between your thighs dampening and look away, shifting in your seat on the couch.

Be professional, {Y/N}, you think. This is so unprofessional. At least he isn’t like this with the other interns… No. He’s just preparing for the role.. Relax-

In two seconds, you’re pressed against the backrest of the couch and he’s leaning over top of you before you even know what happened.

“Say it again,” he breathes, his expression a hard, desperate gaze as his mouth is slightly agape. You suddenly feel like his next meal rather than a new assistant. But the way his chest is silently heaving, and his fingers are gripping the back of the couch on either side of your head, you don’t care.

“Mister Leto..” You draw out, your voice just octaves away from a signature baby-voice, “Sir..”

“Oh… Yeah..” he says, rolling his neck back. “I have to admit, the moment I saw you, and how well you take orders.. I had to have you all to myself.”

Something about that entire sentence was so satisfying to you. The mere thought of being at Jared’s beck and call was more arousing than anything you’ve experienced before.

You chest rises and falls, the tops of your breasts tightening against your {F/C} strapless top under the blazer you wore. Reluctantly, you reach a hand up to touch his chest over the tank top he wore today. A hand grips around your wrist and it’s almost as if you expected it, a smirk subconsciously playing across your lips.

He leans in closer, his lips hovering over yours before moving slowly to your cheek, then your jaw, and settling just over your ear.

“First,” he rasps, “I want you to take that jacket off for daddy.. Can you do that for me, princess?”

You nod. Holy shit, is this happening? Your hands work at the buttons on your blazer with haste, not wanting him to come to his senses and change his mind. Sliding out of the jacket now, his eyes are on your every delicate movement. He can’t wait to change that- to twist your delicacy into rough submissiveness. 

“Good girl…” He says, bringing his hand to your waist and sliding it down to your hip. His touch is possessive, almost as though he’s hoping you won’t change your mind either. Your {E/C} eyes are fixated on his face, a jawline that could cut ice, lips perfectly shaped..

His hand glides further down, causing you to anxious now as a small laugh escapes him. He can tell you’re waiting for him to ‘scratch your itch,’ and he’s enjoying every moment of your new found desperation for him, and only him. 

Very softly, you feel his finger tips on the hem of your skirt, inching it up slowly as he presses his lips against your ear. 

“Do you want me, kitten?” he asks, his voice smooth.

“Yes..” your voice trails, leaving you breathless.

“Yes what, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy..”

“If you don’t address me the way you’re supposed to, I’ll have to punish you,” he says, quickly standing back up in front of you.

In a whirl your earth has shattered, thinking you’ve made a huge mistake and now you’re left with nothing. On another hand, you notice the hard on in his jeans, and the dampness of his skin. He was holding himself back more than you thought. This could be fun..

“And just how do you expect to do that?” you ask, trailing your fingers now to the pushed up hem of your skirt, holding his stare.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, his tone harsh. The sound of it floors you in all the best ways possible, and you slide your fingers further up, spreading your {L/T} legs and revealing your {F/C} thong to him.

“If your fingers even get close,” he says, reaching for his belt, “I’ll have no choice.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to have a choice,” you say, your brows lifting with a slight mocking tone as you let your fingers touch the damp, lacy fabric that barely covered your folds. You have no idea how far into this he could be, but you wanted him to push you to the end of the earth.

Before you know it, you’re being pulled onto your knees with a belt looped around your neck. The faux leather is warm from his own body heat, and a smirk plays across your lips as you realize you’re eye level with his crotch. Reaching out to undo his pants, he stops you with a yank of the belt.

“I told you, I’d have to punish you, princess,” he says, staring down at you, “I meant it.”

His free hand reaches down to undo his own pants, pushing them down with his boxers, swiftly revealing his hard cock to you. Your breath hitches at the sight. Fuck.. It’s so big.. Suddenly, you’re intimidated and excited. You can feel your own sweet spot throbbing as your brain disconnects from all reason, wanting nothing more than wrap your {F/C} lips around him. You lean forward, and pulls you back with the belt slowly.

“Nah, ah, kitten. You take daddy’s cock as he gives it to you, got it?” He says, moving just a little closer to you. You can’t handle the teasing. It was bad enough you wanted him inside of you, but now to wait to even get your mouth and even hands on it? He’s insane. But you love it.

“Yes, daddy..” You say, submitting just to get a little taste.

“That’s my girl,” he says, giving into his own desire as he allows you to take his member into your mouth.

Your eyes close just for a moment in savory of his most private and sensitive part in your care. Running your tongue over it, sliding it into your mouth further and sucking on it. He quickly became your own personal piece of candy. 

He groans, causing your eyes to open again, trailing back up to him. His head is bent back and you take pleasure in knowing it’s all because of you. 

“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath before you feel his hands roughly gripping into your hair, holding your head still as he begins to thrust into your mouth, watching you take his cock like the good girl he expected you to be. A wicked smirk lightly dances on his features as he watches you choke and moan, your throat opening and closing around him. His groaning and thrusting is cut short when he notices your hand reaching for your own sex.

Immediately, he pulls you back by the belt, causing you to fall back against the seat of the couch.

“What daddy..?” You say, wiping some of the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand with a lipstick-smeared pout. “I can’t help it, I..” Your voice is tiny and pleading while you trail off, and your messy pout unhinges him more than even he’d like to admit.

“That’s my job, darlin’,” he says sternly, lifting his brows towards your hand and un-looping the belt from your neck, clearly out of breath.

“Bend over,” he commands, and you know it’s time you face your punishment.

You do as he says, the belt’s buckle shining from his hand excites you. Slowly, you open your knees ever so slightly as you bend over the couch. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks towards you, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his muscular build, he’s amazing. He’s amazing and you can’t wait to feel every inch of him that you can pounding into your now soaked core.

When he sits down, you whine. It’s as though your entire body is tingling with arousal. His hand makes contact with the back of your thigh and it sends a chill down your spine. A smirk is evident as he notices the goosebumps forming on your soft {S/C} skin.

He slides the fabric of your skirt over your ass with ease, letting his hand linger on it before pulling it away. He admires you like a kid who wants a new toy. Snapping the belt between his hands, he gives you no time to prepare before you feel the extreme stinging where the belt makes contact. 

“Oh, yeah..!” You blurt out, the stinging continuing five more times before he decides he can’t take it anymore.

“You like it when daddy punishes you, sweetheart?” he coos mockingly, grabbing your shoulder and pushing your face against the back of the couch.

“Yes.. God, yes,” you breathe as he unzips the back of your top and lets it fall, reaching to grope one of your breasts as his lips meet the nape of your neck.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he says, trailing rough bites from your shoulder and down your back slowly.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” you say, “Like the bad girl I am..”

“Mmm,” he groans, groping your ass now as he positions himself behind you, pulling your thong down to your knees and letting it fall around your heels.

“You are a beautiful sight..”

He slaps your ass, grasping onto it. Your back arches under his hand as he slides it up your back now.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me, Jared..?”

His hand comes down on your ass again, and he moves closer to you, allowing you to feel his warm cock against your slick entrance. Your body shudders as you try to push your sex back against him, try to feel him slide into your warmed entrance. Absolute desperation overcomes your mind and body. He pulls back just the amount that you try to take and slaps your ass again.

“Do I?” he asks as he does so, more rhetorical than anything.

“Fuck..” You groan as you feel his fingers sliding over your wetness now. He runs them back and forth carefully, teasing you in the worst way. Your throbbing clit can handle handle the faintest warm touch as rubs it in a small circle before sliding his slender finger back, dragging it down your thigh. 

“Look at that.. So fucking wet.. What do we say…?” His tone is a breathy growl while he digs his fingers into either side of your hips now. Dying to hear you beg, he can feel his own member throbbing as the head touches your entrance, teasing not only you, but himself. 

It’s painful almost, the way he touches you now. Your nerves are all shot, sensitively receptive to pleasure in everything he does. You need the ecstasy, and he needs to give it to you. 

“Please, daddy.. Please, give me that cock, I want you to make me cum..”

“Oh princess,” he starts, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. He works with the belt to bound your wrists together. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

With that, you feel his entire shaft pump into your dripping folds, kicking your leg open further with his foot. You can’t help but yell out in pleasure at the sudden rush of satisfaction. His thrusting is slow and deep, letting you feel everything you’ve been craving since the moment he had you pinned to the couch. 

Unable to move your hands, you bite into the back of the couch for a moment, moaning into it as your breathing grows heavier. You push back against him as much as you can, the sound of skin clapping together filling the spaces in between your moans. 

Jared reaches up and grabs hold of your {H/C} locks, yanking your head back with them as he speeds up.

“You’re such a good little girl for daddy, aren’t you? Taking this cock with no problem.”

You nod to the best of your ability and he breaks skin on your back with his nails, dragging them along your back and to your back, ending it with a swift slap on the ass.

“Mm, yes, Sir..” You moan, “You fuck so good, daddy, harder..”

You didn’t need to tell him twice as his hand grabs your wrists, pulling you up closer to him. His toned chest is damp with the sweat he’d broken from teasing himself with you. He pushes into you harder, hitting your g-spot with ease and bringing you near to tears at the pleasure he’s inflicting. His hand reaches around to grope your breasts as the other remains holding your bound hands.

Your legs grow weak under the rest of your body as his throbbing cock fills you and he holds you up. In the sultriest of manners, he brings his hand from your breasts to your neck, squeezing it as he nibbles on your ear, growling into it.

“Don’t you fucking cum without my permission, princess. You stay nice and fucking hot for daddy.”

“Mm, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out for you..” You say, your voice rugged and uneven as he continues thrusting, going deeper than he had been before. The pressure on your g-spot is indescribable, and the feeling welling up in you is dying to be released. Unable to keep quiet, your moans turn to small yells as you gasp for air.

He enjoys doing this to you thoroughly, and he wants nothing more than for you to break the rules. Seeing you such a mess at the feeling of himself inside of you is something he doesn’t want to end. His fingertips meet your swollen clit now, every circular caress eliciting waves of pleasure. It isn’t until he presses down hard and lets himself go that you catch the brink of your own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck.. Faster!” You yell, knowing you can’t keep your release away any longer as you feel your walls start pulsating fervently around his thick shaft in sweet lustful euphoria. You lower yourself onto him as much as you can, carnal instinct taking over, making taking his cock as deep and as hard as you can the only thing that matters in your world. Going weak at the knees, Jared is the only thing keeping you upright as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans into your ear, his hand gripping onto your neck even tighter as he thrusts faster, losing himself in you as he cums.

“You’re daddy’s little slut, huh? Making me cum like this..” His breathing is as wild as the pumping he’s doing. His eyes roll back, and though you can’t see it, you know he’s wrapped up in the same bliss you are as he rasps your name like it’s the only thing he knows. 

“Oh Jared..” You groan as a few hard, deep thrusts follow, allowing you to once again savor ever inch of him just as you wanted. Your mouth is slightly agape, and your hair is tangled slightly over your face as you take pleasure in knowing you’ve satisfied him entirely.


A small gasp is all you can manage once he slows down and pulls out. Not wanting to look as spent as you feel, you take hold of the couch again, trying to gather yourself before sliding your skirt back over your thighs.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, baby girl,” you hear him say, your only reaction being to turn around with a blank expression as you zip your shirt back on. 

“You came before I told you to,” a smirk plays on his lips now as he zips and buttons his pants back up. “You broke a very important rule. And if I didn’t have to get on set to read through, I’d punish you all over again right now.”

He’s a sight to see as you let yourself truly look at him. The post-sex glow he’s got makes him look like a god, and seeing him so disheveled only makes you want him all over again as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“I couldn’t help it, Mr. Leto,” you say again, poking fun at your prior professionalism. “You didn’t bother making it very easy for me.”

He steps in front of you, his closeness providing you with a sense of safety now while his own eyes behold you in all your beauty. How perfect you still look though he’s happily ruined your makeup and wrinkled your clothes. You give an innocent smirk, handing over your still damp thong at the end of your finger tip to him. He takes your panties and smirks quickly before you’re met with another harsh touch- his fingers on either side of your jaw. It’s not nearly as rough as he’d just handled you, but just as full of desire. His lips meet yours with the same urgency, kissing you so completely and relentlessly that it takes your breath away.

Your eyes flutter open slowly after he breaks the kiss. A smile graces your features while the tips of your {F/C} nails brush against your lips. He replaces them with his own thumb, dragging it down your lower lip almost carefully now.

“Just wait till I get my hands on you again, {Y/N}.”

anonymous asked:

Hello love, could you rec me your favourite 8th year fics on ao3?

Hello yourself! YES, I can absolutely do this and honestly I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. I am OBSESSED with 8th year fics and I hope I can recommend at least a few you haven’t read already! :)

*warning*: This is an Extremely Long List. It is in literally no order because I love all of these fics so much it is as if they are my own children and I couldn’t possibly rank them

Unexpected Consequences by Lauren3210 (39K)- Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different.
This is one of the first fics I ever read and I still remember it clearly; it was THAT good! As an alternative to Azkaban, Draco is allowed to attend Hogwarts provided he agrees to a bond with Harry that makes him to do whatever Harry says. Naturally, once the feelings start this causes a lot of worrying and angst and klsfhd it’s just really really good! Also did I mention they share a private room? I know I can’t be the only one who lives for that.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73K)- Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.
Another of the first ever fics I read (and reread!) and MAN IS IT FUCKING AMAZING. The lust starts right from the beginning and there are *lots* of party games and a secret relationship and sweet moments and teaching of patronus charms and *sigh* I just want to go read it again right now!

Lumos by birdsofshore (41.5K)- Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.
FABULOUS fic in which they are roommates and then Draco wanks and then Harry wanks and then Draco and Harry wank at the same time, and then there are feelings!! A thousand times yes.

Strange Bathfellows by Bixgirl1 (27.5K)- It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.
Harry and Draco being forced to share a bath is everything I never knew I needed until I was blessed enough to find this fic. @bixgirl1 has MANY truly ✨FABULOUS✨ eighth year fics (for example Instruction for a Misplaced Slytherin (8.5K) in which Draco teaches Harry about sex and In Evidence of Magical Theory (43.5K), which features forced bonding) and you should definitely read them all, but Strange Bathfellows remains my favorite! :)

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I Like This Game We’re Playing

Part 1


Oh Sehun x Reader

Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,990

Originally posted by lawlliets

You were driving for good 30 minutes, not daring to slow down, hoping they’re not following you. After circling around you finally reached your destination. You rested your head against the steering wheel and sighed. You did it this time. You got out of the car with your equipment and went to the door. You started knocking on it, louder with every bang until they finally opened.

“Y/N?” Yixing asked in a husky voice, you probably just woke him up. You brushed past him, throwing your stuff on the floor and went to the nightstand, taking his car keys.

“I need to use your garage, can you take your car out?” you asked, giving them to him.

“You come here so early and start ordering me around? Why do you think you are?” he crossed his hands on his chest. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be watching him?”

“I screwed up, okay? He has my phone. I need to block it before he finds out anything but my car can’t be seen in the streets either.”

“Were you followed?”

“I’m not sure…”

“And you still came here?” he spoke louder, clearly getting angrier and annoyed. “If you mess things up for me…”

“I won’t. I promise,” you put your hands together like in a prayer, hoping he will help you out. “I lost contact with the HQ, you’re the only other agent in this area.”

“Ugh, fine,” he took the keys and went outside. “Don’t blame me if I don’t park it the right way.”

“If you as much as scratch her!” you shouted after him but he had already left. Trusting he won’t take it out on your car, you shuffled around and picked up one of the many tablets from the floor filled with tons of tech and electrical devices. If Sehun manages to get into your phone, he can easily track you as well. Somehow turning off that phone is your top priority. It won’t be easy though, seeing how protected they were. You took your laptop out as well and checked the cameras. Off. Of course. What were you expecting? In a company with security like that, it’s strange he didn’t notice them sooner. Or could it be he did it on purpose?

Yixing was supposed to watch over you and was only an emergency contact but since this got slightly out of your hands, you had no other choice. Your phone was connected to his place, so you should be able to at least see where it is from Yixings’ tablets.  You glanced at the screen Great. It’s right there where you thought it would be. Sehun’s workplace. You sighed in frustration and opened up the program that should let you take over. You started typing the codes in when the screen flashed and everything disappeared. ‘No signal’ appeared on the black screen.

“Fuck,” you shouted, smashing the tablet on the floor.

“Hey now! That’s expensive stuff you’re breaking!” Yixing said as soon as he came in.

“He cut me off,” you hissed.

“Shit,” it seemed he was just as surprised to hear this as you were. “Do you think he?..”

“I don’t know,” you spoke before he could finish. He went to the table and pushed piles of papers and documents off. He sat down in his chair and turned his computers on.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to tell this to HQ.”

“But I can fix this! If you tell them I could lose my position! I have nothing besides this,” you slumped down on his bed. “I have been trained for this my whole life… I don’t know how to live a normal one…” you whispered.

Yixing looked at you with a worried expression before he stood up.

“You know what will happen if you don’t report this…”

And at that moment you’re computer beamed up. You got a message. You quickly ran to it and opened it up. It was HQ. It seemed they always knew what you were up to. Like they were watching. You read past the few short sentences over and over before you turned to Yixing.

“What does it say?” he asked.

“They’re giving me ten days.”

“For what?”

“To finish the job,” you answered.

“Are you serious? You have been watching him for more than a month and they expect you to wrap things up in ten days?”

“I have to do this.”

“Or what?” you paused for a while, before speaking again.

“They will kill me. They don’t need a spy who can’t even do it’s job right.”

“They won’t actually do it, will they? You’re the best one out there, they made you this way!” you saw how angry he became with each second you two talked about this.

“Actually…” you started. “They won’t be the ones to kill me. You will have to do it.”

“What?” he pushed you away and took your laptop from your hands, to read the letter. “Because I’m supposed to be the one who watches over you and controls your movements? That’s exactly the reason why I could never do it!”

He looked at you and his eyes narrowed. He picked you up and carried you to the bed. You were about to protest when he took out his med kit from underneath it.

“You’re hurt,” he said ripping, a piece of bloody cloth from your back. You hissed from the touch of his cold fingers and quickly jumped up. You turned your back to the mirror. Your shoulder was bleeding badly. Sehun probably scraped you with the bullets he fired at you before. From all of this adrenaline rush and panic you didn’t even feel the pain, much less noticed it. That asshole. Yixing sat you down on the bed and started patching you up.

“It doesn’t seem too bad,” he said. “At least you won’t need stitches.”

You bit down on your lower lip. Something you used to do whenever you were nervous. Which didn’t happen often because you have never messed up before you met Sehun.

“What are you planning?” Yixing asked.

“I’m going back,” you said and he started laughing.

“To do what exactly?”

“I’m getting that phone back! Besides he already knows my face so now I can approach him for info head on. Use whatever means possible to get this over with.”

You stood up, put your jacket on and started gathering your things again.

“Do you have any spare vehicles?”

“You can take my motorcycle,” he sighed.

You went to the door and turned back for the last time.

“Yixing, promise me one thing. If push comes to shove. Kill me. I would rather it was you than anyone else.”

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Sehun’s POV

A few hours earlier

I spun her phone around in my hand. Maybe I shouldn’t have let her go but I know she will come get it sooner or later. Too bad this was not only multiple passwords protected but also needed a fingerprint.

“You wanted to talk?” Jongdae asked, as he walked in. I threw him the phone and he just barely managed to catch it. He looked at it.

“Is this what I think it is?”

I nodded.

“Can you unlock it? She mentioned a code of some sort 7040589. Maybe that will help you out?”

“Is that where you actually were during the board meeting? You actually went after her?”

“I got bored. I thought it would be nice to at least say hi,” I shrugged.

“And how did that turn out for you? Because I remember you saying she stood you up,” he laughed.

“It takes time,” I said coming to the front of my table and leaning on it. “You can’t get a girl to like you in a day.”

“In a day? How long would it take you then, huh?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked at me before he continued.  “Anyway, we should just catch her and finally find out her true motives. Isn’t she from ‘Anexis’? I have no idea why is Junmyeon delaying it for so long…”

“She is and I’m sure he has his reasons but she was watching me only and I must say I got pretty fed up with her being on my tail all the time and that’s one of the reasons I took action.”

“The others have to know.”

“But you won’t tell them, will you?”

We had a silent stare down before he sighed and finally gave in.

“I will help you with this,” he said, lifting the phone up. “But after that you’re on your own until you tell them.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I smiled and took a seat in my office chair again. “Oh Jongdae,” I shouted after him before he exited.

“What else?” he asked, annoyed.

“Ten days.”

“What?”

“I think I could get her in ten days,” I smirked. He looked at me in surprise for a few moments before he chuckled.

“Whatever you say…”

I leaned my head back and looked at the spot she was usually hiding at. Only a few of my men were still searching the roof for any more clues. She was not there. Of course she wouldn’t be there, she’s too smart for this. I like this game we’re playing. We will see who gets who first.

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You lied. It was actually a really big disadvantage that now he knew what you looked like. You can’t just waltz into his office like nothing happened. That’s why you hijacked this cleaning company’s van. How convenient that they came to clean the building at this hour. You undressed one of the men quickly and put on his uniform. Taking the tools, you looked around and got out of the van. The guard at the door let you in easily not even looking at the photo on the ID. Lucky you. Now you only need to get to the roof. You noticed from the outside that there was practically no lights on in the building, including his office. It was on the 4th floor from the top. You didn’t want to draw any suspicion going through the doors that will probably be locked anyway and decided that the other easiest way would be through the window. You threw the disguise you wore aside as soon as a strong gust of wind welcomed you to the roof. You took the rope out and secured it to a metal pipe. You slowly went to the edge and breathed out. You have been on higher places. Doesn’t mean this will be any easier. You gripped the rope tightly, checking for the last time if it was fastened enough and began descending, the darkness of the night covering you. Once you reached his floor you saw the ever familiar desk and chair you have been watching through your scope all this time. You thought about doing this quietly and just cutting out a piece of the window but time was not on your side and you decided to just smash it open. You prepped yourself up and bounced of the window, flying back with as much force as possible. After a few kicks you were finally in, you rolled over avoiding the shards and then quickly stood up. You unlocked yourself from the rope and let it dangle outside while you looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet. You ripped open the locked drawer you remembered he put something in, the last time you watched him. Everything that you needed was inside. A bunch of business plans, weapons, drugs, human imports and exports. Not a simple company after all but they must be real good at this, to hide all of it so well. You should have done this sooner. You spread the papers around, taking ever little detail in, in case something happened and you can’t take them with you. After all, you had a good visual memory, a must for a job like yours. You took out the last folder in the drawer and opened it. It had ‘ANEXIS’ printed on it in bold letters with a confidential stamp on it. What the heck? Why would something like this be here?

“I thought you were looking for this,” you looked up to see the same smug grin from before, approaching the table. He was holding your phone. “Or did you already found what you wanted?” he said, glancing at the papers. In a rush you jumped over the table in an attempt to get your phone back but he evaded you quite easily.

“I knew you would visit. After all I did tell you to come get whatever you want,” he smirked. You clenched your fists and went for his stomach but he caught your hand midway.

“Why so aggressive, dear? I never said I won’t give it back to you,” but you didn’t listen, instead swung your leg at him which he jumped over and took a few steps back, resting against a glass bookcase. You punched the shelf near his face, missing him by a centimetre but breaking the glass in the process. He was better at this then you thought.

“Sehun, what the hell are you doing in here? What’s up with that noise?” another young man walked in through the door and froze in his spot. It was dark but his eyes soon adjusted so he could see the two of you.

“Ah Jongin! Meet-“ Sehun started but you knew if one of them walked in, there are probably more. No use staying here any longer. You ran to opening you made in the window just recently and grabbed onto the rope when Sehun pulled you inside, tugging on it with such force he ripped it off. You watched it fell down to the bottom of the building, as cars alarm’s began ringing, weight like this falling from so high up will do more than just bent your roof. He pushed you to the window but you braced against the glass that was still left with both your legs and your arms. The sharp glass digging into your skin even through your gear.

“Still want to jump? Go ahead,” he mocked. You broke off one of the pieces from the broken window and slashed against his chest but not enough to draw blood. You got yourself in a pretty tricky situation again.

“Dangerous. I like that,” was all he said.

The two men began circling around you. You needed to get rid of the one who just came in first and with all your force you pushed him into the wall, smacking his head against it, hoping he passed out. You turned back to Sehun and switched the glass piece to your other hand. You attacked him straight on, evading his fists the best you could but missing the one directed at your stomach. You fell down to your knees and coughed. It was not everyday someone actually managed to land a blow on you.

“Sorry dear,” he said, coming over. You waited till he was close enough and aimed the shard at his abdomen but he put his hand right in front of it at the last second, saving himself from the deadly blow but the force was so strong it went right through it.

“Ahh fuck,” he shouted, hitting the wall. He gripped the shard and pulled it out from his hand in one go, blood started gushing out from the open wound. You smirked. He won’t be using that hand for a while. You bent down and picked another piece of broken glass, this one was way smaller, but at least there were plenty of them around for you to use. You slowly came up to him. Enjoying the feeling of finally having advantage over him.

“Give it back,” you spoke, aiming the shard to his face. “Or there goes your eye,” you said, now only a step away from him. He chuckled and pretended to pull the phone out from his pocket, when all of a sudden he smacked the sharp piece away and pulled your body to him, your hands on his chest. How he still had so much strength was beyond you. You stirred in his grip trying to get away.

“Now what?” you mocked.

“Now this,” he said, getting a hold of your chin with his healthy hand and roughly clashing his hot lips with yours. You could take in his air as he licked them and nibbled on your bottom one afterwards. You were so shocked you only pushed him away when he grinned against your mouth.

“What the heck are you doing?” you shouted, free from his grasp.

“Distraction,” he smirked and you barely noticed the man, you thought you dealt with before, swing something over your head. You fell to the ground. You could feel the blood dripping down your forehead. Sehun was at your side in seconds. He got your hands behind your back, his knee pressing into you hard and it felt like he will snap your spine in half any minute now. You winced in pain.

“Two against one is not a very fair fight,” you breathed out, a small teasing smile playing on your lips.

“And since when do we play fair? It’s more interesting if you do things dirty from time to time,” he said, tracing the skin on your neck with his fingers. “I’m sorry dear but I never thought you will be the type to like it rough,” he whispered into your ear, his voice dark and low. “And I never wanted for it to end up this way,” he said, now louder. “But you gave me no other choice…”

He pulled you up by the hair and smacked your head against the floor, knocking you out.

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” you heard him coo before you passed out.

9 DAYS LEFT


~ Part 3 ~

A/N: Ahhh I hate when I have to reupload. Anyway, I have decided to turn this one into a series!! And you know what? I even planned out the story from the beginning to the end, something that happens as often as a lunar eclipse 😂 I’m proud of myself 😂 So I guess look forward to the other parts~~

Tasty

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 963

Warnings: implied smut, Dean’s lips, Dean’s moans, Dean (yes, they are all warnings)

Summary: Dean and that damn mouth of his. You just can’t get enough of it.

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been neglecting the requested fics you guys asked for. I just have a lot on my plate right now with writing. Tomorrow I have work and I will be writing all night long. If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

“I’ll bet you taste better than pie.” Dean said from the table besides yours. You groaned and rolled your eyes, setting the book you were reading, down.

“Dean, you just won’t give up, will you?” You asked, looking at him. He’s been hitting on you ever since you moved in with him and Sam. At first, you wanted to see how long you could hold out until he got bored and moved onto another girl but he never did.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Moriarty and Sherlock are out in love with you and play games trying to win you over?

Originally posted by sheldedlex

Reader x Sherlock, Reader x Moriarty

You opened your door, watching as Moriarty walked inside.

“Y/N.” He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. “Did you miss me, love?”

“Jim, what are you doing here?” You closed the door and the two of you walked further into your apartment.

“Oh, you know.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a seat at the kitchen table. “Just wanted to see how my favorite girl is doing.”

“That’s it?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“That’s it.” He confirmed.

“No games with Sherlock.” You pressed on.

Moriarty placed his hand on his heart and gasped, taken aback.

“Y/N, I would never.” He reassured you and stood up, putting his hands on your shoulders. Slowly, he began to turn you in place as the two of you walked to your living room.

You jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

“I wonder who that could be.” You shrugged Jim’s arms off and shot him a look before opening the door.

“Sherlo-”

Sherlock cut you off, running right past you.

“No, please do come in.” You muttered out loud and shut the door behind you. With a sigh, you joined the two masterminds in your kitchen.

“Jim.” You began.

“Starting now I would never.” He told you. “I didn’t get to finish before.”

“You!” Sherlock pointed at Moriarty. “You tricked me!”

Jim rolled his eyes. “It was just a gaaaame, Sherlock. Calm down, you’re just not good enough.”

“What game?” You asked.

“Sherlock thought he deserved you, so we started a little game.” Jim winked at you.

“No.” You blurted out.

“But I-” Sherlock began but you cut him off.

“No, and sit down, Sherlock.” Leaning across the table, you glared at both of the boys. “No games. The last time you two played you little games, London was destroyed.”

“It’s just a little game, Y/N.” Moriarty told you. “Nothing to worry about.”

“If you play your little game, I will throw you a little funeral.” You told them both. “Got it?”

Jim grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it. “Criminal looks good on you, Y/N.”

Sherlock stood up and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Y/N is not a criminal.”

Jim shot you a wink and mouthed, ‘pick you up at eight.’

“I saw that! I can see you!” Sherlock said, frantically.

“Oh what, did you deduce it?” Moriarty asked, sarcastically.

“Yes, yes I did.” Sherlock crossed his arms, growing more agitated with his nemesis.

“Yeah well deduce this!” Jim stuck his middle finger up at Sherlock, before walking over to you and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Dress warm, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Y/N is not going!” Sherlock yelled after Moriarty. “This isn’t over!”

You closed the door behind the two idiots and sat at your kitchen table, wondering what would happen when eight o’clock rolled around.

My brother’s best friend 4 || D.H.

A/N: I hope this turned out alright. There is not much action/ drama but it’s still cute  (I hope so at least). This is the last part.

Word Count: 1.4K

3rd and first perspective

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Originally posted by shinyphan

A short silence followed. The two of them just breathed into the phone.

“What do you mean ‘she is not at my place’?” Phil eventually asked his best friend, trying to remain calm.

“Well, she just isn’t. Why is she not at home?” Dan wanted to know, confusion noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t know, okay? I thought she’d be at yours. Do you think she just left?” Phil was by now enormously worried and Dan could tell.

“Let’s find her.”

After Phil had hung up he immediately called his sister. It rang a few times and then it went to voice mail. He didn’t leave a message instead he just tried to ring her again. Once again no luck.

Y/N would have probably picked up if she weren’t cuddled up on the sofa in her best friend’s living room. The two of them always have girl’s nights whenever one of them feels down. So they watched a Zac Efron movie while eating ice cream at nearly 1 am. Shortly before they turned on the TV, Y/N told Sam everything that had happened and she ensured her that the whole dating Dan thing will surely work out in the end. Meanwhile her phone was in her bag in Sam’s room, out of reach and unable to hear.

“Dan, I called her like 5 times and she didn’t pick up!”

Phil didn’t have the time to even say hello. His sister had never done something like that before.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes.”

Just like Sam earlier that night, Dan came to rescue his best friend. Phil was already waiting in the drive way although it was freezing outside. He immediately jumped into the car when it arrived.

“We should drive through the neighbourhood.” Phil suggested, again without greeting his best friend, there wasn’t enough time for that.

So Dan started driving while Phil hectically stared out of the window and got excited whenever he thought to see somebody move in the dark, but the shadows he saw were just cats.

“This is all your fault” Phil mumbled and Dan couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?! I just kissed her.”

“I know.” Phil breathed in frustration. “It’s not your fault at all.” He then added sounding devastated.

It was silent again in the car, both of them weren’t in the mood to listen to music in a situation like this.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil’s voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

“I was way too rude to you and Y/N. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.” he admitted and could feel a little part of the weight on his shoulders vanish.

“She’s your little sister it’s completely normal to feel the need to protect her.” Dan tried to cheer his best friend up, he was just glad that he was insightful.

“I think I was just shocked to see you two like that. I know that you are not a bad guy but I- I still got so angry at you. I thought you were just sneaking around with her behind my back for fun, but I noticed that she means a lot to you.” Phil couldn’t stop explaining himself and apologizing.

It was all his fault that they had to drive through the whole neighbourhood to search for his sister and he knew that and it crushed him. At first, he thought Dan was the bad guy in this story, but it was actually him. The awareness of that put his stomach in a twist and he fiddled with his hands out of worry.

“Phil, I really like Y/N.” Dan calmly declared and he meant it.

“I know.”

“I should have told you about my feelings for her earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

After driving around the block for more than half an hour Phil had nearly lost all his hope. He leaned his head against the cold class of the car window. His eyes still didn’t leave the pavement.

“Dan?” Phil asked carefully.

“Yes?” his best friend answered. One could tell that Dan was curious by now.

“When you and my sister start dating, promise me to not forget about me.”

At first, Dan thought he was joking but he realized that Phil was being serious.

“Phiiilll, why would we ever do that?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be the third wheel and you two will only hang out with each other. Without me.”

Phil was afraid to finally put his fear into words. It was true, he was afraid of losing both his sister and his best friend and they were the two most important people in his life.

“Nothing is gonna change, we could just hang out together. It’s not like we are just gonna forget you, Phil.”

Phil took a deep breath and felt that he had calmed down a bit now and he felt a lot lighter.

“Do you think we should give up and drive-“ before he was able to finish his sentence he got interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was so loud that it nearly made him jump.

“Hello!” he nearly shouted when he saw the caller ID and immediately picked up.

“Hi, why are you not sleeping?” Y/n asked she sounded confused and tired.

“Sleeping? How am I supposed to sleep when you just ran away?”

“Ran away? I am at Sam’s house.”

Sam’s house. Of course! Phil felt stupid for not thinking about that earlier, she’d always go there for girl’s nights.

“I was so worried about you.” Phil admitted instead of being angry at her. He had already caused enough trouble today and it was not her fault for needing a nice chat with her best friend after all the horrible things he had said.

Phil and I had a long talk after all that happened that night. He sincerely apologized for the way he acted and we went back to normal.

*5 months later*

“Prepare to lose Howell!” I shouted as I pressed play on my controller and started the game.

We were sat in the living room in front of the TV and played video games. At first Dan, Phil and I all played against each other and the best two got into the finale. Dan wasn’t wrong when he said that I’m better at this game than my brother.

“Never in a million years, Little Lester.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but had to grin like a fool anyway.

After a few minutes, it turned out that I was clearly the better player.

“I will never understand how you can be so good at this?” Dan sighed, annoyed that he was going to bitterly lose against me.

“Well, I had the best teacher.” I explained while high fiving my elder brother.

Phil had a huge smile on his face while Dan fake pouted.

“I wouldn’t be that confident of your victory, baby.”

“You are so far behind, it is nearly impossible for you to win.” I grinned amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that either.” Dan said with a smirk and I knew something was off.

In the matter of a second he had taken the controller out of my hand and started tickling me with his huge hands.

I immediately started laughing so hard that I didn’t make a sound anymore. I tried to push him away from me put he had lifted me onto his lap and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I kicked him with my feet.

“ST-OP” I manged to croak in between heavy breaths in desperate need of air.

“Say I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” Dan suggested grinning widely. He stopped tickling me for a second so I could take a breath.

I shook my head no, teasing him.

Dan immediately attacked me with his large hands again, tickling my sides. I squirmed under his touch and felt how my face got red because of the lack of oxygen.

“OKAy! I- I’ll say it. Anything just please stop!” I squealed, giving in.

Dan seemed satisfied and actually stopped. “Let me hear it then.” He said cockily.

“I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” I giggled and Phil who had to witness the whole scene started cracking up.

“Dad jokes? Really, Y/N?” Dan sighed annoyed but he was still smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t love them, Dan.” I chuckled proud of myself.

“I really do love you.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words. He was just too cheesy and cute.

We both leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met. They slowly moved against each other. I ran my hands though his brown hair as his tongue brushed my –

“GUYS! Not when I am here.” Phil complained and acted like he had to cover his eyes.

Problem Solved

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Jeremy has a problem. A huge one. One that consists of a red hoodie and dark perfectly tousled hair and pretty eyes and -

And he’s getting off topic now. He needs to… chill. Okay, no, he just needs to stay calm and think it all thoroughly. He’s probably just been watching too many romance-based porn videos lately or something. Yeah, that’s it. Totally.

Jeremy grips the strap of his backpack tighter as he gets closer to the cafeteria. He needs to push these thoughts to the back of his mind before he sees him. Him who has been practically the only thing on his mind lately. Him with his stupid perfect grin and stupid nice long fingers that would look perfect with his intertwined in them and -

Jesus Christ, this really is becoming a huge problem. He’s got to stop thinking about this before he meets up with him because then his face will automatically go completely red and he’ll ask, “Jeremy, buddy, what’s got you all red?” and how exactly would he respond to that? Spill everything? Lie to him? He couldn’t do that, either of them.

Okay, he’s here, the cafeteria. No more thinking, just…

“Jeremy, buddy! What’s up?” Michael says as he throws an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders. He gestures wildly with a cup of slushie and Jeremy is seriously worried there’s going to be red slush everywhere soon. “You totally missed it, man, all last night I was working on that level I’ve been stuck on for forever — you know what I’m talking about? (Jeremy nods because of course he does) — and then just when I was gonna give up, I tried one last time and I did it! Beat it without breaking a sweat, sorta anyway…”

Michael continues on about the details of how he finally accomplished success and Jeremy just watches him. He notices the way Michael is still enthusiastically moving the hand holding his slushie while his arm is still slung across his shoulders, other hand gripping lightly at Jeremy’s sweater. He can feel a blush coming from that. They continue walking to their usual table and sit down, Michael’s arm going to rest on the table instead of Jeremy’s shoulders. He frowns slightly at that.

That’s also when he remembers that he was supposed to be listening to Michael talking the entire time. Damn him and his runaway thoughts, but can you blame him? He could watch Michael talk for forever and only be focused on the way his eyes sparkle or the way he can notice a few faint freckles here and there.

“Earth to Jeremy! Hello!”

Jeremy is brought back from his thoughts as Michael waves a hand in front of his face.

“You spacing out on me? Rude. Am I really that boring?” Michael jokes.

Jeremy blushes and says quickly, “Dude, no! I was just thinking…”

“What about?”

Jeremy blushes again and looks away as he starts fiddling with his hands. “Uh…nothing interesting. Don’t worry about it.” Why can’t he be calm and cool about it all? Better yet, why can’t he just stop thinking all these things about Michael?

Maybe he doesn’t want to stop, though.

“Whatever, dude. Hey, you want anything from the line? I think they got fries today. The good kind.” Michael says as he starts standing up.

Jeremy nods and goes to follow him. He stops, though, when Michael puts out a hand and starts backing away towards the food line with an “Allow me, Jer-bear.”

Michael shoots him a wide grin when he sees Jeremy blushing lightly at the nickname before he turns around and walks off. Jeremy blushes harder at the grin aimed at him and finds himself frustrated at himself. Michael has smiled and grinned at him a million times, so why is he getting all worked up over them now? Why do feelings about people have to change so much? He groans and lays his head on the lunch table.

He has got to stop thinking about Michael like this.

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They’re hanging out at Michael’s now, school having ended about an hour ago. Michael is currently intensely focused on Donkey Kong 64, the vintage clear controller clasped tightly in his hands. They had been playing Mario Kart 64 together earlier before Jeremy had said that he wanted to take a break. Now he’s just leaning back on his bean bag as he watches the TV screen. Well, he at least looks like he’s watching when in truth he’s not paying attention at all. He’s thinking. Again.

He’s thinking about the way the light from the screen causes shadows to play across Michael’s face. He’s thinking about Michael’s focused stare and the fact that his tongue is peeking out from his lips and oh, man, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Then he’ll start thinking about kissing and making out and… more. Would…

Would Michael ever want to kiss him?

Maybe he’ll only ever feel platonic things towards him. Or maybe Jeremy just isn’t attractive enough? Or confident or cool or…

Jeremy sighs and slips further down on his bean bag. This causes Michael to pause the game and turn towards him.

“Seriously, buddy, what’s up? Something’s been bugging you lately and I’m starting to get a little worried. So, what’s wrong?”

Dammit, he never meant to worry him. He didn’t know he had been so obvious about the fact that something has been bothering him. He runs a hand through his hair and starts, “Well, it’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“Okay, like… there’s this, uh, person? That I like and…”

“Dude, chill, is this about Christine? I know you have a crush on her.”

Jeremy sputters, “No, no, I don’t, uh, have a crush on her! It’s… someone else.”

“You don’t? Okay, then who is she? Come on, you gotta tell me.”

“Well… it’s not exactly a… you shouldn’t use…” Jeremy tries until he finally just practically shouts, “They’re not a girl!” He blushes deeply and covers his face with his hands. “That’s all I’m gonna say.”

He doesn’t hear anything for a minute or two until there’s quiet shuffling of Michael moving on his bean bag. He didn’t realize that he was moving in front of him until he felt hands on his wrists, tugging gently. Jeremy moves his hands away but refuses to look Michael in the eye.

“Jeremy, is that what’s been bothering you so much? Did you think I wouldn’t, like, approve or something? Jeremy, buddy, nothing could stop us from being friends! I’ll support whoever you wanna date, girl or boy.”

Jeremy looks at him at the last bit and swears he can see something there. Something like… hope?

He must be imagining things.

Michael smiles softly at him when they make eye contact. Even though the room is lit up only by the TV, Jeremy could still point out every feature of his face, from the edges of his soft lips to his few freckles. He also realizes that Michael is still holding onto his thin wrists and that at this point they’re just staring at each other and smiling gently. They’re so close now that he can feel Michael’s warm breath and see that his lips are parted just slightly…

His breath hitches as he leans closer, closer, and then…

He’s kissing him.

Jeremy Heere is kissing his best friend of 12 years, Michael Mell.

Holy. Shit.

His lips are soft and everything he imagined they’d be and more. His thoughts have finally stopped and stay that way even when he’s pulling back. He’s blushing so hard as he looks at Michael who’s grinning widely, a blush dusting his cheeks as well.

He figures that it’s safe to say Michael won’t ever only feel platonic things towards him.

Never mind

Synopsis: Peter wants to ask you to the dance, but can never quite finish what he has to say. 

Words: 1.8K 

Warnings: Nothing! This is quite fluffy :) 

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic so please excuse how messy it is! I just kind of came up with the idea for this suddenly and just rolled with it. Hopefully, it isn’t too bad :/. Any feedback would be much appreciated! And if you actually like my writing then I’ll be taking requests :)

“So- I was wondering- if you’d- well- maybe- uh gotothedancewithme?”  

“I’m sorry what was that Peter?” You said as you looked up from your phone. “Michelle was just sending me pictures of her biology notes.”  

Peter sighed and shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N).” He mumbled and quickly away from your locker.  

You looked at him walking away, confused. For the past few days, Peter had been talking to you at the strangest of times.  

Firstly, in History on Monday he leaned over and whispered something in your ear. You had only caught a few words so you had turned around and asked him to repeat what he said. He just shook his head. You shrugged it off and turned back around.  

Next, on Tuesday, you were in Gym class playing dodge ball. Whilst trying to avoid flash’s deadly throws Peter had wandered up behind you.  

“Hey (Y/N) can I ask you something?”  

“You just did.” You said, smiling. “But anyway what’s up?”  

“I was wondering if I- well if you would- only if you want to-” Peter began.  

“HEADS UP!”   

Your hand reached up to your head automatically at the memory. Flash really needs to learn how to throw softer.  

 “Oh my goodness (Y/N)! Are you alright?” Peter exclaimed, hands reaching up to your face.  

“I’m fine, I’m fine Peter.” You replied, walking away to sit on the bench.  

“Are you sure? I feel like Flash meant that for me.” Peter said.  

“Peter don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine!” You assured him.  

You sat down on the bench and Peter sat beside you. His hand reached up and touched your cheek lightly. You looked at him and smiled.  

“What were you saying before Peter?” You asked.  

“Oh right! I was going to ask-”  

“PARKER GET BACK IN THE GAME! YOU DID NOT GET OUT YET!” Coach shouted at Peter.  

Peter sighed and got up and walked back into the game. You wondered what he was going to say when a sharp pain shot through your head and you forgot about Peter for the moment.  

Peter’s sweet words and acts always surprised you. You had been friends since the start of high school and he had been nothing but kind to you. You never argued with him, never got annoyed by him. He was the one you could go to with any problem. And recently he was making your heart flutter. Over the past few weeks, Peter’s touch always caused your cheeks to turn a light shade of red. Whenever you heard his voice you look up automatically in order to find him. His laugh was one of the sweetest things you’d ever heard. Oh, and those eyes. You could just lose yourself in them.  

The bell rang and you were pulled out of your thoughts. You walked down to Chemistry. The class that Peter had tried to ask you something once again.  

Yesterday, on Wednesday afternoon, Peter had partnered up with you in Chemistry to complete the experiment your teacher had set. It was a particularly complicated experiment and you were glad Peter had paired up with you as he was much better at Chemistry than you.  

Halfway through the experiment whilst you were holding a beaker of some kind of dangerous chemical, Peter leaned over and attempted to ask you something once more.  

“Could you have me that beaker you’re holding (Y/N)?”  

“Sure thing Peter. What even is our end goal here?” You asked in a confused voice.  

“Well once I get the right amount of Hydrochloric acid to add to this sodium hydroxide solution, I’ll be able to neutralise the mixture. Cause you know, the hydrogen ions will join with the hydroxide ions to produce water.”  Peter stated confidently.  

You raised an eyebrow and smirked. This boy was way too smart and he knew it.  

“Right… I’m just going to let you stay in charge of this experiment Einstein.” You said.  

Peter blushed and quickly turned back to the experiment to pour the contents of your beaker into the one on the table. The blue mixture turned green which indicated that the experiment had worked. You knew that at least.  

“Well done you two! The first pair done!” Your chemistry teacher said as she walked by your table.  

“I have to say that it was mostly Peter Miss. I’m just his glamorous assistant!” You replied.  

Your teacher chuckled before walking over to the next table. You looked over to Peter to find him already staring. Now it was your turn to blush.  

“What’s up Peter?” You asked quietly.  

“I- um- I’ve been trying to ask for a while but now seems like to the perfect time to ask.” Peter whispered, looking down at his shoes.  

You placed your finger underneath his chin and lifted his head up to he was looking at you properly. He opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the sound of smashing glass from across the classroom. You both turned to see Flash and Ned standing in front of your teacher, having some sort of disagreement over whose fault it was. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Peter.  

“What were you saying, Peter?”  

“Nevermind.” He muttered. “I’m going to go help Ned clear up the mess.”  

Peter walked away from you and over to Ned, who had unfortunately been the one your teacher had deemed responsible for the accident.   

You sighed. Now you could only think of the possibilities of what Peter wanted to ask you. Clearly, something important if he kept trying to ask you. Last night your imagination had created so many scenarios of what it could be. You had woken up this Thursday morning from a dream of Peter asking you to homecoming. You shook your head at the thought of the dream. Despite the fact that you would happily accept his offer you were sure Peter only saw you as a friend.  He was probably going to ask you to help him create a plan to ask Liz Allen or Michelle to homecoming.  You thought of asking Ned about what Peter keeps trying to ask you. He probably knows.  

As you approached the Chemistry classroom you saw Ned walking up to the classroom as well. You rushed forward and tapped him on the shoulder.  

“Oh hey (Y/N)!” Ned greeted you.  

“Hey Ned. I was wondering if I could ask you something about Peter?” You said.  

“Sure go ahead.” Ned answered, a slightly puzzled look on his face.  

“Well since Monday, Peter has been trying to ask me a question. But I don’t know what that question is because whenever he tries to say it to me something happens and he never finishes what he was going to say.” You explained. “So, I was wondering if you knew what he going to say so I could just give him an answer  when I next see him?”  

“Oh yeah, he wants to know if you’ll go to homecoming with him.” Ned replied casually.  

“WHAT?!” You exclaimed.  

Ned’s eyes widened suddenly, realising what he had just said. You felt your face turning red. Peter wanted to take you to homecoming? He actually wanted to take you? You took a deep breath and looked at Ned, who was looking at you nervously.  

“I was not meant to say that. Please do not tell Peter I told you that!” Ned blurted out.  

“Tell me what?”  

You and Ned both looked around and saw Peter standing beside you a confused look upon his face. You turned around instantly and rushed into the classroom. What on earth were you going to say to him now that you knew what he wanted to ask you? If he wants to take you to homecoming… does that mean he likes you? You sat down in your place and rubbed your temples. This was way too much to take in.  

You froze as you felt Peter take his place next to you. You pretended to be looking down at some random notes in your chemistry book.  

“Are those notes really that interesting?” You heard Peter ask jokingly.  

You shook your head, not looking up. Peter sighed. He needed to ask you to homecoming before the day ends. He had tried to ask you this morning but you hadn’t heard him once again. Something always happened or got in the way of him asking you. He wanted to take you so badly. It could be the night that he asks you to be his girlfriend. Peter had wanted you to be his since the day of decathlon nationals. Neither of you could sleep the night before the day of the competition, so you decided to take a midnight swim in the hotel pool. That night was one of the best moments in his life. From the moment you walked out of your hotel room in a deep purple swimsuit that accentuated your body in all the right places he hadn’t been able to look at you without the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He remembered when you had been too scared to let go of the edge of the pool at the deeper end, so he placed his hands around your waist and held you close as you floated in the pool. Peter replayed that moment in his head more than enough times. He wanted to hold you that close again. He had to hold you that close again.  

“Peter?”  

“What is it (Y/N)?” Peter asked, turning to you.  

“My answer is yes.” You said, your cheeks heating up.  

“Huh?” Peter looked at you with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”  

“The question you’ve been trying to ask me over the past couple of days. My answer is yes.”  

Peter’s face turned as red as you imagined yours currently was. His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes were wide. You smiled sweetly at him, hoping that he hadn’t changed his mind about taking you to homecoming.  

“How did you-” Peter began.  

“Ned. You know he can’t keep a secret.” You interrupted him, laughing lightly.  

“I don’t know whether to thank him or punch him right now.” Peter glared over at Ned who was currently having some sort of heated discussion with Flash, whilst Michelle filmed it.  

“I- uh-  hope the offer is still available.” You said.  

Peter turned back to you, a huge grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. Peter kissed your hand gently and you felt your face heat up. You lowered your hand down from Peter’s face and leaned in slowly. Peter froze, as you pressed your lips against his. Peter’s eyes were wide but they quickly closed as he felt your start to pull away. He placed his hand on your neck and held you in your place. You tasted a mixture of peppermint and apple on Peter’s lips whilst his free hand made its way to your waist. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.  

“The offer is definitely still available.”

Cheerleader || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Hi ! Could you possibly write an imagine, where the reader is a part of those ‘popular kids’ clique and river vixens, but she is very kind and helpful, and Jughead had a huge crush on her, but he always thinks he don’t have a chance, but one day, when he comes to a football game just to look at her performance, she notices him, and invite him to a date ? ^^

A/N: Thanks for sending this prompt in! It was a fun one to write!

Gif by @matthewsjosh

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You had talked him once. One time! 

Jughead groaned as he sat back in the booth at Pop’s. For the second time ever, he couldn’t write. His mind was filled with thoughts of you and the first time he saw you. It was also the first time he couldn’t focus enough to continue writing his novel.

It happened last month during English class. Jughead had gotten to class early (as he usually did) so he could work on his writing. He gave a quick nod to his teacher before sitting in his seat, pulling his laptop out and starting to write. He had just started focusing on what he was writing when you came in.

“Hi, Mr. Butler,” you said. “I’m here to take that quiz I missed Friday?”

Jughead’s heart stopped when he saw you. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life. 

Why hadn’t he seen you before? 

You must’ve been in the afternoon class.

“Sure, Ms. L/N,”  your teacher said, pulling out the quiz. “You can take a seat in front of Jughead there.” he said, pointing to Jughead.

Jughead stiffened in his chair as you made your way over to him.

“Hi!” you said, smiling brightly as you took a seat in front of him.

Jughead could only manage a quiet,

“Hello.”

“Do you have a pencil I could borrow?” you asked.

Jughead willed his frozen body to move as he dug through his backpack, looking for a pencil. He gave you the only one he had, the rattiest pencil anyone had ever seen, but you took it gratefully with a sweet,

“Thank you.”

The rest of the period, Jughead couldn’t focus. He couldn’t will himself to write. By the time the bell rang, Jughead realized he had stared off into space for forty minutes, just thinking about you and the fact that you were sitting in front of him. You turned around again, giving Jughead back his pencil.

“Thanks again,” you said as you got up. “I appreciate it.” 

“No problem.” Jughead croaked back.

“Ms. L/N.” your teacher called.

You turned back to him.

“You excited for the game on Saturday?”

You nodded furiously.

“Of course!” you chirped. “The Vixens and I have been practicing nonstop.” you said before launching into a whole story about what happened the other day during cheerleading practice.

Jughead however had zoned out. His heart had fallen when you said that you were a River Vixen. Of course you were. Why wouldn’t you be? He sighed as he sat back in his chair, knowing he had no chance with you. Girls like you didn’t go out with guys like him. It’s just not how it worked.

Jughead sighed, the memory fading away. That was the only time he had ever spoken to you. He caught glimpses of you in the hallway after that but in general, your contact was pretty limited. Realizing he wasn’t going to get any writing done, he closed his laptop with a heavy sigh and looked at his watch.

7:57.

His eyes popped open. The game started in three minutes! Jughead quickly put his stuff away before rushing out of the diner. His bag flopped around as he ran all the way to the high school, arriving just after the coin toss. He made his way around the bleachers and leaned back on them, catching his breath.

Since that day in class and despite the fact that Jughead knew you would never go out with him, Jughead had attended all your games at home and away (getting rides from Archie when needed and lamely making up excuses about having to write about football games for the Blue & Gold.) All these games and he couldn’t find the courage to talk to you. Jughead Jones III had fallen in love with you, and he had fallen hard.

He heard the whistle of the referee as the game began, but his eyes were only on you. The first two quarters flew by as he watched you cheer, feeling like he was watching an angel. When the whistle was blown again, signaling the end of the second quarter and the beginning of halftime, you looked over at him.

You caught Jughead’s gaze and he quickly looked away, embarrassed.

Damnit.

He saw you say something quickly to your friends before you began making your way over to him. Jughead froze and his heart nearly stopped as his brain screamed at him,

“No! You idiot! Why did you have to look at her?! Great. Just great.”

Jughead wanted to run away but he was frozen in place. He was trapped. He was swallowed the lump in his throat as you got closer and closer to him. The only thing he could manage to do was clear his throat and cross his arms, looking down.

“Hey!” you said, beaming as you reached the raven-haired teen.

Jughead blushed deeply.

That wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Hello.” he said softly.

Despite his shyness, your beaming smile didn’t falter.

“Jughead, right?” you asked.

Jughead nodded. His felt his heart picking up speed and his breath leave his body as he looked at you. You were stunning.

“Yeah, that’s me.” he said, finding his voice.

You smiled softly at the shy teenager.

“Well, um, I was wondering…” you began.

Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone. 

Why were you so nervous?

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date sometime?” you asked hopefully.

Jughead’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Wait, what?!

“I-I understand if you don’t want to—”

“No!” Jughead blurted out.

You rose your eyebrows at his outburst and smirked.

“Uh,” Jughead began, clearing his throat again. “I-I’d love to.”

You began beaming again and Jughead found himself smiling bashfully.

“Great! Pop’s? After the game tonight? We can walk there together?” you offered.

Jughead nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good.” he said.

The whistle blew and you looked back towards your cheer squad. You turned back to Jughead.

“I gotta go warm up for the next quarter, but I’ll see you afterwards, okay?” you asked as you began to make your way back.

Jughead nodded again.

“I’ll be here!” he said.

You giggled before jogging off back to your squad. Jughead looked down and smiled.

He couldn’t believe it. He was really going on a date with you! He looked at the countdown clock. Two quarters and ¾ of a halftime to go. He sighed and leaned back against the bleachers again. 

It was going to be the longest wait of his life.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Send feedback!

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Imagine being pregnant with Loki’s child and he would be scared the baby could be a monster like him.

Loki x Reader

Words: 1.031

Warning: angst, fluff?

Requests are open. Gif is not mine xx

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For a week now you felt awful. Every morning you had the feeling you have to throw up soon and you were alternating either cold or hot.

It was a strange feeling, especially when you thought about how rare it was that some of your people went sick. Because of this fact you were worried, but too worried to tell anyone. You didn’t want to get more scared just because your friends or your fiancé Loki knew you felt miserable.

The hiding game found an end when you woke up one morning, feeling like you would die soon and a horrible pain made a way through your belly. Moaning of pain you tried to stand up of your bed, when Loki woke up.

“What’s wrong?,” he asked afraid, when he realized you were in pain.

“I… I don’t know,” you started to cry, couldn’t hold it up anymore, “It feels like I’m gonna die.”
“No…,” Loki sighed afraid and you never had seen him this frightened before. He went pale and in his eyes you saw how he imagined you laying death on the ground. This wasn’t really helpful but anyway he started to scream for help, while he let you sit down again on the bed, where he took you hand in his and felt your forehead.

“You are so cold,” he whispered and when Loki said this it has to mean something, because usually he was the cold one.

“Make it stop, please make it stop,” you whispered heavy breathing and you screamed in pain when the aching feeling grew.

“No, no, no, everything is gonna be alright, love, I am here, everything will be fine,” he tried to calm you, when the guards opened the door, “Help her, she is in pain!” Loki seemed furious and the next thing so saw were darkness.


The pain reduced with time and it felt just like some seconds when you opened your eyes again but you weren’t in your bedroom, you were in another room, a room where usually just injured warriors were.

“Oh you are awake, how are you?” You saw to the young woman next to your bed and your confusion let her smile.

“You are fine, don’t worry.”
“Than why was I in pain?”

“Because of your baby,” she answered with an honest smile and you gasped in shock of this news. You were  pregnant? Immediately you touched your belly but seemed like it was to early too feel something.

“Baby,” You mumbled quietly and had no idea what you should feel more: confused or happy?

“Yeah, it is just a little problematic because of the genes the father brought to the kid, that is why you were so in pain, your body was confused about the whole giants thing, you know?”
“But the baby is healthy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with a smile and you sighed relived and couldn’t help yourself but start to giggle. You were pregnant! Loki and you would get a baby together and this was the thing you always wanted the most. A happy family.

“Does he know?”
“Oh no, I just told him you are fine but I think this is something you should tell him by yourself,” she answered smiling and you nodded and felt exciting when you thought about how Loki’s reaction might be.

“Is there something I should take care of? What if my body…”

“I’ve given you something which should help you. If the pain comes back, just come here as fast as you can,” she comforted you.

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When you entered your bedroom, you weren’t surprised seeing Loki, who sighed relived, when he saw you.

“Y/N,” he breathed with so much love, that you wanted to cry of happiness. Now you two were complete. With a baby you both were a real family and you smiled happily when he hugged you.

“They won’t let me to you… I was so afraid and this woman said you were fine but….”
“Loki, I am fine,” you said and kissed him slightly.

“But what was wrong? You were in pain, I couldn’t do anything…,” he said and kissed you forehead.

“I have great news,” you whispered and put his hand on your belly. His confused look were too cute and you couldn’t help your self but laughing.

“We will get a baby, I’m pregnant,” you explained and he looked more than just shocked and not very happy. What was wrong? Didn’t he want to get a baby? 

“Loki?”

“You are pregnant? With a baby, which has my blood?,” he asked with pain and took his hand away.

“What is your problem? We will be parents!” You felt how tears were filling your eyes but this wasn’t the reaction you expected.

“There is a monster inside you and I should be happy about that?,” he asked like I was crazy and I felt how my heart was breaking when he said this.

“You called our baby a monster?,” you whispered quietly and now you were the one who stepped back.

“No… Y/N, I just wanna say…”
“It’s ok,” you cried and wanted to go away, but he stopped you when he pulled you back.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy but… what if this child…,” he tried you explain himself and you shook your head.

“You aren’t a monster, Loki. This baby won’t be a monster, too. I don’t give a damn fuck what blood this baby has, he will be loved, nothing more is important,” you cried and he hugged you, started kissing your face.

“I’m so in love with you and this child but…”
“Don’t say it. I know everything is gonna be alright,” you whispered and kissed him softly, while he put his hands on your belly.

“So,” he smiled, “you said he will be loved. It is a boy?”

“I have a good feeling about that,” you laughed and knew Loki would still be scared, but this baby won’t be a monster. You were absolutely sure about that!

Drinks & Pranks // Byron Langley

Word Count- 1385

Summary- De-stressing with your best friends ends a bit differently than you expected.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Ugh, only one more day before I’m back to school.. someone end me please. Also, I got four Byron imagines in one day.. ok. Idk if I like this, but I hope someone does.

Requested; Yes, two in one, hope you both like it! (unless one person requested both, then hello, thank you, though I doubt it.. oh well.) x

req; can you do a Byron one where you’ve both liked eachother for a while and it takes a game of never have I ever or spin the bottle for them both to admit it

req;  hey could i request an imagine with byron (if you’re not fed up with him lol)? one where the reader is a good friend of the boys (not a youtuber and not in a relationship with byron) but the fans know about her and ship her a lot with byron, then one morning joe does a prank on byron and then sees someone else laying next to him, turns out it’s the reader and the fans freak out or something? sorry this is very specific you can change anything if you want!

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You groaned as you walked into the living room of Joe’s flat, where all the boys were waiting, alcohol in hand and in a circle. “Again, really?” You asked, rubbing your head in frustration. “Yup.” Joe said, simply. “I hate you all.” You said, plopping down next to Conor and Jack. “C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been overworking yourself like crazy, you need to relax and this is how we’ve chosen to relax.” Conor said, nudging you playfully, but he had a concerned look on his face.

He wasn’t lying, you’d been having a hard time at work lately. You were falling behind, half of your co-workers had decided to take vacation all at once, and majority of the work was being passed to you, as you were the hardest working and most dedicated in your building. “Fine.” You sighed, you couldn’t resist these boys. Besides, Conor was right, you needed to loosen up.

“What game are we playing today, boys?” Joe asked, you gave him a look. “I mean.. queen and peasants!” He corrected, making you and the boys chuckle. “Never have I ever?” Oli suggested, and everyone nodded in agreement. “I’ll start.” Caspar said, sending a smirk Joe’s way. “Never have I ever kiss someone of the same gender.” He said, and Joe and Jack visibly tensed, before each grabbing a shot and downing it. (Yes, I went there. I love Joeck.) Josh and Mikey also downed a shot, but everyone knew they’d done it for a video. Joe cleared his throat. “Right, moving on, Never have I ever..”

The game progressed for awhile, questions and alcohol passing by quickly. “Alright, Y/N. Your turn.” At this point, you weren’t exactly drunk, but you were quite tipsy. That couldn’t be said for the other boys, who were all very drunk. “Never have I ever… Never have I ever called someone the wrong name while hooking up.” You smirked as every boy except one drank. “You’re all idiots.” You laughed, and Byron, who was the only one who didn’t drink, had an amused look on his face as well.

“Byron, have you even had a drink yet?” You asked, confused. He seemed completely sober. “Nope.” He said, and all the guys gawked at him; as everyone had multiple drinks and were completely smashed. “Alright, Byron. Your go, then.” You said, raising your eyebrows. “Never have I ever had sex.” Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Joe dropped his beer bottle, Caspar screamed. “What?!” Everyone exclaimed, Conor looked personally offended. Why? Who knows, it’s drunk Conor.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You asked, and suddenly Byron burst out laughter. “Of course I’m joking, you pricks.” He said, and everyone sighed, relieved. “Oh my god, I thought I was going to have to unfriend you.” Conor slurred, and everyone looked at him oddly. “Unfriend him, Conor?” You teased, and he nodded quickly. “Yes!” He said, not noticing how what he said he didn’t make sense. “Okay, I think it’s time for bed.” You said, a bit concerned of how much alcohol Conor had consumed. He usually wasn’t a lightweight, either, so if Conor was smashed, the rest of the boys probably were too.

“Can we have a sleepover?!” Joe asked, excitedly. Yup, they were smashed, alright. “Only because I’m very worried for all of your conditions right now.” “Yayyy! I dibs the bed with Joe!” Jack said, grabbing Joe’s arm and running off, slamming the door behind them. “Okay then.” You laughed, shaking your head. You got the others situated in the living room; pillows, couches, blankets, etc. You definitely were the ‘mom’ of the group.

Once everyone was asleep, which luckily, wasn’t hard, you got up and began to grab your things. “You can stay as well, if you want.” Byron piped up, walking into the room. You turned to face him, to politely decline, but your jaw fell open and your eyes widened when you saw he was shirtless. You were pretty drunk as well, and it probably was the best to stay, and you both knew it. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea. There’s no more room in the living room, and Mikey’s already on the floor.” You said, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

“You can stay in my room, you know. I’ll stick to my side of the bed, I promise. It’s really late, and you’re obviously drunk.” He said, pointing to his room. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “Y/N, I’d rather share a bed with you and know you’re safe rather than you go home and put yourself at risk. Besides, who said I didn’t want you in my bed?” He said, quietly. You almost choked on the air, and looked at him surprised. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” He stuttered, and you laughed.

You opened your mouth to reply, but a yawn escaped instead. “C’mon, we can discuss this in the morning, if you remember.” Byron said, pulling you to his bedroom. You stole one of his shirts (with his permission, of course) and it hung loosely past your thighs. You climbed into the side opposite Byron, and faced the back towards him. “Goodnight, Byron.” You said, smiling to yourself. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You were fast asleep, dreaming contently, when a blaring air horn sounded through the room. You shot up, eyes wide. “Joe!” Byron said, rubbing a hand on his face. You looked over, to see Joe, jaw dropped, holding his phone, meaning one thing. “You aren’t.. livestreaming, are you?” You asked, mortified. Joe’s face said it all. “I’m so sorry..” He muttered, looking horrified at the camera. “Um, I’ll go.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

“That is not how I wanted to wake up this morning.” You groaned, and then your eyes widened. “Wait, why am I in your bed anyways, Byron!? Did anything..” You asked, surprised. Byron chuckled. “No, Y/N. You were just drunk, and had nowhere to sleep. Nothing happened, don’t worry.” You sighed, a bit relieved, yet a bit disappointed. You really liked Byron, and wouldn’t have minded waking up to that every morning.

“Well we should probably get up and clarify that little uh.. Incident.” You said, sheepishly. “Oh, yeah. Of course.” Byron cleared his throat, rolling out of bed. You threw on the pants you were wearing yesterday, staying in the shirt Byron gave you. You walked out, realizing Joe was still filming his livestream. “Hey, Joe.” You smiled, waving to the livestream comments, which instantly flooded with comments about you and Byron being adorable.

“We aren’t dating, guys.” You said, a hint of disappointment hidden in your voice. “It was just a misunderstanding. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I had a few too many drinks last night, and all the boys took up all the couches and the floor, so Byron was kind enough to let me stay in his room.” You told the livestream, and checked your watch. “Crap! I’m going to be late! I gotta go, thanks for everything boys!” You cursed, grabbing your bag, which you thankfully packed last night, and ran out the door.

Byron came in shortly after you left, having gone straight to the shower. He looked around, confused. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked, rubbing his eyes slightly. “Just missed her, mate. She had to run, she was going to be late to something. Probably more work.” Joe told him, and turned back to his livestream. Byron walked over, reading the comments flying by about him and Y/N and he chuckled.

“No guys, we aren’t dating. I haven’t even asked her out, yet. Don’t get ahead of yourselves.” He winked at the livestream, grabbing an apple and walking back into his room. He left a shocked Joe and exploding viewers, excitement. “Right, well, I think this has been an eventful livestream. Thank you all so much for watching, and I’ll see you soon with another Sugg Sunday special.” He said, turning off his phone. Joe’s prank didn’t quite go to plan, but it sure as hell turned out good for the both of you, and he was satisfied with that. (He also figured, at least now he had some leverage over the two of you for future uses.)