Request:I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.
“You look ridiculous in those shorts”
“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”
He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”
I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes.
“You’re still driving me home right?”
“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”
I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.
“You can never take a car to serious miss.”
“Yeah whatever auto boy”
“Don’t ever say that again please”
We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks.
“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.
“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.
“Hey Jeff” I smile.
“What are you guys up to?”
“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”
“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.
As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball.
“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”
As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.
“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.
“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.
“It’s that obvious huh?”
“Very much so” I laugh.
“What are you guys talking about up there?”
I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.
“Hello,earth to y/l/n”
“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”
He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.
“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”
“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”
“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”
When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming.
“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”
I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.
“Okay, yeah why not.”
Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.
We laugh and he looks down at me.
“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.
“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?”
“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”
I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come.
“Well that’s honest of you.”
“Why thank you miss.”
He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere.
“Shit, its coming down hard!”
I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away.
“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked.
We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house.
“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.”
“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.
“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”
“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.
“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.
“So ask me.”
“Will you go out with me?”
I don’t even have to think to know my answer.
“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.
“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.
• magnus has a pretty good concept of gender and identity. he always has, at least, when it comes to others - reading himself has always been a little harder for him.
• he imagines he’s probably a dude. people have called him a dude up til now, so, theyre probably right. he never really thinks too much on it
• until alex makes a silly comment about “getting together ever thursday to question our gender like a team”. magnus laughs and it makes her smile, but it sticks in his head for a long time. he starts to really wonder what makes someone a man and what makes someone a woman.
• he thinks it might be rude to ask alex, but he cant think of anyone else who would have a better handle on it. he doesnt ask her anyways - he goes to sam. “what makes you a woman?” he asks. she goes quiet for a moment, like she isnt sure. “strength” she answers. “the thing inside me that makes me a woman is my strength.” she shrugs. “its different for everyone.” this wasnt the answer he was expecting and it doesnt help much, but hes glad he asked anyways.
• he goes to hearth next, asks him what makes him a man. hearth signs “rebellion” lazily, then shows the edge of what magnus thinks is a tank top under his shirt. magnus makes a face of confusion and hearth signs “binder.” he shakes his head. “i wont be his sweet little daughter. never.” magnus brings his hand towards his face without thinking about it, signs his thanks. “you always surprise me” he says out loud, almost to himself. hearth shrugs. “i know” he signs.
• magnus is at a loss. he knew gender was confusing, but this? this is ridiculous. neither answer helped him feel anyway towards the other, and maybe that was just the thing - he didnt feel particularly like a boy or a girl. he’s about to go ask blitzen when alex cuts him off.
• “okay, maggie. you and me. we’re settling this.” he doesnt understand what she means until she crosses her arms and says much more quietly “samirah told me.” she tucks a lock of shockingly green hair behind her ear, much more withdrawn than usual. “are you asking for yourself or-” magnus nods immediately. she seems to relax a bit, tenseness leaving her muscles. “oh… i mean. you can talk to me, if you want. if anyone can help you with gender, its me - ive got two of them.” he laughs a little. “practically makes me an expert.” he grins at her and she grins back. they leave for a more private location.
“i just dont get it” magnus admits when they get there. they’re sitting side by side in alex’s room, enjoying the wide open space. theres something sacred and secret about it. something they share. “is it possible to have no gender?” he continues. “is it possible to just… be nothing?”
alex blinks rapidly. “well, sure.”
his head turns towards her quickly, eyes wide. “seriously?”
alex shrugs and says again, “sure. i mean, you arent ‘nothing’ - that would make you agender. neither man nor woman, not nonbinary, and not fluid like me. but not ‘nothing’.”
magnus falls backwards, letting the back of his head touch the ground. he’s staring up but his eyes aren’t seeing. “wow. im.. that? agender?”
alex lays next to him, some of her hair falling over his face. he absent-mindedly blows it away from his mouth and she laughs. “if you think so. you can always… i dunno, try it out and see if its right. i used to think i was only a girl.” she shrugs again. “its okay to be wrong about stuff like this. you find your way to yourself eventually.”
theyre quiet for a moment. then he says “youre being very nice to me right now.”
when he turns his head to see her, he sees shes cracked a wicked smile. “im just warming you up. that way youll never see it coming.”
he raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting just a little. “see what coming?”
alex hums. “it.”
they go back to staring at the expanse of sky above them, both smiling. magnus wasnt sure how he expected the day to go, but this wasnt it. he feels… good. he feels like something has shifted, something that was always meant to be has come to be.
magnus has never noticed it before, but for the first time, things just feel right.
Your blog is simply amazing. I've read all of your prompts and godd I didn't think I could love this pairing more but you've made it possible. I was wondering though. Could you write a fic where they don't know what personal space is.. like they're always graviting towards each other but don't realize it until several people point it out. You would make my day like you did today and put so many smiles on my face and I felt really giddy. Love your work so much 💕
Hey, you’re awesome! Thanks so much love! I love this prompt, I could totally see it happening on the show.
Reaching over to grab a handful of chips out of Betty’s lunch box, Jughead threw his arm over her shoulder, effectively dragging her even tighter against his side.
Kevin elbowed Veronica in the ribs, causing her to turn and raise an eyebrow in annoyance, dramatically throwing his eyes over to the pair he made some sort of quiet noise along the lines of “mmmhmm”
Veronica’s eyes widened at The sight in front of her, Betty leaning into Jughead while his arm was wrapped lazily around her. To anyone else in the world you would think these two were a couple, the level of comfort and intimacy They shared was unbelievable, they didn’t even seem to realize the closeness continuing with their conversations as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Strike two.” Kevin whispered into Veronica’s ear with a wicked smile. She returned it and quickly sent a text to the redhead sitting across from her.
VERONICA: Cheryl, you seeing this?
Cheryl’s eyes turned up from the text on her phone, casting a glance to Betty and jughead
CHERYL: this is totes nothing compared to the walk to physics class.
Veronica laughed out loud remembering the hilarious scene she had watched take place.
Betty and jughead couldn’t seem to stop tripping over each other, every time Betty would move right Jughead was right on her heels, stepping on the backs of her flats, if jughead moved to head the opposite way Betty just so happened to be going the other direction causing at least three collisions in the middle of the halls.
She was silently laughing so hard at the memory tears were streaming down her face.
“You okay Ronnie?” Archie said eyeing her watery eyes and reaching a hand out to wipe a stray tear.
“You’re crying!” Betty jumped up knocking jugheads arm right in his face , causing her to break into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just having….spacial issues.” At this she set off Cheryl and Kevin, they were now laughing equally as hard she was.
“Did I miss the joke?” Jughead said confused
Betty raised an eyebrow as the lunch bell went off “apparently I missed it too.”
Everyone stood to head back inside, feeling slightly high from there five minute long laugh fest
“You guys are so weird.” Betty huffed as she grabbed her bag.
Jughead just shook his head, nudging Betty over so he could walk beside her.
As the group walked to their final class of the day, one of the mathletes accidentally shoved Betty into jugheads arms
“Watch where you’re going! I’m sure solving derivatives can wait.” He snarled towards the tiny freshman.“you okay?” he asked, his arms still comfortably holding her from behind
She nodded, resting her head against his chest.
Veronica stared at the pair, looking around at her swooning friends, she had to get to the bottom of this.
“Okay what’s up with you two, it’s like you can’t be apart for more than three minutes and it’s like gravity keeps pushing you two into each other.” She said sassily
Jughead dropped his arms from her waist and Betty stepped away blushing.
“What are you talking about Ronnie?”
“Oh come on guys, everyone can see it except you two, you’re like destined to be close.” Cheryl answered giddily, she loved a good romance.
“Totally agree, like Romeo and Juliet.” Kevin nodded.
Archie laughed “its totally true, I haven’t seen one of you without the other in weeks.”
Jughead was smiling down at Betty now and she looked up at him with a curious smile
“Whaddaya say bets? We can’t let the universe down can we?” He smirked holding his arm out for her to take.
She laughed loudly, sliding her arm into his.
“You’re so right juggie, physics and all that.” Smiling and holding each other close the couple made their way down the hallway, leaving their friends to stare in shock
The silence was broken when Archie mutter d happily
OKay so I love how I see a bunch of random shit playing overwatch but its always the most obscure nonsensical things that seem to make me laugh more than others.
So the other day I just so happened to be walking back to our point on the event night market map and I walk up to see this Symmetra pestering this enemy Widowmaker at our point. The Widowmaker is on a ledge above this Symmetra who is completely oblivious at first to the symmetra below her. Ether way I swear I see them lock eye contact for a moment, then without ether of them really moving from their spots, the Symmetra spawns just one turret on some sort water/oil? container which the widow promptly destroys. This goes on I swear for a good minute or so of this Symmetra individually spawning one turret that immediately gets destroyed by this widow, I just, I pretty much stopped what I was doing to watch this whole interaction play out. It kinda boggles my mind how enraptured I was watching this whole Symmetra vs Widowmaker interaction play out before me.
I dunno if it made me reflect on life or some nonsense but It certainly made me laugh.I just wanted to share this stupid story. Oh also the Widowmaker did end up killing the Symmetra in the end. It was very lackluster.
BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean
“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue.
“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask
“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help”
It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation.
“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”
“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder
“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room.
Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,
“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”
“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”
He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.
“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.
“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one.
You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned.
“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined
He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,
“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”
“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles
“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.
You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies.
“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends.
“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks
“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.
Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead.
“How was practice?” You ask
“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book.
“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved.
“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him.
“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling.
“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose.
Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book.
“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.
“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan.
“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this”
You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”
“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.”
You nod, “Yeah please”
He smiles, kissing your temple.
“But can we sleep now? I’m tired”
He laughs and strokes the back of your head,
“Sure baby, we can sleep”
Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go.
It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder and walk towards the hall.
But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter.
“PARK JIMIN! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?” You scream
“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing.
Eventually, he calms down and explains.
“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks.
You pull his hands away, frowning.
“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing”
“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.
“Really…?” You ask
You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back.
This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you.
“Huh, What’s wrong darling?”
“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.
He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence.
He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult.
“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.
You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing.
“…What?” You asked, self conscious.
“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you.
The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?”
“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you”
You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour
“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five.
“Lets make this a regular thing”
“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner.
“Oh yeah, you want to start now?”
“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials.
You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you.
“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.
“And what would would that be?” you asked.
“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book”
“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.”
The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot.
But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned.
“Whats so funny?” you grumbled
“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed.
“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.”
“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead.
“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.
(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)
-I find it hard to believe Skulduggery, someone who was married and had a child, would be okay with dating someone he has known since she was 12.
-I mean, Skulduggery wouldn’t have been okay with someone 300+ years older going out with his kid????
-Yeah, Val is technically and adult now, but she’s going to look 18 for the next 50 years.
-And although that doesn’t effect her maturity, people have issues with some relationships in real life that use the excuse, “yeah she look young but she ACTS older”.
-And though she is an adult she has known Skul since she was 12, and if they dated I wouldn’t be able to re-read the books without the thought in my head that Skul was “waiting” for her to grow up.
-That idea freaks me out because it makes the happy, goofy, friendship they had seem almost creepy?? And IT SHOULDN’T ITS WONDERFUL.
-I want to be able to re-read the phrase “his arm encircled her waist” during the time Val was 15/16 without cringing or wrinkling my nose.
-Literally 20000% of Val and Skul’s ‘gang’ wouldn’t be okay with it????
-China? Hate it. Would take it personally. Tanith? Probably pissed off. Ghastly? Would probably not talk to Skul anymore. Gordon? Very, very, angry. Val’s parents? RUN. The remaining Dead Men? They had issues with Skulduggery taking 12 year old Val along as a PARTNER.
-I could just see Skul and Val losing all of their allies and friends because of their romance.
-Valkyrie had a problem with Caelan’s age. The difference between Skul and Val is significantly higher than the Caelan-Val age gap.
-Imagine being young again and not knowing what shipping is. Imagine your 12 year old self finding out Valduggery is canon, and being entirely freaked out about it, because to you, dating someone you know now but will be old enough to date in a decade or so is just…repulsive???
-Imagine 12 year old Valkyrie knowing what was going to happen.
-BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN PLATONIC PARTNERSHIPS SHOULD NOT BE THROWN AWAY WILLY NILLY. Where else have you seen an interesting, different gender, huge age gap, long lasting since childhood, platonic relationship in fiction? Where have you seen it so healthy and based upon mutual respect? WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO GET RID OF SOMETHING SO RARE AND TURN IT INTO SOMETHING SEEN EVERYWHERE??
-Valkyrie’s “I love you.” was SO MUCH MORE than a romantic confession! It was years of built up friendship and trust and dependency, whilst annoying each other, laughing at each other, making sure the other one was okay.
-Platonic I love you’s are SO IMPORTANT! So goddamn important! And should be represented without people talking it as a sign.
-If Alice grew up and was 18 Valkyrie would NOT let her little sister date someone that much older than her. Just saying.
-I just can’t get over the thought of my view on Skulduggery being turned on its head because I feel like he’s been waiting for this 12 year old to grow up. I’d be shocked, I’d be sad, I’d be MAD.
-And yeah Skul may just realise he “likes” Val in “that way” now that she’s older, BUT I like to think he has a stronger moral principle than that. He’s a logical, reasonable, and should be able to put any feelings like that aside in order to protect what him and Val have.
-Not even Vincent Foe, the murderous Nihilist, could justify dating Valkyrie when she was 16 (ish) in The End of the World: “She’s a fine looking girl. If I was a few hundred years younger, I’d be in there like a shot, believe you me.”
-Yeah Val was underage at the time but it still shows how sorcerers treat the significant age gap thing.
-I just don’t know. It would ruin the friendship for me and make me sad.
-The reason why I love SP is because it doesn’t revolve around romance. The romance in SP is like whipped cream on a hot chocolate; not necessary but you’re going to devour it anyway. The romance in SP is complimentary, and was never meant to be the theme the books revolve around. Even Tanith and Ghastly…they had moments, they had seconds…their romance never had a book or chapter purely upon them. And neither should Val and Skul. But its inevitable if they do become canon because the books always revolve around the partnership. But instead partnership would be romance.
-HEALTHY, FUN, HAPPY (eh…ish) AND WELL DEVELOPED PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ARE SACRED AND MUST. BE. PROTECTED.
Request: can you do a jealous tom holland imagine?
Tom was normally a very calm and nonchalant person to be with. The relationship never had bad drama that couldn’t be resolved in a day or two. Before the filming your movie, you don’t even think you can even recall a time he was truly jealous over a guy.
Since the two of you were fairly successful actors, he loved visiting you during filming, just as much as you loved visiting him. Your current movie was your first film that was primarily about a relationship. It was a musical and it circulated a boy and girl in New York meeting and the toils of keeping a relationship.
The costar was great and really professional about the whole thing. You don’t think there would have been a problem if Tom had come to visit on another day. He had surprised you and you thought nothing of it.
The main scene of the day was the kiss in the streets. Tom was aware of the scene and thought it would be okay so an assistant pulled a chair for him behind the cameras.
At first, he only saw how stunning you looked. The dress you were in wasn’t too fancy, but Tom preferred you in your casual attire instead of formal attire. You were absolutely dazzling him without even trying.
A twinge of annoyance didn’t make its presence known until the third take. He furrowed his eyebrows at the feeling and brushed it off. It’s only acting. Tom understands that more than any other boy would.
Using his acting, he acted like the sight of you and your costar kissing didn’t feel as if a knife was in his stomach. By the last take, Tom’s leg was shaking subconsciously. You laughed when you approached him. “You okay there, Tom?” You asked, “You look like you need to use the toilets.”
He glanced down at his leg with confusion. When did he start doing that? Tom awkwardly crossed his leg over the other. “Nope, I’m all good,” he said in a casual tone, “So, done with this scene?”
“Yes, and we’re going out to lunch,” you revealed, “Meaning the all the main characters, if you’re okay with that. I can ditch them if you want.” You laughed at the last part as a joke.
Tom shook his head in what he hoped was nonchalant. “That’s fine,” he smiled to hide his uneasy feeling, “Want to head out soon?” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along so the two of you could catch up with the crew.
The restaurant was nice and large. The cast got a booth and sat down. You sat next to Tom on the edge and your costar sat opposite you by coincidence. The cast included Tom in the conversation, especially since more than half of them loved him as Spiderman in Civil War.
When the conversation changed to the scenes filmed that day, Tom felt the similar feeling in his gut. He decided to ask your costar a bit about himself. “Yeah, I’m from Georgia,” they responded, “I kinda lost my accent when I moved to LA.”
Tom laughed. “It’s hard to ignore my accent.”
“You sounded pretty American in Civil War,” your costar chuckled himself, “Weird that the last two actors for Spiderman have been British. You were great as Spiderman. I loved that homework line.”
“Thanks.” Tom ended the conversation and wanted to kick himself. He probably seemed so jealous. You’d probably be angry at him, since the two of you were actors and understood that costars rarely meant anything.
“What do you think, Tom?” You broke him out of his thoughts.
He almost jumped, asking immediately, “Sorry, what?”
You looked at him strangely before explaining the plans to meet up to go out after filming. Tom forced a smile and agreed pleasantly. The conversation kept moving without another hitch.
It turned out that you were done for the day so you and Tom walked around a bit before going to the hotel and getting changed for the night. You wore a nice party dress that took Tom’s breath away. The plan was to meet the cast members at the club nearby.
The two of you got there before anyone else did so you ordered drinks. Sipping your drink, you eyed Tom. He had been acting strange this whole visit and it worried you slightly. He turned to you with a guilty expression. “Y/N, I’m so sorry how I’ve been acting. It’s been a pleasant visit and I’m just ruining it.”
“What? You’re not ruining anything,” you stated while raising your eyebrow.
He sighed, “Yes, I am. I’ve been acting so jealous since seeing you film that scene and-”
“Jealous?” You repeated, “Tom, you haven’t been acting jealous. I just noticed that you’ve been acting strange. Are you jealous?”
“What? I’ve been so embarrassed by how jealous I was acting.” Tom’s cheeks turned red as he realized that you had no idea how he felt.
There was a pause while you thought of what to say. Finally, you stated, “Please tell me when you feel jealous, since I didn’t even notice. I didn’t even think of a reason for you to feel like that.” You kissed his now deep red cheek and smiled.
At first, Tom was confused. You were kissing another boy for almost thirty minutes. Obviously some negative feelings would arise. He understood what you meant when you pulled him to the dance floor. You, an incredibly beautiful woman, looked past the other attractive people throwing themselves onto you. Out of everyone, you only focused on Tom.
Hi! :) Can you help me out? I'm searching for an original prompt for a first kiss. In my novel it's about two teenage guys, but more general would also be okay. Thanks a lot!
1) The kiss is a messy, graceless, eager thing. Fingers tangled in hair, stifled groans because it seemed impossible that something so simple as lips upon lips could feel like this. He shuffled even closer to deepen the kiss. He’d thought a kiss would leave him satisfied, but now he wants more than ever.
2) The first attempt is so ridiculous that we end up laughing when we bump noses, bumping heads the second time. “Oh for god’s sake, hold still,” he said. He caught hold of my chin, making sure I stayed put, and then leaned in carefully to press a quick, sweet kiss to my mouth. Eyes dark, and cheeks burning. “There.”
3) They approached the kiss one might approach a startled deer - move too fast, with anything other than breathless tentativeness, and the moment might skitter away into the night. It was dark. The thump of the party felt suddenly distant, as if the rest of the world could have vanished. All that was left was the sound of breathing, of hearts pounding, of the cold seeping through his jeans where they sat and the seeming-blazing heat of the fingers that cupped the back of his neck by comparison. His lips were even warmer.
Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy
Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️
You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.
“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.
prompt: the date lol prompt list that i reblogged but don’t know how to insert soz
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
or say other things like,
“Amazing, how you put up with her.”
Or once, when I was crying because my heel broke and it was raining and I lost the paperwork and it was a bad day and I had to be comforted by Trevor, as soon as he left Jason said,
“Had to call your boyfriend to come comfort you? Why’d he leave you here? Cant drive you home to watch cartoons?”
Let’s just say that we both said vile things to each other every time we had a short meeting.
Which brings me to today, where I have to go to a ball for the opening of another company’s new branch. I am here for diplomatic reasons and Bruce was gracious enough to give me a plus one. “Only two of my boys will be attending, feel free to bring someone along.”
I ask Trevor if he wants to come to a work event with me and he says no so I go it alone. When I call Bruce he says that it’s a shame but I am welcome to come over to the manor and carpool with them. He doesn’t say it like that but you get the gist.
It’s a winter ball and I’m wearing this navy/royal blue gown with long sleeves. My hair is that trendy “looks barely wet, out of the shower, but not ugly” kind of look and I pull a nude lip with a golden cut crease. I don’t plan on dancing so I wear one of my taller pairs of heels and drive over to the manor with some paperwork. Work doesn’t rest, does it?
When I get to the manor I have the joy of meeting Alfred again. He allows me inside and tells me that “everyone should be down in ten” and “oh, let me take those files for you, have fun tonight and blame the work papers on me!”
Mr. Wayne is in a tux already standing by the steps ordering Dick and Jason to hurry up and then I see them.
So handsome, Dick is wearing a black and white tux with accents the same colour as my dress and Jason, while I hate to admit it, looks dashing in his black but slightly maroon tinted tux.
“Where’s your date gone? Didn’t have work at the ball to help you with so he didn’t want to come?” (JT)
“Jason Peter, stop that at once.” (BW)
“It’s fine Mr. Wayne. Really, Jason doesn’t know how a proper boyfriend acts so he has to stalk mine.” (Y/n)
“Ooh, burn. Y/n, you look elegant tonight, I’d be happy to accompany you tonight.” (RG)
“Thank you Richard, it seems we make quite the pairing tonight.” (Y/n)
“The blue definitely makes your skin glow,” Dick says, “a dress fitting the woman wearing it.”
“It’s not the dress that makes my skin glow, thank you though. Your flattery is very well appreciated.” I giggle as we make our way into the car.
The drive is not too long, Bruce asked me about work and the recent activities in the work sphere and starts to talk to me about higher positions.
“Oh, Mr. Wayne, are you sure? I am quite young and would not want to upset the older offices that may want the opening.”
“Yeah, she actually just may upset herself, always stressed out enough as it is.” (JT)
“Jason, I think she can handle herself fine, she fits well with the family and there isn’t someone else I trust for this particular role.” (BW)
“I’ll definitely think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning.”
We get to the ball and exit the car. As we waltz our way to our table I have this strange feeling and begin to worry.
“Hey, are you okay?” (RG)
“Oh, Dick, I am fine. I’m just a little queasy.”
“You’ll be fine, you’re probably just hungry. Let’s eat and we both can partner away for dances.” (RG)
“Of course, thanks Dick.” I nuzzle into his arm and let him lead me to the table.
Jason is glaring at Dick and I have no clue why. Does he hate me?
We sit at the table and begin our chat with some of the employees from the other company. They are so fruitful and lively. As we eat, I see something out of the corner of my eye.
“Is that Trevor?” I whisper. No one could hear except for Dick and maybe Jason if he was really listening.
“What?” Dick whispers back.
“Look,” I whisper even quieter than before, “he’s with anothe-”
And he kissed the girl he was with right then.
I gasp and immediately look down as if I was not supposed to see them. My eybrows furrow and I begin to pout.
I excuse my myself and run to the bathroom. I really didn’t want this to happen tonight, not with Jason here. This is embarrassing and making me angry. God, of all days?
“Of all days?” I yell into the bathroom mirror.
Luckily the bathroom was nearly empty and I swiftly left. I can’t stand Trevor. Gosh this is why we had to spend so much time at my work! All these nights he wasn’t spending with me he must have been spending with someone else!
I just entered the doors to the ballroom and quickly my left arm was being pulled and suddenly I was being pulled into an embrace. I am surrounded by the smell of Dicks cologne.
“Hey, how are you holding up?”
Dick smiles at me gently and guides me around the dance floor.
“Ugh, to be honest, not well but I’m going to get through it. I just don’t want to talk to him tonight.”
Dick dips me and we both rotate.
“Is this the first time something has happened like this?”
“Great detective, trying to solve another case?” I tease while swatting his bicep. “I mean, tonight was definitely a wake up moment but I guess I should have seen it all along.”
“Yeah? Jason tells me that you guys were real love birds in the office.”
“Jason talks about me? Haha, how sweet. You could say we were lovebirds, only in the office. I always wondered why he couldn’t stay the night or why we spent little time out of work hours. He was hanging around her during the hours without me. It makes sense now.”
“Don’t worry, you are a real catch, and if I could, I’d ask you out myself.”
“Oh, and why can’t you, billionaire bachelor?”
“Sweetheart, I already know someone who’s got eyes for you.”
The song is about to end,
And Dick bows me goodbye and I’m standing alone on the floor. I see Trevor dancing nearby and I hope he doesn’t see me alone! Oh gosh! What can I do?
There! Is this my only option?
My way out? I can’t believe that this is how I have to do this…
I tug on Jason’s sleeve and quickly switch with the girl he’s dancing with.
“Okay I am so so sorry but it’s an emergency.”
Jason groans and looks away.
“Are you upset with me?” I ask.
We are still dancing and Trevor is nowhere near paying attention to us. Still whispering sweet nothings to his other girlfriend.
I say nothing as we dance and soon Jason is pulling left and right and we sashay around.
“Woah! What are we doing?”
“Well, if you won’t tell me the emergency I am not going to stop having fun.”
“Jason I hate to tell you this, but my boyfriend is over there and I am trying to avoid him, or at least not be seen without a partner while I figure out what to do.”
I start dancing more fearlessly as Jason’s hold on me becomes more secure.
“Why are you trying to avoid him?”
Jason begins to look around and sees how he is acting with that other girl.
“Hey dumbass, don’t make it obvious. He’s cheating on me alright! I thought he didn’t want hang out with me tonight but he already had plans.”
I start to tear up and I slow my dancing.
“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jason strokes the side of my face and lifts my chin.
“I did though, I wasn’t that good of a girlfriend and he needed another one.”
I attempt to look down but Jason doesn’t let me.
Jason guides me to the balcony outside and continues our slow dancing.
“All this attitude and you only show it towards me, why not show it towards him, huh? Does that make me special?”
He smirks and the corners of my lips begin to rise.
“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Todd.”
“Why do you hate me?” He asks with stern eyes.
I was taken aback by that sudden question.
“What? I don’t hate anyone–”
“So why are we like this?”
“Jason, I dislike a lot of aspects of you but-”
“Stop cutting me off and listen you bloke.”
His lips shut in two second and I smile.
“You really want to know the truth?”
“I gotta tell you. The truth will hurt. Especially for a certain little daddy’s boy.”
He pouts and pretends to be upset.
“Okay, its honesty time. I don’t think we have each other a real chance. The first time we met was a disaster and I guess I still carry tensions because you wouldn’t apologize. You can blame my aggression on work or whatever, you were something to take it out on. I guess we were opposites and you know what they say about opposites.”
“That they attract?”
“They have more to fight about.”
We keep dancing in silence until he hand moves from my waist to my back.
“You look gorgeous tonight, just saying.”
“You look somewhat better than how I usually see you, thanks.”
He pretends to be hurt and I chuckle.
“Tell me Jay, why were you so mean to me?”
“Question of the century, why did you not spare me?”
I place me head on his chest and we continue to sway. I’ve almost forgotten what happened with my boyfriend.
“I like fighting with you. You are so cute when you’re mad. I also would like to take this opportunity to ask you out.”
He stares down at me as our dance paused.
I smirk and make my way to the bar, positive that he would follow me.
“Playboy, can’t you see I’m tired of having my heart broken.”
“Bubbling cider, make it two.” He orders the bartender and then looks me dead in the eye. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to try and make you happy.” He proceeds to kiss my hand slowly.
“Cliche, much? Why me?”
I take a sip of my non alcoholic drink (a/n: soz I don’t drink and I don’t know anything about drinks sorry this is bland)
“You are a hard worker, brilliant, beautiful, why wouldn’t I?”
“Alright princess, ever since I met you, I’ve already known a little bit about Bruce’s little miracle worker. I caught you and tried to get you interested by making you a little jealous. It didn’t work, but at least we had a relationship that developed. I’ve been waiting too damn long to ask you this, so I’m asking you now. Will you go out with me?”
I grin, “ Of course, my hero for the night can get a dinner with yours truly.”
“You wanna break up with Trevor first.”
Jason smiles and tips his drink towards the happy couple.
“I forgot all about that, let me.”
I walk over to Trevor and right when he and his partner switch, I slide into his arms.
“Oh! Y/n, I can explain! I-”
“Yea whatever, we are over and I want all my stuff back by Thursday, you can bring them over to the office but be sure to leave it with the receptionist.”
I lean in close to his ear and continue, “Don’t be worried, no harsh feelings. Just don’t expect anything from me ever again. Like helping you explain what I’m about to tell your girl over there.”
His eyes widen and I leave him before he apologized. I then joined his girlfriend in a dance and explain everything. She storms mad at Trevor and leaves with out him, while I, leave with Jason.
“It was fun watching you dance kitten, you are so entertaining.”
He kisses my cheek as we head into the car.
Bruce and Dick are in the car, already sleeping while Jason and I spend the car ride cuddling and catching up on all we missed while we were spending months fighting each other.
It’s going to be a great relationship, sprouted from a coffee spill.
Sometimes I close my eyes and let myself think about what would’ve happened to me if we’d never met. In that blackness of about ten seconds, I see a me who maybe smiles a little more. Maybe her laughs are still light enough to float and she still has legs that race her down the stairs. But she isn’t better than who I’ve become.
Bts reaction to accidently hitting you during an argument:
AH EVERYONE, I promise I am working on your requests, please bear with me a little more. Thanks a lot for your patience.
It was quite rare when civilised, peaceful conversations turned to a heated argument, but no matter how on-the-edge he was, hitting you was never an option for this gentleman. So when his hand collided with your soft frame in the midest of the debate, a little too rough, all thoughts of putting his opinion on the table went straight out of the window and he quickly apologized, promising you to make it up with food, not forgetting to throw you one of his dazzling smiles.
Accidentally hitting you possibly made him even angrier. Because you see, now he feels really guilty, and he can’t let go of his argument that easily so it made him really frustrated. “It was an accident” he’ll say as he pulls you in a sudden embrace, keeping a firm hold on your body. It was his way of saying I am sorry and that was more than enough.
Its like there was no disagreement in the first place. His shriek would startle you more than the painful collusion and let the apologizes decend. Hoseok will ask you to sit down, repeatedly asking you if it hurt, and bearing no mind to the million it’s okays. Finally he is going to give you a soft peck on the lips and laugh his way out of the situation.
For some reason, Suga and Rap mon seem to have similar personalities. When Yoongi held his anger, Namjoon let it all out, “Aish” his scream would only add fuel to the situation, but he will be quick to fix what he caused. Brushing your hair, and attaching his forehead to yours, he will have no problem saying I am sorry and explaining it was just an accident blaming it all on his disastrous clumsiness.
All the members agree that Jimin can be quite terrifying if you pull the wrong strings. You knew and witnessed that, but you also knew that things can never reach the point of physically hurting you. So when he pushed your shoulder non too gently, and you looked quite displeased with the turn the conversation was taking, He’ll stop midsentence, replay what he just did mentally, and whisper, “omg jagiya I am so sorry” of course you knew it was all just an accident but your anger heated face was of no help, you’ll have to smile to him that it was okay and he will laugh his heart out in relief.
Let’s be real here, if you ever fought with taehyung, it will probably be in good humour, over a cute puppy or the best looking member. So when he smacked you, shouting he was more handsome than jungkook, he will be late to realize what he did, panting apologizes between giggles.
He is a man now, he has to put a foot down in this relationship. However, in the process of that loud conversation, what was supposed to be hand slamming the table in frustration turned to something else. He will look at what he just did, not really knowing what to say or do, but when he saw the pain induced tears threatening to spill from your eyes, he will bend down and shower you, and the place he accidentally hit, with open mouthed kisses, promising you that nothing like that will ever happen again.
Take a step back and think. You are wonderful just the way you are, why do you have to be mean to others just to compensate for your lack of self-esteem? You care so much, I know that. But you have to let the others know that as well. You don't need to prove yourself to anyone. You're a hidden gem, aries and let someone find you instead of wrecking the surprise for them. You are loved and you know exactly how to have fun so keep reminding yourself that you are worthy of the adventure your life has to offer.
Get out of your comfort zone and stop caring about what people think. I know that you're the best at giving advice but I think it's about time that someone takes care of you. You are not those stereotypes people try to label you with. You are candid. Don't forget your dreams and keep focusing on how to get there. Be social, let yourself be loved and remember that you can always learn from anyone. You're not alone and people can understand, if you let them in. Take in the sun, try something new and keep in mind the fact that you can live through anything. You represent grace. You are going to be okay.
You have so many interesting things to say and don't let anyone ever shush you. You are a deep thinker, an innovator. Gemini, I know your mind is on overdrive but take a moment to slow down, on your terms. But after that, do as much as you can because you are capable of so much. Be sure of your opinions (stick to them!) and keep looking forward, you moment will come too. Discover yourself, your surroundings and let yourself be immune to all that is superficial. We all know you are authentic so why keep up the mask? We'll love you anyway and perhaps even more. You are going to be okay.
You spread your love so much that at the end of the day, you have none left for yourself. So, when you're down, let yourself be nurtured as much you would nurture someone else. Your voice may be soft but every word has so much meaning. You are so kind, genuinely thoughtful and you are so rare. Keep your purity, don't let corruptions soak in your veins or crawl on your skin. Sometimes, it can be good just to stop caring and to live at the moment. The world's problems are not your responsibility. You are free. Always. You are going to be okay.
Keep being yourself, I like that. But remember, people's opinion about you does not impact your self-worth. You are special and you are whole just by yourself. It's okay to lose your cool sometimes and become humble and silly, it will feel refreshing I promise. You are so brave and one of kind. Keep standing up for what you believe in and never let anyone extinguish your fire. Go get what you want and keep fierce. You are going to be okay.
You are so on top of everything and I admire you for that. I know that things are overwhelming right now but you have to realize that you are powerless to somethings. Live and let live. You are so talented, unique, sensitive, intellectual and grounded, why are you so hard on yourself? You are your very own prized position. Be proud of yourself and keep working hard, it's going to bring you places. Keep being kind and considerate. The fear you feel is only in your head and you hold power over it. You are going to be okay.
I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful you are, so stop trying to please so hard! The people who are truly good for you are the ones you will not compromise yourself for. You are aloud to be unhappy with something and voice your opinion about it. Discover your talents and expose them to the world. Sing, dance, laugh and don't let anyone rain on your parade. You are more than meets the eye libra. You are a force to be reckoned with. You are going to be okay.
Oh boy, there are so many things I want to tell you. I'll start by saying that people care about you as much as you care about them so stop pushing them away. When you're in the dark, let your hand be held. You know you are different but you forget that it's a good thing. You are so loyal but don't be with your demons. You are not who has hurt you so shake that thought out of your head. I love how you are able to strive even when your heart is shattered. Remember what your priorities are and make sure to include yourself. You are going to be okay.
The world is your oyster so never limit yourself to only what is known. Be daring, keep being honest and don't let yourself taken over by things that are simply not worth your time. Be patient and the good things will come. Cherish your freedom and keep that laugh of yours just as loud. Remember your one liners and how many faces you have made smile. Do whatever you want your heart desires and stay candid. You are going to be okay.
You have so many plans and you know exactly how to make them happen. No matter what your achievements are, you will always be successful. Take a minute to look at the beautiful world around you. Show them they were wrong! You are so much more than what they tell you to be. Keep asking questions, competing but keep your mind open. You know that you have an emotional side to yourself and you will feel at piece once you acknowledge it. You are devoted but let someone but just as kind towards you. You are going to be okay.
Keep being weird and not caring about the differences that set you apart from the rest. Your brain holds so much knowledge and wisdom, don't let your pride get in the way of it. You can revolutionize, change the world, modify the norms. You are so peculiar and I know that it's hard to have your interest but I can promise you that if you look at everything without a filter, you will feel at peace. Be the exception to everything. You will be okay.
Always follow your gut. Your thoughts speak nothing but the truth so never put them aside. You are so special already, you don't need to change to fit in. You naturally do. You are an old soul, the one who got away, the one who will take you home. Don't let yourself get taken avantage of, trust yourself and never stop dreaming. Keep doodling and listening. Remember how strong you are, that behind that sweetness hides a layer of tar that you need to discover on your own. You are multi-dimensional. You are going to be okay.
“Tig!” You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath. “Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded. “I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I’m doing most of the work.” Tig shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to be on top.” “I like being in charge.” You smirked. “Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned. “Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you. TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you’d have bruises there tomorrow. You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you. “Ohh baby,” Tig moaned. “Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists. He didn’t try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position . Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them. You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him. He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up. You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you. His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn’t start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control. Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement. “Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands. You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge. Tig could tell you were close and he couldn’t resist any longer. He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles. “Fuck, Tig!” Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure. “Good girl, baby.” You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release. Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did. “Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing. “Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.” You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face. “You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?” “Please, if anything you took advantage of me.” “Yeah, who could resist, huh?” “I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).” You laughed and walked around the bed. “I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower. With your back turned, you didn’t notice the strange expression on his face. When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers. You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully. “You leaving?” “Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.” “Why don’t you just go grab him, he’s in his dorm.” “What?!” You turned to Tig. “He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn’t you say anything?!” “Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?” You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile. “Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.” “I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed. Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?” You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.” Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you later?” “I’ll be here.” Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room. ~
Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out. Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets. He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower. Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.
The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room. “Is my dad here?” It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face. “He could be.” Tig said. “What?” “I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice. “Is this guy serious?” Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically. She turned back to Tig and sighed. “Is Bobby here?” “Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted. “Yeah.” “(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him. She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President. “Hey Clay, is dad here?” “Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.” She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to. Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces. “Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.
Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager. She had accepted the fact that her father hadn’t known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town. It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her. She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay. Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar. “Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn’t know who you were.” She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?” “The man of your dreams.”Tig said. Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly. “Im Tig.” “NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).” She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak. Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).” She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat. “You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?” He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot. “What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked. “Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.” “I wasn’t alone, Juice was h-“ Tig raised a finger, hushing her. “Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy’s here now.” She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink. “Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.” “Oh and wheres that?” She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too. “Away from you.” She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away. Tig might have thought she wasn’t interested, had he not kept his eyes on her. But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.
Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought. He wasn’t used to sharing the bed anyway. At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.
Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room. “Hey you.” You smiled seductively. Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. “Four nights in a row, huh?” You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room. “Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.” Tig smirked and closed the door behind you. “Thought you’d be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.” “Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?” Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don’t talk at all?” You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.” You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you. His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking. He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core. You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck. This time though, he didn’t bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction. “Come on, Trager. I didn’t come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch. “Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed. “Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra. His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his. You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers. Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye. The gaze that met yours frightened you. You’d seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn’t a hunger, it wasn’t desire. it wasn’t just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn’t resist. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties. Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you’d felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more. You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down. He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance. He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut. Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over. The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you. Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection. The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel. Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.
Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed, Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn’t bother Tig, but with you he wouldn’t mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer. “You going to Gems dinner tonight?” You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah, told her Id be there.” “You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.” You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?” “Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.” “Oh,” You frowned. He hadn’t mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.” Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.” You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You know Im leaving soon, right?” “Right, in a month or so.” “No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.” Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?” “I don’t think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it’ll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.” Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.” You stood and leant over him. “We were.” You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently. And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance. The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn’t a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn’t a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn’t a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss. It was a Goodbye kiss. Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he’d never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.
hc's for the paladins reacting to their s/o agreeing after they said "marry me" over something hilariously arbitrary
ITS TOO CUTE STOP IT IM DYING
-It happened after s/o is massaging his shoulders, it just felt so amazing and he was so relaxed he just chuckled and said ‘please marry me’
-He was expecting a chuckle or maybe a playful slap but then they changed the rule books on him and he is petrified
-All his recently loosened muscles are now tense again and his body temperature spikes to a dangerous level
-He gets more flustered than s/o has ever seen. He is suddenly stumbling over his words and giving a nervous broken laugh as he tries to remember how to speak
-He tries to explain that this is not how he planned on purposing, not that he had been planning, but if he did give it any thought which okay maybe he did but nothing he had put into motion and oh god oh god abort mission he can’t handle this
-He only stops his ramblings when s/o kisses him and tells him that they were joking but then Shiro gets oddly quiet and calm again and just blurts out “But … would you ever consider marrying me?” and now its s/o turn to lose all brain function
-He actually said it as an attempt at a joke. They were sparring together and s/o landed a really good hit on him so he blurted out “If you like me that much why don’t you just marry me?”
-When he hears them say yes he drops his guard completely and ends up getting hit in the face HARD
-It ends in a bloody nose and he is actually really glad for the distraction because he seriously lost the ability to talk
-While s/o is fawning over him and his new injury they actually think that they gave him a concussion or something he is so quiet so starts to freak out asking Keith if he needs to go into the healing pod
-Keith ignores all these questions and the first thing he remembers how to say is “When we finally win lets do it.” and s/o is all confused and thinks this confirms their concussion idea but Keith just gets this small smile and shakes his head
-”No I’m serious. After this whole … war or whatever you want to call it is over lets get married”
-She probably said it after several days of no sleep working on some nonsense, like getting her video games to be compatible with the castle’s system
-S/o handed her a tool or brought her a snack and she just blurted it out in a monotone
-S/o probably said yes in the same tone and they just went on with their night until it suddenly occurred to Pidge in the middle of the night where she sits up bolt right in bed screaming “WAIT WHAT”
-Cue running down the hall and shaking s/o awake “okay so you said you would marry me and thats great but how to you feel about marriage??”
-S/O has no recollection of saying anything about it and just wants to go to sleep ‘Pidge go to bed’ ‘Just … give me an answer … please?’ and s/o is shocked by how intense she is with this and it makes them blush
-It leads to a real heart to heart about where they want to go with their relationship in the future and just brings them closer and finally Pidge is able to get a good nights sleep
-He gets into this habit of saying it irnoically just all the time to every small thing that s/o does
-They bring him a drink? ‘Marry me’ They burp in front of him? ‘Marry me’ They were something extra cute? ‘Marry me’ They match puns with him ‘Omg marry me’
-S/o finally decides to flip the tables and next time he says this they get all teary eyed, pull him into a deep kiss and say as sweetly as possible ‘Of course I will marry you~’
-Lance is dead on the scene. He is sweating buckets and his voice is cracking and wow okay this is happening and he knew this would happen one day but god he can’t handle it
-He then flips the tables again! And he gets down on one knee and pulls out this cheap plastic ring from a toy machine and makes a whole show out of asking for their space hand in space marriage (cause its totally different than real marriage)
-S/o learned that day that Lance is actually more prepared to take a joke farther than anyone in the universe
-But its also kind of sweet cause afterwards they are cuddling and laughing and Lance lets it slip that one day he will get them a better ring and its just so sweet and wonderful really
-He is probably super careful about letting things like this slip actually. He takes these things very seriously cause is very much a romantic
-But i can imagine it happening in a super relaxed and intimate setting, like on vacation in the morning with the sunlight shining in on them while they have breakfast in bed and he just sighs after they feed him a piece of fruit and he dreamily says “Marry me~”
-Then there is just silence cause neither of them are sure if he meant it or not, its all held breaths and intensely staring into each others eyes. S/o finally breaks the silence by saying really sweet and shy “I know that wasn’t um real but … if you ever did want to ask … I’d probably say yes”
-Hunk then just smothers s/o in kisses and secretly starts planning how he is actually going to purpose