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The differences between Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Obviously we see Anti and Dark as two similar beings because they’re both the evil counterparts or the demons of two great guys who are best friends. Though I think that they’re also very different for many different reasons. Let’s break it down a little and spot the differences, shall we?

Let’s start with Anti.

Antisepticeye, otherwise known as Jack’s evil counterpart or demon, has made many appearances already - even recently. His look can be interpreted however you want, but he has been portrayed a certain way on the channel for some time now. He seems to look exactly how Jack does whenever he appears. But during one longer appearance, he was seen with all black clothing (a black shirt and ripped jeans) and some ear gauges (you can see this in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video). You could assume that this is Anti’s regular style. We’ve also seen him with black eyes (also in the ‘Say Goodbye’ video) which could possibly mean that he’s a demon.

Anti’s appearances have been brief for the most part. He appears in the form of glitches in Jack’s face cam (you can see a lot of this in Jack’s ‘Five Nights At Freddy’s - Sister Location’ videos) and only stays for a few seconds, though his appearances grew gradually more frequent as the end of October got closer. The only video in which he’s made a longer and much stronger appearance is in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video.

A quick example.

Anti’s voice is also far from normal, as far as we know. It’s very distorted and sounds like there are multiple people speaking at the same time, all in different pitches. This kind of matches his glitchy appearances.

Another thing about him is that he’s very violent. In multiple appearances, Anti has been seen using his fingers as guns and holding them to his head, strangling himself, pulling at his hair or face or mouth, or with blood somewhere on his face. In the ‘Say Goodbye’ video, he even goes as far as making Jack slit his own throat. He’s displayed as a crazy character, even borderline psychotic.

Picture it this way: if Anti was given the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t hesitate. He would use all the pretty little toys he had and make it as enjoyable as possible - for him. He is merciless, violent and crazy and this could be due to Jack’s excessive amount of energy being manifested into something evil. His idea of fun is extremely dangerous, bloody and painful.

So, Anti is practically a psychopath.

Now, onto Dark.

Darkiplier, otherwise known as Mark’s evil counterpart or demon, hasn’t made nearly as many appearances as Anti. There were theories about him in Mark’s earlier videos ‘Don’t Blink’ and ‘Dont Move’, but he’s been nothing more than a theory since then. People came up with their own ideas and conclusions while Anti was around. But he has finally made an appearance in one of the paths you take when you go to Mark’s video, ‘A Date With Markiplier’ (to get to him you have to click ‘Pay’ and then click ‘Horror’. If you want to follow through then you have to click on ‘Freedom’ and finally, kill the guy on ‘Left’.)

So far, his attire is different from Anti’s. Of course, he was wearing the suit that Mark was wearing during the date, but it oddly seemed to suit him (pun intended). Already off the bat, this leads us to think that Dark may prefer cleaner or more professional attire as opposed to black t-shirts and ripped jeans. Another thing is that he seems to like wearing black eyeliner, unless that’s some sort of natural dark circle around his eyes. Either way, creep factor.

Dark’s appearances haven’t been as glitchy as Anti’s. There are a few moments where he’s seemed to glitch out slightly, but for the most part he’s more ‘stable’. Although, there does seem to be some sort of layering effect in his appearances or some sort of 3D filter - like there are duplicates of him. His stance is also very proper, with his hands gingerly held behind his back as he talks. That, and his appearances have been longer than Anti’s. He sticks around to even converse with the viewer, whereas Anti will only stick around for a few seconds in the face cam, just long enough for someone to notice him.

An example for Darky.

Dark’s voice is a lot deeper than Anti’s, kind of like Mark’s is deeper than Jack’s. Though, it’s almost abnormally deep for someone with Mark’s face. It’s also very echoey, as though he was appearing in a vision or a dream.

Now this is where the major difference comes out.

Unlike Anti, Dark looks very calm and reserved. He speaks slowly, carefully and clearly - as though he’s having a conversation with a colleague at work. He doesn’t seem violent in any sort of way and doesn’t imply that he wants to cause harm to anyone. It’s just that his entire demeanor and way of speaking is very … Dark. I guess he lives up to his name. Rather than being crazy and excitable like Anti, he’s just cold and intimidating.

Picture it this way: if Dark also had the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t go about it the same way. He would most likely use his words to slowly drive the person mad, to frighten them out of their skin. His definition of fun wouldn’t be to hear the person’s screams or see a gory scene - no, his fun is all in the scares. Sure, eventually he gets around to the torture, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes to make a mess, you know?

So, Dark is a cold, merciless killer.

Anti and Dark are very similar but also very different, which makes them that much more interesting to observe and analyze. The two of them working together would be the perfect recipe for a vengeful murder. Of course, they’re super fun to watch from afar.

Just don’t piss them off.

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A Sugar Baby’s Guide to a Luxury Wardrobe and Brands

FOLLOW ME ON MY SB INSTA ~ I have like no followers because I just started the account & would love to connect with more sugar sisters on another platform! I will be posting shopping hauls and inspiration photos. There will also be restaurant, bar and club recommendations and travel pics! SISTERS ONLY!!! @citysugarbabe


Disclaimer: This is my own opinion, and you are free to disagree! I am not being sponsored or gifted items by any of these brands (I wish!). I am simply just trying to share some of my style tips based off of my own wardrobe :) xo

Will continue to update as I think of more things! This was just off the top of my head. Feel free to send in suggestions, if I use it I will give you credit when I edit the post! Questions also welcome. 

Although I am relatively new to the sugar bowl, dressing stylishly and well is something I have done all of my life. I hope my advice can help others! A top, big fish SD is going to dress well, and he’s going to want his SB to do the same. You must exude confidence and style for him to want to pursue you. 

If you are a sugar baby looking to build an ultimate, timeless luxury wardrobe look no further - check out my guide below!

Basics:
T-shirts & Tank Tops - ATM (wonderfully flattering, especially for bigger busts), T by Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, James Perse
Jeans - rag&bone/JEAN, J Brand, Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all Mankind, J Brand, Current/Elliott, AG Adriano Goldschmidt. Yes I love my denim :)
Anything with a blatant logo on it like True Religion is a NONO.
Shirts - Equipment
Sweatpants - I used to absolutely detest sweatpants but after seeing photos of Rihanna and Gigi rock them, I’m kind of into it. Have my eye on a pair from Fenty X Puma now!

Lingerie:
Agent Provocateur (DUH) has the most sexy pieces, they make you feel wonderful about yourself, however I would only wear their stuff to show off for my man. Their bras, corsets, bustiers etc. don’t give much support so if you’re just wearing them trying to run errands your boob may pop out of its cup lol! Very annoying to constantly keep having to tuck it back in under your shirt.

I have quite a large bust, so I shop at Journelle, Stella McCartney, Elle Macpherson, Nancymeyer.com and Chantelle because a lot of other nice brands don’t make my size as much (32DD/E) - these are for sexier but still functional pieces.

Calvin Klein and Victoria’s Secret for the most functional underwear.
Hanky Panky has great one size fits most thongs, and Commando for underwear for a tight dress or something that gives NO VPL (visible panty lines!)

Shoes:
Sneakers (for fashion, not the gym) - Golden Goose, Common Projects
Sneakers (for the gym) - Nike
Gianvito Rossi - The new Manolo in my opinion. Not as overdone and not flashy like Louboutins. Wonderfully classic. Something I’d wear to a dream job interview or meeting a boyfriend’s parents.
Louboutins - even though they’re a bit trashy now I still love the sex appeal of a red bottom.. who can resist?
Rochas does beautifully embellished flats that you can wear with a cocktail dress if you aren’t feeling heels!
K. Jacques for flat sandals. Made in St. Tropez but they sell it on Shopbop etc.
Chanel and Lanvin for ballet flats
Love Stuart Weitzman’s highland and lowland boots, even though it seems like everyone and their mother owns a pair. They’re just so flattering and I love that they have them in so many neutral colors.
I like Saint Laurent’s basic flat Chelsea ankle boots. Go with everything in the fall.

Dresses:
Dolce & Gabbana - I LOVE Dolce & Gabbana!! As I said I am quite curvy, and their dresses are absolutely made for my body type.
Cushnie et Ochs - Also sexy AF
Giambattista Valli - When you want to look like an elegant, high fashion flower child
Saint Laurent - SO expensive, more for the extremely thin Kate Moss types, but I just like to look anyways :)
Less expensive but still great: Zimmermann (love Aussie clothing brands), Wheels&Dollbaby, Nicholas, L’Agent, Reformation, For Love & Lemons, Maje

Sweaters:
Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Brunello Cucinelli
J Crew, Joie, Vince and Everlane (cheaper)

Coats/Jackets:
Maxmara for the elegant, most classic pieces EDIT 10/9/2016: Maxmara carries very well-cut and stylishly professional coats. Think Olivia Pope-esque. This is also where Kim K got her iconic camel wrap coat and yes, they still carry it. I have one!
AllSaints for a great rocker chic leather biker jacket - try a mens one to increase the cool factor
Rick Owens - Also great for leather jackets, but more elegant and definitely more expensive 
Chanel: Their tweed jackets and coats are ultimate and so timeless- wear one with a simple white t shirt, jeans and booties to achieve that Parisian je ne sais quoi.
Yves Salomon does a great fur coat, EDIT 10/9/2016: that isn’t AS expensive as other top fur designers… think $5000-$10,000 which is still mega expensive but still far cheaper than J Mendel whose furs can fetch up to 60k (or even more)! and the quality is still great. I used to get Elizabeth and James furs for like a $1000 but tbh they looked cheap. I think if you can’t afford good fur, it’s best to spend on other areas, because cheap fur just makes you look, well, cheap!

Bags:
Chanel. Duh.
Never used to like Gucci but their new horsebit Dionysus bags (in plain suede without the Gucci logo) are to die for
Valentino Rockstud (a little bit passé but I still like mine)
Mansur Gavriel for something timeless and not too flashy
Saint Laurent for a tote bag. If you’re young, in my opinion this is a much better alternative than an Hermes Birkin or Kelly. I think for a young girl to be carrying a Birkin is a little bit… much. Although if you have found an SD who will buy you a Birkin then I say the more power to you, you’re clearly doing much better than me and feel free to ignore my advice - if fact can I have your advice?? lol

EDIT OCT. 9, 2016:

Where do I shop?
Great question - so. many. places.

Online (just google the names, I’m too lazy to hyperlink haha. Maybe another day):

Net-a-porter: love, and they do same-day courier delivery in NYC, London and Hong Kong
Moda Operandi: swoon-worthy site. You can pre-order next season’s clothes custom made for you straight off the runway, and they show up at your door just in time for the season! You put a 50% deposit down when you place the order at first, and pay the rest a few months later when the clothing piece is completed. I trick myself into believing that it’s budgeting, lol.
Farfetch
Shopbop
Revolve Clothing
TheRealReal (You can get some GREAT designer pre-owned and vintage on the cheap here, AND sell your old designer stuff you don’t want anymore! Note they only accept from a preselected list of designers, check that your item’s brand is on the list before sending anything in to sell)
Vestiaire Collective (same as theRealReal)
Forward by Elyse Walker
SSENSE
TheOutNet (Net-a-porter’s sale site. I’ve found some fantastic deals here. But be sure to check everyday because they definitely sell out fast)
Barneys, Saks, Selfridges, Bergdorfs etc. - I know these are department stores, but their websites are surprisingly well-maintained and carry a really good stock of stuff from top designers.

Need a hand (Zach DempseyX Reader )

Originally posted by oliviagrey3

Request; Hey could you do  a  Zach Dempsey smut where you find him jerking off and offer to help him. Also i really love the Musical fingers imagine.Btw I don’t know if you do 13rw Characters but if you don’t you could just turn it into a reggie mantle one Thanks in advance.

A/N; Let me tell you guys how this is another version of this imagine because the first one I  was doing  my computer shut down in the middle of it so I had to  rewrite the whole thing but  yesss   I do 13rw imagines I love that show and all the characters.In other news I write other things not just smut. I can write fluff romance drama just tell me what you want  sis or bro. Idk ask for a part 2 if yah want i lowkey feel this is short but at the same time long idkk

REQUEST ARE OPEN

Warnings;smut,sin, sin,sin ,more sin, jacking off ,blowjobs  blah, blah, blah

Part two

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon one of those day in April when the weather is cooperating. A day meant to go out , the park. shopping , walking  it doesn’t matter as long as you go somewhere to enjoy the weather.Where was I going not anywhere I wished to go. I was walking down the street no not on my way to the park to enjoy this lovely warm weather instead I was stuck studying for a final tomorrow with my study partner Zach Dempsey. Yes you heard right the Zach Dempsey star player of the basketball team.Unlike his teammates he was actually I laid back guy.He knew what mattered.He was pretty smart for a sports guy, He worried about his grades as much as he worried about sports.He wanted to be a biologist or something like that. He told me on one of our study session, I honestly can’t remember correctly maybe I was too busy drooling over the hottie, maybe that’s the problem I’m too  distracted by him. I mean the guy is fit from head to toe, I guess sports really do pay off. Oh if he knew the dreams I have about him and how I fantasize over his lips being on  mine. Zach and I have weird friendship  we are always flirting with each other and making sexual innuendos but we have never made contact that wasn’t just the friend type even though I wished we had. I was early to our study date I was sure Zach wouldn’t mind my parents went out and I didn’t want to be home alone. Zach has texted me earlier to just walk in when I got there. Zach parents were out of town and they took  his little sister with them so it was just going to be me and Zach.I reached the long driveway of the Dempsey home and decided to let myself in.Walking up the driveway I remember all the time Zach has come to open the door for me.How  he’s always wearing a shirt that hugs his bodily perfectly showing off all his muscles and how his sweatpants always hang low on his hips. He looks mesmerizing each time. I reach the door opening it slowly trying to  remember the way to Zach’s room. I’ve been in this house couple of time but the house is a mansion figuring out your way through it is like trying to get out of a maze each time.Making my way up the endless stairs I start to remember the way to his room. When I reach the top of the stairs I hear a something that sounds exactly like a moan. Immediately  I regret my decision of showing up early. What if Zach had someone over? I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.My mind told me to get out of there but my feet wouldn’t listen they had a mind of their own and I slowly walk towards the door Zach moans got louder and I gotta admit they sounded enticing.Tempted to see what was happening inside I decided to look through the breach of the door. The view was captivating and alluring, Zach was pleasing himself his muscles clenching his hair was damped  and little droplets of sweat decorated his forehead and his eyebrows were furrowed.His hand moving up and down his exquisite cock and in that moment I desired that my mouth was his hand. As a gasp left his mouth I couldn’t hold it any longer my heart palpitated and I felt my body heat up the place in between my legs throbbing for attention.A sudden wave of confidence flowed through me as I stepped into the room speaking up.

“ Need a hand “ I say confidently

Zach is shocked he pulls his pants up in one swift movement turning the chair to face the opposite way that i’m standing.

“ wha… what did you say ?” he says stuttering

I start walking towards him “I asked if you needed help with that” I said standing in front of him. I sit on  his lap and slowly kiss his jawline

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“ like I said I could help but only if you want” I swing my legs to straddle him and get close to his ear I start nibbling on it slightly “Let’s be honest Dempsey you want this as much as I do so what are you waiting for” I say and I start kissing his jawline again.He grabs my hips firmly making me me grind on his bulge. I let out a gasp from the sudden contact. we craved each other. I look up at him his eyes darker full of lust the intensity between us growing. He harshly pulls my face to his crashing our lips together  and a surge of electricity runs through me.The kiss was passionate and lustful at the same time. Like we had been waiting for this forever and like it will last for eternity. I pull away short of breath and see Zach smirking.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that for” he says panting.I get on my knees making eye contact with him eager to have his luscious cock in my mouth my core burning with desire at every touch.I glidle my hand across his bulge and he hisses. I massage it slowly through his boxers. The anticipation of having him in my mouth is killing me but I also want to tease him. I slowly pull down his sweats and he kicks them off he’s only in boxers now giving me a better view.I take off his boxers looking up at him and batting my lashes I take him in my hands and he bucks his hips upward putting more of himself in my hand I pump him a few times before putting his savory tip in my mouth  a suck the tip slowly and he lets out a throaty moan. I take him in my mouth as much as I can slowly bobbing my head up and down  he starts thrusting his cock in my mouth making me moan which sends vibrations onto him.He forcefully pulls my hair into a pony tails guiding me. He hits the back of my throat and I gag. I can hear him cursing under his breath and I know he’s close. The view is consuming , he’s furrowing his eyebrows his mouth slightly open letting string of curse words fall from it once in awhile I moan at the thought of having him come undone inside my mouth. I feel him twitch so I moan again. I feel his milky liquid in my mouth and  I greedily savor his taste, his delicious cock still throbbing in my mouth.He lets go of my hair I wipe the corners of my mouth and get up.I sit on his lap again pulling his lips to mine kissing him passionately.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you were such a freak”

he says still short if breath

“Actually there a lot of things you don’t know about me Dempsey” I say smirking.I get up from the chair and start walking towards the door but Zach grabs me and throws me on the bed pinning me down.

“now its my turn to make you feel good” he says kissing my neck

Originally posted by sensuous

So I got bored and checked the weather for both Almaty and St. Petersburg and they're hilariously different so here's an otayuri drabble

Why the hell Yakov was making him practice in this heat, Yuri had no idea. But he hated him for it.

Sure, it wasn’t drastically hot, but 19°C was hot for St. Petersburg, and Yuri could be enjoying the weather if A: it wasn’t so humid, and B: Yakov wasn’t making him practice.

Yuri tipped his head back, the vertebrae in his neck creaking and tense muscles stretching.

“Hey Yakov-”

“Give me a perfect triple axel into a spread eagle and you’re free to go.” The old man told him, drinking from the water bottle handed to him by Lilia.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri said, exasperated. “In this heat?”

“Vitya’s been making Katsuki practice his quads all day, at least I’m not that cruel.” Yakov shrugged.

“Actually, I’m doing this voluntarily.” Yuuri called, taking off and landing a frustratingly perfect quad flip.

“I’ve been trying to make him come home for hours Yakov, this is none of my doing.” Viktor groaned, leaning against the barrier and wiping his brow.

“You said it yourself Vitya,” Yuuri shrugged, pulling off an effortless triple axel into a spread eagle. “I’m going to need to try my best to beat you.”

“I’ve created a monster. I’m doomed.” Viktor sighed defeatedly, gazing at Yuuri.

“And Yurio-” He started, trailing lazily around the rink.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m not stopping until I have both records, so I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Getting cocky, now are we, Katsudon?” Yuri asked, cocking a brow.

“Well it’s not the only thing I’m getting.” Yuuri shrugged, taking off into a perfect quad salchow, winking at Viktor as he landed.

“What the fuck have you done to him, Vitkor?” Yuri asked, slightly disgusted at the innuendo.

“I don’t know!” Viktor said exasperatedly.

“Alright, that’s it.” Yakov sighed. “Katsuki, get your ass out of my rink before you kill yourself.”

“I’m not even tired though.” Yuuri sighed, taking off into a quad loop.

“You’re hell bent on destroying my skaters and I can’t have that. Get out before you hurt yourself.” Yakov said firmly.

“But-”

“Yuuri.” Mila started. “We adore you, you’re sweet and talented and everything but with every jump you land, Yakov pushes us that much harder, so please, for the love of god, get the fuck out of the rink.”

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, finally skating off of the rink, Mila earning an exhausted ‘thank you’ from Viktor, who followed behind Yuuri.

“Yura. Triple axel. Now.” Yakov said firmly, folding his arms.

“Seriously?!”

“Yes. Now.”

“I’d like to see you do it, old man.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms.

“Just do it, Yuri.” Yuuri called. “Anyway, we’re leaving for today, guys.”

“Finally!” Georgi groaned.

“Please take like, the next week off, you’re making us look bad.” Mila joked.

“No actually do, you’re driving me insane.” Yuri called.

“And Yakov said I couldn’t coach anyone.” Viktor smirked, pecking Yuuri on the cheek.

“Just leave already.” Yakov sighed. “Yuri, triple axel. I’m waiting.”

“For fucks sake, do I have to?”

“Do you want to lose the Olympics?”

“… fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”


Yuri unlocked his dorm, dumping his duffle bag at the door and kicking his shoes off. It’d been a week since Yakov and Lilia’s asshole of a son kicked Yuri out of his mother’s house.

He stalked over the mini fridge in the corner of his room, opening it and pulling out a cold can of fanta, wrenching open the tab and flopping down on his bed.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and opening up whatsapp, ignoring the 689 missed texts from the Barcelona GPF group chat and scrolling to Otabek’s contact, selecting video call.

Otabek picked up after around the 3rd ring, and the imagine Yuri was greeted with wasn’t what he expected.

A flushed, tanned, sweaty, muscular chest and a giggling little girl in the background. The camera shakily carried up to Otabek’s face, where it was obvious that he older boy was fast asleep.

“Bekaaaa!” Giggled the little girl, a bony little hand with garish pink nail polish and ratty bracelets pressing down on Otabek’s chest. “Oyanw! Beka! Käne Beka!”

Otabek made a weird noise between a snort and a squawk, eyes snapping open suddenly as he lurched forwards.

“Sälem aytşı Yura!” The little girl giggled.

“Natya…” Otabek murmured groggily. “Nege telefonım bar?” He asked, reaching for the phone and pulling the little girl to the side. “Bul öte jaramsız.” He scolded, blowing a raspberry into the little girl’s cheek.

“Um… is this a bad time?” Yuri asked awkwardly, taking a sip from his soda can. “I can go…”

“Crap! Yura, I forgot. Sorry, I fell asleep and my little sister took my phone-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yuri shrugged. “It’s kinda cute.”

Otabek laughed, ruffling his sister’s messy black hair.

“Sälem Yura!” She grinned, waving at the screen.

“She says hi.” Otabek grinned, translating.

“Hi Natalia.” Yuri smiled, waving back, earning a gap-toothed grin from the little girl.

“Natya, Siz bizden kete alasız ba?” Otabek asked his sister, slipping back into his native tongue.

She nodded, waving at the screen.

“Bayt Yura!” She giggled, running off.

“She’s adorable.” Yuri smiled, sipping from the can again.

“I know.” Otabek grinned.

“Did you teach her to call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“To call me Yura?”

“She’s called you that since she saw you on TV at the Russian Nationals two years ago.”

“Why though?”

“Don’t look at me, she just does.”

Oh, Yuri was look at him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Huh?”

“You’re half naked. At least I think you are… I can only see your chest.”

“I’m wearing underwear if that’s what you’re asking.” Otabek snorted, flashing Yuri a crooked grin.

“Really? No pants?”

“It’s too hot.” Otabek shrugged, reaching for a something offscreen and bringing a glass of water to his lips.

“Seriously? Isn’t it like, 19°C? Kinda pathetic. And that’s coming from a Moscow native.”

“It’s 36°C over here.” Otabek said flatly.

“Damn, your coach makes you practice in that heat?” Yuri asked incredulously.

“Nah. Training’s cancelled. He’s passed out in the porch.”

“Lucky bastard. Yakov’s been forcing me to train.” Yuri huffed.

“Watch your language, Yura. My family is in the vicinity.”

“I’m like 300 miles away they can’t hurt me.”

“My cousin will find you. You know what Aleks is like.”

“And I hope you boys are keeping it PG-13!” Came the call of cousin in the background, causing Otabek to flush slightly.

“ALEKS!”

“I’m just saying! Your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she saw you-”

“Aleks, sabırlılıqtı toqtatıñız Beka!” Came a call.

“Dude I can hear like, your entire family, where are you?”

“In my back yard.” He shrugged, switching the camera so Yuri could get a view of the lush, green garden, and the hammock Otabek was laying in.

“Its huge!” Yuri gasped. “Your family must be loaded!”

“My mother was an Olympic silver medalist. That kind of set us up for quite a while, then I started to send money home whenever I got it.” Otabek shrugged. “Joq, Natya, şlangini tömenge ornatıñız!”

Yuri heard giggling in the background, along with running water. Otabek shifted, the camera shaking a bit as he moved.

“My sister has a hose, I’m going inside.” He explained as a jet of water splashed behind him. “Nope nope nope nope. Not today.”

“Are you afraid of getting wet, Beka?”

“No I just don’t want to get- AH!”

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, cocking an eyebrow at the maniacal cackling heard in the background.

“Yeah, my sister just got me in the ass while I was running inside.”

“Damn, good aim.”

“Yeah,” He said, camera shaking as he went up the stairs, opening the door to his room and pushing in. “Yura?”

“Still here.”

“I’m gonna need to change but I’m too lazy to disconnect the call, can I just put you against a pillow so you don’t see anything?”

“Sure.” Yuri shrugged, tossing his empty soda can into the trash.

The screen went a dark reddish-brown colour as it was pressed against the pillow, the camera suddenly flipping just as the screen went black.

Yuri could see Otabek pull away, turning around and pulling down the damp, dark grey boxers.

What the hell was Yuri supposed to do?!

The rational thing to would be to tell Otabek 'hey the camera accidentally flipped and I can see your ass and probably dick but I’m not sure’, but for some reason Yuri couldn’t speak.

Otabek turned in the direction of the camera, humming to himself as he stopped up the boxers and tossed them into the laundry hamper at the edge of his room, walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers.

Otabek quickly pulled the boxers on, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, putting those on too.

He reached for the camera, which suddenly flipped back to front facing as it was being pulled away from the pillow.

“Sorry I took so long- Yura, are you okay?” Otabek asked, suddenly concerned.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me?” Yuri stammered awkwardly.

“Your face, it’s all… red. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine! I’m just a bit hot and sweaty from practice, I should probably shower.” Yuri said quickly.

“Okay…” Otabek murmured, unconvinced. “If you don’t feel better after the shower, call Viktor or Yuuri or someone like that. And make sure you drink a lot of water. And eat properly. None of that energy bar nonsense-”

“Okay mom, jeez. I’m fine, really.” Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, young man.” Otabek said jokingly.

Yuri rolled his eyes, snorting.

“Bye Beka.”

“I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“I really can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope.”

Yuri laughed, ending the call and flinging his phone onto the other end of the bed and pressing his hands into his face.

Otabek is hung like a fucking horse.

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I just winged it ok sorry

Stress Reliever Part One-Ashton Irwin Smut

Could you do an Ashton smut where you baby sit his kids because he’s so stressed? Business man and wife left him. So of course he needs a stress reliever. And that’s (y/n). She’s a bad bitch😉👏🏻

Hey I’m so sorry this has taken me months to write. I’ve been super busy with school and I’ve honestly also been procrastinating. I hope this is what you were looking for and thanks so much for being my first request.

And please remember that I am open for requests if you have any, just don’t expect them to come out right away.

MASTERLIST

Part Two 


You couldn’t resist the adorable five year old child in front of you. The way her small lips would turn into a pout and her head would tilt slightly to the left made it practically impossible to say no to another serving of ice cream. You were weak, and she knew it too.

She clapped her hands and beamed up at you. Despite the pit in your stomach telling you not to give the adorable devil another serving, you reluctantly handed her another bowl, slightly smaller than the last, filled with chocolate ice cream.

As she scarfed down her second dessert, you checked your phone to see if her father, Ashton had texted you. You had immediately volunteered to babysit his daughter after his job started picking up it’s pace.

He was childhood friends with your older brother so when he complained to your brother about needing a part-time nanny, you actually raised your hand like a school girl. Not only did you love spending time with Ellie, you also needed money for food, being a junior in college.

Although Ashton had a beautiful child and a decent job, you always felt bad for him because he had to grow up faster than anyone you knew. Getting a girl pregnant at age eighteen takes a toll on people. Especially when the girl you impregnate leaves you with a two week year-old baby because she “couldn’t handle being responsible for another human being.”

“I’m tired,” Ellie whined, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. You quickly snapped out of your daze and picked her up.

“Bed time story?” you asked the sleepy toddler. She nodded quickly which made you smile at her eagerness.

Just as her eyes closed you let out a sigh and had just started cleaning up the mess she had made the past few hours when you heard the front door close from within the apartment.

You walked out into the living room to see Ashton looking down at the bills strewn across the kitchen table. “Hey Ash, I just put her to bed.”

A light smile grazed his lips. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

With the small smile on his face you recalled just how attractive he was. His sandy brown hair was long, but still a reasonable length and his light green eyes were always warm. You hadn’t told anyone this, except for your best friend back in high school, but you had always found him attractive.

“Do you want to stay and watch a bit of TV for a little but because I technically said I wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes. O-or if you have to go that’s fine too,” his face grew slightly red.

You laughed, “Yeah sure. How was work?” you asked, moving to sit crisscross on his couch. 

He sat down close to you and sighed, “Actually insane. I feel like I’m in high school all over again. Whatever papers that they give me to complete, they just seem to go unused. It’s like the busy work Mr. Greene would give us. Did you have Mr. Greene?”

You nodded as he grabbed the remote for the television. “Of course. I don’t remember anything from his class because his voice would just put me to sleep,” you both laughed.

“Exactly. That’s like every meeting that I am forced to go to. My boss is practically Mr. Greene and I can never focus because his voice makes me want to fall asleep.”

Deciding to be bold, you placed your hand on his knee and rubbed it soothingly, “Why don’t you just quit? You’re obviously not enjoying it.”

He didn’t seem fazed so you moved your hand up a little further, “Because I need the money. It’s the best job that offers no college experience required.”

Your hand was now slowly caressing his mid-thigh over the pants to his suit. “W-what are you doing?” he asked suddenly, looking down at your hand.

You shrugged and brought your hand up a little higher, “You just seem so stressed and I thought I could maybe help you a little.”

His breath got caught in his throat, “Y-yeah?”

Slowly nodding, you brought you hand on his quickly growing bulge. “Yeah.”

With just the slightest of touches, he quickly inhaled and closed his eyes.

Because he wasn’t denying you, you applied pressure to the tent in his pants which made him groan. 

Slowly, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down achingly slow. “Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered when you palmed him over his boxers.

A small smile stretched across your face as you crawled off of the couch and lowered yourself between his legs.

He visibly gulped, “W-what about your brother?”

While you pulled down his boxers you kept eye contact with him and shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

When his almost fully-erect member was released from its confines, he let out a long breath of air. Without hesitation, you gripped him and slowly tugged upward until he was a moaning mess. “I should come home stressed more often,” he laughed, shakily.

You bit your lip and looked back up at him to see he was staring down at you with hooded eyes. Boldly, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock which caused his eyes to roll back. “Oh shit. Baby, your tongue feels so good,” he whimpered.

Just the sight of him, hair matted, crisp, white shirt with only a few buttons still buttoned, made you wet.

You latched your lips around his tip and wasted no time before sinking your head all the way down his length. He wasn’t the longest you had ever had, but he was definitely the thickest.

His mouth widened considerably at the sight of his member down your throat. “You’re so hot when you suck my cock.”

You moaned at his words, the awkward Ashton now completely gone. The vibrations from your moan caused him to buck his hips. When your throat clenched around him he let out an exasperated grunt.

“I’m so close, fuck!” he moaned when he hit the back of your throat again. “I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, tugging on your hair to pull you up.

“Are you sure?” you asked, surprised that he wanted more than just a blowjob. He nodded frantically and you stood up and walked towards his room. It took him a second to understand what your were doing, but he was soon on your heels.

Once you and Ashton entered his room, you hastily discarded your shirt and leggings. “Lie down,” you demanded.

He obeyed immediately and climbed onto his bed, only wearing his shirt. Your legs quivered at the sight of his member sticking straight up.

When he noticed you looking, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Enjoying the view?”

You rolled your eyes and tugged down your underwear, “Shut up, Irwin.”

His eyes widened when you moved to straddle him, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”

His head shook quickly, “No, I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…” he trailed off.

“Since Ellie came?” He nodded. You leaned down and kissed his lips slowly. “Want me to be slow?”

“Fuck no,” he whined before lining up with your entrance so you could sink down.

Your mouth widened at his width. “Ash,” you moaned. You felt him sit up and lean against the bed frame.

“You feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispered, moving his hands to unbuckle your bra. He hummed when your boobs spilled out of their confines.

Slowly, you raised from his shaft and then quickly sunk back down. “Oh my god,” Ashton whimpered.

You started to grind on his cock, earning more moans from the two of you combined until he forcefully gripped your hips and continuously pulled you down on him.

“Ashton!” you yelled, forgetting about the five year-old not too far away.

He could hardly form a coherent sentence and mostly released loud moans and groans of pleasure.

“You’re so thick, Ash.”

He hummed at the feeling of your chests pressed together. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”

“Are you close?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub figure eights against your clit.

You clenched around him and nodded, “Yes.”

“I could fuck you all day,” he said, bringing his other hand to slap your ass.

Your mouth dropped as that sent you over the edge. You screamed his name repeatedly as the knot inside your stomach burst.

He continued to move your hips until he came in four, hot spurts.

When you had both settled down, he stopped your motion and rested his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses in his wake.

“What does this mean?” you asked him, feeling a little guilty for fucking up your friendship because you knew that after the sex you had just had, you wouldn’t want to remain just friends.

He moved his head to look you in the eyes, “What do you want this to mean?” he asked.

You thought for a minute before responding, “I want this to not be a one-time thing.”

He smiled, “Thank god, I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what to tell your brother when he comes over in a couple minutes to see his baby sister naked, and still on my cock.”


Would ya’ll possibly want a part two or nah?

Cabin// pt.1

genre: smut (in later parts its full on smut, but in this part it’s just kind of like teasing and watching), fluff, friend!au (kind of?), Masturbastion baekhyun.

warning: graphic smut,masturbation,  PLEASE USE CONDOMS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS JUST A FANFIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX

length: idk man, pretty long.

Authors note: Hey so like, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks and I just needed to write it out so… enjoy!

pt: 1

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You looked at him through your window. He was sitting on his bed that was up against his window scrolling through something on his computer. He was your next door neighbor and his room was parallel to yours, so even if you didn’t want to see him, you still could. His name is Baekhyun, and he’s a fucking pain in your ass.

You and Baekhyun met when you were in the 7th grade. His family moved into the house right next to yours and you both were the same age so your parents found it fit to introduce you too. Immediately you realized he didn’t like you, he would tease you or just flat out ignore you for no reason and continued his actions throughout the years of school. Even though he was mean to you, you couldn’t retaliate, it just wasn’t in you. There was something about him, the difference between the Baekhyun you know and the boy you watch through your window.

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Chemistry was probably your least favorite class, for reasons 1. you sat next to Baekhyun and felt like you were always on egg shells, and 2. you just weren’t as interested in Chemistry as the rest of your classes.

“Hey, can you keep for fucking window shut you kept me up all night with your music.” you turned your head to see Baekhyun sitting in his desk right next to yours. “Sorry I was up writing an essay, I didn’t know you could hear it.” You said while looking down at your notes trying to frantically write them down as the teacher was going about lightning speed. “Just close your window tonight so I can actually get some fucking sleep.” he spat back to you while packing up to go our next period.

As you were walking out the door to try to make it to your locker he bluntly stood infront of you blocking your path. “We have the trip up to the cabin in two days.” he said while staring down at you. “Yeah I know.” you said, looking down at the floor to try to avoid eye contact. “This year since my brother and his girlfriend are coming, we have to share a room.” You quickly look up at his words “Don’t look so surprised, just bring your own blanket, I’m not sharing mine with you.” with that he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.

Your families got really close after they moved in next door, even sharing holidays like Christmas and thanksgiving with each other. Every year around the middle of Autumn our families take a trip up to Baekhyun’s family’s cabin in the mountains. You and Baekhyun never had to share a room because you always slept in a room with your sister and he with his brother, but since both our siblings left for college last summer your sister wouldn’t be attending this year. So now, you’re stuck sharing the same room and the same bed with Baekhyun.

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“It gets more and more beautiful every year.” You hear your mom say behind you as you enter the cabin. It is beautiful. The cabin is built with dark stained wood and is flourished with many large windows giving sight to the lake and many trees surrounding it. Its spacious, with 3 decent size bedrooms and a master bedroom in the loft where Baekhyun’s parents sleep.

You make your way to you and Baekhyun’s shared bedroom, setting your things on the bed. “Please try to keep your shit clean.” you hear a voice pipe up from behind you, making you jump. You turn to see Baekhyun in the doorway, his stuff in hand. You take a good look at him.

Mean to you or not, Baekhyun is undeniably beautiful. He has dark brown hair that is messy, but in the best way possible. His eyes are hooded and so dark they’re almost black. He has pink lips that are thin but also somehow plump at the same time. His skin is always a light tan during this time of year making him look like a god that stands before you. He moves from the door frame to his side of the bed, walking with such grace, it takes you everything you have to stop staring at him before he notices. You see him look up at you from the corner of your eye while unpacking. “Did you bring your own blanket?” he says to you and you nod. “Good.” and with that he leaves the room.

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It’s your second night. Last night thing went… how you expected it to. Baekhyun slept as close to the edge as he possibly could and took deep dramatic deep sighs everytime you even attempted to move to get comfortable. Nonetheless sleep wasn’t a thing you really did last night.

You spent most of today reading and on your computer, catching up on the latest shows Netflix had to offer.

“Okay you two, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. Behave yourselves.” Baekhyun’s mom said with her overnight bag in hand. Our parents, and now Baekhyun’s brother being old enough, always go to the ski lodge just about a 30 miles away from the cabin for one night and day during the trip to “have some adult relaxing time”, meaning to freely drink away and eat mediocre sea food for a whole night and day. “Y/n, the keys to the car are on the hook. Don’t go anywhere unless it’s an emergency, understand?” Your Dad told you, putting extra emphasis on anywhere. “Got it. We’ll see you tomorrow night.” You said standing from your seat to give everyone a quick hug goodbye. And they left. Leaving you alone for a whole night, and a whole day with Baekhyun. What are you going to do for that whole time?

You decided since it was late anyway, that going to sleep would be your best option on trying to get through the night. As you entered the room you saw that Baekhyun had the same idea. So you just crawled into bed, willingly letting sleep wash over you.

You woke up about 45 minutes later by your blanket being pulled. You turn over to see Baekhyun as the culprit. “What are you doing?” You ask in a half whisper. Baekhyun responded by scooting closer to you, kind of taking you by surprise. “It’s freezing I can barely feel my toes.” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. As you woke up more you realized you were also freezing. “Okay.” was all you said and you scooted an inch closer to him. You gasped when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. “Sorry, it’s fucking freezing.” he said again. He evenly spread both blankets over the two of you and made sure to wrap his legs around yours. You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do except for to lay there. Minutes passed, and when you saw that he had  finally fallen asleep you relaxed a bit. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some grey sweats, and somehow managed to still look good. His hair was tossed and lips parted as he slept. He had both hands wrapped around your waist joining together at your back while your hands were placed on his chest. He smelled of a husky lavender and his chest felt so prominent under your touch, you laid there feeling how his chest rose and fell. You had never even given him a hug let alone been this close to him before. “You can stop staring at me now and go to sleep.” You heard him saying in a deep sleeping voice. You tensed. How the hell did he know you were staring at him? You didn’t know what to say, “Goodnight.” was all you could manage to get out before trying your best to let sleep take over you once again.

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You woke up to Baekhyun basically suffocating you. His legs locked around yours and his arms constricted around your shoulders and waist. You tried to move but he only shifted a little and squeezed you tighter. “Baekhyun. Baekhyun.” you whispered while tapping his chest a few times. He took a deep breath, finally waking up. “Baekhyun, you’re suffocating me”, he opened his eyes fully and looked down at you. He must’ve found it amusing because he loosened his grip and then let go with a little giggle, “sorry. you’re comfortable.” he spoke in a raspy morning voice, still smiling. Finally able to breath you giggled along, “don’t know if I can say the same about you.” He laughed as he stretched his limbs. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked turning to him.’Holy shit’. Was honestly all you could think as he sat up. The morning light hit him perfectly; his tan skin glowing and arms flexing as he stretched a second time. All you could do was hold your breath and force yourself to rip your eyes away from him. “There’s pancake mix in the pantry, do you want me to make them?” he said as he turned to you with a light smile. It finally occurred to you that he was being nice for once, actually the first time you’ve ever seen him be nice to you. You nod and he gets up, heading to the kitchen. Everything just seemed… brighter.

You take a quick shower before joining Baekhyun in the kitchen. When you entered he was sitting at the small circle table in front of the large window displaying the beautiful redwood trees eating a stack of pancakes. When he looked up at you his eyes traveled up and down your figure, you were wearing a light grey tank top with a pair of pajama pants sitting at your hips. As you saw his actions you felt your face heat up and immediately regretted your choice of clothes. There was another plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice sitting in front of the seat across from him, assuming they’re for you, you walk over and sit down in the small wooden dining chair. “Okay wait. Everyone that has ever ate my pancakes says they’re the best damn pancakes on the planet. So you have to tell me what you think, okay?” His eyes were piercing you with pure anticipation as you took a bite. And then another. And then another. “So?” He looked so nervous for your answer, it was actually quite adorable.  You sighed, “I didn’t want to admit it… but these are the best damn pancakes on the planet.” to say he was smiling ear to ear at your words was an understatement. You took another bite, they really were the best pancakes you had ever eaten. “What do you want to do today?” his words shocked you; sure he had been nice all morning, but you really didn’t expect for it to last throughout the day. “Uhmm, I don’t know. We could go swimming?” You said, taking a swig of orange juice. “Yeah, let me go take a shower. I’ll be like 10 minutes.” he stood from the table bringing his dishes to the sink “don’t worry about that, go shower.” you exclaimed while in mid bite. He gave you a small thanks before heading to the bathroom.

As you were finishing washing the dishes, you couldn’t help but think about how everything felt so flipped. Baekhyun was never nice to you, in fact he had never been nice to you once since the day you met him. Why today? You kept thinking about it as you made your way back to the bedroom. Suddenly the bathroom door in the hall just right to you opens, a wet Baekhyun stands in the frame of the door. His hair was wet and hanging over his right eye and you really couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over the rest of his figure. His towel hung loosely from his hips, he had a six pack like none other. His body was made of pure lean muscle with water droplets traveling down it. When you looked back up to meet his gaze, his lips were curled into a smirk. You hurriedly walked, or practically ran, back to your room. Oh god. OH GOD. The last time you saw Baekhyun shirtless was your last trip to the cabin and he did not have that body, not at all. You could barely breath, not only because his body was heavenly, but because he caught you staring at it. For your own sanity you decided to get ready to go swimming instead of thinking about Baekhyun’s body.

When you finally put on your black bathing suit you put on some jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt over and headed to the living room. Baekhyun was standing there, still with only his towel on, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can put on my trunks. Hold on, I’ll only be a minute.” he said to you while you were basically eyeing the floor down trying to avoid eye contact. He returned about a minute later with black swim trunks and the plain black t-shirt he had worn to bed the night before. “You ready?” to which you nodded.

When you stepped outside Baekhyun started walking the opposite direction of the lake that was no more than 20 feet away. “Where are you going? The lake is right there.” He turned around “you don’t think I know that? Come on.” he gestured for you to follow him and you complied by going to his side to see where he was going to take you.

After about 20 minutes of walking through the literal woods, you came across a beautiful small body of water. On one side it had a wall of rock with moss and water falling from it creating a small water fall. It was surrounded by small flowers and you could see the water was clear and clean. “My brother and I used to come swim here when we were little. I’ve never seen anyone else here, it’s kind of like our secret.” Baekhyun uttered while looking at the water in remembrance. He was the first to remove his shirt and shoes to step into the water and you followed soon after, still taking in the beauty of the scenery around you. When you looked down into the water, Baekhyun was fixated on your body, following every curve until he met your eyes and quickly looked away. Your face was on fire, you quickly stepped into the water so he couldn’t see you. You both had a fun time, swimming around, splashing each other, having an actual good time with Byun Baekhyun.

On your way back to the cabin you realized you had nothing to cook for lunch, “hey I’m gonna go to the grocery store. There’s nothing to eat for lunch, do you want anything specific?” you asked him still walking towards the now visible house. “Get me milky way will you?” you laughed at his choice and quickly ran inside to grab the car keys. “I’m gonna take a nap I’m so tired.” he exclaimed, heading to the room. “Okay, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes. I’ll be quiet when I come in.” He nodded and disappeared into the hallway that leads to the rooms.

On your way back to the cabin pissed that you drove to the store and it ended up being closed due to the fact that it’s Sunday. You cursed yourself as you parked the car. You assumed that Baekhyun had already fell asleep so you walked in as quietly as you could manage. Sitting on the couch, you were about to open your laptop when you heard it. A low moan coming from the bedroom, followed by another soon after. Something brought you to your feet and now you found yourself tiptoeing towards the room. The door was cracked a few inches, giving direct sight to the bed. That’s when you see him. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted allowing more moans to slip past his lips. As your eyes travel farther down you see that his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it at a medium pace. You focus on his cock, the tip is swollen red and glistening from his precum. His slender fingers travel up just to come back down. You should not be watching this, you should not keep watching this. You’re trying to convince yourself to turn around and walk away when your name falls from his lips in a moan. He was thinking of you. He said it again soon followed by another moan. You can’t help the wetness that’s taking over between your legs. Your heartbeat is in your clit, pounding and begging for some friction. You unbutton your shorts and let your hand travel into your panties. You find your clit and sigh as you relieve some tension. ‘This is wrong’ you keep telling yourself, but can’t break your eyes away from the sight in front of you. He speeds up his movements trying to chase his release. Your legs are shaking from how turned on you’ve become, you’ve never wanted someone so badly in your life. Baehyun’s breath become ragged, his hand movements becoming sloppier and sloppier, you’re also on the brink of your release as you rub your clit to try to match the speed of his hand. “Fuckk y/n”, that’s all it takes for you to be covering your mouth trying to ride out your orgasm while watching him the best you can. He releases a series of high pitch moans, and with his head thrown back he cums while moaning your name. When he rides out his release he relaxes, laying there with his eyes closed. You decide that this would be a good time to fake your coming home.

You open and close the front door and make sure to jingle the keys to let him know that you’re home. You hear frantic rustling from the bedroom, until he emerges. “Hey, why are you home so soon? Where my Milky Way?” he stands there with a fake pout and his arms crossed. “ The store was closed because it’s Sunday. I tried to drive around to see if I could find another one that was open but I couldn’t. Guess were having pb&j’s for lunch.” he smiled at the suggestion. “good enough for me.” he departed for the kitchen. “Hey, I thought you were gonna take nap.” you tried to sound like you didn’t know that he was just rubbing one off to you. “Couldn’t sleep.” When you were just about to say something Baekhyun’s phone started to ring.

“Hey mom. Yeah were okay. PB&J’s. We had pancakes. Yes I made the pancakes. We’re doing fine. No were not gonna do that today. Okay Mom. What? Another couple days? Yeah that’s fine. Okay. I love you too. Okay bye.” He ended the call and looked at you, “I guess the lodge is having some kind of autumn retreat, and they all want to stay for a couple more days. So it’s just you and me until Friday.”

You Are My Happily Ever After - Harry Hook x Reader

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Requested:Hi, i was wondering if you could write an imagine about Harry. Where you are jays younger sister and you went to auradon with the vks but dont feel like you fit in and want to go back to the isle. You go back with mal and run into an old friend and crush, Harry Hook. When the others come you help with ben you and jay get into a fight and you stay on the isle with Harry? Sorry its so long. Thank you if you can write this. i love your imagines, thank you for doing what you do!! :)

A/N I’d like to thank @kaylantus for the request. Hope you enjoy !! (:

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Queen Trashmouth / Henry Bowers x Reader / Chapter One

(A/N: hey guys! so I wrote this in second person cuz it felt right, but you’re a particular character, Stacie Tozier of Derry, sister of Richie lol. so that’s kinda weird, but I hope u guys enjoy it anyway!! ❤️)

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You were given the nickname “Trashmouth” first. Your brother simply inherited it.

You were older, anyway. You learned all the bad words, their meanings, and how to use them before he did. Teaching them to Richie was part of the fun. After you’d entered high school, you parents blamed you for riddling Richie’s vocabulary with swear words, and though they were right, you knew the transformation was inevitable. The attitude you both sported made cussing impossible to avoid, and even if you weren’t there to teach him, one way or another, he still would’ve picked up the habit.

Of course, the attitude would get you two into trouble on occasion.

You were walking past the gymnasium just after school got out on a Thursday, the new cold chill of autumn finally giving summer its cue to leave. You shuddered as you walked, thanking the you from this morning for putting on a sweater. Suddenly, in the midst of your stroll, you heard a familiar voice cry out.
“Get the fuck away from me, you assholes!”

Hoping that the voice didn’t belong to who you suspected, you switched directions and turned down the hall, walked out the opened doors, and found your brother up against a brick wall, a flock of boys surrounding him.

As predicted, the notorious Henry Bowers led the attack, holding the youngest Tozier by his white t-shirt collar, one fist free and ready to punch.

You made a beeline to the scene. This hadn’t been the first occasion of Bowers fucking with your brother and his friends; Richie complained about him every week after school. You’d always promised him that if you were ever there, you’d intervene and save him. Now was your chance.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You said, loudly enough for each member of the Bowers gang to turn around and look at you.

Richie turned with a bloody nose, and upon seeing you, he smiled. “Oh, hey, sis.”

As your gaze fell upon the leader of the gang, it seemed as if you were initiated into a sort of staring contest. His piercing blue eyes locked with your golden brown ones, and you couldn’t look away.

Henry was a lot better looking than you remembered him to be. The last time the two of you had ever noticed one another was during middle school, and you’d done your best to fly under the radar since.

You could tell by the gleam in his eyes, somewhere inside his head, he remembered you.

Slowly, the mullet-wearing teen stood up straight, tossing Richie to the ground and onto Patrick Hockstetter’s feet. Richie quickly crawled behind you before Patrick could grab him.

“This little shit is your brother?” Henry asked, a smirk on his face. His eyes danced over your body, up and down again. “I don’t believe it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “What, did the fuckin’ circle jerk get interrupted, Bowers? You and your goons had to fuck up some kid to get off?” You stepped up in front of him, getting close enough to challenge him, but not close enough to get hit.

The boys were like vultures swarming you. Henry simply smiled and cocked an eyebrow, looking at your mouth.

“I get off in better ways than that, princess. Usually involves a slut like you.” Henry stared at you with dangerous suggestion in his eyes, and your breath instantly hitched in your throat. What were you supposed to say to that?

“Usually involves your right hand-” Richie butted in, and you turned your head around to look at him so fast that he jumped, backing a few steps away from you with his hands up.

“You talk real dirty with that pretty little mouth of yours, Tozier.” Bowers continued, moving ever closer. “What else can you do with it?” He asked, and Belch and Patrick chuckled loudly to themselves.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and replied without skipping a beat. “I can use it to talk to your dad. He’s pretty good friends with my dad, actually. I think if I told him that you tried to fuck up my brother’s face, he’d have some choice fucking words for you, too.”

Henry’s smile faded fast, and the boys’ side laughter had silenced. You didn’t know Henry that well, but it was common knowledge that he wasn’t scared of anything but his dad.

He took two big steps forward, and you didn’t move a muscle, nor look away from his stare. His face was only inches apart from yours.

You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating faster out of fear, or because he was so fucking close to you. Maybe both.

“I won’t fuck with your little brother anymore.” Henry said, quietly. He took another look down at your lips, quickly glancing back at your eyes, almost as if hoping it would go unnoticed. It was almost intimate, the way he stared at you.

You were about to pinch yourself in disbelief at the resignation, about to question why it seemed like he wanted to kiss you, why you nearly wanted to kiss him, an asshole delinquent who just gave your brother a bloody nose - but he began to back up, his typical smirk slowly growing on his face once more.

“I won’t have to. I’ve got a new target.” Henry added, and he walked away, the other boys following after him with equally devilish grins.

Flustered, you felt the rush of adrenaline reminding you to stand your ground. You couldn’t believe he was just walking away.

“Yeah? Hit me with your best shot, you fuck! I’ll be ready for you, whenever you wanna fucking try me!” You called after him, and the boys turned around for only a moment. You were frozen, wondering if you were about to eat your words.

The leader gave you one last chilling glare.

“Watch your back.” Henry warned, and the group stalked off and out of view.

You and your brother stood alone, and you drew in a long, deep breath.

“Wow… You just booked a one way ticket to hell on the Mullet express.” Richie quietly mused.

You turned to him, sighing shakily. “Well, I don’t care, I did it for you.” Tenderly, you wiped a small trail of blood from under his right nostril with your thumb. “Dammit, Bowers.” You hissed under your breath.

Richie looked concerned. “I wouldn’t test him too much, Stacie. He’s not afraid to hurt girls. He’s a real ass.”

“I can tell.” You quietly replied.

Walking back home with your arm around your brother, you felt a wave of uneasiness. Were you really destined to be Bowers next victim?

——–

Part Two

The Campus Fuck Boy (G.D)

Summary: Grayson Dolan is the college fuck boy of the century, who also happens to be best friends with your brother. Your brother comes back to town, and you’re expecting some nice brother sister bonding before the first football game at your campus. But instead of bonding with your brother, you end up bonding with someone else instead…

Warnings: Mentions of sex.

A/N: Grayson as a college fuck boy is a concept I will never get over! Sorry for being so shitty with uploading lately! But I promise I’m gonna get my shit together, & start updating some more! Love you! <3


Reader’s POV

It was only the second week of my junior year in college, and I was already hoping for it to be over. I didn’t like any of the professors, and the work load was already ridiculous, and on top of that I was working 2 jobs, to be able to pay rent, and bills. I regret moving out. I mean as much I like my privacy, I do not like paying rent every month. 

“Are you still going to the game tonight?” my friend Jenn asked, as we were walking to the parking lot.

It was the first football game of the season, and I was excited to go. I love football, and we had a pretty good team. Probably because the star quarterback, and his not as douchey twin brother makes sure the team never loses.

“Yeah, Mike’s probably going to come with us.” I said, referring to my brother.

“Mike’s in town?” Jenn asked.

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Heat

Hi sweeties! Hope you’re all doing well! It’s super hot right now and I got a little carried away with writing, so here’s a little smut for you guys to enjoy! Let me know what you think! And if you find the ‘little love’ in there then this means this is for M, my partner in crime on here @thesmutofthemendes xx

She tossed and turned at night, her nightdress drenched, her hair sticking to her sweaty temples.

She groaned, opening the windows but nothing would help. Running her fingers through her long hair she breathed out, trying to cool down but it was in vain. There was no way she would get any sleep tonight.

She glanced at the AC in the suite and sighed seeing that it was showing a temperature of 39°

Damn.

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A Classified Summer - Part One

Summery: When you’re shipped off to stay with your Aunt Pepper and the Avengers in New York for the summer, you weren’t sure what to expect but falling in love with Spider-Man wasn’t one of them.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: None

A/N: So I’m honestly just flowing with creativity and decided to start another mini series but this one with Peter Parker (Tom Holland) as my muse.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

*gif creds to owner*


Your mom said nothing as she drove you to the airport. She only announced yesterday you were being shipped of to New York for the summer to stay with your Aunt Pepper. It was extremely last minute and extremely unnecessary. You knew your parents were long gone and a summer alone fixing things wasn’t going to work but instead you got shipped of to the aunt your mother called snobby and rich. You had not seen your Aunt Pepper since your were a baby because of the distance and your mother never put in the effort to visit. This summer, because of that, was going to be awkward.

All you knew was your Aunt Pepper was now engaged to millionaire and inventor Tony Stark aka Iron Man and that she lived in the Avenger tower with all the other super freaks. Sure you saw them on the news once in a while but other then that you didn’t really pay attention to them.

Your mom was constantly complaining about the Avengers ‘running the world’ but deep down you truly felt they were trying to help. Nevertheless most of the recent world disasters were caused by them so basically they were just cleaning up after themselves aka saving the world.

The car was silent due to the recent blow up you had with your mother. She truly believed she and your father could patch things up during the summer but you thought and expressed otherwise.

Your father had just admitted to having an affair with his assistant at work explaining all the late work nights and business calls during dinner. You found the man disgusting now but your mother claimed to see the man she fell in love with and was willing to take him back to work on their marriage.

You were against cheating and all this. “A summer,” you started breaking the silence. “With my aunt who I never talked to surrounded by the people you call circus freaks while my mother gives a cheating man another chance he doesn’t deserve. Explain to me again why I’m suppose to be happy about this.”

Your mother sighed. “Y/N darling he’s your father and your aunt has more then enough room for you now that she has…”

“Yeah, yeah ‘The Rich Asshole’ I’ve heard before.”

“Just hang around Pepper all summer. I also suggest avoiding the circus freaks unless you want to find yourself in some sort of danger.”

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latimes.com
After a rocky year, Fifth Harmony is in control — and tighter than ever
Fifth Harmony is at a crossroads. Having lost a member in a public fallout right after the group brokeout, the girls are in full control of their sound and brand. Will they finally make it big?
By Gerrick D. Kennedy

Inside a Burbank rehearsal studio, the women of Fifth Harmony — surrounded by the thousands of album booklets they’ve autographed for fans, the most dedicated of whom are known as “Harmonizers” — are having an emoji debate.

They want to use the digital icons to accompany the online reveal of the track list for their upcoming self-titled album, due Aug. 25 via Syco Music/Epic.

Dinah Jane Hansen, 20, suggested a finger pointing downward as a clue for the album’s lead single, “Down,” but the rest weren’t as easy.

“We need to go quicker, guys,” Ally Brooke Hernandez, 24, instructed as they struggled to stifle giggles.

After all, there’s other, more important business for Fifth Harmony to convey in 2017.

“We should mention we wrote most of these,” said Normani Kordei, 21.

Co-writing and ownership of records is a first for these women — since being put together on the U.S. edition of the televised singing competition “The X Factor,” the members of Fifth Harmony, which also includes Lauren Jauregui, 21, have struggled to assert their independence and prove they’re singular artists who are not just a made-for-TV creation.

We’re so in sync, the four of us. When you have a strong unit, there’s no stopping you.

— Lauren Jauregui

That Fifth Harmony even made it to album No. 3 is something of a feat. Just a few months ago, the group was parting ways — acrimoniously — with one of its founding members as rumors of conflict hit a fever pitch.

And yet in recent weeks, the act has filmed two music videos — including a sexy, lo-fi clip for “Angel,” its new single that was produced by Skrillex and carries hip-hop-inflections — and its members are rehearsing for a tour and Fifth Harmony’s debut at the MTV Video Music Awards on Aug. 27.

“It’s the most monumental moment of our careers,” Kordei said. And the turnaround couldn’t have come quicker. Though the act seemed to be coming into its own with last year’s well-received release “7/27,” there was enough behind-the-scenes drama to fill a whole other reality show.

In December, the group appeared to be in crisis when it announced that singer Camila Cabello had exited just hours after a performance.

The group claims Cabello informed them via her representatives that she was out, something Cabello has rebutted.

And then things got messier.

Shortly after news of Cabello’s departure broke, a recording was leaked of Jauregui tearfully telling Hernandez that the group was being treated like “literal slaves.”

They were exhausted from touring — a period in which more than one member lost loved ones — and frustrated by a lack of creative fulfillment. From the beginning, Fifth Harmony has said that it had zero say in collaborators or the creation of its music, often receiving songs the day before studio sessions.

Often, its members say, the anxiety was crippling, and they started to resent performing. The dream of being the preeminent girl group of its generation was proving to be anything but.

We’ve been taking leaps of faiths — and trusting ourselves.

— Dinah Jane Hansen

“We lost the magic of it all,” Hansen added. “We were doing songs just to do songs.”

The magic, such as it was, began in 2012 when the thenteens entered the short-lived U.S. edition of “The X Factor” as solo contestants. They fizzled out but were then packaged as a group by Simon Cowell and then-Epic Records Chairman L.A. Reid.

Fifth Harmony took third place in the competition, scoring a joint deal with Epic Records and Cowell’s Syco Music.

Though a wave of boy bands had found recent success — including One Direction (assembled on the British version of “X Factor” — no girl group had managed to hit it big like Danity Kane, Pussycat Dolls, Destiny’s Child, the Spice Girls or TLC did in their prime.

Today, pop is dominated by assertive yet solo female artists, and Fifth Harmony risked looking like a relic from another era. And that doesn’t even consider the simple challenge of cultivating chemistry among a group of teenage girls who met on a TV show.

“When you get in a group, you have to go in understanding it’s not just about you and your ideas. It is a collaboration,” said TLC’s Rozonda “Chilli” Thomas. “When you think of [girl groups], most of them don’t stay together, because it’s not easy at all. Chemistry is something you either have or don’t have.”

Epic worked heavily to sell Fifth Harmony, keeping the group on the road constantly, often booking concerts at malls. “Every season, for 4½ years … I was a zombie,” Jauregui recalls.

From the outside, there was much to celebrate.

Fifth Harmony’s 2015 debut, “Reflection,” saw the group pick up where Destiny’s Child and TLC had left off, with an album full of slinky dance-pop and R&B/hip-hop-informed girl power anthems — with breakout single “Worth It” becoming one of the year’s biggest earworms.

The act then made history last year as the first girl group to score a top 10 Billboard Hot 100 smash in nearly a decade with the snappy “Work From Home.”

Yet the women in Fifth Harmony said they it felt burnt out and controlled by the label — like “puppets,” they agree. The women pushed though teary onstage breakdowns, infighting and family feuding.

“It came to a point where I’d catch myself onstage and realize, ‘I’m not feeling this,’” Kordei said. “It scared me, because this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

Today, the women are relaxed and comfortable discussing their recent history. They’re dressed in active wear — Kordei’s shirt has “Phenomenal Woman” emblazoned across it, while Jauregui is wearing the anti-discrimination top Frank Ocean recently made famous — and their faces are makeup-free.

Jauregui reflected on the stress of the past.

We’ve been grateful to have a machine behind us. But we definitely needed respect — and we had to demand it.

— Ally Brooke Hernandez

“You’re in front of so many people that you know love you,” she said. “To be in a space where you don’t connect or when you feel bored in that kinda setting …”

“You feel guilty,” Kordei offered.

“It’s overwhelming to have your whole, entire life planned for something you don’t feel passionate about,” said Jauregui, the room falling silent. “You’re not seeing your family, your friends. You’re not doing anything for yourself. It was depressing, draining and sad. Now, it’s a whole different thing.”

In fact, the members of Fifth Harmony had long been fighting for the autonomy and respect that they are only now receiving. In late 2015, Hernandez contacted outspoken L.A. music lawyer Dina LaPolt, who helped the group clean house.

LaPolt got them new management with the powerhouse firm Maverick and helped transfer the Fifth Harmony trademark from Cowell to its members, giving them complete ownership of the brand.

A more favorable contact with Epic was then negotiated, but the women still weren’t in the driver’s seat when it came to music.

Everything we’ve been through, the ups and downs, I really believe it was to shape and mold us for this moment.

— Normani Kordei

“We were 15, 16 and 19 when we started,” Jauregui said. “We didn’t have any basic understanding of business, and we’re being thrown into this world of wolves where they really screw you over with contracts. We were really in a line of adversity.”

After Cabello’s departure, the women realized they wanted to work on repairing the group’s dynamic as well as its relationship with the label in order to become more vocal about its career ambitions. “We all got on the same page … and fought for our say,” Hansen said.

A key ally was Epic A&R executive Chris Anokute, who joined their team during the recording of “7/27.”

“They were uninspired, beaten up, bruised. They weren’t gelling,” Anokute said. “You could tell there were some things going on between the girls … issues with management. They started venting their insecurities and desire to write songs, and I realized they were never a part of it.”

Anokute pushed Reid to commit to another album after the turmoil with Cabello (Reid left the label in May), bolstering the group’s confidence.

“We are being more respected this time around,” Hansen said. “We are in a place where we know what we want and who we are. We’ve recognized our truth and what we have to offer — and our power.”

I love these girls and consider them sisters. I have such high visions for us, the four of us. Everything that has come true this year has been validation.

— Ally Brooke Hernandez

Fifth Harmony finding its voice shows on the new album — its title a nod to the group’s newfound independence.

The album was recorded in seven weeks at Santa Monica’s Windmark Recording, and the women co-wrote more than half of the songs on the project — splitting into pairs and penning the type of tunes they’ve wanted to do alongside handpicked producers, including Dreamlab, the Stereotypes, Harmony Samuels, the Monsters & Strangerz and Tommy Brown.

The record is raw, soulful, sexy and fully the group’s own vision.

On a recent afternoon, the pop of a Champagne bottle echoed around a boardroom inside Epic Records’ headquarters on the Sony lot in Culver City.

Cheers, air kisses and hugs awaited the ladies as they filed into a room stuffed with label staff gathered to hear Fifth Harmony’s new album — a mountain of tacos and bottles of tequila and Champagne awaiting them.

Before the music began, acting Epic President Sylvia Rhone led the room in a toast.

“To the baddest ladies in the business — it’s a pleasure to have worked with you guys,” Rhone said, her glass of Champagne hoisted high above her head as the women looked on with glassy eyes, clutching one another’s hands.

“It finally feels like we are living our lives. We’ve taken ownership,” Kordei said. “It’s been there all along, but maybe we weren’t confident enough or bold enough. This time, we’ve got the extra fire … and we don’t care what anyone else has to say.

“I kinda wish it could have been like this all along,” Kordei said with a sigh.

Jauregui, unarguably Fifth Harmony’s most outspoken member — she’s the first to admit group members barely listen to their earlier work — takes a bolder stance.

“We would have freaking dominated,” she said.

A Day So Special (Viktuuri Oneshot) [Bakery AU]

Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)

This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon. 

None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.

Enjoy!


Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.

“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.

Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.

“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”

Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.

As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.

Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.

Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:

Specials:

- Napoleon Cake

- Hazelnut Latte Cake

- Gingerbread Cake

With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.

“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.

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Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.

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Thursday | ten

Genre: best friend!au | fluff, lil bit of quite stressful angst but happy ending

Member: Ten / reader

Word Count: 3500ish

Summary: “it was still a mistake”

“no the mistake was falling for you!”

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

It’s a Thursday when they meet.

Their year 7 teacher assigns them partnered projects about the solar system and she pulls names out of a hat. They get paired together. He’s is nice, really nice and she realises he has the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen- she’s not star struck or anything, she just hasn’t seen one like it before.

He introduces himself, she hasn’t seen him around much before so she’s assuming he’s pretty new and his name is a number. “Why is your name Ten?” she asks as they’re glueing planets to pieces of strings.

He shrugs, “It’s just a nickname.”

She frowns, “Well then what’s your real name.”

He sighs, smiling knowingly because there’s no way she’ll be able to pronounce it. “ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.” he says, almost proudly.

She pauses, staring at him, “Yeah I like Ten.” she dismisses because even she knows any attempt at the pronunciation would be embarrassing.

He grins, “You’re funny.”

“Do you want to be friends?” She asks quietly, almost shyly and he likes her already.

He smiles again, “I have a feeling we will be for a very long time.”

She frowns, “What are you a psychic or something?” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, pretending that a few second ago she wasn’t worried about what he’d say.

“Yeah I read people’s minds.” He assures.

She narrows her eyes and glances around the room. And then she points to a classmate, “What’s he thinking?”

“That he’s got a really itchy butt.”

And the teacher separates them because they distract each other too much.



“We’re out of Chinese.”

Ten closes the door behind him, frowning as he makes his way past the kitchen to look into the open living room. She’s sitting on the floor with a plate of food in her hands and her laptop on her lap. She’s surrounded by sheets and open text books and colouring pens strewn around in an unseemingly order. “That Chinese has been there for weeks.” He scoffs, dropping his bag onto the dining room table.

She shrugs, “It’s the only thing that was in there and I’m starving.” He breathes a laugh, walking over to sit behind her on the couch. He flops down and sighs loudly, rubbing his eyes tiredly. She pauses stuffing her face. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

There’s a silence where he contemplates telling her, knowing that he will eventually because he tells her everything so he just sighs. “I got fired.”

She glares at him, “Again?” she cries, putting her plate aside to turn around and face him. Her chin barely reaches the sofa but she still manages to scare him a little. “What the hell did you do this time?” she demands.

“Nothing!” he cries cordially but when he sees the look on her face he sighs again, “Okay so I may have burnt someone’s arm.”

She frowns, “How did you do that?”

He rolls his eyes and waves her off like it’s no big deal, “They got in the way of the fire-”

“Fire?”

“It was only a small fire and I told him to move, it’s not my fault they put the toaster right under the cupboards.” he defends.

She shakes her head, “You’re insane.”

He sits up, looking down at her plate of food, “Yeah, well at least I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

She waves him off, “I’m not going to get food poisoning.”

“Look at it, there’s mould on the chicken!” he cries, reaching over to point and she bats his hand away.

“Get your own food!” she snaps. He rolls his eyes threading his fingers through her hair and sighs Her eyes flutter closed and she leans her head against the sofa. It’s quiet, the only sound is their breathing and he doesn’t think he wants to move from this very spot when they’re both so comfortable in the silence of their own thoughts. “I’m tired.” she murmurs.

He looks down at her with eyes soft around the edges of the cold look she’s grown so used to and he nods, “Me too.”

His fingers thread through the knots and his thumb brushes her cheek and a part of her feels that this isn’t what friends do, but when he makes her feel like this she doesn’t care. “Can we watch House?” She asks quietly.

He breathes a laugh, “As long as you promise not to spoil it for me.”

This time she laughs, “Well I’m sorry I used to watch ER. At least your life is safe in my hands, imagine, you could have a heart attack right now and I would know what to do.” she assures.

He rolls his eyes, “If I have a heart attack its because of all the stress you cause me.”



It’s a Thursday when Ten realises he might like her as more than a friend.

They’re in the supermarket, travelling between aisles in search of cheap food that they can easily make because neither of them is particularly good at cooking. He’s pushing the trolley and she’s sitting inside it, a lollipop in her mouth as she grabs at rice packets and biscuits and throws them into her lap. “We don’t need those.” He points out as she slides a stack of waffles somewhere next to her knee.

She wags a finger at him but doesn’t turn, “We always need waffles.” She assures.

He shakes his head, “There is literally no situation in which we would ever need waffles.”

She grabs a cowboy hat that someone disregarded in the cereal aisle and pops the lollipop out of her mouth, “well, what if the queen comes around?”

“The queen?” He scoffs, throwing in a pack of cereal that he knows she likes.

“Yeah!” She cries, “And what if she stays for breakfast and we’ve only made pancakes but she doesn’t like pancakes and we don’t have any waffles!” she holds them up to show him, “We can’t let down the queen!”

“Of which country?” He asks in response

She pauses. “England?” She suggests, “Or maybe a Russian Tzar, oh! Do you think Rasputin might come round?” She exclaims, turning to face him with this child-like grin that turns his leg to jelly.

He shakes his head with a small smile, “Rasputin’s dead.” he points out and she waves him off.

“That’s what they want you to think.” She assures, “And if he ever visits I can assure you that he is a waffle person.”

“Okay, now what your reasoning for this?” He asks, reaching forward to pull the cowboy hat from her head.

She snatches it back, “I look good in it, is that not reason enough?”

“Were not going to buy it.” he points out, “Despite the fact that it’s just you and me, we eat a lot.

She mock gasps, “But what if woody comes round for dinner?”

He rolls his eyes, turning the trolley towards the costume aisle, “Don’t you think he’d be offended by you impersonating a cowboy?”

She pauses.

“You’re right!” She cries, ripping the hat off her head. She wriggles around in the cart and clambers to her knees, facing him as she places it against his hair and begins to tie string to hold in place under his chin. “You’d look more realistic as a cowboy.” she smirks and he’s staring longer that he should.

“Can I get a tiara?” He asks, still pushing the trolley and she grins.

“Of course you can princess, any particular colour?” She questions, her eyes crinkling with her smile.

He hesitates, a finger tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Pink or purple, whatever they’ve got.”

She nods, “Yes-sir-ie” she jokes in the most southern accent she can muster and leans out of the trolley, picking up various princess costumes, “Would you like to slip into an apple induced coma or lose a shoe on a wild night out?” She asks, holding them up to face him.

He smirks, “Depends, do I meet the love of my life?” He asks, looking her straight into the eyes before realising the fact that his heart rate is way up.

She smiles, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, “Why, do tell me your deepest, darkest wish and the genie will make it a reality.” She says, again in a southern accent, “Is it princess Jasmine? Was it her beautiful dark eyes?”

He cocks his head leaning closer, “No.” he shakes his head, still staring, too long. She notices. “They look like yours.”

“Shut up.” She jokes and when he doesn’t say anything the smile slowly slides off her face. She hesitates, “You’re serious?” She deadpans.

He shrugs, “Same colour hair, same freckles on her cheek, same smile.” he blurts before he can even realise that this is probably a mistake.

And she stays kneeled in the trolley, their faces close enough to see the truth in each others eyes and that cowboy hat still on his face. She blinks, trying to ignore her heartbeat, “Are you banging my sister?” she raises an eyebrow.

And they laugh, but they never talk about it again.



She glares at him from her seat at the dining room table, “I told you, I can’t.”

He throws himself dramatically onto the table, whining and pretending to sob, “But please!” he begs, praying in her direction and pouting.

She shakes her head, ignoring him, “No. You asked me a week ago and my answer was no, you asked me yesterday and my answer was no and then you asked me today and guess what? My answer is still no.”

“But you promised!” he exclaims.

She stares at him almost astounded, “I did no such thing.” she assures cordially.

He wags his finger, “At 4:30 am on the Friday of last week you said that you would come with me.”

“4:30 am? On Friday? You mean when I had been awake for 52 hours?” she cries.

He holds his hands up, “You still promised.”

“I was sleep deprived!” she yells.

“It counts!” he assures.

“It does not!” she replies, “Now get off the table, you’re sitting on my work.” she demands.

He shakes his head, “Nope.” and proceeds to lie down on top of the mounds of paper and open textbooks. “You’re coming. Get your shoes it’s Latin night.”

“I don’t even dance!” she cries, running short of arguments he’ll just ignore anyway.

He shrugs, “You do with me.” he points out.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and trying her best not to blush. He looks so hopeful and pleading and the white shirt he’s wearing clings to his body like it’s always belonged there. She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head, “You’re so annoying.” she huffs angrily.

But he grins, this wide million watt smile that blinds her and makes her forget that she’s angry  because oh god he looks so beautiful. “Yes!” he cries, sitting up. She grabs a textbook and whacks him with it, “Ow! What was that for?”

“For constantly roping me into this shit!” she replies and he laughs, a laugh that makes her heart stutter and die in her chest.

She hits him again.



It’s a Thursday when they first kiss.

Its 3am and they’re still dancing in the club at Latin night. Her feet are sore and her legs ache but she’s got this huge grin on her face and her veins are intoxicated with a flood of alcohol. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her, who knows. There are waves of bodies crushed together and music that pounds her ears until the floor shakes and the lights become a haze of colours that ripple through her mind.

He twirls her around and laughs when she does because her laugh is infectious and he can’t stop staring. “Shots?” She asks and he nods.

They weave between the plethora of bodies that nearly crush them and she reaches out to hold onto his hand so they don’t lose each other. She nearly slams into the bar and they both laugh because they’re pretty drunk, and they’ve been here so long the bartender knows what to give them.

“Three, two, one!” They shout over the music and then they lick the salt from their hands, down the shot and then stick a lemon in each others mouths. They laughing and smiling and they’re touchier than usual because they’re drunk and fuck it, boundaries disappear when they’re drunk.

His arms is around her waist and his fingers grip at the bare skin  her hip to hold her in place. She smiles and pushes the hair back from his sweaty forehead, “You’re hot.” She points out, breathing heavily because she is too.

He smirks, “Thanks, I know.”

She laughs and shoves his chest, “You’re an idiot.”

But she pushes too hard and looses her own balance but he catches her  wrapping both arms around her. Her hands land on his shoulders so she can stop herself from falling down and that, right then, is when they kiss.

Because why not?

They’re both consenting adults, neither of them will remember and when he kisses her like that she doesn’t care. His fingers are tangled in her hair and her skin is on fire, their veins feel like they’re being pricked over and over again by tiny needles.

This probably shouldn’t be happening, they’re friends- best friends. Best friends don’t kiss each other like the world is at their feet. But their kissing too deeply, too much like they care that they lose their balance and nearly fall down again. And so they back to dancing, but things change from then on.



“You haven’t spoken to him? You live together!” Johnny cries and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s another problem. I need to find an apartment.” she adds, staring down at her coffee and swirling it with the small spoon provided.

“Are you serious?” He mutters, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and middle finger. “You can’t just move out.”

She shrugs, “Why not? He has six hours of lectures on Thursday, I can pack up some stuff, stay at yours.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You are not staying at mine.”

She frowns, leaning forward, “Why not?”

Because-” he hisses and then pauses, taking a deep breath. “Because you can’t just not talk to your best friend for a week and then move out without any explanation.”

“Fine, I’ll leave a note.” she surrenders, waving her arms.

“Are you serious? Jesus you’re just as bad as each other.” He huffs angrily, leaning back in his chair because he’s sick of both of them.

She pauses and stops swirling her coffee, “What do you mean? He’s spoken to you?” she demands, her eyes wide.

He waves her off, “I’m not playing messenger between the two-”

“Does he hate me?” She asks quietly, looking back down at her coffee.

Johnny purses his lips and sighs, “Of course he doesn’t hate you, you’re his best friend.” he says softly, because he can tell she’s worried.

She swallows, looking out of the window, “I need to move out.” She determine.

Johnny throws his arm up, “Jesus Christ do something.” he begs.



Is a Thursday when they finally realise they’ve been in love with each other for years.

She goes back home when he’s at his six hours of lectures, but she’s still quiet anyway because she doesn’t really feel like she going home, she feels like she’s stepping into forbidden territory. She tip toes in, closing the door quietly behind her, “What are you doing?” A voice says.

She jumps, holding her hand to her heart and squeezing her eyes shut. But slowly she opens them, landing on Ten. He’s sitting on one end of the sofa with a book in his hand and a frown on his face. He looks tired, bags under his eyes and they’ve lost their usual glint. “I’m just uh…” she trails off, pointing to her room

She doesn’t finish that sentence, “Where have you been?” he asks with no particular tone of voice.

She swallows, dropping her keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. “Busy.” She states, “I’ve had this project due so I’ve been living in the library for the past week and-”

“Stop lying to me.” He interrupts sadly, closing the book. He looks disappointed, like he expected better from her. “I think…” he trails off, scratching his head, “I think we need to talk.”

“About what? The state of our economy?” She smirks, laughing to hide the fear behind her words, “You know, China has had some fascinating developments in-”

“Us.”

“Well no actually, they’ve been working on a new train that is elevated above the city of-”

Hey!” He interrupts again, standing up this time. “You being in perpetual denial does not help anyone.” he scoffs, approaching her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not in denial, denial of what?”

“Do you remember that night?” He asks like he’s making sure she’s genuinely just ignoring him for another reason. He sounds so scared and tired that she opens her mouth but finds nothing to say.

She swallows, looking down at her feet, “It was a mistake.”

He shakes his head and scoffs bitterly, “No. It was a long time coming.”

She frowns, “What are you talking about?” She demands angrily-, but deep down she knows so maybe she really is in denial.

He cocks his head, “Wow, you really are oblivious.” he shakes his head and sighs, “there have been multiple occasions on which we’ve basically admitted how we felt and still neither of us did anything.”

She sneers, “We were drunk, people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

He shakes his head, “Sometimes we were sober.”

“It was still a mistake!” She cries, suddenly angry because he’s making her feel bad now.

“No, the mistake was falling for you.” he snaps back immediately.

Her neck snaps up, “What?” She breathes.

He cocks his head with a small smile, “Come on babe. You know what i’m talking about.” he assures, his fingers hooking apprehensively through hers.

She frowns, curling her fingers with his until she feels like he won’t let go. She steps closer to him and he sucks in a slow and steady breath, his eyes widening at the look she’s giving him. There’s this soft smile on her face and her eyes are shaded with hope and wonder and she swallows, “How long?” she asks quietly.

He laughs, “Do you remember when we went to prom and you wore that purple dress and the necklace I got you and the most jaw dropping smile i’ve ever seen another human wear.” he pauses, reaching up slowly and placing a hand on her cheek, “I realised that… there’s no-one else like you.” He smiles, “The day I met you was the day everything became a hundred times clearer, like I finally understood the reason i was put on this earth.”

She smiles as his arms come to wrap around her waist, and she feels like her skin is on fire wherever he touches her. “What happens now?”

And he kisses her again.

Its like poison in her veins, like she’s sliding down a cloud and his smile is the rainbow. “Now-” he breathes against her lips, “Now I think we need to establish something.” he states in all seriousness.

“Oh, okay, what?” She asks carefully.

“Rasputin is dead, and the Queen is not a waffle person” he blurts. “I bet you the queen only eats kale for breakfast or something.”

She looks aghast, “Now hold on a second-”

anonymous asked:

Imagine the team leaving for a mission. Allura and Lance are alone. It's awkward. Then, Lance, the love child of the beauty, asks Allura if he can try one of her dresses on. Allura wanted to try wearing Lance's outfit since day zero. They include make-up and karaoke battle.

*soft gasp* Anon, I do believe you’ve earned yourself a small fic :3
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“We’ll be back soon. Try not to blow up the Castle while we’re gone.” Shiro chuckled as he clapped Lance on the shoulder, the other Paladins already heading for their ziplines. Lance rolled his eyes. “Blowing stuff up is Keith’s thing.” He blatantly ignored the Red Paladin’s indignant “No it isn’t!” and Pidge’s snickering in favor of grinning at his team leader. “I’ll be fine, besides, I’ve got Allura with me. I’m pretty sure that between us, the Castle will be just fine.”

Shiro nodded and headed off for his own zipline. Lance heard Blue’s pouty rumble in his mind as her sisters left without her. “I know, Beautiful. But that last battle damaged you pretty badly, so you need to stay in the Hangars to heal up.” He soothed his Lion mentally.

The mission was a supply run anyways, not a lot of action, and Coran was going with them in order to identify any possible poisons to avoid. So Lance offered to stay behind in favor of Shiro getting to go, as it was another space mall moon and he hadn’t been able to go last time.

Lance thought staying behind was worth it anyways, as he’d seen the excited sparkle in the Black Paladin’s eyes at the thought of exploring a swap moon. But now it was quiet, almost too quiet, and boredom filtered in quickly.

Allura cleared her throat awkwardly, and Lance turned to face her. “So, Lance… what shall we do while we wait for the others to return? The mice can show you some tricks if you’d like…” she trailed off a little, attempting to clear away the awkward silence left in the wake of the other Paladins departure.

Lance thought for a moment, before eyeing Allura’s dress thoughtfully, contemplating. “Lance?” Allura raised an eyebrow. Lance decided to hell with it and blurted out his current thought. “Could I try on one of your dresses?!?” Allura blinked, surprised. That was certainly not what she expected, but she rolled with it anyways. “Only if I may try on your Earth clothing. It looks like a very different fabric than any Altean clothing has. I’ve always wondered what it felt like!”

Lance grinned. “Deal.” A bright smile spread across Allura’s face. “To my wardrobe!” She declared, marching over to Lance and dragging him through the hallways to her separate closet room where all her outfits were stored. Lance laughed as he stumbled into the huge room full of cute dresses and long, flowing skirts.

He gasped in awe at all the pretty designs and patterns, trailing his fingers over the silky fabric of one gorgeous blue dress. Allura seemed to bounce on her heels almost excitedly as she rummaged around in a certain cabinet built at chest height in the wall, pulling out what looked like makeup containers. “If you are to dress like me, you should at least enhance your features as well, though I doubt I can fix your ears.” She stated, Lance merely smirking in return.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll just go grab my clothes from my room real quick!” He chirped as he bolted out of the closet and ran for his room.

Soon enough, within the hour Lance was sporting fake blue Altean markings and wearing a floor length silver, blue and white dress, a slit up the left side to display some leg and the sleeves barely attached and flowy, shoulders bared and with a plunging backline. A pretty dark silver sash tied it together at the waist, wrapping up in an “X” across this chest and along the backline cut. Allura had even accented his cheekbones and eyes with some dark blue eyeshadow and pale rose gold blush and highlights.

Lance twirled around in the mirror, awed at how pretty he looked, extending his left leg and smiling. The light colors really made his darker skin pop. Allura clapped her hands excitedly. “You look stunning, Lance!” He turned and shot her a pair of finger guns. “I’m always stunning, but in this outfit I’m positively radiant.” He said confidently, preening. Allura rolled her eyes playfully. After an entire year in space, the flirty nature of the Blue Paladin was now recognized as nothing but pure fun, a game to relieve tensions during the war.

“Your turn, Princess!” Lance said happily, handing her his casual clothes. “Don’t worry, I won’t look. Trust me, in my family, looking at a dressing girl is punished by La Chancla.” He seemed to shudder at the memory, causing Allura to giggle in amusement. Lance turned instead to go through the jewelry box, careful not to disturb the mice, looking for something to accent his neck and collarbone a little more while Allura dressed behind him.

“Alright! I believe I have it on correctly! Though this other shirt is confusing.” He turned and yep, she was holding up his jacket and eyeing it warily. Everything else was on correctly though. Laughing, Lance took his jacket from the bewildered Altean and motioned for her to turn around. He then proceeded to pull her arms through the sleeves, adjusting the jacket properly. “There! You look almost human! Except for the markings and ears…” he explained, gesturing Allura to look at the mirror.

Allura turned this way and that, smirking at her appearance. “The human part I can fix!” She declared, before concentrating and shifting her features into a plainer, Earthen face. She blinked open normal, blue gray eyes and stared at her reflection, Lance gaping in shock. “Oh my. That is… quite a difference… my ears are quite ugly, and I feel a tad bit strange without my markings. And are all human eyes this dull?” She muttered, poking at the smooth, tan skin where her markings used to be.

The mice squeaked in shock from their spot napping in the jewelry box, snapping Lance out of his stupor. “Oh my gosh you look like my older sister…” he whispered, pressing a palm to his mouth. Allura turned to face him. “Your older sister?” Lance nodded. “Yeah. Maria. She’s a flight attendant back on Earth. Though she seems kinda stern all the time, whenever she was home with the family, she always used to instigate karaoke competitions with the rest of us.” He said wistfully, eyes almost distant at the memory.

Allura hummed thoughtfully. “Ka-ree-oh-kee? What is that?” She asked, confused. Lance brightened almost instantaneously. “Oh! Karaoke is basically a game where you sing along to a song and try to hit all the right notes. It’s mostly done for fun, but in a competition the person who sings the best wins. We usually had a panel of judges made up out of the rest of the family who weren’t participating, it was a whole lot of fun. Hunk used to come over to my place and join in all the time, dude has the singing voice of an angel!” He explained excitedly, hands waving about as he talked to make his point.

Allura smiled at his enthusiasm. “I think we had a game like that on Altea. We called it Utakita, and it was the same concept as your karaohkay although you had to make up the song yourself instead of singing along to something already made. Whoever made the best music with what they had available was the winner. I do miss playing that game, my mother was quite exceptional at it.” She informed him, reaching over to gather the mice up in her hands.

Lance pondered for a moment, thinking. “What if we can still play? I brought my phone with me from Earth, it has all my music on it. We could have a sing off and the mice can be the judges!” He exclaimed, Allura gasping and clapping her hands together in jubilation. “Lance, that’s a brilliant idea! We can hold it in the main common room!” She trilled, face alight in excitement.

Both immediately dashed off to set up the game, Lance grabbing his phone and Allura finding a music enhancer to increase the volume of Lance’s music player. It took some trial and error, but eventually it was set to an acceptable volume to sing along too.

So imagine the team’s surprise (and amusement) when they walked in after the mission to the source of the loud music to find a dolled up Lance in a dress and a human Allura wearing the Blue Paladin’s clothes singing loudly into hairbrushes along to She Wolf by Shakira.
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//this….. got wayyyyy too long…. hope you enjoyed this Lance and Allura bonding time! :3
(Lance won btw. Have you even heard that boy’s singing voice? Jeremy Shada is an angel I swear👌🏻)

Call Me That Again

Originally posted by painfulblisss


Cody Christian x reader

Request : @steph-oliveira

Hi honey! ❤ Do you still accept requests? If yes, can you do an imagine where the reader is Cody Christian’s girlfriend and he makes a party with a formal ball with all of his and her friends and then proposes her… Very fluff!! Thank you very much 💞💞

 

Words :  1.1k (I got carried away)

Warnings : Mentions of sex

Note : not proof read, Also, I wasn’t sure if a ball was a proper concept for it,  I wrote what I thought fit best. I really hope you like this version and I didn’t mess it up.

PART 2

MASTERLIST

PROMPT LIST 




 “Could you help me with the zipper?” you ask your boyfriend of four years, today. It was your anniversary. You’ve been doing all sorts of cliched cute stuff since the morning. He woke you up with breakfast in bed. You had a movie marathon and tons of cuddling. You guys made lunch together, had a make pretend cooking show called ‘Cooking with Cody and (y/n)’. It was hilarious. Then you guys took a nap. It was the perfect day.

You could definitely say you were in love with each other. Cody has his perky ways of displaying the affection and so did you. You grew as person and together. You moved in with him one year ago. You stayed over almost every day, it was like you lived there anyway. You made it official a year ago. The more you got to know him the more you fell in love with him.

Cody smiles and he happily obliges. You pull your hair in front of your shoulder so your hair doesn’t get stuck. He smiles and you see it on the mirror in front of you. You smile back. When he is done you turn around and peck his lips and mutter a small thank you. He was feeling very extra romantic today, but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t a very formal event. It was just a small gathering of the people closest to you, Cody’s friends and your friends. Cody wasn’t wearing a tux. It was too much for a small gathering. He wore a light coloured formal shirt.

You playfully check him out. “Lookin’ snazzy” you make a comment, sporting a smirk on your face. “All yours” he says flashing his infamous smile. You get on your tippy toes to kiss him. he takes your hand and leads you out of the room and down the stairs. A few of your friends were already here, you could hear the music and chit chatting from upstairs.

You walk down and all eyes were on you. Almost all the cast of teen wolf was there. Holland couldn’t make it, you see Britt laughing at Dylan, he was dancing to the music. Shelly was there too laughing with Britt. You had an obsession with Dyl’s character Stiles. “Why do you like a hyperactive Spaz?” Cody asks you. “He’s the realest and the most relatable. The others are just unbelievably cocky and confident”

“Like Theo?”

“Like Theo” you giggle.

You continue to look around. Sprayberry was with Khylin, drinking from their cups chatting. Tyler was on the couch snapchatting. You see a lot more people that you know. You hear the door open, you see your sister, you squeal and run to hug her. you talked for a bit and she was excited to meet Dylan Sprayberry, she was a huge fan. You pushed her to his direction and smirked at her. She was going to kill you. You giggled and look around for Cody. You felt an arm snake around your waist. You relax into it because you know its Cody. “Hi Doll” he says and you smile. “It’s a full house” you say looking at the people you know and love.

“I have a surprise for you” he says into your ear. You couldn’t figure out if that was a weird sexual innuendo or not. You turn your head to the side to see his face resting on your shoulder. He kisses your nose and lets you go. He shuts off the music and walks to the middle of the living room. He clears everyone out of the centre area.

He starts speaking, “From the time I laid eyes on you, (y/n), I knew I had hit a jackpot. Four years ago, I asked you if you wanted to be my girlfriend, and I don’t know who bribed you to said yes. But you did and that day, doll, I didn’t realise I’d get this lucky.” You chuckled. You were blushing furiously. You looked goofy. This boy was going to make you cry but you didn’t mind. He took your hands and continued.

“From that day, all I wanted to do was to be a better person, a better boyfriend, for you, I was terrified that if I didn’t text you good night, you won’t text me for the rest of your life. It sounds stupid now, but back then, I was scared shitless” you chuckle at that shaking your head.

“You made me feel so many things at once, it scared me to death. You make me so nervous, every day. I’m just better at hiding it now, you make me happy, you make me feel safe. You keep me grounded. I know I can’t go on without you.”

“I am madly in love with you, everything you are and everything you stand for. Every day I learn new things about you and fall in love with you all over again”

“I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to waste time. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life, I want to explore life with you. I want you have a family with you. I want to grow old with you”

If it were socially acceptable to sob hysterically in front of a group of people, you would have. You were a crying mess. This overwhelmed you so much, you couldn’t think straight. You sort of guess where this was going but you couldn’t believe that it was happening.

He dug out a small box from his pants and got on a knee. Suddenly it became too real, you completely freaked out. “(y/n), Doll, will you marry me?” he asked.

You wanted to say something but you knew you’d choke on your words. You just nodded. He slid the finger on to your finger and pulled you in for a kiss. You still hadn’t process what just happened. You hide your face in his chest when he pulls back. He kisses your head. “Thank god you said yes, it would’ve been very awkward if you didn’t” he muttered to you. You giggle and look up. “I love you” you say, that was the first coherent sentence you made after he proposed. He pecked your lips again. You both had goofy grins plastered on your faces.

Everyone had a great time. You were saying your goodbyes to your last guest, your sister. She was still squealing over the proposal. As soon as you shut the door. Cody immediately swooped you up in his arms and started walking to your bedroom. “Isn’t this after the marriage?” you ask playfully. He genuinely looked confused and he almost put you down. “My wife is a jokester” he says. Those words were so new to you, music to ears really. “Call me that again” you say softly.

“My wife”

You grin. “Today was perfect, you are perfect” you say kissing him before he puts you on the bed.

“What do you call a honeymoon that’s celebrated before the marriage?” he asks.

“Sex”

“Engagement Sex” he corrects.

You laugh.

The Little Sister (A Zach Herron Imagine) Pt. One

Masterlist

Why Don’t We Imagine

*As Requested by @daisy-hearts*

(so sorry that this took literally a million years to finish!)

Word Count: 3519

Have a lovely day!

Description: In which Logan Paul’s baby sister tags alone on his summer adventures with the WDW boys, falling for the youngest member in the process


Part One

      I took a deep breath, smiling as I took my first steps outside the LAX airport, the warm summer air hitting my face as I couldn’t help but break into a grin. Since I’d just turned 16, Mom finally agreed to let me spend the summer with my big brother, Logan, at his place in L.A. I’d been begging and nagging her for a couple years now, ever since Jake and him left Ohio to pursue acting, and finally that long-awaited day had come.

I scanned the crowd of people rushing from place to place, looking for that one familiar face. After a few minutes of searching, my eyes landed on the tall, muscular young man with blonde hair, and an American flag t-shirt draped across his chest. I broke into a smile, laughing as I sprinted towards him, his arms outstretched.

“Logan!” I screeched, giggling as he wrapped his arms around my waist, spinning me around in circles as I dropped my suitcase in the process.

“YO IT’S MY BABY SISTER!” He laughed, finally setting me down as I fixed my now windswept hair, giving him a playful shove.

“It’s been forever!” He grinned, stooping down to gather my things as I nodded, adjusting the straps on my Maverick backpack (he would’ve killed me if I hadn’t been wearing it).

“It’s been 2 years, but that’s basically forever.” I retorted as he smiled, walking my things over towards the Uber parked along the street right outside the entrance.

“Yeah, well, Mom always said you were the smart one.” He quipped. I laughed, shaking my head.

“What does that make you?” He smirked, opening the passengers door for me before sliding in himself.

“The talented one.” I rolled my eyes playfully, shaking my head.

“And Jake?” Logan laughed, buckling his seatbelt and giving directions to the Uber before turning towards me.

“The other one.” I laughed, shoving him slightly for his chiding comment. Logan smiled, only shrugging.

“Soooo, it’s your first official trip to L.A.! What'dya wanna do!?” He asked.

“Hey, technically I’ve been to L.A. before!” I defended. Logan shook his head, pulling a bottle of water out from his bag and handing it to me.

“The airport doesn’t count.” I pouted slightly as he rolled his eyes.

“What’s this for?” I gestured towards the water bottle now in my hands.

“This isn’t Ohio, kiddo- it gets hot as hell here sometimes. Need to stay hydrated.” He commented, pulling an even larger bottle out for himself. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“Stop being such a dad.”

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Peter Pan Imagine/ Killer

Warnings : Violence, fluff, cursing, the reader is a bad ass, this involves the reader killing someone, if you have any discomfort with that I suggest not reading it

  • Requests are open by the way…

I’m gong to tell you a story, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it wasn’t supposed to end like this, and it definitely wasn’t supposed be like this.

Y/n was a girl, no she wasn’t lost, or she had a terrible life, in fact she was quite content with her life. She had a home, she went to school, she had friends, and well , I think she met the right person in the wrong time.

Peter Pan was king of Neverland, he was in charge of the lost boys, he owned everyone and everything on the island, he made it his play area, his paradise, and for other people his trap.

Peter Pan was the type of guy who you deadly wanted to be on his good side, he had no car killing anyone, a lot of lost boys saw that, let it be known that he only killed his a handful of his lost boys, but a handful was far too many for a young boy like Peter, but what can you expect? For this boy had no mother, or father.

Y/n was a girl who you also wanted to be on her good side, she got into many fights at school, constantly getting kicked out of schools, until one day her and her sister , the savior , moved to StoryBrook, that’s where she met her new family.

She had a nephew named Henry, a sister named Emma. Her grandpa and Grandpa were David and Mary, and her I don’t know what you would call her, she was also Henry’s mother, but she wasn’t your sister, so you called her auntie Regina.

You could relate to her the most because she was a villain, well she once was a villain. She was trying to change for Henry, which you didn’t see a sense in that but you left it alone.

Now that you know their back stories we can go into the present.

You wake up just like every normal day, not caring what time you woke up because you were home schooled, you got kicked out of StoryBrook’s high school and you couldn’t move because Emma wanted to be close to Henry, which you totally understood, but home schooling got boring because you didn’t have any friends, and since you got kicked out on your third day of school you didn’t get to meet any friends.

You went downstairs in your shorts and a tank top, went to the kitchen and grab some orange juice  and a muffin.

You sat down and ate it, while going through your regular social media accounts.

“Whoa!” Killian says as he walks in the house 

“What?” you say with an attitude

“You might wanna cover up laddie” he says as he puts some groceries in the fridge

“No , what it’s my house.” you say as you roll your eyes

“Whatever you say , the others will be coming in , in 3, 2 , 1”

“Hey Y/n I brought some more OH!” Mary said

David covers his eyes and Emma gives you that look , that big sister look , the you know better we have roommates look..

“Oh my gosh fine I’ll go change damn.” you get up and start to go upstairs.

“It sure be nice to dress however I wanted to!” you yell as you go upstairs

You go into your room and head to your closet, picking out the right jeans to wear, just then you look to your window, you could’ve sworn you saw somebody. You shrug your shoulders, it’s way too early for this.

You take off your shorts to change into your jeans, you do so, and as you were about to take off your shirt you see almost a shadow figure. 

“Perv!” you open your curtains and you see him, that’s when you seen him.

What stood out to you was his eyes, they were emerald green, his arms were folded, his head was high, and what made you even more curious, there was not a single trace of fear in that boy.

You walk away to close your door and lock it, then go back to him, seeing his arms folded you do the same, this makes him smirk

He then unfolds his arms, and you do the same.

He cocks an eyebrow, and you cock up yours.

He then says it, the words you will never forget.

“You got fire, I like fire.” he says with a smile

“What are you doing here?” you ask with a sassy attitude

“I head you were troubled.” he says

“I’m not troubled, I am trouble.” you say whipping your hair behind your shoulders.

“Well you should come with me.” 

“Come with you where?” you say in confusion

“To Neverland.” he smiles

“Where the hell is that?” you said

“It’s my island.” he stated

“Your island? How can a boy your age run an island.?” you half laughed

“You should come and see.” he puts out a hand

“And what’s the catch?” you ask

“Why does there have to be a catch love?” he asked 

“I know people in StoryBrook, so I’m sure you are just like them”

“And what are they like?” he asked

“They’re selfish, they want everything to themselves, they only want to help themselves, they don’t care about nobody else, unless you’re family, and real family, they don’t care.” you say

“Poor you.” he said in a mocking way

“I don’t give a fuck if they care about me or not.” you said angry

“Yeah right.” he rolled his eyes

“I don’t have to prove anything to you!” you say getting more angry

“Great, then come with me.” he said

“I don’t even know your name.” you said

“Oh did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter, Peter Pan.” he smiled

“You’re Peter? The Peter Pan? Where’s your fairy?” you laugh

He clenches his fist, “I’m not the Peter Pan everybody makes me out to be.” he says with a serious face.

You look him in the eyes, at this time your eyes start to wonder, places they should not be.

Your eyes trace lines against his muscular arms, his sharp jaw line, his plump lips, his very well fit body, his legs were very nice, he had calves muscles, as you were about to look up there was a knock on your door.

You push Peter into your closet, he almost screams but you cover his mouth

Peter folds his arms and agrees to keep his mouth shut and be quite. Now if you know Peter, He would never do that , for anyone, Peter didn’t care if he got caught, if the person he was with him got caught he didn’t care. He was a lost boy.

Emma came in your room with the whole crew

“Why the hell are they all in her room like some kind of intervention?” Peter whispered to himself

“Sorry if we upset you sweetie.” Mary said

“We didn’t mean it.” David said

Just then Emma came in for the “sister hug” 

“I love you so much Y/n, and just you wearing that stuff isn’t appropriate.”

“That’s sexist!” you yell as you push her off

“Maybe its that time of the month we should leave.” Mary said

“That’s also sexist!” you yell as they all leave

You fall on your bed and out your hands on your face.

Peter slowly comes out of the closet , shaking his house, he locks the door , and sits on your bed.

“Well, you wanna go now?” you sit up and smile and nod.

“Good, because I wasn’t taking no as an answer.” he punched your arm softly and you giggled

********

Transitioning to StoryBrook from Neverland was more difficult than you thought, it was strange being able to do what you wanted oddly enough, Peter would have to push you and encourage you to do so.

“You know, you don’t have to go sleep after dinner ?” Peter would say

“Why are you washing everyone’s dishes?” he would ask

“Why are you cleaning your room?” he would come in your room with dirty shoes on

These were just a few questions that he would ask you constantly. And you honestly had no clue.

One day you and Peter were walking in the woods and he asked you again.

“It’s just weird,being a trouble maker was always never a problem, but coming here, knowing that I can do that, it’s just.”

“It’s scary yeah?” he says as he looks at you

“Yeah.” you shook your head yes.

“I promise you it’s not, and I brought here so that you don’t have to worry about anything anymore, plus the lost boys think they can take you, so you might wanna end their dreams soon.” he smiles

You laugh “Oh they do now? Well Henry and I would fight constantly and I would always win.” you say in a cocky way

”Who’s Henry?” he asked in almost a jealous way

You could tell and you decided to play along

“Oh just some guy, yeah he would always come over.” you said walking away

“Yeah/? Well, when?” he asked following you

“Oh sometimes in the middle of the day, but mostly at night.” you turn to look at him

“Why the hell would he come at night?” he asked

“To wrestle, and to do other things.” you winked

“Like the fuck what?” he was completely jealous

“Peter Pan, are you jealous?”

His eyes grew big and you could see the fear he had because he knew that you knew that he just got caught

“No! Oh no no no Y/n the hell would I be?” he said

You just walked away, nobody ever walked away from Pan like that.

“Are you walking away?” he asked

“I sure am.” you skipped away

He chased after you and you both ran through the woods of Neverland, you ran and laughed, letting the branches and trees hit your skin, and the wind smack your hair as it flows in the wind, you look behind you to see if Peter is behind you as you still run, well as your head is turned facing back you bump into something, Peter.

“Hey you can’t use your powers.” you folded your arms

Peter didn’t say anything, he just rubbed your face with his thumb softly, bringing you in, you could could feel your heart begin to speed up, and your mind start to wonder. With his other hand he grabs your waist bringing you in closer and then,he kisses you.

His lips were soft, soft like a rose petal, his hands were rough with my body like a rose stem with petals, i tried to warn him, about me, but just like you touch a thorn you get hurt, well he touched me, and he was going to get hurt.

Pushing him against a tree you jump on him and wrap your legs around his waist, he is supporting you with his hands grabbing on your arms, he slowly falls to the floor, leaving you under him and him tracing his fingers against your body.

You fell in love with Peter that night, but you never told him, you terrified that he didn’t love you back, because after all, how could a boy ever love a girl?

A couple days after that you get word that there were intruders on your island, well Peter’s island.

You all get ready to go discover who or what it was, Peter ordered you to be near him at all times, which was getting harder to do because you loved him, and it was getting more difficult not to show that.

Wondering who or what was on the island you became a little nervous , who could have possibly came on Peter’s island? Who had enough power to do that? Nobody gets on or off this island without his permission.

You stop in your tracks and sense something is wrong.

“Peter’s something-” *whoosh* an arrow goes pass your face, inches away from your face. 

“What the hell?” you yell

“Stand your ground!” Peter yells

There is this guy, dressed in black with a couple of other bad guys.

“I-I don’t get it they’re adults?” Felix asked

“Peter!” one of the younger lost boys said in terror

“Who are you?” Peter asked

“I’m Cassim, and I’m here to take your lost boys, and make them mine. Guys, get em”

“No!” all the lost boys ran and charged t fight

Peter did the same

So did you.

You were fighting adult men you never fought a man before, they were bigger, stronger, faster,tougher, and they didn’t care if you got hurt.

You were terrified, they didn’t care if you died, this was the real deal, you stood by Felix and did everything that he said.

“Don’t charge at them let them come to you, and pick up any ammo that they drop, use it to your best advantage.” he said

You nodded and did so

You were getting rety confident that you guys could actually do this, you could fight off these bad guys, and win this battle, well that quickly died when you notice almost all your lost boys were captured by the grown ups and then you see Cassim and Peter go hand to hand

Cassim throws Peter to a log on a ground making him fall over and loosing his balance

“Peter!” you yell and he quickly gets up

“You wanna fight? Let’s fight!” he yells as the two are surrounded by all of you 

“You know you’re not bad, for an old man!” he says as he goes in but misses and ducks as he was about to get hit

The lost boys laugh but then quickly stop when the men who captured them stare at them

Peter and Cassim start to fight away from you guys so you could barely see what was happening but you and Felix stayed with the lost boys, because you figured they needed you most.

“What’s your greatest weakness Pan?” Cassim asked as he is fighting Peter

“I have no weakness , what’s yours ? Your poor old back?” he blocks Cassim

“Oh but you do have a weakness.” he smiles

Peter laughs “No I don’t”

“She’s leaving you Pan.” he said

Peter stopped , he looked confused, and hurt.

“Yeah, that’s right, she’s leaving you, you really think you could keep her? How long did you think you could keep her happy?” he says

“You’re lying, you’re fucking lying.” he says as he raised his sword

“But just imagine, if she does leave, she leaves you, what would you do? What do you have to offer her? You’re just a boy.” he smiles wickedly

He takes that time to get a hit out of Peter, knocking him into a tree, hurting his head, Pan towards to look at you, thinking if Cassim is right.

“Let’s take a look into the what ifs shall we ?” he asked

“No!” Peter yells as he begins to fight him but he continues to talk and fight

“She’s in her room, her window is shut.”

“I’ll open it.” he fights back

He’s face to face with the villain “The window is locked.”

“I’ll call out to her!” he yells 

“She can’t hear you.” he smiles

“No.” Peter said

“She can’t see you.”

“Y/n!” Peter calls out to you, you look at him in fact everybody does

“She’s forgotten all about you.”

“Please stop it!” Peter yells as he begins to walk away not wanting to fight, wanting to just get to you.

“You wanna know why she’s forgotten? She has a new man in her life, her husband, something YOU could never give her!” Cassim yells as he pushes Pan with such force and he pushes him back to where you all were, you all turn to him and as you were about to go pick him p the men grab you and Felix as well so you couldn’t.

You scream for Peter, you try everything in your power to fight off the men but they were far way too stronger than you, you were terrified, was this it? 

Was this the end of the Peter Pan?

Casim grabs Peter by his hair “Are you ready to die Peter Pan?”

Peter looks at you , he looks exhausted, you knew that he couldn’t fight anymore, it had to be up to someone else, it had to be up to you.

He throws Peter and his head hits a rock 

“NO!” everybody yelled

Blood gushed out, Peter’s eyes weren’t straight, he could barely see anything, everything was so dizzy. All of the lost boys looked away, they couldn’t watch their king die, not like this.

You had to think, and think fast, you had a plan, and it had to work.

The guy that was holding you had a knife, and sharp one t that, he was holding you from the back, so you did what anyone else would do, you threw your head back and hit his nose with your head, cracking it, and breaking it.

After you grabbed the guys knife and ran straight to Cassim, stabbing him in the stomach and keep pushing further til it’s all the way in.

Cassim could barely speak, he was bleeding to death, there was blood on your hands, you were shaking, you killed him, you killed Cassim, but if you hadn’t Peter would’ve been dead, and you couldn’t have let that happen.

Felix finished Cassim and the rest of the older lost boys finished Cassim sidekicks.

You were shaking, you have never did that before, but you did, and now all you wanted was for Peter to wake up.

After everything settled down and Peter was taken to first aid everything was still a blur, you washed your hands and showered twice already but you still felt dirty, you still felt his blood on your hands.

Peter woke up and he quickly searched for you, you were in your room, reading a magazine you read a 100 times already.

He opened the door and you looked up and you saw him

“I think we need to talk huh?” he asked

“That be nice.” you ran into his arms and he held you oh so tight, he never wanted to let you go, you saved his life, and he could never repay you for that.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked

You just shook your head no still your face in the crook of his neck, he just rubbed your head, so softly. 

“I failed you love, and I am terribly sorry.” he said

You just continue to cry

“W-would you ever leave me?” he asked , but as soon as he asked he regretted asking it

“I just killed someone for you how could you think that?” you push him away from you

“Because that’s what he said” Peter yelled

“Who?” you asked 

“Cassim! He said He knew what was my weakness was, he said it was you, and he was right, he was bloody right, that’s why I failed, that’s why I almost died -”

“Because of me?” you asked

“No! It’s hard to explain.” he said

“Well you better explain it right,” you said folding your arms

“I love you.” he said

“W-what?” you said stuttering your words

“I love you Y/n, I’ve been in love with you.” he said as he brings you in closer.

“I love you too Peter.” you smile as you come closer and kiss his lips

Dean vs. Build-A-Bear

Requested by: @sea040561 (it’s not letting me tag you im screamin)
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1354 
Warnings: none!
Synopsis/request: Dean’s a dork who goes to build-a-bear for the readers birthday present. That’s it. 

A/N: HEY IM HERE WITH THE LONG AWAITED BUILD-A-BEAR FIC! I hope it’s worth the wait! 


Dean had been through a lot during the 38 years he had walked the Earth. In fact, sometimes he had a hard time keeping track of it all. There was the occasional apocalypse, wars between heaven and hell, purgatory, even God’s psycho sister had “graced” the Winchester with her presence. But never in his life did he expect to have stood in one of the most terrifying places on God’s Earth.

A freakin’ Build-A-Bear.

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