Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”
It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.
“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”
Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”
Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.
You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.
Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.
It all started
in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky,
sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.
seokjin would be sweet and romantic. he would invite you over to his place, as he did many times before, and suggest for you to make dinner together. you would have a lot of fun, throwing food at each other and smudging ketchup all over your faces. as you would laugh cheerfully at the sight of his hair full of red sauce, he would suddenly become serious. you would wander what’s going on, when he confessed his feelings honestly, waiting for your answer. once you admitted on liking him back, he would become super happy, wrapping his arms carefully around your waist and kissing you softly on your lips.
let’s be honest here; this boy would do it with swag. you would hang out on an evening after a long and tiring day for the both of you. he would tell you about his sleepiness, adding casually “maybe we should date, so i wouldn’t have to sleep alone.” yeah…swag. or at least he would pretend to be cool. deep down in his heart, he would be very unsure about your reaction but if you agreed, he would smile a little and probably take a nap with you.
hoseok would act as he always does, maybe a little bit merrier and loud than usual. he would take you out into an amusement park, taking you on slow or romantic rides, but would ruin the atmosphere by making silly jokes, making you laugh out loud. when you decided to leave, you would complain about it being too short with you having so much fun. he would smile at you widely, saying “if we dated, we could do more fun things like this.” “what do you mean” you would ask confused, before we gave you his answer: “will you be my girlfriend?”
i can imagine namjoon being very classic about the whole situation. he would take you out for a walk around the park maybe, chatting and listening to everything you had to say. then you would come to the end of the road and you’d suggest to go back, but his hand would stop you. after clearing his throat, he would simply confess his feelings, and ending his speech with the cliche “would you be my girlfriend?” once you said yes, he would smile widely, showing off his cute dimples and take you back home, hand in hand.
this mochi would be so shy about it. not really knowing how to confess his feelings to someone, he would think of some alternative way without telling you directly. i can imagine him pretending to find a piece of paper on the ground, you would curiously ask what it is and he would hand it over to you, acting like he didn’t care. on that piece of paper would be written: ‘become jimin’s a) girlfriend b) a c) both of the above’. he would wait for you to cross your answer with worry in his eyes and blush across his face but would smile happily once he saw you choosing c, holding your hand and kissing you sweetly.
tae would be very random about it; he wouldn’t have it prepared at all. he would probably sit with you on a bench in a park and you would slightly complain about all those couples passing you, sighing about still being single. he would just randomly react with “we could date, so you wouldn’t feel so down.” once you agreed, he would continue in your previous conversation, smiling wider and more cheerfully then before. then we would suddenly ask: “are we dating now?” as you confirmed his words, he would lean over to you, kiss you on your cheek before laughing happily.
again, jungkook would be very nervous and shy, but instead would have everything prepared in advance. he would take you out to the cinema, letting you decide the movie. once it was over, he would take you to the shops, buying everything you wanted. when you left with a big stuffed bear in your arms, you would ask him why he’s doing so much for you. he would smile and say: “because i love you, that’s why.” after telling you his prepared speech about how beautiful and amazing you are, he would finally ask you: “will you please go out with me?” once you said yes, he would wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead gently.
Summary: Bucky and the reader are high school friends who get reacquainted with one another.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: none son
A/N: I’m horrible, I know but I couldn’t stop my creative juices from flowin’
“Natasha, I can hear you perfectly fine, you don’t need to shout.” you say, grabbing your coffee and walking towards the exit.
“I don’t think you understand, woman. This is a big deal.” she responds on the other end.
“Listen, I’m on my way back to the bookstore, we can talk about it there.” you tell her, rushing out of the door. “I got you a coffee too so maybe you-” you stop mid-sentence when you bump into someone, nearly dropping the two coffees in your hand.
You let out a sigh of relief when you realize you hadn’t dropped either of them on yourself before looking to see who you had ran into.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Did I – Y/N?”
There stood Bucky Barnes, your friend since high school and your crush since your sophomore year of college. The two of you had stopped talking when you were 23, a year after you had graduated. There wasn’t a fight that caused you two to stop talking but your lives went separate ways. Bucky moved to Washington and the contact between the two of you became less and less until there was no contact at all.
It has been 4 years since you’ve seen him and god were those years good to him. Just when you think you’re completely over him, he pulls you back in.
“B-Bucky?” you stutter out. Was it really him you were seeing or was your mind playing tricks on you?
You stretch your arm out and gently touch his face with your fingertips. Bucky lets out a chuckle and grabs your hand.
“It’s really me, doll.” he spoke as if he could read your mind.
You inhale sharply, dropping the two coffee cups before wrapping your arms around Bucky in a tight hug. The brunette lets out another laugh and holds you to him, nuzzling into your neck as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. It had been too long.
“Oh my god,” you murmur. After a while you pull away at arms length and look him up and down. “When did you get back?”
“About two months ago.” he responds. “When I got back I tried getting in contact with you. Did you change your number?”
“Yeah,” you nod. “I got a new phone a while back and didn’t feel like going through the process of transferring my phone number to my new phone.”
Bucky smiled. “Still lazy, I see.”
“Shut up.” you playfully shove his shoulder.
Bucky chuckles and stares at you for a short while, a goofy grin etched on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but was cut off by a woman’s voice.
“Y/N! Oh my god, lady what the hell are you doing? I’m in a life or death situation and you just leave me?”
You look down at your phone that’s in your hands then look at Bucky. “Oops, give me one second.” your old friend nods and you bring your phone up to your ear. “Nat, I’ve gotta go. See you in a bit.”
“But Y/N, I need you to-”
You hang up and shove the device in your pocket.
“Was that Natasha?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side.
“Yup.” you nod. “She’s flipping out because Bruce asked her out on a date.”
“No way,” he gasped. “her and Bruce are a thing?”
You nod. “A thing that hasn’t been acted upon till now.”
“I always thought her and Clint would end up together.”
You shake your head. “Clint’s married. He’s expecting his second child.”
“What? Are you serious?” you nod and Bucky rubs his hands over his face. “Wow, I’ve missed so much.”
You shrug. “See what happens when you want to move to Washington.”
Bucky bumps your shoulder with his. “Bite me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you smirk.
The two of you laugh and you let out a contented sigh.
Bucky licks his lips. “Listen I-”
He was cut off by your phone ringing and you inwardly groan at the familiar ringtone.
“It’s Natasha.” you say, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I should probably get going. She’s gonna kill me for hanging up on her.”
Bucky lets out a laugh and nods. “I’ll let ya get going then. Tell Nat I said hi.”
“Will do.” you smile. You give him one last hug and bid him goodbye before walking past him. Before you got too far though, he called out your name. You turn around, shielding your eyes from the sun.
“Do you, uh, maybe want to go out for lunch tomorrow?” you stay silent, processing his words and he continues. “It’s just been so long since we’ve talked and I wanna catch up with you. I mean for Christ’s sake I didn’t even know Clint was married let alone on his second kid. Who knows what else I’ve missed.”
You giggle when he pouts, but nod. “Yeah, I’d like that, Barnes.”
Bucky places a hand over his chest and fakes a look of distress. “Ouch. Barnes, really?”
“Yup. I only call friends by their first name.”
The brunette smiles. “Guess we have to get reacquainted then.”
Bucky bites his bottom lip and smiles. “See you tomorrow for lunch.”
“You better be paying.” you say, pointing a finger at him.
He nods. “Lunch is on me. All you have to do is bring your pretty self.”
“Deal.” you lean forward and shake his hand. “Nice doing business with you.”
Bucky lets out a laugh, causing you to smile.
“Where are we having lunch?” you ask.
“Haven’t thought that far ahead. Here, why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you when I figure it out.” he digs in his pocket for his phone before handing it over to you.
You quickly punch in your number and save it right when your phone goes off again. You hand his phone to him and sigh. “It’s Nat again. I really have to go otherwise I won’t be alive for lunch tomorrow.”
Bucky lets out a chuckle. “Alright. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” you wave at him once before turning around and walking off, completely forgetting about the two cups of coffee you dropped.
A/N: let’s get this party started. ik not much really happened but tell me what ya think :)
You rolled your eyes as you glanced at Theo’s truck. You knew he’d been sleeping in it. You regularly stole any leftover food at the end of the day and left it for him. You were sure the boss knew as they’d stared labeling take out boxes for you to take.
“There’s a breakfast and a coffee on the side.” One of the older woman, you worked with told you as you came in and shrugged off your coat, grabbing an apron. “Poor things been out there in the cold all night.”
“He’s been arrested twice, maybe we should convince the boss to give him a job.” You sighed as you grabbed the food and drink and headed over to Theo’s truck.
Request: Hi! Could I request a
Zach imagine?? Where the reader is invited to his party and he’s trying to win
her over and asks her to stay the night and to prove it’s not in a sexual way
he shuts down the whole party, sends everyone home immediately and watches Netflix
Your welcome :) this inspired me so it’s a little longer than my usual posts.
Stay - Zach
“Y/N!” You heard a deep voice call causing you to turn
around to see none other than Zach Dempsey.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was wondering if
you wanted to go to my party tonight.” He said sounding vaguely nervous. You
couldn’t help but be shocked by the invite; you had only talked to him a handful
of times, most of them about school. That and the fact that he had your number
from a group assignment a week ago, and he could’ve just texted you.
“Uh yeah maybe. I’m going to be late for Physics but just
text me the details.” You responded before racing off to class.
You spent the rest of the day wondering whether you should
actually go and trying to figure out why he even invited you. You never were
the party type, you didn’t hang out with any of his crowd, and you weren’t even
remotely popular. Yet the minute you got home you were riffling through your
closet trying to figure out what you could wear. Giving up you settled on a
pair of distressed jeans and a lower cut shirt than you would usually wear,
curled your hair, and decided not the change the makeup you wore to school in
fear of looking like you were trying too hard.
Once you deemed it late enough you drove to the party trying
to push away your nerves; it was just a high school party, so you knew you
shouldn’t be nervous. Zach most likely didn’t mean anything by inviting you. He
was just being polite. That’s all it was. When you pulled up to the house you
were even more nervous; the house was surrounded by cars and you could hear
music from nearly a block away. You found a parking spot and made your way to
the door trying to keep your cool as best as possible. The door was wide open
and you could see a crowd of people inside so you made your way in and to the
kitchen where you made a weird concoction of bear and soda, mostly just soda.
“You made it.” Zach said walking into the kitchen behind you,
having to speak extra loudly over the music. He leaned against the counter
watching you as you poured your drink.
“Figured I better do the high school party thing sometime.”
You only half joked while smiling up at him.
“Trust me you don’t miss much by not going,” he paused, “but
I have to say I’m glad you’re here.”
You didn’t have time to wonder what he meant and decided not
to worry about thinking so much, “Surprisingly, I am too.”
“You know I don’t think I’ve ever had this long of a
conversation with you that wasn’t about school.” He admitted.
“Oh yeah? How’s this new experience treating you?” You asked
taking a sip of your drink.
“Well, let’s just say I’ve hoping this happens a lot more
often.” He responded then paused for a few seconds, “you should stay tonight. I
want to get to know you.”
Your face went cold, you knew exactly what ‘get to know you’
meant in the mind of a teenage boy, “No, I’m going to go outside. It’s too loud
You tried to talk past him but his voice stopped you, “Wait
Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. Please just stay, and I promise I won’t try
anything. I really just want to actually talk to you and get to know you.”
With most guys you wouldn’t believe them but the sad puppy
look on his face stopped you. When Justin walked into the kitchen Zach stopped
“Hey, get everyone out of here.” He told Justin in a stern
“What? Dude it just started.” He said rolling his eyes at
“Just tell them someone called the cops. Get everyone out of
here now. Look I’ll owe you one.” Zach responded begging his friend who sighed
and walked back out to the party. You could hear him yelling about the cops and
how everyone needed to leave.
“Why did you do that?” You asked looking up at him.
“This way we can watch movies or something in the living
room.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, “I know if I brought you upstairs
to my room you’d be uncomfortable and think I’m trying something.”
You smiled at him, finally believing he was sincere, “Okay,
“Great job, Chaton,” Ladybug stood proudly after their customary fist bump on a top of the Eiffel Tower, her sight focused somewhere in the city, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes for some reason, her mind obviously occupied by something else, something way more important than her lovesick partner by her side. Even her fighting today was a little distracted, Chat noted. Something was definitely bothering his Lady. Maybe, he should…
“I have to go now,” Ladybug added, breaking his train of thought, her eyes still focused on the place Chat Noir suspected he knew very well. “Would you take care of Nino?”
“Sure.” Chat tilted his head to a side. A light smirk played on his lips as he wondered, “What’s the rush, my Lady? You didn’t use your Lucky Charm on your second transformation. Stay. We’ll get rid of him—“ he playfully glanced into Nino’s direction, “—and will hang out for a while. Paris is especially beautiful at night, you know. Not that it compares to you in any way but-”
At his enthusiasm Ladybug only rolled her eyes and prepared to depart. “As much as it’s fun to hang out with you, Chat, I have a boyfriend with whom I need to talk today. Just take care of Nino and I’ll see you at the patrol tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. No problem. You go. I’ll take care of everything,” Chat sadly sighed, looking after her disappearing into the night figure. “But your boyfriend isn’t home, my Lady,” he added almost silently. “He’s here, watching you fly away-”
“Sorry.” Adrien scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Were you sleeping?”
Ladybug blinked heavy eyes at him. “Was I…huh?”
“I just, uh, I didn’t want you to fall.”
Ladybug looked down to find herself crouched against one of the large windows that made up a wall of Adrien’s room. As if becoming aware of it made it real, shooting pain ran up her legs and back from their prolonged abuse in her current position. She tried to stand quickly and lost her balance. A strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.
“What were you doing out there?” Adrien asked, leading her to the couch.
Ladybug sat down, sighing in relief. Her cheeks flushed pink when she processed his question. “I-I…I was checking up on you.”
“Is there an akuma?”
“No, nothing like that. Wow, I must seem like a total creep.” She dropped her face in her hands. “I worry about you a lot s-so sometimes I like to come make sure you’re okay. I guess I fell asleep watch–” Ladybug groaned in embarrassment and folded in on herself a bit.
Adrien licked his lips. “You worry about me?”
Ladybug looked up at him. “Ever since Volpina, I can’t stop seeing you dangling from the Tower.”
“That wasn’t really me.”
“I know that…but it could have been.”
Adrien took a deep breath and reached out for Ladybug’s hand. She looked up at him in surprise. “It’s really sweet that you care about the citizens of Paris so much.” He traced a finger along the dimpled material covering her palm. “No wonder you’re exhausted if you try to visit everyone you’ve ever saved.”
“I don’t,” she replied quietly, mesmerized by the pattern he was making.
“You’re the only one I visit,” she admitted.
“Oh,” he breathed. “W-why is that?”
Ladybug’s cheek reddened again. “I’m…you’re…” She stood quickly. “I should go.”
Adrien still held onto her hand. “Now? B-but maybe we can hang out!”
“Don’t you have school soon?”
“I’ll skip it.”
“I have school soon.”
He looked down. “Right. Okay.” He hadn’t let go of her hand yet. “Will you, um, will you visit me again?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes!” It was Adrien’s turn to duck his head in embarrassment and dropped her hand.
Emboldened by his declaration, Ladybug leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Until next time then.” She quickly jumped to the window sill and slung out her yo-yo.
Adrien slid down to the ground with a goofy grin on his face.
“Oh brother,” Plagg complained. “You’re going to be even worse now, aren’t you?”
So I may have gotten really excited about your prompt @baneismydragon because you are seriously one of my favorite people on tumblr! :D Hope you enjoyed the story!
If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :)
I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write a Jughead imagine where they’re best friends who both like each other based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran? The song’s been playing over and over again in my head and it reminds me of jughead tbh. Thanks in advance! <3
(FEM!Reader) This is totally based off of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, so have a listen while you read this! I kind of sped up their relationship because I already had an idea in my head for this one. (Song credit : Ed Sheeran)
I also hope this makes up for no Riverdale today… *sad face*
Riverdale High School hallways were buzzing with excitement during homecoming week. Even your ragtag group of friends had an extra bounce to their steps. Everyone had plans for the dance and the weekend after. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin would be attending the dance together, since they’re single. Archie would be taking Valerie to the formal, meeting up with the trio there.
“So what about you two?” Everyone turned to look at you and Jughead who, next to Archie and Valerie, were the only other couple at the lunch table. You glanced at Jughead who simply rolled his eyes. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be into the dance. Neither were you to be fair, but you both had been so busy, you thought that it could’ve served as a relaxing date.
“We’ll probably be at Pop’s,” you said, and Jughead smiled at you. His strong dislike for school dances was something you had to work around sometimes, but that smile was always worth it. Veronica let out a groan and Betty laughed.
“You guys have been so busy with the murder case! Do you find any time for each other?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips as Jughead chuckled. You didn’t spend all your time together solving mysteries. Contrary to Veronica’s beliefs, you and Jughead were an affectionate couple. You just didn’t show it during school hours. The two of you were just kids when you fell in love, so your relationship was stronger than ever.
“Of course we have time for each other,” Jughead said, eating a chip, “this relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise.” You let out a small laugh at his words.
“Yeah, Jughead here is super needy,” you teased and everyone smiled, even Jughead. As the rest of lunch went on, you all made plans to hang out on Saturday.
“See ya Saturday,” Jughead said as the two of you started to your next class.
“Have fun at the dance tonight,” You added as you walked away. You had four minutes in between each bell, giving you enough time to question Jughead. You linked your pinky finger with his and he smiled at you. “You okay,” he asked, knowing that when you got nervous you liked to be touching him in some way.
“Maybe we should go to the dance.” You said, hoping that he would get the hint. He kept walking, pinkies still intertwined. You walked in silence to the door of your next classroom and Jughead pulled you closer to him. A blush rose to your cheeks at the action, knowing that others were looking at the two of you.
“Do you want to go?” He asked, his green eyes meeting your gaze softly. You curled your pinky tighter around his and shrugged. His free hand went to the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “What if I can guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight if you meet me at the Drive-In at seven o’clock?”
You raised you eyebrow at him, “guarantee?” He nodded in response and you smiled. “Well then it seems I have no choice, Jones.” He grinned and pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You blushed at the people looking at the two of you.
“I’ll see you at seven,” he said pulling away from you, “wear something nice.” You smiled as he walked away. You watched as he walked down the hall and when he was out of sight you walked into your classroom, wondering what he had in store for you.
Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
“Don’t think of it as being embarrassing,” (Y/N) heard Chris coo beside her. “We’ve come to understand that Sebastian just loves to brag about his cute neighbor.” She could feel her face fluster and could swear the heat had just kicked on to a sweltering temperature as her palms became clammy and her face got hot. At that point, (Y/N) had refused to look up from the unfolded menu she had buried her face behind and the taunting shifted to Sebastian who’s embarrassment was on par with hers.
“I’m going to head to the ladies room before our food arrives,” Lizzie announced, “care to join me, (Y/N)?”
“Sure,” (Y/N) eagerly accepted and rose from her seat, feeling more comfortable and in control of the situation as her body elongated and she paced away from the men.
“I’m sorry about that,” she sighed as soon as they were away from the table.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” (Y/N) reassured Elizabeth as she held the bathroom door open and the each stopped in front of a sink and looked at one another’s reflection.
“It’s so painful to watch when the decided to heckle one another.” She paused, allowing the warm water to rush over her freezing hands before turning back to the guest in her company. “I mean, it’s not fair for them to tease Sebastian so relentlessly for liking someone like you.” Had (Y/N) not already gotten the impression that Elizabeth was a sweet and caring person, her comment would have been taken as bitchy, but since she was the only person that hadn’t drawn attention to the awkwardness of the situation, (Y/N) decided to hear her out.
“Wait, what do you mean?” she asked quietly as a woman and her young daughter entered the restroom.
“By ‘someone like you?’” she questioned while dabbing her hands with a paper towel. “I mean someone so smart, funny, and beautiful. I’m sorry if that came out wrong.”
“No, no, I mean the part that you said about Sebastian liking me,” (Y/N) hurried.
“You didn’t know?” Elizabeth questioned while raising a hand to her mouth, her already large eyes growing in shock as (Y/N)’s confusion strengthened. “Of course you didn’t, you left early.”
“Wait, what?” (Y/N) gasped. Lizzie grabbed (Y/N) by the arm and hurriedly walked toward a refurbished, upholstered bench resting against the wall closest to the door. Setting themselves down, Elizabeth dug through her bag for her phone as she spoke.
“Sebastian hasn’t been able to stop talking about his ‘cute neighbor’ since you fixed his TV,” she explained. “It’s not as thought he’d being aggravating or annoying about it, but he does talk about you just enough to know that he likes you as, well, more than just neighbors.” Elizabeth pulled out her phone and scrolled through the messages until she reached yesterday afternoon.
Sebastian Stan:hey liz…can I get your opinion on something?
Liz Olsen:sure, what’s up?
Sebastian Stan: as a woman, when would you consider it to be too early for a guy to ask you out?
Sebastian Stan:nevermind, it’s stupid
Liz Olsen:nooo, wait! Seb are you talking about (Y/N)?!
Liz Olsen:bc if you are, you’re basically already dating her with how often you say you hang out.
Sebastian Stan:hanging out is different from dating, besides it doesn’t matter. There’s no way of knowing if she likes me so staying friends is easier, right?
Liz Olsen: just test it out! The next time you hang out just act couple-y and if thing feel right, you’ll know if you should push things further or not
“So that’s why he was being all flirty and touchy-feely,” (Y/N) sighed in revelation.
“Keep reading,” she said and pointed to the messages that resumed almost five minutes after (Y/N) left Sebastian’s apartment the previous night.
Liz Olsen:how are things going :D
Sebastian Stan:they’re not. She just left.
Liz Olsen:why??! What happened?!
Sebastian Stan: dunno…things were going great and then she got jumpy and left. I think she’s stressed about work and stuff
Liz Olsen:I’m sure that’s it. If she had a long day she may just want to lie down :/
Liz Olsen:Tom, Anthony, Chris, and I are wanting to hang out together tomorrow. You should come and bring (Y/N). Maybe hanging out with everyone will make her feel more comfortable :)
Sebastian Stan:maybe..we’ll see
As soon as (Y/N) finished the messages, she returned the phone to Lizzie and anxiously chewed on the inside of her lip.
“What do you think about him?” she asked in a quiet and soft voice.
“Sebastian’s great,” (Y/N) stated, “but I don’t have much of anything to offer.”
“What does that mean?” she asked dumbfounded at (Y/N)’s rationale.
“I’m not enough for him. I’m only twenty-one, I’m still in school–honestly I’ve heard him and Mackie give so much shit to Tom about pretty similar qualities that I have,” (Y/N) explained.
“That’s just them being jerks and hazing the new guy,” Lizzie tried to explain to (Y/N).
“But still, if they can say some pretty harsh things about him over the fact that he’s only twenty-one, why is there an exception for me? And who’s to say when that exception will expire?”
“So being younger than him means that you’re not enough?”
“It’s not just that, if I hadn’t been thirteen or fourteen years younger then it would be a bit different, but he was entering high school when I was entering the world. He’s so much more accomplished and distinguished than I could ever hope to be. He’s only exclusively dated actresses and models and I’m just some graduate student who lives below him.”
“What you do for a living doesn’t make you any more or less ‘worth’ someone’s attention, (Y/N), and the ways we meet people will probably never make sense, but you and Sebastian are too similar emotionally to keep yourselves from enjoying one another’s company and you’re lives are too interconnected through proximity for you to start writing any goodbyes,” Lizzie said softly.
“I’m not writing my goodbyes,” (Y/N) sighed. “I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”
“And why do you say that?” Elizabeth asked with a smile on her face as the young woman in front of her laughed gently at their situation–two strangers having their first conversation with one another on a bench in a public restroom.
“I guess it’s because I want to know if there really needs to be a goodbye, or if we there would be one if I weren’t trying to force it between us,” (Y/N) replied.
“He’s liked you for a long time,” Lizzie said softly as the pair rose from their seats.
“He’s a great guy, but I may always still have reservations about certain things,” (Y/N) sheepishly admitted.
“And it’s okay to be afraid, just don’t let that fear cause you to abandon something that could be wonderful.”
Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You
Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Danny Smith (OMC). Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Vision, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)
Warning/s: Angst, Mentions of murder, Mentions of abuse (not between Steve and the reader), Mentions of alcohol
Side note: This is my first ever 13 reasons why imagine, sorry if it is not the best. Also let me know if you’d like me to write more parts of this.
The bell rang, announcing the lunch break was over. (Y/N) walked towards
her next class with Sheri by her side. (Y/N) wasn’t a cheerleader nor popular,
but she was friends with Sheri since they were three. And she felt blessed that
when Sheri became a cheerleader and started to hang around with popular people
she was still her friend and there for her. Like the truthful and loyal friend
On their way, they ran into a tumult of people, they began to pass
through them, since their classroom was on the other side of the hall. When
they ran through the crowd and reached a free space, they found what was
causing so much fuss.
Summary: Finally pushing away all your insecurities, you allow Chanyeol to provide you with a night you would never forget.
Author’s Note: “This was my first time even attempting to write smut so I know it’s going to be awful. I really wanted to try to write it, already having this scenario in mind. Naturally, I picked Chanyeol as he is my UB. Please let me know how I did I would really appreciate it! <3″ - This was one of my favorite scenarios I ever posted on my previous blog so I just had to repost it here! Enjoy!
Nico slowly realizing that his cheeks heat up most of the time whenever he sees Jason or when he’s just hanging out with his best friend and he’s so confused why is that so. Until Percy tells him while wiggling his eyebrows, “That’s called blushing and I can sense someone crushing on a certain son of Zeus.”
Percy expects Nico to deny and maybe punch him but no, Nico just blushes even more because “Oh gods. You’re right.”And Nico panics. “What do I do, Percy?”
“You go tell him and kiss him like a man!”
Nico’s stands up and shakes himself. “You’re right! I should just tell him and—” he looks back at Percy and blushes even more upon realizing what Percy just said “WHAT IN HADES—I can’t just do...that!” Nico was clearly scandalized.
Then from afar, Jason sees them and smiles because his two friends are getting along better than he expected after everything that happened.
Alya and Nino are very loyal friends. Even when they are on a trip, they are always ready to drop anything for a phone call from their best friends. Ao3 link.
I finally wrote the story from this post. It is a series of short, silly scenes. Alya and Nino are secret badasses but they always put their friends first.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Nino’s voice came from the cell phone.
“I’m sooo bored!” Adrien moaned, falling back against his bed. He had been so lonely ever since he graduated lycee six months ago. He wanted to go straight to University but he struck a deal with his dad. If he modeled full time for two years, he could study whatever he wanted. He had been managing it until Nino had left two weeks ago for a two month trip around Europe with Alya. He was happy for his friend but he missed him. Life was so boring without him.
Nino laughed. “Sorry bro. It must be so boring being a supermodel.”
“It really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Adrien laughed. “I’m surprised you have time to talk to me. When is Alya going to drag you off somewhere?”
“Don’t worry.” He paused for a moment. “She’s busy.”
Adrien laughed. “What’s she doing?”
“Just making a deal with the mob. I’m keeping watch.” Nino said casually.
I am not sure if this is going to turn into a series or just be one shot but its about Cassian and Nesta having apartments next to each other. Sort of like Friends but not really. Let me know if you like it and you want more.
All Nesta wanted to do today was bake, turn on the cheesiest romcom she could find, and do some much needed relaxing but her coworkers had other ideas. They kept calling her until she decided to give up on relaxing and go into work to solve everyone’s problems.
So here she was walking into her apartment at 11 o’clock already on her second batch of cookies. As soon as she walked into her apartment an hour earlier she put on her old school guilty pleasure spotify playlist and got to baking.
When she’s gone through her playlist four times she has already finished baking two batches of her world famous chocolate chip cookies, one batch of oatmeal cookies (Elain’s favorite), three batches of M&M cookies, and was working on her favorite everything-but-the-kitchen-sink where she put every kind of chocolate she had in her house in the cookies.
As she begun collecting the ingredients she realized she was out of sugar. Without thinking it through she makes her way out into the hall and knocks on the apartment across from her.
After five minutes, and knocking three times, the door finally opens to reveal her neighbor Cassian. “Hey?” he says, more of a question than a statement. He rubs the the sleep out of his eyes, and Nesta forces herself to stare at his face so her eyes don’t trail down to the abs that were on full display. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”
She rolls her eyes at the nickname before requesting, “I need sugar. One cup to be presence.”
He raises an eyebrow and chuckles slightly, “Sugar? Your knocking on my door for sugar?” He opens the door wider so she can follow him into his kitchen. After taking the measuring cup from her he opens his cabinet and looks around for the sugar. “Can I ask why you need a cup of sugar at four in the morning?”
“I am baking- wait. What did you just say?” she asks, catching the blinking light on his microwave that read 4:03. She jumps off the stool she had planted herself on while she waited for him to get her sugar and exclaims, “It’s 4:03 am? My sister’s graduation is tomorrow morning!”
“So you don’t normally bake in the middle of the night? I was beginning to worry that I was living next to a vampire,” he says, handing over the full measuring cup.
“Thanks,” she says taking the cup from him and walking towards the door. “Sorry for waking you up 4, hopefully it won’t happen again.”
He puts his hand on his door before she can open it causing her to look up at him. “I think you owe me one,” he says.
She scoffs and shoves his arm out of her way and exits his apartment, “You’ve borrowed enough creamer from me we are definitely even.”
“How about coffee tomorrow?” he asks before she can disappear into her own apartment.
She pauses slightly and turns towards him. “Okay,” she replies slowly in thought. “Meet me at the coffee shop around the corner at nine.”
“Nine?” He exclaims, doing the math in his head. “You just woke me up!”
She shrugs, “That’s the only time I am free tomorrow.”
He frowns, and Nesta can see that he is thinking it through in his head, finally he nods. “Okay, I’ll see you at nine.”
“Feyre, believe me. It was awkward. So awkward,” Nesta says, as she stares intently in the mirror trying to perfect her eyeliner while balancing her cellphone between her ear and shoulder. “Worst 47 minutes of my life.”
“47 minutes?” Feyre repeats laughing, “How bad could it be? You’ve been on some pretty bad dates, Nes. Remember when that guy from your gym took you hiking and basically pushed you into a creek?”
“Thanks for reminding me,” Nesta grunts, finishing up one eye and moving onto the next one. “All we did was bicker. I don’t think that’s a good sign on the first date.”
“Isn’t your excuse for not going on second dates always because they didn’t have enough fire in them?” Feyre counters, and Nesta can practically see the smug look on her sisters face through the phone.
Nesta pauses, before replying with a simple, “So?”
Feyre laughs again, “So most guys don’t have enough fire and your neighbor has too much? I think it’s time you start adopting cats.”
“I am a dog person,” she replies.
“Rhys just got here, I’ll see you later at graduation and you can tell me more about your neighbor,” Feyre says.
“She wasn’t interested at all. She looked at her phone three times in ten minutes,” Cassian says into the phone as he goes through his closet.
“Was it a hard to get disinterest?” Rhys asks.
“Definitely not. It was disinterest disinterest,” he says to his best friend. “She bolted out of the coffee shop as fast as she could and we live across from each other.
“Well, maybe this means you should stop pinning over her. You know, Feyre, has been mentioning setting you up with her sister,” Rhys says.
Cassian pulls out his suit, and throws it onto his bed. “Elain? Isn’t she married and expecting? I don’t think her husband would like her going out on a date with me.”
Rhys chuckles on the other side of the line. “No, her sister N-,” he pauses, “I just arrived at Feyre’s apartment I’ll see you later at her graduation, right?”
After hanging up with him and finishing getting ready he makes his way to the parking garage connected to his apartment. He hears a groan of frustration around the corner and a familiar female voice exclaim, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Turning the corner he sees Nesta kicking her the front tire of her car. “What did your car do to deserve that. sweetheart?” she jumps and turns around frowning.
“It won’t start and I am probably going to be late to my sisters graduation and shes going to kill me,” she rambles, pulling her cellphone out of her purse allowing Cassian time to admire the short blue dress she wore. “My other sister is probably already there because she’s always early to everything.”
Cassian frowns and looks at his watch. “Where’s her graduation? I can drop you off,” he says.
She looks up surprised and her eyes drop to the suit he’s wearing then back up to his face. “Prythian University,” she says.
“Perfect, that’s where I am heading,” he says, before turning to walk and gesturing for her to follow. She locks her car and follows behind him.
“Why are you going to Prythian University? Does someone you know go there?” she asks.
“My friends girlfriend is graduating. I usually wouldn’t go to these kind of things but he’s planned a big surprise for her after it. He’s actually proposing, which is about time. Those two have been in love with each other since they met. He even flew up her sister, Elain, who lives in North Carolina.” When he finishes he looks over to see what Nesta was going to say but shes not walking next to him anymore. He turns to see her stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “You okay?”
“Is your friend Rhysand?” she asks.
Cassian frowns confused, “Yeah, why? Do you know him?”