miss your face on my screen

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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Prop Hunt

Mark, Jack, Bob, and Wade

You watch with delight. You missed Prop Hunt. Everything is going as normal, laughter and jokes flying back and forth until something goes wrong with Jack and Mark’s facecams.

“Hey uh… guys, I think my camera’s dying.” 

“Same. Weird. I’ll be right…”


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Another face appearing in Mark’s facecam, taunting smirk overlaying a clueless Mark, Jack disappearing in a cloud of static only to reappear in.. Wade’s? But no, that’s not Jack… Bob frozen, picture distorted, Wade is GONE.

The screen goes black. You sit in shock. 

The screen suddenly explodes with color and movement, voices through your headphones making you jump.

“TrUCe… R͕͉͎̬̭̰̞̓͝͞ẽ̞̥̹̼̟̾̒͊̀v̫̞̪̲̂ͬͤ͋ͪ̚͘ͅe̹̺̟͍͈̳̽ͨ̊̈́ͣ̍͐̂̒n̸̛̺̖̝͍̝̠ͭ̿̋͌ͣ̚g̢̳̠̘̠̦ͧͮ̕͜e͓̺̿̆̍̊̾̽̈́ͬ̉̀… L̓͊҉͓̼͎̻̖Et’s pl͈̰̯̪̠̖ͧͯ͠ͅaͬ҉͘҉̞̤̝̥̜ͅY.”



Based off a text submission by @markiplitessepticeyes to @markiplierswhatifs. Inspired by a few of @markired‘s wonderful gifs. 

Holy. Shit. This edit consumed my brain. I’ve spent the last 3 days working on it, at all hours, and even had multiple dreams about working on it long after I want to sleep. 

Also, excuse my questionable writing. I wanted this to be a gif but then I thought how cool it would be as a video edit. But after staring at Premiere Pro for about 5 hours, I fled back to the safety of Photoshop and made what you see now. A tiny bit of written narrative to make up for what’s missing with visual cues.

(Gifs take from: S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ,  HORROR. and THE MYSTERIOUS SCREAMING TRASH CAN ¦ Prop Hunt #41)

;Someone said something to me today that bothered me. In fact, I’ve heard it so many times throughout my life I cannot even count: “Long distance relationships never work.” That is a massive pile of bull sh*t. Let me clarify, I am not stating long distance relationships can’t end. I am not saying distance has not ended relationships before. I am just tired of people saying that they can’t ever work. That they are destined to fail from the start. Every relationship has obstacles. And long distance is an obstacle. A difficult one no doubt, but one that can be overcome with communication and devotion. If you care about someone, you never want to let them go(at least for me) and that is the same during long distance. Yeah, of course, you miss them and distance is challenging. It’s work. It isn’t easy. But your care and love for the other person can override that. My parents dated for 6 years long distance and talked over the phone, visited each other, the whole nine yards before getting married. On top of that, this was before we lived in a technological age where you can LITERALLY speak directly to someone’s face through a screen if you want. In my opinion, there are three reasons why long distance relationships fail.

1. Infidelity/Need for Physical Intimacy- A major reason long distance relationships fail is due to someone’s need for a physical/sexual connection. This is very common. Many times when long distance relationships start, people do not understand the actual strain of not having a sex life or the aspect of not being able to physically be with the other person. This leads to people meeting someone new who fills that physical void and sexual need. My love language is physical touch so this is one thing I VERY much understand. Buuuuuuuuut that does not mean I can’t pull off a long distance relationship. The answer to this problem is knowing when you can physically be in their presence next. Plan a week/weekend where you go and stay with them. This can restart your fire and help re-affirm why you are doing this. It also gives you something for both of you to look forward to. Now, many people enjoy sex. It is normal and healthy to have a frequent sex life, but it is hard to have a sex when you are miles apart. If you have some sexual urges, talk to your partner about it. Be open and don’t be afraid to say something to your partner. Let them know it is something you are missing and hopefully, your partner will work with you to try to solve this problem. Technology is your friend: phone sex, snapchat, facetime, etc. There are so many ways you can keep a sex life fresh and strong even with distance between you.

2. Fear/Anxiety- This is usually the reason some long distance relationships end within the first month. In this situation, one person in the relationship is afraid it won’t work out down the road or that they won’t be strong enough to last until they can be together again. It is a rash decision solely based in fear and insecurity. This is not really a problem that can be fixed. It is something that the person needs to sort out themselves. There may be nothing wrong with the relationship at all. Everything could be going great! But the fear that the couple won’t be able to make it work even though the skies are clear, is just anxiety and becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Some people cannot get rid of the devil on their back whispering in their ear that it will never work. (And people saying, “Long distance never works.” does not help these people FYI.) Key to avoiding this is making sure to communicate with your partner. Let them know how much you care about them. You can schedule time to talk every day so you stay connected. You can text throughout the day. You can facetime and plan movie dates together, Do things you would do if you were actually in the same place. Remind yourself and your partner that this is not permanent, you will be together eventually.

3. Uncertainty/Denial- Finally, uncertainty and denial. This one is short and simple. You were not meant to be. You simply are not right for each other. Denying that you both are not happy will just make you resent each other in the end and ruin any chance you may have at a friendship. I know realizing you are not meant to be with each other is hard to accept, but sometimes that is how life works and there will be someone out there more suited for you. (And they may be just a few minutes away.)

Now, I may seem like someone who is happily in a long distance relationship who has never experienced heartbreak ever; That I have been in a beautiful, perfect relationship since high school and I “am just cut out for long distance.” But I have been in long distance relationships that have succeeded and long distance relationships that have failed. And my reason for sharing this is not to tell you to jump into a long distance relationship. Distance adds obstacles to a relationship that many never anticipate dealing with. It is a big hurdle, but you just have to be prepared to jump over it when you need to. I am tired of being told it cannot be done. Love can travel any distance and I firmly believe that.”

—  therookiewordsmith
Oh my god ( Jacksepticeye x FemReader )

(( gif not mine ;0 ))

Originally posted by boopymooplier

(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.

Request:  Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here

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“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.

“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.

“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”

“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”

“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.

“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.

“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”

She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree. 

“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”

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“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”

“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”

She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”

“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.

Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.

“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.

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“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.

“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”

Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.

“I love you!” she called

“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.

“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.

“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.

“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.

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“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”

Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.

“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”

“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.

“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”

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“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.

“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.

“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.

“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.

“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.

“Bye!” your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.

“Oh my g–”

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(A/N):
So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!

Little Tease

Originally posted by banshy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.


Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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A Far Away Infinity

This fic idea was just floating around in my head for a while and I finally wrote it. It will probably be around four or five parts. Let me know what you think!


Part 1 // Maybe it’s You and Me? //

The museum was busy for a weekday, Claire thought. She would know as she visited the museum at least once a month one her days off from the hospital. People bustled around her in hushed whispers around the gallery, gazing at the art hanging on the walls.

Claire stood back from the cluster of people, readjusting her sunglasses on the top of her head and squinting as the small text box next to the painting instructed to do. Art was one of her favorite things, though she had no creative ability whatsoever. Science was more her style, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t spend her days admiring others’ labor of love.

Museums were quiet and evoked a sort of peace in her, she had found. In contrast to the hectic ER, the museum juxtaposed the energy in her professional life. She would get lost in a gallery, tracing the footsteps of others and observing the other guests as much as the art on display.

Having been through all galleries three times, she decided it was time for coffee. Black and strong. It was a treat she always looked forward to at the end of her visit. A nice place in the museum café, looking out at the streets with a book for the next few hours.

She walked down the corridor leading to the main lobby of the museum, pulling out her phone and glancing at the lock screen.

Frank Randall

Just landed. Talk to you tonight. 

She typed out a quick response and pocketed the phone again. Frank was on a trip to London for the weekend. He usually came along to museums with her, though he preferred the historical museums more than the modern. 

They had been dating for the past three years, and a little part of Claire loathed to admit that she preferred going to the museum without him.

She loved Frank. She really did. He took care of her and loved her, but Claire couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Or was she being unrealistic? They had a solid love, a comfortable partnership. Dependable. Frank had mentioned marriage more than once, he being eight years older than her 28 years. He was ready, but she wasn’t. 

Why?

Sighing, she glanced around the small café at the seats available and sighed again when there was a man in a beanie sitting in her usual spot. She shrugged her jacket tight around her in frustration and moved to grab her coffee, all the while glaring at the face hidden in their laptop.

 Grumbling to herself, she sat her purse on the table behind her usual, hoping the man would leave soon so she could snag it.  Her spot had the perfect natural lighting for reading and the one she currently sat at was uncomfortably close to the rubbish bin. 

Cracking open her book, she began to lose herself once more in “Wuthering Heights” and sipped her hot coffee.

Immersed in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff, she neglected to notice her phone buzzing until it rang for probably the third time.

JAMIE FRASER flashed on her screen with the photo of them together on the estate of his family’s home. She loved that picture. Faces pressed together, smiles on their faces from the crazy wind whipping their hair around, and the green valley in the background.

Quickly, she tapped the screen and held the phone up to her ear.

“Hello?” 

“I was beginning to think ye were ignoring me.”

The sound of his voice made a ridiculous smile spread on her face and her toes curl.

“No, not ignoring you. I was reading and didn’t hear the phone,” she laughed. “What’s up?” 

“Can’t a guy call his best friend?” 

“Oh, I’m your best friend? I thought that was Ian?”

He laughed. She missed his laugh. “Ian’s my brother-in-law. It doesn’t count.” He paused for a moment, “What are you doing?”

She glanced up and noticed the the man had left and her table was vacant. Scrambling, she put the phone into the crook of her neck and gathering her purse, coffee and book. “Just reading a little. Boring, you know me.”

Triumphantly, she deposited her stuff on the table and sighed as she sat down, settling in for another long haul. “What, are you coming home from the gym?” 

He liked to call her on his way home after a work out to pass the time and chat. Though, it was usually a lot earlier where he was. Time differences were a bitch.

“No. I’m rather annoyed though,” despite the statement, she could hear him smiling.

“Oh, about what?” She inquired, taking a sip of her now cold coffee.

“This girl just stole my table,” he said with a huff.

She almost dropped her cup. Without being obvious, she tried to scan the room. He’s not here, you’re being ridiculous, she thought to herself, but still, her eyes searched.

“Well, go steal it back,” she said, a little breathless. She hoped he didn’t hear it.

“Alright,” he laughed and simultaneously, she felt two hands clamp onto her shoulders. The familiar feel of them meant she didn’t need to check, so she turned and threw herself into his arms. 

“Jamie!”

He hummed into her hair, “Well, hello there,” he chucked, wrapping his arms around her tight. She remembered how they felt when he held her against his chest and when he carried her in his arms, and when he pinned her down to the be– 

“Happy to see me?” He interrupted her memories while stepping back to look at her.

“Of course, but why aren’t you in America?” 

She took a step back from his embrace with regret. His denim jacket smelled like heaven and she wanted to breath in the scent all day until she got drunk off it.

“I just came for a visit. I’m heading to Lallybroch in a few days, but I wanted to see you.”

An ear-to-ear smile spread on her face and she felt it flush. He smirked and wrapped an arm around her, grabbing her stuff off the table and leading her towards the exit.

 “Let’s go,” he said, his nose accidentally grazing her temple. 

Gathering her thoughts, she made a few inches of space between their bodies, shrugging out of his arm. Don’t get close, her brain warned. Not again. You won’t recover a second time. 

~Five Years Earlier~ 

Tonight, the sky was lit with a smattering of stars that illuminated the walk to the pub. The inside glowed like a snow globe, a little bubble from the harsh Scottish weather. It would be cozy inside with multiple fires burning and some good company.

It was Jamie’s 23rd birthday tonight and she was here was to help him ring in the new year of life, along with a few other close friends from uni. It was also a premature goodbye party as graduation was approaching fast and soon they would go their separate ways into the real world.

As she walked in, rubbing her gloved hands together and sighing from the sudden embrace of warmth, she immediately felt eyes on her. She didn’t need to look around from hanging her scarf and coat up to know that it was Jamie’s eyes looking at her. She always knew what his gaze felt like. A spark of adrenaline, warmth and awareness was the recipe and she found it intoxicating.  

They had met as freshman and were close ever since. There had been an attraction since the beginning, but nothing ever happened between them. He was her best friend and vise versa, but he had had a high school sweetheart, Laoghaire, and he had dated her the first two years of uni. When they broke up ­–which everyone saw coming– Claire had already been dating André, a transfer student from Spain. Their relationship was rocky at best and lasted the better part of last year, but quickly ended after he moved back to Spain. 

 But now, since the first time they had met, they were both single. Though, Claire felt sure that friends was all they were destined to be.

“Ah, there she is! And late, who would have thought?”

Smiling, she shook her head and butted her shoulder against Jamie as she took the vacant stool next to him. “You’re lucky I came at all, bastard. I do have an exam in two days.” 

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, which made her heart skip, and wrapped an arm tight around her. He poured her a beer from the pitcher the table had been sharing and raised a glass towards her. “Now, WE DRINK!”

“Ayes” were exclaimed around the table, from Rupert, who had already looked drunk to Gellis, who looked more than annoyed with him, to Angus, Willie and a few other faces ready to get pissed as Rupert was putting it. 

“Cheers, birthday boy,” she clicked her glass against his.

“Cheers,” he murmured, not taking his piercing blue eyes off hers as he took a sip.

 Warmth pooled in her belly, but she fought it away with a gulp of cold beer and enjoyed the rest of the night without any feelings complicating things.


“SHE WANTED ME, MAN! BERDAAAAA! COME TO ME!” Rupert stumbled drunkenly while Jamie and Angus tried to shuffle his huge body into a cab.

“She didna want ye, Rup,” Jamie struggle to say under his weight. “She just wanted ye to leave her be. Yer drunk, man. You’re going home.”

Rupert glared at him while Angus got in the cab and pulled on him with all his might. Between Jamie’s shoving and Angus’ pulling, Rupert finally managed to get himself in.

Right before Jamie shut the door, Rupert pulled on his collar while looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and whispered something to Jamie that made him turn bright red. 

Glancing away nervously, she pulled out her phone and pretended to type something out while the door closed and started to drive away.

“Do ye want me to call you one, Sassenach?”

“Um,” she glanced up at him as he looked down at her. Damn that poker face. She could never tell what he was thinking, but she hoped that he couldn’t see through her glass face at that moment. 

The wind whipped around them, chilly for May. She didn’t want the night to end, to not see him again until next week after finals were over. And then what? Where would they be?

Time seemed to be slipping away too fast for her to catch it and it made her palms sweaty and her heart race.

“Hm?”

He moved a step closer to her to block the wind while she decided what to do next. She wasn’t drunk enough to say anything rash, but maybe had just enough buzz to do something daring. 

He rubbed a hand down her sweater to warm her. A friendly gesture. Did he only see her as a friend? 

Well, if he rejected her, she could just joke it off as her having to much to drink tomorrow. Or she felt bad he had no one to kiss on his birthday.

“Claire, do you want me to –”

She cut off his question with her lips.

He jumped slightly as if the feel of her kiss was the last thing he ever expected, ever imagined in that moment. He was motionless underneath her hands. Still as a statue. 

Gently, she released his top lip with the upmost reluctance, stepping down and looking at his unreadable face.

She knew he could read her own face in that moment. Her eyes were wide and lips parted still. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes watched the motion like a hawk.

Taking a step back even further, she pushed the hair from her face and looked down at her feet.

“You don’t have to say anything, Jamie. I’m sorry,” she stuttered and fumbled for her phone in her pocket while he still gawked at her.

 “I’ll just,” she motioned back to the bar. “I’ll call a cab.” 

She turned sharply and wondered if she should stumble to make it seem like she was drunk for her alibi tomorrow. 

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, watching it form a cloud in front of her. Caught up in her own humiliation, she didn’t hear his footsteps until she felt his touch.

 Before she realized what had happened, she found herself against the cold brick of the bar, out of sight, in the dark with Jamie’s lips pressed urgently against hers. 

Gasping into his mouth, she did nothing as one arm snaked around her waist to pull her body tight against his. She felt his other hand weave into her hair, pushing her beanie off and gripped her hard. Her own hands dangled at her side as his lips and tongue urged her mouth open to him.

He pulled back to look at her, gasping for breath as if he had just run a marathon. His lips were red and swollen from her kisses, a curl of red dangled in front of his face and his eyes were heartbreakingly blue. The earlier mask was gone and all she saw was urgent hope. She had never seen him more beautiful. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, looking carefully into her eyes. 

“No, are you?” 

“No,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, then cupping her cheek in his palm.

They starred at each other for a long beat, both unaware of what to do next.

It’s time to be brave, Beauchamp.

She licked her lips again and took a deep breath. “Maybe you can call that cab?” 

He stared at her for a moment and then his eyes flickered away from her as he shuffled his feet.

“Ok,” he cleared his throat and patted his pocket for his phone, eyebrows drawn together in either confusion or disappointment. Maybe both.

She smiled a little and snagged a finger into one of his belt loops, pulling him back against her. He jerked in surprise and look at her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t find the missing piece to. 

“But how about it only goes to your place?”

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help you forget - part 2.

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: smut, blood, a little angst. (scott being a dick.)

part 1. 

the sounds of slamming lockers echoed around the hallways as you let out a tired sigh, shoving your books into your backpack as fast as you could, wanting nothing more than to get out of the building and have a long nap, preferably on derek’s hard chest.

it had been two weeks since you and derek had got together, at first it was weird, not knowing how to act with him around everyone but as soon as he pulled you into his lap in the middle of a pack meeting leaving everyone wide eye’d as he planted kisses on the back of our neck, you figured it out pretty quickly.

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I want a life with you. I want to fast forward this part, right here, when we are living out our separate lives miles from each other. I don’t want our worlds to only collide by text or to touch your face through a computer screen, tracing the outline of your jaw and imagining the softness of your hair beneath my fingers. I do not wish for dates set weeks from now and checking them off on my phone and going to sleep each night, grateful another day has disappeared.

No, quite simply my love I want our universes to be so tangled, so intricately wrapped that missing you will only be an option when sleep finds me.
I want a life with you, a home with you, a bed and the same four walls. I want to brush my lips across yours as I leave for work in the morning, knowing that we will be together when night falls. I want to kick off my shoes and have you rub my feet and tell you about my day, about my horrible boss and rude clients and for you to say all of the right things at the right time, just like you always do.

I want late night runs to the grocery store for popcorn and candy before we climb into our matching onesies and binge watch The Walking Dead and to then lie awake deep into the night, discussing how we would survive zombie apocalypse—you laughing at my terrible survival instincts before pulling me close into your chest and telling me “I’ve got your back.”

Because you always have.

I want those quiet mornings when we’re both working hard, not speaking but existing in the same space, taking it in turns to make tea and coffee and I want those days when our passion consumes us and we tear apart the entire house, like young lovers again lost to each other without a care in the world.

I want D.I.Y with you, building flat pack furniture and arguing over the stupid instructions before collapsing into fits of laughter and cracking open the wine. I want to feel your hand at the small of my back as we throw our first house gathering, each of us filtering into the room to speak to our friends but always catching each other’s eyes and smiling knowing that we have made it, we are here, this is ours.

So please, let us skip this part, press fast forward, let us return to each other and build our life together. I want all of those in-between bits, the mundane every day bits when we will get annoyed at each other for leaving the milk out or not washing the dishes straight away or finding socks at the foot of the bed. I want us to talk about chores, what we need from the shop and which family event we need to attend this month.

I want that small pleasure at a simple life with you because my love, no day is ordinary with you, no day will need anything other than your existence, your smile, your gentle touch.

And maybe I am silly for wanting to rush it, maybe I am forgetting that the distance is romantic in its own way, maybe I should be making the most of this last year of studying before I dive into my writing career but really, truly, I just want you, no more, no less.

Only you, and us. And our life together.

—  Rose Goodman Via Thought Catalog

Imaging Skyping with Jensen from the airport when your flight gets delayed

“Two more hours, I can’t believe they delayed your flight,” Jensen whined as he sipped his drink, pouting on his laptop as you two Skyped. It had been three long weeks apart and while he was continuing filming in Vancouver you had been in LA shooting reshoot for a movie.

“I know, by the time I get there now we’ll be leaving for comic con,” you signed as you sank in the airport seat.

“You’re pretty,” Jensen cooed in the laptop.

“I should join the club and get drunk I guess.”

“Y/N, hurry up, we can’t listen to him complain anymore, you know he’s been sleeping in your trailer because Pretty Boy over here can’t go home?” Jared Teased as he popped up in the screen.

“Is that true, Jay, no wonder you look so tired,” you felt horrible, you two barely spent a night a way from each other.

“I Heart you, my dear,” Jensen made a two halves of a heart with his hands and joined them around your face. Jared and Misha joined suite.

“So Cliff will be picking me up given the state of my fiancé?” You missed him more than anything, but he looked in no condition you’ve driving.

“Woah, beautiful I,” Jensen slurred, “will be there right at the gate ready to kiss your pretty ass. You’ve been filming this whole time with that Captain America Kid, he’s had his hands on my girl….”

“Don’t worry, Cliff is driving,” Jared yelled over his friend, “go easy on him, someone’s jealous.”

“Jealous? I will kick his red while and blue ass,” Jensen growled.

“Baby, promise me you’ll drink some coffee, and my pretty ass is all yours you know that. I love you, you guys too. Keep him alive until I get there please.” You placed your hand on the screen while the boys had a small discussion whether Jensen could win in a fight against Chris Evans.

“J hearts y/n.” Jensen giggled as You watched Cliff handed Jensen a coffee cup.

You couldn’t wait to be home.

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 11

This chapter happened a lot faster than @outlandishchridhe and I anticipated. It’s a lot of fun! We’re loving where this story is going!

Catch up on the previous chapter HERE or find the whole story HERE


Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 5

Exhausted, Claire opened the apartment door and took a deep breath. Amongst the aromas of food cooking, she thought she smelled something fainter, sweeter. Eyes springing open, she locked her eyes on the vase and saw five fresh roses in it.

“Welcome home, Sassenach,” Jamie called from the kitchen.

Grinning, she walked in and kissed him.

“Thank you for the roses, Jamie. They’re lovely.”

“Five roses for five months gone. Only a few left for me to thank ye for carrying our bairn.”

Leaning on him this way, she was acutely aware of her rounding stomach as it pressed against Jamie’s.

“You’re welcome,” she said before pulling away from him.

They ate their dinner at the table and, for once, nothing made her sick. Before they went to bed, she did a little homework at her desk, though she couldn’t sit as close to it as she used to.

Tomorrow was to be their 20 week ultrasound and Claire had been waiting for this day for weeks. They’d finally be able to see the baby look, well, more like a baby.

“You know, we can find out tomorrow if this little one is a boy or a girl.”

“I dinna want to find out,” he said, turning a page in his book.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. It took a minute before he realized what she was doing.

“But I want to know the sex of the baby!”

“Weel, I dinna want to know. Don’t ye want to be surprised?”

“I think this baby was a surprise enough, Jamie. Don’t you want to get prepared?”

“Sassenach, people have been having bairns for centuries without knowing what they are and they seemed to do just fine getting ready.”

“Why can’t I just find out and you not? You can still be surprised then.”

Jamie fixed her with a flat look and closed his book with a sigh.

“Sassenach, have ye ever seen yerself try to keep a secret? I love ye, but yer face canna keep a secret from me. If you find out, ye won’t be able to keep it from showing all over your face.” He reached out and stroked her cheek and she leaned into him instinctively.

The pleading look on his face made Claire’s resolve waiver. She really did want to know, but finding out together would mean much more than having to carry it around with her for the next few months by herself.

“Oh, alright you bloody Scot. We won’t find out until this little peanut decides to make its debut,” she huffed, placing her hand on her belly.

Jamie twined their fingers together, resting over her wee bump. She suppressed flinching away from it and when she finally looked up at him, she saw that heartbreaking smile spread across his face as his hand moved theirs back and forth over her stomach.

“I love ye, mo nighean donn. I ken it makes ye a little disappointed,” he started, but was halted by her rising up on tiptoe to give him a peck on the lips that, as always, turned into something a little deeper.

“Compromise, right?” she whispered. “You and I have done a lot of it so far. It won’t kill me and at least I’ll know that you’re suffering right along with me.” She laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that Jamie loved. He lived for that laugh, the smile making her whole face crinkle in happiness.

He rested his head against hers for a moment, basking in the warmth of her smile. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, letting his hands wander over her. After he squeezed her arse, he began to pull her closer. But she pulled back and took a breath.

“Are ye alright, mo chridhe?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m alright. I’m a little tired though, could we maybe just snuggle a bit tonight?”

Watching her face for a moment, he thought he understood why she was hesitating. Her stomach was getting larger by the day and it made her uncomfortable.

“Ye dinna have to get naked, Sassenach. Leave yer shirt on, it doesna matter to me.”

She gave him a weak smile before pulling out of his arms.

“That’s alright. Perhaps another time.”

Leaning over the side of the couch, she gave his cheek a light peck and left to change for bed. When he joined her, he saw she wore the nightgown she’d been favoring lately. It covered her and gave her body little shape, which was likely what she wanted it to do.

As she lay on her side, the sheets tucked up around her, he gently eased in behind her, careful to not fully cup the wee swell of her belly. Instead, he opted for reaching for her hand, entwining their fingers together..

“Sassenach?”

“Hmm?”

“Ye ken I love ye, right?”

“Of course I do.”

He nodded, taking a moment before continuing.

“And ye ken I think yer beautiful, right?”

“I… yes, I do.”

“And that I dinna think yer fat or ugly? That seeing ye carry my child is the most amazing blessing ye could ever give me?”

She paused before answering, and gently brought their hands down to rest near her stomach.

“Yes, Jamie. I do. I’m sorry, I really am just tired tonight.”

“Aye, it’s fine, mo nighean donn. I just want ye to ken that I love ye verra much.”

She turned around, searching for a kiss.

“I love you, too, Jamie. So much.”

###

Sitting in the waiting room with so many pregnant women felt strange, but Claire was comfortable. He held her hand, his thumb rubbing the back of hers constantly. A door opened and the nurse called them back. He was excited for this, to see their child again. The last time it hadn’t looked like much more than a fuzzy blur on the screen. Claire had assured him it would look more like an actual human being now. His little human being.

Claire sat on the exam table fidgeting nervously. Jamie put a hand on her knee to keep her leg from bouncing.

“Alright Miss Beauchamp, how are we feeling today?” the nurse asked.

“Very well, thank you.”

They launched into the barrage of questions he couldn’t answer, so he just waited. As the ultrasound machine booted up, the nurse smiled at them.

“So are we going to learn the sex of your baby today?”

Claire shot him a dark glare before turning back to the kind woman.

“No. We’d like it to be a surprise, apparently.”

The nurse laughed at the scorned look on Claire’s face and patted her hand.

“Alright then, I won’t tell you,” she continued to chuckle and looked at Jamie as if to wish him luck with the decision they made.

Then she stage whispered to Claire, “The doctor will know, you know, just in case you decide to change your mind.”

Claire finally broke a real smile and sighed, looking back at Jamie again.

“No, no. I’ll wait,” she said, grinning at Jamie.

Hearing the heartbeat of their child never ceased to enchant them. Each little lub-dub brought tears to both their eyes. Blinking them back, Jamie tried to clear his vision. He wanted to see their wee bairn completely, wanted to commit this moment to his memory forever, and he didn’t want the memory to be blurry.

“Here’s your baby!” the nurse exclaimed, pointing out the head, feet and bottom of their baby.

“He looks like a wee person now,” Jamie said softly, staring in awe at the black and white screen. “I can actually see which end is his head now.”

Claire swatted at him playfully and giggled at his awestruck face.

“Well it’s a good thing that you didn’t want to know the sex of your baby, Miss Beauchamp, because this little one isn’t showing me anything! Turned away and legs crossed. This one is going to be a stubborn one for sure,” he joked as Claire chuckled.

“Well between her father and I, I’m not really surprised by that assessment.”

“He’s protectin’ his virtue is all. I wouldna want my baws splayed all over a screen for anyone to look at either,” Jamie said, seriousness coloring his tone but smiling nonetheless.

“Would you both like a printout to take with you?” the nurse asked, cleaning the gel off of Claire’s belly. As soon as it was clean, Jamie noticed she pulled the shirt she had on down as fast as she could.

“Can we have a couple please? Maybe 3?” Claire turned to look at him. “I thought maybe we could frame one and I know you like to keep one at work.”

“Aye, mo chridhe, whatever you wish.”

She grinned and reached for him, pulling him down to kiss her soundly.

###

“Jamie?” Claire asked, softly.

He turned his head away from the ultrasound picture to her, the sound of her voice alarming him.

“What is it, Sassenach? Are ye feelin’ alright? Ye look… concerned.”

She took a deep breath and met his gaze.

“I think we need to talk about something.”

He raised his eyebrow at her and she continued, trying to keep eye contact with him.

“I was wondering… well… at the ultrasound today, the nurse called me ‘Miss Beauchamp’ and it got me thinking. I was wondering if… if you wanted to stay married. To me.” She kept her eyes on his, and saw his face mask over. The last time they had talked about this, she had brushed him off. She didn’t want to do that now..

“We haven’t really talked about it and…” she trailed off, unable to finish her thought, too scared of what might come from this to be the one to go first.

He held her gaze, but didn’t answer. Several tense moments passed between them, but his lips stayed sealed shut. He simply looked at her and she knew that she would have to be the one to break the silence. She reached into her bag and pulled something small out of it.

“Because,” she started hoarsely. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Because I… I want to stay married to you.”

She opened her palm and in it was a titanium band. She was staring hard at the band in her hands, not risking looking up at Jamie. A finger under her chin lifted her face to his; he was much closer than before. His face had a broad smile across it right before he leaned in and took her lips against his.

“Wait right here, mo graidh,” he whispered against her lips.

He got up and made a beeline for their bedroom and returned almost as quickly as he left, a small box in his hand. When he opened it, Claire gasped.

“I bought this for ye, before we left for Colorado. I thought,” he paused, voice breaking just slightly. “I thought ye might make a choice then, but then, weel…then ye didna. But I kept it anyway, if only for the chance that I might be able to woo ye properly if we decided to go another way.”

He took the small ring out, a solid band with thistle and interlace overlay on top of the solid metal.

“Oh, Jamie,” she sighed. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Will ye wear it?”

“Will you wear yours?”

He smiled at the glint in her eyes, the need to mark him showing strong on her face.

“Aye, I’ll wear it and gladly. I’m completely under yer power and happy to be there, Claire.”

“I am too,” she breathed. “I wouldn’t change it. I don’t want to change it.”

“Well that’s good to hear, Sassenach. Perhaps, as we dinna really remember our own vows, we could do a wee thing now?”

Taking her left hand in his own, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. He took a deep breath and prepared to slide the ring onto her finger. The light caught the inside and glinted, hinting that something was inside it.

“Wait, what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Inside the ring. Is it engraved?”

Her eyes darted up to his and his ears turned a little pink.

“Oh, ah… Aye. It’s Gaelic, ken?”

Turning the ring slowly, she tried to read the foreign language.

“What does it say?”

“Mo graidh, mo chridhe fuil.”

“And what does that mean? For those of us who don’t speak Gaelic?”

“It means ‘my love, my heart’s blood’.”

The smile on her face grew as she stared at it for a long moment.

“I, um… I had something put into yours too…”

Taking the larger ring from her hand, he turned it to the light.

“My knight,” he said softly. “The keeper of my heart. Claire, that’s beautiful.”

“So,” she cleared her throat before she broke out into tears again. “Did you have something in mind for our sober vows?”

“Aye, it’s an old Scottish tradition, if ye dinna mind it.”

“I don’t mind.”

He stared down at her hand for a moment before sliding the ring onto it slowly. She did the same with his, pleased that the ring fit him well.

“You’ll have to repeat the words after me. They’re in Gaelic.”

“Alright.”

Claire stumbled over the foreign words, her lips and tongue making the unfamiliar sounds. But he could see in her face just how hard she was concentrating to say them correctly. Or, as correctly as she could.

When she finished repeating him, he leaned in to kiss her gently.

“So,” she asked, searching his face. “What exactly did I just commit to? What did I say?”

“It rhymes a bit, in English. But what we said was ‘ye are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone. I give ye my body, that we two might be one. I give ye my spirit, ‘til our life shall be done.”

“I think I like that better than regular vows.”

His eyes moved down to her rounding belly, but he made no move to touch it. She could see the longing in his eyes, but he didn’t reach out toward her. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead before standing up and holding out a hand to her. On some level, she wanted to grab his hand and put it on her belly. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

Once again, Jamie proved to her that he wasn’t like any other man. As much as he wanted to feel their child, to touch her and hold her, he would never force that on her. He recognized and understood that she was uncomfortable with the changes in her body. She also understood that he wasn’t asking her to talk about it either; just let her feel what she was feeling.

###

She was dressed in the nightgown again, but he said nothing about it. He had no right to, it wasn’t his body that was changing. All he could do was give her the space she needed and support her however he could.

When she snuggled close to him, he did all he could to keep from touching her belly. It took her some time to fall asleep, constantly moving around to find a comfortable position.

They lay in bed, Claire sleeping soundly in his arms. He looked down at her stomach, bulging a little through the night dress. If he touched the bairn now, she wouldn’t know, wouldn’t shy away from him. But it wouldn’t be fair to her. Perhaps she didn’t want his touch right now, what right did he have to force that on her unconscious body?

Then she did something that surprised him. Still completely asleep, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. He froze in place, afraid she’d wake and find him touching her and be angry. Carefully, he tried to slip his hand away from her, but her grip tightened. She mumbled incoherently, sleepily patting his hand on her stomach and snuggling closer, a look of complete contentment covering her face. The stern lines that had been carved in her brow as she tried to get comfortable and fell asleep melted away as she nuzzled against him even closer.

He looked down at her, careful not to jar her and moved slowly to kiss the top of her head. She mumbled again, her grip on his hand slacking, but he didn’t move it. He couldn’t. He was so happy to feel her and the bairn, feel close to them both like this, that he would steal the moments that she gave him.

###

Claire woke suddenly, feeling a ravenous hunger surge through her. These damned cravings would kill her one of these days.

“Jamie,” she said softly, nudging him awake. “Jamie?”

His eyes opened slowly.

“…’s the bairn…”

“We’re both fine, but…”

One eye snapped fully open.

“Do ye need hot wings again?”

She shook her head, a guilty look crossing her face.

“No, I just… Doesn’t chili sound really good?”

“Canna say it does just at the moment.”

Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at him.

“I could kill for some chili right now…”

With a sigh, he started pushing himself up.

“Alright. I’ll go and see if someone’s open and selling chili.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Ye dinna have to do that, Sassenach. I’m pleased to fetch ye chili if ye wish.”

Swinging her legs out of bed, she fumbled in the dark for something to put on her feet and a sweater.

“No, I’d like to come. I feel terrible, sending you out at odd hours like my personal servant.”

“Are ye sure?”

“Yes,” she said with a nod. “And this way I won’t be eating it in our bed. Won’t be finding bits of nachos in our sheets for the next week.”

“Ye make a verra fine point, Sassenach. Let’s go, then.”

Luckily, the chili wasn’t as difficult to find as the hot wings had been. They had her small bowl of chili within fifteen minutes.

“You know what else sounds good?” she asked as Jamie pulled out of the parking lot.

“Ye mean besides sleep?”

“Ice cream.”

“I didna ken pregnancy would give a woman such strange tastes.”

“Do you think we can find someone who does ice cream all night?”

“The place we just left does.”

Licking the spoon, she looked over to him sheepishly.

“I’ll split it with you.”

“No, no. I’ll no’ take any of it. I canna really eat at three in the morning.”

Making a U-turn, he pulled back into the drive through and ordered one chocolate frosty for his pregnant wife. The young man at the window gave them an odd look, which Jamie ignored.

“Thank you,” she said quietly as they headed home.

“I put ye in this position, gettin’ ye wi’ child and all. The least I can do is feed whatever bizarre cravings our bairn has.”

She grinned as she finished her strange combination of chili and ice cream.

###

The following afternoon, Jamie was sitting on the couch doing a little reading while Claire worked on some things for her classes. Just as he stretched, he glanced over to her and saw her flinch hard. She stared down at her belly in complete shock, her hand almost went to touch it, but stopped. He looked away from her before she could see him watching. Wondering what had caught her so off guard, he forced his attention back to his book, but continued to glance at her under hooded eyelids.

That night, they lay curled up together as they usually did. Once she settled and fell into deep sleep, she moved his hand onto her stomach. It was the only time she was comfortable having him touch her and he cherished the feeling. As he began relaxing into sleep, he thought he felt something. A faint flutter against his hand made his eyes snap open. Surely it was too soon to feel the bairn move.

With bated breath, he waited to see if it would happen again. When it didn’t, he was sure he’d imagined the feeling. He felt Claire softly push his hand against her, burrowing farther into his neck and pulling him with her down into their dreams.

###

Claire woke up in the morning snuggled warmly into Jamie’s side. She didn’t want to disturb him, she’d done enough of that the night before. Slowly, her eyes drank in her sleeping husband’s face.

Husband, he was her husband.

He had been since that first night together, of course, but now that they’d made the decision to stay together and married to boot, that word felt so important. She glanced down at his hand and saw the ring that marked him as hers. She smiled, but inside her emotions ran rampant with worry about what could be.

No. No, she wouldn’t let her thoughts travel down that road. Jamie was a good man, a man who loved her, a man who did everything in his power so she was happy and well cared for. A man who she wanted to be hers for always.

A need rose up in her so quickly and so strongly she couldn’t completely stifle the sound of distress that came out of her throat. Jamie stirred and she froze, still wanting to watch him sleep. He readjusted and pulled her closer, hand drifting towards her abdomen.

Suddenly, she felt it. A soft push from the inside of her belly. It had startled her the day before, the feeling foreign and somewhat frightening. Truly there was a child in there. Of course she’d seen their little one on the ultrasound screen, but it was another to feel her. To know she was in there and moving around. It was a different kind of knowing. And it amazed her.

She willed the wee one to do it again, to prove that it wasn’t just a gas bubble. She was concentrating so hard that she didn’t realize Jamie’s hand was on her stomach, cupping the small swell lovingly. He hadn’t woken, but a pure smile crept over his face; the same smile that came over him when she brushed his hair back while he slept. It simultaneous melted and broke her heart.

She knew she was being unfair to him, not letting him touch her, but she couldn’t wrap her head around the changes her body was going through. She had to make the effort, she thought to herself. She had to do this for him, as he did all these things for her.

At that thought, another idea sprung to her mind. Another way to show Jamie that she truly understood and was thankful for everything he did for her. As if in agreement with her thoughts, the little peanut gave another soft kick to her abdomen. She smiled and snuggled back into him, letting herself drift back to sleep for a little while longer.

Spirit in the House - Chap 3/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,652

Warnings: Mention of Car Accident, Coma, Language

A/n: I’m so excited to share this story. Hope you’ll like it :)

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Bucky gestured to the sofa in front of the television, allowing Pietro and Wanda to take a seat. He looked around quickly, but you were not there.

“I don’t feel anything.” Wanda said, closing her eyes to focus. “You sure there’s a spirit?”

Bucky mumbled a ‘yes’, his eyes still roaming about the room. Pietro put his feet on the coffee table and you suddenly appeared next to Bucky. Wanda tensed immediately.

“Tell him to take his dirty feet off my table.” You snarled, looking at Pietro. “Who are these people?”

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Valentine’s Day

“can you do an imagine of your bestfriend and your crushs friend are going out so one day your crush and friends boyfriend go pick you guys up from the movies and then you guys go to your crushes house and you guys hangout and it’s awkward at first between you guys but then you guys end up admitting each others feelings after walking around outside alone while your friend and her boyfriend are inside”

I know it’s been YEARS but I finally finished another imagine! Where I live Valentine’s Day is almost over; I probably missed the deadline completely for a lot of you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and happy (belated?) Valentine’s Day! ;)

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The bright afternoon sunlight hits your face, nearly blinding you as you and your best friend exit the dimly lit movie theater. “Ahh, my eyes,” you shriek, shielding your face with your hands.

(F/n) grunts in agreement. “I feel like a vampire exiting my coffin for the first time.”

“Strange analogy. Even stranger that it makes sense.”

(F/n) pulls out her phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back in her pocket.

“Is he on his way?” you ask, referring to her boyfriend, who agreed to pick the two of you up.

“Yeah. (C/n) is coming too,” says (f/n), looking sideways at you. You can’t hide anything from your best friend, and though you haven’t said anything outright, she can tell you’re interested in (c/n).

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

(F/n) laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you like him. When are you going to do something about it?”

You sigh, dropping the act. “I don’t know. We’re not that close yet…and anyway, I don’t like him that much!”

“Puh-lease! You’re obsessed with him. It’s plain as day.” (F/n) elbows you teasingly. “And apparently the four of us will be going to his house today, so this is your chance to get close!” She winks.

You try to control the bubbling excitement. You’ve been to your crush’s house maybe once or twice before, what with him being close friends with (f/n)’s boyfriend. But, due to your crippling awkwardness, you can barely hold a conversation with him. Maybe today will be different. After all, the romantic movie you and (f/n) just watched has inspired you a little.

A car pulls up in front of the theater and honks obnoxiously. “Shut up, we’re coming,” (f/n) hollers through the open window at her boyfriend, (c/f/n). She opens the door and climbs into the shotgun seat, leaving the back seat to you…and presumably (c/n). You wipe your palms on your pants and open the door.

And there he is, grinning at you as you climb in and sit down next to him. “Hey, (y/n),” he says, and that simple greeting is suddenly the sexiest, smoothest thing you’ve ever heard. You sigh involuntarily, then quickly remember yourself and try to act cool. “Oh, hey, (c/n),” you reply, buckling your seat belt.

“So. Your house, (c/n)?” asks (c/f/n) as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so we can get turnt,” (c/n) jokes. “As in, like, bust out the root beer.”

You laugh, a little too loudly, considering it wasn’t that funny. (F/n) is right, you’re really not subtle about your crush. But thankfully, (c/n) seems oblivious.

“You can stay pretty late, too, if you want,” he continues.

Turning away to face the window, you smile a little to yourself. Spending the whole evening with (c/n) sounds like a pretty good time to you. You just hope you won’t screw anything up with your awkwardness.

(C/f/n) pulls into (c/n)’s driveway and you all hop out. When you’re all inside the house, (c/n) grabs a few root beers from the fridge. You take one from him and your fingers touch for a second.

You crack open the soda, enjoying the satisfying fizz. “Cheers,” says (c/n), holding out his can. You and your friends laugh and bump cans and then collapse onto the living room couches together. (F/n) and (c/f/n) immediately cuddle up next to each other on the loveseat. Meanwhile, you and (c/n) sit on armchairs opposite each other, occasionally making awkward eye contact.

“Hey, baby, I have something for you,” says (c/f/n) suddenly, reaching into his back pocket. As you and (c/n) look on with interest, he pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to (f/n). She gasps before even opening it. “No way! You didn’t have to!!” she shrieks. Then she opens the box gently to reveal a beautiful chain necklace, and shrieks even more. You laugh quietly, enjoying her happiness, as she pounces on her boyfriend and hugs him tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” (c/f/n) says with an affectionate grin. Your good mood evaporates as you remember what day it is. Your least favorite holiday, this is the one day a year when you are constantly forced to acknowledge that you are single, and probably will be for the rest of your life. Seeing happy couples together only worsens the constant suffering of this wretched holiday. Unfortunately, the couple in front of you is no different. As cute as they are, you suddenly feel like an incredibly awkward spectator to their romantic moment. Sneaking a quick glance at (c/n), you can tell he feels the same.

As your friend and her boyfriend start making out, (c/n) meets your eyes and attempts an awkward smile. His face is a little pink, and you’re sure yours is even redder. What an uncomfortable atmosphere to be sitting in with your crush.

Finally (c/n) clears his throat. Your friends continue unperturbed. (C/n) sighs, rolls his eyes playfully at you, and picks up the TV remote, turning it on. The weather report comes on at full volume, startling your friends out of their makeout session. “Oh, sorry,” (f/n) says breathily, giggling when she sees your exasperated faces. She makes eye contact with you, and you raise an eyebrow, jerking your head in (c/n)’s direction as if to say, Thanks a lot for making this awkward!

(F/n) just winks back before grabbing the remote from (c/n). “For fuck’s sake, put on something other than the weather!” She flips through the channels and stops abruptly when a rerun of High School Musical appears. “Hell yes. This is my favorite movie ever.”

You chuckle and settle back in your armchair, taking a sip of your root beer and trying to relax. Though the movie is moderately entertaining, your mind is occupied by (c/n)’s presence just a few feet away. You try to force your eyes to stay on the screen, but despite your best efforts, they continually wander over to (c/n) in his armchair watching him as he watches the movie. The light from the TV screen gives his face an ethereal glow. He is so pretty, you can’t help but think. So. Pretty. At one point he senses you staring and turns to look at you, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. You quickly look away, cheeks burning.

“KISS! KISS! COME ON! DO IT!” (F/n) barks out from her perch on (c/f/n)’s lap, and your head snaps in her direction. Thankfully, she seems to be yelling at the TV. Troy and Gabriella are leaning in, gazing romantically into each other’s eyes as they get closer and closer. But for like the third or fourth time, they’re interrupted before they get the chance to kiss. Damn, the sexual frustration must really be getting to them by now. “NOOO!” moans (f/n) dramatically, falling back into (c/f/n)’s arms.

“Drama queen,” he teases. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen this a thousand times.”

“Every time, I believe in them, and every time, I am let down,” (f/n) sighs. “Come on, let’s show them how it’s done.” She straddles his lap and plunges them both into what looks like another long makeout session.

You sigh and scratch your neck, as if the discomfort is an itch you can rub out. But the uneasy feeling persists. You avoid meeting (c/n)’s eyes, knowing your face is probably bright pink again. At last, unable to stand the awkwardness, you stand up. “Okay, I think I should leave you two alone,” you announce casually. There’s little response. It’s unlikely that either of them can hear anything you’re saying. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. Have fun, use protection, don’t forget to breathe!”

As you start to leave, (c/n) jumps up too. “I’ll come with!” he says quickly. “No way am I third wheeling for the rest of the movie.”

He follows you out the door, and for a moment you stand together on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Shall we go for a stroll?” (c/n) proposes overdramatically.

“Oh, yes, let’s,” you reply in a silly high-pitched voice. You immediately feel stupid, kicking yourself internally. But (c/n) laughs anyway and starts walking, so you follow him on a slow path around the house.

“Good thinking, getting out of there while you could,” he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. You try to calm the nerves that are firing up inside you, making you jittery. “Thanks, it was my defense mechanism against aggressive PDA. I’ve picked it up after years of Valentine’s Days.”

“Not your favorite holiday?” (C/n)’s mouth curves upwards, looking sideways at you in amusement.

You make a face. “God no. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’m convinced it was created purely to make single people like me feel bad about themselves.” You stop yourself before you can launch into your familiar rant.

“Well, I like the part where you get to eat ice cream and cry alone,” (c/n) jokes.

“While listening to sad music,” you add. “There’s no way you do that though!”

“What? Surprised? I have a sensitive side too!” he chuckles. You fake a shocked look, while secretly dying inside. Who’d have thought you’d be strolling alone with your crush, talking about romance? And to top it off, the sun is starting to set.

You reach the front of the house again. From here, you can see the sun sinking over the horizon. Without speaking, you stop walking and stand together in the front yard, watching the sky slowly getting set on fire.

As beautiful as it is, you’re again distracted by the presence of your crush, this time right next to you. You glance sideways at him, thinking, This view is so much better though! Then you realize he’s looking sideways at you too, a small smirk on his lips. You quickly look back at the sky. Why is this becoming a pattern? Control yourself! You curse inwardly.

The sky grows darker and you start to shiver. You have a sweater on, but considering it’s the middle of February, the fabric is quickly becoming too thin to keep you warm. (C/n) notices and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you lie through your chattering teeth.

(C/n) smiles and, in one easy movement, pulls his sweatshirt off. “Put this on.” He holds it out to you.

“Keep it, I’m fine,” you insist.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t need it, I’m too hot anyway.”

“Yeah you are,” you shoot back flirtatiously before you can stop yourself. (C/n) looks at you in faint surprise and chuckles. You blush and quickly grab the sweatshirt, putting it on. You breathe in the heavenly smell, trying not to be obvious. Oh man, you’re wearing his hoodie. Could it get any better than this?

Apparently it could, because just then (c/n) reaches around you and rubs your arm with his hand to warm it up. “Better?” he asks, grinning.

“Uh huh,” you reply breathlessly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You wait for him to move away, shove his hands back into his pockets, or even turn around to go back inside. But he doesn’t. His arm remains circled around your waist, holding you against him. You breathe out slowly, trying to stay calm even though you’re certain you must be dreaming. Real life does not go like this. And more importantly, good things just don’t happen to you on Valentine’s Day.

Your mind flashes back to (f/n) and her boyfriend. The sky is dark and starry now, indicating that some time must have passed. You wonder why no one has come to look for you or called you back inside, but you figure (f/n) must have something to do with it. Thank goodness your friend knows when you need to be left alone.

To break the silence, you say, “Think they’re done making out yet?”

(C/n) laughs lightly. “Probably not,” he responds. A moment passes before he adds, “Besides, this is nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I don’t spend enough time outside. I didn’t even know this many stars were visible from where we live.”

“Amazing what you discover when you’re not huddled in your room on the internet,” he teases.

“Painfully accurate,” you admit. “I leave the house for one day and I get to wear a boy’s sweatshirt. I should try this more often.” After the sentence leaves your mouth you realize how awkward it is, but you can’t take it back now. You wait anxiously for (c/n)’s reaction, but it’s nothing like you’re expecting.

“I get to watch the sunset with a pretty girl, so I think I’m the real winner here.” His arm tightens slightly around you. You turn your face towards him, trying to read his expression. He smiles gently down at you. “(Y/n), I don’t want to be too forward or anything…but I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I really, really like you.”

Your mouth flops open clumsily as your mind races, trying to make sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Uhh. You mean, like…like-like?”

(C/n) chuckles. “Yes, (y/n), I like-like you. I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever.” His eyes, shining in the darkness, search yours. “Is there any chance that…I don’t know, maybe…you might feel the same way?”

It would be impossible to fight the grin that splits your face. “Are you kidding? I like you so much, you have no idea!”

“Oh my God” is all (c/n) says before crashing his lips onto yours. Taken completely by surprise, you stand frozen for a moment before melting into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel completely delirious, giddy beyond belief at this literal dream-come-true. And it should be noted that (c/n)’s lips are even softer than in your dreams. It’s perfect. You’re in (c/n)’s sweatshirt, kissing under the stars, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Wrapped up in the kiss, you almost miss the muffled shout of “GET IT GIRL!” coming from the house. You pull apart and glance over to see (f/n)’s face pressed against the window, grinning from ear to ear. (C/n) starts to laugh and you join in, leaning your forehead against his.

“So, (y/n)…” (c/n) cups your face in his hands. “Still hate Valentine’s Day?”

You pretend to think it over. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for this one.” You smile up at him and he grins back, pulling your face towards his once more.

2 a.m.

The familiar tone of a facetime call rang from your phone across the room, and you smiled at the name that appeared on the screen before you answered, taking a second to connect.

“baby girl” Sammy smiled seeing your face on his screen.

“hi babe” you smiled, walking over to your bed and laying down.

“how’s my girl?” he asked.

“good. just missing you, but what’s new?”

see, you were at your parents for a small vacation. You lived in L.A. attending the art school of your dreams, and your family lived in Miami. You had a break from school, so you had decided to go home for the month, mostly cause you missed your family so much.

Your parents were glad to have you home, knowing once you finished school you would be staying out there permanently. And they knew how serious you and Sammy were and your parents absolutely adored him, and your little sister had the biggest crush on him, but she was 12, and you were 21, so you weren’t too worried, plus Sammy found it adorable.

You and Sammy had been together nearly 3 years now, and your whole family loved him. So much. He was actually flying out for the last week of your stay a your parents so he could see your family, but also see you. When you had left he had been doing a small tour stopping in only 13 cities along the west coast, so he was gone for 3 weeks before, and now you had to go three more without seeing him, his tour ending three days after you had left.

“awe don’t worry babe, I’ll be there tomorrow!” Sammy smiled, switching the camera to his suitcase he had packed.

“I know! I can’t wait” you smiled, biting your lip.

You and Sammy talked a bit more, just about the plans for the week he was here. Your family wanted to take you guys out to dinner one night, and your dad wanted one afternoon with him reserved to watch the game, and your little sister Raelyn wanted to go to the beach at least once. For a little 12 year old she was surprisingly smart, talking about how she’d get to see his ‘hot bod’ there.

You didn’t care, you just couldn’t wait to be in his presence. You didn’t even go this long without seeing him when he was on tour. You weren’t clingy by any means, you were actually pretty chill and laid back, but it’s been nearly a month since you’ve seen him.

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You had set an alarm, because Sammy said his flight was supposed to land at noon, so you set your alarm for 9 so you could get ready and everything and then go get him from the airport.

unfortunately for you, you didn’t wake up to your alarm. In fact, you woke up before it…Raelyn had this habit of always coming into your room and waking you up. Usually she wanted you to help her coordinate her outfit, or sometimes she even wanted you to take her somewhere.

So when you felt someone shaking your arm you were kinda annoyed. You knew she was doing this because she wanted to go with you to the airport, and she always got over excited about stuff like that so she would always wake you up early.

“Rae…Just give me 5 more minutes” you muttered into the pillow, but the shaking didn’t stop.

“Rae” you groaned, turning to finally look at her.

“what?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“just give me like 5 more minutes” you pleaded.

“fine” she rolled her eyes, getting up and walking out of your room.

you laid in bed and couldn’t fall back asleep. You were too excited to finally see Sammy in what felt like ever. 5 minutes later though, Raelyn walked back in and you got out of bed, deciding to shower in your en suite to get ready.

30 minutes later you were out of the shower and had just thrown on an outfit.

You had walked out into your room taking the towel to your hair to get it dry when the door opened.

You whipped your head towards the door while speaking “don’t you ever kno-Sammy!?” you stopped yourself.

In your doorway was Sammy, a smile plastered on his face.

“hey babe” 

You didn’t even say anything but ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“what are you doing here?” you muttered into his neck, where you had buried your head.

“I got an early flight. I wanted to surprise you and your dad got me from the airport this morning” he chuckled a bit, walking towards your bed and plopping down on top of you.

You smiled up at him. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for three years. You fell for him harder and harder everyday. You knew that he was the boy that you were going to marry when the time came. You two were crazy for one another, everyone could see it.

“I love you” you muttered.

“I love you too babe” he smiled, leaning down and placing his lips onto yours softly.

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Sammy’s been with you now for 3 days, but you feel like you have barely seen him. Of course, he’s been spending time with your family, which you didn’t mind, you found it adorable they all got along so well. You’re just kind of irritated.

You wanted alone time with Sammy. Lately you’ve been feeling rather sexually frusturated. The last time you had had sex was nearly two months ago. You had went to see Sammy on his tour and you two had a quickie before he went on stage, and then after the show you guys had went out for drinks with everyone.

And you planned that tonight you could finally have some alone time. everyone had went out to dinner, and you thought when you got home you two could be alone, but Raelyn and her friend Carson wanted to play apples to apples, which you guys did, because they were practically begging Sammy.

At around 11, you decided you were going to bed, cause clearly you wouldn’t be getting anything tonight, your little sister and her friend had practically stolen your boyfriend.

You said goodnight, to which Sammy said he’d be up in a bit, and you headed off to bed. Putting on one of Sammy’s nebraska tee shirts he gave you a long time ago, and your panties, you laid in bed, and within 15 minutes you were asleep.

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you were moaning out his name as he filled you up. It had felt like it had been forever since he had been inside you, and you loved it. It felt so good, him sliding in and out of you slowly. You were close. So close. Clenching around him moaning out his name as his lips captured yours to keep you quiet. you were about to cum

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your eyes shot open. Looking around you realized you were dreaming. Of course. Looking beside you you saw the time was 2:05 in the morning. Looking next to you you saw Sammy sleeping.

If you hadn’t been so sexually frusturated the past month and a half, you probably wouldn’t have had that dream. If you weren’t horny earlier, you definitely were now.

Nudging Sammy a bit and muttering his name.

“sammy”

“hmmmm” he hummed into his pillow.

“babe…wake up” you spoke. You didn’t care it was 2 in the morning. You needed it.

A groan was Sammy’s response, but nevertheless he turned and sat up a bit, one eye open and looking at you.

“yes?” he asked.

“I love you” you smiled.

“you didn’t wake me up to tell me you love me…what’s up?” he asked, sitting up fully, his back against the headboard.

“but I do love you” you spoke, crawling over him a bit so you were straddling him. “you know that right?” you asked, your hands on his shoulders as you looked in his eyes.

“of course. I love you too” he muttered, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

You smiled and leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Pecking his lips several times before trailing your kisses along his jaw and making your way to his neck.

“babe…w-what are you doing” he asked, as gave him a little love bite before making your way back to his lips.

“I just love you a lot” you muttered against his skin before your lips were back on his.

Sammy’s hands were on your hips as you started to make out with him, slowly starting to grind on him. Sammy let out a little chuckle and pulled away from the kiss, causing you to look at him.

“you did not wake me up at 2 a.m. because you were in the mood” he laughed, looking at you.

“Sammy” you whined, throwing your head back. “it’s been forever” you admitted when you looked back at him.

“really?” he asked a light chuckle coming from him. “this couldn’t wait until later?”

“Sammy. It’s been over a month. I need you” you spoke, pouting your lip and giving him your puppy dog eyes.

Sammy shook his head and rolled his eyes before wrapping you up in his arms and rolling the two of you over so he was on top of you. Looking into one another’s eyes, he let out a little chuckle before he smashed his lips on yours.

He started to grind into you, feeling the small little bulge he had in his boxers against your core made you 10 times hornier, finally feeling him even if it was through clothes.

Both of you were turned on. Sammy didn’t realize how bad he had wanted, or needed you actually. In a matter of minutes you were left in just Sammy’s old shirt, and he was naked, laying back on your bed as you crawled back up to him, licking your lips with a satisfied smiled on your face.

“god, I forgot how good you were at that” he let out a little laugh as you moved to straddle him. You smiled at him as you hovered above his cock, reaching down, ready to remove your shirt.

“no…keep it on, you look sexy as fuck in my clothes”

You let go of the shirt and reached down and grabbed Sammy’s dick, aligning the tip with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it, throwing your head back as he filled you up.

You started to rock your hips back and forth, grinding on him slowly. His hands on your waist as he started to guide you, increasing your speed. 

It was passionate, and you loved it. Sex with Sammy always was. He made you feel so good. He pleased you in ways no man ever had before.

You had started to ‘bounce’ on him, your pace quickening, and the sound of your guys’ skin hitting filling the room. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, but they still fell from your throat. 

Sammy flipped the two of you over, you looking up at him now as he pounded into you. Pushing your shirt up just enough to expose your boobs, watching them with each thrust as they bounced up and down.

Your back arched up off the mattress as you bit your lip. You wanted to scream out his name. You were so close.

Sammy was grunting with each thrust, getting sloppier and you let out a loud moan, Sammy’s eyes going wide, realizing it was 2:30 in the morning, and you had nearly screamed.

Sammy reached down, running his finger against your lip, you opening up and him slipping a finger into your mouth, you immediately sucking on it. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

You clenched around Sammy, knowing you were close. Sammy removed his finger and reached down and started rubbing your clit as he thrusted into you.

You moaned out as you came, your body convulsing and you seeing stars. Sammy rode out your high as he got closer to his. You knew he was close as he started to get sloppier, and he had also sorta fallen on top of you and was moaning into your ear.

You started talking to him as he tried to reach his release.

“Sammy” you whined in his ear “please cum in me” you muttered.

Sammy let out an almost growl in your ear, losing his control he bit down on your shoulder as he came, filling you up.

Riding out his high, he rolled off you with a huff.

“god” he breathed out. “you were right” he let out a little chuckle.

“right” you let out a little giggle, snuggling into him, and pecking his lips.

“I’m not even mad you woke me up at 2 am for that” Sammy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and the two of you falling asleep.

Purify Me (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

Context: Love is amazing, love is kind. Dean Ambrose isn’t a good man for Reader. He’s an amazing one. 

**A/N: ** Dean finally gets a full length fic after months of me stalling on how to write it. But the song inspiration is “Purify Me” by India Arie. 

Originally posted by heartsvwolvesmoved

**Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @kalliravenne ; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @m-a-t-91 ; @squirrel666 ; @livingthestrongstyle ; @nickysmum1909


“Easy like Sunday morning

Like an angel calling

He taking me all in

I’m embracing him with my skin

Like a glimmer of light

Like a vision of life

And he’s so perfect I couldn’t picture him if I tried…”

           Have you ever fallen in love so deeply that you didn’t even know what hit you? Have you ever searched for a soulmate so far and so wide with no hope of ever fining one? Have you ever felt the joy in knowing the one you always belonged with was right in front of you all along? Because I have and it feels amazing.          

          I took a deep breath as I stood in the dressing room, right as my parents entered.

         "Sweetheart,“ my father gasped. “You look stunning.”

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Never Enough (College AU) part 2

Y/N Y/L/N is the most popular girl in school. Her life seems picture perfect and there is nothing she could want more. Or is there? And what role does the biggest nerd in school Bucky Barnes have in her life? Stay tuned and find out!

 Wordcount: 2403

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

 Warnings: None that I am aware of. 

 A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I do not have any discipline at all and I’m lazy as fuck. My apologies.

It has been three weeks since the incident with Bucky and really nothing’s changed. You don’t bully him anymore but that’s about it.

 After you had brought Bucky to the schools nurse you went back to the cafeteria where Pietro and Nat were waiting for you.  As you stood in front of them, waiting for them to speak up first, you crossed your arms and a frown appeared on your face. After almost five minutes you realized that you would have to be the one to start the conversation and spoke up.

“What the hell is wrong with you two!?” At this both of them finally looked up at you.

“He was touching you! He had his fucking hands on your waist. I’m your boyfriend Y/N, I am supposed to scare other guys away.” Defended Pietro.

“First of all, yes he had his hands on my waist, but that was to prevent me from falli-“

“He was the one that made you fall in the first place!” Sad Natasha. You gave her a stern look that silenced her.

“Accidents happen. Where was I? Yes, and second of all: you are allowed to scare them off, not break every bone in their body for saving me from a nasty fall! And Natasha, I had expected a little more of you instead you just crouched next to his face and started to say these terrible things to him. Things that I don’t even say to my sister, and that should say a lot!” They both had seemed to lose their interest in you and instead focused on their shoes.

“You know what? I’m going home and let you think about this. You can talk to me again when you feel like apologizing to me and especially to Bucky!” After saying that you stormed off and took the bus home. That evening, much to your mothers dismay, Pietro stopped by to apologize and swore he’d done the same with Bucky. The next morning Natasha was there to pick you up and apologized too.

And right now you were sitting in your arts class. You sat down next to Wanda and flashed a smile at Bucky and Steve who were sitting in front of her. To this, you noticed, Steve shot Bucky a weird look, who just shrugged it off.

“Last week we talked about the new drawing projects that have to be made. I have already made the groups and e-mailed it to you. I want everyone’s drawing at the end of the month.” Our arts teacher said strictly. And again I regretted my decision to join arts class instead of Spanish. I might not like to learn another language but I can’t draw for shit. That was why I felt really lucky to have Steve in my group. The two others in our group were Bucky and Christine Everhart. After rearranging the whole class so that everyone sat with their group you were the first to say something.

“Could someone maybe fill me in on what the project is? I don’t recall ever having heard about it.”

“We have to make a drawing, painting or whatever the hell you prefer more of something pretty.” Answered Christine. You knit your eyebrows at her answer and look at Steve and Bucky. Bucky chuckles and Steve lets out a sigh.

“We do have to paint something that interests us, something that is worthy of a whole assignment about it because that’s also part of the project.” Steve explains.

“I can’t draw but how about we draw something like a beach sunset? Would that be okay with you, Steve?” Bucky suggested.

“I can work with that. Maybe it would be nice to have a someone in it too? Christine? Or Y/N maybe?” Your eyes widened and Christine’s face contoured in disgust.

“Oh my God, why would you think I would ever agree to that? Don’t you know how gross sand is? It’s like a huge cat litter.” Then Steve suggested that Christine writes the assignment, because she’s always been good at turning stories prettier than they are or just the way she likes them.

“I wouldn’t mind to pose. It will make me feel less useless as I don’t have any good qualities in the shape of art.” You suggest.

“Well the, that’s settled. I can take pictures to add to the assignment so we all have a part in the project, but when and where are we gonna be able to pull the whole girl in beautiful sunset drawing?” Bucky adds.

“My house is only a ten minute drive away from a beautiful, small beach. We could go there.” You used to visit the small beach a lot in the past few weeks and found the most beautiful sunsets there.

“Great! They predict good weather tomorrow. We should go then.” After Steve said this you all began to exchange phone numbers and the times you’d be off the next day. At the end of class everything was arranged.


And just like everything was planned, you were on the beach the next afternoon. The sun was already starting to set so Steve somehow clicked into this very professional mode and started to tell you what to do.

Just before you left the school you had changed into your favorite summer dress. A white, knee length dress covered in lace. After changing you and Steve got into Christine’s car and she drove to the beach. Bucky had the day off so he’d be joining you there.

It didn’t take Steve very long to find the right pose and place for you to be in. He made you sit on a big rock, that seemed to exist out of a couple of smaller rocks attached to each other, that lay in the water.

“Oh yeah, this is perfect! Keep staring into the distance and don’t move.” Steve ordered.

“Yes sir.” You mocked.

“What time is it?” You ask after what seems like an hour.

“You’ve only been sitting there for like fifteen minutes, y/n.” Sighs Steve and Christine lets out a giggle.

“Ugh! Posing sucks, people.” To this you hear a chuckle that definitely does not belong to either Steve or Christine. “Bucky! You’ve finally arrived.” You let out dramatically. You’re about to turn your head, but not without Steve noticing.

“Do. Not. Move.” He orders strictly. “Oh and Bucky, nice of you to have finally joined us.” This gut gets annoyingly serious when drawing.

“Guys.” Christine giggles. “He’s been standing there for over ten minutes, too awestruck to take his picture.”

“I am not!.” Bucky tries to defend himself, but it’s too late for that.

“You should see him, guys. His face is as red as a tomato right now!” Christine continues.

Steve chuckles and adds: “You’re lucky y/n isn’t allowed to turn around. Your crush is showing.”

“Steve… Hey! No pictures.”

“Please guys, tell me what’s happening!” you beg, afraid to move incase Steve starts lecturing you again.

“Don’t worry, y/n! I took a picture of Bucky’s tomato red face so I’ll show you when you’re done.” Christine cheers happily. To this you hear Bucky groan and Steve chuckle.

“Don’t you dare have fun there ‘mister serious while painting’ Hurry up so I can get off of this rock ‘cause my butt is starting to ache.:

About an hour later Steve finally gave you his permission to move again. You didn’t even get the chance to drink some water from your bottle because Christine shoves her phone into your face. Kind of forcefully actually.

“This is what you just missed out on.” She grins as she waits for you to take her phone. The picture showing on the screen is indeed one of Bucky, with a very red face. You had to admit, he looked very cute all flustered.

No! What are you thinking? You have a boyfriend for god’s sake!

When you look up, you see that Bucky has disappeared from the spot he was just sitting. You give your two classmates a questioning look.

“He just stormed off.” Steve answers your not yet asked question with a nod into the direction Bucky apparently went to. And as you followed that direction you could indeed see Buck sitting somewhere further on the beach. Christine takes her phone out of your hands and you start to walk towards your moping team member.

“Hey, Buck.” You say as you plop down next to him in the sand. The only response you get is something that sounds like a sad hum. “What has gotten you so grumpy?”

After a while of silence you bump your shoulder into his, what causes him to look at you. “C’mon Bucky. Talk to me.”  You beg.

“There’s sand stuck in between the plates of my metal am.” He pouts. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch him defeatedly looking at his bionic arm.

“And it has nothing to do with the picture that Christine took?” And you were met by silence once again. “Just so you know, I think you look very cure al flustered.” You wink at him in an attempt to dissolve the tension which Bucky seems to notice right away.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. You give him a small smile.

“Yes, I do. But what he doesn’t know won’t harm him and it’s not as if I’m cheating. I just called you cute, there’s no harm n that.”

The two of you just sit there in silence for a while. You notice Bucky’s mouth open and lose a couple of times, as if he wants to say something but isn’t really sure about it.

“What’s going on in that head of yours? If you have something to say or to ask, just let it all out.”

“I have a question, but you have tom promise me that you won’t get angry.” He murmurs.

“Ok, on one condition.” You say, to which Bucky raises his eyebrows. “I get to ask you two questions.”

Bucky chuckles and agrees. It goes silent again for a while so you take your time to take in your surroundings. The sun is almost gone, only leaving a slim orange line of light in its wake. Turning your head to the other side of the sky, you can see the full moon already shining brightly. Around it the dark sky is decorated with stars of all sizes.

To you this could be a romantic evening if you were here with Pietro, but sadly your boyfriend isn’t very romantic. Not at all actually. Not that you were longing for always being super romantic an cheesy, but once in a while you would like a little bit of romance. You are pulled out of your thoughts when Bucky suddenly speaks up.

“Why are you always such a bitch?” Auch. That hurt. You know it’s the truth but that doesn’t make it less painful. “Don’t forget that you promised me that you wouldn’t get angry.” Bucky defends himself quickly.

“Nah, that’s ok. You’re right anyway. I’ve been a huge bitch to everyone except for my friends. I guess it’s because everyone is nice to me ‘cause they’re afraid of me. At home, the only one that is nice to me is my dad, who is always away on business trips. Besides him I have my older sister who despises me and my mother, who obviously loves my sister a lot more than me. I’m a disappointment to her and I guess I’ve been taking all of that out on everyone in school.” You sigh. Bucky takes his time to process all that you had just revealed to him.

“Wow. I really thought that you had it all, you know? A big house, rich parents, a pretty face, popularity and a lot of good friends. I guess there’s more to you than the eye sees.” Bucky says eventually.

“Well yeah, there’s not much I can do about it anymore.” You sigh.

“Yes, there is. You are doing something about it right now.” You give him a questioning look, not understanding it. “You are talking to me. And Steve. And you are being nice. If you try this with everyone they’ll like you a lot more.” He tells you as he puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks Buck, I should definitely try that. But now it’s my turn.” You cheer as you mentally prepare yourself for the question you’re about to ask. “How did you get your metal arm?”

“I’ll tell you if you promise me to keep it a secret.”

You give him a reassuring smile. “I promise.” You say as you put your hand to your heart.

“Well, your friends might have some kind of bad influence on you, but some of mine were worse. But worst of all was Loki. Loki Laufeyson.” He takes a deep breath and then continues.

“At first he seemed harmless but after a while I got to get to know the real Loki. The one who always got in trouble, drank too much and smoked way too much seed. Somehow I ended up right in the middle of that word and one night, when we were both very drunk and high, we stepped into the car to drive for a bit. I can’t really remember much, but they told me that my arm was so severely damaged that there was no use in attempting to save it. And Loki, who was driving and got out of the accident with only a few scratches, was sentenced to jail. I was able to avoid that fate, but I did spend a little over a year into a rehabilitation clinic.”

Bucky takes a little break and just as I am about to ask, he already has his answer ready.

“I’ve always been good with mechanic stuff, so when I didn’t like the prosthetic arm they had given me, I invented my own. One that is definitely not sand proof yet.” You chuckled in amazement, not really knowing what to say.

“Wow Buck, tha- that’s really something. I don’t really know what to say. Who ese knows about this?”

“Only my parents and Steve so I’d really appreciate it if you’d keep this between us.”

“I’ll keep my promise and never tell anyone. So now my second question.” You smirk.

“Ask away.”

“Do you really have a crush on me?”


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Disney Part 1- Josh Dun

You sat on your couch curled up in a ball of tears. Josh, your boyfriend of almost 3 years has been gone for 3 months. You missed him so damn much. You typically joined Josh on tour with his band twenty one pilots but your sister had asked you to stay and help her with her kids. She had just gotten a new job and she was really stressed being a single mom of 3. Of course you said yes for the sake of your nephews. You and your sister have never gotten along well but you thought she might have changed a bit so you moved in with her to become a full time helper. You must have pissed her off in some way because last night after you had put all the kids to bed she came in from work and asked you to leave and not to come back. You were honestly really hurt because you gave up your job, social life, and being with Josh to help her out. You started to calm down when you realized she wasn’t worth being upset over. You just didn’t want to loose your relationship with your nephews. As you were just about to text Josh and tell him what had happened you heard your your phone ringing. It was Josh, he was Facetiming you. You didn’t want him to see that you had been crying so you just let it ring. You called him back once you applied some concealer to your tear stained face and could talk normally again.

“Hey beautiful! Why didn’t you answer before?” Josh smiled through the screen which made you smile.

“Oh m-my phone was about to die so i had to find my charger.” You lied and you could tell Josh knew you were but he just dismissed it.

“Oh. Okay. Wait, are you in our apartment?” You could hear concern in his voice so you explained what happened between you and your sister.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. It must suck. You gave up your life basically to help her. Everything will work itself out in the end. Don’t worry.”

“I know it will. But i just miss my nephews and you.” You let a tear roll down your face as you thought about how much you wanted to be in Josh’s arms wrapped up in a warm blanket with him.

“Babe don’t cry. If you’re not going to be at your sister’s why don’t you come join me on tour.”

“I want to but-” you were cut off with Josh lightly sighing. You looked up at the screen to see he was no longer alone. Tyler, Jenna, and Jordan all just boarded the bus making a lot of noise.

“Hey Y/N! When are you planning on seeing me? You left me with all these dorks and i need a girl day soon.” Jenna took the phone out of Josh’s hands while talking to you.

“Well I think we were just starting to plan when I would join.”

“Good, it better be soon. Josh is getting kind of annoying, always talking about you and-” She was cut off by Josh grabbing his phone back. You blushed at the thought of how much Josh talked about you.

“Sorry about that. So what if I book you a flight to Florida for tomorrow. We’re going to Disney on our day off.”

“That would be great babe. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You heard a few cheers in the background which you assumed were from Tyler, Jenna, and Jordan.

You were so excited you were going to be able to see Josh tomorrow. You said your goodbyes and went upstairs and started to pack up your life once again to join Josh on tour.


Hope you liked this. Ill be posting part 2 if I see that you actually liked it. 

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Middle Of The Night

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic posted, but my second written fanfic

Warnings: smut might be bad sorry! NSFW, light swearing

don’t be silly wrap your willie


The familiar tone of a facetime call rang from my phone across the room, and I smiled at the name that appeared on the screen before I answered, taking a second to connect.

“Baby girl.” Kenny smiled seeing my face on his screen.

“Hi babe.” I smiled, walking over to my bed and laying down.

“How’s my girl?” he asked getting up, walking towards his mini fridge, taking out a water bottle.

“Good. Just missing you, but what’s new?”

I’m at my parents for a small vacation. I live in Katsushika, Tokyo, Japan to purse and my family lived in Orlando. I got a break from NJPW, due to my storyline injury, so I decided to go home for the month, mostly cause I missed my family too much.

My parents were glad to have me home, knowing that I was already looking for a home to move in with Kenny, I would be staying out there permanently. My parents absolutely adored him, even my sister had the biggest crush on him, but she’s 22, and I’m 27, so I’m not exactly worried, plus Kenny found it adorable. Kenny and I had been together nearly four years now, and my whole family loved him.

He’s actually flying out for the last week of my stay so he could see me, Adam, Nick and Matt. When I left, Kenny had been making appearances in the Independents on the west coast, so he was already gone for two weeks before, and now I had to go three more without seeing him.

“Don’t worry though babe, I’ll be there tomorrow! Promise.” Kenny grinned, switching the camera to his suitcase he had packed.

“I know! I can’t wait.” I smiled, biting your lip.

Kenny and I talked a bit more, just about the plans for the week he was here.

My family wanted to take us out to dinner one night, and my dad wanted one afternoon with him reserved to watch the game, and my little sister Laura wanted to go to the beach at least once. For a 22 year old, who has the mind of a 10 year old, she was surprisingly smart, talking about how she’d get to see his ‘hot bod’ there.

I didn’t care though, I just couldn’t wait to be in his presence. I’m not clingy by any means, but it’s been nearly three weeks since I’ve seen him.


Kenny said his flight was supposed to land at 1:30, so I set my alarm for 10 so we could get ready and everything and then go get him from the airport.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t wake up to my alarm. In fact, I woke up before it. Laura has this habit of always coming into my room and waking me up. Usually she wanted me to help her coordinate her outfit, or sometimes she even wanted to take me somewhere against my will.

When I felt someone poking my nose repetitively I was completely annoyed. I knew she was doing this because she wanted to go with me to the airport, and she always got over excited about stuff like that so she would always wake me up early.

“Laur… Just give me 5 more minutes.” I groaned trying to pull my blanket over my face, but the poking didn’t stop.

“Laura.“ I opened my eyes to face an innocent expression plastered on my sisters face.

“What?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“Just give me like 5 more minutes.” I pleaded.

“Fine.” she rolled her eyes, getting up and walking out of your room.

Laying in bed frustrated that couldn’t fall back asleep. I’m way too excited to finally see Kenny in what felt like ever. 5 minutes later though, Laura walked back in and I got out of bed, deciding to shower.

30 minutes later, I was out of the shower and had just thrown on an outfit. I walked into my room taking a blow dryer and a towel to dry my hair then the door opened.

“Don’t you know how to kno-” I stopped myself. In the doorway was Kenny, a smile plastered on his face.

“(Y/n).” Kenny said in a sing-song voice. I didn’t even say anything, I was too in shock so ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“What are you doing here?” I muttered into his neck, completely forgetting about my wet hair.

“I got an early flight. I wanted to surprise you and your dad got me from the airport this morning.” he chuckled, putting me down, walking towards my bed and plopping down on it. I couldn’t stop smiling, which cause me to giggle. It didn’t matter that we had been together for four years. I still fell for him harder and harder everyday. I knew that he was the boy that I’m going to marry when the time came. We’re crazy for one another, everyone could see it.

“I love you so fucking much.“ I muttered.He smiled, leaning down and placing his lips onto mine softly.


Kenny’s been here now for five days, but me being me, I feel like I’ve barely seen him. Of course, he’s been spending time with my family, which I didn’t mind, I do find it adorable they all got along so well.

You wanted alone time with Kenny. Lately I’ve been feeling rather sexually frusturated. The last time we had had sex was nearly two months ago. I had went to see Kenny before his match, after I got “injured”, and we had a quickie and then after the show you guys had went out for drinks with everyone.

I planned that tonight we could finally have some alone time. everyone had went out to dinner, and I thought when Kenny and I go home, we could be alone, but Laura and her friend Alec wanted to play Cards Against Humanity with Kenny, knowing I wouldn’t play because the game was vulgar, and Kenny is just to nice to say no to her.

Around 11, I went to bed, cause clearly I wouldn’t be getting anything tonight, my sister and her friend had basically stolen my boyfriend.

I said goodnight to everyone then Kenny said he’d be up in a bit, and I headed off to bed. Putting on one of Kenny’s sweatshirts he gave me a long time ago, and panties, I laid in bed and within 15 minutes you were asleep.

I moaned out his name as he filled me up. It had felt like it had been forever since he had been inside me, and I loved it. It felt so good, him sliding in and out of me slowly. I was close, clenching around him moaning out his name along with a long line of profanity as his lips captured mine to keep me quiet.

My eyes shot open. Looking around I realized it was a dream, of course. I looked to my right, and next to me was Kenny sleeping.

If I hadn’t been so sexually frusturated the past month and a half, I probably wouldn’t have had that dream.

“Kenny.” I muttered nudging his arm.

“Hmm.” he hummed into the pillow.

“Kenny… wake up” I whispered. I didn’t care it was late. I needed it, I needed him.

A groan was Kenny’s response, but nevertheless he turned and sat up a bit, one eye open and looking at me.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I love you.“ I whispered trying to hint at the fact the I wanted something.

“You don’t ever wake me up to tell me you love me…what’s up?” he asked, sitting up fully, his back against the headboard.

“But you know I do love you.” I crawled over him so I’m straddling him.

“Right?” I asked, taking my hands on his shoulders as I looked in his eyes.

“Of course. I love you too” he muttered, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. Pecking his lips several times before trailing my kisses along his jaw and making my way to his neck.

“Babe…w-what are you doing” he asked, as gave him a little love bite before making my way back to his lips.

“I just love you a lot” I muttered against his skin before my lips were back on his.

Kenny’s hands were on my hips as I started to make out with him, slowly starting to grind on him. Kenny let out a little chuckle and pulled away from the kiss, causing me to look at him.

“You did not wake me up in the middle of the night because you were in the mood” he laughed, looking at you.

“Kenny!” you whined, throwing your head back. “it’s been ages…“ I dramatized looking into his eyes.

A quiet laugh slipped from his lips. “This couldn’t wait until later?”

“Please… Kenny, I need you” I pouted my lip and giving him the infamous puppy dog eyes.

Kenny shook his head and rolled his eyes before wrapping me up in his arms and rolling the us over so he was on top. Looking into one another’s eyes, he let out a little chuckle before he smashed his lips on mine.

He started to grind into my hips, feeling the small little bulge he had in his boxers against my core made me 10 times hornier, finally feeling him even if it was through clothes.

We were both turned on at the point. Kenny didn’t realize how bad he had wanted, or needed me. In a matter of minutes I was left in just Kenny’s old shirt, and he was naked, laying back on my bed as I crawled back up to him, licking my lips with a satisfied smiled on your face.

“Shit, I forgot how good you were at that.” he let out a little laugh as I moved to straddle him. I smiled at him as I hovered above his cock, reaching down, ready to remove my shirt.

“No…keep it on, you look sexy as fuck in my clothes.”

Letting go of the shirt, I reached down and grabbed Kenny’s dick, aligning the tip with my entrance and slowly sinking down on it, throwing my head back as he filled me up.

I started to rock my hips back and forth, grinding on him slowly. His hands on me waist as he started guiding me, increasing the speed.

It was passionate, and you loved it. Sex with Kenny always was. He made mefeel so good. He pleased me in ways no man ever had before.

I started to ‘bounce’ on him, the pace quickening, and the sound of our skin hitting filling the room. I bit my lip to try to hold in my moans, but they still fell from my throat.

Kenny flipped us over, looking up at him now as he pounded into me. The shirt I’m wearing started to ride up just enough to expose my boobs, he watched them with each thrust as they bounced up and down.

My back arched up off the mattress, I wanted to scream out his name.

Kenny was grunting with each thrust, getting sloppier and I let out a loud moan, Kenny’s eyes going wide, realizing it was 1:30 in the morning, and I had nearly screamed.

Kenny reached down, running his finger against my lip, opened my mouth and him slipping a finger into my mouth, immediately I started sucking on it. My eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

Clenching around Kenny, knowing I was close I pulled him by the neck down to me to kiss him once more. Kenny removed his finger and reached down and started rubbing your clit as he thrusted into me.

I shut my eyes, moaning out as I came, my body convulsing and seeing stars. Kenny rode out my high as he got closer to his. I knew he was close cause he started to get sloppier, and he had also sorta fallen on top of me and was moaning into my ear.

I started talking to him as he tried to reach his release.

“Kenny.” I whined in his ear “please cum in me.” I muttered.

Kenny let out an almost growl in your ear, losing his control he bit down on your shoulder as he came, filling you up.

Riding out his high, he rolled off you with a huff.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “you were right.” he let out a little chuckle.

“I know.” you let out a little giggle, snuggling into him, and pecking his lips.

“I’m not even mad you woke me up at 1 am for that.” Kenny laughed, wrapping his arms around you and the two of you falling asleep.

jeno ; 22

for the anonnie who requested #22 for the drabble game! our masterlist is here! (x) -admin vi

prompt 22: ‘you can scream if you want.’


“babe, come over! the others are out and i want to have a cuddle date.” the simple text had you pulling on your shoes in 5 minutes, before taking the subway to his dorm.

“jeno?” you knocked on the door of his dorm, and he opened it a moment later. he was dressed casually in a plain black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants.

“y/n!” he pulled you into a hug, and you relished the feeling of being in his arms. you guys fell onto the couch in a heap, where he turned his laptop on.

“oh, this looks good!” he pointed to a horror movie, and you smiled- well, grimaced. 

“sure! looks great!” you prayed your voice didn’t betray any nervousness.

honestly? jeno hated horror movies. the only reason why he’d picked this stupid, godforsaken film was because donghyuck had told him “girls are terrified of horror movies! you can be a mountain man like yuta-hyung and show her your cool side!”

screw having a cool side. jeno had been frozen for the better half of the movie, while you were also trying not to totally embarrass yourself in front of your boyfriend/

“oh my god don’t open the door, don’t open the door, don’t- damn it.” you closed your eyes, unable to hide your fear anymore, before sneaking a peek at jeno. his handsome features were contorted into a painful smile.

“you can scream if you want.” you whispered, and jeno let out the most high pitched scream you’d ever heard come out of him as the ghost lunged out at the protagonist. you ended up screaming too, and the both of you ended up slamming the laptop shut in fear.

“god, what the hell was that?” you let out a laugh, pointing at the laptop.

“i don’t know, honestly. remind me never to take hyuck’s advice ever again.” he laughed charmingly, showing off the eyesmile that you so adored. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.  “i missed you.” he whispered, gently pecking you on the forehead.

“i missed you too, nerd.” you tried to hide the slight blush on your face, as the both of you lay peacefully on the couch, talking about what’d happened in your lives recently. (that was, until jeno’d opened his laptop and the both of you screamed in shock again, seeing the grotesque face of the ghost pop up on the screen.)