Request: Sebastian Smythe and Barry Allen crossover in which Team Flash wants Barry to admit his feelings for reader already so they brought a doppleganger(seb) to make him jealous.Turns out seb falls for reader too.
a/n: idk guys i needed a glee crossover to prepare for my bday and darren criss…
“Who is this guy and why does he look exactly like Barry?” you immediately ask when you enter the Cortex, eyes wide as you take in his appearance. His tan sweater is pulled over a white polo, both collars popped up like a guy from an old movie. You carefully circle around him, cocking an eyebrow, “Or did Barry get an upgrade or, like, I don’t know, get hit with a confidence gun? I’m lost?”
‘Barry’ scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Upgrade? Maybe in some other timeline.” he sneers, looking you up and down; you pull at your striped black sweater. “I’m Sebastian Smythe, Barry’s cousin.” he introduces himself, tilting his head. “And you are? Well, besides super hot.” he smirks, green eyes glimmering playfully.
You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up like a campfire. Damn, he’s so forward, almost the complete opposite of Barry. “I’m Y/N.” you say brightly, readjusting your brown messenger bag on your shoulder.
Smirking, Sebastian comes closer to you, unfolding his arms and letting them hang loosely at hs sides, fingertips hitting his blue jeans. He pouts, squaring his shoulders, “Why does Barry get all the cute ones? Everyone in Ohio is…yikes.” he grimaces, making you giggle. “Huh. That is definitely a sound I could get used to…” he compliments, grinning wickedly at your pink face. “Pretty, smart, if you can sing, you’ll give me a run for my money-”
“Sebastian!” the speedster fumes in a warning tone, plucking off his gloves. Sebastian rolls his eyes, spinning on his heel to face his cousin. “Why must you…you be a flirt?!” Barry huffs, frowning; Seb tries not to laugh, folding his arms. Okay, so maybe Barry needs to work on his insults… “Sorry about him, Y/N. I…he…just showed up…” he mumbles awkwardly.
When you open your mouth, Sebastian scoffs. “Look, Wonder Boy, not my fault Y/N is hot as fuck.” he says nonchalantly; you look down bashfully. “It’s not like you’re gonna make a move anytime soon either.” he shrugs, scrunching his face. “I think you should just go back to what you do best, saving people,” he nods mockingly, “and leave the dating thing to me, cus.”
Cisco presses his fist to his mouth, brown eyes wide, awaiting Barry’s response. The speedster clenches his hands at his sides, face turning bright red like his suit. “You can’t just come here and start flirting with people I like!” he fumes, setting his jaw while he glares.
You look between the two, lips set in a perfect ‘O’ shape, fingers playing with the end of your striped sweater. Damn, two guys are fighting over you! Two cousins! Sebastian spins on his heel, leaning to your level, placing the side of his pale hand the corner of his mouth. “Go on a date with me.” he stage whispers, adding in a cheeky wink at the end.
Blushing, you nibble your bottom lip. Barry has had the chance to ask you out, but he never did… “Okay, Sebastian. On one condition.” you smirk, matching his. “You sing to me.”
A cheshire cat grin appears on his face and he crosses his arms, screwing up his tan sweater; his collar touches his jaw. “I never say no to showing off… Right, Barr?” Sebastian teases, peering over his shoulder. Barry inhales through his nose, storming into the medbay. For the fastest man alive, he always seems to be too late.
Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader
sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone
in the fuckin compound lmao
Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual
smut, it’s a slow buuuurn
Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s.
He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole.
Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a
challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other,
you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when
something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it
Word Count: 2231
Y/N sees a softer side of a
man whom she despises. Bucky tries to find validation in Y/N and when
things seem to be going great, something gets in the way.
WHAT THE HECKERS THERE IS
450+ OF YOU WHY????? I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH! Oh and the
lucky numbers thing is my lil thing, eight is my lucky number :)
“She use to be my Queen.” Series Part 3. A Bellamy Blake/Roan Imagine series
“Perfect.” Bellamy murmured as he ran a finger down (Y/n)’s bare back. Goosebumps then littering her skin. They had just taken that ultimate step as a couple. A young couple. They both glowed and glistened. It still smelled of love. The smell forever ingrained in their minds.
“You’re hands are cold.” She whispered with a giggle.
“It’s not my fault you’re smoking hot.” He grinned as she rolled her eyes.
“Why must you always be so cheesy.” She asked.
“That’s how I got you isn’t it?” He reasoned.
“Maybe.” She whispered as she leaned forward to kiss him.
“My queen? Are you awake?” “Hm?” You squirmed from the bed before you shot up. Roan all but ran to your side.
“Are you alright?” He asked carefully/
“Huh? Yeah. I’m fine.” You stated groggily. You shook your head at your brain. Pushing the thought from your brain.
“You’re zoning again queen.” He chuckled lowly. You smiled as you placed your hands on your small yet ever growing bump.
“Is there a reason my guards brought Blake and Kane up here?” “You know Kane is my dad right?” “Yes but what about Bellamy.”
“You’ll be delighted to tell him I told him off.” Roan grinned proudly. He wasn’t fond with Blake after hearing how he had treated you in yours and his relationship.
“My beautiful queen.” He murmured.
“And how is the small warrior?”
“They’re good. It’s so weird…” You muttered. He raised a brow in question.
“I mean think about it Roan…we’re going to have a little one. Isn’t that just odd.” You tried as you looked at him. He shook his head as he scooped you up into his arms as you squeaked. “Your hands are warm.” She murmured as he set her down on the bed before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sir?!” A guard barged in.
“What?!” He groaned tiredly.
“There’s a problem in the land.”
“And what would that be?!”
“Let me try.” You whispered. You went to get up but Roan grabbed your arm.
“Remember you are carrying precious cargo now my queen…I would rather you didn’t-” You shot him a look. He sighed.
“But then again when have you ever listened to a word I’ve said.” You smiled. You got up and walked with the guards to the elevator.
“(Y/n), are you and Bell going to get married?” Little 13 year old Octavia asked as you brushed her hair. Bellamy was working and you were making sure Octavia was okay. You blushed at the question.
“I don’t know O.” You murmured as you started to braid her hair.
“He really likes you. You know that right? He thinks you’re pretty….and he thinks you have a cute butt.” She giggled. Your jaw dropped.
“He said that.” She nodded enthusiastically. You shook your head.
“I think it’s time for bed missy.” You tried. She pouted.
“Can’t I wait for Bell?!”
“Not this time. Last time we almost got caught.”
“I love you (Y/n).” You froze as Octavia hugged you closely.
“I love you too O.” You whispered back.
“You let go of me right now you assholes!” Octavia shouted as she fought the guards.
“Octavia!” You shouted. She froze at the sound of your voice.
“Well if it isn’t the queen gracing us with her presence.” She smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“Teik her go.” You ordered. They immediately dropped her. “I’m so honored.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry about Lincoln, O.” She flinched before rolling her eyes.
“Octavia!” Another voice bellowed. You both spun to see Bellamy. He looked angry.
“What the hell were you thinking Octavia.” He barked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Bellamy.” She snarked.
“YOU killed that man.” Bellamy rolled his eyes.
“What are you going to do arrest me?!”
“Octavia this is serious.” You whispered.
“So what.” She said cooly. You couldn’t believe it. The once hopeful and joyful girl was now cold and murderous.
“What happened to you.”
“I’m having Deja Vu. Aren’t you Bellamy?”
“HEY QUEEN!” You turned only to feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You gasped as you looked so see a knife lodged into your upper chest. Dangerously close your heart. You screamed as you plummeted. Only to be caught by the man who made you feel a sharp pain in your heart.
“Oh my god.” Octavia whispered. People were shouting and your vision was blurring. There was only one voice you could focus on was one particular man. “(Y/n) stay with me….Don’t leave me again.” “I-I won’t.”
Seeing that the dimly lit halls of the Ark are empty, you sneak to the guard break room door. Peeping through the gap, you see the familiar curls resting on the slump of his shoulders. Smirking evilly, you slowly open the door and take silent steps towards him. "Bellamy!“ You exclaim. He jumps in shock but his shoulders relax when he turns to see your smiling face.
"What the hell are you doing here?” Bellamy asks in a hushed whisper, a smile coating his mouth as he rests his arms against the chair.
“I came to see you.” You admit with a shrug and a smirk coating your lips. He raises an eyebrow at you, his brown eyes narrowed slightly as he grins.
"It’s 3am.“ He states as he turns back around to the sheets of papers he’s looking at, "You’re crazy.” He smiles when you wrap your arms around his chest from behind his seat.
"Only for you.“ You peck his cheek quickly and he sighs softly, as if your kiss has calmed him down. “And it’s Christmas Day.” You add with a soft smile.
"Anyone could’ve seen you."
You walk around the chair, sitting on his lap with one leg on each side of his right thigh, "But no one did.” You give him a sly smirk, leaning in closely and placing a kiss on the corner of his jaw.
Request: yo maybe an evil power couple but the reader is more of a schemer and calm like while barry can’t stay still or stop flirting in the middle of a heist?
a/n: hope its good!
Power couples are, well, powerful! When you and Barry first met, it was the perfect match. With his speed and your brain, your heists are full proof. That is, if he could focus for once in his life.
“You know, this art museum is missing something…” he purrs, hand on his hip while he looks around, tapping his long index finger on his chin. Rolling your eyes, you focus on disabling the alarm that’s attached to the piece of art. His all-black converse squeak on the cream polished floor, turning to you. “Got it…” he says, holding both his hands in L-shapes, making a square in front of his squinted eye.
You huff, pressing buttons as fast as you can. Can’t get caught. “Barry, not right now…” you scold, hearing him continue sneaking around the sculpture.
He moves his hands away from his face, still in a square, then back. “Ain’t she a beauty?” he chuckles, stepping closer to you, “I’d like to pin you up against the wall…” he smirks, hoodie falling from his shoulder.
Scoffing, you hit one more button, smiling when there’s a small beep. Got it. “Do you ever stop for just a second?” you question, pulling the glass case off the sculpture. This is going to make you guys rich!
He puckers his lips, arms falling to his sides as his nature colored eyes glance up. Then he shakes his head, brown fluff of hair bouncing under the black beanie. “Nah.” he shrugs, “Not my fault you’re super hot and smart.” he tuts, grabbing the sculpture, using his super speed so the monitor won’t catch anything.
Standing up, you nod your head, crossing your arms over your tight black long sleeve shirt. “Okay, babe.” you roll your eyes, hearing the sound of footsteps echo in the hall. “Stop flirting and get speeding!” you hiss, slapping his arm.
Barry stifles a giggle, grinning as he hoists you on his back. “And we’re gone!” he smirks, flashing the both of you to the safe house. Another heist completed by the evil power couple!
The screaming, the yelling, the crying. The anguish all around you and there was nothing you could do. Nothing you could do to help them, any of them.
The child screaming for her dad, the mother screaming at her teenage son to come back, the old man holding a woman in his arms and weeping, her face stained with blood like his was with tears.
You stumbled around, trying to grasp a hold of the situation, of what had happened.
You saw a man run from the building that had exploded, his red hoodie falling off his shoulders and his lips parted as he gasped for breath. Running over to him, unsure why, unsure what it would do but still you ran.
And then your mouth fell open when you saw his face. A cut along his cheek bone, his eyes full of regret and wet with tears. His face which was painfully familiar.
You stumbled back, trying to take a breath, to take a moment. But he’d seen you and something seemed to click inside him, he knew you too.
“Wait!” He yelled, stretching out an arm to you as you ran, your breath in ragged gasps, your boots slapping on the concrete as you moved as fast as you could away and you heard his behind you.
“I never meant to hurt you!”
“That’s not going to get my leg back properly is it?” You screamed back. And he must have seen the rage on your features as you turned for his lips turned into a frown and his eyes showed such pity as he glanced down at your leg in it’s brace from when he’d shot you in the leg only a few years ago.
“I’m really sorry. I never wanted to shoot you.”
“Well, you did.”
“I know.” He hung his head and you almost felt bad, but he’d caused you this pain, he’d caused you to spend all those days in hospital and then weeks in physiotherapy trying to get your knee fixed.
“I know. That explosion was my fault too. Everything’s my fault!” He screamed, pulling at his hair, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.
“People are injured!” You screamed back, pointing at the building. “Help them!”
He stared at you for a moment, his eyes locked on yours.
And then he ran back, back into the burning apartment, pulling people from under beds and desks, bodies and the injured, pulling them out to lay on the road, in a bitter sweet sleep.
You checked who was alive, helping the injured stay calm, doing your best with your leg.
After an hour when the ambulances had taken the injured away and the dead were covered in sheets and the sun had begun to drop, you sat on the bench on the pavement and he came to sit beside you.
“Thank you.” He said.
“Getting me to help. And helping me.”
“That doesn’t redeem you, you know.” you said bitterly.
“I know. But now I know what I have to do with my life.”
He turned to you, “I’m Bucky.”
You laughed slightly, “(Y/n).”
“I know.” He whispered, “I found out about you when I… left. When I was on my own. I found out about everyone.”
“So there’s not just me.” You sighed.
“I’m really sorry.”
“This may not have been all to your free will, what you did to me and the others, maybe we got in the way, but you’ve gone too far to take it back with an apology.” You said, almost regretting it after.
Request: @finate-lives Hey! I was just wondering if you could do a personal imagine? If not, no stress :) if yes then would I be able to have a shawn one about him being like a bad boy and pretty cocky and I’m not that into it bc I’m sassy af and sees him as a player but then I give in but he’s legit into me and not that bad after all. My names Alexandra by the way if you want to add it and that’s me in the icon 😊 thank you!
He wasn’t the stereotypical bad boy, Shawn that is. No tattoos, piercings or smoking constantly. In fact if you were to see him walking down the street you’d think he was just a normal teenager. But he wasn’t. Shawn treated girls as if they were toys, didn’t have many friends as everyone was scared of him. He’s known to beat people up if they do him wrong.
I’ve never gotten the fact of everyone being scared of him, he was a dick yes, but scary not so much. He actually looked kind of innocent. His brown eyes showing an innocent little boy rather than a macho tough guy. But I guess eyes aren’t really the windows to your soul.
But the one thing I absolutely despised about him, other than the degrading of women, was the fact he was so god damn egotistical. Like this boy was as cocky as you could get. Just because he got tons of girls, suddenly the world spins around him. It’s one of the most unattractive traits ever. I mean he’s a quite attractive guy but when he opens his mouth, all the attraction you had before meeting him, just vanishes.
I turned my head away from the whiteboard to look two seats beside me, to see Shawn himself, staring right at me. I roll my eyes and continue writing on my notes. Throughout the class I glance over at Shawn, noticing each time he’s staring at a new girl. God he’s such a player.
My phones makes a silent buzzing sound, I look around if anyone noticed but everyone seemed to be paying attention to whatever maths equation Mrs. Thompson was teaching. I look down at my phone, noticing a text form my best friend.
“Hey, you going out tonight? Cause there’s a huge party at Aaron’s xx”
I start typing out a reply before a cough startles me. I look up to see Mrs. Thompson right in front of me, looking at me disappointedly.
“Alexandra, does your phone have the answer to the complicated equation written on the board.”
I shook my head, placing my phone upside-down on my desk, before Mrs. Thompson took it and placed it on her desk.
“And how about you Mr. Mendes? Does your phone have the answer?” I looked over to see Shawn, swinging on his chair, not even looking up from his phone before answering.
“I don’t know, but I can sure find out. Just wait a second, I’m texting someone important.”
“And who’s this important person, Shawn?”
“Aaron,” Shawn replied nonchalantly. The teacher scowled at him before taking his phone and placing it next to mine on her desk.
“Guess Alexandra will have company during after school detention, isn’t that right Mr. Mendes?” I heard Shawn groan, before groaning myself. I did not want to spend an hour with a guy like Shawn.
After the class finished learning about linear functions for the thousandth time, Mrs. Thompson let everyone out before glaring at Shawn and I as we were sitting alone at the back of the class.
It was almost the end of the detention before Mrs. Thompson’s phone started ringing, at first she didn’t take notice but then saw the caller ID. She instantly stood up and left the room, closing the door.
I looked over at Shawn and giving him a confused look. He just shrugged and stood up, going to the desk and grabbing his phone. He sat back down, instantly going on his phone.
Mrs. Thompson comes back in, rushing to grab all of her stuff.
“Another teacher will come in, letting you guys out when it’s time, but right now I have to go,” she blurted out before rushing out the room, locking the door
Shawn doesn’t get up from his desk, rocking back and forth on his seat. I glance at him briefly to see him checking me out, smirking as he undressed me with his eyes.
“You know Shawn, I’d rather not knowing what’s going up in that tiny brain up there, most probably imagining the sex positions you want me in. But rather than degrading yourself why don’t you stop to help your reputation a bit,” he scoffs, leaning further in his seat to get a look at my ass.
“Does it look like I care about what others think of me?”
“Shawn you’re just an insecure horny teenager who was weak and succumbed to peer pressure, so of course you care about your reputation because you can’t stand the idea of people thinking you are, god forbid, a good guy,” Shawn clenched his jaw and turned his attention away from me and to the window out looking the oval. I scoffed at his childish behaviour. It’s not my fault he can’t handle the truth.
“You’re hot Alexandra, but you sure have one hell of a mouth.”
“Well no shit Sherlock, who else is going to call you out on your shitty attitude?” I stand up and walk towards the front of the class, grabbing my phone before sitting down on the desk.
“Shawn, what the heck happened to you? You used to be kind, caring, smart, a good-natured guy. Then suddenly you change overnight to this ‘bad boy’ who fucks girls, doesn’t care what other people think and starts slowly degrading the top-notch reputation you had once before. Can I get some kind of explanation to help my curiosity?” I was curious what happened to him, he was so different before.
“Go out with me and I’ll tell you,” Shawn smirked, leaning forward on his chair, elbows leaning on the desk.
“What?” I was confused, I don’t understand how the situation changed so drastically.
“You heard me, if you go on a date with me, I’ll tell you everything you need to know about me,” Shawn smirked up at me, awaiting an answer. I was thinking about my answer, but before I could even ponder it on any longer, the words “yes” leave my lips.
Shawn’s face resembled shock. He was actually surprised I said yes. It lasted only second as a genuine smile graced his face. He stood up before walking over to me. He grabbed my hand before pulling me to stand up. I was a good foot shorter than him, his body towering over mine. I gulped at our close proximity.
Shawn’s fingers lifted my chin up so I met his beautiful eyes. I looked deep into them again, noticing a small spark, like he was excited, for a change. He leaned down before his lips touched the skin of my cheek. I could feel my cheeks begin heat up.
“Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance,” I looked up at him confusedly.
“I’ll pick you up at eight to take you out, okay? Wear something comfortable but dressy,” Shawn winked before knocking on the door where Mr Kale, our maths teacher was waiting. Shawn showed Mr Kale his phone, before the teacher opened the door letting him out. I processed what had happened before slowly stepping out of the room.
What just happened?
I looked at my mirror, flattening out my white dress. It had a cut out near my waist but had lace over it. I played with the lace hem as I admired myself. I did actually put effort into this date. I looked over at the close noticing the time. I put on my shoes which were just sandals with ties going up ‘till my ankles. They added a casualness to my outfit.
I heard the doorbell off, before I sprinted down the steps, I grabbed my purse and waited a second before opening and closing the door. Shawn was standing there, hands in pockets, a lopsided smile on his face. He was wearing a top that had dark blue sleeves but a lighter shade of blue for the rest of the shirt, his black skinny jeans and his black shoes with a white sole. He looked very attractive.
“Alexandra, wow, you look-you look amazing,” Shawn complimeted, a small blush creeping on to his cheeks.
“Thank you, and you do clean up pretty nice yourself,” Shawn chuckled before taking my hand, leading me to his jeep. I smirked at his eagerness, but before I could open the door, Shawn opened it for me. I was shocked to say the least, he was being a gentleman? Since when?
I sat in the passenger seat, watching Shawn jog over to the other side of the car. He smiled shyly, before starting the jeep, driving us to our surprise destination.
Shawn parked the car, before getting out and running over to my side to open the door for me.
“Thank you,” I shyly said, confused but happy about his sudden kindness. Shawn just smiled wider, showcasing his perfectly white teeth.
As I stepped out of the car I looked around trying to figure out where we were. I then saw a small light glinting in the distance, not too far away from the car but a good five minute walk. I also heard waves crashing near us, so we were near a beach. He was taking me to a restaurant, near the beach. What is this boy doing to me?
We started walking next to each other before Shawn intertwined his hand with mine. I blushed at the sudden contact but loving the feeling of it. HIs large hand fit perfectly with my small one. I looked down at our hands before swinging them. Shawn’s chuckle filled the air and my heart started beating faster.
I’d never felt this way before, like yes I know his attractive and all but his personality made me think he was just some player that uses girls for his own benefit one day and throws them out the next. But now, he was sweet, caring and cheerful, much like the Shawn he used to be.
“What are you thinking in that pretty little mind of yours?” I looked up to meet Shawn’s caramel brown ones, his eyes were curious and kind. They made me feel comfortable and like this was where I was meant to be.
“Just wondering if you do this to all your girls?” I asked as we stopped in front of a huge tree, a lamp post illuminating our faces.
“Alexandra, you’re honestly the only one I’ve ever taken here. You make me feel something. You make me feel like my old self again, something no one has made me feel in a long time,” Shawn, held both my hands, before lifting my right hand to his lips, pressing them lightly onto my skin.
Right then I realised, he wasn’t all bad, just no one took the time to dig a little deeper, to find the old Shawn. I’m glad he gave me the chance, and I’m definitely glad I said yes.
Beyond the Horizon Summary: When Princess Emma’s ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.
The men parted at once on his order, creating a narrow channel in the cramped confines of the crew quarters to allow them passage. Emma followed in his wake, her small hand still wrapped firmly in his as he made his way to the cot in the corner where Jack Murray was laid out.
One glance told him that the young crewman was in a bad way. His face was flushed as red as a drunkard’s, he was perspiring heavily and his hair was plastered to his forehead. The collar of his shirt was stained from the sweat, the whole garment limp as a rag with dark rings under his arms. Smee was kneeling next to him, a deep frown on his lips.
“He’s doing very poorly. I think it’s the leg, Captain.”
Killian bit back a curse at that while Emma bustled around him and also dropped to her knees next to the cot, hand immediately going to Murray’s forehead and pushing back the damp mat of hair. The broken leg Murray had suffered in the attack by King George’s men had been the worst injury among the crew, save the fatal blow that downed Sullivan, and with no surgeon aboard the Jolly it had been pulled straight and bound into place by the men with Fergus drafted to sit on Murray’s chest and keep him still while they worked.
“He was thrashin’ around all night and we couldn’t rouse him this morning,” McIntyre explained, producing an empty bottle, “I found this tangled up in the sheet.”
It reeked of the cheapest kind of spirits when Killian took it from him and turned it over in his hands, the kind of rotgut that was only good for one thing, getting stinking drunk as quickly as possible. He’d certainly imbibed plenty of similar brews himself in the past, seeking nothing but a few hours’ worth of oblivion from the world around him.
“Dulling the pain,” he muttered, setting it aside and crossing his arms over his chest, “Let’s have a look at the leg, then. Smee, get out your knife.”
Hey guys!! Woo a Hayes imagine! He’s actually been giving me all the feels recently omg😍😍 hope you guys like it, and requests are always open😊❤️
I walked out with the bowls of chips as I set them down on the table before the rest of the guys came. We were inviting everyone over so we can just swim and eat and have a good time together. I skipped inside and swung the door open and hugged each guy one by one.
“Let’s goo!!” I said as I ran back out the back door. The guys immediately jumped in the pool since they were already ready and I laughed at them.
“There’s food here if you guys want,” I called.
“Thanks Y/N!” they all said. I heard the door open and I saw Hayes come out. He came over to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll be in in 2 seconds,” I said as Hayes went to go join everyone in the pool. I took off my cover up and stepped into the water and began swimming around to warm up.
“Guys let’s play chicken!” Cameron said and we all agreed. I swam over to Hayes and got on his shoulders. He walked towards Aaron, who was on Shawn’s shoulders and we began pushing each other. Aaron pushed me and I started falling back, kicking Shawn in the face before completely falling in.
“Shawn I’m so sorry,” I laughed as I went over to hug him.
“It’s okay,” he said as he touched his face. We continued playing for a little before going back to chilling. I was hungry so I grabbed se chips and sat on the diving board as I ate them. When I was done I jumped back in. I saw Hayes swimming around in a floatie, looking sort of uncomfortable. I swam over to him and popped up in the middle of the tube. I suddenly felt something against my stomach as I began to giggle.
“What?” he asked.
“Do you have a boner?” I giggled.
“Not my fault you look hot in that bikini,” he groaned.
“Do I?” I asked as I pressed my lips against his. I moved down to his neck and he threw his head back.
“I can help with that if you want,” I smirked as I glanced down.
“Here?” he asked.
“We can go inside, it’ll be quick,” I said. He bit his lip and nodded slowly.
“We’re going to grab towels and a few things we forgot,” I said as we hopped out of the pool and walked inside.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said as his lips attacked mine. His tongue slid into my mouth and I smiled during the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as his arms wrapped around me, never breaking the kiss. My hands found his hair and I ran my fingers through it, tugging slightly. He let out a soft moan and I smiled again. I ran my hands over his toned body and moved my lips to his collar bone, which I knew was his weak spot.
“I hate you,” he groaned.
“You love me,” I smiled as I lifted my head up to face his.
“You’re right,” he said as he roughly kissed me.
“Should we go to your room?” I breathed as I pulled away.
“I think so,” he said.
“How long was that?” I asked as I grabbed a towel.
“No clue,” he said. I interlocked my fingers with his as we walked back out to the yard, where all the guys were staring and started laughing.
“Get it in, Hayes!” Matt screamed. Oh my god.
“Those were some pretty loud moans,” Taylor added.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I whispered as I walked over to s chair and sat on it, pulling my legs up and hiding my face. Hayes sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me.
“It’s okay, they’re guys, they tease,” he chuckled.
“But it’s so embarrassing, and your brothers here!” I whispered.
“Baby it’s fine,” he said, still laughing. I groaned as I hid my face again and I felt Hayes trace pattern along my back, sending goosebumps around my body.
“Nice hickey Hayes,” Cam said. I looked up and saw a hickey on his collar bone.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed.
“Worth it,” he smirked.
“I’ll race you to the pool,” I grinned.
“You’re on,” he said as we both took off sprinting.
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“What the hell is going on? Weren’t we supposed to be called to breakfast an hour ago? And why is everyone acting so crazy? Perhaps they do things differently in the South, but I’d thought a kingdom as sophisticated as Celestia would have a bit more etiquette.”
Gray let out a sigh, rolling his eyes as Ultear once again passed him, rambling on about customs and decorum. She tended to be a bit grumpy before breakfast and a good strong cup of coffee.
“Why don’t you just sit down and relax? We’ll find out soon enough what’s what, walking a rut into the floor isn’t going to do anything but distress the castle mason.”
Ultear narrowed her almond eyes at him, the dark slits piercing sharper than any sword. But Gray had grown accustomed to the icy glares over the years, knowing that if she didn’t get her way soon, all hell would break lose.
His prediction was proven a moment later when she threw open the door and shouted at a passing servant. “You! Tell King Jude that if I don’t get an explanation about his sorry lack of courtesy within the next five minutes, I’ll leave and take his precious future son in law with me!”
The poor servant who had already looked distressed enough as it is, widened her brown doe eyes and pulled at a lock of candy pink hair while blushing. “I-I’m sorry…” She mumbled, tears welling in her eyes.
“Ignore her.” Gray called from inside the room, motioning for her to move on with her duties.
As she scurried away, Ultear whirled on him. Before she could say anything however, Gray stood up and stretched lazily. “Listen, if you promise to sit here and relax, I’ll go see about getting some breakfast sent to our quarters. Alright?”
She contemplated this for a moment and then nodded. “Alright, but you’d best hurry.”
He waved a hand dismissively as he headed for the door. “Yeah yeah I’ll get it done.”
New Preference #25 - You Two are Reunited After Being Apart.
Six months. Six long months that you and Harry have been apart. Harry was away working on project, while you were stuck at home finishing up your university. Harry was scheduled to arrive later today, so you were making sure that the house was perfect so you wouldn’t have anything to worry about once he was home. You were unloading the dishwasher and putting the dishes in the cabinets when you hear the front door opening. You’re a little confused until..
“Baby?” Harry shouts.
You quickly make your way to the front of the house and smile widely at him before jumping up into his arms. He laughs wrapping his arms around you.
“I’ve missed you.” He whispers holding you tightly.
“I missed you too.” You smile. “I thought you weren’t coming home till later?”
“I found an earlier flight.” He smiles. “Now, come here.” He smirks leaning into kiss you.
You giggle kissing him back. He smirks into the kiss as he walks you both back towards the wall. “I can’t believe we were apart for so long.” He mumbles kissing down your neck.
“Me either.” You say.
He smiles up at you. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” he smirks.
“I say why go all the way in there when there is a perfectly good space right here.” You smirk taking off his shirt.
“Good point.” He smirks.
You had been visiting your family since your Mom had an accident, breaking her leg. You went to help out while Liam stayed in London. You were driving back, so you decided to stop and get some dinner on the way home.
You get to the house and you smile when you see Liam sitting out on the porch. His face lights up when he sees you and he rushes over to you. He opens your door before you can even turn the car off.
“I’ve missed you so much!” He says hugging you tightly.
“I missed you too.” You smile. “Of course I’ve only been gone for two weeks.”
“Two weeks to long.” He says. “Here let me get your bags.”
“I got dinner.” You say.
“Oh, great.” he smiles. “I can open up some wine and we can celebrate you’re return home.”
“So, how long have you been waiting on the porch for me?” you giggle.
“Not long…” He says.
“Why do I feel like you’re lying?” You laugh.
“Okay. So I may have went outside after you called to tell me you were leaving your parents.” He says.
“That was an hour and half ago!” You laugh.
“I’m sorry. I was just so excited!” He laughs. “And I missed my favorite girl.”
You smile wrapping your arms around him. “I missed you too.” You smile. “And it’s cute that you missed me that much that you were excited for me to come home.”
“I’m glad you think that I’m cute.” He smirks.
“That’s not all I think.” You smirk back at him.
“Oh, really?” He says. “What else do you think?”
“Oh, you know, sexy, hot, extremely attractive.” you say.
“You know we could always just reheat the food later…” Liam smirks. “I mean with your long drive and all, I’m sure you would like some rest.. in our bed.”
“Hm. You know me so well.” You smirk leaning into kiss him before he picks you up and takes you into the bedroom.
You and a group of your closest girlfriends went on an all girls trip for the last week and half. Since you went to somewhere tropical you were constantly wearing a bathing suit and sending pictures to your boyfriend Louis, who may or may not have been getting quite frustrated from them. Your plane just landed and you knew that Louis was at the studio, so you arranged for a car to take you home.
The car pulls into the driveway. You pay the man and he helps you with your bags up to the door before you head inside. When you do, you hear soft music playing and flowers everywhere throughout the first few rooms of the house.
“Louis?” You say confused knowing that he wasn’t supposed to be here right now.
There was no answer, so you just leave your things in the side room before going around to see where the music was coming from. Eventually, you hear the music getting louder as you get closer to your and Louis’ bedroom. You open the door and see even more flower and candles throughout the room.
“Louis?” You say walking inside.
“Oh! You’re home already!” He says walking out of the closet.
“Yeah. What’s all this?” You smile.
“Can’t I just do something nice and romantic for my girlfriend?” He asks.
“Well yeah, but it’s you.” You joke.
“I take offense to that.” He says walking over to you.
“Aww, but this is nice.” You smile. “But I know that you want something.” You giggle wrapping your arms around him.
“Well.. maybe.. I just wanted the house to look nice for my beautiful…sexy…hot…gorgeous…amazing…fit..girlfriend.” He smirks kissing you in-between each adjective.
“Hm. It seems that you must have really missed me.” You smirk.
“I did.” He nods. “Very. Very much.”
“Hmm. But I can’t help but wonder if it was me that you missed or the sex.” You smirk.
“I’m not going to lie to you, but both of those. I missed you and I missed having sex with you.” he smirks. “Especially after you teased me with all of those pictures!”
“It’s not my fault I looked hot.” You smirk.
“Yes it is!” He pouts. “You got me all hot and bothered and you knew it! You did it on purpose!”
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” You smirk. “But just think that now that I’m home.. we have lots to make up for.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” He smirks before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed. “Might as well start now.” He smirks leaning down to kiss you.
You and Niall had dated for two years before deciding to take a break from one another for a bit. You two had constantly been fighting and you both loved one another so much, so you knew that your last hope at actually being able to be together was to take this break. You were heading over to his house after the two month break to talk things over.
You still loved him and wanted to be with him. You missed him like crazy and hoped that he felt the same way. Although you would be lying if you didn’t say that you liked having the break. You two were just spending a lot of time together ever since the boys weren’t touring this year and you just think that it was too much too soon.
You had mostly been in a long distance relationship the entire span of your relationship and then as soon as he was finished up with tour, you two were constantly together, making up for all those lost times.
You arrive at his house and head to the front door. He answers it right after you knock and he smiles widely at you.
“Y/N!” He smiles wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you as well and I was really hoping that you would say that.” you smile hugging him back.
“Course I missed ya!” He smiles moving out of your way, so you can walk inside. “So, how have ya been these past few months?”
“I’ve been good. I mostly focused on work and spent some times with my friends.” You shrug.
“Cool. I went back home and seen the family for a bit. They asked about you by the way.” he says walking into the kitchen. “In fact I think they were a bit upset you weren’t there. It’s like they preferred you over me.” He laughs.
You giggle. “Well, maybe we can go back again sometime soon.” you say taking the drink he just poured from him.
“Maybe.” he smiles. “So, should we get down to the talk?” He asks.
You nod and follow him out to the backyard. The two of you are quiet for a little bit before you decide to speak up.
“Listen Niall, I know that we hit a rough patch there for a bit, but I honestly think that’s all it was. I mean if we really didn’t want to be with one another or if we don’t work together anymore, we wouldn’t have missed each other during our break. We would have been happy being without the other. I’m not saying that I wasn’t happy, but I did miss you a lot and I really do love you. I don’t know how you feel about me or if still want to be on a break or break up or something, but I really think that whatever it was that we were going through, we can get through it.” You say.
“I feel the same way that you do.” he says taking your hand. “I was really scared that this break was going to make us realize that we shouldn’t be together anymore, but it really showed me that we belong together. I think maybe we just tried to be with each other too soon. I mean we went from seeing each other every few weeks or months to practically 24/7 for months. I think if we just ease into this it will be better.” he says.
“So what you’re saying is, is no more sleepovers?” You pout.
“I never said that.” he smirks pulling you into his lap. “There will still be sleepovers, just maybe not every night.” He says.
“I can live with that.” you smirk.
“Good.” He smiles. “Now, do you have any plans for tonight?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” You say.
“How’s a makeup sleepover sound?” He smirks.
“Amazing.” You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He smirks leaning into kiss you before wrapping his arms around you and carrying you to the bedroom.