oh but yeah i am actually watching that movie it's on netflix

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!


Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby you..you’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

riverdalewritings  asked:

Number 44 with Jughead and reader!

FOOTBALL GAME? IS that the one where they hit the big, orange ball with the bat?” Your boyfriend is a mass of sharp angles and jutting bones atop your floral-patterned bedding. From the outsider’s vantage, one would say he emanates an air of discomfort—beanie still crowning his head, ragged leather jacket blanketing his shoulders, even his feet remain tucked inside his worn boots—but, to your knowledge, this is his highest state of relaxation. Iron rods have materialized from a decade and a half of misery, guarding his gelid heart, and shielding him from curious outsiders. He says there’s something special about you; you think that’s how you managed to slip through the gates.

“You’re funny.”

“You’re cute.” The reflection of a boy in your vanity mirror winks. Involuntarily do your lips ascend into a pillowy crescent. “But seriously, it’s not my scene.” And then aforementioned lips descend.

Steely optics seek out his tangible form, goading you into pivoting on the balls of your feet. “What does that mean?”

His brows graze his hairline in a terse, first meeting. “It’s not my scene? It’s not my thing? I don’t do school events?” The questionable lilt that punctuates every last statement plucks on your frangible nerves. Of course Jughead doesn’t like school events, one glimpse of him is all the confirmation necessary, but he does like you, and you like school events—a message you attempt to convey with your facial ticks.

He isn’t comprehending.

“O-kay? And I don’t do Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, but do I not sit with you at Pop’s every night, going through evidence I don’t give a damn about to help you write your novel?” Baby pink nails cut into a curling palm, and—

—Oh, he’s getting it now.

Jughead tucks pallid digits underneath his cap, massaging the skin usually hidden underneath. “That’s different, Y/N.”

“How so?” you persist.

“Uh, I dunno, ‘cause my shit actually has a purpose?”

It’s not raining, but the cold seeps into your uniform and laces through your bones.

“As opposed to cheerleading, right? That’s what you’re trying to say? The River Vixens’ only purpose is to raise tents in pants?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call that a purpose since it’s a considerably easy feat,” he murmurs through clenched teeth and stiffened jaw. Your spine straightens—an aftershock of, well, shock. You’d find it comedic how his gaze enlarges, his sardonic bite and exactly who was being subjected to it dawning on his cognition, if anger wasn’t coiling around the mass of your stomach. Jughead displays both palms in a bid of surrender. “That came out wrong.”

“There’s a right way for something like that to come out?”

“Y/N.”

Now, you lift a hand. Your boyfriend’s focal point snags on the half-moon indents that desecrate your palm. “No. No.” The wear and tear of six months spent with a boy who isn’t as immersed in your interests as you his finally laps over you. He can’t attend one game, not one for you. “I’m good at cheer. I’m really good.”

The raven-locked boy lopes long legs over the edge of the bed, sitting from his previous lackadaisical position. “I know that.”

“How could you? From mandatory pep rallies? You bring your laptop to those, Jughead.”

He doesn’t disregard this fact, opting to offer a soft “I stop typing when you perform.” He thinks it’s a compromise; you think it’s a cop out.

You swing (literally, swing) into action and your bedroom’s threshold is the end-goal. Jughead tosses himself off the mattress, thrusting himself in front of your mobile form and nearly skittering into the doorframe. Dexterous digits curl around your shoulders, though you think the gesture’s done more for his balance than to immobilize you.

“I’m shit with words,” he begins.

“No, you’re great with words.” Thin lips quirk, and you wish he wasn’t so damn cute. “You’re just a shit boyfriend.” You utilize the loosening of his grip to your advantage, shrugging his hands and his touch and him away from you. “Look, I don’t wanna look like a fool anymore than you do. So here’s your chance, Jug, tell me. Tell me you’re not interested in me anymore. Tell me the reason why I’m giving you my all and you’re giving me half is because you’re sick of me. Tell me, Jughead. Be honest with yourself, be honest with me!”

A beat of silence.

And then two.

“Not interested in you anymore?” he half-echoes, half-sputters. Incredulity paints his sharp features. From knitted brows above cerulean irises down to slightly agape pink pout, Jughead’s disbelief is like a grass stain on white shorts. Unbelievably stubborn and not going anywhere. “Y/N, I am so interested in you it’s sickening. Literally. You make my stomach hurt.” (You hate that a chuckle rumbles from your chest. Jughead grins.) “Honestly, I thought you were into the whole Jason Blossom mystery thing. You love Criminal Minds.”

“It’s not scary when it’s on TV.”

He visibly softens at this, back winding into its comfortable slouch. “No, it’s not. And I’m sorry I never asked you how you felt.”

So you’re not sick of me?

Your gaze follows the swing of his head. “I am the farthest thing from sick of you. You make me sick” —Jughead catches your hand before it could make playful contact with his shoulder “—but I’m not sick of you, no.” He swipes his thumb across the skin pulled taunt against your knuckles. “If anything, I’m a little in love with you.”

This confession, subtle but heavy, sinks its claws into your disposition, altering your expression sans consent. You aren’t aware you’re wearing your perturbation as well as you are your uniform until Jughead says:

“Gee, baby, I hope that’s your ‘I love you, too’ face.”

So he did say the l-word.

“No. No, of course, I just–I never thought you would say it first. Is that–? That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t mean shit unless I start showing you. So from now on whatever you’re into, I’m into. You like cheer, I like cheer. You like watching bad Netflix movies at 2 in the morning, so do I. You like Reggie Mantle, I–well, I don’t have to like everything you like, do I?” The tip of his nose crinkles in jocular distaste. Your own laugh of euphoria rings in your ears.

“Juggie, you mushball.”

Fort Night

Josh crouched over, finishing up building a pretty impressive looking pillow fort. It hadn’t been his first time making one, but he had never put so much effort into making one before. Standing back up straight, he took a small step back to scan over the fort. It looked like it could have withstood a major earthquake and was decorated with cute stuffed animals. His eyes quickly checked the cat clock on his wall, 5:37 PM. He still had time to take a shower if he hurried.
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Slipping into a loose tie-dye shirt and shorts, Joshua skipped over to his kitchen where he pulled out a jar of Nutella. His eyes scanned the pantry, his hair was still dripping wet, the small pitter patter of water drops falling onto his tiled floor made him anxious for the night to come. Before he could close the red pantry door, he heard knocking on his apartment door. Not expecting this, he jolted slightly in surprise before rushing over to the door.

Swinging the door open, he was greeted by a boy in a red shirt and a black visor. “Hello!” He held a bag in his arms that contained the pizza Josh had ordered earlier. Without saying a word, Josh pulled out his wallet. It was completely covered in pictures of kittens, Tyler got him it on his 27th birthday. It was a cute scene. At exactly 12 AM Tyler shoved a little box into Josh’s chest. The box had Christmas gift wrapping around it, and a bow that was bigger than the box itself. It was typical for Tyler to do silly things like that, especially for birthdays. Pulling out a wrinkled up twenty dollar bill, Josh handed it to the boy quickly. “Thanks man!” He exclaimed, handing a box of lukewarm pizza over to the drummer. Before Josh could say anything back, the kid rushed away down the hall.

Setting the box down on his counter, Josh opened up his stainless steel fridge and retrieved a clear plastic container filled with cut up fruit that he had bought at the store. Taking all of the food in his arms, he carefully laid out everything in the fort, along with two spoons for the Nutella and his laptop for movies. A few days prior, Tyler brought up the idea of having a movie night. It wasn’t considered a date, neither of them had ever believed that they could ever make a move. But, Josh was definitely considering it a date. He had a good feeling about that night. Once he finished making the fort and all of its contents inside, he heard faint knocking on his door. Taking a deep breath in, Josh readied himself for the night. As he strided over to the door, he fluffed his almost fully dry hair, trying to make himself presentable. His hand clutched onto the ice cold doorknob and he slowly opened up the door.

“Hey man!” Tyler exclaimed, walking into the apartment right away. “I was looking through Netflix before I came over and….” Josh wasn’t listening to a single thing his friend was yapping about. His heartbeat was drumming in his ears as he checked out Tyler. Slowly closing the door after his friend, he smiled nervously and nodded. “So, what movies were you thinking about?” His bandmate asked as he made his way to the living room where the pillow fort stood.

“Clueless,” Josh said with a quiet chuckle. His friend busted out into a fit of giggles. Tyler absolutely loved that movie, Joshua knew that was a fact. “It’s funny and cute and the best,” He added, walking over to the pillow fort. “Do you like the sick layout?” The drummer grinned widely.

“Sick as frick,” he answered without any hesitation. Dropping down to his hands and knees, Tyler crawled into the fort and laid on his stomach. Josh followed Tyler quickly, getting into the fort and laying down right beside his friend. “Pizza, Nutella, and fruit?” The taller male asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

‘Oh god what a terrible idea,’ Josh thought to himself. He felt like a complete idiot for not actually making dinner. The pink haired male honestly thought that making dinner would be pushing it. It would have made things feel too much like a date. “Erm, yeah,” he stuttered, pursing his lips out in frustration with himself.

“This is perfect,” Tyler insisted, opening up the box of pizza and retrieving a piece of pizza that was way beyond cold. “I love cold pizza,” he teasingly pushed Josh and looked over at his friend with reassuring eyes.

“Heh, thanks man,” He sighed in relief, opening up his laptop and launching Netflix. After a short bit of loading, the 90’s chick flick started to play and Tyler quickly zoned out, completely lost in the film. Josh wanted to watch the movie too, but he was so distracted by the fact that Tyler was beside him, in a pillow fort, in dim lighting, while watching a romcom. He couldn’t concentrate on the film, the scent of Tyler was enough to get him completely high. Every time Tyler would laugh at a crappy punch line, Josh would examine his face. The dimples that formed on his cheeks, the lines that cutely creased his cheeks, his eyes would squint almost to the point where they looked closed. All of this detail, it gave Josh butterflies. He was so infatuated with his friend and he didn’t know what to do about it. They had been friends for so long and he didn’t want to ruin it by making a move.

Halfway through the movie, Tyler opened up the jar of Nutella and grabbed one of the spoons. Although he loved Clueless, he couldn’t pay much attention to the film. He knew Josh was staring at him. It wasn’t very awkward, he loved feeling his eyes all over him, but it made things feel tense. Gripping onto the cold spoon, he took a big scoop of Nutella and turned slightly so he was facing Joshua. “Open up,” he commanded with his dopey smile.

“Oh my god,” Josh giggled, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Tyler carefully placed the spoon in his friend’s mouth. He loved feeding Josh like this, it made him feel like they were a couple. “No homo,” he cackled. Josh quickly followed after, feeding his friend Nutella too. After a few bites, Tyler thought it would be funny to put some of the chocolate spread on his friend’s nose.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, cleaning off his nose with a finger and licking it off carefully. He couldn’t manage to make a stern face at the singer when he was cracking up over the scene. Without any hesitation, Josh took a spoonful and spread it all over Tyler’s mouth. “Hah!” He said victoriously.

“Oh my gosh,” Tyler’s jaw dropped in disbelief that his friend really did that. He shot Josh a glare before laughing. He tried his hardest to lick off the dense chocolate on his lips, but it quickly became a challenge when Josh was practically in tears, struggling to tell Tyler how he looked great with a goatee. “Help me dammit,” he demanded with a big smile. Josh scooted over to Tyler, his eyes carefully shot at his lips and then into his deep brown eyes.

“Sure pal,” he smirked and started to wipe the Nutella off with his thumb and licking it afterwards. Seeing Josh lick his thumb slowly was driving Tyler crazy. His tongue looked so soft and gentle.

“N-not like that!” He exclaimed, dipping his fingers into the jar before smearing it all over Josh’s mouth. “Like this,” Tyler started to kiss the Nutella off of the sides of Josh’s mouth. His tongue gently ran across the drummer’s lips, cleaning up the Nutella that was caked on him. Josh wasn’t sure how to react, he stayed dead still, terrified to make a move. “Aren’t you going to help me?” Tyler asked in a pushy time.

“I- uh-” Josh followed along, carefully kissing the chocolate off his lips. Soon enough, the chocolate was gone, and Tyler was still kissing his friend. His eyes were closed at this point, he had no reason to be looking at his lips when he knew the Nutella was gone. The kisses were short and quick at first, but as Josh warmed up, they became longer. Their lips started to open and tongues slipped out, dancing together. Tyler pushed Josh onto his back carefully. Their lips had disconnected as Tyler climbed on top of his friend.

“No homo,” he whispered and giggled before lunging his head down. His soft lips started to nip at the drummer’s neck. This had sent chills down Josh’s whole body, he took in a sharp breath when he felt the boy’s teeth graze against his skin softly. The movie was still playing in the background, but Josh honestly couldn’t care less. Tyler was straddled on top of him, giving him small hickeys all over his neck. His lips moved up to behind his ear, “I want you,” he whispered, hands slowly moving down the drummer’s chest. His heart was racing a hundred miles per hour, he was sure that Tyler felt it when he stroked his chest. Josh’s unsure hands tried to grab onto Tyler’s belt but was quickly swatted away. “Not so fast,” the brown haired male purred.

Arms moving up, Tyler took off Josh’s tie-dye shirt slowly. His head dove back down, tracing small kisses from his chest to his abdomen to his belly button. The drummer’s head was slowly becoming fogged the lower Tyler kissed. His hands gripped Josh’s pants. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper. After a short struggle, Tyler yanked the pink haired boy’s pants down. A wide smile grew on his face when he saw that Josh was wearing iconic smiley face boxers. “Cute,” he chuckled before groping his friend.

“F-fuck,” Josh whimpered, he hadn’t been touched like that in a long time. Looking down at Tyler, he slowly propped himself up with his elbows.

“You like that?” Tyler hummed, pulling down the smiley face boxers. “You’re hard and I haven’t even started yet,” he grinned widely. He slowly started to stroke Josh, locking eyes with him. He loved the facial expressions he made when he touched him. The drummer’s eyes fluttered closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his body twitched under Tyler’s grasp. His head tilted back as his friend stroked faster. His stomach tightened as he tried to control his breathing. Soon enough, Tyler stopped, pulling off Josh’s pants and boxers off completely. The pink haired male whined when he felt the tanned boy stop. “Oh hush..” Tyler cooed gently before continuing, “You’re gonna get more than that.” He assured his friend.

Licking his fingers, Tyler slowly inserted his index finger into Josh’s entrance. He didn’t move an inch, not wanting to hurt his friend. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move,” he whispered.

Josh was as stiff as a board, he had never had a finger up his ass before. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at first, but after a few moments he got used to it. Nodding slowly, he gave the word to Tyler. “O-okay. You can move.” He said, feeling his muscles loosen up before tightening again when he felt Tyler slowly push his finger in and out. After a short period of time, Josh’s whimpers became moans. He added a second finger, scissoring his fingers in his friend to prepare him for what was coming next. He was getting used to this feeling, it started to feel amazing. Soft moans escaped from his lips as precum leaked onto his own stomach.

Tyler retracted his fingers, wiping them onto Josh’s discarded shirt quickly. “Do you want this?” He asked, hands on his belt.

“Y-yes. Fuck Tyler please don’t stall.” Josh cursed. Nothing was cuter than seeing Josh all flustered and cursing underneath Tyler. He loved how red his cheeks were. Nodding slowly, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and zipped his pants, and slid them off. Josh sat up, practically tearing his friend’s shirt off. Tyler smirked, finally taking off his boxers. The two sat in the pillow fort for a few seconds. Josh felt like it was forbidden to see his friend completely nude and… Well, erect. Before he could whine some more, Tyler gripped Josh’s neck and pulled him into a rough kiss.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded through is teeth. His eyes scanned Josh’s carefully as Josh spit out,

“F-F-fuck… I w-ant you.” He choked out and closed his eyes. Tyler could hardly wait himself, letting go of his friend’s neck, he looked down at Josh’s stomach. He clenched his jaw, spitting on his friend’s ass before thrusting into him slowly. “F-” The drummer couldn’t speak at this point. Consonants were the most he could blabber out.

Tyler’s rhythmic thrusts went along with Josh’s whines. He leaned down, kissing his friend to shut him up. Hips bucking along with Tyler’s thrusts, he couldn’t even open his eyes. He wanted more. Moving up, Tyler dug his fingers into the male’s hips, pulling him up and forcing him to go deeper into him. Their hips crashed together like waves in the ocean during a storm. Their breaths drowned out the movie. As each minute passed, Tyler’s went faster and harder. Josh wasn’t sure how much longer he could last if Tyler was going to keep up the pace. “I-I’m,” he moaned loudly, biting his lip, almost breaking his skin.

“Don’t,” Tyler growled, gripping his friend’s neck tightly and pushed up. His hand pressed against Josh’s windpipe. His eyes rolled back as he tried to gasp for air. “Don’t cum until I tell you.” The drummer’s hands moved up, finger’s intertwined in Tyler’s fluffy hair. Small beads of sweat dotted along his forehead as he struggled to keep going. The singer’s free hand moved down and began stroking the male underneath him.

All of this was too much. The pressure built up until he reached his breaking point. Josh let out a gentle cry as he came. His back arched and toes curled, throwing his head back, he shook uncontrollably underneath Tyler. “Fuck.” Joseph whispered harshly under his breath and between his grunts. The pillow fort that was thought to withstand an earthquake came toppling down. Seeing his friend so flustered set him off, eyelids fluttering shut, he came and hunched over Josh. Both panting together, Tyler managed a smile and stuttered “No homo,”

“Totally homo dude, totally homo,” Josh replied, sitting up and pulling the male on top of him into a gentle kiss. Tyler smiled softly into the kiss, pulling out of Josh he sat down beside his friend. His fingertips slowly traced the tree on the drummer’s sleeve. “How long have you been wanting to do that?” Josh asked, finally able to breathe normally.

“A long time.”

“Cool.”

“I love you man.” Tyler admitted. “And I don’t mean having sex with you has made me love you. I’ve-”

“I know.” Josh interrupted his friend. “I love you too. Can we just sleep in my bed together tonight?”

2

Relationship Status (A Matty Healy Imagine)

Authors Note: I can’t do exact age because I want this story to appertain to as many people as possible. But I hope “high school” will do. x

Just got in town x – Matty

Lemme kno what you’re up to // - Matty

First text from Matty in two weeks. You haven’t really spoken to him on the phone either. He doesn’t text you much but when he does it’s normally when he’s getting close to your city or even when he’s been there a few days and wants to meet up before he leaves. You guys aren’t really very good at communication, but why should you be? There’s no label on your relationship. You would think you’re just friends with benefits, except every once in an awhile you have talks deeper than any other conversation you’ve had with anyone else. And Matty gets pissed when he sees you with other guys, and guilts you by saying he never sees any other girls. Although you’re not sure if that’s the truth. He can be really insensitive, and maybe it’s because he’s a guy. You’d think he’s embarrassed of you with how secretive your relationship is. Maybe its because you’re still in high school. Ha, that’s probably it. No one except your close friend, Liz knows. In high school you’re not really popular, and I doubt anyone would guess you’re hooking up with the lead singer of the 1975. I don’t think anyone besides his band mates know either. He says it could ruin him if the public heard about us and he’s constantly worried about his brother finding out. Your “dates” are always in the privacy of his apartment, or in the bathroom stalls of the venues he’s playing at. Sometimes he takes you to clubs, where no one knows how young you are. Those are fun. He’s never been to your house, probably for fear of your parents. You pick up your phone and reply.

How long? – Y/N

Three days, we have a show tonight – Matty

… come?  – Matty

I’ll try, what time? – Y/N

8:00. – Matty

Kk, I’ll see you tonight.. – Y/N

Wait… it’s fucking sold out – Y/N

I have two tickets reserved; you just need to tell them your name. We can hang out after if you want // – Matty

I want. Can’t wait ;) – Y/N

Honestly, I’m so excited to see him, I just wonder if he’s missed me? You work on homework until it’s time to get ready for the concert. You and your friend Liz arrive and the crowd is wild. Almost everyone is dressed in black, wow. You might be a few minutes late, and you and Liz rush inside and get as close to the front has possible. He’s singing M.O.N.E.Y. and you and Liz start dancing. You catch a glimpse of his eye and he smiles briefly at you before turning back to the crowd.

“Is it those brief smiles and winks he does that keep you from leaving?” Liz says with a sassy smirk.

“Sometimes, yeah. I wonder what keeps him?” You say as you stare at him on stage. He’s magical, every move he makes is in beat with the music and he smiling so big and looks so happy. Seeing him like this, dancing drunk, happy and a little high, made you fall for him undeniably.

Matty announces that Me is the last song they’ll be playing tonight. Everyone quietly whines but the song starts and everyone is silent. Matty grabs a half-empty bottle of wine and sits down on the stage. There’s a 1.5-foot barrier between him the fans and the girls are going crazy trying to grab at him and his hair. He smiles and holds some of their hands during the long instrumental segments of the song. He even grabs someone’s phone and takes some videos/pictures from stage on it. He’s sweet to his fans. He goes back to singing and…

I hurt your brother as well

Don’t you mind

Oh I was thinkin bout killing myself

Don’t you mind

I love you

And he’s looking and pointing at you. And staring at you. And your face must be really funny because he giggles quietly and looks back the crowd.

“Woah. The L-bomb… And that was a bomb.” Liz says smiling at you.

“It’s just the lyrics.” I say, denying anything and everything she’s thinking.

“Yeah, and he literally pointed at you when you said it, so…”

“Shut up”

“Okay then”

Now I’m actually afraid to see Matty after the concert.

“You’re gonna be fine. He was just being drunk and stupid. Have fun tonight” Liz says and she kisses me on the cheek and leaves. Oh boy. You head backstage and Matty is sitting on an amp, smoking a joint. It takes a couple seconds for him to realize you’re here and when he sees you he smiles big and stares at you long enough to make you feel slightly insecure,

“Hey” You tell him and he stands up and hugs you. It feels good to have his arms around you tight, with your head on his chest, his heart beating fast, actually.

“Hey”, he says softly, in a purry voice. You both stand there hugging for longer than normal. He clears his throat and pulls back. “Did you have fun tonight? Glad you came” He smiles.

“Yeah, you guys did great. I can tell you love it up there” I used the word love. Shit, I hope he didn’t notice. This is awkward. As if he can read your thoughts, he clears his throat again and its like he can’t look into your eyes anymore.

“So, I think I’m gonna go out with the guys tonight. Do you have a ride home?” And ouch. Okay. He looks like he couldn’t be less interested in me.

“No, I mean Liz left awhile ago”. Why doesn’t he want to go out anymore?

“Here’s some money for a cab? I’m gonna be here awhile longer.” He hands you a twenty-dollar bill and walks off slowly, still smoking. What the hell? He’s the one who asked if I wanted hang out later and he’s the one who did the whole l-word stunt. Whatever, screw him. I go home and sleep hard. The next day I wake up and Matty hasn’t called or texted me. I wonder if he’ll spend his last two days here without seeing me? I decide to text Liz..

I’m bored. Whatchu gon do bout it?? xx – Y/N. Its only takes a minute and..

Ouija? – Liz

Ouija. – Y/N

You both are the only one in the theatre so Liz talks without caring. It kinda ruins the mood of the horror movie when she’s talking about shit like her latest celebrity crush.

“So where’s Matty?”

“You mean douche-bag?” You look at her smirking.

“Sure.” She laughs. “What happened?”

“Ever since he kinda dropped the l-word last night he’s been acting stand-offish and he ditched me last night. He literally left me at the venue.”

“Ouch”

“Oh, but he paid for my taxi!” I say with a sarcastic sweetness and Liz laughs. He’s just mean. He pulls random shit like this all the time. You guys have an amazing few days together and then he treats you like you’re nothing to him. And yeah, you like him. A lot. But you try really hard not to act like it too much. It’s like you’re walking on eggshells and he’ll crack if you act too girlfriendish at the wrong times. And you get mad, and you leave him. But he always gets you back. You can’t let him go. You remember the first night you gave him everything, and you laid there, completely exposed in his arms. He sang you to sleep until his voice became a small whisper, and then it became silent. Does that mean nothing to him?

You say goodbye as Liz drops you off; you both went shopping and it was close to eleven at night when you went inside. You try to fall asleep but it’s killing you knowing that Matty hasn’t contacted you and he’s leaving tomorrow. You think back to last time he was up you guys sat talking on his couch for three hours and it felt like 10 minutes. He told you about traveling the world, and crazy fans, and his relationship with his mom and trying to keep his brother Louis out of trouble. And after that he kissed you. Which definitely isn’t the most you both have done, physically. You’ve hooked up a lot, but this kiss wasn’t out of lust; it was something else.

It’s Sunday and your parents have gone a few hours away to visit your grandparents. You told them you weren’t feeling well, but truth be told, you’re ditching them for Netflix. You’re watching How I Met Your Mother when you hear a knock at the door. You walk to the door and after opening it, realize Matty’s standing there, looking hungover as fuck. He’s wearing black skinny jeans (surprise, surprise) and a white button up shirt, which isn’t buttoned up at all. God, I love his tattoos. And now you’re staring at his bare chest. Stop staring, damn it.

“Hi” he says with squinty eyes, wincing because he probably drank way too much last night.

“Matty, what are you-”, and he’s squeezes past me and walks into my living room. “What if my parents were home? You would be dead right now.”

“I guess I’d just have to explain some things to them.” he says as he sits down on my sofa and puts his feet up.

“Explain what?” you say just standing and looking down at him, trying hard to look pissed. You are pissed, you’re just trying extra hard.

“Explain that I think I’m officially in a relationship with their daughter.” He smiles and winks at you. Holy, what?

“If only that were true, Matty. All we do is act like we are, and then act like we aren’t, and the repeat. All in secret of course.” Matty grabs your hands and gently pulls you down so you’re sitting down right next to him, facing him.

“Listen, I’ve been a dick to you and I’m sorry, love. I’ve been in denial about you and I for a while, and I’ve decided I’m done with it. I want you and I to be official. We’re good together and we get along so well. And you handled all the shit I put you through. So I think you’ll be okay.” He says and smiles sassily at me.

“Oh, so this whole thing was a test to see if I’d make a good girlfriend?” And I’m smiling back, because he’s adorable.

“I wish I was that smart. But I am sorry, forgive me, love?”

I smile again and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re fucking terrible at apologies. Stick to writing songs, kay bud?”

His hands are at my hips and he pulls me onto his lap.

“And kissing, I’m good at kissing.” He says softly while staring at my lips And he pulls me by my waist even closer, and I get the point. I press my lips to his and my hands explore his curly locks. I open my lips further and his tongue moves in soft circles on my lips, every once in a while touching mine. We’re breathing heavy and my hands slide up his chest, removing his shirt that was never buttoned. His hands leave my hips and slide under the back of my shirt. His hands are warm, and oh my god this feels amazing. He pulls away and looks at my face, breathing heavily he smiles at me.

“You’re so beautiful.” I smile and blush a little. “Really though, you’re fucking stunning, babe.” I blush a little more and place a finger over his soft lips and try to shh him, but he moves them away.

“No, I mean it, I don’t think I’ve told you that before. I guess I just assumed you knew.” He stares at me more and I start to say something, but we hear his phone go off and he goes to ignore it, but I tell him to answer. It could be important. He picks it up.

“Hello? Hey.” He’s quiet for a second and his smile fades and he says okay and hangs up. He looks up at me and places his hand on my cheek.

“Babe, I have to go.” He frowns and I frown.

“It’s okay, we’ll see each other soon, and there’s still Skype, babe.” He smiles and he gets a bit more serious.

“I’m going to make more time for you from now on, and I’m to warn you as soon as I know I’m anywhere close to you. Don’t find another boyfriend, kay?” I laugh

“Don’t find another girlfriend, kay?”

“Deal.”

And he grabs my waist and kisses me hard one last time before walking out the door. And he’s gone. I’m sad, slightly, but I know that I’ll see him and talk to him more. Things are a lot different now.

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 I had some trouble finishing that one, but I think it went okay? Third imagine: DONE! Keep requesting; I’m doing them chronologically and I have a bit of a waiting list going already, but send them anyways. I’m doing ALL of them. 

Love you guys. x

Surrender: Part Seven

Summary: As a flight attendant, you’d traveled all over the world. You’d never thought you could meet someone who could take you somewhere you hadn’t already been.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Natasha, Steve, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson [more to be added]

Warnings: [all tags are eventual and not just for this part] smut, angst, fluff, violence, cursing, possible death, possible murder, crime, idfk… reader beware.

Word Count: 800ish

A/N: Ok, so this part was supposed to be posted yesterday but I had it scheduled for next Tuesday (smdh). Is anyone still interested in this story? lol I feel like I’m dragging it out too long. LMK what you think. 

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PART 6


“He was nice, friendly, even.”

“So, he didn’t threaten you in any way?”

“Nope. He even bought me a drink. Paid for it with a credit card and all.”

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Idk Sleepover? (Patrick Stump Fluff)


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Requested? ~ Yes (anon)

Word count ~ 1,420

Scenario ~ Patrick (your best friend) admits his love for you (aw)

A/N: REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN <3 ILYSM GUYS YAY ^-^ <3

 

“No! You’re still just as cute.” Patrick laughed and playfully hit your arm.

You were both looking at pictures from when you two had first met. You had only been five.

“Yeah, right.” You smiled, blushing. Patrick was cute. Like, super cute. He was playing in the sand at the beach. You were splashing in the water.

The two of you had met through your mothers. They had been friends since they were both in high school.

“Look at how scared you were!” You pointed at Patrick’s face in the picture. The waves had overwhelmed him and he was crying.

His ears turned pink, “Oh, I was not.”

“You totally were!” You smiled and flipped to the next page in the album.

Patrick looked uneasy about something.

“’Trick? Is something up?” You turned to face him.

“Hmm?” he looked up, “Oh, no, no, I’m fine.”

You didn’t believe him.

“Hey, listen Y/N, I’ve gotta go. What’re you doing later tonight?”
You blinked. He’d never just walked out like this.

“Uh… Nothing. I was planning to just hang out with you. You’re kind of my only friend. But, if you’re busy, I get it.”

He smirked, “Why don’t you pack an overnight bag and I’ll be here at six to pick you up.”

“Overnight bag?” You raised an eyebrow.

He smiled, “Yeah. Don’t overthink it.”

He stood up and you walked him out, giving him a hug before he got into his car.

“Goodbye, Pat.” You said to yourself and waved from your porch.

A cool wind blew your hair around and you shivered, pulling your cardigan over your body and crossing your arms.

You walked into the house. It was warmer in here than outside, but still a little cool.

You made a cup of hot chocolate and went upstairs to your room to pack your bag.

“What would he be planning anyways?” You questioned. You could picture his cute little smile. His laugh was round and full. He was always happy when it was just you and him. You’d only ever seen him angry when Pete messes with him, but he could never stay mad at him. Pete was his best friend.

Bzz bzz

New text.

It was from Pete.

Speak of the devil

<Hey shorty>

You smiled at the nickname he’d chosen.

<Hey, Pete>

You replied.

<You with Pat tonight?>

The question was almost rhetorical.

<Yeah (like always)>

 You smiled and pressed send.

<Figures.>

You laughed at Pete.

Tossing your phone onto your bed, you made a mental checklist. How can you pack if you don’t know where you’re going?

 

You finished packing and decided to watch Netflix until Patrick showed.

 

Knock knock

 

You got up to open the door. Patrick looked hot. You could tell he had showered and spent plenty of time perfecting himself. Honestly, he didn’t need much. He was perfect anyways.

You realized you had been staring at him for a little too long when he blushed and shoved his fists in his pockets.

You blinked and closed your mouth. “H-Hi.”

He blushed a darker shade and replied, “Hey. Are you ready?”

“Am I… Oh, oh yeah, I’m ready. Come in.” You stepped aside and motioned for Patrick to step inside.

You walked over to get your bags, but Patrick grabbed your arm with a warm smile, “Here let me.”

Now it was your turn to blush, “Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He tossed the bag’s strap over his shoulder and offered you an arm. “Do you have everything?”

You happily took it, “Yeah, I think so.”

He walked you to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you. You blushed again. “Thank you.”

He smiled and closed your door for you, jogging to the bag to put your bag in.

He got into the driver’s side and pulled out of your driveway.

“So…” You began, “Where are we going?” You smiled.

He chortled, “My place, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? That’s new.”

He laughed and focused on getting the two of you safely to his house.

Pulling up to his driveway, he insisted on getting your door for you again.

 

His living room was tidy. Like, super organized and perfect.

“Wow, Patrick. Your house is… beautiful.” He had an impeccable taste in décor.

He laughed, “Thanks.”

“What’re we even doing here? Are we going to have a sleepover?”

“Yeah! I have hella snacks in the kitchen and we can watch whatever movies we want!”

“Okay, well, first of all, I’m never going to let you live down the fact that you just said hella, but a sleepover sounds wonderful!”

 

The both of you spent the night watching movies and playing games.

You were on the couch, super groggy. “Patrick?” yyou said, yawning.

“Hmmmm?” he hummed from the floor.

“You’re my best friend.”

 

The next morning, you woke up on Patrick’s couch.

“’Trick?” You called.

“I’m in the kitchen!” He called back.

You rubbed your eyes sleepily and stretched. His house smelled wonderful. Bacon, eggs and coffe swirled around in the air. Yum.

Patrick had showered and had been making breakfast.

“Aww, you’re adorable.” He smiled when you entered the kitchen.

Adorable? You thought. Your hair was tangled and wavy and you had just woken up. How is that adorable?

You laughed and thanked him. “What’ve you been doing up?”
“Well, this morning while you were being a slumbering little bug on the couch, I decided it would be nice to do something for a really cute someone.”

You blushed and looked away. “Thank you. That’s so sweet.”

He smiled, “Breakfast?”

“Absolutely! It smells wonderful.”

You ate together at his little island table. He had a vase of fresh flowers in the middle.

“Patrick, how did you come to be so nice all the time?” You asked, helping take the dishes into the kitchen.

He shrugged. “I spent a lot of time with my mom when I was younger. She had always said to me, ‘Girls are like delicate flowers. They’ve more than likely had guys stomp on them and pick them to give away to other people their whole life. You should strive to be the one that comes along and waters them so they can grow’.”

You smiled at him. His eyes were like blue, shiny marbles and they contrasted perfectly with his light completion.

“That’s beautiful, Patrick.” You smiled dreamily.

He looked like he was thinking something over for a second.

And then he swiftly placed his hands on your hips and kissed your lips softly.

You were taken aback. Is this even happening? I hope so.

He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

Stumbling backward he stuttered, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Patrick, its okay.” You smiled, grabbing his arms to steady him.
You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, but he pulled away.

“I’m sorry, its just that I need to say something.” He looked upset.

“Yesterday? When you thought something was wrong? I was just worried you didn’t feel the same about me as I do about you. I’ve loved you ever since seventh grade. I don’t even have the amount of time left in my life to describe why, its just everything about you is so wonderful. I-“

“Patrick, stop.” You smiled. “I’ve loved you since I was five. I just thought you wouldn’t have time for me. I just assumed it… wasn’t your cup of tea, being in a relationship and all.”

“You know what is my cup of tea?”

“Hmm?”

“You.”

You rolled your eyes, “Patrick, you’re such a cheeseball.”

He smiled, “Can I be your cheeseball?” He made a pouty face.

You shook your head, “Of course.”

The two of you spent the day watching movies and laughing about pointless things.

 

Around two thirty, there was a knock of Patrick’s door.

“Can I get it?” You asked.

He smiled, “Sure.”
Pete and Meagan were at Patrick’s door.

“Whoahhh! SHORTY!” Pete jumped up and tackled you. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING HERE!? ARE YOU AND PATRICK A THING??!” He helped you up and continued to wrestle with you.

Patrick laughed and stood up. “What’re you guys up to? Come in!”

Meagan stepped inside and laughed, rolling her eyes. “Cool it, Pete. I doubt they’re a ‘thing’.”

“Actually….” Patrick smiled, looking over at you. You smiled back.

The four of you decided to have dinner together. You spent the day with your best friends (and boyfriend). ;)

A name

Originally posted by tom-hollland

Have no idea what the should be so….😐

Tom holland x reader

Note: this is written weird because I wrote this for my Instagram page. 

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You woke…. Late from a text you got from Tom, your best friend and main lead of the movie you were co-starring in, spiderman homecoming.
“Y/n you’re late again. get up or i was will give up making excuses for you,” you Read from your phone. You smiled as you read the text for you loved when Tom and you talked even if he was upset with something. You ignored your text and stayed under your warm covers until you heard a knock on the door. Rolling your eyes you pulled off your covers and crawled out and towards to the door but right before your hand touched the handle you heard a sound from outside your door.
“Tom open it already! You know Jon is going to kill you AND (y/n) if you don’t arrive on set soon,” you smiled. It was Tom and Harrison.
“Fine Haz whatever!,” Tom firmly grasped the handle. You let out a little yelp and fell backwards onto the carpet as Tom threw open the door so that it slammed back to the outside of the trailer. Tom face went pale as he hurryed up beside you.
“Oh god (y/n) i am so sorry um ahhh i didn’t mean to do that. Are are you ok,” you nodded and rubbed your head.
“ it’s just well you need to get on set… like now,” Tom stuttered as he quickly helped you up from the ground.
“I’m fine Tom, seriously. I needed something to wake me up anyway,” you said with a smile as placed your hand on Tom’s shoulder. Tom blushed and there was a long silence as the both of you looked longingly into each others eye, Harrison rolled his eyes and smirked at Tom.
“Sorry to interrupt you guys but may I remind you we have a movie to shoot here,” your eyes left tom and turned to Harrison while you removed your hand from Tom’s shoulder.
“Oh yea sorry, be right back just need to change out of my pjs,” you said hastily before running into your room to change into a pair of jeans and a Tshirt. While you were getting changed you could hear a embarrassed tom and a laughing Harrison talking outside your door.
“Tom come on you need to ask her out already. It’s just getting hard to watch now,” you heard Harrison said from outside your bedroom door.
“No i couldn’t Haz! I mean like she is so beautiful and then there is me plain old boring Tom,” you could here harrison snicker as Tom said he was plain because he was very much the opposite of plain.
You opened the door, “ready,” tom asked as you grabbed a smoothie from the fridge in the kitchen.
“Yeah, let’s go before we get in trouble,” you said while Tom held the door for you and you exited the trailer.
Tom really likes me back, you thought to yourself as you turned to Tom and smiled. Tom smiled back and blushed as you led the way onto the crowded set of spiderman homecoming.  
As you made your way onto the set you said goodbye to Harrison and Tom and followed your assicident toward the makeup chair where Zendaya was also getting ready. As you walked your mind continued to drift toward Tom for you have never felt this way about a guy before. Were you in love? You sat down in the seat next to zendaya who was on snapchat.
“So here we are on the set of spiderman homecoming and, oh look who’s here, the one and only (y/n),” you didn’t even notice zendaya for you where still in a state of confusion about if you are in love with tom or not.
“I mean maybe I am…. I have been liking Tom for a while and…” you mumbled to yourself so quietly almost no one could hear you.
Zendaya gave a smirk at the camera and raised her eyebrows,” (y/n) is in love,” Zendaya mouthed at her phone before closing the snap. You looked up from your lap as the makeup artist came walking over.
“Ok (y/n) what is the matter, you have been acting like this for days,” Zendaya asked as a woman beside her brushed powder onto her face.
You turned to Z, “What! No! Nothing’s the matter i….um…..just miss home,” you stuttered as the makeup artists finished with both you a zendaya.
“Yeah..sure honey,” Zendaya smirked and you turned pale. The accident led you and Z toward the dressing room.
“So you like Tom don’t you,” Zendaya asked suddenly getting a bit serious.
You turned to her and looked into her eyes,”I think I might love him Z. But i am not sure, i  mean like i have only known him for a few months and well…. I don’t know…..help?” you gave a weak smile as you entered the dressing stalls and changed into the clothes you would be wearing for the scene you would be shooting.
“I don’t really know how to help (Y/n) but… well you know….. You are his love interest in the movie so you at least get to know is he is a good kisser or not by today,” your face went white and you gulped as the stylists patted down your clothing.
You had completely forgot that today would be the day you would be shooting the scene when Tom’s character and you well kiss.
You have been in other movies before, kissed other boys before, kissed on camera for a movie before, but never have you kissed someone that you possibly love before. Your mind went blank as people hurried around you getting you ready to shoot the scene. This was not really happening not right now, you thought to yourself.  
“We need (y/n) and Tom on stage five,” The director said over the overcome.
Seconds later a golf cart showed up besides you and Zendaya. Z pulled you into the car and the motor started and you started to go towards stage five.
“I am not sure if I am ready for this Z,” you told Zendaya as the both of you road on the cart toward the stage.
“(y/n) you have done this before, I have seen your movies, it’s just another fake .movie kiss. You will be fine, I promise,” Zendaya gave you a smile and patted your back, but it didn’t help. Your heart still fastly raced and head too.
“There you are (y/n) we have been looking all over for you,” Jon said as he grabbed your arm even before the golf cart stopped.
“Good luck (y/n),” Zendaya said as you were pulled away into a crowd of movie workers.
“Sorry Jon I….um… slept in but Tom woke me up,” you explained as you entered the area where the scene would be shot. You glanced over and around the area until your eyes found Tom. he looked so good beside the black eye he was sporting for that scene.
“Ok you know the scene right. Tom and you are talking blah blah blah he leans in you guys kiss end of scene. Easy. You have done scenes like this before haven’t you,” your face stood still.
“(y/n), you awake?”
You snapped out of your phase,“Oh yeah done these things before….lets do it,” you said trying to keep cool.
Jon went to back to your seat behind the camera while his accident led you to where Tom was.
“Ready to do it (y/n),” Tom asked awkwardly as you walked over to him.
“Ready as i’ll ever be i think,”
“Ok ready,” the both nodded “ok… Action!”  
You and Tom walked down the school hallway, ”Sorry about being rejected by Liz and getting beat up but flash….again,” You said to Tom who was holding an icepack to his eye.
“Do you want me to call may or my mom,” you asked as you led peter down a hallway.
“No it’s fine I can walk home….i think,” said as he removed the ice pack from his eye.
“Oh Peter that’s really bad Pete,” you said as you held your hand to his bruised cheek trying to examine it. Peter head relaxed into your hand and the both of you stared into each other’s eyes.
“Peter…” You hushed.
Peter leaned into the space between you (Oh god it’s happening, you thought to yourself). Finally Tom’s lips met yours and it was a moment to remember.
Tom’s arms wrapped around you Whitney sent a Chill down your spine. Suddenly you heard the word “Cut!” from the director. But Tom didn’t stop he continued kiss you and you kissed him back too.
“Guys we said cut,” you broke from the kiss and turned back to the director then back to Tom.
“Was that good,” you smirked at Tom whose eyes were wide and had a big smile on his face.
“Yes! I mean yeah great acting,” you smiled and exited Tom’s arms with a smile.
“Soooooo how was shooting today,” you turned around from your seat from somewhere on the set to find Zendaya hovering over you awaiting the news.
“The best day ever,” you explained as you but your bottom lip and smiled a little.
“Tell me everything,” you laughed and stated to explain.
“So you know it started out normal but well once he leaned in….. Ahhh it was so good…. Like its just… I don’t even have words. Oh and once the director said cut Tom like continued to kiss me so of course I did to but unfortunately the director eventually made stop too soon,” you said happily.
“Then what,” Zendaya asked as she sat in the seat next to you.
“Well then I kinda just walked away with a smile.”
“Didn’t tom do anything,” she asked
“Nah he was just kind of dumbstruck, it’s was actually quite funny,” you giggled a little.
“When is he going to learn not to be a baby about asking someone out,” Z said shaking her head.
“It’s not that bad. He will come around…… I hope.”
“He better or I i’ll teach him a lesson,” you both laughed and headed your separate ways back to each other’s trailers. Once you got back to your trailer you made yourself a snack and settled onto the couch to watch some netflix. As you turned on the television your phone lit up. You sighed and got up from your seat and walked over to the kitchen and grabbed your phone to be happily surprised it was Harrison.
“Hey Harrison what’s up,” you asked.
“So I finally convinced the spider to ask!” Harrison said quickly
“What the hell do you mean!”
“You know what I mean, Tom will finally ask you out so don’t be an ass or anything,” you rolled your eyes.
“Haz you know I like him why would I act like that.”
“I don’t know, but just b-” there was a knock on your door. “Shit that must be him, don’t tell him that I called you.”
“Bye haz,” you ended the phone call and turned to the door. You swiftly walked over to the door and opened it.
“H-hey (y/n), um can I come in I…..have something to tell you,” you smiled.
“Of course Tom, what’s up,” you opened the door and let him in. You bit your bottom lip as your head followed Tom as he entered your trailer.
“So….. Did you just come here to pace in circles,” tom smiled.
“No I just wanted to ask you if maybe…. Umm,” you smirked and tom gave a weak smile. You launched yourself at tom and crashed your lips into his. Tom was shocked by your actions but he still kissed you back as fell backwards onto the couch behind him.
You broke from the kiss now sitting ontop of him, “I was just going to ask if you had any bread but I guess this is better,” tom said with a smile.
“Oh shut up,” you leaned in and kissed him again and Tom wrapped his arms around you. You continued to kiss him until you heard a ring from your back pocket, you ignored the call.
“(Y/n) you should answer it,” tom said I between kisses.
“Ok one sec,” you got up and answers the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, (y/n) it’s Ann (your personal assistant), all of the cast is wanted on set now. Can you get do here like now.”
“Ok I will be down in five,” you said as you turned to tom who was smiling.
“Great… Oh and do you know where Tom is he is not answering his cell,” she asked.
“Um… Yeah he is with me I will bring him with me,” you could hear a snicker from the other end of the call.
“Shut up Haz,” she whispered angrily to Harrison who was with her
“Well I am going to go now so…. Bye,” you hung up the phone and turned to tom.
“We are needed on set,” you said.
“Aww that sucks…. Well since I have you here and we um just made out I will ask the normal question. Do you want to go out with me like on a date,” you smirked at tom and help both of his hands.
“I would love to Tom,” He smiled and leaned in and kissed you.

If You Were A Movie {Kellic Oneshot}

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Literally.

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whip·lash

/ˈ(h)wipˌlaSH/

verb

  1. jerk or jolt (someone or something) suddenly, typically so as to cause injury.

Chapter Five

I hear my phone vibrate against the fabric of the chair and I groan. Another message. Curiosity gets the better of me and even though I’m pissed off I stand up to retrieve the stupid thing and see what else he said.

“What are you up to?”

Such a simple question and it elicits such a surge of annoyance in me that I feel like my head might pop completely off. What am I up to? Well, I’ve just come off a really great date where I felt like I did nothing but think about you. Can’t say that though, can I? But then I have a thought. I wonder if I could possibly make Niall jealous. Would he even care if he knew I’d been out? Hell, honestly, it doesn’t matter to me if he cares or not. I’m going to rub his face in it anyway. So I pick up my phone and type out a quick response. 

“Not much. Just got back in for the evening from a date.”

His response is almost immediate.

“a date?”

I chuckle darkly as I type out something that could only be read as sarcastic.

“Yeah, a date. You know what those are don’t you? Like a guy asks a girl out and they enjoy dinner and conversation.”

I can almost hear the flatness in his tone when he answers.

“I know what a date is Harper.”
“your date couldnt have been that good if you’re back home, alone, and texting me.”

I scoff. This asshole. He thinks he hung the goddamn moon. But two can play this game.

“Who says I’m alone?”

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Title: Something More
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing(s): BokuAka, KuroKen (endgame); KuroAka
Ch. Word Count: 5.3K
Total Word Count: 5.3K
Summary: The one where Bokuto gets a text message from a wrong number only to find that maybe, just maybe, something wrong can lead to something right.
A/N: inspired by that one episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and a convo with @shizuos about my need to have Bo in a box as an apology to Kuroo. also inspired by @meruems-thighs fic and this secondhand serenade song.

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Received From: Unknown
[9:06]: I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight.
[9:06]: Work ran a little late and I had some clients that had gotten… difficult.
[9:07]: How about tomorrow? Maybe I’ll let you give me a massage instead.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:12]: OHOHOHO WAY TO START OFF THE CONVO
[9:12]: that’s too bad
[9:12]: sucky clients suck!

Received From: Unknown
[9:16]: Yeah, well. It’s part of the job.
[9:20]: So… sushi tomorrow? I’m really too tired tonight. I’ll even treat this time.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:28]: not that i dont appreciate the invite
[9:30]: and now im really REALLY craving sushi
[9:31]: but u maybe wanna give me ur name first or?

Received From: Unknown
[9:35]: Wait, who is this?
[9:36]: I dropped my phone and had to get a new one and I could’ve sworn this was the right number.

Sent To: Unknown
[9:39]: oh man thats a bummer!
[9:39]: im BOKUTO btw bokuto koutarou
[9:40]: whoops idk why it capslocks my name
[9:40]: i guess i yell about myself a lot HAHA
[9:41]: nice to meet u! well it will be once u give me ur name :D

Received From: Unknown
[9:45]: Akaashi Keiji. Nice to meet you too, Bokuto-san.

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The First Meet (Part 5) (The Finale Part)

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                You were busy in the kitchen cooking when you heard the front door open. “Hello?” His deep gruff voice called out. “In the kitchen!” you said as your dog began barking and stood up from his bed in the kitchen, running into the living room. This wasn’t the first time Dean had come to your house but it was the first time he’d ever stayed. You finished the potatoes and wiped your hands clean before going into the living room to see Dean bent down petting Tucker, your dog as your cat stared lazily at him from the couch. “Hey” you smiled as he looked up at you. He grinned and stood walking over and kissing you softly. “Hey to you too; what smells so good?” he asked smiling at you. “Oh uh, just some stuff I threw together…my room is down the hall. You can just put your bag on the bed” you said as he pecked your cheek. “Good hot stuff, I’ll be in the kitchen in just a minute” he smiled before walking down the hallway.

               You internally groaned looking around, his apartment was way bigger than your house and it wasn’t a cute little house either, it could use a fresh coat of paint and the wood floors could be redone but it was livable and it was the perfect size for your pets and yourself. You patted your leg for Tucker to follow you as you opened the door and walked out to the closed in porch where your washer and dryer sat. You opened the backdoor and grabbed the leash connecting it to Tucker. You smiled and let him run. You almost had the money to put up a fence and you couldn’t wait to let Tucker run free in a fenced yard. You turned to see Dean smiling at you from the kitchen, a cold beer in his hand.

               Dean had never seen himself as the marrying type and in fact, the thought of settling down with one woman and marrying her, scared him. But here before him stood a woman who had her head on straight. She was kind, wise and caring. She took care of herself and didn’t live to please others. She was so happy and bright; she could light up the whole world when she laughed, and he found himself falling more and more in love with her.

               “I see you found the beer I bought for you” you said laughing. Dean chuckled snapping out of his daze and nodded “yeah, hey. I was wondering, what all do you have to do tomorrow to get ready for the wedding?” he asked. You smiled and shrugged “just whatever Melissa needs from me, why what’s up?” you asked smiling as you finished dinner.

               “Well, I was going to treat you to breakfast or lunch tomorrow before the wedding, but you’ll probably be too busy” he smiled kissing your head as you revealed the dinner to him. “Mashed potatoes, fried chicken and green beans…to be honest, I forgot dessert…But maybe if we eat and want dessert then we can go-“ Dean smashed his lips to yours causing you to lose your train of thought. “This is perfect…I love it” he whispered. You blushed biting your lip. “Well thank you, but you haven’t even tasted the food” you laughed a little as he grabbed a piece of chicken and bit into it. As he chewed he moaned a little. You raised your eyebrows. “What?” he asked as he swallowed. You bit your lip, “you moaned…” you held in a giggle as he pulled his brows together. “No I didn’t” you nodded as he shook his head. “Come on, I’ll set the table and then we’ll eat.”

               After setting the table and placing an extra plate on the table, you told Dean about how you fed chicken bones to your dog and how it didn’t hurt him. Dean gave you a funny look but put the bones from his plate on the spare. You finished your dinner and talked between the two of you for a few hours.  You gave Tucker his treat and then yawned a little retreating to your room where Dean came out of your bathroom after a shower. He wore dark grey sweats that hung low on his hips and water droplets from his hair fell down onto his bare chest. You blushed slightly seeing him in such a way. “So, what do you wanna watch? I have lots of movies to pick from and I also have Netflix.” You said as you made your way to the book shelf. When you turned, Dean was lying on your bed, a smile on his face. “What?” you asked smiling some. “You can pick the movie while I get ready for bed” you said shaking your head at how he continued to stare at you.

               You entered the bathroom and washed your face, brushed your teeth put lotion on. You put on your shorts and a tank top, letting your hair hang down. When you came back out, Jurassic Park was playing on the TV and Dean was watching it in bed. “Comfortable?” you asked as you climbed in beside him. He smirked down at you before pulling you tightly against him. “Now I am” he whispered lightly pecking your lips. You smiled at him as you leaned up and kissed him. “I know this place isn’t even a dirt clump compared to your place-“ Dean shook his head. “What are you talking about?” he asked his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.  You looked up at him and bit your lip; “my house isn’t nearly as nice as your place and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You admitted as he smiled down at you. “I love your place, its warm and home like, unlike my apartment. My apartment feels like a showcase, this house feels like a home.” He said smiling. “I love it.”  You had never felt for anyone the way you felt about Dean. You were in complete awe of the man before you. He’d heard the stories of how other men had treated you and how you didn’t trust anyone. People only wanted you for one thing, to use you. So when Dean would say something, compliment you, at first it was hard to believe, but now…it seemed to have gotten easier. You smiled at him. “Thank you very much, it really isn’t much but I love it and think it’s a cute starter home. It’s perfect for me and my kids.” You said as Dean laughed. Dean always thought it was so funny how you made your cat and dog sound like your children.

               Dean and you talked over 20 different topics before your eyes drifted shut as you curled against his chest. Dean watched you sleep for a long time; he’d never done this, fell in love with a girl that to anyone else was just a normal girl. But to him, oh she was so special. She made him feel young and alive, like he could do anything he ever wanted. She made him happy and free.

               When Dean woke up the next morning only to find the bed empty; he got up and wondered out into the kitchen to see if there was any sign of you, but there wasn’t. You simply were gone. There was a note lying on the counter with a coffee cup sitting on top of it. Dean smiled to himself as he walked over and picked it up to see your beautiful handwriting.

               ‘Dear Dean,

                                               I had to get a much earlier start to my day than what I had planned, but please make yourself at home and fix yourself breakfast and some hot coffee. I have tucker out on his leash, if you could just let him in before you leave, I’d really appreciate it! I’ll meet you at the church at 4! Have a good day!

                                                                                                                               Y/N’

               Dean smiled as he made coffee and cooked some eggs and bacon; he began to look around and really study your house. He noted the old worn floors and the paint peeling off the walls around the ceiling. Your furniture looked old and outdated and your TV had to be 10 years old, if not older. Dean realized that you didn’t have much. In fact, he was surprised when you’d invited him over.  He’d seen your house before but he’d never stayed here. He knew you felt embarrassed about it; he’d seen it in your eyes last night.

               Dean washed his dishes and cleaned your kitchen. He then moved the furniture in your living room and swept the floors and mopped them. He noticed it was almost 1pm and that he still needed to shower, and dress for the wedding. So he did just that, he moved the furniture back into its places before organizing a few things and letting the dog in. Tucker sniffed around before lying on the couch as Dean went back to getting ready. Dean fixed his hair, buttoned his suit and smiled in the mirror. He enjoyed his time with you, in your house, feeling like you two were more than just “going together”. He grabbed the little black box out of his bag and stuck it in his pocket. He fed both your cat and dog before leaving; making sure the house was locked up.

               When he arrived at the church, he wasn’t sure about what he was going to go through with. He let out a breath before getting out and soothing his tie out. As he walked up the steps, he felt antsy. He wanted to see you; he needed to. He noticed a man handing out wedding programs and smiled. “Bride or grooms side?” he asked. “Actually I’m with the maid of honor…which do you know where I could find her at?” Dean asked smiling. The guy pointed him down the stairs and Dean followed to a T. He knocked on the door and after a minute, the door opened and a girl stepped out into the hallway. “You must be Dean” she said smirking at him.

               “Yeah…I’m looking for Y/N, could you get her for me for a moment please?” he asked as polite as possible. He didn’t like the looks of this girl before him. She seemed, odd. Like she wanted something but couldn’t quite reach it. “I could see if she’s around…or….” She whispered stepping closer. “I could do what she hasn’t” she smirked. Dean stepped back and walked back to the door knocking again. “Forget it, I’ll get her myself.” He knocked on the door again, and this time. You answered. “Dean….wow…you look great” you said grinning. You wore a long teal blue dress, which went over one shoulder. Dean grinned at you, “Me? Have you looked in a mirror?” he whispered winking some. You blushed and stepped out into the hallway. Tiffany stood there and gave you a smile. “I’ll keep Melissa happy until you get back” she faked a smile at you before walking inside the room and almost slamming the door.

               You followed Dean out and toward his beloved Impala. “Y/N….we need to talk” he whispered and suddenly your heart sank. You felt the world spinning and you reached over grabbing the side of the car for support. “Dean…?” you whispered at him. He stared at you before his eyes widened. “Oh god! No, that…that came out wrong! I’m not breaking up with you!” he said as you sighed some. “I have a present for you…” he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Now…I know that we haven’t claimed to be dating or seeing each other really, but when I saw this, I knew you had to have it…” he smiled placing the box in your hands. You smiled at him before opening the box.

               You gasped almost dropping the box. Inside the small velvet box, was the shining silver locket with ‘D.W & Y/N’ engraved on the front. “I’d really love it if you’d be my girlfriend” he said smiling wide. You felt the tears prick your eyes as you began crying. “You remembered…” you sobbed out and pulled him into a tight hug; Dean wrapped his arms around you hugging tightly. “Do you like it baby girl?” he whispered as you nodded another cry escaping your lips. “It’s beautiful, just like my mothers.” You looked up at him and gave him a smile.

               “Would you put it on me please?” you asked taking it from the box and turning so he could. “So you really like it?” he asked after a moment. “Yes, its….it’s perfect Dean. I can’t believe you did this, it must of cost you a fortune.” You admitted, your fingers caressing the metal lying on my chest as you turned back to face him again. “I knew the moment I saw it, it would be perfect on you” he whispered kissing your forehead. You stared up at him, just admiring his features. “But, I also have another surprise for you…it’ll have to wait until after the wedding though” he smiled bending down and kissing you softly. You put your hand on the back of his neck deepening the kiss. After pulling away for air, you smiled at him. “I have a surprise for you after the wedding too” you whispered with a smile.

               Dean grinned and took your hand leading you into the church as Melissa’s wedding started. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Dean the whole time; and when the reception came, you sat with him laughing, and talking. Your friends gushed over the locket and you couldn’t help but smile at Dean as he made friends with their husbands and boyfriends. “Looks like you won’t be alone forever huh?” Melissa joked elbowing you. You grinned and look from her to Dean. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about that again” you whispered as he turned and smiled at you.

(Thank you all who read this story and loved it!! Let me know what you thought of the ending…and who knows…..maybe it might not be the ending ;) ) 

anonymous asked:

Can I ask how come you are anti doctor strange? I'm curious on case I have missed something aha

edit: holy shit this is really fucking long and became a rant not only on dr strange but the entire mcu

okay, so shitposting aside, i can become serious too especially if i’m ranting. *clears throat* here we go

the mcu. is fucking white AS FUCK. the mcu is praised by so many people and has made no progress at all, even though there have been over ten movies out there and about ten more are already planned (more probably, i don’t want to count). ten movies in which literally LITERALLY every movie had a white man as it lead. there are only that many iron man movies i can watch until i get tired of it.

i’m not only talking about the fact that they only have male leads and no female leads or that they’re just white because i want representation. i mean sure, yes, but let’s face it: the mcu has become BORING AS FUCK. maybe that’s just me, because all of you are waaay too far up the mcu’s ass. the movies itself have nothing interesting anymore, they all follow the same pattern. superhero, there’s this villain, they fight, there’s a character of color that’s sidelined as the hero’s sidekick and will never ever get their own movie and probs just be in the avengers. some movies from the mcu are not in that pattern, i liked catws and i guess civil war won’t be like that either, but most of them are just so boring nowadays. they’re so boring, throw some white male in the lead, give him a female also white love interest, a villain, some poc side characters and throw some empty witty jokes and the audience fucking loves it.

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“Netflix & Chill w/ Cas”

Castiel x reader

Author(s): Lambie

Warnings: Awful cooking, awful flirting, possible death by feels, “intense kissing”, puke in the mouth because it’s totes adorbs (I hate myself)

Word Count: 1250


You smile when you wake up to have burnt waffles and too-sweet syrup. Cas in the mess of it. Still wearing his damned trench coat that he refuses to take off, he flips a waffle on the floor. He bends over and sees you when he comes up with the fallen waffle in his hand.

“Oh, good morning, (Y/N).”

“Morning, Cas.” you smile scraping burnt waffles off your kitchen floor. “Whatcha doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you. The door was a-unlocked.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s you and not some psycho murderer.” you say with a straight face. Cas looks at you uneasily, fear and confusion in his blue eyes. “It’s a joke, Cas.”

“Oh, yes. A joke. Very funny.” He grins and gives a fake laugh. You shake your head at him. You take a waffle from the plate and dip it in the syrup. You fake a smile, cringing internally at the crisp in your mouth with tart syrup. But you smile because Cas tried and that’s all that matters.

“You want eggs?” You ask swallowing the burnt waffle.

“Um, yes. I suppose my cooking wasn’t the best.”

You lean into him and grab him by the waist from behind. He’s just short enough that you can rest your head on his shoulder. You kiss his cheek. “No, it was wonderful. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You say, cracking an egg into the pan. Cas smiles and turns around, grabbing you by the waist.

Normally you hate this, Cas always demonstrating his strength though he’s short. He places you on the counter. Your favorite sweatpants landing into a pile of flour. You don’t mind. You take his head firmly in your hands and pull him forward under he grabs your neck softly. He kisses the corners of your mouth slowly and gentleman like. He pulls away every now and then to ask, “Am I doing this right?” You always shut him up with another kiss, and another.

He looks so sad and scared when he asks you that. You want to take his pain away. Whatever he’s hiding. It’s innocent and confused. A puppy. You find your hands on his waist, just above his belt buckle. You resist the urge to undo it. Not now. Not in the kitchen. You move them up until you caress his arms.

Deep and sensual. Peaceful and loving in his arms. “Is it hot in here?” Cas asks pulling away. You smile and pull him back in. He pulls away and you suddenly feel hurt. Then you see the eggs. Burning. Fire. You break a part and frantically grab the sink, pulling the hose out and pointing it aimlessly on the stove.

Once the fire is out, Cas walks over with a smirk and switches off the stove. “Yeah, I forgot about that.” you say.

“Me too.” he smiles.

“Dennys?” you suggest.

“Can we get pie?”

You smile. “Yes.”

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Cas and you both went home after breakfast. Cas never actually ate the pie. He had it boxed and insisted he was waiting to eat it later. You didn’t think much of this. When you left Denny’s, Cas said, “I have to go.”

“Where?”

“I have to take the pie. To Dean.”

You laugh. “Of course. Cherry pie. Hey, come back over when you’re done. I want to watch Netflix.”

Cas freezes upon your statement. “Um. Okay.”

You laugh and kiss him, then he starts walking, turns around the corner and disappears.

Now you arrange the popcorn and soda on the table, gathering blankets and pillows on your couch. You’ve changed into an oversized T-shirt from the men’s section and spanx. Cas wore nothing but the clothes on his back with a loosened blue tie. You always straightened it when you kissed him.

You here Cas come through the door. “Hey! Come on in! I’m just starting the movie.” It’s silence between you and him. You turn around and stare at Cas, still in front of the door. “Hey, Cas, you coming?”

“Um, yes.” he stares at his feet for a moment then plants his body on the couch. You practically sits on you.

“Hey, Cas, a little space please?” he jumps a foot away. You shake your head and start the movie. The Notebook. “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. Come over here.” You don’t wait for him to move, you pull him over to you and he surprises you with a tongueful kiss. You laugh when you pull away and return it with a tentative one.

You relax on the couch, watching the birds in the sunset on the screen. “I’m so glad I can just watch Netflix and chill with you.” This statement makes Cas rigid again.

He isn’t much for conversation. He sit rigidly on the cushion. “Hey, loosen up. You alright?”

“Yes.”

Thirty minutes into the movie, you kick off your blanket. “Man, it’s getting hot in here.”

Wordlessly, you watch as Cas undoes his tie that you just tightened. He throws it carelessly onto your apartment floor. He slips off his coat, throwing it to the side too. You resist the urge to ask what he’s doing.

He snuggles you and you relax. His hand finds its way into your hair, freshly washed, partially damp. He kisses your forehead down to the tip of your nose. He reaches to unbutton the top button on his white shirt. You try to pull away but he takes it as a sign to only go deeper.

Until he’s straddled over you. His hair touching your forehead as he kisses you. Deeply. He bites a few times, harder than others. He moves down to your neck, his hand on your shoulder.

You tickle his stomach, you don’t want to hurt him. He jolts back and looks down at you. You slide from under him. “Cas. What are you doing?”

You sit up and pause the movie. Cas turns red, suddenly embarrassed. He looks as if he might cry. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I wanted this night to be, perfect. But it wasn’t.”

“Why does it need to be perfect? I just invited you over to watch a movie with me. Maybe kiss a few times and snuggle. But, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“But. I thought, we were…Netflix and Chilling.”

You burst out loud laughing. “Cas! No! I don’t want to do it like that watching a Nicholas Sparks movie. I want to do it on our own time, not some arranged meeting. It’s not a hookup.”

He looks ashamed. “Yes. I don’t know who this Nicholas Sparks you speak of. I didn’t make an appointment to um-and I’m aware that you’re not Dean.” he says bluntly.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you laugh.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

“It’s okay. Sorry, I was giving you mixed signals.”

You stare at each other in the dark for a moment. Cas speaks. “Is this on our own time?”

You smile and begin to unbutton his white shirt. He grabs his trench coat and you crash into the bedroom onto the queen sized bed. You take your time undoing the buttons of his shirt. He kisses you more deeply and meaningful and soft than he ever has. He kisses you like he never wants to lose you. Never wants to hurt you. You kiss until you fall asleep in his arms.

You wake up with his trench coat draped around you.

Netflix and Pizza? (Steve Rogers x Reader)

A/N: So I’ll be using this as a background of sorts for my next story. Hope you enjoy, its long. And D/N means dog’s name

You were currently bored, sitting in your apartment, flicking through the TV channels. You had been dreading the time until you next-door neighbor / best-friend got home. Your neighbor was none other than Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.  Ever since he moved in 3 years ago, the two of you had become inseparable that is until Steve had to go away on missions. After becoming comfortable with you, he didn’t hesitate to tell you about SHIELD, although he never did tell you about his missions and assignments, claiming that it was for your ‘well being’. You looked at the clock. 9:00, You sighed. You could’ve sworn Steve told you he would be back today but you knew he could sometimes need an extra day or two to finish the job. You had just pulled out your laptop and logged into your Tumblr, when you heard a knock on your door.

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If You Want to Romance Me...

Okay, I think I have had too much sugar and my love for my best friend has ruined me entirely (thank the friend for this prompt entry)! This is a solangelo comedy fic, but I have never purposely written a comedic fanfic, so enjoy! Sorry for any errors. 

Prompt: Character A wants something simple. Character B wants to go above and beyond. 


Nico tries not to think too much about it, but he does. He is truly worried. Not only because he had a death scare last week, or that Will almost fell off the lava course two days ago, or that Thalia decided to play a really mean prank consisting of lightening repeatedly striking his cabin (that triggered a panic attack that no one saw coming). Nico is worried because for the first time in his almost 16 years—actually 84 years, but who was counting — Will was late for their fourteenth scheduled “get together”.

In plain language, it was a date. But, Nico still has some anxiety about it and no one bothers to correct him if he decides to not label their relationship (one year and counting—the longest relationship both had ever had). So, when the knock sounds on the door, Nico thinks it’s Jason with his comforting persona, Feel Better and I’m Sorry Thalia is a Bit of Dick chocolate, and a nice hug. Yeah, Jason is his best friend because remorse turns him into a puppy and happiness makes him a cuddle monster. Instead, it’s Will, who is fifty-four minutes and six seconds late. Not that Nico was counting.

“What is this?” Nico raises an eyebrow. Will looks sloppy, and this is coming from the gay guy who literally walked outside wearing nothing more than a My Little Pony tee-shirt, Pac-Man boxers and SpongeBob Slippers after a thirty-six hour anime binge on his fifteenth birthday and never bothered to change. The 21st century and Netflix are a strange combination.

There are twigs in Will’s hair, singe marks on the lilies in his hand, and he is drenched form head to toe.

“I voluntarily threw myself into a river, Neeks.” Will sasses, but thrusts the flowers in Nico’s direction and the demigod has no choice but to take them.

“What the hell did you do?” He brings the older demigod inside.

“I just went into the store to buy you some flowers and was attacked by a fire breathing monster, and then it rained because only the camp has regulated weather, and then some guy tried to mug me so I ran to the subway, mind you that place stinks, until finally I left only to be chased by a minotaur, which Percy dispatched for the umpteenth time, like really thank the guy, until I realized I crossed the wrong side of the camp border and end up running through the woods until I knocked on your cabin door.” Will wheezes. “And all in less than an hour.” He looks slightly accomplished.

“Thank you?” Nico cocks his head as if to say Am I supposed to be impressed by your buffoonery? Like why didn’t you have weapons?

“Oh my god,” Will groans and covers his face. “You really don’t remember.”

“Am I forgetting a birthday? Yours isn’t coming for another two months.” Will slaps his own cheek.

“Last week, you said, and I quote you on this, ‘if you want real romance, make your man bring you something worth real money, then take on monsters weaponless in your honor, and complete the task in less than an hour’. I completed all of the requirements: I brought the flowers, took on some monsters, although I did not kill them, and I ran here in perfect time.” Will smiles.

“Dude, I was giving Calypso advice for how to torment Leo, not lead you on a suicide run.” He really needs to have a new conversation setting with his girls now. Nico and Piper can’t admire Channing Tatum’s body in Magic Mike together if Will going to be listening in. Heck, he won’t even be able to admire Captain America with Hazel if Will’s watching if it’s going to make the guy think he needs to eat five chickens a day to get amazing pecks (and they are amazing, thank you Not Another Teen Movie). “We’ll need to have a discussion about boundaries if I can’t have spa day with the girls.”

“But,” Will pouts and Nico just has to, he can’t not, if Will put all this effort into impressing him. Nico reaches up, on his tiptoes because he hasn’t reached his growth spurt, damn you Will Solace, and kisses some very wet lips.

“Thank you,” Nico blushes as he pulls back. “I appreciate all the effort, Will, but do you really think I want my favorite guy out next to monsters without a weapon to fight with. I don’t want you in harm’s way at all and that’s when we’re out on quests.” Will hugs and rolls his eyes.

“Am I really your favorite guy?” Will looks smug now and Nico punches him in the arm.

“Let me tell you a secret Will: If you want to romance me, all you have to do is knock on my door, kiss my brains out and ask if I want to watch a movie. Because I have Netflix and I have neither finished Daredevil Season 2 nor have I started House of Cards.” And Nico tries hard not to melt when Will lights up and it makes the freckles on his face shine and stand out and gods, isn’t he adorable. And Nico has to put up with his wide eyes and his perfect mouth and his perfect tan and his cuteness and his attentiveness. Because he lov—likes him that’s why.

Will reels Nico in for a kiss and its wet, twigs are falling on his floor, and the lilies are sort of dying in his hands, but it’s perfect and Nico wouldn’t change of think if he could just get off of Cloud Nine and use his brain again. Solace has shut off all thinking functions and capacities, again.

“Neeks, will you do me the honor of watching a movie with me tonight?”

“Hell yes!” Nico squeaks, but later he will deny it and the fact that his cheeks are cherry pink. He will also deny how he breathes out and starts to giggle from the endorphin overload. Dopamine is a mortal goddess and demigods should start praising their bodily functions more.

“Good,” Will smiles at him and Nico snorts.

“What?” It’s Will’s turn to raise his eyebrow.

“Well, you are an hour late for our date.” Will’s jaw drops when Nico drops the ‘d’ word. “So, I’ll have to punish you somehow. C’mon, I ordered the newest Friday the 13th film and we are so gonna watch it.” Will grimaces and whines as Nico bounces (he will deny any frolicking movements) over to the couch and inserts the disk into his blue ray player.

“Really, Nico. No, not horror films.” Nico has the audacity to look innocent.

“It gives you an excuse to cuddle with me.”

“I’m all in.”

Nico never does see the film. He’s too busy cuddling and making out with Will Solace on his sister’s purple couch. The next day, Jason will come by and ask why his couch is soppy and covered in leaves. Nico will not blush as he stares the son of Zeus out of his cabin. And he definitely does not blush when Piper wiggles his eyes at the seating. Nope, because Nico is getting on the phone and is calling his daddy to buy him new furniture. For reasons…

ReaderxCastiel best friends or more?

Request- Cas and the reader are best friends and in love with each other.

Request- Angels can sleep and Cas and the reader have to share a bed. 

People, even the boys, always assumed Cas showed up when Dean called but that wasn’t the case Cas was more likely to show up if his best friend called. Her name was Y/N Y/L/N. She was absolutely beautiful even if she didn’t see it her self. She has gorgeous Y/H/C hair that seemed to shine under light and stunning Y/E/C eyes that stood out against her delicate features. And if Cas was perfectly honest with him self he was in love with her. And the winchesters knew it. Castiel, Angel of the Lord, was in love with his best friend. 

“Y/N!!” Dean called out as he entered her room that morning.“Get your ass up we have a hunt.”

Y/N groaned in response and rolled over throwing her pillow over her head. 

“You’ve got 5 minutes to get outta bed and be in the kitchen or your gonna regret it.” Dean warned before closing the door and heading back to the kitchen where Sam and cas were talking. Y/N just ignored him and went back to sleep.

5 minutes later as promised Dean strolled back into Y/N’s room with a bucket of ice cold water and pored it over her head. She dived out of bed cussing loudly at Dean when Sam and Cas rushed in to find out what was going on. Sam chuckled Cas just stood there trying not to laugh.

“Dean I am going to kill you!” Y/N screamed. 

“You should of got your ass out of bed then.” Dean laughed before running off with Sam close behind leaving just Y/N and cas in her room. 

Y/N was completely drenched. Cas couldn’t help but admire the way her clothes clung to her figure and her hair framed her face and her white vest top had gone completely see-through. 

Y/N started to get self conscious about how Cas was staring at her but then she started to shiver violently revealing just how cold she really was. Within seconds Cas had crossed the distance of her room and wrapped her up in his arms and started to run his hand up and down her arms to warm her up. 

“Cas your going to get soaked.” Y/N said trying to push Cas away which only resulted in him pulling her closer to his chest and holding her tighter. 

“I don’t care, I can’t just let my best friend freeze.” Was all Cas replied. Y/N just smiled into the warm embrace. 

After a few minutes Cas left Y/N room to let her shower and went in search of Dean to borrow some of his clothes. 

When Y/N walked into the library to find the boys she stopped dead in her tracks Cas was wearing dark blue jeans, black army boots and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest and damn he looked good in casual clothes. Dean speaking brought her out of her thoughts.

“Y/N now your up do you actually want to help with the case.” Dean smirked. 

“Dean it’s a good job your like my brother or I would kill you.” She threatened before turning to Sam. “What’s the case?”

“Looks like a siren were just trying to load pictures of the victims now.”

When the picture loaded the boys gasped in shock. The siren definitely had a type all the victims had Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes and were stunningly beautiful. Sam spoke up first.

“Err guys is it me or do all the victims look a lot like…”

“Y/N” Cas interrupted. 

“What guys they look nothing like me for a start there all gorgeous.” She protested.

“And you really think your not?” Cas asked. “Because you are and you look very similar to those women." 

Y/N was taken aback by Cas’s words she didn’t know what to say.

"So guys as much as I hate to say it I guess this means Y/N is going to have to be bait on this one.” Cas didn’t look at all happy about this plan. 

7 hours later the 4 of them climbed out of the impala and got a room in the small towns only motel. 

“I can’t believe they only had one room.” Dean complained walking into the motel room. It was exactly a 5 start hotel but it wasn’t your typical dump of a motel either. The walls were painted an ocean blue colour and had tasteful decorum and the beds were pretty comfy. 

“Well I guess one person can have the couch, one person can have one bed and then 2 people could share the other bed.” Sam suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” Dean agreed. “Y/N you realise it’s you who’s going to share with somebody since your the only girl."  "Yeah I guessed as much." 

"Well I’m taking the couch.” Dean replied. 

“I’m taking this bed.” Sam added throwing his bag onto the bed furthest away from the door. 

“Well I guess it’s you and me then.” Cas said turning to talk to Y/N.

“I guess it is.” Y/N replied trying and failing not to blush. Cas couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked when she did that. 

“I suggest we do some more research and try to find out where the siren is finding its victims.” Sam spoke up after a while. And that’s exactly what they did. 

“Hey guys it’s says here that 4 of the 5 girls were last seen in a local club called club inferno. It’s probably where the siren is finding these girls.” Y/N told the boys after about an hour of research. 

“Yeah we should go check it out tomorrow but right now I’m going to bed.” Dean answered. 

“Yeah we probably all should.” Sam added. 

After everybody had got changed Y/N climbed into bed with Cas. Cas visibly gulped at the sight of her in her shorts and vest top. This girl was driving him Crazy how could she have this affect on him she was an angel of the Lord of goodness sake. 

Y/N didn’t have it any better either Cas was only wearing a pair of sweats. How was she supposed to sleep with him that close to her shirtless!

No matter how hard Y/N tried she just couldn’t get comfy. After about an hour of her tossing and turning, Cas finally threw his arms around her waist and pulled her to him placing her head on his chest over his heart and started running his finger threw her hair. 

“Better?” He asked in a low whisper. 

“Better.” She replied. Thanks to the gentle rhythm of Cas’ heartbeat and his fingers still running through her hair Y/N finally drifted off to sleep. 

The next day Sam and Dean were out getting supplies for that night such as the blood of a sirens victim leaving Y/N and Cas alone in the motel room. 

“So what do you want to do Cas we’ve got a few hours to kill before we go out ‘clubbing’ tonight." 

"We could watch a movie.”

“I like the way you think. I’ll see what’s on Netflix” As she said this Y/N grabbed Sam’s laptop and sat down on the bed next to Cas who was sitting up against the head board.

“Oh how about divergent? I read the book it was actually pretty good.” Y/N suggested.

“Sure.”

Half way through the film Y/N'a back was starting to hurt from leaning against the head board of the bed and her legs were starting to burn from the laptop sitting in her lap, so Cas pushed them both down the bed so they were lying down placed the laptop on his legs and placed her head on his chest again so she could see the screen better, or at least that’s what he told himself, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

That’s how Sam and Dean found them together fast asleep, curled up together with their 3rd movie playing on the laptop.

Later that Day Y/N was just about to go to the bathroom to go get ready when Dean started to talk to her.

“Hey Y/N, you have faced a siren before right?”

“Never, why?"Dean cringed at her answer.

"They kind of present them self to you in the form of your deepest desire so maybe Cas shouldn’t go into the club with you or else you won’t know which is which.”

“How did you..”

“I’m not blind Y/N. Just remember you can see there true form in their reflection.” Dean said before walking away to let her get ready. 

An hour later Y/N was ready she looked at herself in the mirror. She had loose curls in her hair that framed her face a minimal amount of natural make-up and she was wearing a strapless black dress that stopped halfway down her thigh and had a slit running up one side and a pair of black converse all stars. She always refused to wear heels especially if she was going to be running away from monsters. 

When she walked out of the bathroom the boys reaction was priceless. Sam’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Deans jaw dropped. And Cas was just frozen of the spot staring at her. Dean was the first to come out of his shock and smirked at Cas reaction.

“You look amazing Y/N.” Sam said.

“Yeah you look hot.” Dean agreed. Cas didn’t say anything just stood there staring at her.

“We’re gonna go wait in the car.” Sam said before dragging Dean out to the impala.

“Hey Cas you ok?” Y/N asked after a minute of him still staring at her.

“Yes I’m fine it’s just you look beautiful Y/N I mean not that you don’t anyway it’s just that you look..” Cas rambled on.

“Cas it’s fine I know what you meant and thank you.” She replied kissing him on the cheek. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t come tonight” Y/N told Cas. 

“What I’m not letting you go by yourself." 

"I won’t be alone Cas I’ll have Sam and Dean.” She missed the look of hurt flash across Cas’ face.

“You don’t want me there?" 

"No I do it’s just.. You know what never mind it’s not important. Let’s go.” Y/N said leaving the motel room and climbing into the back seat of the impala. 

At the club it had been about half an hour and still no sign of the siren.

“Do you know what I need to go to the bathroom.” Y/N said before getting up and leaving. When she came out of the bathroom Cas was waiting there for her. 

“Hey can we talk?” He asked.

“Yeah sure.”

“Look Y/N I’m just gonna come out and say it I love you and I always have.”

Y/N was shocked it took a minute for her brain to kick back in before she replied “ I love you too.”

Cas leaned in close and whispered in her ear “want to get out of here?”

“Yes.” was all she replied with before the two started to leave but Y/N mind started to work overtime 'since when is Cas so forward. when did he become so confident he couldn’t even tell me I looked good earlier without rambling on. Since when would Cas abandon a case… Oh shit!’ Y/N looked up at a big mirror hanging by the entrance and there it was clear as day. The siren with its arm wrapped around her shoulders.

She needed to find a way to get the boys attention but she couldn’t see them anywhere. 

She pulled her phone out of her purse and started to dial a familiar number as she left the club. 

In the club Cas phone started to ring and he panicked when he saw 'Y/N’ flash across the screen grabbing Sam and dean and pulling them over to a quiet area of the club he listened he could tell she wasn’t actually on the phone by the muffled sound of her voice but am he could just make out her saying “are we just gonna stand out here on the car park on night or what?” Followed by a mans voice but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. 

All 3 men burst out of the club doors just in time to see Y/N and a tall man with dark hair walk into an alleyway. They rushed after her. They still couldn’t see the sirens face but he definitely looked familiar. Y/N was doing a great job of distracting him while the boys crept up on him Sam pulled out a small mirror and stood with his back to the siren to see his reflection before giving Dean the go ahead that it definitely was the siren but before Dean could do anything Cas stole the knife from him and stabbed the siren through its back straight through its heart. 

The siren dropped to the floor and Sam and Dean were not really that shocked to see 'Cas’ lying on the ground dead although the real Cas was a whole different story. Sam and Dean decided to do something about the body leaving Y/N and Cas to talk. 

“Your deepest desire is… Jimmy I’m confused you to never met” Cas said giving his signature head tilt. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Cas’ innocence.

“No Cas my deepest desire is not Jimmy." 

"Then why.. Oh” Cas said the pieces finally falling into place before a massive grin spread across his face. Not that Y/N saw as she was looking at her shoes.

“Y/N look at me.” Cas said. But she just shook her head so Cas stepped forward and hooked a finger underneath her chin before tilting her face up so her eyes met his. Before he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers which she immediately responded to. After a minute the need for air became to strong and they broke apart both smiling. 

“I love you.” Cas whispered against her lips. 

“I love you too.” and then they were kissing again like they were the only two people in the world but they could hear the faint sound of clapping and shouts of “finally” from none other than Sam and Dean.

redflowerblooming  asked:

prompt: Steter AU, Agoraphobic!Stiles with Peter trying to court him. Cute fluff and maybe some insecure!Stiles. Also could the Hales totally live, that would be AMAZING!! (throws you all the love and runs away)

Stiles meets Peter on a Wednesday. 

It’s an odd day to move in, a Wednesday.  The middle of the week when everything is going on, when everyone is working or—in Stiles’ case—not-working; it’s odd.  Stiles decides that it’s odd.

It isn’t the only odd thing about his new neighbor.  He moves in right across the hall, and Stiles watches through his peephole as people come carting furniture, artwork, box after box into the apartment.  He watches Peter tip them generously even though he likely already paid the moving company for the services, and Stiles frowns.  Obviously too wealthy to live in these apartments; Stiles can practically smell the money coming off of him even through the door.

But the weirdest thing happens when Peter is still waving off the movers with a polite smile, one hand tucked into the pocket of his immaculately pressed pants, and then he pauses and looks right at Stiles.  Rather, he looks right at Stiles’ door and tilts his head, smile softening to something bemused.  He stares right at the other end of the peephole Stiles is peering through, and Stiles swallows thickly. 

Without a word, Peter crosses the yard and a half between their doors and raps his knuckles lightly against the enforced wood.  Stiles’ heart jumps up into his throat and he stumbles back a few steps, eyes wide.  Breath a bit short, his fingers twitch at his sides, and there is a pause before Peter knocks again. 

“Uh,” Stiles breathes, palms already starting to sweat.  “Can I—Can I help you?”

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Friendly Fire (pt. 6)

part five • part seven

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little prank war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 920 it went back up lol

Warnings: Slight jealousy? Angst?

Notes: ooooooh, things got intense. whaaaats going to happen next? the world may never know… i kid. that tootsie pop commercial popped into my head for some reason. this was a bit difficult to write because its kind of serious and this is a prank war im writing. kind of hard to be serious but alas, here it is. sorry if theres any typos. enjoy :)


“This isn’t a good idea Y/N” Wanda expressed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“As fun as it’s been watching you and Buck prank one another, I think this is going a bit far” Nat chimed in, agreeing with Wanda.

“Are you kidding?? This will be hilarious” Sam said. He was always up for messing with Bucky, at all costs. 

You just finished explaining your prank to the three of them, and boy, did you go all out with this one. When Wanda and Natasha told you about Bucky supposedly having a crush on you, not for a second did you believe them. A part of the reason you were doing this prank was to prove them wrong.


Once Sam was clear on the plan, the both of you walked out of your room and began the charade. You headed to the couch, and started looking for something to watch on Netflix.

“How ‘bout a suspenseful movie, baby?” Sam asked, giving you a soft smile.

Immediately, Steve’s head snapped up from the kitchen.

“Sounds good,” you replied, “It’ll give me an excuse to cuddle closer to you.”

Tony was barely walking into the room, but managed to hear everything. He looked over at Steve with wide, questioning eyes. Steve looked back at him, and just shrugged. Tony made his way over to the kitchen, and tried his best to not grab attention.

“What is birdman doing?” Tony whispered as he passed by Steve, pretending to look for something to eat.

Steve caught on, and took a slip of his drink before answering back.

“I’m not sure,” Steve mumbled, lifting the newspaper up. “But I know nothing good is going to come of it.”

“Jeeze, look at him,” Tony pointed out, watching Sam wrap his arm around your shoulder. “He’s asking for a deathwish.”


A few hours later, Bucky emerged from his room in workout attire. He was heading to the gym, but on his way he stopped by the kitchen to get a drink. As he turned to look at the t.v. he noticed you and… Sam?

He nearly choked on his drink.

Is this a joke? What is Y/N doing with Sam?? She doesn’t know, but he sure as hell does.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he headed to the gym. He turned around once more to look at the both of you, just to make sure this wasn’t some nightmare. He could feel his jaw clench.

When he got to the gym, he noticed that Clint, Natasha, and Steve were having a session. He walked over to observe what they were working on, and caught Steve’s attention.

“You alright there, pal?” Steve inquired, noticing Bucky’s jaw right away.

“I’m fine. What are you guys working on?” Bucky replied, ignoring Steve’s stare and focusing on Clint and Nat.

“Come on Barnes,” Natasha muttered as she pinned down Clint, “You don’t have to keep up this apathetic act.”

“Yeah,” Clint agreed, flipping Nat off him, and pinning her down, “We could feel that tension from outside the gym.”

Bucky sighed, and closed his eyes.

“Y/N and Sam. Please tell me it’s all a nightmare”

Nat’s eyes widened, and looked at Steve. Clint furrowed his brows, let out a laugh and looked at Nat. Steve shrugged.

“I saw it too, so you’re not dreamin’ Buck” Steve stated flatly.

Clint snorted and got up, “Wait, am I missing something here?”

“What did you see…?” Nat questioned, keeping her composure.

“I saw her! All cuddled up in Sam’s arms!” Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands up, “They didn’t even seem to notice me walk in and out of the area!”

“Calm down Barnes,” Nat suggested, “Honestly, I wouldn’t stress too much about it.”

“Are you kidding Nat? Everyone knows Bucky has a thing for Y/N, except for her” Clint bursted out, “I gotta see this for myself.” And with that, Clint headed out to see if it was true, Bucky following behind.


You and Sam abandoned the couch to go look for something to eat in the kitchen. It was almost dinner time, and the both of you were pretty hungry.

“What do you feel like eating?” Sam asked, searching the pantry.

“Just about anything,” you answered, “Did you want to pick some food up? We can go out-”

“Whoa, what’s this about going out now?” Clint announced, causing you and Sam to jump at his sudden presence.

“Jesus Clint, you scared me!” you said, holding your hand over your chest.

“My bad” Clint apologized, “So are you two really a thing now? Because if so, I did not see that coming.”

You looked over at Sam, giving him this slightly worried look that your plan might be exposed. Instead of looking at you, Sam came up to you and pulling you close to him.

“What’s it to you man?” Sam jokingly asked.

“Oh nothing, just curious” Clint smirked, “I just don’t buy that you two are actually anything.” He said, crossing his arms.

Before you could tell Clint the truth, Sam had placed his hand to your cheek, turning you to face him and carefully placed his lips along yours. You were completely thrown off, not expecting him to actually kiss you. When he broke the kiss, you tried not to look as shocked as Clint.

“Did you buy that?” Sam remarked with a cocky smile, clearly proud of his action.

“I sure did.”

The three of you turned around to see Bucky standing on the other side of the room.

“Shit” Sam mumbled.


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the one with the horror movie

→ Nathan Adrian x Y/N

→ Word Count: 1.2k

anon asked: a nathan adrian imagine where you get scared because of a horror movie or something and his 6'6" self is there to protECT YOU ILY

+ protective!nathan , fluff , a few curse words here and there 

+ oh MAJOR plot spoilers to Texas Chainsaw Massacre!!!!

masterlist // prev. nathan imagine

Originally posted by asialampard


Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Funhouse. I hate these movie options. Maybe Nathan’s secretly the devil and wants me to suffer. I sit on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, ready to hide my face in them as soon as I see the opening sequence. Nathan sits in front of the TV with both DVD’s in his hands. I tell him to just chose one, because frankly, I have no interest in watching either of those movies let alone pick the one I’d rather shield my eyes from. “Chainsaw Massacre it is,” he states while popping the disk out of its case and into the DVD player. He grabs the remote before plopping down on the couch and propping his feet on the coffee table in front of us. I shift my body into his and rest my head on his shoulder. His t-shirt smells like someone used a bottle of cologne as laundry detergent and washed it in chlorine infused water. I don’t mind though, it’s like it’s his scent that you never grow tired of.

“I really hate you for making me watch this,” I confess- even though it’s not really confessing when he already knows how much I hate horror movies.

Nathan snickers. “Y/N, you watch American Horror Story, though.” We’re at the DVD’s menu screen and I already feel like this massacre guy is going to pop out and kill me with his chainsaw.  

“Yeah, but that’s different,” I defend myself. I’m not exactly sure how or why it’s different, but it is. Nathan shakes his head and laughs. He presses ‘Play Movie’ and my heart begins to pound against my chest. “You know what we need? We need popcorn! I’ll go make it.” I stand up from the couch but I soon realise my efforts to avoid this movie will be pointless when Nathan pulls on a belt loop of my shorts, pulling me back down on the couch. I’m practically laying on top of him and I couldn’t be more uncomfortable.

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Sweater Weather

Inspired by my poor friend who got soaked in the school parking lot a few weeks ago. It’s also a little something for exo-nerates as a thank you for always being so kind to me. Hope you enjoy!

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“So what are you doing this weekend?” Luhan asked as the pair of you walked to his house.

“Not much. Just homework, I think,” you responded.

It was a Friday afternoon, and the air was lazy with the wandering mist of raindrops, not persistent enough to require an umbrella but thick enough to render you marginally damp. Luckily, the climax of the storm had passed before school let out, allowing you and your best friend Luhan to walk home as you always did. Your house was located on the other side of town but you frequently accompanied him before heading back in your direction. Reaching the front porch of his house, you bade him goodbye before making your way back down the sidewalk. Suddenly, a minivan came zooming down the street — far too fast for a residential area — and although you saw it coming you couldn’t move quick enough, causing it to splash through an immense rain puddle right next to you. Cold, dirty water was blasted at you in an instant, leaving you absolutely drenched from head to toe. Far too shocked to react, you stood stiff as a plank as the water dribbled down every inch of your soaked body.

“Oh my god, ______ are you okay?!” Luhan yelled, running down the sidewalk.

“N-No,” you breathed out, wiping stray droplets from your face.

“Here, come inside, and I’ll help you get cleaned up,” he proposed, tugging on your arm.

You nodded, following him inside. Hesitating at the door as you were still dripping, he assured you that it wasn’t a big deal and escorted you in.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that happened. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I think I’m okay…”

He grabbed some paper towels for you to wipe your face with.

“I can’t let you walk back home, or you’re going to get sick. Do you want to stay the night? Your parents won’t mind, will they?”

“I mean, they won’t mind, but is that okay?”

“Of course! You’re always welcome here,” he affirmed earnestly. You accepted his generous offer, but felt a bit awkward since you often hung out at his house over the weekends but had never slept over, despite being best friends. “I’ll get you some towels and clothes and you can take a shower.”

You thanked him, treading lightly on his hardwood floors that were now being soiled with ruddy street water. He placed what was promised on the sink counter and left to give you your privacy. Stepping into the shower, you cleansed yourself quickly but thoroughly. When you finished, you cursorily swept the towel over yourself, smiling at the lavender fabric softener he used. Unfolding the clothes, you immediately recognized them. These were Luhan’s sweats, the ones he always wore when you came over. Slipping the hoodie and sweatpants on — baggy but all the more comfortable — you felt an odd satisfaction when you realized that they smelled like him too. Scurrying out of the bathroom with waterlogged clothes in hand, you peered around the corner and spotted him at the stove.

“Oh, you can put those in the washer over there,” he directed, nodding in the general direction. “I’ll give them back to you tomorrow.” You did so and sat back down on his couch; shortly thereafter he brought you a bowl of soup. “So you don’t get sick,” he asserted, answering the question you hadn’t posed. Placing a spoonful of it into your mouth, your eyes widened at the burst of flavor.

“Did you make this?! I mean from scratch? It’s really good!”

“I did! I’m glad you appreciate it,” he commented triumphantly.

“What’s in it?”

“Love.”

You grabbed a nearby pillow and smacked his chest, causing him to laugh.

“Lu, I’m being serious!” you exclaimed, giggling alongside him.

“So am I!” he responded, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s actually Kyungsoo’s recipe. But if you like it so much, let’s just pretend that I came up with it, okay?” You shook your head, bringing your focus back to the bowl of soup. “Hey, do you want to watch a movie?”

You agreed, picking one of your favorites on his Netflix account. You two chatted aimlessly for the first half hour, but as time passed you could feel your eyelids weighing heavier and heavier. You’re not sure if that soup you ate was laced with NyQuil or something, but you could barely keep your eyes open for most of the movie. You think he noticed, because he had mostly stopped talking and let you lean on his shoulder for support. Nodding off, you didn’t even realize when you subconsciously cuddled into his side. Slumber overtook you on that cloudy evening, on Luhan’s old couch with his warm body pressed to yours.

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Sunlight streamed through the wooden, semi-opened blinds in Luhan’s bedroom, just bright enough to rouse you from your sleep. Dazed, you rolled onto your side, adjusting to the now illuminated chamber. The couch is more comfortable than I remembered. Coming to your senses, you realized that you weren’t on Luhan’s couch at all, and were in fact on his bed. Did I fall asleep on his bed? You could’ve sworn you didn’t, but maybe you had actually gotten sick last night and in your delirium, your memory had faltered. Delicately climbing out of his bed, you tiptoed down the hallway, wondering where he was. The house was quiet — too quiet, as he usually had music playing from his speakers at this time — but a smile found its way onto your features when you identified his sleeping figure on the couch. He looked so peaceful and fragile while he slept, reminding you of a little woodland creature, perhaps a deer. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his hair; it was something that he would do to you in the event that you dozed off in class, being enough to wake you up but not startle you. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled lazily when he recognized you.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” you teased.

“Good morning,” he echoed, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, I didn’t fall asleep on your bed last night, did I?”

“No, I moved you.”

“Why?”

He made a motion to sit up, alarming you when he winced. Rubbing his neck and lower back, he muttered hushed ’ow’s but flashed you a sheepish smile. “The couch gives you bad cramps.”

“Lu! You should’ve just left me on the couch. It’s your house and your bed, after all.”

“But you slept well, right?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s all that matters then,” he stated, grinning. “By the way, did you have a good dream?”

“Uh… I don’t know… why?” you answered genuinely, wondering why he was bringing it up. To be honest, you couldn’t remember if you had had a dream or not.

“You sleep talk,” he remarked, eyes filled with mischief.

“I-I do? What did I say?” you implored, feeling your cheeks growing hot.

“Hmm, some random stuff about school and then something about how you think I’m cute.”

Your mouth fell open, unable to form a response. Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands, hearing his melodious laugh.

“Don’t worry, I think you’re cute too.” You lifted your head, noting him smiling innocently at you. Chuckling awkwardly, you blushed at the unexpected turn of events. “You have to leave soon, right? You have practice on Saturdays.” You nodded, surprised that he had remembered before you did. “You can get whatever you want from the pantry, and I’ll get your clothes. My car’s still in the shop so we can take my sister’s.”

You obeyed his orders and got everything ready. In no time you were already pulled up before your house, finding yourself a little blue to be saying goodbye.

“Thanks Lu.” You tentatively gave him a peck on the cheek and he beamed in return.

“Anytime.”

“I’ll give your clothes back on Monday, okay?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just give them back to me the next time you stay over.”

He hopped back into his car, waving a final time as you entered your house. Next time. There’ll definitely be a next time.

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Note: Hope you liked it! Requests have officially reopened. Please check my FAQ before requesting! It’s the first day of summer which means I’ll have more time to write, so expect scenarios being posted more frequently. Have a great day. ~