Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.
Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend
You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show.
You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends.
The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is.
Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland.
You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt.
You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self.
When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal.
Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet.
As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away.
You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again.
The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could.
You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up.
Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door.
As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door.
Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man.
“Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords.
Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something.
“She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.
"Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls.
Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door.
“Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside.
Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side.
You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera.
“I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you.
You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more.
You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching.
Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer.
You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom.
Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.
You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous.
As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features.
He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him.
You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture.
You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy!
Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work.
He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–"
"That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed.
Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out.
“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face.
“I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him.
Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes.
“How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.
Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato.
You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.
After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.
About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.
Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth.
You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,” he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice.
The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.
“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”
Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.
You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red.
“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine.
“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his.
As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.
The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.
Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.
You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.
As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back.
You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…
A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.
to hit him so badly she physically had to hold herself back from doing so. “Judge,
the witness is stating his name, I don’t
understand how that is willingly perpetrating a lie in this court.”
already standing, smirked at the jury like they were his friends. A majority
smiled back. “It says on the witness statement here” at this he waved the bit
of paper at the jury, like they already didn’t have a copy, “that the witnesses
name is ‘Peter Adam Pettigrew’ and not ‘Peter Pettigrew’ like the witness just
claimed. Presumably the witness knows his own name, and this is clear grounds
“Oh so now
you’re assuming on behalf of the witness, forgive me, Miss
Evans but I thought you were representing the crown and not Mr Pettigrew’s
“The job of
a lawyer is to respond to objections Mr Potter, and you’d know that if you ever
Potter called again, pointing at her like a child, “Miss Evans just questioned
gripped the pen she was holding so hard she snapped it. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss
the part where I questioned you were a lawyer? Was I not present in the event
of that coming out of my actual mout-“
Lupin didn’t even bang his gavel, “Mr Potter will you please sit down, it is not necessary for you to
stand up every time you say something. Miss Evans, would you care to face your
witness? The court does not have this sort of time for you two to dispute over
every point. Mr Potter your objection is overruled.”
collapsed back into his chair, still staring at her, eyebrows slightly raised.
Next to him Black, leaning on the back legs of his chair and with a wonky tie,
was grinning, as if he wasn’t on trial for embezzlement and fraud and god knows
what else. Potter was still staring at her like a dare, like he was waiting to
go in again, and she wanted to hit something.
back around. “Mr Pettigrew if you could state your age for the court.”
was sweating, face glossy, and leaned in to close to the microphone. “twenty-one.”
The witness is actually twenty-one and seventy-two days and has failed to make
this clear to the court.”
all blood rush to her head, because it was month three of this bullshit, and it
was to fucking hot, and there was ink on her pants, and he was so clearly trying
to put on a show to entertain the jury, and it was so clearly working. “How would
anyone be expected to know-“
“I know my
exact age is twenty-three years and one hundred and eleven days so it’s not my
fault Miss Evans that you don’t keep
up to date with your personal-“
“Not all of
us have so much time on our hands Potter you fucking assh-
“Oh I make time so don’t blame me-“
God you’re being ridicul-“
Miss Evans!” and suddenly, Lily was aware of Lupin yelling, and that Potter had
gotten up from his desk, and they were inches from each other, and that the
jury had seen all of it. Good god, he was close, she could see each of his
eyelashes. There was a slight scar across his left cheekbone.
“This is a
courtroom!” dimly, Lupin was yelling, but it was as if she was hearing it
underwater, and she was looking at Potter, and he was looking at her, and she
fucking hated him. He knew exactly how old Pettigrew was down to the day. Probably
because he knew Pettigrew’s birthday. He probably knew a lot of things about Pettigrew
she didn’t. That’s what comes with being best mates with someone since you were
Sirius didn’t do it you know. He’d said that day in the woman’s
bathroom, and she’d jumped and sworn and flicked sink water at him. He really didn’t. He’s being framed.
He’s your client. She’d said, washing her hands and looking at
him though the mirror, that’s what you’re
supposed to say.
Trust me, if Sirius wanted to commit embezzlement
he wouldn’t get caught. He’d responded, leaning against the door, hair just touching the frame,
He’s your best friend. She’d said, simply, You’re defending him pro-bono. You’re supposed
to think he’s innocent.
thinking of how he’d said nothing, how she’d turned around and he was gone,
like a dream or a ghost. Later, when he never mentioned it in court or the
halls or the office where they both argued about who could use the printer, she
wondered if she dreamt it. Him, the bathroom, how he’d looked at her. Almost sadly.
Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he wished she knew it to.
And now of
course, standing there, getting a lecture on court behavior from an exasperated
Lupin, she couldn’t help but look at him again. Thinking of Black’s wonky tie
and Pettigrew sweating buckets on the stand and the five-thousand dollar suit
he was wearing, despite claiming to be on benefits.
still tlking anf-for once- Potter was completely silent. Lily couldn’t stop
thinking about any of it, the case, the shady camera footage, how Pettigrew
said his story the same way every time like he practiced it. And oh God, Potter’s
face when he’d said He didn’t do it, you
know. Like he really did know. Like he had never known anything so
certainly in his life. And Oh God, it was times like this, and at four in the
morning when she was lying awake, where she believed him. It was times like
this when she was almost sure that she was making a terrible, terrible mistake.
A/N: oh wow a tour fic. new laptop is working all nice and cool and i love it so whoop heres a fic. i might not have anything out for a few days bc i want to start the two long fic ideas i have (those will be up on my ao3 eventually bc they are klance lolkjhgkjfhg) but ill finish requests up soon. enjoy!
It wasn’t the best idea. It was time consuming, a bit of a hassle, and definitely not cost effective, but you’d never claimed to have good ideas. A part of you rationalized that this was only the first leg of the first tour and that eventually they’d drag their shows to the east coast, to Maine, and you could just go then. But another part of you refused. This was the /first/ tour. It was special, it was scary, it was new. You wanted to see that, not only for yourself but for Ethan. So after a short battle with your impulse control that ended with your silly decision triumphant, you bought a ticket to the show and a flight to Detroit.
A few weeks later, you stood outside the theater, hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket as you rocked on the balls of your feet. The doors opened and as people were led to their seats, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d seen a few videos and pictures, all of which the teams hard work and dedication practically radiated out of. There was also a strange meta feeling seeing as you’d listened to Ethan’s distressed rambling about them. A video of a certain dance and you remembered the 20 exasperated texts from him, groaning about how he just couldn’t get it right.
Your phone buzzed and brought you out of your reverie. You looked at the screen to see Ethan’s name, followed by a frighteningly long list of blue emojis in luea of a last name. You’d never understood people using their friends full names for their contacts. It was professional, yes, but /so boring/.
Ethan: Holy shit. Oh my god I’m gonna DIE
Ethan: Is it possible to die from nervousness and excitement at the same time? Bc that is what’s about to go down
Ethan: It’s the last show, y/n. What if I fuck it up? What if something absolutely terrible happens? WHAT IF SOMEONE DIES THAT WILL RUIN IT
You laugh to yourself as the texts come, one after another.
Y/N: Eth, calm down. You’re gonna do fine, I guarantee it. The shows have been wonderful so far, what makes you think this will be the one that sucks?
Y/N: Actually don’t answer that you’ll just freak yourself out more. Don’t worry, Ethan. It’s gonna be amazing, I know it.
You smile as you message him, and consider telling him that you’re there. But you planned to do it afterwards, as more of a surprise. You missed him, though, and were itching to see him in real life again. The last time you’d seen him had been before he moved to the opposite coast months ago. Every time he’d been close to being back home, you hadn’t been able to catch up. Conflicting schedules had forced you from seeing your probably-best-friend in almost a year.
Ethan: Okay. Okay yeah you’re right. It’s gonna be fine totally
Ethan: Alright shows starting soon I gotta go. Love you bye
Y/N: Love you too. Good luck, Eth. Don’t worry, hun, you know they’ll love it.
You got a barrage of hearts interspersed with a few other strange emojis in response. You laugh to yourself and press the power button on your phone. A few minutes later the lights dim and you’re swept up in the cheers of the crowd as the show starts.
It’s strange, but wonderful. There’s music and dancing and silly bits. They play games and laugh, changing costumes and bringing the audience into their fun. At one point there’s a q and a portion and you’re oh so tempted to ask a question to see if Ethan will realize what you’ve done.
You think you’ve blown your cover once when Amy, a beautiful blonde girl who Ethan introduced to you once over Skype and who dropped in on your conversations often, passed your seat at the end of your row. Her eyes passed over you, snapping back and filling with surprise. She obviously recognized you, but you just smiled and pressed a finger over your lips to tell her not to say anything. Her surprised expression turned mischievous and she turned away to find a questioner, smirk on her face.
Near the end of the show, the boys got weepy. There were tears and hugs and so much emotion flowing through the room that you felt yourself tearing up too. You were so immensely proud of Ethan and what he had accomplished.
As they left the stage, you swallowed thickly and pulled out your phone. So far Ethan had texted you after every show, excited messages with more words misspelled than not, but you expected he’d be celebrating with his friends backstage right now. You open your conversation with Ethan and type out a message.
Y/N: You did wonderful, Eth. Your singing has really improved but the dancing could use some work. Especially liked the part where you tripped leaving the stage.
You pocketed your phone, moving into the crowd that was now flowing out of the venue. A few minutes later you were outside, cool night air refreshing on your skin, when your phone buzzed.
Ethan: ur kiddin rihgt?
Ethan: Howd do you know that happened excuse me
Ethan: y/n…. Y/N
Ethan: AMMVY JUST SIAD SHE
Y/N: That she saw me in the crowd? Because she did. I’m outside, dumby.
You didn’t get an answer for a while as you edged around the crowd to stand by the side of the building. You wanted to see if you could wait it out and finally get to talk to Ethan in person again. You leaned against the wall, fidgeting with you phone. Suddenly, from farther down the alley a door slammed open. You jumped at the noise but barely had a moment to react before you were being knocked backwards by a speeding bullet of clothes and blue hair.
Ethan was babbling and hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re here what the fuck?” Ethan was still teary from the show and it made his eyes shine.
“What are you even doing here? What the hell oh my god.” Ethan was out of breath, laughing giddily as he grabbed your face in his hands.
“I just… wanted to come see you. I know how much you’ve worked for this and I just couldn’t wait to see you again. The show was wonderful, Eth.”
Ethan’s face flushed at the praise. “Thank you. I’ve really missed you, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I missed you too, Eth. So much.” You sigh. There’s a warmth in your chest and you feel so content. Not even the fact that you’re both in a cold, dank alley with a crowd of people right around the corner can ruin the moment. You’re hugging your best friend again and you’ve never been happier.
Ethan’s breath leaves him suddenly and his eyes widen. His grip slackens as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He breathes deeply before trying to speak again.
“I think I just realized something…”
“What?” You ask quietly, smile tugging the corners of your lips.
“I love you.”
Your brain short circuits and you blank for a moment. Then it’s spinning out of control again, like fireworks are exploding against your eyes. You can’t think of anything to say but you want to say everything.
You love him too.
Instead of trying to formulate a coherent response, you surge forward and press your lips against his. He makes a surprised noise before leaning back against you. You’re still hugging so you’re so close you can feel how fast his heart is beating. It’s like the world has frozen around you because nothing else matters. Nothing except Ethan.
When you pull away, he leans his forehead against yours and laughs. There’s a moment of silence before the sound of people clapping bursts into the bubble the two of you created. You jump back, looking around to see the source of the noise.
By the door Ethan burst out of is a group of people. You recognize them immediately as Ethan’s friend and tourmates. They’re clapping and whooping loudly, one of them, who you recognize as Mark, even whistles. When you look at Ethan he’s flushed all the way down his neck and glaring daggers at his friends.
“Fuck you.” He spits at them.
“It’s your fault for leaving the door open.” The tall one, Tyler, says.
“It was like a romcom. I could practically hear the fireworks.” Kathryn, a girl you’d taken a special liking to because of her kind words and snarky comments, puts in.
You laugh loudly, heart swelling with happiness. You have Ethan. You have this. It’s strange and complicated, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?
Word Count: 2.3k
Genre: Fluff, High school AU
Extra tags:Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers
Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing
A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!
Q: Do you guys watch your own movies and tv shows?
BJ Novak: “With The Office it’s like, they’re playing you know uh, old home movies. ‘Cause that was such a long, big part of my life, you know so it’s like they’re playing your sentimental home movies there on television all the time and it’s just too much of a ride to watch– like, oh my god that was that day… and I miss her…and you know what about that…and so-”
“Do you wanna talk about Mindy Kaling?”
BJ: “No.” *slight chuckle* “But thanks.
Sirius XM Town Hall with The Founder Cast on Jan 18, 2017.
♡ can you hear that guys? that’s me sobbing on the floor bc i miss black haired jimin so much. anyway, thank u for requesting, hope u like it!
takes a second for everybody to clear the halls for him as he’s walking by. His
black hair is partially pushed back and his forehead is showing. Hye gasps,
grabbing your arm with way too much strength, “Yah, let go”, your best friend
ignores you totally and is suddenly quiet. Actually, the whole hall is quiet,
“(Y/N), look. Look. He dyed his hair. Oh my god, he looks even more… oh my god,
he’s looking our way”, you don’t even know what she’s talking about until you
turn away from your locker, “Ah, for fuck sakes. I thought it was more
important”, you just don’t understand what’s so special about this Park Jimin
guy. You’re not stupid to not see that he’s incredibly handsome, but it’s just
very confusing to you why everyone is so afraid of him. You wished you could
liberate yourself from the doubt but is it that worth it? Probably not. Jimin
passes right by you the exact same moment you turn around again reaching for
the books on top of the locker row and you think you had caught him looking at
you by the corner of his eye but you decide to ignore it as well. Yet, you couldn’t
let go the idea of knowing about this obsession everyone had with Jimin and for
the next periods before recess, your notes were soon forgotten while your head
was going crazy about this new mystery. You were so infatuated with your
thoughts that you hadn’t even notice you actually shared your first few classes
with him and while you did random stupid drawings on your notebook he was
looking at you the whole from the back of the room. Jimin found you quite…
And although you didn’t want to accept it, you found him quite
interesting too. At your eyes he didn’t seem that intimidating. He probably was
just a serious guy that was not very bond of socializing and everybody was dumb
enough to put him in a box so quickly. I mean, what were the odds of him being
an actual serial killer? You were all in a very prestigious private school so
it wouldn’t be logical for the school personnel to admit someone way too
problematic. Or maybe he was problematic but had way too much money to be
rejected. Or maybe he’s not any of those, but actually mute. Goddammit. Fuck
Hye looks at you confused at first, and then panicked. She knows
what you’re about to do the second you take your food trail and stand up,
leaving your table and walking towards the dark corner of the cafeteria. You
hear her calling your name half screaming half whispering and suddenly all the
attention is on you. This girl must be stupid. But you’re not.
You just want to know the truth.
Jimin looks away from his food and to your direction slowly,
following your every step. He keeps munching on his club sandwich with this
unbothered semblance and waits for you to stop moving before he can say
anything. However, you are faster than him, “Can I sit here?”, he stays silent
for a second and then giggles, “You’re already sitting there so I guess so”,
you smile back. Was this really the same guy they all feared?, “So tell me”,
you say again, taking a fool spoon of rice in your mouth, “Did you try to kill
the principal? Is that why everybody is so afraid of you?”, at this point Jimin
is fully bursting in laughter and you can’t help but notice that he looks
absolutely cute when he completely closes his eyes while doing that, “I
couldn’t possibly kill my own father, you know?”, oh, oh. So that was it. How
didn’t you think about that? Well, it really wasn’t that obvious but of course
it was a believable possibility, “I guess I just look like an asshole” “And you
have black hair now”, “Wise decision, I know”, it’s now your turn to laugh,
while Jimin looks at you totally amused, “It’s just better this way. You know,
not talking to anyone. I mean, if you were in my spot how do you think everyone
would treat you, the daughter of the principal? Either they would kiss your ass
or hate you for nothing”, his point is so valid that you actually start feeling
bad for him and give him this apologetic look, “I certainly wouldn’t hate you.
And definitely wouldn’t kiss your ass. You’re interesting”, Jimin concentrates
on his for a while before lifting his head again and pointing at you, “You’re
interesting too. A weird girl, I like it”, and your smile is so big now
because, for real though, how could anyone be scared of this amazing human
In which Harry and you have been away from each other for way too long and him looking way too good before his show
Request: Sex with Harry on the tour bus or backstage.
A/N: This is the very first time i have ever written smut so if it doesn’t sound so grand i’m sorry but i’m trying my best. Don’t forget to send requests if you wanna see more. But i truly hope you enjoy.
Its been six months. Six months since you have seen each other face to face. Other than the occasional facetime and skype call at least once a week. But it still wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the same to be able to hold him and feel his strong arms wrap around your body and squeeze you tight to his chest, to look at him and see how his face and body reacts to your gentle touches, kissing him till the sunrises in the morning and feel his plump lips all over your skin, to sleep next to him and feel his strong arms keeping you safe all night.
“Breaking news! A man by the name of Harry Styles has been reported missing. Family and friends have reported his absence, saying he has been M.I.A for almost three weeks now. His wife, Noel Styles, has been obviously distraught by her husband’s absence. She’sonly made two statements since she reported her husband missing, stricken with grief and fear. The distraught wife reports that they got into a physical altercation and he left without a trace. Since then, he has been missing. The police are at a standstill due to the lack of evidence and witnesses.That’s all we have for now, all we can do is pray for his family and hope that Harry returns home.”
Somehow I’ve gotten used to being down here. I’m still chained up, but it’s not so bad anymore.
Noel’s visits here become more frequent and she’s been giving me a bit more freedom. The other day she unchained me while I was unconscious.
Somehow this secret level of the house was already modeled to be some kind of livable space. It might as well have been another room in the house. It’s cozy down here, but I’m still terrified. She put a table down here so that we can eat together. She usually handcuffs my legs and one of my hands so I can’t leave. I can’t complain though. I know not to push it.
Deaf had made it home safe and sound, ready to relax and spend time with his wife.
The war had been wearing the Rangers down, so General Houston granted the men to have a two day leave. Rest up, eat properly, get a woman and have some fun.
Erastus had fed and watered his horse, making sure that she was in the barn to rest her tired hooves as well.
Upon entering the spotless home that he shared with Y/N; the not so pleasant scent of gunpowder, blood and sweat slapped him in the face.
Shaking his head, he started the water for a nice hot bath, but he most definitely needed to rinse off first.
After going for a quick dip in the large pond that was located on the property, Deaf trudged back up to the house, his white long John bottoms soaked through.
At the door, he removed the wet undergarment and wrapped a towel around his waist. It took a little while to fill the tub, but the second he sank down into the cozy hot water, the knots and kinks unwound from his sore muscles.
Within moments of being squeaky clean, he was asleep with his head and arms propped up on the side of the tub.
Soft hands ran over his shoulders, while a feminine voice spoke his name.
Erastus blinked slowly, breathing deeply as he came to. Looking up, he saw the beautiful face of his wife.
“Hey Sweetness,” he said, sleepily.
She smiled, leaning down to kiss his lips, “Mmm, hello Deaf,”
He sighed into the kiss, holding the back of her head as their lips moved together.
She slid a hand down his chest, gasping and pulling away once her hand was in the water, “Deaf, you need to get out of this water before you catch a cold,”
When Deaf moved his legs, he then realized that the water was chilled.
Y/N laid a towel on the table that was next to him and kissed his cheek, “I’m going to turn down the bed,”
Deaf smiled, watching the natural sway of her hips as she went to the bedroom.
He sighed, feeling his length grow at the need he felt for his wife. It had been far too long.
He held the towel around his waist, leaning against the doorway as Y/N moved around the bedroom.
She was in her thin nightgown, her hair still up. The comforter and top sheet on the bed were turned down, ready for them to occupy the comfortable mattress.
Deaf had more in mind though… a lot more in mind.
With her back turned to him, Deaf walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he ran his nose up her neck.
Her sharp intake of breath made him smile.
Deaf ran his hand across her abdomen, placing feather kisses when she tilted her neck.
“I missed you Darlin’,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe.
Y/N laughed lightly at the tickle of his beard. Turning in his embrace, she smiled up at him, “I missed you too, Erastus,”
He licked his lips, his eyes trailing over her features and down to her cleavage. The front of her nightgown was tied in a simple bow, that being the only thing holding it together.
Reaching for satin string, he pulled at the ends deftly untying it.
The cotton gown fell open, revealing the swells of her breasts while still covering her nipples.
Y/N rolled her lips, biting the bottom as she anticipated the next move.
Deaf cupped her cheeks, threading his fingers into hair at the nape of her neck. Tilting her head up, he bent down to make up for the height difference.
At the contact of her supple lips, Deaf groaned into the kiss.
His wife’s fingers grasped at his damp shoulder blades, her soft fingertips running down his back and ending at his waist.
Their heads moved in sync as they kissed, the light smacks of their lips connecting and disconnecting sounding very mute to Deaf’s ears.
He broke the kiss when Y/N removed the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor.
His length jutted proudly from a thatch of curls, just begging to be touched.
When Y/N sank to her knees, Deaf let his fingers trail through her hair as he put his head back and stared at the ceiling.
At the feel of her lips kissing the helmet of his length, his legs shook.
Peering down at her, he watched as she slowly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head at a snail’s pace.
Deaf grunted, the suction and warmth of her mouth beyond perfect. He could feel the pull of his orgasm approaching quickly, but he didn’t want to finish so soon; and certainly not before Y/N.
Pulling his hips back, his member fell from her lips with a slight bounce and pop.
Y/N licked her lips, wiping away any excess from her mouth.
Deaf helped her stand, the nightgown falling from her shoulders and pooling at her feet.
Without wasting another moment, Deaf grabbed her bottom, and hoisted her up so that her legs would wrap around him.
He carried her to the bed, where he laid on it, letting her sit on top of him.
Her hands on his chest ran up and down, her fingers gliding through the his damp chest hair.
Y/N rose to her knees, the tip of his length brushing against her wet lower lips.
Reaching behind her, she held him still as she lowered herself down onto him.
They both sighed, adjusting to the length and tightness.
With his hands resting on the dip of her hips, Deaf held onto Y/N as she began to raise and lower her hips.
Sitting up, he grasped her chin, his fingers sliding to her neck as he kissed her softly.
She moaned on a breathy sigh, twirling her tongue with his. When she pulled back, Y/N rested her forehead against his, “I missed you Erastus,”
Deaf raised his hips as she lowered herself, burying himself deeply within her.
Throwing her head back she let out a loud moan and rolled her hips as he held her against him.
Deaf kissed and nipped at her neck, whispering words that he had missed saying so much to her, “Missed you too, Darlin’.”
Giving her chin a nip, he let her hips go so that she could continue riding him, “I love you so damn much,”
Y/N cupped his cheeks, pecking his lips and smiling, “Show me how much you love me,”
He grinned, twisting them around so that he was on top of her.
Deaf held her thigh high on his hip and snapped his hips forward in a hard, deep thrust.
“Oh my God,” Y/N cried out.
She hooked her other leg with his, using it as leverage so that she could meet his thrusts.
Leaning down, Deaf took a hardened nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue.
“Don’t stop, Erastus,” Y/N cried, running her fingers through his messy hair.
He felt her warm tunnel begin to tighten as her release hit her hard.
Pushing his hips forward one last time as she cried out, he filled her with his hot seed.
While his body twitched, Y/N continued to roll her hips to prolong their release.
Deaf laid there, his head resting on Y/N’s breast.
“I love you too, Deaf,” Y/N whispered.
He felt her chest vibrate from her words, but they were muffled.
“What?” he asked, raising his head.
“I love you too, Deaf,” she repeated, also signing it to him.
Rolling to the side, he pulled Y/N to him, letting the night time air cool their heated skin.
As Y/N started to pet his chest, he kissed her forehead, letting his lips rest there.