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The Idea

Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)

Request(s):  “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” 

Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing

A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous. 

Bucky Version

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”

Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.

“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.

“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.

“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.

“I sincerely hope not.”

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~This is a song fic for Tig because I definitely don’t have enough Tig. Plus side to side by Ariana Grande really works for Tiggy~

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don’t gotta think ‘bout nothin’ ('bout nothin’)

I’m comin’ at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn’t matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don’t gotta think 'bout nothin’ ('bout nothin’)

My friends and I decided to go to a club for my birthday. It was pretty great from the music to the drinks but the best part was the bikers at the bar. The were all incredibly handsome but one stood out to me the most. He had curly hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Those bright blue eyes were watching me as I danced with my friends. After a half hour, I took a large drink before walking over to the man. I wasn’t even sure what to say so instead of saying anything to him, I just grabbed his kutte and pulled him into a hard kiss. He pulled me close to him by grabbing my ass hard which that caused all his buddies to holler and whoop at us and also caused me to moan. He smirked and bit my lip softly.

These friends keep talkin’ way too much

Say I should give you up

Can’t hear them, no, 'cause I…

I went back to my friends to grab my jacket before heading out with Tig. They were all looking at me in various states of disapproval and concern.

“What?” I asked them.

“A biker? Really?” Amy asked with a disgusted look.

“We all know you like “bad boys” but isn’t this going a little too far.” Hannah said while using air quotes around the words bad boys.

“He’s a son of anarchy. Come on, you’ve heard the stories about them.” Carly said.

“I mean are you really going to fuck one of them?” Amy asked.

“One, he’s actually a nice guy and two, it’s my birthday and I can do whoever the hell I want.” I told them with an eye roll before grabbing my jacket and heading back to Tig. He wrapped an arm around my waist.

“You alright, doll?” He asked softly.

“I’m much better now..” I told him with a smile. He kissed me softly before we got on his bike and he took me to the clubhouse.

I’ve been there all night

I’ve been there all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

I’ve been there all night

I’ve been there all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

Tig and I both moaned out as our orgasms came over us. Tig loosened his hold on my hair and kissed my back softly. I slumped against the bed as I tried to catch my breath, Tig was panting between every kiss as he slowly slipped out of me.

“Mmmm, how many times was that now?” He asked.

“I can’t remember honestly.” I answered with a breathless giggle. We hadn’t left his dorm since he took me back here last night. Which, I really wasn’t sure how long ago that was. I rolled over under him so that I was facing him now. He smiled and kissed me. Someone started pounding on the door.

“Dude, it’s been 18 hours! Is she even still alive in there?” A voice yelled. 18 hours? Damn…

“Go away, Juice!” Tig yelled back before leaning down to nuzzle my neck. I giggled.

“I am getting kind of hungry, Tiggy.” I giggled out. He pulled back and sat up on the bed. He helped me sit up and kissed my nose.

“I’ll send a prospect to get us burgers and fries.” He brushed some hair out of my face. “Come on, you can grab a beer while I talk to them. Let everyone see that you are in fact a live.” We both chuckled and got out of bed. As soon as I got up though my knees buckled and I had to sit back down. Tig looked at me in concern.

“My legs are a little wobbly.” I laughed and Tig looked insanely proud at that.

“Come on, baby girl. I’ll help ya.” Tig helped me up and wrapped an arm around my waist. He helped keep me up but I was still walking awkwardly.  

And boy I got ya

'Cause tonight I’m making deals with the devil

And I know it’s gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me

Tig and I started spending a lot of time together, as much time as we possibly could. Most of that time was spent naked and moaning but there were times in between that, where we just talked and cuddled. He was so sweet to me and gave me everything I needed and wanted, even if I didn’t know it.

Tig and I were hanging out in the main part of the clubhouse, sitting on one of the couches and talking. I was on Tig’s lap and as we talked his hand made slow circles on my naked thigh, I was just wearing a black lace dress that Tig seemed to be very very fond of.

“You look so beautiful, baby girl.” He whispered in my ear. I blushed at his words.

“Thank you.” I smiled and kissed him softly. He kissed back and moved his hand from my thigh to cup my face.

“Oh god…. Not again. Don’t you two do anything else?” Juice said in exasperation as he sat down in the chair next to the couch.

“Aye, Juicey-boy is right. Ye both are always attach’d one way or ano’er. ‘M surprised ye can breathe half th’ time!” Chibs said as he sat down on the other side of us.

“Hey, what else am I supposed to do with this gorgeous girl on my lap?” Tig chuckled. “You can’t blame me for not being able to keep my hands off of her.”

“Oh no, we get that. It’s just why she can’t keep her hands off of you, is what we don’t understand.” Juice chuckled with Chibs. Tig pouted and I just giggled and kissed him which made him smile. Juice and Chibs made gagging noises, which had both Tig and I laughing.

“Cops!” Someone yelled and Tig stiffened underneath me.

“You stay behind me and do whatever they tell you to okay baby?” Tig told me and I nodded. We both stood up as they came in the clubhouse. They came in with guns up and telling everyone to get on the ground. We followed orders and they started cuffing people, including me. “Hey! She didn’t do anything!” Tig growled at the cop. The cop kicked him in the stomach.

“Hey!” I yelled. They hadn’t quite put the cuffs on me yet and I was pissed at the fact that they kicked Tig that I blindly lashed out at the cop. With doing that, I managed to hit the cop in the nuts. The cop doubled over with a groan and I heard Tig mutter a shit. Before the cop could kick me in the stomach. Hale came over and stopped him. He finished handcuffing me and dragged both me and Tig into a police car. Hale got in the front seat and looked back at the two of us.

“He’s with ATF so he’ll probably try to press charges. I’ll attempt to get Stahl to get him to drop them but you’ll need someone to pay your bail.” He told me and I nodded. Tig was just staring at me.

“What?” I asked. I was afraid that he was mad at me for not listening. He surprised me by leaning over and kissing me softly. I smiled and heard Hale groan but the car moved as he turned back around in his seat and started driving us to jail.

“You hit a cop for me.” Tig whispered as he rested his forehead against mine. I looked at him confused.

“He hurt you. Of course, I did.” I told him. “Are you okay?” He chuckled.

“You’re getting arrested because of me and you’re asking me if I’m alright.” He smiled and looked me in the eyes. “Be my girl?”

“Yes!” I nodded excitedly and kissed him again.

These friends keep talkin’ way too much

Say I should give you up

Can’t hear them, no, 'cause I…

“Thanks for bailing me out.” I told Hannah. She hadn’t really said much since she bailed me out. We were in her car now and I knew she was itching to say something.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She suddenly yelled at me.

“Look, I know it was wrong of me to hit that cop but…” I started.

“No, not even that! Are you going fucking insane?” She asked. She wasn’t yelling but her voice was still loud. “You know I thought this whole thing would get out of your system by now.”

“What?” I looked at her stunned. “What would get out of my system?”

“This whole biker bullshit! He’s dangerous and you have to know this isn’t right. It’s not normal for someone like you to be with someone like him. You need to give him and this whole shit up.” She told me like she was my parent.

“Pull over.” I told her.

“What?” She looked at me, surprised.

“Did I fucking stutter? Pull the fuck over!” I yelled. She pulled the car over and I undid my seatbelt. “I’ll pay you back.” I opened the door and got out. I shut the door a little harder then necessary and started walking back towards the police station. I’d just wait for Tig to get out. I sat down on the bench outside and took in a shaky breath. It wasn’t just some little thing with Tig, why couldn’t my friends see that? He was kind, caring, funny, and I think I was in love with him. I heard motorcycles pull up and looked over to see Juice and Chibs coming up to me.

“Hey lass, how ye doin?” Chibs asked sitting next to me.

“A bit tired.” I told him. He nodded and Juice smiled at me.

“Nice hit by the way. That bitch fed looked so pissed.” Juice said and I smiled back at him.

“Good.” I giggled. “Tiggy getting out soon?”

“Should be…” Juice said. “You’ll both have to ride bitch with us.”

“That’s fine with me.” I said. “I’m used to it.”  Hale came out and approached the three of us.

“Tig should be out in a couple minutes.” He told us then looked at me. “He won’t be pressing charges.”

“Thanks.” I told him. He nodded and went back inside. Tig came walking out a couple of minutes later, just like Hale said. I got up and went over to hug him tightly. He hugged back.

“I thought I told you to go home, baby girl.” Tig said and kissed the top of my head.

“I was but then I changed my mind.” I told him.

“Well I wasn’t in there as long as I thought I was going to be so I’m glad you did.” He smiled and kissed me. “Let’s go back to the clubhouse.”

“Aye, Yer ridin’ bitch wi’ Juicey. I can take yer lovely lass.” Chibs told Tig. Tig pouted but nodded, he kissed me one last time before going over to Juice’s bike. Chibs held out his arm to me, I laughed and took it. Juice and Tig got on Juice’s bike and Chibs and I got on his.

I’ve been there all night

I’ve been there all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

I’ve been there all night

(Been there all night, baby)

I’ve been there all day

(Been there all day, baby)

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

After we got back to the clubhouse, Tig dragged me back to his dorm. He closed the door and pushed me against it. His lips attacked mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers tangled in his hair and I moaned as he bit my lower lip.

“God, baby girl.” He said as he rested his forehead against mine. “I can’t believe you did that for me.” I kissed him softly.

“Of course, Tig. I…” I bit my lip. I guess it was now or never. “I love you.” His eyes widened and he pulled back slightly.

“Really?” He asked. Surprise was the only emotion on his face and I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.

“Really.” I nodded. I was completely nervous now and he took a deep breath. Instead of saying anything he pulled me into a hard kiss. I made a noise of surprise but that quickly turned into moans as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down on the bed and got on top of me. His lips moved from my lips to my neck.

“I… love…. You… too…” He said between every kiss. He sucked on a spot and I moaned loudly, my hips bucked. He moaned and lifted up to look down at me. “I’m going to make love to you over and over again, baby.” I smiled and started pulling off his clothes.

“Then let’s get started Trager…” I smirked and rolled us over.

Lost In Translation

Day 16, prompt “shitty dp aus”. This idea came to me when my friend @kuro-misaki pointed out the difference between English and Spanish version in one line. S02E03, “Pirate Radio”. In English version Dash says: “You’re one brave geek, Fenton. When I’m wailing on you tomorrow, I’ll be wailing on a hero.“. But in Spanish version, he uses “gemir”, so he basically says  "When I make you moan tomorrow, I’ll be making a hero moan.”. 

And that’s how the idea for, well, some kind of an AU was born. In this universe, Dash’s line was from the Spanish version. Enjoy!

When Ember and Youngblood kidnapped all the adults in the town, he knew he needed to save them. And if he had a whole army of teens he could use to help, he was going to do just that.

“Listen up people!” He yelled at the teens standing below him. “If you want your parents back, you’re going to have to follow my lead!”

Why should we follow you, Fentoad?”

Of course. The one voice of disagreement.

“You’re right, Dash.” Fortunately he’s got a counterargument. One that even Dash couldn’t answer. “Let’s follow the other kid, that comes from a family of ghost hunters and knows how to work all their gear!”

He saw the frown. Perfect. It didn’t matter, he got no shot anyway.

“No takers? Alright then, who’s with me?”

All of them joined. Perfect.

“Wow, Danny! How’d you do that!” Sam obviously never believed he would be capable of leading people. She probably thought she would get the job of a leader.

“You just have to know the right words.” He answered simply.

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See You Around (Zoe Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2373

Warnings: Cursing, awkward gay fluff

Summary: Y/N has been crushing on Zoe since freshman year, and, with a little nudge from Evan Hansen, things may actually work out in her favour

Tags: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: For the anon who requested this, I hope y’all enjoy!

“Evan! How was your summer?” I asked cheerfully, going to hug Evan but stopping when I noticed his cast. “Hey Y/N.” Evan muttered, tugging the hem of his shirt down slightly.

“How, uh, how’d you break your arm?” I asked, rocking back and forth on my heels. “Funny story, actually. I, uh, fell out of a tree.” Evan said and I chuckled, shaking my head slightly.

“Why does that not surprise me.” I muttered and a half smile crossed Evan’s face. “Hey, do you want me to sign your cast?” I said and a shocked look settled on Evan’s face.

“You wanna sign my cast?” Evan repeated, my comment clearly not sinking in. “Yeah! No one else has signed it.” I said and Evan stared longingly at the blank white cast.

“Oh, uh, here’s a pen.” Evan said, fishing around in his backpack and pulling out a black sharpie. I took it from him and uncapped it, gently taking a hold of his broken arm.

He grimaced a little and I winced, trying to adjust my grip on his arm. I carefully wrote my name, and added a little smiley face next to it. I called the pen and handed it back to Evan, a smile on my face.

“There!” I said, gesturing to his cast with my hands. “Thanks Y/N.” Evan said, a wide smile on his face. “So, how was your vacation?” Evan asked, shoving the sharpie back in his bag.

“I, uh, actually broke my ankle towards the start of the holidays, but everything healed up before now. It was a bit annoying, especially because Jared kept saying I broke it falling for Zoe Murphy.” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Wait, what? You like Zoe?” Evan said, a flabbergasted look on his face. I nodded meekly, my blush darkening. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Evan said, and he truly looked disappointed.

“Well, it’s just, I knew you two used to date, and I didn’t want to make you feel awkward listening to my gay ass ramble on about her.” I said and Evan chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“I’ve moved on from Zoe. I’ve, uh, got my eyes on someone else now, but I could definitely, you know, drop her some hints about you.” Evan said and my eyes widened as I vigorously shook my head.

“No you can’t do that, no.” I said, waving my hands about dramatically. Evan chuckled and looked at me curiously. “Why not?” Evan said quietly.

“Because Zoe Murphy doesn’t know that I exist. She’s a garden, and I am a tiny, insignificant beetle.” I muttered and Evan frowned, biting his lip.

“Don’t say that Y/N. I think you’re great.” Evan said, tentatively putting his free hand on my shoulder. “Thanks Evan. I should probably head off to class, but it was great catching up with you.” I said and Evan nodded, smiling as he did.

“Bye Y/N!” Evan said, waving at me as he walked away. I walked into my home room, realising that this was my final year of school.

“Hey. You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” I heard a voice say and I looked up to see Zoe Murphy standing next to me. My eyes widened slightly, and I nodded, trying to process what was happening.

“Awesome. I just wanted to get to know the new girl a little. So, what’s your name?” Zoe said as she sat down and I felt my heart sink. When the girl you’ve been crushing on since sophomore year says that she thinks you’re a new girl, it kinda hurts.

“I’m, uh, Y/N.” I said and Zoe smiled, small dimples appearing in her cheeks. “Hey Y/N. I’m Zoe.” She said stretching out her hand. I shook it gently, her hands soft.

“Oh, I know.” I muttered and Zoe’s eyes widened. “You know?” She recoiled, looking at me like I was some stalker.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean, uh. I know Evan. Evan Hansen. We’ve been friends since middle school.” I stammered, desperately trying to redeem myself. Zoe’s jaw dropped slightly and she chuckled, smiling at me.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N Y/L/N, would you?” Zoe said and I nodded, a half smile on my face. “That would be me. I’ve, uh, actually been here since freshman year, but I don’t tend to socialise with people I don’t know.” I muttered and Zoe frowned slightly.

“So you’ve had one friend for all of high school?” Zoe asked, clearly shocked. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling weird to have Zoe’s eyes on me. “Two if you count Jared. My relationship with Jared is, uh, complicated.” I said and Zoe’s eyebrows raised.

“I’m definitely asking you about that later. Well, let’s just say that you can safely say you have three friends now.” Zoe said cheerfully and I nodded, a smile slowly stretching across my face.

“Awesome. Hey, do you, uh, wanna sit with me at lunch? I sit with Evan and Jared usually, so I hope it won’t be too awkward.” I said and Zoe chuckled, nodding her head.

“It doesn’t matter. Evan and I are on good terms now, so I’ll see you at lunch.” Zoe said, and the teacher walked in, a sour look on her face. “This should be fun.”

“Hey Y/N.” Jared said, and I smiled awkwardly at him, looking down at the ground. “Hey Jared.” I muttered, and Evan frowned, looking between the two of us.

“Ok, I’m sensing something awkward and unresolved here.” Evan said and I felt my cheeks go red. “It was just, uh, something that happened over the holidays.” I murmured, praying the ground would swallow me whole.

“Y/N and I kissed.” Jared said and Evan’s eyes widened. “You what?” He repeated, his voice raising in volume. “Shush! We were just experimenting a little. We’re both super gay, and have never kissed someone of the other sex, so we thought ‘why the hell not’.” I said, and Jared nodded in agreement.

“Oh my god. I still can’t believe that.” Evan said and I shrugged my shoulders slightly. “Can’t believe what?” I turned around and saw Zoe standing there, holding her lunch tray with manicured nails.

“Oh, uh, something that happened with Jared and I over the holidays.” I stammered, gesturing for Zoe to sit down. “Jared and Y/N kissed.” Evan blurted out and I shot him a steely glare.

“Is that what you meant when you said your relationship with Jared was complicated?” Zoe said, glancing between the two of us. I nodded meekly, my cheeks burning. “It was an experiment. We’re both gay.” Jared added, sensing my discomfort. 

Zoe’s eyes widened a little, but a smile settled on her face. “Oh, ok. That makes sense. I’ve done some experimenting of my own before.” She said, looking briefly at Evan before her gaze settled on me.

I coughed awkwardly, but there were butterflies raging in my stomach. “So, Zoe, are you doing anything this weekend?” Evan asked boldly and my eyes widened, a pit forming in my stomach.

“I, uh, I guess. Why do you ask?” Zoe said, a strand of hair escaping her ponytail. “I happen to know someone who would like to go out with you this weekend, but is too shy to ask.” Evan said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

Zoe caught on, and a knowing smirk crossed her face. “Well, tell your friend I’d love to go out, and that I’m free all day Saturday.” Zoe said, and before any further conversation could occur the bell rang.

Zoe winked at me before walking off, and I had to fight a full on swoon. “I told you not to say anything.” I whispered violently to Evan, nudging him in the ribs.

“I know I went rogue, but it worked, didn’t it?” He replied and I frowned, realising he had a point. “Whatever.” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “So, was it weird kissing Jared?” Evan said and I scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

“Well, it was kinda weird because he’s, you know, a guy.” I said and Evan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “If I ever needed any confirmation I was gay, that was it.” I said and Evan snorted, drawing the attention of a few passers by.

“Was it that bad?” Evan said and I chuckled, shaking my head. “Objectively, Jared is a good kisser. His next boyfriend will be a lucky guy, but, alas, Jared is not a girl.” I said and Evan nodded, a smirk suddenly forming on his face.

“But Zoe’s a girl. A girl who told me she was pansexual when we were dating.” Evan said and I groaned, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Shut up Hansen.”

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” Zoe called and I whirled around, nearly hitting a freshman with my backpack. “Hey Zoe. What’s up?” I said, sticking my hands in my pockets and trying to look casual.

“So, I kinda picked up that you’re Evan’s friend who’s interested in me.” She said and I swallowed, awkwardly rocking back and forth on my heels. “Yeah, uh, yep.” I stammered, cringing at how awkward that was.

“Well, like I said. I’m free all day Saturday, and I reckon you’re pretty cute.” Zoe said, her cheeks starting to go pink. I smiled at her hopefully, a wonderstruck look on my face.

“Do you want my number?” Zoe said calmly, a smile on her face. “That’d be good.” I said, proud of the fact that I didn’t stammer when I took her phone. She inputted her number, and I clutched the phone for dear life when I got it back.

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, see you on Saturday. Well, obviously I’ll see you at school, but, ugh.” I stammered, nerves taking advantage of me. Zoe giggled, her laugh soft and musical, and pressed a kiss to my burning cheek.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” Zoe said, waving at me as she walked over to her car. “I’ll see you around.” I muttered, looking around for Jared, who was my ride home.

“Kleinman! You forgetting something?” I shouted when I saw him walk over to his car. I jogged up to him and heard him curse, opening the passenger side door. “I knew I had to take you home. Sorry Y/N.” Jared said apologetically and I smiled at him, closing the door behind me.

“So, I saw you with Zoe Murphy. How’d that go?” Jared asked as he backed out of the parking lot. I blushed a bright red and Jared let out a chuckle. “That blush clearly means it went well.” He said, smirking.

“We’re going out on Saturday. We’ll sort the details out later.” I said and Jared let out a loud whoop. “That’s my girl!” Jared exclaimed, lightly punching my shoulder.

“Hands on the steering wheel Jared!” I shouted, not trusting his driving ability. “Sorry Y/N.” He said, pulling up into my driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and shut the door behind me.

I pulled out my phone and noticed that I had a text from Zoe. I smiled to myself as I read it, not noticing Jared peering over my shoulder and read it himself.

From: The Best Murphy Sibling ❤️

Hey Y/N! In case you couldn’t tell, this is Zoe. Not Connor. Just thought I’d let you know, I’m actually free Friday afternoon. We can grab an early dinner after school and just 'hang out’, if that’s ok with you.

“Wow. She put hang out in quotation marks. Someone’s getting laid.” Jared said and I smacked him in the chest, my cheeks burning.

“Shut up Jared. This is your cue to leave.” I said, gesturing at the house behind us. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Jared said and I nodded, bringing him into a brief hug.

“See ya Jared.” I said, waving at him. “Bye Y/N!” Jared called, backing out of the driveway. “Hey mom!” I shouted, dropping my backpack by the door.

“Hey sweetie. How was school?” Mom asked as I pulled her into a brief side hug. “School was pretty good. I’ve got a date Friday afternoon!” I said and mom cheered, clapping her hands.

“Oh that’s awesome honey. What’s her name?” Mom asked, and I was suddenly very glad my mom was as supportive as she is. “Zoe Murphy.” I said and mom’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping slightly.

“Oh my god! You finally manned up.” Mom said and I felt my cheeks flush. “Well, she, uh, asked my out. After a little prompting from Evan.” I said and mom chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“Well, we’re going to the mall Friday afternoon, so I’ll miss dinner.” I said and mom nodded, closing her laptop. “Awesome. How were things with Jared?” Mom asked and I cursed internally.

I went to answer but I heard my phone ping. I shot mom an apologetic look and pulled it out, reading the screen.

From: The Best Murphy Sibling ❤️

By the way, Connor says that he wants to meet you on Friday. So, you can just come home with me. It should be fine.

“Zoe’s brother wants to meet me, so I’m just gonna home with her.” I said and mom nodded, walking off to the study carrying her laptop. I quickly typed a response to Zoe’s text.

To: The Best Murphy Sibling ❤️

Hey Zoe. That sounds wonderful. Do you mind if I catch a ride home with you? Jared’s my usual ride home, and I do not want him third-wheeling.

Within seconds I got a reply from Zoe, and I chuckled a little at how fast her response was.

From: The Best Murphy Sibling ❤️

That’s all good. Also, you’re much more articulate over text. Funny that.

I scoffed at Zoe’s response, but a smile remained plastered on my face. “She will be the death of me.” I muttered, shoving my phone in my pocket.  

Mom quickly called dinner, and my mind seemed focused on one thing, and one thing only. The beauty that is Zoe Murphy.

I See The Light

Prompt:  Imagine your OTP recreating the lantern scene from Tangled.

Request:  Prompt 24 for tom holland please? Idk otherwise free range :))

24. “Just because.”

Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I don’t actually know if there’s like a good lake near NYC because I’ve never been but let’s pretend there is one lol also i know that they announced that Peter is 15 but i’m making him around 17 in this one

Send in prompts from this list!

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

Originally posted by powerpaffgerl

And at last I see the light
And it’s like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is new 

“I love this scene. It’s so romantic.” I told my boyfriend, Peter. 

We were having movie night and I somehow convinced him to watch Tangled with me. Peter had his arm around me and I had my head on his chest as we cuddled on his bed. 

“I’ve always wanted to try flying those lanterns.” I said. Peter hugged me tighter and rubbed my arm. 

“Really?” He asked, looking down to glance at me. I looked up to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, it seems fun and it looks really pretty.” I smiled.

You’re really pretty.” He told me. I rolled my eyes and giggled. My cheeks felt warm as he complimented me. 

“And you’re really cheesy.” 

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Just.Like.He.Did Final (Chris Motionless Imagine)

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Part 2

Part 3

My phone rung as I picked it up, smiling at the voice on the other end. “Y/N! Come over!” I heard Chris say. “What’s going on now?” I asked Chris. “I just found this movie, it’s called (insert super duper scary movie here) and I haven’t watched it yet. I want you to watch it with me!” I swallowed hard. After reuniting with him and the guys, I had limited alone time between me and him or me and Ricky. None of us had talked about me cheating, and I don’t think any of us wanted too. 

 "Y/N? You’re zoning out.“ He said as I heard him tap the phone. 

 "What, sorry. Who’s all gonna be there?” I asked. 

 "Umm, Me and You. Duh.“ He said. Great. 

 "Uh, ok! I’ll be there!” I said, instantly regretting it. 

 "Sweet! Come over ASAP!“ He said, hanging up. I sighed. Maybe I could cancel on him. But he sounded so happy…. I groaned at myself.  No mind. I will not fall in love with this boy again. Not after what I did to him. Not with me having a boyfriend. What made it even more awkward was that Ricky was Chris’s roommate. 

Oh my god, what if Ricky was gonna be there. Well Chris did say it was gonna be me and him.  I texted Chris just in case and Ricky was actually out at his girlfriends house. 

 "Y/BF/N!” I called to my boyfriend. 

 "What? I’m kinda busy!“ He called back. I rolled my eyes, knowing he would just be playing video games. 

 "I"m sleeping over at a friends tonight!” I said, grabbing my clothes and shoving them in my bag. 

 "Uh-Ok? I wasn’t gonna ask anyway!“ He said. I grimaced at how much he didn’t care. 

 "Later, asshole.” I muttered, walking out the door. I took the car and drove to Chris and Ricky’s shared townhouse. I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door. Chris opened it, a giant smile on his face. 

 "What are you so happy about?“ I asked him, walking past him and kicking off my shoes. 

 "I’m just happy you’re here.” He said, closing the door. 


 "I don’t know. You just make me happy.” He said. I froze and looked at him. I make him… Happy? I cheated on him and didn’t talk to him for like a year. I was cold and bitchy when we were reunited. I don’t see why he didn’t hate me. 

 "I’m gonna change, I’ll be right back.“ I said walking up the stairs. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and then walked back down the stairs to see Chris already starting the movie. 

 "Hey!” I said, sitting down really close to him. He looked at me, surprised at how close I was too him. 

 "What?“ He asked me. 

 "You started it! I wanted to see the beginning of it!” I grumbled. He laughed before carefully wrapping an arm around my waist.

 "Oh well, it’ll probably be too scary for you anyway.“ He laughed at me. 

He was right. The entire movie I was jumping and screaming every two seconds. Towards the last half and hour of the movie, I somehow made it to be straddling him and having my arms wrapped around his neck. My face was buried in his chest as he held me close.  I could hear the screams of the movie as Chris whispered into my hair.

"You look beautiful when you’re like this."  I looked up at him, my face inches away from his face. "What?” I asked him. “You heard me.” He said. “Why are you saying this?” I asked him.

“Because… I can’t hide my feelings from you anymore, Y/N!” He blurted out.

“Chris.. I can’t deny the feeling I have for Y/N. I have watched you and her for a whole year now. I tried to dismiss these feelings but I just can’t anymore. I.. I well I love-” He started but Chris cut him off.

“Don’t you dare end that fucking sentence.” Chris glared.

“No! I’m not going to just hide my feelings! I’m in love with her!” Ricky bursted out. I flinched at the last word.

“Chris… I-I don’t know what to say…” I whispered to him. 

 "I can’t just keep it hidden from you Y/N.“ He said again, his breath hot on my lips.

"I couldn’t just keep it bottled in for the rest of my life, Chris. Our band is about speaking what’s on your mind, well that’s what I did. I don’t care what you fucking say, nothing will change my feelings for Y/N!” He yelled back at Chris.

“I love you.” He whispered, brushing his lips softly against mine. It was soft and slow, like nothing I’ve felt before. We were interrupted by my phone ringing. I answered quickly. “Hello?” I asked, clicking speaker.

“Y/N! Come home now! I know you’re with Chris!” Y/BF/N said hurriedly.

“Well duh, I said I was with a friend. Chris is my friend. Maybe more than that.” I stated, Chris giving me that adorably smile of his. 

 "What the fuck do you mean? I’m going over there right now.“ Y/BF/N growled. 

 "Don’t bother because we’re through.” I said, throwing my phone to the ground and wrapping my arms around Chris again, pulling him in for a kiss. 

And for once in my life, everything was ok. Because it wasn’t just like he did.

It’s exactly how he always does it.



Pairing: Jongyu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3035
Warning: None
Okay I don’t know what it is recently but Jongyu’s been giving me so much feels and did I say how much I have a thing for tattoo so of course I had to write something about it :3

Jonghyun doesn’t remember being so socially inept.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Joanie had any reservations when Baker finally showed up at the door?

Joanie hears voices when she pads to the bathroom to pee. Voices coming from Hannah’s room, muffled and lazy behind the door. It’s half-past nine in the morning and Joanie doesn’t know why the fuck Hannah would have anyone in her room this early. Unless it’s…well, of course it is.

When she knocks on the door, Hannah answers with a grumbly “What?”

“Who’s in there?”

“Baker, Nosy. Who do you think?”

Joanie tries the door knob–they haven’t locked it. She raps her knuckles on the wood as she pushes the door in slowly, giving her sister enough time to stop her if need be.

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bxdcubes  asked:

bby, can i prompt you for some short: peter does a surprise visit to stiles' dorm with gifts of food, but it's totally not bc stiles has been stressed with uni lately and he wants was worried, no.

IDK WHY but my brain only remembered the college and secretly worried parts of the prompt? So it’s a bit different. I hope you still like it! Thank you for prompting me, ilu <3

Warning: Fake-ish threat of bodily harm (though NOT aimed at Stiles), basically Peter being Peter.


When Stiles stumbled into his dorm room after what felt like the longest day of his life he wasn’t even surprised to find Peter sitting in his desk chair in the dim light, facing the door. Stiles took a moment to appreciate the villain vibes that rolled off his boyfriend in waves, the relaxed shoulders, one leg draped over the other in a cocky 4-figure position, a lazy stare from underneath half-lidded eyes. In his hands he held Stiles’ phone.

Oh. That.

“Stiles,” Peter greeted, everything that wasn’t expressed in the werewolf’s posture neatly compressed in that single word.

Yep. He was in trouble.

“Hey, ‘Sup? I didn’t know you were dropping by tonight. Not that I mind, I like having my boyfriend—“

A calmly raised eyebrow cut right through his babble before he got any traction.

Peter tapped the phone with his index finger.


Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I forgot my phone and there was no time to get it, okay? I had classes and study groups all day, you know that.”

Peter studied him for a long moment and Stiles tried his best not to squirm under that assessing gaze. He couldn’t help but tug self-consciously on the strap of the backpack that was still slung across his shoulder. Stiles, predictably, broke first. Not a big surprise there, Peter could out-silence about anyone. Maybe not Lydia. Or Braeden. But definitely everyone else.

“Forgetting your phone is not a crime in the state of California. I checked.”

Also predictable, his snark did nothing to diffuse the situation. But at least it got Peter talking.

“There was a Wendigo attack close to campus. Your Alpha,” he explained, drawing out the rank until it was a complicated expression with many layers showing exactly how misplaced it was on Scott (and Stiles would have snickered at Peter’s blatant show of distaste, if he didn’t think it would get him into even more trouble), “was unable to reach you. Instead, he reached everyone else. Repeatedly. If you forget your phone again I will crush your dear Scott’s throat just to stop his incessant whining.”

Peter was so skilled at playing his audience that his irritation was almost tangible. It was good that Stiles knew him so well and that he had years of practice under his belt when it came to reading between the lines. Otherwise he wouldn’t have detected the worry underlying that statement. It wasn’t just Scott who hadn’t been able to reach Stiles, though he doubted that he would find any traces of that on his phone anymore. Peter had had enough time to carefully comb through the call logs, text and voicemail messages to delete any incriminating evidence.

“It won’t happen again,” he promised, his voice more gentle than he had planned. Peter’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly at the implied sentiment.

“See that it doesn’t.”

They rarely touched upon anything to do with feelings, and tonight they had come way too close, at least as far as Peter was concerned. It always wrong-footed the eldest Hale, and their relationship as a consequence. But there were a few things he could think of that would restore their balance, banter being one of them.

So that’s what he did.

“Will you release your hostage now?”

A moment later the phone hit him square in the chest and Stiles fumbled to catch it. He managed, but it wasn’t a show of grace. When he looked up, Peter smirked at him, the bastard.

“I suppose you will have to make it up to me,” the werewolf informed him with a lazy drawl.

Now it was Stiles’ turn to smirk and he dropped his backpack and phone on the floor next to the bed.

“Luckily I have a spreadsheet for just this occasion.”

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Rae and Finn were currently laying on the floor in her room, their heads sharing her bean bag as Finn flipped through her copy of the new NME. She couldn’t help but stare at his profile as he read. He was just so attractive it hurt.

“Stop starin’ at me, it freaks me out.” He said as he flipped a page.

“I’m not starin’ at ya.” She scoffed, she turned her head her cheeks feeling hot with embarrassment.

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Heart palpitations.

Liam Dunbar imagine request.

Plot: Liam has a huge crush on Y/N and when the pack is all together, Y/N comes over to study with Kira, and all of them tease him by making gestures and saying stuff whenever Y/N comes into the room and Liam gets really flushed.

Liam’s POV

“So, we’re just here to hang out?” I called out to Scott as I stood in his living room with Malia, Stiles and Kira on one couch, Lydia on another and Scott in the kitchen.

“Yeah,” He replied appearing back into the room with a handful of snacks and drinks. “We may have only been getting together for training or meetings but we have pack nights too where we just hang out and be normal teenagers.”

“We still do movie nights!” Kira chirped as she grabbed a can of coke.

“Last time we played Cards against Humanity and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in my life.” Lydia grinned, her first genuine grin since Meredith sadly died.

This was when I realised that the pack needs these nights. Where we just forget about anything that’s going to harm us. So we can relax and be the teenagers we are instead of trying to be adults and protecting each other’s and other innocent people’s lives.

“Alright, what are we doing tonight?” I took off my jacket and sat next to Scott on another couch.

“We’re going to play on the X-Box.” Stiles rubbed his hands together in preparation to beat the others in whatever game they choose.

“BUT! Because you boys picked last time, Malia and I are going to pick what game we play.” Lydia pointed a finger at each of us boys and we all had worry all over our faces.

“And what game is that?” I groaned.

“Just Dance.” Malia beamed, “It’s not something I usually play but it sounds fun and I don’t see why not. Plus I get to see you boys look like fools and that’s a bonus.”

“Sounds fun, I wish I didn’t have an important essay due tomorrow so I could join.” Kira pouted.

“You’re going to study on pack night?” Scott raised his eyebrows.

“I have to! Which is why..” Kira looked at me to which I frowned at her in confusion. “I invited (Y/N).”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “What!” I exclaimed and my reaction caused the others to laugh.

“We’re working on our essays together so it’s only right to invite her.” Kira shrugged smiling her most innocent smile.

“Don’t act too stupid, Liam. The girl you have a huge crush on will be watching you shake your butt off at Just Dance.” Stiles burst into a fit of laughter as he reached over and nudged me.

“I don’t have a huge crush on her. Only the tiniest bit.” I tried to defend myself, rolling my eyes I crossed my arms over my chest.

“That’s not what your heart beat says whenever you see her.” Scott went along with teasing me and I shot him daggers.

“Stop bullying him. Don’t embarrass Liam when (Y/N) comes over, it’s not fair.” Lydia scolded the boys with a playful grin.

“I think his crush on (Y/N) is really cute! The way he can’t talk properly whenever she comes up to him.” Kira gushed.

“Why don’t you just get a move on and tell the girl you like her? I mean she clearly likes you back.” Malia raised an eyebrow at me but before I could ask her if what she’s saying about (Y/N) liking me back is true, the doorbell rang.

“Ooo, Liam! (Y/N)’s here!” Stiles and Scott sang before laughing and giving each other a high five.

I sighed in defeat, “You two are lucky it isn’t a full moon.” I spat causing them to laugh even more.

Kira approached the front door and opened it to let (Y/N) in.

My breathing hitched as I took her in. It was late so she was wearing leggings and an oversized hoodie with her hair tied up in a bun, she looked a little tired probably because of school work but she couldn’t have looked more flawless. I watched the way her lips moved as she talked to Kira and wondered what it would be like to have those lips on mine. My eyes stayed glues on her as she strided over to hug Lydia and Malia and I thought of how perfect our bodies would fit if I ever had the chance to embrace her. The way she laughed and held her stomach as she listened to one of Stiles’ jokes and I speculated how delightful it would feel when she would laugh at my jokes. Her contagious smile that she gave everyone, I thought of how even more beautiful it would look if she looked up at me with that same heart warming smile as we laid in bed after hours of talking.

I took deep breaths in order to steady my heartbeat but I knew it was too late for Scott and Malia to miss.

“GUYS!” Malia suddenly shouted out startling me and the others.”We need to get Liam to a hospital!”

“What?” I squinted my eyes trying to figure out what she was talking about.

“Your heart beat just increased so high when (Y/N) walked in the room it might jump out of your chest.” Malia continued with her act and I looked at her pointedly.

“Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious. My stomach literally hurts, please stop I am crying from laughing too much.” I said sarcastically.

“Hang on. (Y/N), are you blushing?” Lydia was smiling as she turned to (Y/N).

“Huh?” (Y/N) looked at Lydia innocently and a smile started forming on my lips.

“Oh man, I think we need to take (Y/N) to the hospital as her heartbeat is increasing.” Scott stood beside me and patted on the back.

“And I can smell the stench of new found love.” Malia wafted her hand in front of her face.

“(Y/N), do you like Liam as well?” Stiles pretended to be shocked and I looked at (Y/N)’s expression as I waited for what she has to say.

(Y/N)’s POV.

I looked helplessly at Kira. I didn’t know what to say seeing as Malia and Scott practically embarrassed Liam in front of me and they also may have answered the question I’ve been asking myself recently: ‘Do I seriously like Liam Dunbar?’

“Alright, that’s enough.” Kira chuckled and pushed me by the shoulders towards the kitchen so we could study.

“Thank you.” I breathed out and settled down all my books on the counter and took a seat as did Kira.

“What’s the deal?” Kira leant her elbow on the table and turned her body towards me. “Are you finally admitting that you like Liam now?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah my heartbeat may have increased and all and of course I’m attracted to Liam, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind dating him. It just doesn’t feel like I like him.. that doesn’t make sense.” I dropped my shoulders and placed my elbow on the counter resting my chin in the palm of my hands.

“Maybe you just need a little push.” Kira smiled. “He does like you, you know.”

I thought of Liam liking me and I can’t help but feel my heart flutter.

“(Y/N), your heart just fluttered. Are you talking about Liam?” Malia shouted from the other room and I couldn’t help but blush.

“Malia, get it together!” I called back.

“Liam’s eyes just widened and his cheeks turned as red as Lydia’s hair!” Scott chuckled.

“It’s strawberry-blonde!” Lydia said in defence and to our surprise so did Stiles.

“I’m studying!” I whined but I couldn’t rip off the smile off my face.

After about half an hour of hardcore studying and writing this awful essay, I realised I had left my jacket in the living room which had my phone in. Almost forgetting all the teasing, I walked in and grabbed my jacket watching Malia and Lydia dancing.

“Oh God.” I chuckled.

“Oh hey (Y/N)!” Stiles beamed and looked at Liam as he wiggled his eyebrows.

I looked over at Liam and his jaws were clenched then he slapped the palm of his hand on his forehead.

“Liam’s been thinking about you for the past half hour.” Stiles winked at Liam to which the poor young wolf groaned at.

“I haven’t.” Liam said exasperatedly and flinched.

“You haven’t?” I said half teasingly and half actually a little hurt. Maybe I’ve misread it all and he’s been nervous only because he actually doesn’t like me but the pack is only teasing me because they think he does, he just doesn’t want to upset me by admitting he has no feelings towards me.

Liam whipped his gaze towards and opened his mouth to speak but he was left speechless at my reaction.

“(Y/N)’s hurt, Li.” Malia stated still having a dance battle with Lydia.

“You are?” Liam softly asked standing up in front of me.

“No.” I scoffed looking away trying my hardest not to break out a smile.

“You’ve always been so headstrong.” I could feel Liam’s eyes on me and it’s as if I’m not feeling heated enough by the embarrassment.

“Just admit you like each other already!” Kira was leaning by the entrance of the living room from the kitchen.

“Don’t be shy.” Scott prodded Liam in the ribs.

Liam ignored him and nervously grabbed my waist. “Hey, look at me.”

The sound of my heart grew louder in my ears and I turned my head slowly to the boy in front of me.

“I’m sorry this has to happen in front of the pack but you know how annoying they are.” He went on and I smiled.

“What are you getting at, Dunbar.” I pursed my lips and his eyes flicked down to them then back up.

“I’m trying to say is that I do like you and I was wondering if you’d like to go to a drive in movie with me this weekend?” Liam rubbed the back of his neck and waited for my response and to be honest I was quite shocked that our first date would be to a drive in movie, I’ve been longing to go to one.

“I’d be honoured.” I pulled him into a hug and I can’t feel more ecstatic.

“You give each other heart palpitations, jeez. I worry for the both of you.” Malia panted as she had finished her go.

I buried my head in Liam’s chest as I laughed and I felt him laughing along.

“Your precious.” Liam mumbled into my ear.

“Not as precious as me.” Stiles cooed as I felt another strong pair of arms wrap around me and we all laughed even harder.


So… this is the story of how I went broke.  Brought to you by Magical Ribbons.

First Hayley was born, and 19 years later I gleefully parted with close to my entire summer’s pay.  Notice I say gleefully because really it couldn’t be closer to the truth.  Now, as a 21 year-old Disney fan I am constantly trying to figure out ways to incorporate Disney into my life as a maturing woman (this is a really stuffy way of saying I can’t exactly wear kid’s costumes anymore and people give you looks when you’re dressed head-to-toe in Disney).  Enter Hayley, the solution to my problem, with cute bows in tow.  Guys, I don’t know if you’ve seen these but they are the cutest, most gorgeous things around.  I know everyone keeps saying this but I’m just gonna say it again: these bows are so beautifully made and of such a high quality you would think they were from a shop.  But no, just an amazing girl from Florida.  The minis are all so cute and I think the Woody one might be my surprise favorite.  (It miraculously ousted the Peter Pan one, which is inspired by one of my favorite characters.  Ever.) 

But Hayley’s not just a one-trick pony.  Oh no.  She actually gives you something that will have all other Disney fans clamoring in a matter of months I’m sure: customizable Minnie ears.  I’ve always loved the Minnie ears, they’re one of my favorite things Disney sells (mostly because the elastic on the mousekears bugs the shit out of me, not that it keeps me from buying a new pair every visit), and along comes Hayley with a way for me to make them totally my own.  I cannot tell you how excited I am to wear them with my Spider-Man or Iron Man bows and have people go “woah!  where’d you get those?!"  Hayley does a beautiful job alternating them for you (if you’re a lazy bum like me) and I can’t imagine you’ll ever run out of choices for them.

This is lengthy and full of big words, but the point is I am so excited to finally have these in my possession.  Hayley does a wonderful job and if you’ve been considering buying even one of her bows, do it.   They seriously are magical.

Earned It // S.W.
Anonymous requested:
Hey can you do an imagine where you and your best friend go to coachella and you run into a very drunk Samuel

“Coachella day two!” I sang to my phone with my best friend as we recorded a snap video. It was nearing sundown, and we’d surprisingly been off our phones all day, so now it was time to spam our snap story. We were on our way to Hozier’s set, dancing and humming along to whatever music was currently playing. It was midway through another snap story that I spotted a rather attractive-looking group of boys, and I blushed as I brought my phone down, knowing I had been caught. A few of them snickered, but it seemed to be in amusement rather than ridicule. I hadn’t realized I was practically frozen until my best friend tugged on my arm.

“Come on, girl, you’re drooling!” She teased, speaking loud enough for probably the whole crowd to hear. With one last glance towards the boys, I smiled then scrambled along with Y/F/N. “These Coachella boys are fine as hell.” She gushed as soon as we were a good distance away.

“Then why’d you make me leave?” I joked, playfully rolling my eyes. We weren’t here to hookup with random boys – we agreed on that before the trip. This was us time and music time. Speaking of the music, we were soon mixed into the crowd for Hozier, and suddenly all thoughts about those boys were thrown from my mind.

Throughout the next few hours, we went to various shows to pass the time. The acts we were intent on seeing were Tyler the Creator and The Weeknd, and finally the time had come. We arrived at the stage for Tyler half an hour earlier, although we didn’t care about how close or far we were; we just wanted to hear the music. As we were in the midst of small talk and updating social networks, a sudden eruption of noise sounded behind us. At first, I ignored it because it wasn’t unusual for groups to be loud and unruly, but then I felt a rather large figure bumping into my back, nearly knocking me and Y/F/N to the ground.

“What are we talkin’ here? We’re talkin’ big guns! Only the biggest guns!” The source was yelling, followed by melodious laughter. I admit I was a little peeved that this guy hadn’t been watching where he was going, but after a quick glance at him and his posse of four, I could tell some alcohol and marijuana were the cause for it. I recognized the group as the boys I had taken an interest in earlier.

“Yo, I’m sorry about him. He’s a little under the influence.” One of the taller guy’s friends apologized. This guy seemed to be a little more in control of himself. I looked at him again, laughing a bit.

“A little?” I questioned with a raised brow.

“This is the biggest Mike around!” He announced to the sky before hanging his arm around another tall blond guy. 

“Yeah, alright, he’s had a little too much of everything.” The second guy chuckled, shaking his head. “You here for Tyler the Creator?” I nodded, slinging my arm around Y/F/N.

“We’ve been waiting all day.”

“Nice. Mind if we kick it together? Swear I won’t let drunkie over there pull any dumb shit.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“It’s fine, you guys can stay. I’m Y/N, by the way, and this is my best friend Y/F/N.” I greeted with a smile. The male nodded as if to take note, then pressed a hand to his chest.

“Name’s Nate. These are my homies Dillon, John aka Swazz, Big Mike, and the crazy one’s Sammy.” They all gave their own salute, and then we all looked at Sammy who seemed to be in his own world. He was quite the show, I had to say.

“Is he always this way when intoxicated?”

“Mostly, yeah.” They all confirmed. Y/F/N laughed beside me.

“Seems like a lightweight.” She commented. Before any teasing could commence, the introduction to Tyler suddenly blared through the speakers, and our attention turned towards the stage as the music began. Dismissing the whole fact that we had just met, Y/F/N and I were one hundred percent comfortable turning up with the boys. Sammy in particular had caught my interest, however. Not only did his altered state amuse me, but he just seemed to be having the best time. He didn’t care that he was rapping all the lyrics wrong, and he sure as hell didn’t care about anybody judging him.

Time appeared to escape us, because before we knew it, his set was over and we were all hyped up. Looking at the way Sammy was able to actually form coherent sentences now, I assumed he had sobered up a bit, but I knew there would still be a little more of that in the near future. Meanwhile, Y/F/N had taken a slight interest in the other boys. It wasn’t anything serious, she told me, but I had a feeling that our pact would be broken tonight.

“Hey, pretty lady, how you doin’?” Sammy strode over to me as if he had just noticed my presence, which I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“I’m doing great. You having fun yourself?” I laughed softly as our group began to head to the main stage for The Weeknd. Suddenly Sammy’s arm went around my shoulders and half his weight was slung onto me. “Oh god,” I laughed as I struggled to help him walk in a stable manner. Thankfully I had Nate to help on the other side.

“What’s your name?” Sammy slurred, moving closer to my face. The boy had no consideration for personal space, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.” I answered politely even though he’d probably be asking again later.

“My name’s Sammy. I’m a rapper!” He hollered, causing the rest of us to laugh. We’ve heard him say that at least a hundred times since we met earlier. “D’you like rappers?”

“Yeah, they’re cool!” I said enthusiastically, as I would if I were speaking to a child. I mean, he sort of was one at the moment.

“Oh, d’you like me then?” Laughing, I gave a small pat to his chest.

“That I do, Sammy boy.” All of a sudden I was handed a plastic red cup from Y/F/N. I rose an eyebrow and gave her a look, to which she responded with a cheeky smile.

“What? Who says we’re not allowed to have a little fun ourselves?” She bumped cups with me then took a drink, raising the cup in the air and ‘woo’ing afterwards. I guess since everyone else did it… I shrugged then took a quick swig.

“Ayy! Now it’s time to turn up!” Nate hollered as we arrived at the main stage. The Weeknd wasn’t set to play for another twenty minutes, so we hung back and drank some more. Within that time frame, we talked a lot about each other and music. I learned that Sammy and Nate really were rappers, and they had stuff of their own. Having just done a show in Vegas, they were only going to be at Coachella for the night and a couple hours tomorrow, unfortunately. I was hoping to get the most out of hanging with them because they’ve honestly made this experience ten times better.

Right as The Weeknd started his set, I had my phone up to Snapchat for a bit until Sam took my phone right from my hand.

“What are you doing, crazy?” I laughed as I tried to get it back.

“Adding my snap and my number so you can hit me up after we leave.” He answered with a smirk. I smiled, grateful that I didn’t have to ask him. This led to everyone else exchanging numbers and social networks, and eventually we were all connected. I prayed to God that we’d be able to hang out sometime again soon. But for now it was time to vibe out to good music. It started off with the classic Wicked Games, and I couldn’t help but sway a bit as I poured myself another cup of alcohol.

“Don’t get too fucked, Y/N.” Sammy teased, watching as I downed half my cup. I swallowed thickly and squinted a bit at the burning sensation in my throat.

“Says Mr. Big Guns himself!” I yelled over the music, laughing. He gave a guilty shrug, flashing that charming smile of his.

“Oh, I’m always talkin’ big guns, baby.”

“Yeah? What does that even mean?”

“Uhh– Honesty, I don’t even fuckin’ know.” We laughed, and suddenly his arm went around my shoulders as we turned back towards the stage. I curled my arm around his torso as well, and we bumped cups before cheering for the music.

By the time the last few songs were being played, our group was practically gone in the head. We were on cloud 9, and I’ve honestly never felt better. So naturally, when Often pulsed through the speakers, my first instinct was to start dancing. It wasn’t long before I felt a pair of large hands on my hips, and I looked back to see Sammy. He smirked, nodding his head up as his teeth sunk into his lesser lip.

“What'cha doing there, stranger?” I questioned in an innocent tone, channeling my intentions through a sultry look instead.

“Just watching a sexy ass girl dance.” He answered simply whilst he danced along with me. As nonchalant as possible, I pressed my ass into him whilst moving and singing along to the music. “Gah damn, you are so sexy.” He muttered into my ear, eliciting a grin from me.

“You’re not too bad yourself, pretty boy.” Never in a million years would I have this much confidence whilst sober, but it was pretty freaking amazing to not have to worry about a filter. Before long, we had danced our asses off, and the set ended sooner than I realized. There was a last roar of cheers, and then the crowd began to move.

“Are you and your friend camping here?” Sammy questioned in my ear, moving his hands down to my waist. I nodded.


“We got a one-night tent. Y'all wanna come over?” Before I could answer, I suddenly felt him press his crotch against me, hard-on and all. “You gotta help me fix this, baby girl.” Even though it was dark, I was almost sure he could see my blush. I caused that?

“O-Okay, I think we can chill for a bit.” I nodded. As our group gathered up and began heading back to the camping site, I excused myself from Sammy to talk to Y/F/N. “He invited us to their tent.” I told her, attempting to seem less excited than I really was.

“Damn, he’s making hella moves.” She laughed. “You two gonna do the do?” My eyes widened as I hastily shook my head.

“We just met! Who do you think I am?” We both laughed, but I was completely serious. Besides, neither of us were fully sober, and that’d just be a mess in the morning. Y/F/N shrugged.

“He’s hot, and he’s totally into you. I mean, it’s simple addition here, Y/N. Or– more so multiplication if something goes wrong with protection.”

“Oh my god!” I hid my face as I laughed and shook my head. Laughing along with me, she put her arm around my waist and I did the same to her.

“Well if you change your mind, I’ll happily take the other boys back to our tent, so you two can have your alone time.” She flashed a wide smile. “But remember, the noise curfew’s at 1:30.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, playfully pushing her away as we arrived on the camp grounds. The boys led us to their tent and went straight inside. At this point the buzz was wearing off, although we were all still tipsy and wide awake. Following in after them, I crawled over to Sammy and sat criss-cross beside him. Not even a minute later, he shifted spots so that he sat behind me and I was between his legs.

“Too bad we can’t be alone.” He whispered behind my ear, laying a kiss there afterwards. I giggled at the feeling of his breath on my skin, moving my head away.

“We can later.” I told him quietly, uncrossing my legs and getting comfortable as I leaned back against his chest.

Alright, before somebody starts getting naked,” Dillon cleared his throat and all eyes were directed towards us. We just laughed, waving him off. “Y'all wanna smoke some?” He asked as he pulled a mini pipe out of his pocket. I looked at Y/F/N with a hint of a smile, to which she responded with a small clap. Free weed was difficult to get nowadays. After packing the bowl, Dillon took the first toke then passed it over to Nate. I watched as each person took a hit until finally it came to me. I lit it and took a hit, passing it back to Dillon as I blew the smoke out. The whole tent was hazy with smoke, and whilst the second round started, I played with Sammy’s fingers as if they were the most interesting things in the world. The pipe went around a few more times before the highs finally began to settle in. It was the most amazing experience I’ve had in a long while. When the pipe came around to Sammy once more, he suddenly sat up and moved back a bit.

“Come here, baby.” He spoke, pulling on one of my legs until I turned around to face him. He then pulled me onto his lap and wrapped my legs around him. I looked at him in confusion, but he just wagged his eyebrows once. He lit the bowl, his eyes gazing straight into mine as he inhaled the smoke. Then without much warning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, ghosting the smoke into my mouth. I’ve never had someone shotgun me before, but I can honestly say I have never felt more turned on in my life. As he slowly pulled away, that same smirk curled on his lips as his tongue smoothly rolled over the lesser. I blushed, giggling as I heard playful groans behind us.

“Boooo!” Nate teased as he snatched the pipe from Sammy’s hand. Suddenly the two of us were in a whole other world. I had my arms around his neck whilst his hands were stationed on the small of my back.

“You have soft lips.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. I laughed, scrunching my nose in the slightest.

“So do you.”

“Then I guess we’re perfect for each other.” He smiled at me whilst I laughed in a mix of my drunk and high glory. I would be laughing forever if it weren’t for Sammy’s lips on mine, inducing a whole new kind of high. The bitter taste of alcohol was still fresh on his lips, but if it meant that I could kiss him for as long as I wanted, I paid no mind to it. His hands moved all over my body, sending tingles in every place he touched. I was on fire.

The kiss felt like it lasted a lot longer than it actually did, but even as I pulled away, his lips continued on to my neck. I tilted my head on instinct, holding the back of his head whilst tangling my fingers in his hair.

“Sammy,” I breathed out, suddenly remembering that we weren’t the only ones in the tent. “I think I– I think I should get.. back.. to my tent.” The words came out slowly in between breaths, and I really didn’t want to stop, but I was becoming too aroused for my own good. He moved his mouth to my collarbones, pressing a trail of soft kisses across them before ceasing.

“Aw c’mon. You can stay with us tonight, can’t you?”

“God, I really would like to, but I can’t leave Y/F/N alone. Not to mention we paid an assload for our spot.” A distant pout settled on his lips, but he nodded in understanding. I gave him one more kiss on the lips before crawling off his lap and fixing my hair and clothes. Looking over at Y/F/N, I saw that she was practically knocked out beside the other boys. Damn, they must’ve smoked a lot more whilst we were occupied. I shook Y/F/N’s leg. “C’mon, sleeping beauty. We’re heading back to our tent.” Almost zombie-like, she sat up and had a woozy smile on her face.

“That was some seriously good shit. Props to you, bros. We gotta hit it again sometime soon.” She was starting to talk like them. I couldn’t help but laugh and agree with her. After she gathered her bag and said her goodbyes, she crawled out of the tent and waited for me outside. I looked back at Sammy.

“Wanna walk us back?” I grinned, raising my eyebrows to signal that we’d have a little more alone time then. He nodded enthusiastically, then informed the boys before we got out.

“Don’t tell me you’re bringing him to fuck in our tent. ‘Cause if you are, I’m keeping my ass here.” Y/F/N groaned. Despite Sammy’s look of interest, I shook my head and pushed him along.

“He’s just walking us.” I gave him a stern look, then laughed as he pulled me to his side. We had bought a car camping spot, so it was a bit away, but we managed to find our way through the dark. As soon as we got there, Y/F/N went into the tent and promptly crashed onto her sleeping bag. Meanwhile, I brought Sammy over to our car so we could talk without disturbing her.

“Do we really have to say goodbye?” He questioned dramatically, his hands finding my waist as he leaned back against the car door.

“Unfortunately.” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Will you even remember me tomorrow? I don’t think there’s been a single moment that you were sober.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“I’ll remember you.” He promised, laying a single kiss on my lips. I went in for another one, stretching up to reach him whilst he leaned down to meet me halfway. Before long, we were at it again. There was just something about his kisses that made me never want to stop. As his hands moved down to grope my ass, I moaned softly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks as I paused in embarrassment. “That was hot.” He chuckled.

“I’m not usually like this. Like– This is such a new thing to me.” I admitted. I don’t think I’ve ever made out in public, actually.

“Well then I better let you go before I drive you crazy, huh?” He teased, causing me to smile. With one last kiss, he let me go and held my hand as we walked back around to my tent. “Come find us tomorrow, alright? I wanna chill before we head off for San Diego.”

“Of course. Tonight was fun, thanks to you guys. Oh, and make sure to thank Nate and them. I had a blast, and I’m sure Y/F/N did too.”

“Fuck yeah I did!” She called from inside the tent. We laughed. Giving Sam one last hug, I looked up at him with a smile.

“See ya tomorrow, big guns.”

this is so long omg and it was a little difficult for me to write bc I’ve never been to a music festival let alone Coachella, but I actually did a lot of research in the process of writing this lol. technically they weren’t allowed to smoke or drink, but shhh this is fiction. anyway ahaha I hope you liked it, anon! I wasn’t sure if you wanted Y/N to know them or not, so I did it this way whoops

Requests are open!! (there’s currently 8 requests in my inbox though, so it might take a while to get to it. I’m sorry, bear with me!)

Last Night

I groaned as I felt the hangover from hell kicking in, waking me from sleep. The taste of stale cigarettes and the countless drinks I had drunk the night before almost made me heave but I managed to swallow it down and take a couple of deep breaths. Opening my eyes a crack I looked at the duvet covering me feeling the familiar sinking feeling in my stomach that had nothing to do with feeling sick, but everything to do with the slow realisation that this was not… my… bed… fuck. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm the panic that was starting to rise in my gut, I can’t believe I’ve done this! Oh God, what happened? Strike that I thought, as the hazy memories from the night before began to rise through the fogginess of my hangover. I think back to when my friends had left the club, I certainly remember clearly up until that point but as usual when I drank, I decided to stay without them, the alcohol in my system convincing me that it was a good idea and drinking more an even better one. A cough from behind me froze my body as I realised I had company in the bed with me. I felt the covers pull slightly and the mattress shift, and prayed that the man was still sleeping. After a couple of seconds I heard a low snore and breathed a small sigh of relief. I slowly rolled onto my back and gingerly leaned forward so I was sitting up slightly, leaning on my elbows and looked to my left. A broad, sculpted back faced me and I could just make out a tuft of darkish blonde hair at the nape of the man’s neck, the rest of his head burrowed under a pillow. As I looked around the rest of the room I sighed with relief when I spotted my belongings just beside the door, well my bag. My clothing was lying haphazardly around the floor along with the guy’s and I suppressed a small smile when I realised that my ‘dry run’ was over. Oh God when my friends find out they’re take the piss out of me so bad!

Feeling slightly better now the memories were surfacing I lay back down and shifted onto my left side so I was facing the back of, now that I remember, quite possibly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. And felt a bit awed that out of all the girls in the club last night, even the ones that were so desperate that they groped him at any and every opportunity without any consideration to him or the group he was with, shoving his friends and spilling drinks on girls that dared to talk to him or even approach him, he had looked at you and smiled. Not earth shattering I knew but still, it wasn’t every day someone that good-looking even saw you let alone acknowledged you were there so to be smiled at, a real smile without any hint of mockery or pity was so refreshing and unexpected I beamed back, uncaring of the scathing looks the desperate hags were throwing my way. I saw him get up from his table and shrug off the groping fingers that tried to cling to him and made his way to where I was standing at the bar. “Alright?!” He shouted, to be heard over the pounding music, leaning close, so close I could smell the vodka and cigarettes on his breath.
l smiled and went to answer… but words failed me and I ended up pulling a weird grimace as I tried to cover. I could feel my face burning as the desperate hags who had followed him over started pushing in and heard one clearly stating “I think you could do better than that fucking pig” and felt my gut plummet to the floor. Feeling tears prick my eyes I walked off to the stairs and headed down out the club. As I reached the exit I heard a shout and looking over my shoulder, saw the guy jogging down the stairs towards me. Surprised, I looked behind me and seeing no one else there I looked back just as he reached me. “Hey! Ignore them, you’re not leaving are you?” I shook my head and and showed him the lighter and cigarette in my hand. “Just needed a breather” I said with raised eyebrows. “Oh, cool! Mind I join you?” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and followed him out the door and onto the street already full with groups of people out for a smoke. I could feel myself blushing as I realised the guy was looking at me with a half smile on his face and thought, I need to make conversation… “So is that an accent I hear?” I ask “l’m not really good at them but think it’s australian yeah?” His smile widens and he nods as he lights his cigarette. “Listen, those girls back there, they had no right to say that, you know? It was fucking rude and so untrue I couldn’t believe it and told them so” I looked at him in surprise and couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped my mouth and saw him look at me back in surprise although hearing my laugh had made him start to smile too. “Thanks, but you didn’t need to, they’re not the first and certainly won’t be the last I’m kinda used to it, I guess normally I’m prepared for it so can just shrug it off but…“ Blushing again, you continued, “you kinda caught me off guard” Looking back up at his face I saw him smile again and as he flicked his butt onto the street he held out his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Jai” he smiles and holds out his hand. “I’m Y/N” I reply, lightly gripping his hand, I feel so silly now but all I could think about was how warm and big his hand was. I felt the almost forgotten tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach as I realised how much I really wanted to fuck him senseless and in response I could feel the dreaded burning in my cheeks returning and quickly dropped his hand, taking a step back and felt my face grimacing as I pulled an awkward smile to try and cover my fluster. I could see him studying my face and a small smile broke out again as he threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me back towards the club entrance. Quickly flicking my butt onto the street I let myself be led and almost jumped as I felt his breath against my earlobe as he whispered softly in my ear. “I think we’re gonna have some real fun tonight don’t you?” Turning quickly I looked into his face and saw the echo of my exact thought moments before. I laugh and continue up the stairs with him as I felt his hand stroke lower and lower down my back, my mood getting lighter and lighter with each step. That’s it! My very first fanfic so please be gentle! Feedback welcome 😊 🦄