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Breaking the Rules - part 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,395

Warnings: the usual 

A/N: I’m sure how I feel about this, but anyway…

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing when he saw you.

You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.

It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.

“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Fuck off!”

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Plot: You and Yoongi are best friends for years but now you’ve to leave for studies. Italy, your biggest dream. What’ll happen to your friendship with him once you’re gone?   

Pt 1; Pt 2; Pt 3; Pt 4; Pt 5; Pt 6; Pt 7; Pt 8; Pt 9 

Reading the last message you heaved your head and began to look around, search for your best friend.

It seemed almost impossible, maybe you were just dreaming. The desire to see him was so intense that your mind had started to play tricks on you.

Yet he knew that you were wearing his favorite hoodie, you had stolen it before departure. You wanted to smell his perfume and that was the best way.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“Nothing Katia… Maybe I’m just imagining it. ”  You muttered looking at your roommate in the eyes.

“Sure…? You loo—Wow he’s so fucking cool.”

“Who?” You asked while your body, automatically, turned in the direction your friend were watching.

And your heart lost some heartbeat at that time. Sejin was walking toward you, but as you was happy to see one of BTS’ managers it was the guy next to him what your attention was riveted.

Yoongi lowered his black mask and had that smile, his famous Gummy Smile that always managed to make you feel better. Without realising you got up from your chair, while tears annoyingly itchy your eyes, beginning to walk towards him.

Before were slow steps but after a few seconds your body as if it were completely disconnected from your mind, started running in his direction.

It was difficult that he hug someone in public, but when you jumped on him his arms were immediately on your hips. They gripped around your hips, leaning you and doing your body to stick to his.

The feeling of peace you felt every time into his arms invaded you immediately, making you feel at home for the first time in weeks.

“Hi Y/N” He whispered in your ear while you remain silent.

You hid your face against his neck, clutching more against him, trying somehow to hold back tears and sobs.

A few days before you had thought it was all ruined between you two and he had just surprised you by arriving in Italy, upsetting all your conviction.

“What … w-what are you doing here. ”

“I had to apologize in person. Just now I realized how I was an asshole. ”

You nodded, pushing aside your head to look him in the eyes. He brushed your cheek, while the presence of Sejin beside you was almost superfluous, because for you at that moment there was only Yoongi.

“It’s okay.. So now I’ll have to hit you, but I’m sure you’ll endure. ” You stammered, snatching another of his best smiles. “Or maybe I just have to keep my roommate away from you because she has already stated her judgement on you and is very positive.”

“I gotta go then?”

“Don’t you dare… You’re here, really. I have the best friend in the world. ”

“Yes, I can say the same thing.”

I hope you like it! - M. 

Seven Days With Bangtan | Jimin

Pairings: (Jimin/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,891

Tags: Submissive Jimin, Light Bdsm


You walk towards the bed, dressed in the white sheer lace that you knew he loved. The loud sound of your heels fill the room, watching as the smaller boy grunts and grumbles around. Trying to make sense of his surroundings as much as he could with a blindfold blocking his vision.

You watch Jimin as struggles against his restraints, the pink silk ties cutting slightly into the skin of his wrists. You knew they were going to leave some marks on his beautiful skin, the thought only making you smile lightly. You love how they looked against his pale skin, almost as if they complimented him.

You look up and down Jimin’s body, watching as your idea finally became a reality. You two had been talking about it for a while, deciding to try something new inside the bedroom. Although you did wait until a few months into the relationship before even thinking about it.

You and Jimin had been dating for eight months now. The relationship was going strong in your opinion, which is why you decided to bring up your little secret. But being someone who liked to take control during sex, but since most guys didn’t like that you did like to take extra precaution when bringing said subject up.

When you had first met Jimin, the first thing that got your attention was how quiet he was during most conversations. He would blush a lot when you tried flirting with him. You loved the way his cheeks would light up red whenever it was just the two of you talking.

You didn’t know if he would be up for something like this when it came to his sex life, so you finally asked him if he wanted to try something you wanted. It was extremely different to how it has been up until now. Surprisingly, he went along with him. Which in the end, made you a very happy woman.

You walk closer to the side of the bed, standing still as you look down at the squirming boy laying on the bed. You couldn’t help but stand there, admiring every inch of this boy. You still had some trouble seeing him naked, not that you ever heard a complain from him.

“Where are you?” Jimin asked suddenly as he hears the sound of your high heels stop in the room. “Please” he whimpers lowly, as he tries to figure out where you were standing. You tilt your head to the side, watching him struggle against the restraints once more.

Jimin was startled when he felt fingertips on his face, but soon you felt him melt into your touch as he let out a deep breath. You yank the silk blindfold off of his eyes, watching him blink numerous times as he tried to get used to the new light. His eyes finally meeting yours, before they ran up and down your figure.

Jimin raises his eyebrows as he notices the white lace lingerie that hugged your body. You laugh, watching him stare at you with his mouth half open. “You might want to shut that pretty little mouth of yours” You say as you walk back to the front of the bed.

Jimin watches your movements with an intense gaze as the white lace on your ass rides up a little. He quickly shuts his mouth shut, gulping as he felt his jeans get tighter around his thighs. Jimin’s eyes stay on your body as you stop at the end of the bed, licking his lips as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to you.

You tilt your head to the side as you watch him pull against the restraints once again. “I want to touch you” Jimin whined, “Please let me touch you” You watch with playful eyes as his hips thrust up in the air. His skinny jeans became more restricting as he became harder at only the thought of running his hands all over your body.

“And you will” you tell him, as you kneel on the bed. Running your fingers up and down his bare chest, feeling him tremble underneath your touch. “Just not now” Your shrug as you look down at him, “Eventually” you say as your eyebrows furrow.

You hear him whine once again as you pulled away. No longer feeling your touch on him, Jimin moved his hip in your direction. You smile slightly as you see him give you his famous puppy dog eyes.

He always knew how to make you give in, but right now you were the one in charge. You make yourself look away, before he could see you blushing. Clearing your throat, you continue with what you had planned.

“Now, now” you say as you straddle his waist. “We don’t want to seem eager now do we?”

“Yes we do” Jimin said in a breathy moan as he felt you grind into him, his hips thrusting up in the air. You felt just how hard he was whenever he did. “Please just touch me” he whines again, he felt like he needed to touch you and to not be able to, was torture.

You decide to please him, watching him squirm beneath you as you ran your fingers from his exposed neck to the top of his restricting jeans.
“You’re so pretty” you say to yourself as you see his abdominal muscles constrict against your touch.

You watch as Jimin moans once your hand comes into contact with his painfully hard length. “Will you be a good boy for me?” You say this as you lean down closer to his lips.

Watching as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your red colored lips. He quickly nods as he feels your hand squeezing him — he’ll do anything if it meant you would keep doing what you were doing.
“Good” you smile at the boy as turn around, your heat now near his face as you unbutton his jeans.

You watch with anticipated eyes as his member springs free from its confines. Smirking as you watch it twitch slightly.

“Can I taste you?” You hear a small voice say from behind you. You look over your shoulder at Jimin, watching with lust filled eyes as the smaller boy licked his lips in anticipation.
You smile as you turn back towards his length, grabbing a hold of its base, hearing him release a small moan.

“Go ahead” you tell him, moaning almost instantly when you felt his warm and wet tongue against your heat. You try to keep your composure as you felt his tongue push in.

Your hands tighten around his member, your breathing becoming heavier with each stroke of his tongue.

You bite your lip as you try to muffle the sounds that were threatening to come out of your mouth. You run your hand up and down his shaft, watching as the pre cum appears on top.

You pass your thumb through it, coating the rest of his length. You feel the vibrations against your clit from when he moaned. You decide to make him moan some more, placing your lips around his length.

You pass your tongue against his slit, tasting his salty pre cum as you took him deeper into your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat, gagging at the contact. Almost out of breath you pull away with a gasp, taking in deep breaths as you hear his sweet muffled moans coming from behind you.

You slide your hand up and down, as you stand up next to him. “Why? Please come back” you hear him whine, you didn’t bother to answer him as you went to the front of the bed, pulling down the jeans that seem to hug his lower half in all the right places.

Jimin watches as you throw his jeans somewhere on the ground, crawling your way up his body. He liked his lips in anticipation as you straddle his waist.

You grab onto his member once again, pumping your hand up and down making him moan loudly at your touch.

Your mouth opens up in a gasp as you slide yourself down his length. It had been so long since you had each other, he always seemed bigger every time you met.

You watch as Jimin arches his back, filling you up to the hilt. “That feels so good” you say.
You look at the boy beneath you as he nods eagerly, waiting for you to move.

You start moving your hips slowly in circles, feeling his member fill you up completely. The way he looked completely fucked out, his cheeks red and his head thrown back was enough to turn you on more.

You lean forward, your hand in his hair keeping his hair thrown back, your lips kissing his now exposed neck. Hearing him groan louder as your fingers in his hair tighten and pull tighter.

You lean back as you start to move your hips harder and faster when you feel him hit that special bundle of nerves that made you want to cum right at that moment.

You reach forward, your hands pulling on the loose end of the silk restraints. As soon as Jimin felt his hands the tie around his wrist loosen, he sat up. His lips come into contact with your neck as he starts sucking and biting against your sweet spot.

His mouth instantly finds the top of your breasts. Kissing and sucking, he was marking you with hickeys anywhere he could get his mouth on. Jimin wraps his arms around your back, feeling his mouth on your nipple. The moan you had been trying to suppress, escapes loudly.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other filled the room, as you both reach your orgasm. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” Jimin said as he released his cum into you. His hips thrusting up to meet your still moving ones. His whole body felt tired, even if it had been you that had done most of the work.

You whole body jerked at the force of your orgasm, feeling your cheeks warm as you tried to get your breathing back to normal. Your fingers were trembling as you lay your head on top of Jimin’s chest. You could hear his fast heartbeat go back to normal as the seconds pass.

You could feel him tremble beneath you as you place a kiss on his sweaty forehead. You pull away from him, laying down on your back next to him. Your mind still fuzzy about the events that had just happened.

“Did I do good?” Jimin asks as he crawls over to your tired body, looking down at you with hopeful eyes in his eyes.

You feel yourself unable to reply as you try to get your breathing under control. You look up at his flush cheeks, running your fingers down his cheeks as he smiles down at you lovingly.

“You did better than good” You sigh out, your mind still reeling, your thoughts were fuzzy and yet you knew you haven’t even begun. Jimin smiles at your response, nuzzling his face in your neck. You feel his hand running up and down your sides.

You smile knowing that he was willing to do this again, maybe not in the next few minutes, but you were more than ready to start round two.

“Wanna do it again?” You ask him. Jimin laughs into your shoulder as he nods. “Fuck yeah” He responds before placing his lips on yours.

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Tangled- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You were best friend with Tom until you moved to California. Six years later, you are a famous actress and don’t recognize him.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: There are time jumps: 2011, 2017, & 2019



“I’m not that excited about leaving, mum. I’ve told you all of this before- I’ve got friends here.” You sighed as you helped her unload empty boxes from her car.

“Why don’t you go inside? I’ll move these.” She said and you nodded. Following her directions, you walked up your driveway to your door. You opened it and were stunned instantly.

“Surprise!” All of your friends cheered, standing inside your entryway.

“What-” You started in confusion, but your best friend cut you off.

“We couldn’t let you leave without a proper farewell party.” Tom stated, giving you a tight hug.

“You shouldn’t have.” You said, looking around at all of your other friends with a smile on your face.

The party was the most fun you had had in months. Ever since the news of you leaving London for Los Angeles was announced, solemness seemed to take over all of your hang outs. Tom was the last one to leave for the night, as usual. You two stood on your front porch talking under the light from the moon.

“I hope you like Los Angeles.” He said.

“Me too.” You replied.

“And you promise not to forget us- forget me?” Tom asked.

“How could I forget you? You’re my best friend, Tom, and you did all of this for me.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N.” He took a deep breath before continuing his thought, “I did all of this for you because I wanted to be more than that.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes. I know this is terrible timing and that we’re young, but, Y/N, I love you.” Tom said. You inhaled a sharp breath at his confession. Sure, you loved Tom, but it felt more like a platonic love than a romantic love. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Enjoy California, Y/N. I’ll miss you. Farewell.” He smiled at you, before he left your house forever.

You stood on your porch for another moment, taking in everything you had just heard. Your best friend confessed his true feelings for you and you stayed silent, letting him walk away from you forever. Sighing, you stepped back inside your house.



“21 year-old Y/N Y/L/N stunned the D23 Expo red carpet as she promoted her latest work, Star Wars: The Last Jedi. In an interview with Extra, the Oscar winner discussed her excitement about the expo as well as her future films. When asked if she would portray the beloved Princess Rapunzel in Disney’s planned live-action film, the actress simply stated that she loved the character and would be open to play her. Do you think this rising star will be a good choice for the film? If so, who would you chose to be her Flynn Rider?”

“Can we shut this off?” You asked your hairstylist.

“Why? You don’t like watching media outlets talk about you?” She laughed, but doing as you had requested.

“Oh yes, I really enjoy watching them discuss ‘rumors’.” You said sarcastically, using quotation marks around rumors. Both you and your stylist knew you would be Rapunzel. You had landed the role right before the expo and Disney was keeping the news a secret, until they found their Flynn Rider. The casting team had finally gotten the list of possible actors down to nine and you were to do screen tests with them to see if they had any on-screen chemistry with you.

After going through eight of the actors and only somewhat liking one, you were exhausted.

“You can’t give up now. You’ve got one more.” Your manager said as you got some water.

“I know. I just hope this one isn’t as dry. I mean, they can all act and they all resemble Flynn in a way, but I just don’t feel like I could work with any of them for a few months. There was one, but even then I could imagine us being distant costars.” You replied and she rolled her eyes at you in a playful manner.

“Y/N, the last actor is here.” The director called for you. You headed back over to the new actor in the room.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I play Rapunzel.” You said, holding your hand out to him.

“I’m Tom, auditioning for Flynn.” He replied. As he shook your head, you felt him tense up.

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll do fine, Tom.” You stated, taking your seat in front of the camera.

“Right.” Tom said with a shaky voice as he sat down.

“And, action.” The director called.

“I know why you’re here, and I’m not afraid of you.” You said in a stern tone.

“What?” Tom asked in shock.

“I’m not afraid of you. How did you find me?” You questioned, sending him a faux intimidating look. He gulped, but didn’t reply as scripted. In an even more serious tone, you repeated it.

“I know not who you are nor how I cam eot find you but I may I just say,” He said in a sultry voice, before shifting to a more casual tone, “hi, how ya doin’? Name’s Flynn Rider. How’s your day going?”

“Who else knows my location, Flynn Rider?” You asked, unamused.

“Alright, Blondie-” He started.


“Gesundheit. Here’s the situation: I was galvanizing through the forest and I came across your tower and I-I- oh no, where is my satchel?” Tom asked, frantically.

“Somewhere you’ll never find it.” You answered smugly.

“It’s in that pot, isn’t it?”

“Cut!” The director said and the two of you stood from your seats.

“Good job, Tom.” You informed him, honestly enjoying his performance.

“Thank you. You too, Y/N.” Tom replied. You froze at his use of your name and he simply looked at you expectantly.

“Y/N-” Your manager called you over to her. She pulled you off to the side to discuss your schedule as the director spoke with Tom. Your eyes remained fixed on Tom as you tried desperately to place him, for you believed you had seen him before.

“Well done. I think you have a safe shot on getting this role.” You heard the director say.

“Really?” Tom asked in surprise and the director nodded.

“Alright, well, you best be going. Good work, Mr. Holland.” You jolted up immediately as you connected the dots. Your chair crashed to the ground and everyone looked at you, but your eyes remained fixed on Tom.

“Y/N, what is it?” Your manager asked, but you didn’t hear her as you made your way over to Tom.

“It’s you.” You said and he smiled.

“I was hoping you’d remember me.” He laughed lightly and you hugged him tightly in reply.

“I’m so sorry.” You pulled away from the hug and placed a hand on his cheek, “You look so different.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Tom asked.

“Good.” You replied, making both of you laugh.

“Y/N,” Your manager cleared her throat. You two returned to earth and pulled away from one another, “You two know each other?”

“Yeah, we were friends before I moved to L.A..” You explained. The director and the casting director gave each other a look and then silently nodded.

“Mr. Holland,” The director said.

“Yes?” He answered.

“You got the part.”

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise as Tom stood silently shocked.

“Of course. You two have history together and your on-screen chemistry was fantastic- definitely the most convincing Flynn we’ve seen all day.”

“Thank you so much.” Tom said, shaking the director’s hand politely.

“You’re welcome.”

“Y/N, your interview.” Your manager reminded you.

“Oh right.” You nodded and then turned to Tom, “I have to go, but would you like to meet up later?” You asked and he raised his eyebrows at you in shock, so you clarified, “You know, to catch up?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” Tom replied, taking out his phone and handing it to you. You did the same and the both of you put your numbers in the phone, before switching.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later.” You stated.

“Farewell, Y/N.” He answered, making you subconsciously blush. He left the room with a smile and you were rushed off to your interview, where you would confirm your involvement in the live-action version of Tangled.


In between breaks, you had set up a time with Tom for him to come over to your place in Beverly Hills. Right on time, he arrived and, a few moments later, the pizza replied.

“So, you left London and made it big in Hollywood?” Tom asked before he took a bite of his pizza. Tangled played on the TV in the background; the both of you decided to watch it together to better your understanding of the characters.

“It wasn’t intentional, but I found out that a lot of my friends at my high school were auditioning for this one role and I decided to try it out. It was the Fault in Our Stars and I somehow landed the role of Hazel Grace. I discovered that I actually loved doing it; it was fun, so I kept doing it. Now, I’m in Star Wars and I’m going to be a Disney princess.” You laughed with a shrug as if the outcome of your random idea was normal. “You were made for the spotlight- I wasn’t.”

“You were, you just didn’t plan on it like me.”

“Come on, Tom, you were Billy Elliot and I was that person in the crowd cheering you on.”

“Agree to disagree?” Tom suggested and you nodded with a laugh. “You really didn’t recognize me? You honestly had no idea I was famous?”

“Whoa, Tom, don’t sound too cocky there.” You teased.

“You know what I meant.”

“I knew that there was a new Spider-Man and that was it.” You said in all seriousness, “You know me, I’ve never been a fan of superhero movies. And I’ve been too busy with my career to see a Spider-Man ad and recognize it as my childhood best friend.”

“I feel like I should be offended by all of this.” He stated.

“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t watched any Spider-Man movies, but I’d still say you’re the best one.”

“That’s it! After this movie, we’re watching Spider-Man.” Tom said.

“Which one?” You asked.

“All of them.”

“There’s like ten!”

“There’s only six, including mine.”

“I’m not watching six movies in a night.”

“Of course not in a night. Some will be in the early hours of the morning.” Tom laughed and you groaned.

“Fine, let me get comfortable on the couch.” You said, moving from the table to the couch with Tom following you. He sat down and you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, just like old times.

You two remained like that for most of the movie. You did shift around to get more comfortable, but you still ended up with your head leaning on him, cozily snuggling up to him.

“You know you’re going to have to go through singing lessons, right?” You asked.

“Yeah. They made me sing for an audition and figured I was good enough to continue through the ranks and sing with you.” He replied as the lantern scene began.

“We should sing this, just because it’s the big duet.” You said.

“You really want me to?” He asked.

“You don’t have a choice.” You stated, making him chuckle. You begna to sing along with Rapunzel in the film, “All those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in, all that time never even knowing just how blind I’ve been,” You finished Rapunzel’s part and Tom took over for Flynn’s.

“All those days chasing down a daydream, all those years living in a blur, all that time never truly seeing things the way they were,”

You both finished off the song, and you smiled over at Tom.

“You’ve got a lovely voice.” He said.

“Thanks. You too.” You replied. His phone buzzed and he looked down at the text with a laugh, “What is it?”

“You remember Harrison Osterfield? My buddy from Brit school?” Tom asked and you nodded, vaguely remembering him, “He just texted me saying 'How’d your audition go? Did you meet Y/N? She’s Rapunzel- I can’t believe our friend is Rapunzel’.”

“Aw, so Harrison’s happy I’m a Disney princess now.” You laughed.

“Here, let me take a pic of you to send him. He’s gone piss himself.” Tom said, switching his phone to the camera setting. You smiled as he took a picture of you to send to Harrison.

“I’m glad you and Harrison are still friends.” You said, “I really missed both of you. I’m sorry, again, for not recognizing you.”

“Quit apologizing. If you hadn’t been on TV so much, I wouldn’t have recognized you.” Tom replied.

“You’ve watched my movies?” You asked.

“Who hasn’t seen Star Wars? And Harrison’s sister made him watch the Fault in Our Stars, so naturally he made me watch it with him.”



“Are you ready?” Your driver asked you as he prepared to open his door.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied and he nodded, stepping out of the car. He came around to your door and opened it for you. The screams increased in volume as you stepped out onto the red carpet. Your eyes stung already as flashes went off from every direction. You looked up down the carpet and saw Tom finishing up his photos. He smiled and waved at you, which you did back to him. You posed in front of the purple and pink background, reading Tangled in large gold letters.

“Y/N, is it true that you and Tom knew each other before filming?” An interviewer asked and you nodded.

“Yes, we were friends, but I moved away and then we ended up meeting again when he was cast as Flynn.” You explained. You were about to add more, but you were stopped when someone kissed your cheek. You turned to find Tom standing beside you with a large smirk on his face.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“Tom, I’m trying to do an interview.” You laughed.

“What? I can’t admire my girlfriend?” Tom asked as if he had done nothing wrong and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. He kissed you properly on the lips this time. “I’ll see you inside, darling.” He took off towards the entrance to meet up with his family and Harrison.

“I’m so sorry about that. He’s clingy.” You joked, despite being flustered.


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You asked for this, Teru-san, you did! XD Hanamiya, Midorima and Murasakibara heavily drugged from wisdom tooth removal, interacting with their s/o. I know we're all gonna love this! 8D

And this is how I dig my own grave. (T ‿ T) Well then. For those who haven’t seen it, I wrote this prompt for Kagami and Aomine before. Here’s the same thing for Murasakibara, Hanamiya, and Midorima

“Nnnnn, Chibi-chinnn, do you thinnnnk that if Okamura dies, his sideburns will crawl off his face and innnnvade someone else’s? I don’t wannnnna be the victim.” 

Murasakibara tilted his head, intending to rest it on top of yours, but he only got as far as touching his own shoulder with his ear, with a long way down yet to your level. He realised his miscalculation and straightened up, supporting the back of his head on the wall behind him to stare at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. 

“Nnnnnnnn, but if it happens, I’ll protect you, Chibi-chinnn,” he promised with a serious nod. His cheeks were a cute shade of pink. He sighed happily, wrapped his long arm around you, and squeezed you to his side. “You’re so softy-squishy-squish. Nnnnn, squish-squish-squishy.” He giggled, accentuating each word by squeezing you a little more. “Squishy-squish.”

“Atsushi… air…” you wheezed. Murasakibara loosened his grip and pulled you into his lap instead, cuddling you and slowly rocking the both of you side-to-side while he hummed off-key. He nuzzled your hair and let out another happy sigh.

“Nmmmm, you smell sweet, Chibi-chin, I could eat you up,” he murmured. “Nnnnoooo… wait, wrong word. Hmmmmmmmm…” 

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Anonymous Requested: After getting a phone call to bring Remus’ forgotten camera to the photography studio, James meets model Lily and the pair hit it off. READ ON FF

“You owe me.”

James Potter placed a hot mug of coffee and a DSLR on the messy table in front of Remus Lupin. Remus looked at the camera piece like it was made of gold and immediately took a swing of the coffee James had brought as spare. James looked around at his surroundings while Remus literally moaned into the cup of coffee. It was seven in the morning and Remus was already stressing, James could tell.

They were inside of a magazine studio office in London. Remus had his first major shoot of his life and was only slightly panicking—slightly being that he elft the hours two ours early and yet still forget his camera. There were a bunch of make up artists running around shouting for primer and dresses fashioned on hooks were passing quickly before James’ eyes. James was overwhelmed by the rushing and bustling of the photo studio and couldn’t blame Remus for looking so uncomfortable. Remus definitely preferred realistic photography and not corporate trash. Too bad for Remus, the corporate trash paid well.

A few models walked past, all their eyes trained to look James up and down like wolves, ready to devour him. James pushed his glasses up his nose as a blonde winked confidently at him. Remus didn’t notice the girls passing and instead, was practically hugging the camera parts James had brought him.

“Thank you,” Remus attached the pieces James didn’t understand to his fancy camera, “I couldn’t believe I forgot these this morning.”

“You were a little stressed last night getting ready.” James reasoned, not looking away from a sofa on the other end of the studio filled with girls in underwear, “What is this shoot for anyways?”

“Some famous underwear seller in America.” Remus wiped the lens to his camera before practicing a shot steadied in James’ direction, “They call their models, Angels.”

James knew exactly what company Remus was talking about. These girls were regular celebrities. He couldn’t believe that they were all crowded in one building for a photo shoot in their underwear. James’ dream come true, really. 

“Are you shooting them?”

“I’m shooting only one of their new Angels for a cover lineup.” Remus was short and James sensed the panic in his voice.

“You’ll be fine Remus.” James assured his mate.

“This is my first big gig.” Remus said anxiously, “What if I fuck it up?”

James slung an arm around Remus, “You’ve got this mate.” He said encouragingly, “You’ve always been exceptional at having an eye for this sort of thing.”

“Yeah,” Remus snorted, “When my models were you and Sirius—not professional models trained since they were five.”

“I was six actually.” A playful voice interrupted behind them.

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anonymous asked:

hi! I'd like to request a midoriya izuku x reader where the reader has a kind of average quirk (nothing crazy special like the child of all night or smth), and the reader and izuku are friends. if you wouldn't mind id also like to include something like how the reader is jealous of izuku and ochako, and is trying to hide their feelings. eventually the reader accidentally spills and tries to avoid izuku but they end up together! something really cute like that, please!

Yes! Great idea! Sorry that this took a while, I accidentally wrote too much… it was originally three pages on google docs before I edited it lol

- Eri


“(Y/N)! Hey! Wait up!” Was that Ochako? I looked back to see the small girl frantically waving her arms while running in my direction. I paused to let her catch up.

“Yeah?” I questioned as she came to a stop. She took a minute to catch her breath before responding.

“You left this on your desk! I wanted to return it to you!” She held out a black notebook.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I didn’t realize I’d left it. I wouldn’t have been able to do my homework without it!” I thanked her.

“Is your house this direction, too?” She asked. I nodded. We walked in silence for about two blocks before she spoke up again.

“Oh, yeah! Deku and I are going to go watch that one new movie tomorrow after school. You know the one? The super hero one? It has some really famous actors in it… I can’t think of what it’s called…” She trailed off.They were planning to go watch a movie together? Like a on a date? I could feel my heart sink. I had a *huge* crush on Izuku. This wasn’t good. At all. It really hurt to think that he was going out with someone else. Izuku and I are close friends, how come I hadn’t seen this coming? It was so obvious that they liked each other…

“Oh, wait! It’s called ‘The Return of the Dark Villain’… or something like that. Deku is really excited about it. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us! The more the merrier, right?”

Why was she inviting me on their date? I actually really wanted to see the movie, I was even the one who told Izuku about it in the first place. I had been hoping that maybe he might ask me if I’d like to go with him. I almost couldn’t bring myself to respond. Thankfully, I didn’t have to. She began speaking again.

“I have to turn here, my house is this way. You don’t have to let me know your decision right away. You can tell me in the morning. See ya!”

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a muddled blur. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I found myself waking up the next morning still fully dressed in my school uniform and surrounded by tissues. It took me a few minutes to realize what had happened, but as soon as I did, my mood fell. I stood and stretched, then I proceeded to get ready for the day. I almost considered skipping class, but I decided against it. Sighing, I grabbed my bag and began my short journey towards the school.

As I approached the gates, Izuku was arriving as well. He called out to me but I pretended I couldn’t hear him and walked into the building. If I looked at him I was sure I would start crying again. I entered the classroom and walked straight to my usual seat, dumping my belongings on the desk. Ochako came over to greet me.

“Hey, (Y/N)! So, did you make up your mind?”

“No, I don’t think I can,” I responded.

“Oh that’s too bad… Maybe next time, then?” She gave me a small smile. The bell rang right as Izuku entered the classroom. He tried to get my attention once again but I continued ignoring him. I spent the entire day making myself scarce. I ate lunch with some students from Class B because I knew Izuku wouldn’t think to look for me there. (The Class B kids were quite confused when I sat down, but I told them I was having relationship problems and they seemed sympathetic enough).

Eventually he caught up to me at the end of the day as I was getting ready to leave.

“(Y/N), is something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” Izuku’s eyebrows scrunched up in concern.

“No. Just go on your date with Ochako. You’re going to be late if you keep standing around here talking to me like this…” I replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

“What?! We’re not going on a date… Is that what this is about? You’re mad that I was going to hang out with her?” He asked.

“It’s because I like you, okay?!” I exclaimed.

“You… You like me?” Izuku’s facial expression changed into one of complete and utter shock. Realizing what I had done, I turned on my heel and sprinted away. For once, I was thankful for my relatively boring quirk, something that increased my speed and stamina.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Wait! Come back!” Izuku shouted. He tried to catch up, but to no avail. I eventually lost him and sprinted home. Why did I say that?! It must’ve sounded so dumb… I’m never going to be able to look at Izuku again…. He probably hates me now… I sat down on my bed and pulled out my notebook, trying to focus on something other than Izuku.

About twenty minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. I hesitantly got up to go answer it.

“Izuku?!” The poor boy was doubled over at my doorstep, breathing heavily.

“(Y/N)! I wish you wouldn’t have sprinted away so fast… You didn’t even give me time to respond!” He panted out, “I like you too!” Now it was my turn to be shocked.

“Huh?! But… what about Ochako?”

“Ochako and I are just friends!”

“But aren’t you missing the movie?”

Izuku shook his head, “She knew I had a crush on you. I was too nervous to ask you out, so she planned to convince you to come with us. She was going to say something came up at the last minute and leave us alone. I’m sorry that it upset you so much…” Izuku apologized.

I couldn’t contain my joy any longer as I leapt forward and enveloped him in a giant hug.

“So how about that movie?” Izuku asked. He offered his hand and I gladly took it.

“Of course,” I giggled.

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Was Nino dating two superheros? The answer surprisingly seemed to be yes!  Not that he was telling anyone about it.  Oh no!

The things started off slowly at first, get rescued by Chat Noir and a little flirty banter.  Be scolded by Ladybug for being too close to a battle and her being visibly upset even as he promises to be more careful.  Then there were the so called happenstance visits where Chat Noir would claim he was just in the area, or Ladybug wanted to check on the victims of the latest attack.

Nino wasn’t a complete fool, though he questioned if he was making too much of the superhero visits and their interest in what he was doing or thinking or feeling.  When the flowers and chocolates started to be given, he realized he wasn’t deluding himself. The first kiss he had with Ladybug was such a soft and quick peck on the lips it barely counted, but the one Chat Noir gave him a few days later left no questions!

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anonymous asked:

Could I have a scenario where Izuku is rescued by his s/o with a clairvoyance quirk please?

Here you go! I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 1,279

Sure, [Name] had promised Midoriya that they wouldn’t peak into his future whenever he went to work to fight crime. But, as they lounged on the sofa watching the TV, curiosity crawled right into their brain. It kept scratching relentlessly at their subconscious, bringing up the fact that the world’s number one hero had just departed to participate in a top-secret mission, a mission even they, the Midoriya’s closest confidant, didn’t know a single detail about.

Well, a peak will be more interesting than whatever I will be able to find on TV, they reasoned as they reached for the remote control to turn off the apparatus. Besides, it’s not as if I’m not going to see it on the news later. It’s not peeping if I’ll know about it afterwards. With that, they sat up straight and closed their eyes. Paying attention only to their breathing, they felt that unusual sinking feeling… soon enough, their entire body felt like it was floating down, down, down….

Only once they felt solid ground below their floating feet did they dare open their eyes, finding themselves face to face with a familiar freckled person. However, instead of the usual happy smile they gave them, a fully-suited up Midoriya had a determined look in his face, with a fire behind his eyes that gave [Name] shivers. He was looking though a small notepad that seemed to have some notes about his mission, which appeared to be alone, flipping through them again and again. It seemed like a calm night—until her thoughts were interrupted by a loud boom. Midoriya’s head shot up as he looked for the source of the noise, and without even hesitated, headed straight for the orange glow from a couple of blocks away. Even if they weren’t physically there, even if that moment in time hadn’t happened yet, [Name] quickly jumped out of the way and tried to follow him closely onto a busy street.

The green-suited hero was already helping victims as a large warehouse-like building consumed by flames when their significant other arrived panting. It was right across the street from a restaurant glowing from neon signs, where the victims were gathering to get some help. [Name] turned around for a second, as they took in their surroundings… They vaguely knew where this well-lit street was since it was near an important banking area, which would explain why there was just so many pedestrians and cars on the street. Out of the corner of their eye, they say Midoriya talking to a dirty couple that had just ducked out of the blazing building, and they motioned agitated towards the building. Something was in there, they figured, and they were not surprised when Midoriya stepped into the blazing figure at lighting speed.

What they didn’t expect was the second explosion. The flames shot out of the windows as they could hear, even from yards away, the cracking of concrete. The pillars that had been holding the structure up had been severly damaged, and in slow motion, [Name] saw how the building collapsed onto itself, sealing its contents in its fiery depths. Including their boyfriend.

[Name] gasped for air as they pulled themselves out of their vision and found themselves sitting in the living room of the apartment that, currently, they still shared with Midoriya. They glanced over at the clock on top of the chimney and realized, as they recalled the time lit up in one of the restaurant’s neon signs, that there was only 30 minutes left before they would lose their boyfriend. Without missing a beat, they jumped out of their seat, out of their apartment, and onto their bike, pedaling towards the area where they figured the incident would happen.

Boom! The sound of the first explosion echoed through their chest as they heaved on their bike. They were close, so close… They could see the fire consuming the building from a couple of blocks away and used it as their lighthouse. They were much closer than Midoriya was at that point in time, but they knew he would get there in a couple of minute. Their legs ached as they kept pedaling closer and closer. Maybe by now those exercise sessions would have paid off if they had just agreed to hanging out with Midoriya when he worked out…

They were just around the corner of the block the blazing building was in when they glanced down at the clock. Three minutes ‘til. Their heart lurched as they pushed their screaming legs and lungs one last time. They could already see the dusty people congregating at the restaurant with the neon signs and she could see Midoriya directing them to go across the street…

Just as the couple ducked out of the burning building, [Name] lost balance of her bike and fell off, rolling on the ground before running themselves the last couple of yards towards the famous hero. It felt like fate was against them as everything slowed down considerably.

“It’s the last thing I have of my mother,” the man gestured in a frenzy as he held another man in his arms. “It’s really important to me…”

“You said it’s on the third floor, right?” Midoriya asked with a kind voice. Their significant other’s heart tightened when they realized they were about to lose him because of his selflessness. The man nodded. “I’ll get it for you, but please… go to the other side of the street just in case there’s another blast.” He turned on his heels and that was when the tears started flowing out of [Name]. They were so close… so close… But, if they were that close to hear their conversation…

“Izuku!” They screamed at the top of their burning lungs. Where they had gathered such air, they weren’t sure when they were gasping. They threw their arms around Midoriya, causing him to lose balance, but was still able to soften their fall by wrapping his arms around them.

“[Name]?! What are you doing here?” He was already pushing them off as his mind was set to retrieve the item from the building.

“Don’t move! Don’t move!” They blabbered out in a panic as they fought his grasp and wrapped their arms tightly around his chest. The tears kept flowing, dampening his hero suit. “Please, please…” The energy released from the second blast not a second later threw them several feet away from the building, and thanks to Midoriya’s excellent response time, he again softened the blow to his significant other as they skid across the asphalt.

“God! [Name], are you ok?!” He yelled as they lifted themselves up from his other half. They stared up at him and, besides the slightly singed and torn costume, could notice that Midoriya was alright.

“I-I thought you were going to die…” They said as they finally pulled away from the shocked hero. “I saw it happ—” Just as they said that, the rumbling of the building collapsing caught their attention. The green-haired hero stared in horror as he realized just what they were talking about. He sat them both up and held them tightly against him as he felt his own tears swelling up. They looked up at Izuku’s horrified, but alive, expression, and couldn’t help pulling his face down to their lips, kissing him deeply for a little.

As soon as they broke the kiss, Izuku muttered, “… you saved me…” He kept staring at where the building once stood as the dust slowly cleared up and the flames died down. “You saved me,” he repeated again as he tightened his embrace around his number one hero.

jakovavich  asked:

You seem knowledgeable about this sort of thing so do you know if greatshields were a real historical armament or just something Dark Souls invented?

Well, there have been various forms of large shields, but as with a lot of historical weapon categories, these labels were largely invented by modern sources such as romanticising Victorians and fantasy RPGs (see most sword size categories). “Greatshields” is not a widely used or precise term, and Google searches seem to prioritize Dark Souls, though I do run a formerly DS themed blog. Also, as with all fantasy to real life translations, you have to cut the assumed weights by half.

The Romans used the scutum, one of the closest designs to the RPG-style “tower shield,” though a bit smaller and lighter and certainly not a block of iron. Similar and apparently larger shields existed in the ancient near east and Greece (the Mycenaean heavy shield comes to mind), used in large spear formations, and would reappear later in Renaissance pike formations. However, these “tower” shielders appear to have been armed with just the shield and simple side arms for emergencies such as a break in formation, and most ancient armies would have rather used the more flexible and fast “medium” shield and spear equipage (see that 5 seconds of rank and file in 300 before it becomes wacky wuxia jumpy nonsense).

Another form of large shield trades coverage of extremities for less weight and increased mobility and ease of use in mounted combat- European kite and the larger heater shields are examples. The most extreme is the famous “Zulu shield" (known as Iwahu to the Zulu, and more properly called nguni shields to be more inclusive of the peoples who use it) which often trades mass and overall ability to handle direct blows for a wide field of deflection.

One of the larger variety of European shields are the pavise, which were occasionally very large - mind you, pavises are less of a size category than a deployment method, meant to be set into the ground to provide cover for and against archers. The Metropolitan Museum in NYC has a couple of incredibly large ones that were obvious never intended to be weilded in melee. The pavise was a cheap and mobile compromise with the mantlet, which really blurs the line between a formation shield and a redeployable structure.

Pretty much nobody historically fought by wading into melee with the extremely large metal tower shields and a single-handed bludgeoning weapon outside of a formation. It would be too exhausting and too easily evaded. Looks cool though, and certainly sells the feeling of a hyper-protected juggernaut.
unreleased/unpopular  songs&covers

it’s come to my attention that many of the new one direction fans haven’t experienced the magic (hehe) of one directions unreleased songs and super old covers, so PLEASE do yourself a favor and listen to these, your life will change for the better.

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Almost Like A Horror Flick

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, murder, hostage, reader as bait, creepy clown mask (I have a sort of clown phobia so I put this just in case)

Word Count: 3118

A/N: This was written for Samii Gets Scary Writing Challenge @senselesssamii . Congrats on all the followers. My prompt was “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it?” This whole horror thing was cool to try. As always, no beta all mistakes min and feedback is more than welcomed.

Summary: You and Steve go for a night out at the movies. After the movie and on your walk home your night turns into something straight out of a horror movie.

Originally posted by fingerprintslikegalaxies

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who are the famous people in your setting?

even if your world lacks in ways to instantaneously share constant streams of information with technically everyone and literally anyone, there’s still gonna be people that everyone seems to know.

the royalty of the area (and the royalty of allied or enemy countries) are a given, but what about folk heroes? characters from legends that might be a little realer than you were led to think? some people are known by name, but is it even the right name?

heck maybe there’s some kid singing a song you never heard before so you ask them about that and they tell you it’s from “some bard who passed through here a while back. had some legit jams man.”

don’t forget to consider different levels of fame, there’s world-famous, but then there’s long, winding (very traceable) trails of “this one stranger passed through here, fucked some shit up, then left in that direction”

what happens if your PCs come into some fame?


Zenmasters AU Week: day two: modern setting au (part 1) ♡  or the one where Hyde is a tattoo artist and Jackie is a famous make-up guru on youtube.

Jackie’s channel started out as a joke. Donna was overseas, living with Eric, so Jackie wanted to find a way to improve her friend’s horrible make up skills so she started making these videos that were directed only to her. But more and more people started watching them and before she even knew it, her channel had more that 5.000.000 subscribers and she was doing interviews with celebrities and all these famous people and most importantly: people were appreciating her skills. Hyde is still learning to deal with his girlfriend being famous and hanging around people like Justin Timberlake but as long as she is happy, he doesn’t really mind.


harry edward styles // i feel like when people label people as “famous,” they take away a lot of substance that they have as a person. so you don’t remember someone as “he was funny,” or “they were really nice and giving.” it’s like “they were famous,” and then it becomes a thing where anything after that, whatever you choose to do afterwards… if it’s not as famous, or more famous than it was before… it’s considered a failure. and that’s a shame, because it’s not a failure, always. 

What Goes Up… A Mile High Club Ed Sheeran Oneshot! (NC-17/MATURE for SEXYTIMES!)

Another airplane.  Never being big on flying meant that having a boyfriend whose main mode of transportation was, in fact, airplanes, was sometimes a difficult thing to deal with. Airports, with their hustle and bustle, crowds up crowds of people, loud overhead announcements and let’s face it, never ending wait times, were one of your least favourite places.  You were currently camped out in the world’s most uncomfortable chairs, after yet another flight delay, waiting for your phone to charge enough actually provide some desperately needed entertainment. You stretched your arms up, your legs out and your neck sideways, when from your left you heard what might be one of your favourite sounds in the entire world; your boyfriend’s giggle.

“Have you seen this video??”  Ed asked.  “This bloke must have crashed off that bike 3 times!”

As you shook your head no, you couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm.  His penchant for random YouTube videos knew no end most of the time, especially when long waits and travel were involved.  He looked back down at his MacBook, and you took that opportunity to enjoy the view (a frequent occurrence, now that you think about it).  Sometimes you didn’t know where to look first. His clear blue eyes that you had a tendency of losing yourself in? The smile that lit up his whole face? The precious dusting of freckles that were sprinkled across his cheeks (why he was so self-conscious about them you would never know)? Or his sweet, soft, perfectly pink lips?   Then there was his hair.  That fluffy, soft mop of beautiful Gingerness that if you had a choice? You’d never keep your hands out of.  It was currently sticking out in all directions with his favourite Beats headphones squashing it down, but the way the light was hitting it…so pretty. So sexy.

Of course, you knew you were for sure NOT the only one who had developed a healthy appreciation for the beauty of the Ginger Boy sitting next to you, not by a very long shot.  Millions of girls, both young AND old would kill for the chance to experience just a teaspoon of what you two shared.  You had known Edward Christopher Sheeran since you were grade schoolers, long before his voice and his lyrics became famous the world over. Platinum records, world records, sold out stadiums, and now even a Grammy winner, his face and his voice were known and adored by millions of people. More than a little selfishly, though, you enjoyed being able to say he was yours.  It may have taken a long time, but the day you both suddenly realized that maybe what you shared was more than just best-friendship…it was the best day of your life so far.  Everything had changed, and you wouldn’t go back for a single second.

One of the things that you loved the most about him, even before that love was, well, “in-love”, was how big his heart his.  He never thought twice about making time for other people, and finding the one thing that would make someone smile or brighten someone’s day.  He was the least selfish, most positive person you knew, and the fact that none of that had changed in the slightest despite his mind-staggering fame, was one of the things that made him such a catch.   The screaming crowds, millions of fans, and never-ending media was something you weren’t sure you would ever be accustomed to, but in spite of all of that, he was just Teddy. Your Teddy.  

He was sitting crookedly in his chair, one leg tucked under him, and wearing one of your favourite sweaters, a soft gray one that he had currently pushed the sleeves of up his forearms.  His glasses were sitting low on his nose, and as he absent mindedly shoved them back up his face.  You couldn’t help but think how absurdly sexy the damn things were.  He hated them, would probably burn them if given the chance, but the poor boy was blind as a bat without them, and so they stayed.  You could never keep track of which pair of sneakers would find their way to his feet on any given day, he literally must have HUNDREDS of pairs, but the red ones he was wearing today were definitely your favourites.  Add in those tight black jeans, and the colorful ink on his arms that was peeking out from his pushed up sweater sleeves…Damn.  If you weren’t sitting in airport right now…

“SHIT” you yelped, as you felt two fingers very suddenly run down your bare arm.  Having been lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Ed put his laptop away and focus his attention on you.  His head fell backwards as he laughed at your reaction, obviously enjoying the fact that it took next to nothing to scare the living bejesus out of you.  

“EVERY time, Love?”  He smiled widely, a twinkle in his eyes.  As you were a mature woman and older than Ed, you figured it was best to take the higher road.  By sticking your tongue out in his direction.  

“Not my fault my boyfriend is nothing but a Hobbit Man-child!”

“Hobbits have big feet, you know.” He laughed.  “I thought you liked men with big feet!”

Your mind immediately went to the size of his sneakers, and you giggled, thinking about the continuous online buzz that seemed to constantly surround Ed and what he was presumably hiding in those tight black jeans. Little did they know, it was more than just rumours, and the enjoyable fact that you had full access?  Yes MATE, as Teddy would say.  You had cackled out loud a few times at the obsession with “The Bulge”, as had Ed, but really, they were spot-on. It was…well.  There were times the “impression” he left had you walking bowlegged the next day.  If they only knew….

“Should I ask what’s going through that mind right now…?” Ed asked, seeing the evil grin tugging at your lips.  

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Harry Styles: Secret Girlfriend.

Words count: 854

Warning: none 

 Summery: You are a famous model and dating Harry, but keeping it secret. But not for long. Set before they take the break.

“The super model (y/n) has been seen around the boys of One Direction, rumors sat she’s dating one of them, but we’re still not sure which one.” The woman on the TV said and you sat down on your chair getting ready for tonight. It was the Grammy’s, you were so excited.

You laughed at the TV, the press still haven’t figured out that you’re dating Harry. You and Harry met through mutual friends and hit it off right away, and decided to keep it a secret, and after five months of dating the press was finally started to catch up.

Your stylist was doing your hair and you decided to teas your fans by posting a picture of you with your hair and makeup done, but not with the dress, as you wearing a silk rob.

It got likes on Instagram right away. You got into your gown when you got a notification. You opened your Instagram and saw that Harry likes and commented on your picture.

‘Looking as beautiful as always xx.’

The media will definitely eat this up. You walked out of the hotel room with your manger and you went into the black car waiting for you.

Once you got there screams were heard everywhere, you knew you had fans but they never screamed that much, you looked down the red carpet and you see why everyone was screaming. One Direction has arrived.

You walked down the carpet taking pictures and signing a few pictures and posters. Until One Direction reached you.

“Hey guys.” You said smiling, they all smiled at you especially Harry. They all took turns hugging you. Harry’s arms were lower than the rest of them.

“Come on, let’s take pictures.”

You all posed for the cameras and flash lights were all you could see. You were asked by everyone who you were dating, and you almost told them to just be done with it.

Then the boys went for their interviews and you walked the rest of the carpet alone, wishing Harry would walk it with you.

Your seat was in between Cara Delevingne and Justin Timberlake. You met them both before, you were close friend of Cara’s.

The show began, you left your sea in the middle and walked backstage seeing as you were presenting the best boyband award. You got ready, and right before you walked on stage you were handed an envelope.

“HI, how is everyone doing so far?” You heard cheering. “Good, now it’s time for the best boy band this year. All the nominees are amazing, but sadly only one will leave with the crown, before I announce the winner let’s see who’s our nominees.”

The screen then showed who was nominated.

“Wow, it’s really tough this year, let’s see who the winner is.” You said and opened the envelope after a bit of struggle. “Okay, finally opened… and the winner tonight for the best boyband is… ONE DIRECTION!”

Screams from the fans and clapping was heard from around the room. The boys all stood up and made their way to the stage. You gave each of them a hug, Harry was last to reach you. His eyes locked with yours, and guess what he did… yes you guessed it! He kissed you, not a kiss on the cheek, oh no it was a full on the lips, it was a quick one but none the less a kiss, the room was filled with even more screams.

You were shocked, but stepped back for them to give their speech.

“Wow, we really want to thank our fans who stood by us.” Liam said holding the award. “We would like to thank the big teams that’s behind our music and again thank you to the fans, you’re the reason we are here today.”

Harry took the mic and you held your breath, knowing that’s something is about to happen.

“Also a massive thank you to the women in our lives.” He turned to you when he said that and winked, you just shook your head and blushed deep red.

The crowed laughed as became visible on the big screens.  After that you all walked off stage, Harry was by your side before you were off stage and put his hand around your waist.

“You cheeky bastard, you could have warned me.” You said hitting him with the back of your hand, on his chest.

“Sorry, babe couldn’t help it.” He said and kissed your cheek, the camera men backstage could this, this will be all over the news tomorrow.

The rest of the night you spent as much time with each other as you could. Louis took a picture of you two kissing in the after party. Harry posted it on his Instagram 

and you posted a picture of you two slow dancing.

Its official the whole world now know about you two, and you couldn’t be happier. Your life became so much easier after that night, you and Harry went on dates not afraid someone will catch you together. You became the perfect couple, the couple everyone wanted to be like.