please can i be your best friend yet

I Thought We Already Weren’t (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,413 (sorry, got carried away again)

Warnings: Angst

A/N: heyyy more angst! sorry this is quite late, but I finally figured out how I wanted this imagine to go. I did try to shorten it a bit since it is quite long, but I guess this is as short as it’s gonna get 😂 hope you like it, anon! ❤️❤️

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“(Y/N)!” your name carried through the halls above the chatter of the student body. Eyebrows furrowed, you jerked your head out from your locker to see who was beckoning. You spotted Peter’s dark curls bobbing amongst the crowd towards you.

“(Y/N),” Peter gasped. He leant against the locker next to yours, breathing heavily.

You raised your brows in amusement. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what would motivate Peter to run.

Peter swallowed, “I need your help.”

“With what?” you turned back to your locker to shove your math textbook inside and grab your jacket.

“Ummm… well… it’s about…” he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and leaned closer. “It’s about Liz.”

You tilted your head away from him slightly to hide the anguish that quickly flashed on your face. “What about Liz?” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm. A difficult feat, as you felt a pit drag your stomach and your breath catch high in your throat.

“I—I uh—well—I have a date with her,” he stammered

“What?!” you exclaimed, shocked. “Wow, Peter!” You tried to shove out any tone of sadness in your voice. You knew how much courage it must’ve taken this nervous but excited and eager romantic buzzing next to you.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Did you just ask her?” you guessed.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” his ecstatic state quickly turned into a more panicked one. “But I need your help. I have no idea what to do!”

“For the date?”

“Yeah!” Shutting your locker, you swung your jacket over your shoulder and headed for the school doors. Peter bounded after you. “Please, (Y/N)!” he pleaded.

You shoved the doors open, “Why aren’t you asking Liz, though? Isn’t the date with her?” You worried that that might’ve been a bit forward in revealing your subtle bitterness.

“Well, yeah but I—I wanted to surprise her. And I can’t ask Ned ‘cause I don’t wanna mess this up, I mean no offense to him, but you know—(Y/N), you’re my only other friend who can help me!” Your stomach twisted at that word. Friend.

“When is it?”

“Friday.”

You sighed, conflicted yet sympathetic. Here he was, the best friend you had slowly but undoubtedly fallen for, asking for your help with someone else. Of course you were jealous. Of course you were dejected and feeling a bit betrayed. But of course you were going to help him. Because, dammit, you were proud and happy for him, too.

After two years of daydreaming, confiding, and awkwardly trying, he had finally gotten courage and motivation to do something about it. You saw how he lit up when she merely looked his way, how he melted whenever she said something nice to him, how jittery and nervous he got whenever he was within a ten food radius of her. You weren’t about to take that away from him just because of your unrequited feelings; because before he was ever your crush, he was your best friend.

“Okay,” you replied. Hope and relief immediately washed out all desperation on Peter’s face. You couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile.  

“Really?!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” you cheerfully affirmed. “Just, uh, come over later tonight so we can think of some ideas.”

“Thank you! Really, (Y/N), thank you so much!” Peter squeezed you in a tight hug that you half heartedly returned. He suddenly pulled away and reached for his phone. You already knew what it most likely meant, so you started past him.

“I’ll see you around seven?” you called back. Peter was already running the opposite direction.

“Uh yeah! Seven’s good!”


Groaning, you got up from your chair and stretched your arms above your head. How could simple chemistry equations somehow make your entire body ache?

You were about to plop back into your chair when a tapping came from your window. Glancing at the clock that read ten minutes past eight, you trudged over, unlocked it, and slid it up.

“Sorry I’m late; some nut job decided tonight was a good night to rob a jewelry shop.”

“Hm,” you nodded as you headed to your desk. Peter stumbled through the window, leaving it open for a quick getaway.

“Your folks home?”

“Nah,” you shrugged. “Both have meetings.”

Peter slipped his backpack off and slumped onto your bed. “So,” he rested his elbows on his knees, “Any ideas?”

You swiveled your chair around. “Not really,” you confessed. “Nothing’s really come to mind.”

Peter hung his head down, groaning, “What am I gonna do?”

“So… okay then. What do you want to do?” you inquired.

“I dunno! I was thinking maybe just dinner and a movie? Chill, not to much fancy expensive stuff…”

“No, no don’t do that. That’s typical, not surprising at all.”

“Ugh,” he muttered. “Has she ever said anything about like what her ideal date would be?”

“Don’t think so…” you racked your brain. You didn’t know Liz too well. Sure you’d shared some classes with her these past two years and had gotten to know her well enough. But you weren’t the best friend she’d confide to about relationships and dating. You also weren’t going to give up your ideal date for Peter to create for someone else.

You both sat in silence, thinking. There was a slight tension in the room that you both could sense, but it was hardly enough to make the setting awkward. You’d also never let it get to that point either.

“I know she likes picnics…” you offered. “Maybe you could get takeout from her favorite place and take her on a picnic somewhere?”

“Oh yeah…” Peter sat up. “That sounds cool!”

“And it’s not super expensive.”

“But do it kind of late-ish,” you added. “And maybe on the roof of a high building. So it’ll be darker and better for star gazing. Liz loves stars.”

“Yeah… yeah, yeah! That’s great; that’s awesome! Oh, okay okay! I got it,” Peter leapt up from your bed and raced over to embrace you once again. “Thank you, so much, (Y/N)! Thanks for being such a great friend and—and helping me and WOOH!” he whooped as he skipped to grab his bag. “I’m gonna go scope out some places…”

As he squeezed through the window you chuckled, “Okay…” That nagging feeling began to creep up on you, and you put your head in your hands. You knew the petty thoughts would begin to fill your mind soon.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. You knew there was nothing you could do to change his mind. But you couldn’t stop it. You were mad at yourself for believing you could ever compete with a girl like Liz Allen. You hated having these feelings of envy and betrayal, because you knew they were futile. It was pointless; this was only going to make you feel even worse.

Okay, you told yourself. Calm down, stop thinking like that. Just be happy that he finally got his chance with Liz. Repeating this over and over didn’t help. Okay… Maybe the date will go bad— NO! No, God, why even think like that?! Okay, maybe the date will be okay but Peter will figure out he doesn’t really like her? Ugh why am I LIKE this?! You felt completely horrible when you realized you actually found solace in that last thought. Deciding you needed to just distract yourself before you could torment yourself any further, you turned back to your notebook with a sigh.


Four weeks and five dates later, wherever you saw Peter, there was Liz. Your one solace, your one hope had fallen through. Peter had begun to hang with you and Ned less and less as the weeks went by. His spontaneous midnight visits had stopped altogether, and sometimes wouldn’t even answer your texts for a good few days.

Distractions were helping less and less as well. No matter how many songs you blasted in your ear, or how many fanfics you poured over each night, or late night calls with Ned about any movie you two could find; the envy kept gnawing away at you. But poor sweet Ned. You finally broke and confided to him; keeping it in was just too much. And try as he might to help you try to get over it and keep you distracted and happy, you both knew nothing was enough.

It also didn’t help that Liz would often come to Peter when he was at his locker. Right next to yours. Even though they tried to keep their voices down to small murmurs, you could hear every sickening and sappy word pouring from their mouths.

“God, I think I love you.”

You froze, gripping the textbook as if it were your composure. That phrase had managed to slip through all the ambient noise and ruckus echoing through the hallway and reach your ears. How many times had you wished to hear those words from him, only for them to be meant for someone else?

Well you certainly didn’t hear much after that. You didn’t hear Liz’s reply, or Ned’s greeting, or your locker slam. The only thing that your ears registered was your booming heartbeat. You felt your whole body heat up, searing with anger and jealousy. You wandered away from your locker, away from them. Meandering through the crowd of students, you couldn’t think of where to go or what to do.

An obnoxious voice broke through the pulsing in your ear.

“Hurry up, move it, (Y/N)!” Flash complained as he breezed past you. “What’re you waiting for? Your imaginary boyfriend to become real?” he jeered.

A sudden drive and confidence took over you, fueled by the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make Peter hurt. Hurt like you were. And you knew just how to do it.

“Well that’s up to you, Flash!” you called. Flash whipped around, confused. It morphed into amused as you jogged over to him.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms.

“Pick me up, my place, Friday at seven,” you challenged. Flash’s face dropped into bewilderment. “Wear something nice,” you added, brushing past. “I expect to be wowed.” As you pushed open the school doors, smirking, you could perfectly hear the shock that rippled through the silence of the hallway. This was certainly one way to get over it.


*tap tap tap*

You startled up from your chair, not sure if you had really heard it. You went over to your window and opened the blinds revealing the red and blue figure. Sliding it open, you leaned out on your elbows, blocking him from coming in but opening yourself to conversation.

“Hey,” Peter breathed.

“Hey.”

He shuffled anxiously, tugging at the mask in his hands, “Can I talk to you?”

You shrugged, “I’m listening.”

“Why—” Peter took a deep breath. “Why’d you ask out Flash?” he timidly asked.

You stiffened. “Because.” Guilt started to take the place of resentment in your gut, but you shoved it away. You could tell he was concerned about you doing something so out of character and ridiculous on all accounts. However you refused to sway from your choice. You weren’t going to to back to sitting around moping about how he was with Liz.

“Because why?” he demanded.

“Because I can and I did.”

“But when were you interested in Flash?”

“When was it your business?”

“Since you’re my friend!”

You scoffed, hurt. “Am I?”

Peter squinted at you, “Y-Yeah. Wh—Why do you have to ask?”

“‘Cause it doesn’t feel like I’ve been!” you cried. The rest of your anger was spilling out, but with a different tone this time. This wasn’t a revenge thing or a spur of the moment vent-all-your-feelings session. This was everything that was buried deep, everything that wasn’t revealed to Ned, everything that really hurt.

“You’ve constantly ditched on stuff ‘cause you’d rather go to something else with Liz! You’ve left me and Ned hanging countless times. If it was because of Spiderman stuff, then I’d be more understanding, but it isn’t. You’ve just replaced your true friends with the girl you’ve been oogling for years!” your voice rose several octaves. “You never reply when we text, and you never answer when I need you or even when Ned does! So no, Peter, it doesn’t feel like I’m your friend anymore.”

Neither of you moved, too stunned by the words floating in the thick tension between you.

“So this is a jealousy thing.”

“What?!” you screeched. “That literally has nothing to do with what I just said—”

“No! No no no, it does!” Peter retorted. “You’re jealous because I’m spending more time with her, I get it—”

“No. You don’t.”

“No, I do! Look, I’m sorry if I’m not spending every waking moment with you guys like I used to, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore.”

“NO!” you cried. “No, Peter! It’s not because we’re not hanging out as much, it’s because we’re not hanging out at all. You’re always so distant with us now and you ignore us and—”

“I don’t ignore you guys!”

“Uh, yeah you do—”

“If I did, then I wouldn’t know that you asked Flash out, and I wouldn’t be here asking why the hell you’d ever do that!”

“Again, what the hell does it matter to you?!”

“He’s a douche!” Peter flailed his arms. “He’s an arrogant, spoiled asshole who’s so insecure that he goes around teasing people. He even teases you, (Y/N)! And you asked him out?!” He howled. Peter took a step towards your window, and you withdrew a little. “He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N), and you don’t deserve to put up with that piece of shit—”

“You know what?” you glared at Peter, seething, blood boiling for the second time that day. “Yeah, you’re right: he’s a piece of shit who only cares about himself. But I bet he’s still gonna be a better shitty friend than you’ve been this entire month.”

Peter took a step back, appalled at what he was hearing. He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” he whispered.

You reached up for your window and numbly slid it shut. Knowing he could still hear you, you muttered as you closed your blinds, “I thought we already weren’t.”

Captain America: Prejudiced Fans

Ok so rant post because this literally kept me up for hours last night.

Why is Tony Stark perceived as the Villain in Civil War?

There is no legitimate reason for this.

“But he made Ultron and tried to hurt Bucky!”

Ok, sit down. Let’s talk about Ultron, shall we?

If we REALLY want to discuss whose fault Ultron is, let’s go way back to this movie:

In this movie was a character called Loki, whom you may remember and might recognize as second from the left on this poster.

Loki was the main villain of the film, and Thor failed to incarcerate him at the end of the movie. Loki went on to bring the mind stone (AKA the basis for Ultron) to Earth. Therefore, it is Thor’s fault for not stopping Loki.

But let’s move on from that. Assuming that Thor couldn’t have stopped Loki, whose fault was it?

Actually, it is arguably still Thor, seeing as he brought the Tesseract back to Asgard at the end of the Avengers, but failed to grab Loki’s mind control stick on his way out the door.

Even clearing him of charges for that, we could argue that it’s Steve/Clint/Natasha’s fault, because I’m going to assume that SHIELD took the staff, and because of that, the staff found its way into Hydra’s hands.

Then we have Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Let’s pretend that Steve/Clint/Natasha DID see the staff into SHIELD custody. Apparently they weren’t concerned enough about the fact that, y’know, SHIELD was actually Hydra and therefore Hydra had the staff of mind control in their possession, which makes it their fault. At this point,  Steve/Clint/Natasha becomes Steve/Clint/Natasha/Sam.

However, this STILL isn’t the end of the story.

Somehow, Thor fails to care about any of these developments in the Dark World, so it’s back to his fault.

The entire Avenger’s cast FINALLY cares about the fact that the Staff is held by Hydra when Tony comes back on the scene (huh) at the beginning of Age of Ultron, at which point Tony goes after the Staff. However, while this is the first point at which we could reasonably claim that it is Tony’s fault, we immediately switch over to this:

In case you weren’t freaking paying attention, this is Tony seeing an alternate past where the world ended and all of his friends were dead as a result of him not doing enough.

Immediately after this we get this line:

[Pietro and Wanda watch as goes Tony grabs the scepter]
Pietro Maximoff: “We’re just gonna let them take it?”
[Wanda smiles to herself as Tony takes the scepter]

Are you really going to tell me that little smug grin doesn’t belie that she knows exactly what’s about to happen? Even if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure she said something to the effect of, “He’ll do what he thinks he has to” or something to that effect.

Therefore it is clearly Wanda’s fault.

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

Tony then asks Thor for permission to monkey around with the staff, making it Thor’s fault, and then Bruce and Tony work on the staff TOGETHER, making it JOINTLY their fault when Ultron comes to life.

So great, we have now found fault in every Avenger except for Rhodey and Pietro at this point.

Except, Tony/Bruce think that Ultron failed. The second they find out that he didn’t the Avengers mobilize and come fairly close to beating Ultron. Tony can easily out-program Ultron, because we’ve seen him literally hack his own equipment while fighting numerous opponents - one on one with Ultron shouldn’t be a problem.

But these two butts show up and proceed to compromise every single Avenger except Tony and Clint.

Not only does the Witch send Natasha/Steve/Thor into visions, SHE LITERALLY MANIPULATES HULK INTO ATTACKING A WAKANDAN CITY, FORCING TONY TO END HIS ASSAULT ON ULTRON FOR THE PURPOSE OF SAVING LIVES.

Wanda and Pietro are LITERALLY FIGHTING ON ULTRON’S SIDE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE MOVIE. So CLEARLY the fact that Ultron makes any headway at all is at least PARTIALLY THEIR FAULT, RIGHT?

Then we get the creation of Vision, supported by Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Clint and opposed by Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Natasha. This is in spite of the fact that literally all Tony is doing is uploading JARVIS to a body, which should be a no brainer seeing as JARVIS has been immensely helpful since literally the earliest movies of the MCU.

We finally get Vision to wake up, and, what do you know, not only is he on the Avenger’s side, HE LITERALLY IS WORTHY TO PICK UP THOR’S HAMMER.

So if anything, this sequence should doubly absolve Tony Stark of guild: The success of Vision is proof that Ultron is not a mistake but rather a flawed prototype, AND Tony has just created the only weapon that will allow the Avengers to defeat Ultron.

We’ll note that he does not receive credit for either of these points, either in the movie or in the fandom.

Now, I would like to point out in spite of everything that has just been argued that Ultron is an independent being who is making his own choices and as such is the only person who can be blamed for his actions, triply absolving Tony of guilt. The only people who can legitimately be blamed here are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who chose to help Ultron fight the Avengers, but they should arguably be forgiven because they help to defeat him.

If I haven’t convinced you that Tony is innocent here yet, please message me so I can block you.

Now, on to Civil War.

The entire point of this movie is Steve saying “No superhumans shouldn’t be regulated because if they are then people might get mad at Bucky,” while the entire rest of the world is saying, “Yeah, we’d like a little oversight.” Like, yes, personal freedom and standing up for your values is great and all, but SHIELD had zero oversight and look what happened there - oh, right, people died, nearly including Mr. Holier-Than-Though Rogers and his best friend (it was still a great movie…). Yes, stand for what you believe in, Steve, but accept that there are systems in place for doing that. There are reasons that everyone in the military and in the government respond to someone else and are bound by certain laws, and superhumans should be too.

THEN, Bucky comes into the picture when he’s framed for a terrorist attack.

Does Steve go to any of his allies for help? Does he have Tony Stark or Nick Fury pull strings? Does he go to the government with the information he has about Bucky’s condition and ask for help? No, no, and no.

Queue Black Panther.

Black Panther believes that Bucky killed his father, so he decides to kill Bucky. Remember that.

We get a protracted series of fight scenes wherein, regardless of whether or not they were previously criminals, Steve and Bucky become wanted criminals and get themselves arrested alongside Black Panther, then everybody else gets themselves arrested.

Let us analyse the airport fight scene.

Steve has recruited a felon, Tony has recruited a teenager, I think those evils roughly cancel each other out.

HOWEVER.

On Team Tony, four out of five individuals depend on Tony for equipment.

Spiderman we haven’t seen before, but we know that Tony redesigned his suit. In addition, assuming that this movie Spiderman accurately reflects his comic book strength (which we can assume he does, seeing as he catches the airplane loading thing), he is obviously pulling his punches.

Then we have War Machine and Black Widow.

War Machine we have seen consistently demonstrating a single difference from standard Iron Man suits: automatic firearms.

However, in this sequence, we do not see him use the shoulder cannon once and we see him use his missiles only to address the fact that Giant Man is trying to smash him with a truck.

However, we see two NEW weapons: a sonic cannon and a stun baton, both of which are shown to be nonlethal.

Black Widow we see using her signature Widow’s Bites for the first time in her six movies in the Marvel franchise - again, non-lethally disabling Black Panther.

Are you really going to tell me that this is a coincidence? The only person we see attempting to use lethal force on Team Tony is Black Panther, whom we all know respects nobody.

Now, Team Steve.

Let’s start with Scarlet Witch, the MCU’s poster child for milking her perceived innocence.

We see her attempt to crush Tony under a bunch of cars, breaking his arm. We see her throw off Vision’s aim nearly killing War Machine. She very clearly has no qualms about killing.

Hawkeye is literally using explosive arrows throughout the fight scene.

Ant-Man tears apart the internal circuitry of one of Iron Man’s arms (possibly after the arm it contained was already broken).

Falcon is literally shooting at Spiderman.

Bucky punches at Spiderman full force.

And let us not forget Steve Rogers, who literally attempts to drop an airplane loading dock on a kid:

I mean come on.

Tony is literally the only one who ISN’T letting his anger get the best of him in this scene.

Then, in case you don’t believe me, let’s jump to the final fight scene in the abandoned Hydra base, shall we?

Tony is using distinctly nonlethal force here. If his goal were to kill Bucky, I guarantee you Bucky would be dead.

However, he uses his potentially lethal weapons in a nonlethal fashion, primarily to control where Steve and Bucky can and can’t go. His laser - which, friendly reminder, is powerful enough that he had to instruct War Machine to get out of the way - was used only to interpose steel girders between himself and Captain America. His tank missile, which is one of his iconic and most terrifying weapons, merely closed a loading door. Tony is not using lethal force - the worst thing he does is destroy Bucky’s arm, which is terrible, but worst case scenario, Tony can repair it. Yes, it is inflicting pain, but it is pain that is not dissimilar to pain that Tony has gone through himself.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Steve and Bucky from very willingly shredding his armor and, y’know, leaving him stranded in Siberia or wherever the heck that base was.

Now, final point, remember Black Panther?

Black Panther (incorrectly) jumped to the conclusion that Bucky had killed his father, and tried very hard throughout the duration of the movie to kill Bucky in revenge.

Tony WATCHED on FILM as Bucky slaughtered  his parents and still showed great restraint. Did he want to hurt Bucky? Yes, very much so.

Did he want to kill Bucky? No, he did not.

This is precisely why the “But he’s my friend”/”So was I” zinger hurts so freaking much. Even in his moment of insane pain, Tony did not want to hurt Steve. Yes, he wanted to hurt Bucky, but he knew that, if he killed Bucky, he would be hurting Steve, and, as Steve’s friend, he could not conscience that decision.

I will eternally maintain that Tony is the victim of Civil War, that Steve betrayed Tony, and that Steve does not deserve Tony’s forgiveness, and nothing anybody can say will ever change my mind.

College AU Part 3

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision 

-Trini finds the lgbt group and feels like she belongs for the second time in her life

-Kimberly goes with her because there is too much gay interested in my woman

-Billy, Jason, and Zack all start to go, too


-Zack secretly signs Kim and Trini up for the acapella group

-“Sure you could be mad at me BUT REMEMBER THAT TIME TRINI GOT BILLY DRUNK. So signing you up for acapella really isn’t that bad”

-The boys are very supportive at their shows and competitions

-Zack and Jason are almost banned from coming

-Jason whistles really loud and has an obnoxious sign in the front row and waves it up and no one behind them can see. It reads in neon colors and glitter: “Trimberly is the Best!”  

-Zack is way too loud in the audience

-“THAT SMALL ONE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND THE TALL ONE IS THE GIRL SHE BANGS SO HARD WE ALMOST GOT KICKED OUTTA THE DORMS. I LOVE THEM”

-“You like that range you should have heard them last night. Trini can go higher”

-“See what you can do when you’re not fucking people actually enjoy your voice and are not praying for it to stop”

-The usher is like “sir please sit down the show hasn’t even started yet”


-Trini breaks up with Kim because she sees all of the people interested in her and feels like Kim has so many more options.

-Kim’s understanding of the break up was that she broke up with Trini because Trini forgot their anniversary…it was a temporary thing

-Kim tries to make Trini understand that she doesn’t want a perfect person

-She just wants her small angry girlfriend

-They stay broken up for a week

-The whole dorm walks on eggshells around them

-“What the fuck do we do?” “Someone get Zack and Jason here now”

-The break up hits the group so hard that they can’t morph after that happens

-Tommy convinces Trini by explaining that Kim is the love of her life. Love means listening to the other person. Kim chose Trini. So she should respect her decision and get back together with her

-Kim gets hurt since they can’t morph, and then Trini snaps out of it.

-Kim’s roommate the morning after they get back together “how the hell did you break your bedframe?” (Kim broke it)


-Alpha five shows up on campus to find out what the fuck is going on

-and everyone on campus is like “wow the robotics club really outdid themselves”

-Everyone assumes Billy built him and they just go with it

-Jason has to walk behind him to pretend that he’s controlling him, Billy explaining on the side

-Jason hits alpha when he acts too sentient only to get punched back

-“They’re re-enacting Star Wars bro. That’s why the Lil robot punched him”


-During finals week they have all-nighter study sessions in each other’s dorms and take over the lounge and a corner of the library

-They stock up on energy drinks and snacks

-Zack is quiet all week until Trini comments on how nice it is

-Then he won’t shut up

-A few professors say that they can have one note card of notes

-Billy writes all of their note cards because he has the smallest, cleanest handwriting

-Except for Zack’s; Zack tries to overlap his notes with blue and red pen and use old paper 3D glasses to read them

-Someone wrecks Billy’s notes while they are studying in the library

-He gets really angry and upset

-It takes awhile, but Jason is able to calm him down


-Trini and Kim kiss in front of the RAs at the end of the year confusing the shit out of them with a shouted “I told you punks!” by Kim’s RA

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Mystic Messenger: V’s Common Route Walkthrough (Days 1-4)

V’s Route Days 5-11 | Bad Ends V’s Route Chat/Calls Times | Walkthrough Masterpost 

Read before you start:

  • In order to get into V’s route, you need to play along with Saeran. I’m assuming that if you reveal the truth to the RFA early in the game, you might get a common route bad end.
  • These are the answers I chose. There’s probably more than 1 way to reach each different outcome in the story, you are free to pick different answers.
  • This walkthrough may not be 100% accurate. Follow the choices at your own risk.
  • Missed Chats: Cost 15 hgs to unlock.
  • Calling V & Saeran “Ray”: Costs 10 hgs. As of now, these two don’t have calling cards, & are not included in the “all characters” calling cards from the VIP package. 
  • Heart Color Meaning:
    • V: Mint | Unknown/Ray: Magenta | Jumin: Purple | 707: Red | Yoosung: Green | Jaehee: Yellow | Zen: Gray
  • CGS unlocked with this walkthrough: 
    • V: 30/37 | Unknown/Ray: 6/6 | Jumin: 6/6 | 707: ¾ | Yoosung: 1/1 | Jaehee: ¾ | Zen: 5/6

**Please DO NOT copy and paste anywhere else.**

**I want to play blindly and see what endings I can achieve on my own. Please DO NOT send me spoilers**

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End-Game - Jughead Jones x Reader

@sunshine51879

Hope this is okay and is funny enough for you ☺️ I really enjoyed this one!

Warnings - a teeny-tiny hints at smut - mainly fluff (some swearing)

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You had kept your birthday on the down low this year, of course people knew but you weren’t doing anything.
You wanted to spend it with your boyfriend, that’s all. Jughead wasn’t one for parties and neither were you when you were with him - you quite liked having him all to your self.
Jughead was waiting outside your class as you left that day, leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face. Said smile grew considerably in size as he saw you, you bag slung over your shoulder and your hair thrown up in a makeshift messy ponytail.
“Hey, you” his smile was a little lazy as he threw his arm around your shoulders, “It’s just us tonight, right?” you laughed lowly as he asked you quietly. As far as the others were concerned you were having a meal with family only, and Jughead, but they didn’t know that bit.  
“After the meal, yes.” You didn’t always like sneaking around your friends but it had to be done.

Your meal had gone quickly - thank goodness, not that you didn’t enjoy your families company but you hadn’t been alone with Jughead in forever and the way he kept smiling and being so damn cute all dinner was adorable and made you melt a little, especially as he placed his arm around you securely, making you smile and lean into him as you sat and laughed with all of your family, including Jughead in that term, out on your back porch under the stars.
You shivered a little and Jughead had noticed. “You want to go in, baby?” you turned to him and smiled softly,
“If you wouldn’t mind,” you asked quietly. With a light kiss to your head he stood, leading you up too, bidding a good night to your family and making your way upstairs still holding each others hand. Pulling off your jumper, leaving you in just your cami top, you stood and looked in the mirror as Jughead came up behind you. You admired everything about him. From how soft hair was to how you would fit perfectly in his arms.
You smiled, closing your eyes and leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaned his head down, resting his chin on your shoulder for a moment before you felt his lips on your neck making you sigh happily as his lips traveled lower, gently, as he pulled your strap off of your shoulder. A smile brightened your face as yet his lips traveled lower until eventually, you turned in his arms, placing your hands in his hair as he kissed your slightly exposed chest. You pulled on his locks gently, connecting your lips to his as he brought his hands from your waist and down, murmuring jump against your lips and picking you up allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he carried you to your bed, laying you down and landing above you, your legs still wrapped around him.
He pried your legs away from him and, looking up at you through his eyelashes, carefully made short work of your jeans leaving you in just your tank top (of which the straps had long since fallen down) and your underwear.
“You have far too many clothes on Jones.” you smirked as he, still hovering above you, pulled his top off quickly with a similar grin to yours. “Getting there” you murmured, running your hands down his torso as he lowered himself back to your lips and his hips grinding down a little as he did.
“HAPPY BIRTHDayy… oh shit.” you heard Veronicas voice and instantly squealed a little, covering your face as Jughead just looked up in shock, using his body to cover yours hastily,
“What are you guys doing here?” He almost demanded, finally getting up as Ronnie, Archie and Betty all looked away (Kevin’s eyes however, lingered a little on Jughead and you would be having words with him afterwards) and threw you his top as he knew it would cover most of you quickly, not particularly caring about his own appearance at that moment in time except the fact he reached for his beanie.
“We didn’t know!” Archie exclaimed accusingly as you sat awkwardly on your bed your legs crossed and Jughead behind you,
“I said, I wasn’t doing anything for my birthday, that was a literal ‘stay away’ sign.”
“But as friends we had to do something!” Betty exclaimed throwing her hands up a little in an exasperated manner.
“Yes, by staying away.” Jughead was obviously annoyed so you placed your hand on his discreetly,
“Look sorry we stopped you ‘getting busy’ but you could have literally just said you were with jughead.”


“We weren’t ‘getting busy’ ” you blushed furiously in a fake denial. You and Jughead would hold hands and occasionally exchange a chaste kiss between classes around the others but they didn’t see much else. You liked to keep yourselves to your selves,
“You can say whatever you want about what we just saw, (y/n), but it happened.” Ronnie said with a sigh before starting to laugh.
“This isn’t funny!” you exclaimed leaning into Jughead who didn’t find it too funny either.
“(y/n). We literally just saw you in your pants with Jughead on top of you. It HAPPENED. At freaking last!!” Kevin interjected also starting to laugh looking around the group until at last you were all giggling a little. “Endgame, guys!”
“Hey, what do you mean at last?” Juggie enquired, he still wasn’t laughing but could see the humour in the situation,
“Come on guys, I don’t think any of us has even really seen you two cuddle, let alone that!”
“So what, we keep to ourselves” you laughed still leaning into Jughead covering his still exposed torso with yours, “and ‘end-game’,” you said in air quotes, “happened long ago I can assure you that.” You could feel Jughead’s furious blush make his entire body heat up and could hear Archies laugh above them all. The boy was nearly wetting himself at the image of his best friend being so vulnerable. Betty seemed to flush furiously like Juggie, yet Veronica just clapped, laughing harder at Kevin’s wide open mouth.
“Could we just be left alone please!” Jughead almost shouted, still blushing as the others continued to laugh, filing out of the room but not until, as if the whole situation was not bad enough, Veronica had dug around in her purse and thrown a condom at Jughead, he caught it and tried to lob it back at Veronicas head as she ducked,
“Use protection guys.” she laughed, closing the door behind her but it didn’t stop you hearing the continued laughter that just seemed to get worse.
You turned to Jughead, his face still a furious red, “Aww, is my baby embarrassed.” you teased, kissing him on the cheek,
“No.” he said sternly, “your ‘baby’ is furious.” You cooed at his antics as he laid back on your bed his hands covering his face. Grinning, you straddled him placing your hands on his chest once again,
“aww baby, let me make you feel better.” you cooed as you leant down to kiss him, him eagerly kissing back sliding his hands down to your arse and pulling you into him when you heard your door click open again,
“Sorry I left my jacke…”
“Oh for fucks sake!”

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Photograph confession ∾ m.dl.c

posted 5/10/17

request? yes
   “ hello! can you do a montgomery imagine where tyler takes inappropriate pictures of the reader and spreads them around school & montgomery gets mad and torments Tyler and instead of Alex standing up for Tyler it’s the reader but then montgomery tells the reader the reason he’s mad is because he likes the reader? please and thank you!

pairing(s): monty x reader

warning(s): none

a/n: i gave up halfway, whoops


“Y/N!”

Your name echoed through the hall as you turned around to face Montgomery, your best friend. “Hey Mon, something wrong?” you ask, noticing his angered, yet worried state. “Did you not get the picture?“

You quirk your brow, “What picture?”

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SWIMMING KIDS [M]

Genre: Smut

Kim Doyoung X Reader

Synopsis: In which you’re Taeyong’s sister who has a major crush in Doyoung.

Word Count: 4.458

Author Nother: So yeah, here I come again, at 2am, with more NCT smuts when I should be writting Ultraviolet series, but I hope you enjoy fratboy!Doyoung <3

I’m so sad I had to cut my baby Haechan from here, but I guess it’s for the best since we have alcohol involved.

This is dedicated to the greatest Doyoung stan I’ve ever know, @hinaporcelaindoll, love ya and sorry for taking too long.

Lee Taeyong’s sister was a freshman in the same university as her brother and his friends, and even before she went living in the greek system everybody knew she was trouble. Messing with her means you would have to deal with her jealous brother and his death glare, and Taeyong was a very respectful man around the campus.

Not that she cared about him when she saw Doyoung’s soft black strands and wide eyes for the first time.

The girl was pure sin. Walking around the green grass with her spring dress and lovable smile, nobody could even imagine she could bring someone close to the edge as she was about to do. She didn’t have nothing special, that could say she was different from the other girls, but those teasing eyes… they could set fire into one’s soul.

It was a family thing.

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Too Good (M)

Originally posted by haninnoona

a/n: miss me?

warning (s): smut, dd/lg dynamic, slight sadism

theme: Jimin decides it’s time to teach you a lesson after you act out of turn in the club, and you get a little more than what you initially thought you would.

word count: 2.4k


“His dominance over you was enough to fuel an unprecedented euphoria that made you yearn for him“

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Piece of Heaven [Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: Oak helps you with your maid of honor speech for your best friend’s wedding.

Word Count: 2,426

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff y’all

A/N: “Ren, are you posting this a day earlier because you got a block for all the other days atm?” The answer is yes, BUT, I promise I’ll try to make up for it in the following week,I have ideas, just didn’t have any inspiration to write them yet besides this one. Oak was always one of my favorites and it makes me so happy that I got to write for him again, I hope you like it!

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“And in closing, congratulations on finding someone who you think you can put up with for the rest of your life.” Your arms fell to your sides as you finished reading your notes.

“This is going to be the worst Maid of Honor speech in the history of the written word.”

“I know,” you agreed, leaning against Oak’s dressing room vanity in defeat as he tried to hold a smile. “I just- I hate this. I hate that she’s getting married! She’s my best friend and he’s just an asshole and they have nothing figured out and-”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to use this wedding as an excuse for your mid-life crisis?” He joked, getting an eye roll in response.

“I’m not even thirty, Oak. I’m nowhere close to the age of a mid-life crisis.” You slowly walked over to the couch where he was sitting, falling by his side and placing your legs over his lap. “You’re one of my best friends, Oak, please tell me you know how to fix this.”

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Ripples

Part 4 

Synopsis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Originally posted by little--batman

Reader POV

Warnings: Language. Angst. Nothing naughty yet ladies and gents…

A/N: Sorry for the delay  - work has been a bitch but here is Part 4. Super stoked for this part and the next so I hope you all enjoy! 

Tags are still open! Also i tried to fix the tag problem but if yours still isn’t working please let me know so I can figure out how to remedy the situation 

Need to catch up: Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Power is a finicky thing. You had seen governments fall - powerful families succumb to their worse fears trying to cling on to the delicate idea of having power. And once someone had it they never knew what to do with it. Except dangle it for the world to see, asking for someone stronger to challenge them. Because the truth of the matter was that humans had no idea what to do when they had achieved something. They always needed more. Power created restlessness.

That was how you felt as you walked up the New York Met steps.

It had been one week since your marriage with Steve. Things were off. You asked Steve for space and he granted it. Even if he woke up early to run with you to get an idea of missions for the day, or tried to help you with breakfast. Even if he left you lunch, worried that you never took the time to nourish yourself throughout the day or offered to make you dinner before you left for the night. Even if flowers started mysteriously popping up on your desk and the large stack of reports you had been meaning to organize and file away electronically had found a way on your desktop.

Steve knew how to give space like a toddler distancing themselves from their mother.

You dug your hands into your brown leather jacket, pulling out a few dollars to pay for your museum pass before walking through security. You walked up the steps, pulling your hair into a pony tail as you reflected on it all, a frown gracing your face. 

It was too much. You had just barely realized you had strong feelings for Bucky. You liked Bucky. Liked that behind all of his hard edges there was a softness to him, smooth and cool. Knew the kind of relationship you could have with him. The kind of life you could have with him - the kind of life you’ve wanted.

Steve was too apple pie for you. Too on the straight and narrow, even if he did recently make some changes that dictated otherwise. You knew the truth. Staying married to you was only happening because he came from a time where divorce wasn’t an option.

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jimin scenario | my lie for you (pt.2)

part one | part two | epilogue

♡ He’ll keep up this lie to keep you smiling ♡

genre: angst, romance

word count: 6.0k

warnings: mentions of alcohol

For a while, Jimin really is over you. He’s over you unknowingly breaking his heart every day. He’s over you keeping him up every night, stuck in an empty fantasy. He’s over you making him fall in love over and over again, sinking deeper, hurting harder, giving more. And he’s over the flings with girls that will never replace you. He’s over the parties every night, rebelling against his parents just to please you. He’s over the lie he’s sustained for five years to keep you smiling, while you remain cruelly oblivious.

But quickly his resolve begins to fade. He begins to wonder how you are, what you’re up to, how life is with your new boyfriend.

It shouldn’t have been this easy to slice you out of his life. You should have put up more of a fight. But now Jimin finds himself spending school breaks with Namjoon and Yoongi, slowly losing all sense of the friendship he once had with you, and slowly losing his mind.

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EXO reaction when they want to confess but you’re leaving the next day

The story of my life. Xo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol: 

*Goes to your place at 12AM, hoping you are still home* “Please… be here… you can’t leave me.. no… I love you, you have to know! I love you!” *Kinda looks like a lunatic*

Kris:

*Crosses the whole world just to see you one more time* “I can’t do this… I can’t just let you go before even trying… I need you, distance is not important to me. Not I’m in love with you…”

Sehun:

*Literally stops your car before you leave to the airport* “Stop right there… we need to have a talk before you leave… this is important, please listen to me” *Actually doesn’t know what he’s doing, just pray this will work*

Tao:

*Trying to pretend that it doesn’t hurt him, that he’s alright… not heartbroken* “I’m happy for you… I know this is what you wanted… as long as you are happy… I am too…” *Lowkey wants to tell you right there*

Kai:

*In depression mode during your last week* “i don’t know if I should tell her… I don’t think it would be fair. I can’t stop thinking how much I love her, I can’t stop thinking about her lips… but she wants this… I can’t stop her dreams”

Xiumin:

*Takes you to a lovely date* “This is your last day here… it has to be memorable. I’ll make it the best day of your life, you won’t forget it… and you won’t forget me”

Baekhyun:

“Do you really want to go? All your friends are here… I’m here… I’m going to miss you so much… to be honest… I don’t think I can make it without you” *He is really suffering*

Luhan:

*Realizes too late that he has to stop you. Yet he does everything he can to arrive in time, to finally open up his feelings. To finally give you his heart* “Please… give me 5 minutes.. please. That’s all I need.. all that my heart needs”

Chen:

“I know I should have told you sooner… but something stopped me… I can’t explain it, I’m sorry… But I’ll wait, I’ll always wait for you. I’ll be here when you come back, here for you” *His heart belongs to you after all*

Kyungsoo:

*Surprises you in your new home* “I like this place… it’s quiet and calm. *So hard for him to tell you why he’s there tho* “So… you think you’ll be okay here? Living alone… I just want to check that you’ll be okay… even if I’m away… maybe I should stay a couple of days…”

Lay:

*Calls you everyday to check how you are* “I miss you so much… you’ve been gone five hours and it already feels like centuries… when are you coming back? My chest hurts… because you are gone… when did you say you were coming back?”

Suho:

*Even if he has little time, he still manages to prepare a cute surprise for you* “I know you are leaving tomorrow but… I can’t let you go before knowing if… if you feel the same for me”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

I never knew what it was like to fall in love with my best friend until I fell in love with you. It was sudden, but a long time coming. I could feel myself falling deeper but it wasn’t til I hit the ground that I knew I had been falling. They say it’s best to fall in love with your best friend…they also say it’s the worst. I haven’t decided which you are yet, somehow it’s a combination. But whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t stop. Because the worst thing would be to lose you: my lover and my friend. I’m not sure I can breathe without you, please don’t make me find out.
—  MK Ireland #156 : for better or for worse
Tickle Confessions (Jared Padalecki X Reader)

Title: Tickle Confessions

Word Count: 844 (not too long)

Pairing: Jared X Y/N

Summary: Jared and Reader are best friends, but recently they notice how much he means to them with his busy filming schedule. 

Warnings: fluffy, tickles?, really hecking cute Jared

Author’s Note: I do not mean any offense to Gen! I know Jared is happily married but I am only writing these for entertainment. I ship them very much plus they have adorable kids. <3







“Please stop getting crumbs all over my bed,” You whined swatting at Jared who was munching away on sugar cookies.

“I can’t help it, you make the best cookies Y/N what can I say?” He adorably smiles with those dimples melting away your frustration.

After being best friends for five years now it was clear that you were closer than ever, yet this was the first time in a month you’d got to hang out. With Jared filming most days, it was even hard to get a text sent back.

“Oh please, I am sure you have had better cookies than that.” You smiled taking in the current situation.

You both were snuggled deep into the burgundy duvet sharing cookies and warm cider while watching Halloween. Although it was mid-September, that was no reason to hold off on the spooky movies.

“I swear I haven’t. Gosh, I have missed this. You and I together like old times.” He says rolling over to face you.

“Just like old times…” You trailed off ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jared was your friend. At least that’s what you repeated to your mind as well as your heart every time he crossed either. Lately, it was harder than normal. You summed it up to him being away more and finally realizing how much you missed him. Your ‘ride or die until the end’ as he so often would say.

“You okay? Seems like there is a lot going on in that brilliant little head of yours,” He asks concern seeping into his cheerful voice.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just thinking about how we use to hang out all the time compared to now,” You supply with a scrunched nose and shrug.

His hand seems to find your’s under the cover giving it a soft squeeze but not letting go.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could see you all the time; I’ve missed you like crazy. No one could ever replace you, Y/N. Never in their wildest dreams.”

His thumb stroked steady circles on the top of your hand soothing the bundle of nerves in your chest.

“It’s okay. I know you have a lot of work to do for the show and I understand that. I just love y-” Quickly you cut yourself off almost slapping a hand over your mouth.

“-love watching movies with you. Especially since you are an actor! Who else would pick up on all the mistakes?” You laugh almost too frantically making him raise an eyebrow.

Wow. Really smooth Y/N. Way to go.

“Y/N?” Your cheeks flared with what you knew was a beet red color.

“Uh, yeah?”

You couldn’t believe that you had messed up that badly. That was like some cliche book or movie. However, you could cling to what little hope you had that he didn’t catch on.

“What are you trying to say?” His body scooted closer still not releasing your hand from his.

You were almost sure he could feel the heartbeat beating frantically in your fingertips.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just saying I am glad we got to watch a movie together. That’s all.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Sure. Do you really think I am going to believe you?”

“I was hoping you would. I can’t believe you would think I was lying,” You gasp putting your free hand over your heart.

“Okay, if that’s how you want to play this…”  Jared trails off his hand pulling away from your own causing a pool of disappointment in your stomach but it is quickly dashed by his hands racing to your sides tickling rapidly. “C’mon Y/N, what were you gonna say?”

Giggles and laughter spilled from your lips like a faucet.

“Jared Tristan Padalecki! I will fight you!” You manage to squeal between laughs.

“This can all end if you just tell the truth.” He says pausing for a moment.

“Never!” Your resistance seems to provoke him more, his hand skimming now to the back of your kneecaps.

“Please!” You whine writhing at his merciless tickles.

“Uncle?”

“Uncle.” Breathless you flail your arms swatting him away.

“Now, tell me what you were going to say.”

“It’s not that simple…”

Jared grabs your wrist forcing you to look at him. His hazel eyes were dazzling as always, except now they were more warm, inviting.

“It can be.”

You inhaled a deep breath trying to steel whatever courage was hiding inside you.

“I love you. Not just in a best friend way but it’ more than that. I know you are busy on the show and you have so many other options that are way better-” he cuts you off with a kiss pressed to your lips. He tasted sweet like cookie batter and felt warm as if he was meant to be kissed.

When he pulled away from you, his forehead rested on yours.

“I love you too Y/N. So damn much.” His hushed whisper made relief swirl within your chest. Hearing those words meant the world to you.

Hello everyone! Since I’m almost to 2k, I decided to do my very first follow forever. I never expected this blog to get as much attention as it has and I am very thankful to everyone who follows and supports me. Everyone mentioned in this post are some of my favorite blogs on here, if you don’t follow them yet you definitely should! Also, I am sorry if I missed anybody. I’m sure I probably did so if I you don’t see your name please don’t take it personally! I love everybody. <3

Special thanks:

@atllimelow- my love. You are so special to me and I love you very much. If not for you this blog, and me, would probably not exist anymore. Your friendship means more to me than I can ever express to you. 

@annathepineapple- my very best friend in the entire world. Absolutely the best and greatest person I’ve ever been honored to call my friend. If not for her, I would’ve gone crazy by now. She keeps me sane and always deals with my stupid shit. Also, my favorite Josh Dun hun! 

@gaskarth- first off, credit to the lovely gif of Alex goes to Aiden. Thank you so much for making it for me, I love it very much. Aiden has had one of favorite blogs for a very long time and now I’ve been lucky enough to call him a mutual. Such a blessing. :) 

@poppunk-merrick- one of the most genuine people/friends I’ve met. Sch a sweet person and great friend to have if you’ve ever been lucky enough to talk to her. 

@riansdrums- special shoutout to Vitti for always messaging me when I’m sad. Thank you for caring and being such a sweetheart. :) 

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@2ndbest, @abloglikewar, @ahcalamity, @alexalltimelow, @alexalltimeloww, @alltimeeyebrows, @alltimehellalow, @alltimehoeplscum2brzl, @alltimelaws, @awgaskarth, @awgaskarths, @alltimelowaremyfuckingheroes, @amerrickan-candy, @awilliamg

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@b4ilmeout, @baelorjardine, @beaniedawson, @bakakarat, @barakatforyou, @barakatjack, @baratkat, @barasmurf, @benbarlyo, @blackhairjack, @bootygaskarth, @cinderblockgaskarths, @dancingwithalltimelow, @dear-alex-gaskarth-count-me-in

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@hailrian, @i-wanna-be-your-lost-girl13, @iamkidinthedark, @jackbarakitty, @jackkalltimelow, @jagkingoffjack, @jaseygae, @jbmaan

K-N:

@kidxinthedark, @kisskarth, @kidsinthedark, @lankyboybarakat, @lankyjack, @mermaid-merrick, @merrickzack, @merrikattrashcan, @missingsatellite, @niceboobsbarakat, @notyoujack

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@sadkarth, @safelitlehouse, @solongsldier, @stayawakealex, @stresskarth, @takecoveralex, @takemeouttosea, @thatlowlife, @tidalwav-s, @ughjackbarakat, @ughzackmerrick, @uunderapapermoon, @vampiregasxarth, @wokeupingaskarthsbed, @wtf-gaskarth, @zxckmerrick

Second choice

Request: Y/N and Hailey were best friends until Y/N realized that Hailey was only using Y/N to get closer to Justin. Will Justin and Y/N’s friendship be affected when she tells him this?

Warning: a little long

*****
“Justin, don’t you get it? She used me just to get close to you!” You yell in frustration.

Justin doesn’t look up as he was too preoccupied tuning his guitar.
“I really don’t have the time for your excuses, if you can’t handle Hailey and I being in a relationship then-”

“Then what?” You say interrupting him before he can continue. You knew where this was going but you were too guliable to think otherwise so you decided to test him.

Justin puts his guitar aside as he takes a deep breath before looking at you. “Then we can’t be friends…”

Can’t be friends? You thought to yourself. This was just getting ridiculous, you didn’t know wether to be upset or just to laugh about it. The sentence kept repeating in your head causing your eyes to water.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You say upset, but you tried your best to contain your emotions. “You chose her over your own best friend?!” You say raising your voice. You were hurt but you weren’t going to let him know but it was helpless, your emotions were getting the best of you.

Justin shakes his head and takes a step towards you. “You’re the one who made it come to this…if you weren’t so selfish-”

“Woah, woah, woah….selfish? I’m the one being selfish?” You ask surprised as you take a step back. You chuckle before continuing. “Was I not the one who considered your feelings before my own? I could have just left this whole thing and not tell you, thinking maybe you would realize on your own that she was just going to use you like she used me but I didn’t…I wanted to tell you because I didn’t want to see you hurt. Hailey was my best friend but if it meant losing you…I just couldn’t be her friend anymore even if it tore me but I mean, maybe I am just a selfish idiot.” You say as tears rolled down your face. Justin looks at you, and your swore you saw guilt but he quickly looks away.

“Can you please leave…” he says quietly, and you felt your heart shatter once more. After all you guys been through, he ended it just like that. You were the second choice…. yet you put him first.

Your friendship with Hailey meant the world to you but your friendship with Justin was a whole other level. He was the one you grew up with, the one you told your most darkest deepest secrets, the one you can stay up till 4 am talking about the most random at stuff, and through all that you fell for him.

“No need to tell me, I was just going to”. You say harshly before storming out the door.

You continued to walk without stopping until you reached your car. Suddenly you just bursted into tears, you held onto your car door as you yell in frustration.

You felt so many feelings at the same time and it made you sick. You slowly got into your car, and sat there quietly, and emotionless. After a few minutes, you finally calmed down. You took a deep breath before driving away.
****
*at your house*

“He’s such a jerk!” You yell angrily as you throw a pillow across the living room. You were now circled by your and Justin’s closest friends, Tyga, Fredo, Kendall, Kylie, Za, Khalil, etc.

“Shhh, forget about him” Kendall says as she gently pats your back.

“Who do they think they are? T-that bitch…how could she just humiliate me like that and act so clueless about it!” You say, as you angrily bit into your chocolate bar that Za gave you.

You suddenly hear chuckling, you look up to see the guys trying their hardest not to laugh.
“You think this is funny?” You ask glaring at them, they quickly stop laughing as they shake their heads no. “That’s what I thought” you say before finishing your last piece of chocolate.

“You don’t need them, you’re better off without them.” Kylie says, you watch as everyone agrees.
“Yeah, you have us” Ryan says, and everyone agrees once more.

“You don’t understand…” you say quietly, but it was loud enough for them to hear.

“Understand what?” Khalil asks, and suddenly the room got quiet. You felt your cheeks heat up as all the attention was now on you.

“Guys, I think us girls can take it from here,” Kylie says, as they all stand up before leading me upstairs.
“Wooooow,” we hear the guys say in union causing us to giggle.
*****
**in the bedroom**

“Why are we up here?” You ask confused before taking a seat on your bed.

Kylie takes a seat next to you as Kendall closes the door. “Y/N…there’s something else that’s bugging you, it’s not just the whole Hailey-Justin thing.” Kylie says gently.

You felt tears peak through the corner of your eyes as your breaths were becoming short. Suddenly Kendall and Kylie wrap their arms around you, trying their best to comfort you. That’s the moment, you couldn’t hold it in.

**back with the boys**

Justin’s POV:

After the argument Y/N and I had, I knew what I did to her was wrong. She was only concerned about me. I even confronted Hailey about the whole thing to find out the Y/N was telling the truth. I felt like an idiot, I was so harsh to her and now she probably hates me.

I decided to go to her house and apologize even if I knew I was probably the last person she wanted to talk to. As I made it to her house, I noticed there were other cars parked in the driveway. I observed closely and realized those were my friends cars.

Shit…well I’m probably in trouble. Even though they were my best friends aswell, they will still kick my ass for hurting Y/N.

I reached the doorstep and doorbelled. Tyga opens the door, his reaction changes from similing to frowning. “What are you doing here?” He asks bitterly. “Come on Man…I’m here to apologize.” I say desperately, after a few seconds have gone by he finally lets me in.

I walked in and I was welcomed by a bunch of glares from the guys. I swear if Y/N did me wrong they probably wouldn’t even care. I repeated what I said to Tyga to them. They looked at me uncertain before signalling she was upstairs. I looked at them smiling before thanking them. “I swear Justin if I hear her cry, you’re out of here”. Khalil says, I glared at him. “Uh I mean love you bro…” he says quickly causing the other guys including myself to laugh.

I quickly thanked them again before running upstairs. Just as I was about to open her door, I overheard her saying things. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but I bet she would remain silent if I walked in.

*****
**back with the girls**

You heard the doorbell, but the three of you didn’t mind it. After a few minutes you finally had the courage to tell them what was wrong.

“I’m tired of being the second choice, the one who gets chosen if the other one is taken. I’m tired of the fact that I fall in love with so many guys that are close to me to end up being broken-hearted at the end. It fucking hurts to let people get so close to you, so close that they can just rip your heart out any time without mercy. Every time I’m the one who gets hurt…it’s either because I’m not good enough, I’m not perfect, I’m not beautiful-”

“Shhh that’s enough…” Kendall says as she pulls you in for a hug. Kylie quickly wipes away a tear as she hated seeing you like that. She grabs your hands gently, “Y/N you are not a second choice, and you will never be. Take it from the two of us you have always been first. You are such and amazing, beautiful, kind, most down to earth person and you don’t need a man to tell you that. They may have been a lot of heartbreaks in the past but that’s what makes you stronger, and if you feel weak…Kendall and I also even the guys will be right behind you pushing you to get back on your feet.” She says causing you to tear more, you squeeze her hand gently to let her know you appreciated all those words. “We love you Y/N, we’re like sisters…don’t ever forget that.” Kendall says. “Aww I freaking love you guys…” you say as you pull them in for a hug causing all three of you to giggle.

Suddenly you hear someone knock on the door. “Go away!” Kendall yells causing you to giggle. “Uh it’s Justin,” and the three of you look at eachother surprised. You nod at the girls letting them know it was okay. Kendall and Kylie hug you once more before opening the door. You watch as Justin has his hands in his pockets, “can I please talk to Y/N?” He quietly says.

“If you hurt her, you’re going to wish you never came here…” Kendall says, causing you to chuckle. The girls run downstairs, leaving the two of you alone.

“Seems like I’ve been getting death threats all day…” Justin says trying to lighten the mood, but you remained silent as you looked away.

“I’m sorry” he says breaking the silence. You look up to see that his expression was pure guiltness. “I’m sorry for what I said and for not believing you. It was wrong for me to push you away like that when you were only concerned. I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” He says sincerely.

“Y/N I know that’s not what you’re mainly upset about…uh before you get mad…I overheard you, Kylie and Kendall talking”, you suddenly whack him with a pillow, “you fucking eavesdropper!” You yell interrupting him.

“No, no, no! Y/N listen to me carefully, yes I eavesdropped-ow!” Justin yells as you hit him once again with a pillow. “Hit me once again and I’ll tickle you so hard.” He says sternly, you slowly put the pillow down, glaring at him for knowing you were ticklish.

“As I was saying, Y/N why do you feel that way? It pains me to see that you think of yourself like that. In fact you’re the opposite of the things you said. Y/N you know you’re always first to me, whether it’s for anything. I know sometimes I don’t show it especially today but I swear Y/N I would take a bullet for you. That’s how much you mean to me…from day one, you’re the one who has always been there for me, through my happiest moments to my bullshit ones. Everything I’ve experienced was with you and I’m so honoured that they were spent with with you…I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Justin says, you quickly wipe away your tear. “What are you trying to say?” You ask confused.

Justin hesitates before taking a step closer to you, he kneels infront of your bed before taking your hands. “I’m in love with you…”

You look at him shocked, before shaking your head. You get up slowly before looking at him sadly. “What? Now that Hailey is out of the picture, you’re going to crawl back to me? I don’t want to be a second choice!” You yell angrily. Justin walks to you before grabbing your hands once again. “Y/N you’re not a second choice, I’ve had feelings for you since you walked into my life but I held it in thinking it wasn’t going to work out. Why do you think you’re the one I always want to hang out with? Or how I get so overprotective when you have a date. Why do you think I call you in the middle of the night, it’s because I miss you and I want to hear your voice. Why do you think I can’t spend a day without you by my side? I love you that’s why, when you walked out that door it was one of the worst feelings ever, and I never want it to happen-”

You gently grabbed his face, as you press your lips onto his. You felt Justin smile through the kiss, as he places his arms around your waist pulling you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he deepens the kiss. You both pull away to catch your breath. He looks at you, “you will always be my first choice…don’t forget that.” He says gently causing you to smile. He pulls you in for one more kiss.

You pull away before looking at the door confused. “What’s wrong?” Justin asks worried. You walk towards the door, opening it. You watch as the guys fell on the floor and the girls on top of them.

Justin looks at you then back at them. “Uh Uhm we were just checking if the door was stable…and it is.” Za quickly says as they all immediately get up.

“why the hell do you all eavesdrop?” You say causing everyone to laugh.

Enjoy!
Requested by @sumaiyah10

Aca Awkward

Prompt: Beca walks in on Chloe masturbating.


Beca had just gotten home from her internship and made it up the stairs to try to attempt to work on the set list for Worlds.

“Oh my God, Beca!” She heard Chloe scream. Beca ran to Chloe’s room concerned.

She was not expecting the sight she saw once she opened the door. Chloe was laying on the bed her hand down her underwear and eyes squeezed closed. Beca couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Chloe and her mouth hung open.

Chloe chest was heaving up and down and her eyes were still closed as she pulled out her hand from her panties. She then opened her eyes and shot up when she saw Beca staring at her.

“How long have you been standing there?!” She exclaimed.

“I, uh, just came in. I heard you call my name so I came in. I am so sorry!” Beca turned and walked out of the red heads room and booked it to hers.

She shut her door and plopped on her bed. Chloe was calling her name out while touching herself. Did that really just happen? Just then she got a text from Jesse asking her to come over. She agreed since she felt really embarrassed that she walked in on Chloe like that.

Once she arrived, Jesse knew there was something up.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or are you just going to keep pacing?” Jesse raised an eyebrow at her.

“Um, I just walked in on Chloe masturbating” Beca mumbled.

“What?!” Jesse blurted out before he started laughing.

“Shut up Jesse! That isn’t even the most embarrassing part!” Beca slapped his arm. “She was calling out my name while doing it” her cheeks flushed.

Jesse grinned from ear to ear looking like a maniac.

“Okay stop looking at me like that you creep-o”

“I knew it” Jesse said.

“Knew what?” Beca asked looking confused.

“I knew she liked you. It’s so obvious!” Jesse smiled at his friend knowing she liked Chloe also. “Come on now you can finally tell her how you feel!”

“Are you crazy, Jesse! For all I know she was fantasizing about another Beca” she bursted out throwing her hands up.

“Beca, are you that stupid. She was obviously thinking about you doing the dirty deed with her.” He grinned again.

“Okay, stop smiling like that. Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” Beca huffed.

“Beca, I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything and I’m glad you can confide in me. Plus, you really needed to hear this. Get your girl. Please, for the love of God! We are all tired of the sexual tension between the two of you” he said.

Beca’s cheeks flushed yet again. “It’s really that obvious?” She asked weakly.

“Hell yes” Jesse laughed.

“I’ve gotta go. I need to figure out what to even say to her. She’s probably mortified” Beca said before leaving his dorm.

As Beca walked back to the Bella’s house she kept thinking about how to tell Chloe her feelings. She was stuck in thought about the older girls feelings just being only some temporary sexual thing. When Beca walked into the house she heard someone in the kitchen. She went in there to find Stacie. Stacie then looked at her like Jesse did, grinning ear to ear.

“Okay, people need to stop looking at me like that. It’s starting to freak me out.” Beca said as she opened the fridge to get a bottled water.

“I heard you walked in on a certain redhead” she wiggled her eyebrows at the girl.

“Oh my God” Beca blushed yet again that day. “She told you?”

“Yep” Stacie said with a pop at the end.

“Is she freaking out? That’s a stupid question I’m sure she is.” Beca looked down to the floor.

“Well, yeah. She came out of her room to find you and you had left the house. She thinks she freaked you out big time. And it’s kinda looking like you did. Which I don’t know why. You obviously want to be the one to give her the orgasms yourself.” Stacie smirked.

“Oh jeez” Beca covered her face with her hands.

“You should go talk to her” Stacie suggested.

Beca knew she would have to eventually do she made her way to Chloe’s room. This time she knocked on her door.

“Come in!” Chloe called.

Beca opened the door and shut it behind her. Chloe had her stereo on and was laying on her bed. Her face immediately reddened when she saw Beca.

“Um, hey Becs,” she whispered shyly.

“It’s uh cool if I come in right?” Beca asked nervously.

“Of course you can” Chloe smiled.

“So.. um.. I’m really sorry for walking in on you earlier. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything”

“Oh gosh. Can we pretend like that never happened please?” Chloe asked covering her face.

“I actually don’t want to. I kind of want to talk to you about it,” Beca said hesitantly.

“I’m so sorry if I freaked you out and if you don’t want to be friends anymore I’ll understand” Chloe sobbed.

“What? No! That’s not what I want at all.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?” Chloe asked.

“Um, well. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Beca fidgeted with her hands as she sat down on the end of Chloe’s bed.

“What is it Becs? You’re freaking me out.”

“I would be lying if I said I never, you know, touched myself thinking about you..” Beca stuttered.

Chloe’s eyes opened wide. “Really?”

“Really. I kind of have a huge crush on you,” Beca admitted staring into Chloe’s eyes waiting for what she might say.

“I have a huge crush on you too.. but I think you found out about that earlier.”

“So.. um. Maybe next time I could actually be the one to make you scream out my name?” Beca asked while smirking.

“That would be aca awesome” Chloe grinned from ear to ear.

“Really? You’re gonna go with aca awesome?” Beca rolled her eyes.

“Beca, just shut up and kiss me” Chloe smiled.

And Beca did just that.

More prompts appreciated :)

Dancing in the Moonlight

Anonymous asked: Can you do more imagines with Seb please?

Anonymous asked: Sebby imagines please!!!! There’s not enough on your masterlist *-*

A/N: I tried my best ;)

Warnings: None I think? Besides kissy kissy things

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Weddings. 

You either love them or hate them. There’s no inbetween and there’s no way that you had ever thought you’d actually agree to go to one. Yet, here you are sitting alone at a table while you watched everyone eat cake and dance along with the predictable songs. 

Your nose turned up while you sipped your champagne, watching the friend you came here with mingling with everyone. 

You didn’t know either the bride or the groom, but your friend had a plus one and decided you should go. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to socialize with people who were of a completely different social class. 

The chair beside you slid on the wooden floor, causing your head to whip in that direction. 

Beside you, sat a well dressed man with bright eyes and a charming smile. He looked familiar but you couldn’t quite pin point who he was. 

“Hello.” 

You tilted your head, “Hi.” 

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?” He asked, unbuttoning his suit jacket so he could comfortably sit. You turned your chair towards him, more entranced by this conversation than your previous people watching. 

“Neither actually,” you noticed his confused expression, “I’m a plus one.” you clarified.

The man raised an eyebrow, biting his lip before speaking again, “A boyfriend? Husband maybe?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, causing eyes to drift in the direction of the two of you. “No, god no. I’m here with a friend who is a friend of the bride.” You pointed in the general direction of her, waving your hand when you noticed she moved again. 

He nodded, “I see. I’m here for the groom.” 

Your attention turned back to him, “I feel like I know you from somewhere.” 

The man shrugged his shoulders, “You from New York?” 

“No, no. I don’t mean personally. I mean,” you struggled to find the right words, but he cut you off. 

“I just have one of those faces.” He grinned, hearing the music change, and a lightbulb going off the top of his head. Without saying a word, he stood up and offered his hand to you. 

“I barely know you.”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s dancing, not fucking.” 

You contemplated his offer, weighing the pros and cons. The pro is that you can dance with an attractive man, the con is that you can’t dance. He won you over with his overly blunt sentence. It is just dancing. “Don’t overthink it.” He murmured. 

You downed your champagne, and enjoyed the liquid courage, “Fuck it.” 

“That’s the spirit!” 

He pulled you into the crowd of couples, taking your hands in his as you stepped back and forth together. He spun you around, causing you to laugh in shock. It took you a moment to warm up to the stranger, following his lead as he sang to the lyrics, “You can’t dance and stay uptight!” 

“Is that directed at me?” You giggled, seeing him shrug his shoulders. 

“Might’ve been.” His smirk almost made you melt. You felt his hand rest on your hip while you swayed hastily along with him.

But I’m dancin’ in the moonlight.” The music sang, the upbeat song mixed with your liquid courage causing you to completely forget about your lack of rhythm. The stranger led you in a dance, feeling as though you might not look like an idiot like you initially figured.

The song got to the bridge and everyone who wasn’t dancing clapped to the beat. “They keep loose, they keep light.”

By the time the song finished, everyone was singing the last chorus. They erupted in cheers, and that’s when you noticed that all eyes were on you and the man. 

You hid your face in his shoulder, noticing that even the bride and the groom cheered with the rest of the attendees. 

Your friend stood in the sidelines, her jaw dropped as she clapped. 

You rushed over to her, noticing the crowd disperse and their attention back on the music. “You know who that is, right?” Your friend was quick speak once you made it to her. 

You shook your head, “Someone attractive?” 

“No, you dumbass! Well, yeah-” she shook her head, “-that’s not the point. Do you know who he is?” 

“I’ve been trying to figure that out all night. He seems familiar but I can’t put it together.” you explained, watching as she pulled out her phone and pulled up google. “You’re googling the poor bastard?” 

“Shut up.” She said, turning her phone in your direction and allowing you to look at the pictures. “it’s fucking Sebastian Stan.” 

You whipped your head back to him, where he now stood on the other side of the dance floor with a glass of wine in his hands. He seemed oblivious to your conversation, which pleased you. It meant you could keep this up. 

“Shush. I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that. I’m gonna head out now, text me when you get home safe.” 

“What the fuck are you on abo-” 

You put your finger to your lips and walked back across the floor to the man who you now knew as Sebastian. 

“Lets say you and I go on an adventure.” You whispered in his ear, noticing goosebumps rise on the back of his neck. 

“What do you have in mind?” He responded, setting down his unfinished wine glass. 

Without another word, you took his hand in yours and led him out of the wedding venue and into the cool summer night. 

He willingly followed you, listening intently to your heels clack against the pavement and your dress flow in the breeze. He definitely enjoyed your company, despite not knowing you long at all. You could tell he liked you by the way his hand stayed gripping yours tightly. 

That’s not to say you didn’t return the feelings. He obviously wanted a night where nobody knew who he was, and that’s exactly what you were going to give him. 

“I know this place on the corner of state and 72nd,” you said, “it’s a bar and we’ll look like loons going inside in wedding attire, but it’ll be worth it.” 

Sebastian undid his bow tie, leaving it hanging around his neck and underneath his collar. The way the moon lit up his face caused his expression of excitement to become more endearing than anything. 

The streets got more gritty, and you finally found yourself at the steps of the bar. “I’m kind of scared right now.”

You giggled, “Don’t be. These people are like my family. Nothing will happen.” 

“Meeting your family on the first night, huh?” Sebastian said cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes and drag him into the bar. 

“(Y/N)!” The bartender cheered, a gruff man with a heart of gold. No one in this area watched much TV or movies, mostly complaining about modern day technology which was a refreshing aspect considering you spent a lot of your time on your phone and laptop for work. 

“Gary! How’s the wife?” You said, plopping on one of the bar stools. 

“Still non-existent!” He said enthusiastically, making you giggle. “What shall it be today, girlie?” 

“Give me a virgin Bloody Mary. Hold the Bloody and the Mary.” 

“You just want celery sticks?” He said, his lips stretching into a toothy grin. You nodded, feeling Sebastian’s presence beside you. 

“Who’s your friend here? And why are you two so dressed up?” Gary asked, handing you celery sticks and watching as you munched on the crunchy vegetable. 

“We just met. She kidnapped me and brought me here.” Sebastian said leaning in closely, “help me.” 

You smacked his chest and shoved a celery stick in his mouth, causing him to face a gag but wrap his lips around it and chew it. Gary watched your interaction with a smile, helping another customer whom you’d seen on a few occasions. 

The place was small and quaint, a jukebox from the 80s sat in the corner, and a man slipped a dime in and chose a song. 

“Since dancing is your thing,” you stood and took Sebastian’s hands in yours, “let’s dance to this.” 

In the center of the bar, his hands were on either of your hips and your arms rested on his shoulders. 

You swayed softly to the music, George Jones’ “Tennessee Whiskey” playing in the back round.

“I do have to say, I’ve never left a wedding with a date.” He said, moving a piece of hair from your face. 

“Who’s to say this is a date?” 

“Me.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours. You felt an intense connection with him, but you weren’t quite sure how to describe it. Something about him interested you so much. Why did he not want to tell you who he was? Why did he decide to sit at your table during that wedding? How did he know the damn groom?

You didn’t fight with him, you knew that this was a date. You definitely enjoyed it. 

The closer the song came to it’s end, the closer your felt his body to yours. His eyes were bright, even in the poor lighting of the bar. 

Your eyes flickered from his lips and back to his eyes, causing you to inch slowly towards his own. 

He closed the gap, his lips feeling soft against yours and butterflies swarming around in your stomach. The rest of the world disappeared from the depths of your reality and you were consumed by him.

He was a person who wanted a night of normalcy. He just so happened to stumble across you, who had no clue who he was for the most part. To say that you were loving life would be an understatement. Everything about tonight was wonderful and you didn’t want it to end. 

You pulled away from his lips, “Do you want to-” 

“Hotel? Yes.” Sebastian grinned, kissing you again before leading you out of the bar. You waved bye to Gary on your way out, who sarcastically shouted, ‘protection!’

Sebastian walked very quickly and you struggled to keep up in your heels. You slipped them off your feet and ran after him, laughing as you jumped onto his back in a piggy back form. 

“Go my noble steed!” You shouted, feeling Sebastian’s hands underneath your thighs while you held him close. 

He ran up the street and turned a corner, running into the lobby of a hotel. You found yourself in an elevator with him, his lips on yours again. A moan fell from your lips and the elevator dinged, causing you to pull away quickly. 

“This is my floor.” 

Sebastian fumbled his wallet, pulling out his key card and inserting it to open the door. 

Without a second to catch your breath, you were on him again, your back falling onto the bed. 

He slipped off his jacket and threw it away,landing on the lamp. You giggled, pulling him back down to you and excitingly unzipping the back of your dress. 


The sun shined through the curtains, causing you to groan unattractively. You felt arms wrapped around your bare waist and you turned around, meeting faces with a sleeping prince charming. 

You stared silently, enjoying the view and having flashes of last night in your mind. 

His eyelids fluttered and opened, his face splitting into a grin once he saw your smile. “Hey.”

Fuck. His morning voice almost killed you.

“Hi.” You said happily, “do I finally get to learn your name?” 

He rose an eyebrow, “It’s Sebastian.” 

You bit your lip and hid your giggle, “I’m (Y/N).” 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He pressed his lips to yours and once again, you felt as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. 

This was just the beginning of a very, very happy relationship.