she needs to stop this is getting out of hand

Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: Jeff Atkins fluff imagine?

Imagine Jeff seeing Monty bothering you so he pretends to be your boyfriend to help you.


“And remember class, the homework report is due next class, see you tomorrow, enjoy your weekend.”

The bell rings and I put all my books in my bags. I wait for Justin and his friends to pass me so I don’t have to deal with their idioticity. As I’m still pretending to be busy, Monty looks at me and winks.

“Looking good y/n”

“In your dreams Monty” I say while not looking at him, still getting my things together.

“Or in my bed” he smirks while his friends laugh. Idiots. Like I said. I just ignore them as they all walk out. I say goodbye to my English teacher and start heading to my locker so I can hurry up and meet Tony outside. As I’m walking I feel a hand slap my butt. I whip around and of course it’s Monty.

“Don’t touch me!” I spit. 

“Relax” he smiles, “I just wanted to feel babe.”

“I’m not your ‘babe’ Monty, just leave me alone” I speed walk to my locker still annoyed that he’s following me happily. 

“What’s the rush babe, want to come to my house? I need a tutor” he smirks.

I roll my eyes, “No you’ll need a miracle if you want to pass your classes.”

He grabs my arm “stop playing babe, just come over” I try to wiggle out his grip but he tightens it. 

“No, let go off me” when he doesn’t let go I say it louder.

“Let go!”

“She said let go man.”

I hear a voice say coolly. I turn around and see Jeff leaning against my locker. His face is serious, but he said it so nicely.

“Come on dude, we’re just talking man” Monty laughs.

Jeff looks at Monty’s hand still on my arm and looks back to him.

“Get your hands of my girlfriend ‘dude’”.

Monty’s face change and he lets go immediately, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I didn’t know man, my fault”

“Yeah just walk away man”

Monty looks at me and Jeff one more time and then jogs to catch up to his friends. I look at Jeff, a little dumbfounded from what just happened. I always seen Jeff in the library studying with Clay and sort of developed a crush on him. He seemed sweet. I rubbed my arm, still quiet.

“Thank you” I whispered, “You didn’t have to go through so much trouble.”

“No problem” he smiled, “It felt nice to be your boyfriend for 2 minutes you can say.”

I smile at his comment and closed my locker. “Well thank you, Atkins”.

I started walking down the hall until he called my name behind me.

“Y/n wait!”

I turn around and see him become suddenly nervous.

“I-I was wondering if, you know, you wanted to go to the movies tomorrow night”

I smile, “Of course, maybe then you won’t have to be my ‘fake’ boyfriend”

“I hope so”

Hickeys

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Mentions of sex, hICKEYS

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Dude, Petey is seriously the cutest, also, this is a little short. “Anon: the Avengers thinking someone really hurt Peter because he has bruises on his neck/going onto chest and interrogating him who they need to kill until he cracks that they’re just hicKEYS HE’S OK REALLY GUYS then realizing what it is and reader walks in and smugly kisses his cheek and FLUSTERED PETEY?

Peter sat calmly on the Avengers shared couch in the common room. Today was a good day for him. Not too much homework since it was the first day of summer break. Also, last night was an amazing night with you; and by amazing, he means, neither of you got much sleep. Both of you woke up, sore but tangled in each other’s arms, smiling. He didn’t mind your morning breath and it showed as once again, he made you writhe and moan under him.

The one thing that distracted him was the massive amount of hickeys all over his chest and neck. It’s not like you were any better, but a lot of the hickeys on you were in places only he could see, places that were his. You had taken the liberty to mark him everywhere. It made him nervous. Aunt May and found out the hard way that Peter and you were intimate. The Avengers, hell, they didn’t even know you two were dating. So Peter wore a sweatshirt, despite it being almost 90 degrees.

Peter’s strange attire didn’t pass by Steve or Tony. “What do you think those are? Bruises?” Steve asked. Tony just looked grim, nodding. “Should we talk to him? I know he gets bullied at school.” Tony nodded again. Both of them walked over to Peter, sitting down on either side of him. Peter looked at them, confused and worried. Steve put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Bud, have you been beaten up?”

You can in through the door behind the couch and neither of them looked at you. When you heard Steve’s question, you smirked, you had to hear this.

Peter looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“The bruises,” Steve says, rubbing his shoulder. Peter’s face turned red and he looked incredibly embarrassed, almost as embarrassed as when May walked in on you two one night. He rubbed the back of his neck.

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anonymous asked:

okay J, now that the writers queerbaited the fuck outta us, it's time for you to work your magic and give us a longer version of the "belated valentine's day prom". PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEE

A continuation of this – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157525909609/man-i-would-fucking-love-to-get-a-scene-where-kara

She calls it a pet peeve. But it’s not.

It’s a trauma.

She calls it a pet peeve. But it’s not.

It’s a need.

It’s a need because she was fourteen and high school was amazing because Eliza held her hand and Eliza snuck her dad’s cigarettes down from the house and they crawled into the bathroom of the basement and giggled, their lips so close – Eliza’s lips looking so soft – as they blew the smoke out of the small vent so Eliza’s parents wouldn’t catch them.

But it wasn’t the smoke that Eliza’s parents caught.

It was the card.

The card, the card, the card.

The fucking valentine’s day card.

The betrayal that ended everything.

Because her father called her downstairs with the phone still in his hand and her father smacked her across the face with the back of that hand and her father gave her ten minutes to pack her things and to get out of his house and to never come back because she is filthy and she is ungrateful and she is selfish and she is wrong, and her mother cried but her mother didn’t stop him, and her face stung and her heart stung worse and her hands trembled but her face stayed dry because she would never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break for being who she is.

She calls it a pet peeve. Needing to be heard.

Because Eliza didn’t hear her. Her father didn’t hear her. None of her exes had ever heard her.

She calls it a pet peeve because no one has ever loved her enough to let her call it trauma.

Until Alex Danvers, that is.

Because she leaves Alex a card: she leaves Alex a card, and Alex will not give it to her parents. She gives Alex a card, and Alex will do nothing but love her back.

Or she hopes.

She’s probably stupid for hoping. But she hopes anyway.

James and J’onn help her with the set-up, and Winn whips together the dress at the last minute before running off on his own valentine’s excursion. James kisses her cheek before he leaves, as 8 o’clock approaches, and J’onn puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Alex cares for you, Maggie. Just as you are. Let her hold you up when you need it. You deserve that. You do. I promise.”

She gulps and she nods and J’onn squeezes her shoulder.

“He’s right, Maggie,” James tells her before giving the room one last glance. “It looks beautiful. And so do you.”

Maggie grimaces a smile at them, and they understand that she’s too nervous to speak, that she’s too terrified to move. They smile at her before they leave, and she hangs onto the hope that these people, these beautiful people, will still love her after tonight.

She doesn’t know how long she waits for Alex, because she can’t think. She can’t do anything but try to swallow her panic, surrounded by red helium balloons and candlelight and all the things that reminded her of the bruise her father left on her face and the welts he left on her heart.

She can’t do anything but try to focus on Alex, Alex, Alex. On hoping that Alex will be different.

This is a relationship, Alex had insisted. And it’s that statement, Alex fighting for her, for them, that is keeping Maggie holding on.

“Wow, you’re breathtaking,” she says when Alex walks in, because god, god, god, she is.

“Maggie, what is all this?”

Alex’s voice trembles slightly as she asks, and somehow, that warms the protective steel around Maggie’s heart. She smiles slightly, her voice softer now.

“It’s your belated Valentine’s Day prom.” She reaches for the corsage and sends James a silent thank you for running to the florist and picking up exactly what Maggie had described.

“May I?” she asks, and her body tingles with relief as her fingertips touch Alex’s wrist.

Alex exhales hard, exhales shakily, and steps around Maggie, and the back of the dress – god, thank you, Winn Schott – takes Maggie’s breath away. Again.

“I’m sorry. So sorry. I was too busy nursing my own wounds, and I forgot to look at the gorgeous woman in front of me and consider her feelings. You deserved all of this, as a girl. The pomp and the fuss. And you deserve an amazing romance with a woman who is absolutely crazy about you.”

She tilts her head and she stares up at Alex, because Alex is perfection, and Alex’s hands are warm in hers, and Alex makes the color red on Valentine’s Day a little less terrible, a little less traumatic.

But Alex is shaking her head and Alex is reaching her fingers up to run them through Maggie’s hair, to stroke her cheeks, to fuss with her blazer’s collar.

Maggie’s heart sinks and she starts panicking, she starts hyperventilating, but then Alex is talking, and Maggie wants to cry for an entirely different reason.

“Maggie, I… you deserve this. The pomp and the fuss. An amazing romance with a woman who is absolutely crazy about you. And I’m absolutely crazy about you. And that… that means… Maggie, that means you don’t have to make it all about me, all the time. I love that you… I love that you thought about me, I love that you did all this, but Maggie, you…”

She stops and she stares down at Maggie’s wet eyes for a long moment, and there’s nothing but unguarded love in her eyes, and no one has ever existed but the two of them.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong. Maggie, I… I heard you. I heard everything you said. And because I heard you, I… I don’t want you to just shove all that back down to make everything about me. Again. You did it while I was coming out, and I get it, and you’re so sweet, Maggie, but I don’t… I don’t want you putting yourself second for me, not anymore. I don’t want you burying your pain, your… trauma, Maggie, you were a child, that was traumatic, I… I want you, Maggie.”

She brings her fingers to a lips and kisses them, one by one, slowly, deliberately, all while keeping her eyes locked in Maggie’s, before she continues.

“All of you. And this is beautiful, this is amazing, but Maggie, I want you to feel able to just… to vent, and to scream, and to lose your cool, to cry. With me. Because I want you, Maggie, I care about you, not… not just what you can do for me. You letting me in, you letting me care for you, letting me comfort you? That’s the greatest gift you could ever give me, Maggie. You… you letting me love you.”

Alex stumbles to a halt and Maggie’s breath hitches as they both realize what Alex said, as they both lose themselves in each other’s eyes, in each other’s hands, in each other’s hearts.

“Danvers, you – Alex, I – “

Alex shakes her head with closed eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I just… I want you to know that you’re cared for. That you’re safe. That you’re allowed to put yourself first, that I want you to put yourself first. That you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. That you’re perfect. That I l…”

She stares down at Maggie’s wide eyes and she licks her lips and she is Alex Danvers, dammit, so she dives.

“That I love you. Maggie Sawyer. All of you. And I just want you to let me love you, let me care for you, let me be here for you. Let me love you.”

Maggie takes one breath, and then another, and then one word escapes her lips.

The only word that matters in the entire multiverse.

Alex.”

And her hands are on the small of Alex’s bare back and Alex’s hands are tangling in her hair, cupping her face, her thumbs swiping across her cheeks, and Alex’s lips are soft and Alex’s lips are healing and Alex’s lips are heaven, and she’s never cried while she kissed anyone, she’s never cried in front of anyone without running out the door before the first tear could fall, but she’s crying now, and Alex is catching her tears with her thumbs and kissing them away with her lips, but Maggie doesn’t want Alex’s lips on her cheeks, her eyes – she does, she does, but later, later, because there will be a later, because Alex went to the dance with her, Alex didn’t give her note to her parents, Alex came to the dance with her and Alex is kissing her and Alex is holding her and Alex, Alex, Alex  – Maggie just wants, right now, Alex’s lips on her own, and she shifts, and Alex knows, because Alex knows her, and Maggie’s lips are parting and Alex is slipping her tongue in her mouth gently, gently, lovingly, and Maggie sighs into their kiss and Alex echoes it and their breathe, their heartbeats, their bodies, are indistinguishable as their bodies sway to music and to swaying lights and to the rhythm of their perfect kiss.

“I love you back, Alex Danvers,” Maggie’s whispering into her lips, and the tears dripping salt onto her lips are suddenly not only her own, and she pulls back, because Alex Danvers crying is heartbreaking, and Alex Danvers crying is beautiful.

Their chests are both heaving slightly and their lips are swollen and their bodies are flush against each other and their bodies are intertwined and their eyes refuse to leave each others.

“May I have this dance?” Alex asks her breathlessly, and Maggie smiles helplessly, because she knows her life will never be the same.

Because she knows that Alex means it when she says she loves her, and god, god, god does it feel good to be loved – and to love – like this.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

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Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

JUNGKOOK’S POV

An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

-

Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

Something Just Like This

Summary: AU. This is the story of an ordinary couple with an extraordinary love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,652 (without lyrics)

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, pregnancy, mentions of bullying, illness, and death, song fic style

A/N: This is my oneshot submission for the poetic noble land mermaid @whothehellisbella and her Bella’s Cool Time Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge. My song prompt was Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers, Coldplay. I hope you approve and enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[23] Toothpaste – The Next World, 6x10

Now this, this is the show I want to watch: casual co-parenting in the apocalypse. The Next World is probably my favorite episode ever. It’s bookended by two perfect Richonne scenes, starting with this one, which serves to effectively reset the narrative after Carl’s near fatal gunshot wound. If you were anticipating dramatic aftermath, tough luck! We got ourselves some heavy domesticity instead! What a timely reminder to us all of how slight the shift will be when Richonne becomes official. In about… ooh, 40 minutes. Set your watches.

Michonne’s never been more relaxed onscreen than in this moment, robe-clad and grinning away as she rolls her head from Rick to Carl. (And just look at the way she watches Rick with Judith in the eighth gif.) Likewise, Rick is in embarrassing dad mode without a care in the world. We see two people who are exactly where they’re supposed to be. She even says to him, in some high-key flirting, “You be good out there.” The sweet little hand touch as they walk away reminds me of tennis doubles players between points; they don’t need to stop and check in with each other – they’re on the same page without words. And for one playful extra detail, as if to support my unnecessary tennis analogy, the ball gets passed back to Michonne just at the very last second. It’s in her court now.

  • Danai: The bonding of [almost losing Carl in No Way Out] and the fact they have a newly formed life now — it’s two months later, they get Carl back, and they’re able to rebuild Alexandria. Rick transformed as well. He’s able to take on all that Deanna used to say and that Michonne would encourage him to believe — to come to Alexandria and consider himself one of these people. He’s now much more hopeful and I think that’s something that appeals to Michonne as well. They’re in a place where they can actually allow their hearts to express themselves. Things are stable and better, they have a new lease on life.
  • Andy: It makes complete sense. It was that sort of domesticated, familial relaxation between old friends.
Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!


In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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I need to stop making homes out of people. Because it’s only a matter of time before I get kicked out because my lease is up and the door shuts behind me faster than I can say I love you. I need to learn that my body, my mind is my first true home. I need to cherish the veins that surge through my body. I need to treat my soul with delicate hands. I need to remind myself that I am worthy of everything good. Even if she couldn’t see it, I am enough
—  So thank you for kicking me out of your apartment and allowing me to see that I’m my own mansion
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Derek x Reader

Requested By @dontyouwishyouhadlove


You smiled at the little gift Derek had sent, it was a picture of the two of you, a few Hale siblings and cousins were squished in as well, you could never remember all their names. It was just like Derek to add to your hoard of photos, in fact you wondered if he sent you the pictures so they’d survive, he was forever bending or accidentally washing photos and bits of paper so it wouldn’t surprise you.

When you pulled up in the drive your front door swung open and your brother launched himself down the porch so he could yank open the door.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Scott sighed and you chuckled as you ruffled his hair.

“You saw me at gradation.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah and then we’ve had to wait for months so you could finish up there and come back home.” You groaned as he yanked you out of the car and into the house.

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a-crafty-lass  asked:

Ladrien, "Honestly, just stop it"

Marinette snuggled deeper into the covers with a soft contented sigh. Everything felt so wonderfully warm and peaceful and… 

Her eyes shot open as the arm wrapped securely around her waist tightened and a face nuzzled against her neck with a sleepy groan. 

She looked down, her eye immediately locking on to the familiar silver ring on the hand that was lightly caressing her, as well as her own spotted ensemble. 

She was Ladybug. She had fallen asleep transformed. 

Tikki was going to kill her. 

She blinked hard shaking her head from the hazy, sleep induced fog, as the memories came rushing back. 

She had saved Adrien, defeating the fangirl turned akuma with no trouble and putting on a rather heroic display if she did say so herself.  It had only made sense to follow Chat’s example of checking in on victims after the akuma attacks. Never mind what Tikki had pointed out- that A. she had never bothered to emulate her partner in this regard before and B. that Adrien wasn’t actually the Akuma victim in question- it had been an unselfish act of… 

oh who was she kidding? She had shamelessly shown up at his window hoping to flirt with him. 

What was she supposed to do after the way he had looked at her after she had thrown her lucky charm into the air to cleanse the city? He had even reached out to her before nervously pulling his hand back, awkwardly fussing with his hair. 

She had only gotten 3 minutes! Three minutes of the boy of her dreams blushing and thanking her and looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky! How was she supposed to survive on only three minutes? 

So she had waited until her parents had gone to bed and hurried over, just to check on him. MAYBE see if she was daring enough to sneak in a quick kiss on the cheek before she left. 

Of course if she had known how much more daring Adrien was willing to be she wouldn’t have bothered waiting for her parents to fall asleep. She would have dropped everything and raced to his window as fast as she could manage. 

He had invited her in, looking adorably flustered and slightly rumpled in his black sleep pants and honest to God ‘I <3 Ladybug’ Tee shirt, nervously offering her a seat, snacks, a tour of his room. 

It had been so endearingly sweet, so breathtakingly Adrien, that she hadn’t even thought twice before saying with a giddy laugh, “how on earth can you be this cute?” 

He had stared at her for a good 10 seconds, his face as red as her suit, while her own brain processed exactly what had just happened. 

“Oh,” she had gasped in horror, “What I meant was… I didn’t mean… I mean you are but-” 

She hadn’t gotten to finish whatever horrible excuse she had been floundering to come up with because his lips had smashed clumsily against her own. It was awkward and messy and lasted barely a second and oh dear God did she want to do it again. 

“I’m sorry,” he stammered guiltily, “I should have-” 

This time she cut him off, digging her fingers into his hair and dragging his mouth back to her own. 

Marinette’s face warmed at the memories, and she snuggled further back into Adrien’s arms. 

They had kissed for hours. Occasionally taking short breaks to cuddle and pet at each other, exchanging small tidbits of information between heated make out sessions. 

She couldn’t have told you at what point they had managed to get from where they were originally standing in front of the couch to his massive bed. Still she wasn’t complaining. 

Adrien let out another unconscious little moan, rolling over in search of a more comfortable position, his arm releasing her and dropping across his own chest as he lay sprawled on his back. 

Well that wouldn’t do at all. 

She flipped over, her head resting on his shoulder her fingers skimming the tempting bare skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up. 

He flinched slightly with a soft snort. 

Marinette bit back a giggle of almost demonic glee as she lightly dragged her fingers across his stomach. Once again he twitched in agitation, twisting back and forth in rebellion at the sensation. 

He was ticklish. 

She pounced, straddling on top of him and tickling him mercilessly, bursting into peels of giddy laughter as he attempted to escape her clutches through his own choked laughter. 

“Hey no fair, I was sleeping!” He gasped between breathless chuckles. 

“Were you?” She asked innocently as he finally managed to capture her hands and flip her underneath him. 

“Yes, I was having the most lovely dream,” he grinned lowering down to give her a quick kiss, “that a beautiful girl was lying in my bed.” 

“Oh should I be jealous?” She teased, running her toes up the inside of his calf. “Am I just a poor blip on the radar for the big shot model?” 

“Honestly, just stop it,” he said rolling his eyes, cheeks flushing slightly. 

Marinette grinned. He really was ridiculously cute. 

“What time is it anyways,” he murmured, letting go of her wrist and grabbing for his phone on the bedside table. 

She took the opportunity to once again bury her hands into his silky blond hair. Perhaps if she spent enough time ruffling it tonight she wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and start fussing with it during class tomorrow. 

Adrien stared at his phone and then gave her an inquisitive look. “Do you need to get headed home?” 

“Eventually,” she shrugged. “But my parents won’t check on me till around 7:30 so as long as I leave by 7 I should be good.” 

He nodded, programming in an alarm on his phone before flopping back down onto the bed and pulling her securely into his arms. 

“Okay, all set, now go back to sleep.” 

She wriggled in his grasp so that she was facing him. 

“What time is it anyways?” 

“3 am.” 

“So…” she said coyly nuzzling her nose against his chin, “we technically have 4 more hours until I need to leave.” 

“Yep, four more hours of sleep,” he said with a deliberately chaste kiss to her forehead. 

She pouted, slipping her hands under his shirt to slide up his back. She smiled in triumph as she felt him shiver at her attention, despite his valiant attempt to stay still and pretend to be unaffected. 

“Are you sure you want to sleep?” she asked, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. “You know there is this magical thing called coffee that- OOPH!” 

She gave out a startled squeak as  Adrien flipped her around so that he was spooned against her back. 

“No. As incredibly tempting as that may be, you need to get some sleep. Believe me My Lady, I have every intention of kissing you as often as possible, but we all know that unlike Alya, coffee does little to keep you from drifting off in the middle of class.” 

Marinette’s eyes went wide. “What…?” 

“Go to sleep.” 

“But, what do you mean the same… how…?” 

Adrien let of a soft laugh as he held her tightly, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “You talk in your sleep, Marinette.” 


Oh Tikki was definitely going to kill her. 

Bump

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: overload of fluff ! Pregnancy, cravings, cute ass Steve

Word Count: 1000

Summary: Steve loves your baby bump


Steve yawned loudly as he slumped into the Avenger’s kitchen, one of his hands rubbing tiredly over his eyes while the other swung a plastic bag from its grip. It was close to one in the morning and he was exhausted, having gotten up at close to the exact time for the last four days in a row. Not that he was ever going to complain about it, you were a whole lot more uncomfortable than he was while in the last stages of your pregnancy and anything that Steve could do to help ease that discomfort he was going to do it.

The last month had been the worst by far, it hadn’t agreed with either of you it seemed. You couldn’t get comfortable in bed, on the couch or anywhere, which ultimately meant that Steve had no rest either. On top of that your cravings had been through the roof, leaving Steve to go on midnight runs to grab the stuff you wanted.

Shaking away another yawn Steve placed the bag down onto the counter, startling a bit in surprise when he saw Sam leaning against the other bench, bottle of water in his hand and a smug smile on his face. He nodded towards the bag with raised eyebrows.
“What was it this time?”
“Salted crackers and peanut butter.”
“That’s not so bad,” Sam shrugged, taking another mouthful of his water.
“No, that’s not so bad,” Steve replied. “You should have seen what she made yesterday however.”
“Okay, what was it?” Sam chuckled.
“She made mash potato with chocolate milk.”

Sam laughed at that, the sound echoing around the quiet room while he ignored the unamused expression on Steve’s face.
“Are you serious? That’s - yeah okay, wow.”
“It isn’t funny!” Steve huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought she was going to cry when I told her I didn’t want any, I didn’t have any choice but to eat it and I’m telling you right now I’m lucky I didn’t throw the lot back up.”
“I’m so, so glad I missed out on that one.”

Steve was about to open his mouth and reply when he heard feet shuffling across the floor, his eyes meeting yours a second later as you walked into the room; one hand running back through your bed mussed hair while the other cradled your large baby bump. Your bottom lip quivered as you took a shaky breath, Steve in front of you in seconds, his hands rubbing circles across your shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“N - nothing,” You sniffed, leaning forward until you could press your face against Steve’s chest. “I mean - God, it’s so stupid.”
“Hey, it’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.”
“It’s just that you weren’t - you weren’t there and baby Roger’s keeps kicking me.”

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You Know the Rules

Warning: Strong language

Shawn groans as he stands under the shower. This day had not started the way he had wanted it to. He had woken up from a dream – and what a dream it had been. His girlfriend had been on her knees, lips wrapped tightly around his cock, cheeks hollowed and swallowing every last bit of him. Her face had been beautiful, her eyes wet and her swollen lips honestly looked like they were made to suck his cock. Fucking hell. He had woken up from that dream painfully hard. He glances down, lets out a frustrated sigh as his hand wraps around his cock more firmly. His mouth drops open on a silent moan, the sound of the shower somewhat masking the slick sound of his hand on his cock. A sigh slips past his lips, his head falling back in pleasure. The bathroom door opens, snapping him out of his reverie, as his girlfriend walks in, a loose fitting shirt the only thing covering her sinfully familiar body. God, the things he had done to that body.

“Hey I just have to brush my… hair…” Her voice trails off as she takes in his miserably desperate state.

Usually Shawn had enough decency to at least look ashamed at being caught like this. But not today. No, today he pulled at his cock one last time before turning to his girlfriend who is standing right there, brush in hand, her shirt clinging to her breasts, rising and falling with every breath. She is definitely better than his hand. He growls out, “Get in here. Now,” before opening the glass door of the shower and pulling her inside. She yelps in protest, yet he can’t bring himself to care. She is so warm, so soft and right here in his arms. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her against him. He suppresses a groan as his painfully hard cock presses against her soft stomach. Her shirt is soaked through now, clinging to every little curve.

“Fuck, I need you, kitten.” He looks down at her, his chest heaving with need. Kitten, he only ever calls her that during his most dominating moments. He presses a kiss against her jaw as his fingers find the hem of her shirt and pull the soaked material over her head with some difficulty. Glorious. And he needs her now.

“Shawn.” She presses her small hand against his chest, forcing some distance between them. He raises an eyebrow in question.

“We are not having sex in the shower,” she says, a teasing smile playing on her lips. He wants nothing more than to wipe that smirk of her face. Have her mouth begging for mercy, her lips kiss swollen and bruised.

“And why is that darling?” he asks, his voice low in his throat as he pushes against her hand on his torso.

“First of all… unless you are hiding a condom in your butt crack we can’t have sex. Second even if you did it could slip off during and I don’t really feel like fishing a condom out of my vagina.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “Third, considering you’re very clumsy we will probably slip and hurt ourselves.” She places her second hand on his chest trying to push him away. He quirks his eyebrow at her spirited words. Adorable.  She thinks she can win against him. His instincts shout at him. Teach her. Fuck her. Bruise her.


Shawn quickly turns off the shower before wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He opens the shower door and pulls her out along with him. Shawn smirks slightly at her wide eyed expression when he sets her in front of the counter. As he opens the cabinet under the sink and grabs a condom, she starts walking towards the door. Oh, darling. You’re not getting to the bed.   

“No, no, no kitten.” He lets out an amused chuckle. “You stay right there. Hands on the counter, press that pretty stomach against it,” he instructs her. She gulps at his words. When she hesitates for a moment too long, Shawn’s patience fizzles out. His left hand clasps her hip, pushing her towards the counter while his right one applies pressure against her back bending her over the counter. Her eyes are trained on him in the mirror’s reflection, trying to figure out his next move.

“Look at us, darling,” he murmurs as he rips open the condom wrapper and slides it onto his aching cock. He suppresses a smile as her breathing hitches slightly at his commanding tone. She knows what it entails. He reaches out to her, needing to feel her beneath his fingers. He runs his hand up her arm, enjoying the trail of goose bumps he leaves behind. He steps up behind her, lowering his lips to her ear and looking her in the eye in the mirror’s reflection. God, she is beautiful: bent over the sink with her elbows keeping her somewhat upright, her sinful ass jutting out. She is looking up at him, the breath-taking column of her neck exposed. He grinds his hips into her ass, savouring the sweet sweet friction against his cock. Her eyes widen as she feels his condom-covered erection nudging her and she moves her hips, as if asking for more. Shawn plants a kiss to her neck, mumbling, “No excuses anymore, hm?” His nose ghosts up the shell of her ear. Her breathy gasp is music to his ears. She looks down, breaking the eye contact. Now that just won’t do. He tangles his left hand into her hair, pulling on it, forcing her face up, making her look at him again. Her chest rises in short, shallow breaths as he gently presses his body against hers.

“Hm? Nothing to say? Has my kitten already run out of witty things to say? Your pussy aching that bad? Can’t form a smart answer because it’s hurting?” He places a searing kiss under her ear. Her eyes flutter shut, as she bites her lip to contain a moan. He grins at her reflection: a flush developing high on her cheeks, her chest heaving with gasped breaths, her hardened nipples begging for attention. His lips graze her jaw; he can barely contain a growl as she arches up into his touch. Patience, darling. I haven’t even begun yet.  

“Ah, kitten. I would love to give you pleasure but…” He smirks as her eyes snap open and her body goes rigid in his embrace. Smart kitten. Let’s play. His fingers untwist from her hair, brushing it to the side. Shawn tucks a stray lock behind her ear before moving his fingers down her neck. Stroking it, slowly wrapping his fingers around it. He can feel her pulse thrumming loudly in anticipation… and maybe a little in apprehension. He makes her look up at him. Good god, she will be the death of him. Eyes large, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and lips parted on a moan.

“Kitten… You know you have to apologise,” he tells her. He is tracing circles on her hip, his left hand around her throat still holding it firmly. Her eyebrows furrow a little in confusion.

She huffs a sigh at the feeling of his large hand covering almost her entire neck. She keens underneath his fingers as Shawn’s right hand cups her crotch, silently begging him for more. A muttered Shawn rasps out of her as he slides two fingers inside her. Her slick walls stretch around him, clenching around his fingers ever so tightly. Fuck. His cock twitches in anticipation. So tight, so slick.

“Who made you wet darling?” He looks at her, enjoying the way she blushes at his words. “Did I get this you wet? Fuck- You’re dripping.” He curves his fingers, brushing over her g-spot. Her eyes fall shut, a broken shout rattling out of her as she presses against his hand.

“No moving. Or I’ll stop,” he orders, his voice sounding rough to his own ears.

“Shawn… Please… more…” she begs, jutting out her ass a little, pleading for him to touch her.

“Sorry, love. You need to apologize first.” He takes his fingers out of her, drawing a whimper from her beautiful lips. His foot nudges her legs further apart, as he gives her ass a light yet stinging slap. A warning.

“Ass out darling. Come on, let me see you,” he orders, his left hand tightening its grip on her throat ever so slightly when she opens her mouth as if to protest. Her breath hitches as she feels the tip of his cock against her entrance. She looks at his reflection, silently begging him. Not good enough.

“Want my cock, kitten? Hm? Want it to fill you? Stretch you? You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? God I’ve kept you waiting haven’t I? Ask for it. Show me how bad you want me to fuck you and I’ll give it to you,” he murmurs lowly, his eyes trained on hers.

“Please. Please, Shawn.” She hesitates before adding. “I want your cock. Deep. Please.” She doesn’t stutter, she only blushes a little. She trusts him with this. Christ’s sake she is killing him. The knowledge makes his aching erection down right painful.

He can’t wait any longer. He had to feel her, had to have her clenching around him. A growl tears out of him as his control shatters. He thrusts into her, drawing it out, torturing both of them. A string of please and more roll off her tongue as he bottoms out. Her eyes fall shut as he presses into her. His pace slow and unforgiving. But It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough of what she needs.

“Oh, kitten. Look at yourself. Look how good I fuck you,” he orders, voice strained as he tries to keep his composure. Her bewitching eyes open again, looking at herself in the reflection of the slowly fogging up mirror. Her eyes darken as she catches sight of herself in the reflection. 

“You look so good on my cock. Taking all of me in. You love it, don’t you? When I fuck you? When you know you’ll need my help standing?” He revels in her mewled moan. Lord have mercy on him.

“Straight up begging for it, aren’t you? Begging for my cock. Fuckin- Fucking writhing on my cock.” The only response he gets is a choked whimper of his name. He drives his hips home, pressing into her. A groan escapes him as her walls flutter around him. Her soft cries for more eat at his control. His fingers around her neck tighten imperceptibly as she meets his thrusts.

“So, so, so needy kitten. Need more of my cock? Does your cunt need more?” He relishes her whined answer, a drawn out yes that goes straight to his cock. He grinds into her, murmuring in her ear, filthy filthy words tumbling from his lips. He mouths at her jaw, a hickey blossoming on her flushed skin.

“Do you want to come, kitten? Your pussy’s so goddamn tight. Fuck- I’ll- I’ll lose my cock all the way up there, if you keep doing that. Stranglin- Fucking strangling my cock with that cunt of yours, darling.” He can’t help the moan that escapes him at her response: a broken, whimpered moan of please, please, please. He gently nips her ear, enjoying the breathy gasp she releases.

“You know what I want darling. Apologise and you can come,” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as her eyes look at him with disbelief written on her face. He raises an eyebrow, assuring her that he is serious. He drives into her, causing her mouth to drop, moans spilling from her swollen lips. Her hand slams up against the mirror, desperately seeking support. Her head drops. His punishing pace is too much, too intense and yet not entirely enough.

“No, no, no. Kitten, you know the rules. Watch. Watch how good I fuck you. How much you like being fucked hard.” He growls out as his hand raises her head again, forcing her to take in her desperate and filthy state.

“Look at you. You never understand- never believe me… You look so fucking good. I’m fucking this goddamn goddess- So gorgeous. Look, dear, look how fucking filthy you look.” He pants, looking straight into her eyes. A breathy sigh the only answer he gets.

“I’m sorry, Shawn. So sorr- Fuck. I’m sorry, please. Let me- Please let me come. You fuck me so good. Please, I can’t-” She begs beautifully. He grinds his teeth together. Little witch, enchanting him into giving in.

“Oh, darling. Come here,” is all he manages to say as his hips grind into her, his shaft burying deep into her, grazing her g-spot. Her back arches, her breasts jutting out, a whine shattering out of her. She is gorgeous. The incoherent string of sorry and please never stopped; even as he drives into her, the apologies still tumble from her lips. As if she doesn’t want to risk him stopping.

“Good girl. Good girl. Look at that- stretching so well. Your pussy’s perfect. So fucking good,” he mumbles against her ear. A breath punches out of him as her walls clench down on his cock, holding him in a vicelike grip.

“Come for me darling…” he says, giving her neck a little squeeze. She shatters in his arms, her hand leaving the mirror and clawing into his arm. Her orgasm rushes through her, her walls fluttering wildly around him. A moan leaves him as his own orgasm punches through his body. His heavy breath fans across her neck as he comes down from a seemingly endless high.

He gingerly pulls out of her, discarding of the condom. He picks her boneless body into his arms before she crashes on the bathroom floor and carries her to their bed. He holds her close to his chest, worrying his bottom lip. Shawn presses kisses to her hair as he tries to put his thoughts into one coherent sentence. Once he had somewhat regained his composure he wondered, had it felt as good for her, as it had for him?

“Was I… too… you know, too rough?” he manages to stutter. She breathes in loudly, and her delayed answer makes blind panic surge up in him.

“What? No! It was great, I- I actually really loved it,” she rushes to reassure him. She twists in his arms to press a kiss against his lips.  “Shawn, I’d tell you if I wanted you to stop. Trust me. I wouldn’t just… endure it. I’d tell you to stop. Promise.”

He relaxes at her words, a sigh of relief leaving him. Thank God.

“I loved being your kitten.” She smirks, winking at him cheekily. He can’t help the blush that spreads on his cheeks. God… How could he have said all that?


A/N I would like to thank my kinky friend for helping with the dirty talk and thank you to my equally (if not more) kinky friend who helped correct my grammar mistakes. Love you!!! 

anonymous asked:

Omg imagine a drunk Harry on vacation. I can just see him in my head loosely wrapping his arms around the waist of his missus, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheeks and him just going on about how much he loves her and maybe even getting cheeky. ;)

Pretty much slouching upon her as she enjoys the Jamaican night-time by herself, watching as the lights from the hectic and chaotic night-life town decorate the horizon and taking in the darling sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore just a short walk down from the steps of the villa. The breeze in the air making her feel a little colder as it hit her bare legs, snuggling further into the lounge chair she’s decided to occupy and cosying deeper into Harry’s sweater that she hung down her torso. His head, with hair that was a little damp from his antics of jumping from the bridge of the villa on their walk back from dinner before they’d met with Jeff and the band for a night of cocktails and beer, nudged into his neck as his damp clothes come into contact with her flushed skin. Arms wrapped around her waist as he held onto her tightly, as if she would blow away in the breeze if he let her go, squeezing her and humming in content into the crook of her neck. 

Cheers and laughter coming from the group of men he’d left behind on the patio, on his journey to finding you, slurs and yells and impromptu dares being exchanged as they let the alcohol flood their body and take over their minds.

“You’re a little drunk, aren’t you, hm? Are you having fun with everyone tonight? Not too overworked, no?” She coos softly, raking her fingers through the strands of his hair, as he peppers wet and open-mouthed kisses to her neck. Suckling wetly with slurping sounds that tickle her skin, “no cheeky kisses or snogs, mister. We’re with your friends. We can’t afford to get caught. Jeff already caught us the other week.”

“They won’t care. Jeff won’t care either. He knows I like to sink m’cock into yeh,” he slurs out thickly, words rolling off his tongue and flushing warm over the skin of her neck, his accent much more prominent as he spoke that sent tingles through her spine, “knows m’in love wi’ yeh, too. Knows I love yeh soooo much,” he draws out, lifting his head up and nudging his nose against her cheek, “think they know that yeh gon’a be spendin’ time with me, havin’ naked cuddles in bed and havin’ deep sex on the beach.”

“I don’t think so, Peaches. Not with people around. ‘specially since we share this villa with everyone else,” she smiles, the aroma of beer and tequila and a little pineapple juice coming from his breath as he looks at her with hooded eyes. Lips tilted into a smirk as his hand comes to rest on her thigh, “Harry. I’m warning you. Stop being naughty.” 

“Please?”

“Maybe tomorrow. You’re drunk and very liable to pass out as soon as you hit the bed,” she giggles softly, “don’t need you falling asleep when we’re having sex,” she admits, cupping his face in her hand as she leans forward and presses a kiss to his nose, “shall we get you into bed? I think you could use a good sleep. You’re going to have a killer hangover in the morning.” xx

Yoosung meets a woman that has an uncanny resemblance to Rika at his college and becomes infatuated with her and begins neglecting MC

@rfascenariios hahahahaha, so I sometimes accidentally open blogs and then end up scrolling through and I found this, even though I have a mountain of other head canons to work on, but I just love this so much, so here you go.

  • It started with a picture that Yoosung posted on the messenger
  • “I found Rika! Or, at least a woman that looks just like her! She’s in one of my classes and her name is Yumi!”
  • He wasn’t wrong. She did look just like Rika.
  • Yoosung talks about her constantly, getting to know her at school
  • Now, he and MC have been dating for about a year and a half now, and she gets kind of worried about the fervor in which he is treating Yumi
  • Yoosung gets invited out to a mixer with his friends, so MC is invited along and Yumi is there
  • MC gets to talk to Yumi and she’s nice enough, but admits that she has her sights set on Yoosung
  • When MC tells Yumi that she and Yoosung are already dating, Yumi says, “Really? Because he treats me more like his girlfriend that he does you.”
  • After the mixer, MC asks Yoosung if he loves her, and he says yes, of course, but she’s still really nervous about the whole thing and not sure if she believes him
  • And his talk of Yumi continues to escalate, because she started asking questions about Rika and emulating her
  • Eventually, MC tries to express her hurt to Yoosung about the whole thing via messenger, but he doesn’t understand why she’s all bent out of shape
  • Zen and Seven get in on this as well, basically trying to explain what’s going on in MC’s head, but Yoosung refuses to listen
  • It’s not until Yoosung skips a date with MC to hang out with Yumi that things get ugly
  • She’s hurt, but she doesn’t let it affect her too much, hoping he still loves her
  • Zen even yells at Yoosung for doing that
  • The next day, MC shows up at his school to drop off his lunch, which she always brings for him on Tuesday’s, but Yumi sees her first, says that he’s busy studying and, without being a student, you can’t get into the library, so she’ll take the lunch to him
  • As soon as she has the lunch in her hands, she tells MC, “Yoosung and I went out on a date, by the way. You should probably stop bringing him food. He’s moved on.”
  • MC walks away in tears
  • She goes onto the messenger and says that she needs to break up with Yoosung, as much as it breaks her heart, because he doesn’t love her anymore
  • All he loves is a memory of Rika and the woman that looks just like her
  • He doesn’t see it until after his class with Yumi, and he ends up frozen for a few minutes just staring at the message… until Yumi reads it over his shoulder and offers her condolences
  • Yoosung, having been snapped out of it, says he needs to go find MC and talk to her, he doesn’t want to break up, he doesn’t understand why she would do this
  • However, she’s busy drinking with Zen and Jaehee, her phone is turned off, and Yoosung doesn’t know where she is
  • That night, MC stumbles back home, still super drunk, and realizes that she accidentally went to Yoosung’s apartment
  • Now MC is about to turn away when she checks the messenger and sees that he wants to talk about this, so she decides that now is as good as ever…
  • She gets her phone out to start recording because she knows she won’t remember in the morning
  • ….only to walk up the stairs to his apartment to find that Yoosung’s kissing Yumi
  • MC drops her purse out of shock, and when he hears the sound, he freaks, and tries to push Yumi away (what he was trying to do all along)
  • MC doesn’t hear him calling after her and just half stumbles, half runs away
  • She posts a picture on the messenger of Yoosung and Yumi kissing
  • “I thought he wanted to talk to convince me not to leave him. Guess I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.”
  • Zen tries to jump to his defense, saying that Yoosung looks uncomfortable, like he doesn’t want it, but MC just says, “I need to go drown my sorrows in ice cream and romance movies. I’ll check the messenger once a day from now on. Don’t worry about me.”
  • She does as promised, sits at home, crying, eating ice cream, and watching anything with a romance premise
  • Her coworkers worry about her when she’s at work because her eyes all puffy and red, but she just explains that she had a really bad break up
  • One coworker offers to beat him up for her once they hear the details, but she declines
  • She tries to get Jumin’s advice on killing her emotions so she can stop hurting
  • Yoosung finally manages to ambush her a few days after she saw him kissing Yumi at her apartment before she leaves to go to the grocery store
  • He explains that Yumi was there trying to help him (or so she claimed), then suddenly grabbed him and kissed him. She then tried to convince him that MC didn’t love him and only Yumi could
  • But Yoosung knows better, he feels like a jerk, and realizes that Yumi is nothing like the Rika he knew (which wasn’t necessarily the real Rika, but he doesn’t know that)
  • He begs MC to take him back
  • MC states that they’ll start with the dinner she’s about to make, and they can go from there
  • They go grocery shopping, then cook and eat together
  • He ends up kissing her goodbye at the end of the night
  • And twenty minutes after leaving, he comes back and, just-
  • This impulsive, loving yandere child just drops down on one knee with a ring in his hand
  • A few weeks later, Yumi has made no further progress with Yoosung and is getting frustrated, and when MC shows up on campus again to give Yoosung his lunch, Yumi goes to confront her…. then sees the ring on her finger
  • Before Yumi can approach to ask what’s going on, Yoosung is there, kissing MC, giddy as ever to see her
  • Yumi is forced to walk away and save herself the embarassment

anonymous asked:

jake and ames being cute and gross in public !!!

thank u kindly for the prompt!!! i hope these are ok and fluffy enough!!

  • at shaw’s with the rest of the squad their pda is kept lowkey because charles is notorious for hovering near them armed with his iphone camera ready to pap them (gina is guilty of this too tbh)
  • this of course changes when four drink amy shows up and she’s whispering (or her drunk version of whispering) to jake Exactly what she wants to do to him when they get back to their apartment and uh is he imagining it or is her hand on his butt
    • he’s not and they are quick to leave shaw’s 
  • six drink amy in a relationship is highly emotional/clingy and, on the rare occasions where she makes an appearance like at the beach house, she can usually be found on a sofa curled into jake with her head buried in the crook of his neck as he strokes her arm and gives her #validation, telling her he loves her etc
  • jake knows all of amy’s weird turn ons (that to anyone in earshot would seem completely innocent) so of course he’s gonna sometimes mess with her in public. like all he has to do his tell her that he organised his sock drawer by colour, brand, and frequency of wear in his deep holt voice for her to say “oh, god” in That voice and give him That look. we all know the one
    • it’s only funny for maybe 30 seconds bc a turned on amy makes him turned on. and they’re both flustered in public. rip jacob you played yourself
  • at work they often have lunch sitting next to each other - amy will commend him on his improved eating habits and jake will look at her like he’s being praised by god herself. which for all intents and purposes he is
  • tbh sitting across from each other they are both guilty of getting momentarily distracted gazing when the other is too engrossed in work to notice. in the two months that gina was m.i.a. from her desk behind them there was no one to call them out on it
  • it’s always amy who will offer to give her jacket to jake because she herself reads weather forecasts and doesn’t depend on anyone for jackets. well apart from maybe the time that god forbid the forecast was wrong and it was actually 10°C out - which in santiago terms is -5°C - and she needed jake’s leather jacket on top of her own to stop herself shivering. “this is the fault of the meteorologists they have one job and i” “-babe, it’s ok just take the jacket”
  • when they do get to go to paris no one can stop them from being touristy dorks completely and utterly in love - chaste kisses sitting next to each other on the plane, holding hands everywhere, giggling too loud on the metro etc. …gross indeed
For You{4}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:This kinda sucks but here it is anyway!-M

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tags: im-a-fandom-slut    @gamesandremixes     @shamless-wolfies     @leviathan-cas-05   writing-in-riverdale     k-illdarlings    
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Originally posted by wkom

“Jeff… "She said once more and sighed deeply. When she saw that he just wouldn’t stop,she started shaking her head and finally, his hands removed from her hair.

"Ah,don’t do this,you’ll get dizzy!”

She ignored his comment and continued walking, faster and faster every time he spoke.She felt really uncomfortable listening to him compliment her.She needed him to shut up so that she could think straight.

“Your hair is soft.I like your hair.”

“Jeff,stop it…” She said in a serious tone.He just rolled his eyes and smiled widely,like he had achieved his goal to irritate her.

Why was he like that?Bipolar disorder?No,just too much liquor.Right?

“We’re almost at my house.Where’s yours though? "She asked and suddenly, he overdramatically put his right hand on his forehead and fell on her.She used all her strength and somehow managed to lift him up.He put his arm around her shoulders and he seemed like he couldn’t walk properly.

"What?” She almost yelled but he put his index finger on her lips,hushing her.

“Oh no,i don’t feel very well…Can i stay at your place tonight?”

“Whoa wait…”She said and tried to push him away but he was too strong and didn’t seem to move an inch.She  sighed loudly and put her hands on his waist,holding him tightly.

She let him come with her without even asking for the location of his own home.He was such a fucking distraction.She was so busy thinking of what she would answer,if he asked her about what happened at the party that she didn’t even mind him basically walking her home.All the anger had strangely faded away and she even laughed a few times at his stupid,intoxicated,loud thoughts.

“Have you noticed that i eventually go along with whatever you want tonight?I’ve lowered my standards and that’s bad.”She confessed and snorted at he thought that he had such an effect on her.It was just so funny.

“So is that an okay or what?“He asked and after hesitating for a moment,she nodded.

“I guess you won’t tell me where you live so i can take you there.And i guess i can’t leave you alone either.“

“You guess right babygirl…”He whispered in her ear and smirked.Y/N felt shivers running down her spine.What was wrong with her?She was supposed to slap him for everything he told and did to her those past couple of days and then walk away.But that wasn’t one of her options and she couldn’t tell why.

After a couple minutes of dead silence,they finally arrived at Y/N’s.

“Can you stand?”She asked and giving her an adorab-stupid smile,he removed his arm from her and indeed stood on his own two feet like there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

“Yes, as you can see!”He said and she shook her head.He was playing with her.Of course,she knew that he was pretending but the worst part was that he was having the time of his life.He was enjoying it so much.

She took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and unlocked the door.Thank goodness her parents were gone for the weekend.

“Oh my!This place is so cool!”Jeff exclaimed as he walked in.He literally jumped on the couch then lay there,his hands resting on his forehead.

“Yeah,sure,right…”She seemed to be thinking of something else so she wasn’t paying much attention to him.More than to what was gonna happen from that point and on.

“Y/N i need to tell you something…”He almost shouted when he saw the girl getting upstairs.She stopped moving and turned to him,giving him a questionable look.

“I’m just gonna bring you a blan-”

“It can wait.”He retorted and she frowned.What was so important?Probably on of his stupid comments again,she thought and rolled her eyes.

He sounded serious and honest though.Like something serious had happened.Y/N slowly walked towards him and getting up,he made space for her to sit beside him.

“What is it this time?”She asked,not looking at him.She felt exausted all of a sudden.She didn’t wanna think anymore.It was tiring.

“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but honestly,at this point i don’t care…”He said and put his hands on her thigh.Okay,what was happening?One moment he was all acting strange,the other all serious.Weirdly, sober serious.

The place his hand touched started burning.Damn you Jeff Atkins.Damn you…

“Doubt it,only if it’s some kind of anecdote…”She turned her gaze at him and took a moment to acknowledge his beautiful features;Fuck,he was handsome.

“Hey,listen…”He almost whispered as he removed some hair from her face,putting them behind her ear.

Oh,o-okay…”She breathed.

“You know i like you right?You don’t think i punched Motty because i hate you?I know i said some hurtful things to you and i wish i could take them back.But every time i saw you in the hall with Jensen,i couldn’t help but feel jealous that he was hanging out with you instead of me.And earlier,i felt the need to protect you from that asshole because i know he isn’t the guy you all think he is.”

As he talked,she felt more and more confused.He felt jealous?He wanted to protect her?Where did all these feelings come from?Hell,did he just say he liked her?No,she must have misheard.

“I didn’t mean to say those things to you.I-i just expressed my interest in you in the worst fucking way possible.I don’t hate you Y/N.I like you,so much.I want to get to know you better.I am so attracted to you and believe me, i am hardly holding back so as to not kiss you right now…”

His face was inches away from hers,their foreheads were touching.Y/N could smell his intoxicating breath,a mix of alcohol and ment.Her breath hitched in her throat.That was so wrong.He was just drunk,he didn’t know what he was saying,right?

“Jeff,you need to rest..”Was all that she could say as she gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him back;he was way too close.He bit the inside of his cheek,then ran a hand through his hair.

“So that’s all you have to say after all this?That i need to rest?Y/N,don’t you see it?I am so in love with you,yet you don’t even say anything about it!”

Y/N angrily stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“What do you want me to say?That i like you back?Is that what you wanna hear?Even if i did i would never admit it because boys like you use girls for their own benefit!I am not willing to be one of those girls Jeff,okay?All i want is for this  misunderstanding to end at this very moment.I forgive you for what you did but please,don’t make this more complicated than it already is.Just,leave it.I’m sure that tomorrow,everything you did and what we said tonight will just be a blur to you.So let’s just end this here,please…“

She finished her small speech and with tears in her eyes, she didn’t even notice Jeff getting up and heading towards her.

“I don’t do these things Y/N,you have it all wrong-”

He tried to touch her hand but she took a step back,shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeff.You are drunk and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth.I’m sure you don’t even mean everything you’ve told me tonight.So just lay on the couch,i’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket and then you can sleep.And when you wake up in the morning,please go before i come down.Don’t want you shouting at me for ‘seducing’ you to come to my home.”

She wiped away some tears covering her face and biting her lip,she turned around and hesitantly climbing the stairs,she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He decided to let her go.He thought she needed time to maybe think.Besides,she’d come down anyway.While sitting down in silence,his head spinning, he managed to come to a single conclusion;he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

ryvetted4  asked:

Hii! For the 3-sentence fic could you do Sterek? Where Stiles is a taxi driver it's raining and suddenly this stranger dressed in a tux and patent leather shoes hurriedly flags him down. He smells the money and expensive cologne before he even gets in and Stiles is all "Shouldn't you have your own limo or something?"

This got… a little out of hand

Stiles wasn’t exactly sure why someone at the MET Gala called for a Lyft, most of those guests had limos or town cars at the very least, but he didn’t really care; it was a relatively slow night because of the rain and the girl who called the Lyft was pretty. 

There was a tap on the window and Stiles jumped, he had just sent the ‘I’m here’ text so he wasn’t expecting his passenger already, “Are you Stiles?”

“Yeah but you don’t look like a Cora to me,” Stiles said before he could stop himself. His brain to mouth filter was pretty shitting on the best day and when there was a guy who was hotter than the sun standing in a tux worth more than his Jeep looking like something out of a Rom Com it was nonexistent. 

The guy, who looked oddly familiar, huffed, “I’m Derek, she’s my sister. My phone died and I needed to get out of there so she called the ride, can I get in?”

“Oh yeah, sure, yeah,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair, “Like I said I’m Stiles and you’re not Cora.”

“Right,” The guy said with a smile, “Derek, Derek Hale.”

Stiles brain short circuited for a second. Derek Hale, son of Talia and Joseph Hale, New York City billionaires, was in his shitty Jeep. 

“Well, Derek, Derek Hale,” Stiles said once his motor functions came back online, “Where am I taking you in your fancy suit. Wait shouldn’t you have a limo or something?”

“Paps follow the limos when they leave,” Derek said, “I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

“So… home then?” Stiles asked, not sure what to make of the handsome billionaire in his car.

Derek looked at him then, really looked at him, his eyes soft and earnest, and said, “This might sound really stupid and you can say no, but would you just take me to some hole in the wall diner in like Queens and eat a meal with me? I want to be around someone who isn’t fawning over me and you haven’t done that yet.”

“I’m very good at hiding my fawning,” Stiles said with a smile, “And I know just the place. No one will bother you there, not even me.”

“You can bother me if you want,” Derek said with a little smile, letting out a breath as Stiles pulled away and headed toward Queens and his favorite diner, the one his mom used to take him to when he was a kid.

When they got there Stiles put the car in park but didn’t get out, “This is a good place, tell them you know Stiles and they’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“How about you tell them I know Stiles,” Derek said with a shy grin, “My treat, this time.”

“I’ll get the next one then,” Stiles said, shutting the Jeep off and getting out into the rainy night.

“I’d like that.”