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My fake boyfriend Part 1

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1056.

Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”

He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”

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marvel’s looking for extras for a lab scene in wakanda and seb just posted a selfie hinting he’s gonna start filming for infinity war, like my son bucky barnes is back, free him from the refrigerator 


doctor who otp doodle prompt roundup! :3

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thanks so much to everyone who submitted a prompt–i had a fantastic time working on them! <3 <3 <3

The Best Hero (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Peter Parker one. With the prompt. Come over here and make me. The reader says this but doesn’t expect Peter to suddenly become so bold and all.:):) thank you. I love your blog

Warnings: Make out?

Word Count: 724

A/N: Sorry this is short but I hope you like it.  

Originally posted by carpelunam

Having an argument with Peter Parker was the hardest thing to do for you. Especially when it was something he couldn’t stop but fangirl about. The Avengers.

“Look, Peter. All I’m telling you is that Iron Man is just okay. He could never be a Captain America. Just admit it. I know you have posters of him in your room.”

Peter threw his hands in the air, he was in shock. He knew he was also in love with Captain but not more than Tony Stark. “Oh please!” He crossed his arms in his chest, looking at you in disappointment. “You clearly have zero knowledge about The Avengers. I’m not going to argue with you anymore until you just do your research,” he grinned at you and turned around to leave the room. You yelled: “Like you could know better than me Peter! Don’t act like you hang out with them every weekend!”

Peter stopped. In that moment he didn’t want anything but to tell you that he really did hang out with them every weekend and after school. He walked backwards to you and being the dorky person he is he tripped and nearly fell on the ground. Turning his face back to you he whispered: “For the record, Iron Man is a genius unlike Captain America and his 90 years old mind.” You shivered because he was closer to you than he ever was. Your chests were touching and you could feel his breath on your neck and ears. You tried to ignore the sudden feelings he just gave to you, considering you have always seen him as your best friend.

Your mouth was in the shape of ‘O’ and you were looking at Peter in pity, how dare he?: “I feel sorry for you. For the record (you mock him), if they were ever in a fight, just the two of them, Captain America would crush him,” you smirked. You couldn’t believe you were genuinely having an argument with Peter, over something seriously dumb. You wanted to laugh at your situation but you just held it back, knowing you couldn’t just ruin the mood. He had a mischievous expression on his face. He looked deeply in your eyes. You just didn’t know why you felt your heart fluttering when looking into his beautiful brown eyes, it was not the first time you were staring at them. Your cheeks were burning because of the thoughts running in your mind. All you wanted to do was kiss his soft lips in that moment. You shook your head and took a deep breath. What the hell were you thinking?

“And what is your evidence for your argument?” He knew he got you. You didn’t have any evidence; you just had a giant crush on Captain America. So you decided to use your secret weapon, something that would make him really mad.

“Oh Peter come on. Will you stop defending random people against Captain America? What will you do next? Tell me Spiderman is the best hero in the world?” You laughed. You knew he was going to forget all about the argument you had before, after hearing the name, Spider-man, mocked by you.

Peter stood there for a moment; he didn’t know what to say. That was clearly an insult. His stupid grin was wiped off from his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled.

You walked backwards and smirking, you whispered: “Come over here and make me.” You crossed your arms on your chest. You didn’t even realize what you had just said. Your cheeks were burning and your hands were trembling, but your made sure Peter hadn’t noticed.  You leaned on the wall behind you and waited for Peter’s response. As much as you were anxious about what was going on, you were also clearly enjoying it. Without a doubt Peter’s lips crushed onto yours. You squealed at the sudden reaction of Peter but went with it. You felt relieved since all you have been thinking about was l-his lips on yours. His one hand was holding your leg up by grabbing your hips and the other was holding your neck vigorously, not wanting to let you go. Your hands were roaming all over his chest. “Now, I’ll show you how Spider-Man is the best hero in the world,” he moaned into the kiss.

can’t help but love you

pairing: jughead jones and archie andrews (+ side betty cooper and veronica lodge)

word count: 8.2k

on ao3


The problem with this was that, firstly Archie wasn’t into guys, he was into just about every girl in Riverdale. Secondly, Jughead was still trying to figure out if what he was feeling was just a fluke, and being around Archie just confused him. And thirdly, Jughead didn’t want to like him at all. His feelings were a burden, a painful ache at the back of his head.  It was easier to pretend to still hate Archie then tell him that he might have feelings for him.

a/n: idk how im already this far deep into the trash can but here we are. 

Jughead was nestled into his favorite booth at Pop’s Chock-Lit Shoppe that night, fingers furiously typing away on his laptop as he worked on his novel. He only paused to drink some of his chocolate milkshake or glance at the booth containing the four friends he could’ve been with if he wasn’t… well, him.

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get up// simon minter

i’m sorry for how short this is but i couldn’t think how to make it any longer. i haven’t posted any imagines for a while and i really wanted to, so here’s a very shitty simon one. also, i got a lot of inspiration from this post!

requests are open!
love you all xo

Simon Minter was probably the hardest person to wake up in the entire world and you hated when the responsibility fell onto your shoulders to wake him up. Usually, if he was being difficult, you would just leave him but because the two of you were driving down to your hometown for the weekend, you had to power through.

You took a deep breath before approaching your best friend who was curled up in the middle of his bed, his silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. “Simon,” you sang quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Receiving nothing but a groan in return you rolled your eyes before nudging him lightly as you kneeled on his bed. “Simon, we need to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there in time for dinner.” Again, he groaned from underneath the covers and buried his face deeper into his pillow. “Fine, if you really want to be difficult.”

Within a second, you had pulled the covers away from Simon, laughing loudly as he let out a high-pitched squeal before he sat up and glared at you. “I don’t like you,” he croaked, his voice laced with the early morning.

You know you love me,” you scoffed as you sat next to him on his bed. He fell back against his pillows and pulled you down with him, resulting in a cry of protest from you. “No, we need to go!”

“Shh, just five more minutes.” His words were muffled due to your hair, his breath against your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You sighed in defeat once he began to trace his fingers on the exposed skin of your waist; he knew that would instantly get you to relax. You and Simon had grown up together, so there was probably nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. Other than the fact that, after over twenty years, you still didn’t know a useful way to wake him up.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Simon’s quiet voice broke the silence. “(Y/N)? Is that my new t-shirt?”

A grin broke across your face as the question passed his lips, it wasn’t an unusual thing for you to steal Simon’s clothes but there was an unspoken rule for you to at least let him wear them once before you claimed them as your own. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you off this time, babe, but only because it looks better on you than it ever would on me.” For a reason you were clueless about, your cheeks began to burn at his words and of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?”

“No, you are,” you groaned at your weak reply, and he looked at you with a stupid smirk on his face, “shut up, Minter.” You hid your red face in his pillow and Simon’s familiar smell instantly clouded your senses as you tried to ignore his teasing laughter.

Aw! (Y/N)’s blushing!” Simon sang, poking your side and grinning when you squealed.

“I hate you so much.”

You know you love me,” he throws your earlier words back at you with a wink. You laugh loudly and push his shoulder lightly, but obviously Simon over exaggerates and dramatically rolls himself to the other side of the bed with a loud yell.

“Why do I still put up with you? You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Simon says smiling, before pulling you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can’t fight the beaming smile off your face as you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up slightly as you run your fingers gently through his hair. You would love to stay like this all day, in the arms of the one person you will always love, not caring whether he loved you back the same way. However, you both needed to be up and out within the next twenty or so minutes.

“Okay, you’ve had enough time to wake up,” you say as you sit up and stretch. “Get in the shower, we need to leave soon.”

“Alright, but (Y/N), one more thing,” Simon speaks, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual.

“Yeah?” You turn around, only to be greeted by Simon eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You froze, shocked by his sudden actions but you quickly reciprocated, placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap. He slowly moved his hands underneath his t shirt and onto your hips, repeating his actions from earlier and tracing patters against your skin. A few seconds later, you both pull away breathless and a little dizzy.

Maybe we can be a little late,” you mumble causing Simon’s laugh to echo around his room until you pulled his mouth back on yours.

Try by @kateyes224

A/N:  This is slightly NSFW, and is officially my first foray into smut.  Irony being, it’s dialogue only, so does it really count as smut?  You be the judge.  

“No, Mulder.  Absolutely not.”

“Scullyyyyyyy.  Come on!  Pleeease?”

“I said no.  And stop whining.”

“You won’t even try it, just this once?  For me?”

“No.  You might not believe this, Mulder, but I did try once before.  Last time we tried it…you kind of…hurt me.”

“I hurt you?”


“When was this?  Why don’t I remember it?”

“I’d be more surprised if you did remember it.  We’d barely even been together at that point.”

“Okay.  So except for this alleged attempt where I supposedly hurt you-”

“You most definitely hurt me.  Which is why it’s only happened the once.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Scully.  Really.  It was unintentional.  But that was ages ago.  You haven’t tried it since, have you?”

“No, and I don’t really care to.  Especially not now that I know that you let Diana do it.”

“Scully, come on, do not bring Diana into this conversation right now.  It was totally different with her.”

“Yeah, so I’ve noticed.”

“Scullyyyyyyyy, come onnnnn.  Don’t make me beg.”


“You let me do it to you sometimes.  How is that any different?”

“Mulder, it’s different because I don’t actually mind when you do it to me.  I kinda like it.”

“Really?  You like when I do it?”

“Yeah, Mulder, I do.  You always seem to know exactly when I want it without me ever having to tell you.  I mean…usually whenever you do it to me it’s preceded by some dire circumstance, so I know it’s borne of an unconscious desire to reconnect with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is true.  Stop that, I can’t concentrate when your hand is doing that.”

“When my hand is doing this?”

“Mmm, God.  Yes, that.  Besides, the way we do it now is kind of…our thing, you know?  Please, Mulder, you gotta stop…”

“You sure you want me to stop?  You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“No, don’t stop.  Jesus Christ, Mulder, that feels amazing.”  

“You sure you don’t want to try it?  For me?”

“Uhhhnn, Mulder, you’re not playing fair.  Please, not, uh, oh God, not with the puppy dog eyes…Okay, fine, if I try it this one time will you stop harassing me?”

“I’ll never stop harassing you, Scully, it’s what I do best.  And you never know, you may love it so much you’re willing to do it for me more often.”

“I seriously doubt it.  Oh, yes, right there, keep going.”

“I’m thinking you will.  And maybe we can just save it for special occasions.  You know, birthdays, holidays, those times when I make you come so hard you can’t walk right for a week…”

“God, your hubris would be obnoxious if I weren’t so close right now.”

“Sounds like a perfect time to try it then.”

“Uhhhh, okay, okay, okay…yes, I promise I’ll try it, I’ll do anything you want, just keep doing that.  Oh God, yes.”

“That’s not my name, Scully.”

“Okay, fuck…yes…oh my God, Fox, yessssssssss.”

“See?  Was that so hard, Dana?”

“Shut up, Mulder.  Wipe that stupid smile off your face.”

“Welllllll…Did you like it?”

“Did you?”

“Absolutely.  I could listen to you say my name all day.”

“What a difference seven years and biblical knowledge of each other’s bodies makes.”

“Do it again.”


“One more time.”

Der Fuchs.”

“Oooo, I’m getting turned on now.  Is that my name or is that what you wanna do to me?”


“Yes to which ques-…Oh…oh, Scully.  I mean, Dana.  I like where your head’s at.  Literally and figuratively.”


“It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, Dana.  Ow, Scully!  No biting!”

“Vulpem pilum mutat, non mores.”

“Now you’re just showing off.  Ohhhh my God, you feel amazing.”


“Le renard…Ugh, Jesus, fuck that’s good…le renard couchant ne capture…Oh, God Scully…pas de volaille.”

“Who’s showing off now?”

“Not showing off, just trying to make it…Yes, baby, oh GOD, that feels so good…make it last…  Aggghhhhhhh ffffuuuuccckkkkk…Scully, I’m so…You gotta st-…I’m gonna…”


“Jeeeeeeesus Christ, Scully…oh fuck…AGHHHH!”  

“Hmmmmm…you’re welcome.”

“Scully, that was…I mean, that was…”

“You’re adorable when you’re incoherent.”

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Just last night, actually.  You are remarkably effusive after sex.  Especially after I do that thing with my tongue.”

“I really mean it, Dana.  I love you.”

“I know, Mulder.  I love you, too.”

“No, now, Scully, try again.  And don’t roll your eyes at me.  I just love the way you say it.”  

“Fine.  Fox…I love you, too.”

“Atta girl.  Now get over here and let me see if I can make you say my name again.”


A/N II:  Scully says “Fox” in German (der Fuchs), then in Latin, “The fox changes his fur but not his ways.”  Mulder responds in French, “The sleeping fox catches no poultry,” a quote from Benjamin Franklin.

Cancelled Plans Means Cuddling and Blanket Forts

A/N: Requested by @radxxregs . Really sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be. I tried to make it fluffy and cute and I love the idea of blanket forts with Bucky so I thought I would incorporate that into this haha. I hope you like it c: 

Warnings: None just fluff.

Words: 1634

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

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Stubborn love; Rocket x reader

This request comes from here on tumblr by one of my newest tumblr friends coolbonnieblr who wanted a Rocket raccoon oneshot.  Now this one is a bit different from all my other fics cause this time I wrote it all in the POV of Rocket instead of the reader so I hope that’s cool with all of you. I do NOT own Rocket nor any of the GOTG they belong to Stan Lee/Marvel/Disney. Hope you all enjoy :)

Warnings: Swearing, bar violence, and making out.

Originally posted by despairingfever


*Rocket’s POV*

God the way she just presents herself it’s like—like nothing I’ve ever experienced in all my life.  She’s even more beautiful than an explosion going off or even one of my favorite guns, she’s in a class all on her own.  That’s why I doubt she’d ever really go for someone like me, I mean, who would date someone who Quill calls a raccoon whatever the hell that is.

“I am Groot”.

“No I am not thinking about her!” I proclaimed.

“Not thinking about who?” I heard her voice say. I turned to see (y/n) standing there with her phaser in hand.

“No one nobody Groot’s being an idiot like usual. So are we close to Knowhere yet?” I asked her.

“In a few minutes, hey Rocket can you take a look at my phaser it’s acting up again”.

“Bring it over here”.  She walked up to me and I took her phaser and began to work my magic (well mainly fixing the bug I made. I don’t mess with her weapons to be creepy okay!) As I began fixing it, I took notice of her eyes so focused on her phaser.

Whenever she focuses on something mainly her weapons, I always notice her eyebrows kinda furrow downward and every now and again her tongue kinda pokes out at the corner of her mouth showing that she has only one thing on her mind and that’s her armory.

Gah Rocket focus here! Okay yeah, yeah that’s it good Rocket.  Once the problem was solved I handed it back to her and said.

“There you go, there was a bug in it that made it short circuit. It should be okay now”.

“Thanks Rocket I owe you one!” She then kissed the side of my cheek and thank kriff for my fur because I was definitely blushing at this point or was it just hot in here for some flarg reason.

“Yo Rocket! We’re approaching Knowhere get up here!” I heard Quill’s voice proclaim.

“On my way up!” I touched my face where (y/n) kissed me and I felt all tingly inside that’s when I heard Groot clear his throat and look at me with that stupid face of his again, “Shut up! And don’t you dare breathe a word about this to anyone!” I walked up the stairs back up to the deck and sat in my pilot’s seat.

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[This fic was requested by @awesome-impala1967as well as one anonymous individual I believe, I hope you all enjoy it! Also if you guys are interested this fic was inspired by Distance by Christina Perri so if you guys wanted to listen to it I recommend you start listening when they mention someone named Tobias]

“So did I tell you this is fucking awesome? Because it is fucking awesome,” I was practically bouncing with the excitement of it all, but he was still in character so he just looked at me with mild irritation.
           "I met Will Smith, did you see that? I met The Prince, I am-“ he gave me a look before entering his trailer.
           "I can be chill, I can totally be- there’s Margot! Oh God, she is so beautiful!”
           I followed after him quickly, he was already seated with his laptop out and I took a calming breath.
           "Admittedly I have no chill when it comes to certain celebrities. You’d think I’d be used to all this by now but come on, it’s like Christmas!“
           "Quiet,” he growled.
           I rolled my eyes, flopping back on the small couch. Sneaking a glance over at him I smiled.


           I jumped, dropping my mug when there was a loud pound on the door. I cursed when it shattered and a piece of it cut my foot and shrieked when scalding coffee splashed on me. For fuck sakes! Looking at my watch I threw my hands up in the air, 3am. Who the fuck pounds on the door like that at 3… Oh. Of course, how could I have forgotten for a second?
           Limping over to the door I pulled it open. He wasn’t there though, but on the carpet just outside the door sat a little black gift box.

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Set Roles

They hadn’t talked about it before, it was just assumed that those were their roles, and they were to stick with it.

Maybe that was why Jack was so hesitant on asking it, or perhaps he didn’t want Joe to think differently of him. He didn’t want the older man to see him as less of a man, because that was what some people thought. Not that Jack thought that of his boyfriend, because that was most definitely the last thing on his mind during those moments. And even after, Jack never thought that about Joe, because he was still just as much of a man now as he was before.

So why was Jack so scared to ask Joe?

“I’m really excited for the upcoming projects,” Joe rambled, “And I cannot wait until we can tell our fans. I know they’re looking forward to it.”

Jack hummed in response, fiddling with a random paper clip that was sitting on the end of Joe’s desk. He had come into Joe’s office a little while ago, hoping to build up the courage to finally ask what had been on his mind for so long, but then the older man had started in on the meeting he had with the team for Raucous Production. Jack honestly had been doing his best to pay attention, he really had, but his mind had drifted elsewhere, too distracted.


The paper clip fell to the desk as he jumped, blinking over at Joe, who was staring up at him, his blue eyes swirling with concern.

“Sorry, keep going.”

“Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?”


“What’s going on?” Joe frowned, reaching for his boyfriends hand, pulling him closer.

“Just a few things on my mind,” Jack mumbled, giving the hand in his a squeeze as he leaned back against the desk, “But I’m listening. Tell me more about this meeting.”

“Sod the meeting,” Joe shook his head, “Talk to me, babe.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t have an issue telling me.”

“Joe, please.”

Joe stared up at Jack, his lips pressed into a line as he studied the younger man.

“Fine. We’ll drop it.”

And Joe did, for the rest of the night, he didn’t bring up anything that had occurred in the office, although Jack could tell he wanted to. But Joe wouldn’t, because Jack had asked him not to.

The fear surrounding the question only increased and distracted Jack further during the night. He knew he should just blurt it out, get it off his chest, and then he and Joe could work through it. But he couldn’t. There was something holding him back from doing it.

“For crying out loud,” Joe finally burst out as the two went to climb into bed. Jack stared over at him in shock, the blanket in hand and pulled halfway down the bed.

“You okay?”

“No.” Joe growled, “Because you are keeping something from me. So tell me, Jack. Now.”


“No. Don’t Joe me. We are supposed to be open and honest with each other, but all night you’ve been distracted and distant and avoiding me. I want to know what the hell is going on!”

“It’s nothing.”

“Then tell me, so I can stop thinking the worst!”

“It’s not that easy.” Jack replied, forcing his grip on the blanket to loosen.

“Why isn’t it?” Joe asked, “It’s just me, Jack. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s a question.”

“Fine, you can ask me anything.”

“Not this,” Jack shook his head.

“You are so bloody frustrating.” Joe muttered, glaring down at the bed. “Do you not trust me?”

“What?! Of course I trust you!”

“Then why won’t you ask me?”

“Because…fuck, because I’m scared?! Alright? I’m scared to ask you something so incredibly stupid.”

“You don’t have to be scared with me….”

“I know,” Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair roughly, “Which is why I don’t know why I can’t just ask you if I can bottom for once instead.”

The silence that followed the statement was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Jack felt his cheeks grow warm as he stared down at the blanket. He had done it. He had mentioned it to Joe.

“That…that’s what you’ve been scared of asking? To bottom?” Joe asked, his voice full of disbelief.

Silently, Jack nodded, keeping his gaze on the bed, so he didn’t see Joe climb over the bed quickly, not until his boyfriend was wrapping his limbs around Jack, pressing their lips together. Jack stumbled back a bit, his arms automatically going to support Joe, returning the kiss before even realizing what was going on.

“I thought you were wanting to break up with me,” Joe mumbled against Jack’s lips, “I was so scared you were leaving me.”

“No!” Jack pulled his head back to look at Joe, “Oh my gods no!”

“And all you wanted to ask,” Joe let out a small giggle, “Was if you could bottom.”

“Shut up,” Jack groaned, burying his face into Joe’s shoulder, “It’s so stupid.”

“No, it’s really not, love,” The older man hummed, his fingers running through Jack’s hair, “And I’d be more than happy to switch up the roles if you want.”

“Are you sure?” Jack’s words were muffled against Joe’s skin, not quite able to bring himself to look up at his boyfriend.

“Jack, I don’t care how we have sex.” Joe scoffed, “I’m fairly sure it’s going to be bloody amazing no matter which role we have.”

“Well,” Jack felt his courage returning, and he turned his head to pepper kisses along Joe’s neck and collarbone, “Should we see how good our new roles are?”

A shiver ran down the older man’s back, his fingers tightening in Jack’s hair, “Yes. I think so.”

“I should have asked ages ago,” Jack mumbled, the two of them tumbling into the bed together, their lips finding one another’s again.

Sorry but I don’t know how to do a read more on mobile!! Well, this is rated M(ature) for suggestive content. Enjoys some boyf riends!

MICHAEL: hey buddy!
ME: Need something?
MICHAEL: howd u kno ;)
MICHAEL: i wanna go to the square today
MICHAEL: come with me?
ME: We were together like
ME: Two hours ago
MICHAEL: guess i miss my little jere bear 🐻
ME: Oh my god you’re hopeless
MICHAEL: sooooo…..?
ME: Yeah
MICHAEL: ill be at your house in three
ME: Ok
ME: See you :)

Jeremy slipped his phone back into his pocket. This was a normal occurrence- Michael would declare their hang out over, drop him off, and then call him up to hang out again. His high score is two minutes after dropping Jeremy off.

He didn’t mind it though, Jeremy loved every second of their hangouts. Michael was a pleasant person to be around, yeah he’s a high maintenance friend but- so was Jeremy, so it works out.

Jeremy felt his phone buzz, he pulled it out and looked at the screen.

MICHAEL: ok im almost there jere

His heart jumped a little, he always loved that nickname, and Jere Bear. Recently-er, maybe not so recent as he thinks… maybe he’s just noticing it and able to pin point it at this point- anyway, Jeremy has been feeling really high when he’s around him. Not like, because of weed, he just feels like his stomach and head spin whenever he’s near Michael.

Jeremy hears a honk,“Shhhhit- BYE DAD”

“Message me when you’re home!”

He heads out after he grabs his keys and slips his wallet in his back pocket. He runs to Michaels car, he rolls down the window.

“Hey stud.” He had a stupid grin on his face.

“Oh shut up and unlock the door.” He smiles, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Michael unlocks the door and turns down the music on the radio,“So I was lying, we’re going to The View. Sound good? Good.”

“Jeremy laughs as he put on his seatbelt and got situated,“You’re not being serious are you?”

“He started driving,“I’m being so serious Jere, I knew you wouldn’t agree to it but this time-”

"If you prank me I won’t play games with you for a week.”

He smiles, recollecting the last few times they were at The View,“I won’t!”

Jeremy gave him The Look™,“No really! I won’t pull anything, I’ll even pink promise.”

He smiles,“Okay.” They pinky promise, they hold it there for a few lingering moments, causing Jeremy to blush.

"Sooooo, what were you planning on doing there if it’s not torturing me?”

"You’ll just have to wait and see my dude.”

They banter back and forth as they drive to their destination. Jeremy watched Michael drive, he watches his hands grip the steering wheel, and how the light from the sunset glitters on his hair and skin. Since when was he so? Beautiful?? He also has the prettiest smile, his teeth are so straight and his lips are just so-

"Here! And look it’s just the right time.”

Jeremy’s face goes red, ‘God stop thinking about him like that. He’s your friend and your his friend and you’re FRIENDS.’ Jeremy tells himself.

“A-awesome! But… why did you park backwards?”

Jeremy watched Michael as he hopped out of his truck and opened the backseat door, pulling out two sleeping bags and a blanket.

"Michael?” Jeremy got out and followed Michael to the back seat of the trunk. He was spreading the sleeping bags out and later the fluffy blanket on top.

"A mini camp out! Hold on I’ve got some snacks in the backseat.” He hopped off and came back with a bag of chips and other various foods.

"You’re such a dork.”

"Yeah and so are you, kinda why you chose to be my friend, ‘member? C'mon, don’t wanna miss the view.” He got back into the bed of the truck, he set everything down and patted the spot next to him. Jeremy joined him, looking out at the view of the city. The land below them was cluttered with city lights.

It was quiet, just the two of them were there, watching the city life buzz below them, cars speeding through the streets and the night air softly caressing their skin.

Jeremy looks at Michael, he’s going on about the most recent episode of one of the shows they both watch. Jeremy watches the way his lips move and they way his hands wave around as he gets progressively more excited about whatever it is he’s talking about. Jeremy always loved that about him- how excited he would get about anything and everything. You get him started on one thing and he wouldn’t stop.

Come to think about it, Jeremy loved a lot of things about Michael. Every mannerism he had fit him perfectly. Nothing he did would annoy him, in fact, Michael made Jeremy love him more each time they hung out. Yeah he’d point out whenever he looked like ass but, he would always make sure he was okay if anything looked wrong.

Michael takes care of him and he takes care of Michael. Its the perfect relationship. Or maybe its just that Michael’s perfect?

"Dude are you even listening?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

They both sat there in complete silence. Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth was hanging open.

Jeremy realized what he just said and covered his mouth and sunk down in his spot,“Oh my god”

“Oh… my god…” Michael echoed.

“Ohmygod ohmygodohmygod- I just said that. Michael what do I do?”

“Don’t ask me! You’re the one who said it!” Michael’s face was beet red, he couldn’t breathe.

“Sorry I don’t know what I was thinking it just sorta came out? I don’t know.”

Michael took a few seconds to compose himself. He looked at Jeremy. The boy looked traumatized by what he said. Michael has always liked him. He doesn’t want Jeremy to think that it weirding him out, he has to do something other than just sit there. He scooted closer to Jeremy and put his arm around him.

“You’re not helping.” Jeremy rolls his eyes.

“I’ve thought about what it would be like to date you.” “

"You- I- what?! Since when!” Jeremy’s voice cracks.

“And kiss you.” They both blush harder.

“When though?!”

“Since seventh grade.” He looks at Jeremy,“Beat that.”

“Sometimes I would call you while I was masturbating.”

Michael holds back a laugh,“Y-you- oh my god Jere, ahaha….” He wipes away a tear,“I KNEW you weren’t running. That’s definitely weirder, kinda hot though.”

Jeremy flipped him off, but was smiling. They both were.

“So. Can I just… like…sorta maybekinda….” Michael trails off, he leans in closer, watching as Jeremy licks his lips as he leans in to complete the kiss. It’s awkward at first, but they find a comfortable rhythm. It’s slow but chaste.

Jeremy finds himself trying to get closer to Michael. He finds that the easiest way to do this is to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss to sit on his lap. Michael places his hands around the small of Jeremy’s back, pulling them close together. They start to kiss again, but harder and with more intent.

Michael pours every feeling he can muster into the kiss. He has waited years to be able to do this- he’s going to make this moment count. Jeremy slips his arms around his neck. Everything about the kiss was perfect. It left every limb in their bodies feeling numb and tingly. Michael felt dizzy and entranced by the tongue making it’s way into his mouth.

Michael’s hands make their way to the hem of Jeremy’s shirt, his breath hitches.

“God…are we doing this? Is this happening? Like. Are you actually touching me?”

“Jere…be more chill.”

“Oh my God- okay squip-conscious.” He smiles and goes in to kiss him on the neck a few times. He’s never actually done this with anyone- so he doesn’t know if this will really work. He lightly sucks on the skin, which elicits a moan from Michael. He decides he’s doing it right and keeps going.

Michael’s hands trail up and under Jeremy’s shirt,“Bro-”

“New ground rule- don’t call me bro while I’m on top of you and we both have a hard on.”

They laugh quietly,“Fair enough.”

“But, Jere…”

Another kiss,“Yeah Mikey?”

“I’m pretty sure I love you too.”

I dont care for the drama tbh. Sure, it was wrong of the person to google search his name and a face reveal and find those photos on pinterest(one of them is on pinterest btw) and post it on tumblr to see if they were the only person to see the gta v character resemblence. Face it, literally any one of us in the fanbase thought, look at the resemblence of the person and Delirious’ gta v character. Tbh, i have already seen that photo so i really dont care for it. They deleted their tumlr post already, what the hck else do u want. They even made an apology post on their blog, kay?

But on a completely different note, i thougjt i would literally draw his gta v character with a beanie and little sleepy z’s because hey, its my fanart, i drew it, this is my fan page of him and Evan, and i just got bored and tired of the drama so i drew something related to someone i really love being entertained by. Anyway, enjoy it because im not taking this post down. I havent done anything wrong in this post except use my freedom of speech to declare that i just dont want to see no more drama on a fanbase i really love, okay? Okay, awesome. Bak to normal fanfictions then. :)