stepping out my back door

Control (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,403

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you accidentally text the wrong number for advice. The guy on the other end of the phone is abrupt, harsh and kind of an ass - but he also happens to be right. Which explains why you keep texting him. Right?

Originally posted by j-miki


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Overboard | 1

I’m overboard…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him.

“Ma’am I need to see your ticket please.” said the slightly older man as I stepped up next in line. I quickly handed him my ticket, and he simply smiled at me before letting me onto the ramp to board the beautifully massive ship. With two suitcases in my hand, and another purse on my shoulder, you could say I had enough on my plate, but as I entered the ship, a nice younger man offered me a strawberry and banana smoothie, complementary of course. Still, I smiled and took it, sipping as I continued to look at the decor in awe. There were plenty of shining chandeliers that hung so high above everyone’s heads, even the ones on the top floor. There was beautiful carpeting with royal gold designs that covered the entire floor. There was wood interior, and plenty of glass structure as well. I pulled my luggage roughly over to the counter where a woman was waiting for me to give her my information so I could get my room key and a dining area card, so I could eat to my heart’s content.

“Hello miss, have a handle on everything?” She humored me. I nodded and set my drink down, slightly laughing myself.

“Yes I just, need to get these up to my room so they won’t be a pain anymore.”

“I see, well just give me your name and phone number and I will quickly give you your room key and dining card.” I told her my name and phone number, and she nicely handed me my necessities for my trip. “Have a wonderful stay.” And with that, I was off.

I was located on the 2nd floor in the middle of the hallway, room 40B. Unlocking my door, I stepped in to find one of the most beautiful rooms I had ever stayed in. The interior design was modern yet fun. The walls were a muted Tiffany blue, the bed sheets were a crisp bright white, and the desk, tv stand, and dresser were shining wood. The bathroom had granite counter tops and a shower that was big enough for 3 or more people. I sighed happily to myself, finally away and free from the life I had been living only yesterday.

I opened the door on the other side of the room to reveal a small patio, and felt the sea breeze hit me with the salt water smell. I breathed in heavily, and leaned against the railing. A few moments of silence passed by before it was interrupted by my phone ringing. My heart started to pound so loud in a matter of seconds, but pulled it out only to find that it was Madison, my best friend.

“You scared me.” I said seriously.

“Calm down, you know he’s not going to find you now.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

“You never know, he’s a smart guy who knows me and my ways of doing things better than anyone else.”

“Hey, not better than me. Which is why I’m helping you through this okay.”

I sighed trying not to let the tears come down this time, they’ve been a constant thing on my face for the past 4 years…

“Okay Madi.”

“Are you on the ship? Did you get settled in?”

“Just boarded, going to put my clothes and shoes away after I grab some food, he literally wouldn’t even let me eat this morning so I’m running on empty.”

“Okay, good. I’m relieved you’re on there for 9 months, even though I’ll miss you like crazy.”

“Hey if you’re in Castaway Cay in 2 months, we’ll see each other.” I said to lighten up the mood, but she only chuckled.

“Settle in, and call me when you’re done eating. Maybe try talking to people, I’m sure there’s plently of 18-25 year olds there to keep you company.”

“Yeah but the only 20 year old I want here is you Madi.”

“Shut up. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, remember that.”

“Love you Madi.” And I hung up.

I continued to stare out into sea, watching the waves roll up and down and crash onto the side of the boat. The drop from here made your heart want to jump into your lungs as you looked down. Maybe a year ago I would’ve jumped at the chance to be free. Free from him, free from everyday life, free from myself and who I was. But I look now, and I see in my reflection that I am not who I was back then. I have grown, matured, become responsible, and capable of taking care of myself. For the next 9 months it’s me and only me, with nobody to get in my way of doing anything.

Before exiting my room, I swooped up my smoothie and went for the doorknob of my room. My intentions for the next few hours were to eat some brunch, then explore for a little bit, of course not looking at everything the ship had to offer just yet.

As I stepped out into the hall, back turned to make sure my door was locked, I turned around and was immediately knocked over and next thing I know I was staring at a fuzzy looking ceiling. I groaned at the pain that was growing on my back and continued to lay helpless on the ground. I felt another body on me, the heartbeat laying right over mine, and they too were groaning. I felt my smoothie now dripping over my face and running down my neck and chest. I slowly wiped off the sticky drink, and tried my best to sit up. The person above me moved quickly, and placed their luggage (which was also conveniently on top of me also) to the side of the hall against the wall. A hand rubbed my back, and another tried wiping the smoothie off my fae gently.

“Look I’m so sorry I can explain,” yup, this was definitely a boy, figures. “It’s really stupid but my brother and I were racing to our room to see who’d get there first because whoever was the first one there would get the bed near the patio and-“

He stopped talking once he saw me open my eyes. I looked up to find a boy who looked as if he was sculpted by the gods themselves. His lips parted but perfectly light pink and plump, his hair disheveled but somehow perfectly placed, and his dark yet glowing eyes stared down into my timid ones. I quickly continued to wipe my face of any strawberry or banana mixture, and tried to avert my eyes from his. He was too beautiful to be in the presence of someone like myself.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” I mentally face palmed myself. What a bold question to ask, when did I get so ballsy to even speak to a boy this gorgeous.

“I just-you’re really pretty.” I stood up almost butting heads with him, and fixed my clothes and picked up the smoothie glass which was thankfully not broken.

“I-I uh have to go return this.” I said referring to the glass. Again, mentally face palming myself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you off right now I just think-“

“No no, your compliment is appreciated trust me.” I smiled kindly, and he smiled back to with the most white and bright smile a boy has ever flashed.

“Well then I’m sorry for knocking you over so hard, if you want to, I can make it up to you by taking you out tonight to walk around the ship?”

I thought hard about it. He seemed like a genuine guy, but so did he. I bit my lip before answering, and slowly nodded my head yes. From behind us, we could hear fast footsteps approaching and once I put two and two together I realized it was his brother still determined to win the race. The boy quickly grabbed all of his stuff before running up to me close to my face with another smile.

“And I’m Ethan by the way.”

“Y/N.” I whispered, getting lost again in those damn eyes.

He ran off and his brother ran past me just missing me by a completely of centimeters, and I continued to watch Ethan run to the end of the hall where their room was, he obviously won. I only turned around to walk toward the dining area. My heart was racing and pounding, my hands sweating, and my breath hitching in my throat. But I hadn’t felt this good in what felt like a lifetime.


Hope you guys enjoyed my first story on this blog! Part 2 will be up this week :)

Stoned ~ Connor Murphy x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: I remember reading the beauty and the beast au on here, and I loved it. Could you do a Connor x Reader based on Tangled?


Here it is! Finally! I really hope you like it! Also, the title is a play on words, I guess. Because Rapunzel’s hair can get Tangled, so I thought Connor can get Stoned, you know? Anyways;

WC: 3,036

Warning: Swearing, Weed, Shitty writing, Jokes only I find funny

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I tried to make it gender neutral! If you find a male or female pronoun for Y/N, please let me know and I’ll change it ASAP!


This is the story of how I died.

Connor, you didn’t die. Not even close.

But the ending is so bizarre it kinda felt like I died and went to a whole other shitty dimension.

Yeah, this definitely ends weird, but you didn’t die. Just tell the story, okay?

Okay, okay!

“Alone at last,” Connor whispered to himself as he shut the door to one of the music hall’s sound rooms. He was about to take the weed out of his pocket when a sharp scream pierced his ears. “What the fuck?!” Connor turned around to see you sitting at the piano for just a second before you threw your physics textbook at his head, proceeding to knock him out and fall against the floor.

It took you a few moments to figure out what you had just done to the poor man. But when you did, you quickly got up and locked the door. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, he’s gonna kill me,” you whispered as you picked up your book. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to figure out what to do.

Connor stirred a bit. You gasped and hit him with your book again. “Y/N! You idiot! You hit him again,” you yelled at yourself and put the book in your bag. You grab Connor and pulled him into a chair. Carefully, you check his pockets to see if he had a water bottle, hoping to splash a bit on his face to wake him up. Instead, your fingers brushed against a plastic bag. You take the bag out of his pocket and widened your eyes at the sight of weed.

Knock, knock

“Y/N? Can you unlock the door? I need to talk with you,” Ms. DeVerre, your choir teacher, said.

You gulped. You tossed the bag of weed into the top of the piano. You pushed Connor and his chair behind the piano and put his hood over his head. You straightened out your hair and opened the door. “Hi, Ms. DeVerre.”

The teacher smiled and walked inside the room. “Hello, Y/N. How’s your vocal practice going?”

“Good, I think. I’ve been practicing really hard,” you smiled. “So, I was wondering, maybe I could skip the rest of practice? I think having two periods of practice along with my lunch is more than enough.”

Ms. DeVerre shook her head. “No. You know what your mother wants. Continue practicing. I’m running out to get some lunch. We’re having Panera! Do you just want your usual?”

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good! I’ll see you later.” And with that, Ms. DeVerre left the room, closing the door behind her.

You quickly locked it before dragging Connor back out. Taking the hood off his head, you continued your search for a water bottle. Luckily, you found one in his bag. You poured a bit into the palm of your hand and splashed it on his face. The boy immediately woke up.

“What? Where am I?” Connor questioned, looking around frantically till he saw you. His eye’s narrowed. “You,” he hissed and stood up, towering over you. “You threw a fucking book at me!”

You nodded. “It was just a reaction! I got scared! I didn’t mean to knock you out!”

“But you fucking did! All I wanted was a space alone and instead I got a book chucked at me!” Connor yelled. Thankfully, the sound room was built so that people outside couldn’t hear what was happening inside. Connor reached into his pocket and widened his eyes when he didn’t feel the plastic bag. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” you asked, trying not to look at the piano.

“Where’s my weed?” Connor growled.

“I…I hid it!” You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest, a plan forming in your mind. “I hid somewhere you’ll never find it! Unless, you want to help me with something. Then I can tell you where it is…?”

Connor frowned. “Connor. Connor Murphy. And what might this ‘something’ be?”

You smiled. “Get me out of here. It’s my dream to be out of here! I don’t care where as long as it’s not this sound room. I’ve been in here for so long!”

The long-haired boy laughed. “Yeah, no. I’m not about to break someone out of a sound room which they can just easily walk out of.”

“You don’t understand, it’s a prison. I can’t just leave!”

“Why not?”

“I…well…I can’t tell you. But if you get me out of here, take me anywhere that’s not here, I’ll give you your weed back. Deal?” You held out your hand.

Connor raised an eyebrow at your hand. “So…I just take you away from here and I’ll get my weed? Really?”

“I promise!”

Connor rolled his eyes.

You frowned. “And when I promise something, I never break that promise. Ever.”

The boy sighed and shook your hand lazily. “Fine. It’s a fucking deal.”


Connor started walking down the hallway. “Are you fucking coming or not?”

You gulped and looked down both sides of the hall. “Are you sure she wont see me?” You quickly felt the front pocket of your backpack to see if the bag of weed was still in there.

“Listen, Whitney Houston, I’m the master of stealth. She’s not gonna see you as long as you’re with me,” Connor said and leaned against the wall.

You frowned. “I’m not Whitney Houston. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t really give a shit who you are. I just want my weed back.”

Slowly, you stepped out the door, clutching your backpack strap. You took a few shaking steps out into the hallway before you burst out grinning. “Oh my gosh! This is amazing! But, Ms. DeVerre and Mom would be so mad.”

Connor raised an eyebrow as you started ranting to yourself and run around the school.

“But, I mean, they’re not gonna know so it’s not gonna matter, right? Oh no, I’m gonna be in so much trouble! But this is so fun! I’m such a horrible child, I’ll just head back. I’m never going back! I’m a despicable human being! Woo hoo! Best! Day! Ever!”

Finally, Connor found you sitting in the library behind a shelf of books. He sat next to you as you sobbed into your knees. “You know, I’m not quite sure what I just witnessed, but it’s one of the saddest fucking things I’ve ever seen.”

You sniffed and looked up at him. “W-what?”

“Now, I’m just trying to pick up on bits and pieces, but this seems like some serious stuff. Maybe you should just head back to the sound room.”

You shook your head as Connor pulled you to your feet. “B-but the deal-“

“Look, if you’re not feeling good about this we’ll just call off the deal. I’ll take you back to the room, you give me my weed, and we pretend like we’ve never met before,” Connor smirked and started dragging you back.

“N-no!” You wiggled out of his grasp. “I’m not going back! I can’t spend another day in there!”

“Oh, come on! You obviously don’t feel comfortable walking around during normal school hours! Just fucking give up!”

“I’m not gonna give up! I’m tired of being locked in there! I-“ You were cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of third period. You felt the ground begin to shake. “Uh, Connor? What’s going on?”

Connor frowned. “Passing time.”

You gulped and grabbed Connor’s arm, clinging to it as students flooded the hallways. “What do we do?”

“You run. We wont make it if you don’t run,” Connor said and started running through the busy students, pulling you along.

You tried to keep up, but there were just so many people it was making if difficult to hang onto him. You lost your grip on his arm and felt the students pull you towards the opposite direction. “Connor! Help me!”

The tall boy turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you both against the hallway wall. He scowled. “This is it, then. There’s no way we can get through them if we’re pinned up like this.”

Sighing, you squeezed Connor’s hand. “I’m sorry I got you in this mess. I’m really, really sorry, Connor.”

Connor sighed. “It’s…It’s okay, Whitney Houston. But, in case something happens, you should know I’m not a school shooter. People just assume I am but I’m fucking not. Someone might as well know.”

You smiled. “Well, I…I have magic hair that glows when I sing.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “Wait what? Are you fucking serious?”

You giggled. “Nope. I just wanted to see your reaction. I actually can’t sing very well. My Mom and her best friend, Ms. DeVerre keep me locked in the sound room, thinking that if I practice enough, my voice will get better and I can make it to Broadway.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “You’re Mom sounds like an ass.”

“Kinda. But she’s still my Mom,” you shrugged and heard the bell go off again. Within a matter of seconds, the hallway cleared, leaving you and Connor alone.

“Well, guess I’m late for class again. Lucky me. You coming?” Connor asked, adjusting the strap on his bag.

You gasped. “I can go to class with you?! Really?!”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Not if you act like that you can’t.”

Nodding, you took a deep breath and calmed down. “Right. Of course. I’ll be calm, I promise.” You skipped along beside him as he trudged to class. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening! My dream is becoming reality!” You looked over at Connor. “What about you?”

Connor glared at you. “What the fuck about me?”

“What’s your dream, Connor?”

The boy let out a low laugh. “My dream is to get my fucking weed back.”

You shrugged. “A dream’s a dream, I guess.”


“Y/N, what happened to being calm?”

“Sorry, Connor! It’s just I’m normally locked in the sound room during this hour so I don’t know what people actually do,” you explained, sitting next to him in the back corner of the room, bouncing in your seat. Connor’s class had a sub so he didn’t notice you weren’t a normal student.

“People just shut up and sleep in English. So, you should do the same,” Connor muttered before folding his arms and laying his head on his forearms.

You nodded. “Alright. Okay. I can do this,” you whispered and did as Connor instructed. Before you knew it, you both had fallen asleep.

You woke up by someone lightly shaking your shoulder. “Hey, Whitney Houston. Time to wake the fuck up. School’s over,” Connor yawned. Stretching, you grabbed your bag and followed Connor out the door. He began walking back towards the music hall before you grabbed his arm. “What the hell?”

“I’m not going back there today. Unless you don’t want your weed?” You smirked as Connor rolled his eyes.

“Fine. We have two hours in the city and then I drop you off at home. Got it?” Connor said, walking outside to his beat up truck.

You nodded and skipped next to him. “Got it!” Your smile brightened as you sat in his car. Your dream was finally coming true! You were going somewhere outside of school after school!

Connor started the car and drove off to downtown. He parked his car in the back lot of a Target. “Alright. Two hours. That’s it,” he reminded you before getting out of the car.


Two hours had quickly turned into six, as you two were prancing around the town. Connor first took you to a small cafe to get a snack, but you ended up meeting a bunch of people from school. So Connor hid off to the side, watching you. If he was being honest, it was pretty cute watching your face light up as you talked with your new friends. You two left after a while and walked around. You found a small thrift store and dragged Connor inside. Both of you played a game where you had to make the ugliest outfit. Whoever lost had to wear the outfit for the next round. You two got kicked out for being to loud as you laughed your asses off.

Connor was surprised. He was never this happy to hang with someone, let alone laugh and smile with them. But something about you just brought out the good in him. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to stay with you longer. His weed was no longer a necessity. Connor had a new dream.

After a few more hours of running around town, you two grabbed some Slurpees and went back to Connors truck. You climbed into the back seat and took a sip of your drink as Connor climbed in next to you. The sun had set so you two sat staring up at the stars. You gripped your cup tightly.

“Hey,” Connor said, looking over at you. “You okay?”

“I…don’t know,” you answered. “It’s just…I’ve been stuck practicing in that sound room after school for four years,” you sighed, looking over at him, “dreaming of what it would feel like, just spending a normal afternoon as a teenager. And it was everything I dreamed of and more!”

Connor smiled. “So, what’s the problem?”

“What do I do now?”

“Well, that’s the fun part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream,” Connor said.

You smiled and looked back up at the sky, widening your eyes as a shooting star flew by. “Whoa,” you whispered.

Connor smiled, his eyes stuck on you. “Yeah, whoa.”

You gasped. “Oh! I have something for you!” You jumped out of the trunk and ran to the passenger side. Flinging the door open, you rummaged through the front pocket of your backpack for the plastic bag. You grabbed it, shut the door, and climbed back into the trunk. “Here. This is for you. A deal’s a deal, right?”

Connor shook his head and grabbed the bag, tossing it over his shoulder. “You know what? I can just get some more fucking weed later,” he said. Connor grabbed your hand and looked at you, setting down his Slurpee.

Your eyes widened and you felt your heart rate pick up. “Connor?”

The boy cupped your cheek before leaning forward, stopping just an inch away from your lips.

You smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips. The kiss was The Three S’s; soft, sweet, and short. Before you knew it, Connor had pulled away. You whimpered softly at the loss of his touch, but leaned back a bit. You licked your lips, tasting his cherry Slurpee that lingered there.

Connor stared at you before coughing awkwardly. “Well, I, uh, guess it’s time to drive you back to your shitty home, huh?”

You nodded and grabbed your drink, hopping out of the trunk and climbing into the passenger seat.

The ride back was silent except for the sound of Connor brushing his thumb over the top of your intertwined hands.


The next day, your Mom came to school with you, making sure you were in the sound room before leaving.

“No! Ms. DeVerre please don’t make me stay in here! I don’t want to go to Broadway now! I just want to be normal,” you begged, banging on the door, though you knew no one could hear you.

You sighed and sat against the back wall, tucking your legs into your chest. “Connor, please. If you can hear me, come save me again,” you whispered.

There was a single knock on the door before your Mom’s friend walked in. “Y/N, you need to start practicing! You’re never gonna make it to Broadway if you’re not practicing twenty-four seven,” Ms. DeVerre said.

You frowned and pulled your knees closer. “I’m not singing. I’m not going to Broadway. Well, not right now, at least. I just want to be a normal teenager.”
Just then, the door flew open, reveling a tired Connor Murphy. “Y/N!”

You smiled brightly. “Connor!” You tried to run to him, but Ms. DeVerre grabbed your arm. “Let go of me!”

The choir teacher frowned. “Y/N, this is not an option. You’re leaving for an audition tonight so get practicing.”

“No!” You struggled to break free of her grasp. You looked to Connor, your face asking for help. He nodded and ran off. “What the fuck, Connor?!”

“Y/N! Stop fighting me,” Ms. DeVerre yelled.

“No! I wont stop! You and Mom have kept me locked up in here for too long! So every minute for the rest of my life I will fight!” You finally ripped your arm out of her grasp. “You two can’t control me!”

“Y/N!” You turned around and saw Connor run through the door. He grabbed you and pulled you to the side as the Principal and two teachers ran into the room. Connor hugged you as you two watched Ms. DeVerre get escorted out of the room by the adults. You look up at him in confusion. “Your Mom and Ms. DeVerre keeping you here and forcing you to fucking sing is technically Child Abuse. Weird, but true. I don’t make the fucking rules. So you’re free, I guess.”

You smiled and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Connor.”

Connor kissed the top of you’re head. “Yeah, whatever. Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

Connor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “This is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but…you were my new dream or whatever.”

You giggled. “And you were mine, Connor.”


Well, you can imagine what happened next. Y/N enrolled in school full time and somehow managed to get most classes with me. To be honest, it can be really fucking annoying sometimes.

Connor.

Okay, okay. It really never gets old. And I may have paid Kleinman to hack into Y/N’s schedule so that most classes were with me.

And we lived happily ever after!

Wow, that escalated pretty fucking quickly.

You’re not denying it.

That’s cause it’s true.

The New Girl || Part 2

Jughead x Reader

PART 1

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Requested:  Anonymous said: Part two of the new girl

Tag list: @castiella-rose24 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @superhero-lover101

A/N: its been um… a while… 

Words: 1693

Warnings: it’s fluffy


I got out of bed and threw on clothes from the top of the pile in my cupboard, I then had breakfast and brushed my teeth before grabbing my back pack and stepping out the door bumping into Jug who was on his way inside. “Good morning.” I chuckled and took his arm pulling him down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.“Morning, you look cute today.” He smiled and started walking towards school.“Thanks,” I said looking down at my outfit, “I just threw on the first thing I got my hands on.” I chuckled and took his hand in mine.

We walked hand in hand to school talking about the classes we had that day. Once we got to school there were only a few kids in the hallway, Archie was standing by his locker and waved us over when he saw us. “Hey Arch!” I said cheerfully as he greeted us both, “where the girls?” I asked while I looked around trying to spot them.

“They just went to get a page from the student lounge they should be back in a second.” He said while pulling books out his locker and stuffing them in his backpack.

I let go of Jug’s hand and rested my head on his shoulder as he spoke to Archie, his arm brushing up my back reassuringly for a second before he dropped it back to his side. I lifted my head when I saw the girls walking behind Archie, a huge smile spread over my face making Jug squeeze my arm and then greet them.

“Morning you two.” Veronica chuckled and stood with Betty as we all surrounded Archie who was still digging around in his locker.

“Hi guys!” I smiled then stepped forward, “I need to pee.” I announced which made them without a second thought follow behind me. “You two will not believe me.” I said once we were quite a bit away from the boys making them look up from the magazine they were paging through.

“What?” Ronnie said eagerly, “Is it about you and Jug?” I nodded making them both squeal and push me into the bathroom.

“Okay relax,” I chuckled and walked over to the counter and sitting on the edge giving them the chance to stand around me.

“Did you hook up?” Veronica gasped as she started guessing.

“Well it depends-”

“What do you mean it depends? Either you hooked up or you didn’t.” She groaned becoming impatient.

“I was going to say it depends on what your definition for a hookup is.” I chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

“Just say it!” Betty whined.

I looked up defeated, “I’m trying!” I chuckled, “We kissed yesterday-”

“Oh my word! How? How did it come up? Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?” Veronica exclaimed excitedly as she held onto my arm keenly.

“Shush, let me finish.” I said laughing, “So we were walking home and he kissed me and then this morning we held hands all the way here and all that mushy stuff but what does it mean.” I groaned looking at both of them who were listening intently.

“Haven’t you two talked?” Betty frowned and walked over to a basin to wash her hands.

“Well we haven’t talked about this. All he said was that he wished we had kissed and stuff sooner but does that mean he only wanted a kiss or what?” I furrowed my brows trying to think of answers, “I mean he hasn’t opposed to any affection today so I mean he must be liking it?”

“He’s Jughead, he’s not the type to have a onetime thing.” Betty said as she walked back over to us with Veronica nodding in agreement to her statement.

“I would just roll with it Y/N/N and you can talk about it after school or something.” Ronnie shrugged and checked her makeup in the mirror before we left the bathroom.

We walked down the hall not seeing the boys by Archie’s locker anymore so Betty lead us to the student lounge saying that they most probably there with Kevin. She wasn’t wrong, Archie was laying across a one seater while Kevin sat on the largest couch facing Jug. Betty and Veronica made sure that they got the last two seats next to Kevin, forcing me to sit next to Jug.

“Morning Kev,” I sighed and flopped down next to Jug causing him to look over concerned but I ignored him, acknowledging Kevin’s hello. I watched as Ronnie filled Kevin in, whispering in his ear as Archie decided to tell everyone about his new song.

Jug shifted in his seat and put an arm casually around my shoulder, I looked up at the three sat opposite us knowing his actions would spark an outburst, which was right, I had three of my weirdo friends winking, smirking and making kissy faces at me while Jug and Archie seemed oblivious.

About halfway through the day, when I had got more kisses blown at me from my friends than anyone I’d ever dated in my life, I walked up to Jug in the hall just before he had English and I had Physics. “Jug, can we talk?” I said pulling him aside out of the slight crowd, I saw our friends part between classes, each one of them sending me smirks.

“Yeah, what’s up? You seem annoyed, is everything okay?” He said concerned as his eyes raked over me.

“I’m fine, really, but Jug, what are we?” I whispered quietly and looked down at the ground nervously.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted it so I was looking at him, “You are adorable and I’m taking you for a milkshake after school.” He grinned and cupped my face before pressing a small kiss on my lips, “but I really need to get to English so I’ll talk to you later okay?” He grinned and brushed his hands down my arms before reaching my hands and giving them a squeeze before he rushed off to his class.

“Okay.” I sighed once he had walked into his class and left me standing in the hall. I walked to Physics and spent the whole lesson telling Betty and Kevin about Jug, making them coo over us and occasionally mock us.

At lunch Jug decided to pull me down next to him even though there was a whole two empty seats next to Archie and Veronica. He grabbed my waist just as I walked past and yanked me back causing me to fall onto his lap, “hiya gorgeous.” He smirked and snaked his arms around me tightly not letting me get off him. I felt my cheeks burn as a blush rose onto my face from Betty and Veronica giving me teasing glances, he soon let me go allowing me to sit between him and Betty.

“Y/N you should come to cheer practice after school, Cheryl might even consider putting you on the team.” Betty said as she picked at her sandwich.

“Oh no, Y/N/N is busy after school, Bets.” Jug nonchalantly replied.
“I am?” I retorted looking over at him.
“Yip.” He said looking down at his food, making me raise my eyebrows.
“Okay B, my PA here tells me I’m busy? So I’ll come next practice, if that’s fine with my assistant. Is that okay?” I asked him leaning over making Ronnie scoff as he rolled his eyes.

The bell rang meaning lunch was over and I still hadn’t had the time to talk to Jug. I was going to have to suffer through three more lessons before I could actually find out if he was being serious or if what we had was just a onetime thing. It also meant three more lessons of our friends teasing me.

Going out the last lesson of the day felt like I had successfully walked through a war zone, even though I felt completely drained Betty and I still raced out the class giggling about some kid asking if mountains were trees. I stumbled out the class bumping into someone still laughing at Betty’s joke, “Sorry, didn’t see you.” I said to the person between laughs.
“No problem babe.” An oh so familiar voice said and pulled me even closer into his chest. “Come on, lets get out of here.” He whispered and guided me out before we could say goodbye to everyone. “How was the rest of your day?” He said once we had walked past the school.
“Good.” I mumbled as I leant against him, tired from the hectic day, he said nothing but held my hand as we kept walking.

When we got to Pop’s his usual booth was empty waiting for us, I rushed over and slid into it eagerly waiting for him to sit down so we could have our drinks. He ordered at the counter before making his way to me, a smug grin plastered his face as he watched me. “You are adorable.” He said pressing quick kisses all over my face.

He cooed as I buried my face into his chest, trying to hide the blush rising on my cheeks, “I want to talk to you but you’re making me embarrassed.”
“Aww, my tough little Serpent has gone all mushy on me.” He chuckled and brushed the hair out my face.
“Stop,” I whined, “this is serious.”
“Okay, I’m being serious,” he pulled a straight face making me roll my eyes as he faced me.
“Stop being so annoying.” I chuckled and waited for his laughter to settle. “Do you like me? Like, like me like me?”
He laughed as I waited for his answer, “Oh, you’re being serious. Yeah, I do like you like you.” He teased then started laughing at me again.
“It’s not funny.” I groaned trying to suppress my own giggles.
“Its totally not funny.” He said trying to be serious but failed as he kept laughing. “You’re adorable.”
“You’ve mentioned,” I rolled my eyes and hugged him closer, “but I like it, so continue.”
“Sure thing.” He chuckled and pressed kisses on the top of my head.


18th Birthday/Ethan Dolan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want!

Request:  Could you write an imagine where it’s Ethan’s 18th birthday, so he has his first time with the reader who is a couple of years older than him? 😍 If you can, maybe you could make way separate imagine with a similar plot for Grayson too? Just because they’re both perf & it would be cool to see the differences … 😂 Thank you in advance, angel 🙂💘

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Morgan Rielly - Part Six

I spend the rest of the afternoon hunched over the dining room table. I stare at my laptop and my notes until I’m sure my eyes are about to bleed. And when I finally finish I drop my glasses onto the table beside me and rub at my eyes harshly, not even caring about my makeup anymore.

               A glance at the clock makes me nearly fall out of my chair. It’s just past ten at night. A jingle outside my door catches my attention. After sitting in complete silence for six hours it’s amazing what you can hear.

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Officer Hong (SMUT/NSFW GIFS)

Originally posted by wonghan

WARNING: CONTAINS NSFW GIFS! 

Request: Hi! I really liked seungcheol’s smut with gifs! So can I request for Joshua smut with gifs?

-Sorry it took so long ;(

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A Game of Hearts and Steel (13/?)

A/N: I bet you thought this would never update. I’m as surprised as you. And hey it was only… a year?

Summary:  When her father, Lord Avon, gambles away Lady Belle’s virginity, she’s not amused. and Lord Gold, winner of this rather indignant prize, finds himself thrown out at a rapier’s point. But when it turns out that the shipping company he’s set his eyes on only comes with Lady Belle’s hand in marriage, he decides to overcome his hurt pride to obtain said company. But his attempts of courting Lady Belle are not as successful as he’d like them to be…

Rating: NC-17  (overall)

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Belle awoke with a start, reaching for the headboard of the bed to stop her fall. Her hand met brocade instead of wood and she flinched again, disoriented, and shot upright, the panic roiling up inside her like a tidal wave. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got there, and, as a closer examination of herself revealed, why she was almost naked. She was wearing nothing but her shift, her corset and her pantalons. Who bothered themselves with undressing her to put her to bed, but left her in her corset?

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What’s mine

Part 2 and part 3 are out!

EXO Mafia AU!

Pairing D.O x Reader

Part 1/?

Rating: PG-13 (For now) 

Your POV

 I blew a strand of hair out of my face, the piece of hair only coming back down to its original position. I sighed, the constant noise of the cafe became a familiar sound. I tugged my uniform back into place, pinning my name tag onto the pocket of my white blouse. A small smile placed itself on my face as I looked at the happy and bright faces of the customers. I walked up to the counter and began my shift.

 I watched as the last customer leave the cafe, I silently celebrated. My shift was over in a a few minutes, but it happened to be at 11:00 PM. Hoping no one else entered the cafe I began cleaning tables.                                                        “I’m going to go ahead and call it a night, will you be okay closing up by yourself?” I nodded to my coworker, a slight frown on my face. We bid each other goodnight. I continued my work, humming a song lightly. I inwardly sighed when I heard the ding of the cafe doors opening. I forced a smile on my face as I turned around to greet them. My body froze slightly as I watched 6 men, dressed in black, and caps covering their faces from view. I gulped slightly as I observed them. Clearing my throat slightly I put the cleaning supplies away. 

“Hi, welcome. How can I help you?” They turned to me making me stiffen slightly.They all nodded in my direction and  I took a deep breath, struggling to keep a calm presence. Walking over to the cash register, happy to have some sort of barrier between us, I relaxed and looked at them.                                       “Okay, what can I get for you today?” They all walked towards the counter, only one of them started to talk. As he approached I studied him, Short brown hair, a soft-ish face. Nothing too scary about him, but yet my heart felt like it was going to explode. He cleared his throat.                                                          “I would like 6 Americanos, all lightly sweetened, and can I have two of them iced?” I nodded quickly my hands moving at lightening speed. My heart started to pound on my chest even more as I felt eyes on me. I looked up slightly to see two of the men staring at me. One with a slight glare, the other with an observing look. I smiled slightly as my head shot back down to the computer.     “Will that be all for you?” He nodded and handed me his card. Once I swiped it, I handed it back to him.                                                                                       “Your order will be ready shortly.” He gave me a small smile and a nod.             I quickly got to work, knowing that with only one person working it would take a bit longer to get the order finished. I could still feel eyes on my back as I was working, but chose to ignore it.                                                                               “You’re here alone?” I turned my head slightly to see a different boy talking, I hesitated a bit on my answer. I nodded.                                                                 “Yeah, the other worker just left before you came in.” He nodded before asking another question.                                                                                            “How long have you worked here?” I began to relax as the questions came. “About 6 months.” He nodded again.                                                               “Do you have a boyfriend?” This question seemed to catch the attention of all of the men. I laughed slightly, before shaking my head.                                         “No, my boyfriend left me for some other girl.” I shrugged, not really caring.       “Okay, here are your six Americanos, have a nice night.” All six of the men came to retrieve their drinks, giving me a small thanks before walking away. One man caught my eye, his eyes were larger then the others, and his lips were full, they looked like a heart. It was needless to say that he was handsome, I felt myself blush lightly. We made eye contact for a second before I shied away from his gaze. He stayed in place for a second before moving away. I turned my back before I cleaned the mess i made. I heard the door bell go off, and the cafe began to quiet down from the lack of presence. I sighed before I finished closing down the cafe. 

I was taken by surprise by a cold gust of wind, I stepped back into the cafe before I stepped back out. Quickly locking the door before my fingers froze I checked everything twice before walking away. The streets were lit up by street lights and the occasional person walking by. Most shops were closing by now, so light became very minimal as I continued my journey.

I arrived at my apartment, my nose red and frozen from the cold. My breath coming out in white puffs. I shuffled around to get my keys from my purse. Suddenly I felt a force push me down. I stumbled down in shock, my hands and knees painfully making contact with the ground. I turned to see a man in his mid 30′s, his slight swaying made it evident that he was drunk. I quickly stood up, brushing myself off while keeping an eye on the man.                                            “Can I help you, sir?” He chuckled before stumbling towards me, the strong scent of alcohol making me gag.                                                                             “Well little lady, I believe you can.” He placed a hand of my shoulder, I tried to shrug it off but his grip was iron tight. I winced slightly as his grip increased. He lowered his head to my face, his breath making my eyes water.                            “Want to have some fun?” He laughed loudly, I whimpered. My mind racing a thousand miles an hour, my body frozen in its place. I shook my head and stepped back, his hand still on my shoulder.                                                         “Sir, please let go, you’re hurting me.” He only laughed, I began to panic.           “I don’t think I can do that.” His eyes darkened as he looked at me. I felt my eyes water. I took a deep breath before opening my mouth to scream. His hand coming up to my mouth, I felt my eyes widen in surprise. My own hands coming up to move his away, but with no avail. 

My thoughts were put on pause as I heard a voice.                                               “I’m pretty sure she said to let go.” The man turned from me, and to the voice.  “And if I don’t?” He dragged me to the ground for emphasis. I let out a scream of pain as my knees were painfully scraped on the ground. In a flash the mysterious voice came closer, the sudden flick of a knife made both of us freeze. The man holding me down released his grip on my shoulder, stepping back in large steps.                                                                                                  “Look man, I only wanted some fun.” He tried to reason, I slowly moved to make sure I didn’t break any bones. The voice came even closer, a street light illuminating the man’s face. I gasped softly, its was the man with the heart shaped lips from the cafe. As he came closer I saw the rest of the men behind him. The stranger’s eyes widened in realization, and he gulped, looking around anxiously for a way out. All six of the men chuckled.                                              “You’re not going anywhere, you touched what was ours. Now you have to pay.” One of the men spoke. Yours? What was happening? The stranger fell to his knees, clasping his hands together, his voice sounding desperate.                 “Please! I didn’t know she was yours! I’ll do anything! Please spare me!” The boy with the heart shaped lips glared and I felt shivers down my spine. All six of these men looked very dark and dangerous. I let out a light gasp in pain as I tried to stand up. The boy with the heart shaped lips snapped his neck in my direction. His voice making my heart flutter, as he ordered the men around.         “Lay, Suho, help her.” Two men who i’m assuming are Suho and Lay, instantly stepped towards me. I shrunk back in fear as they towered over me. The boy who i’m guessing is Lay shot me a reassuring smile, his dimples proudly showing themselves.                                                                                               “We won’t hurt you, I promise!” He smiled at me as he bent down to my level. Both men extended their hands, and I gratefully took them. Wincing slightly as my legs straightened themselves out. Lay put his arm under me, as he lifted me up. I squealed out in surprise at this gesture. He only chuckled at my reaction. Walking over to the remaining three people, I smiled slightly at them. They smiled and nodded back. 

“Take her away from here, take her to our place.” All of the men nodded understanding what the heart shaped lips boy was going to do. My head shot towards him.                                                                                                           “You can’t kill him! Take him to the police, he’s drunk he didn’t mean anything!! Please!” My wide eyes were filled with tears as I looked at him. He turned towards me slightly, our eyes met and I felt thousands of butterflies in my stomach, blushing slightly I kept my eyes locked with his. His eyes softened slightly before shaking his head. I felt my heart drop.                                             “He has seen our faces, and he tried to touch what is mine. And I do NOT take lightly to that.” I was still confused on what was his, but ignored it as I tried to protest. Lay shushed me quickly saying that it was useless, that the boy had made up his mind. I looked at Lay with tear filled eyes. I placed my head in his chest before letting out a sob. Lay tried his best to console me, and I just kept crying. The last thing I heard before blacking out was the voice of the heart shaped lips boy.                                                                                                       “Now lets finish this business.”                        

Learn To Love Me PT.3

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the wait. The part is shorter compared to the last two.

Warning: Mentions of miscarriage

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Oh yeah, I'm a lesbian

Pairing: Natasha x reader

@captainblackhill request: the reader overhears Natasha confesses to Clint that she’s a lesbian and she’s in love with the reader but she’s afraid the reader will reject her. Later on the reader calls Natasha into her room and confronts her about what she heard and tells her she has feelings for her. Natasha rides the reader who is wearing a strap on.

“Sharon you are a lifesaver ! ! ! ” I hugged my best friend as I slipped on the flats she brought me.

“Don’t mention it y/n, I know if I was in your position you would help me out as well” Sharon leaned against my desk as placed my heals in my bag.

“That’s true”

“What happened again if you don’t mind me asking”

“I was running down the hall and tripped” I replied

“Hahaha your are the clumsiest avengers ever” Sharon started to laugh

“Hey don’t go there Carter, you haven’t seen your boyfriend in the battlefield. 99% of the time he smacks his face with his own shield when we’re out on missions”

“He’s not my boyfriend ! ! !” Sharon complained

“Sure hun whatever you say”

“Alright missy let’s bring up your love life then” Sharon challenged me

“Ha what love life” I huffed out

“What happened to Carmen from accounting, I thought you two hit it off?”

“She’s too high maintenance and indecisive” I sighed “I just want a woman who isn’t afraid to get dirty and knows what she likes”

“That came off dirty” Sharon snickered

“I know. I want someone like-”

“Like Natasha?” Sharon interrupted

“Exactly like Natasha, sadly she not into girls so that’s why I’m still on the search-”

“For your tomboy Cinderella” Sharon finished my sentence.

“Yup” I finally looked back at my desk and noticed I had paper work to do. “Ah crap I forgot I needed to have these mailed in tomorrow. I’m sorry Sharon I need to get back to work”

“That’s alright I was going to go have lunch with Steve” I watched as the blonde made her way to the door.

“HAVE FUN ON YOUR DATE” I shouted and she stepped out.

“ITS NOT A DATE ! ! ! !” Sharon shouted back as she closed my door. I nodded my head knowing fully well it was a date but frowned when realized the paperwork was going to take up the rest of my day.

*Time skip Natasha pov.*

“Clint I need to tell you something” I started tapping my fingers on my knee as I sat on my bed. I’ve been hiding something from the entire team and its eating me up inside to the point that I need to reveal it someone.

“Nat what’s wrong, I’ve never seen you this nervous before in my entire life” Clint had a concern look on his face.

“I’m honestly scared to say it because once I do it’s official.”

“Natasha tell me please what’s going on” I looked at him.

“I’m gay” I sighed as I finally told someone one of my deepest secrets.

“Oh nat come here” he made me stand up and gave me a tight hug. I hugged him back just as tight. “I’m so proud of you. I’m glad you told me”

“Thank you Clint it feels so nice to actually say it. I’m gay, I can be who I really am now” we spend the next hour talking about why I’ve been keeping my sexual preference a secret.

“So has anyone from the team caught your eye, you know there are a lot of hot women on the team” Clint was already going back to his old self.

“There is someone, I’ve actually fallen quiet hard for them. To the point where it’s love now” I started bite my lip.

“Well out with it woman, who is it”

“It’s y/n” I smiled at the sound of her name.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Clint shouted.

“Clint shut up ! ! !”

“Noooo you love y/n ! ! ! Oh my gosh you two would be perfect together ! ! ! When are you going to tell her and can I be there”

“I’m not telling her Clint”

“Why ! ! !” His excitement disappeared

“I barely acknowledged that I was gay and that I’m in love with y/n. I don’t need that progress to end if she says she doesn’t feel the same way.”

“I understand I’m not going to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to. Especially if it took you a lot to talk about it to me.”

*y/n pov*

The paperwork took longer than I thought and before I knew it it was 9:00. I dragged my feet down the hallway of the compound to get to my room when I heard my name being mentioned.

“It’s y/n” I realized I was in front of Natasha’s bedroom. I know it is wrong but I pressed my ear against her door to hear what she was saying.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Clint shouted and I muffled my laugh.

“Clint shut up ! ! !”

“Noooo you love y/n ! ! ! ” oh my gosh Natasha’s in love with me, I didn’t even know she was into girls.

“I’m not telling her Clint”

“Why ! ! !” I noticed clint’s excitement disappearing.

“I barely acknowledged that I was gay and that I’m in love with y/n. I don’t need that progress to end if she says she doesn’t feel the same way.” With that I went straight to my room to think of ways to get Natasha to admit her feelings.

*time skip*

It’s been a week since I overheard Natasha telling Clint that she was in love with me. Since then I’ve been thinking up ways to get Natasha to admit her feelings for me. I ultimately decided to just sit her down in my room and tell her I heard her the other day. I know it could totally backfire and she’ll never want to be near me again but it’s worth the risk. It’s worth the risk because we both clearly like each other she just needs to know that I feel the same way. That’s why I told Friday to let Natasha know that I wanted to talk to her when she got back from training, which wasn’t until late at night.

“Y/n? Friday said you wanted to talk?” Natasha voice came from the other side of my door.

“Come in” I shouted as I put my hair in a ponytail before I watched Natasha enter my bedroom.

“What’s up”

“Um there is really no way to transition into what I want to say so I’m just going to say it.” I took a deep breath. “I overheard you and Clint the other night”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Natasha was trying to avoid eye contact.

“Nat it’s ok, I know and I want you to know that I feel the same way.” I confessed.

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop”

“Yeah well I couldn’t help it when I heard my name I had to listen. And before you say it I know you were talking about me because I’m the only one that is named y/n here and at work” I reached out and held her hand. “I really like you Natasha and I would never reject you” I cautiously leaned in and kissed her cheek. I felt her tense a little bit but soon felt her hands slipping from mine and landing around my waist.

“I am in love with you y/n y/l/n” Natasha whispered before I felt her her lips on mine. It was a slow and cautious and it felt so right. One of my hands rested on the back of her neck while the other was on her lower back.

“I am in love with you too Natasha” I managed to say against her lips before I felt her slide her tongue in my mouth. I slowly started to walk backwards towards my bed until my back hit the mattress. Rolling us over I was on top her and started rolling my hips against her. I slipped my hand under her shirt before lifting it off her body.

“You’re so fucking hot nat” I moaned as I removed her bra, revealing her beautifully round breasts. Soon all over our clothes were tossed off the bed and we were making out. I started playing with her clit as she was biting my lower lip. “Tell me what you want nat” I inserted two fingers inside her before I circled my tongue around her left nipple.

“I want to fuck with a strap-on” she moaned as I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

“I’ll be back then” removing my fingers, I got off the bed before I made my way into my closet and pulled out my double sided strap-on. I put it on and moaned as I inserted my end inside me. Turning around I noticed Natasha was on her elbows and looking at my direction. I smirked as I strutted my way over to her, her side of the strap on was swinging back and forth as I walked. Once on the bed I spread her legs I began to tease her entrance but her hand stopped me from entering her.

“Wait can u be on top?” she asked, I got off her and laid down before she got on top of me. “Oh I like this view better” I watched as she guided the fake cock to her pussy and lowered herself, causing my side of the strap on to go further inside me.

“Fuck” we moaned as she started to rock her hips, slow but rough.

“Oh fuck” she dug her fingernails into my waist as she began to get rougher, her breasts bounce gloriously. I massaged them tenderly as our breaths began to get shallow.

“Yes yes yes oh nat just like that” I was pulling on her hair as she started to bit my collarbone.

“I’m going to cum y/n, I don’t think I can hold it” I had a firm grip on her hair as she held onto my ass if her life depended on it. Her movements were becoming erratic and I knew she wasn’t lying.

“Cum for me nat” I pulled her hair so she would look at me. There was a fire in her eye that was turning me on so bad. Her lips were on mine once again as she fucked me harder, making me moan into the kiss. Not to long after did I feel my orgasm coming. “NAT ! ! ! ! ! YESSSSSSS AHHHHH FUCK” I arched my back in ecstasy.

“Y/N ! ! ! !” Natasha shouted as I watched her cum. After we both came down from our high Natasha got up and laid down while I got up and removed the strap-on. Tossing it to the side and joined Natasha under the covers where were still trying to catch our breaths. “Oh I could get used to this” Natasha pulled me into an embrace.

“Me too, I never thought this would happen but I’m glad it did.” I peppered her jaw with kisses. “I love you nat and if you want to wait until you’re comfortable enough to come out we can keep us a secret.” I wasn’t sure if she was going to come out to the team yet so I want to reassure her it was ok.

“Thank you y/n but I’m so tire of hiding this part of me. Tomorrow I’ll tell the team, and I love you too” we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

*the next day*

I woke up to the feeling of plump lips against my naked shoulder. I turned around and noticed Natasha’s green eyes looking back at me.

“Good morning y/n”

“Good morning nat are you ready?” I replied

“As ready as I’ll ever be” we got out of bed and started getting dressed. When I turned around I realize Natasha was putting on my clothes, leaving hers on the floor.

“You look good in my clothes babe” I rested my hands on her waist before pecking her lips.

“I know, now let’s go get breakfast” we stepped out of my room and made our way into the kitchen to breakfast before joining everyone in the dinning room.

“Morning guys” I smiled at the team, Natasha following closely behind.

“Morning” they all said while they eyed Natasha.

“Um Natasha, why are you wearing y/n clothes?” Vision asked the question everyone but Clint was thinking. He already knew and he was smiling with pride that his best friend is happy.

“We’re dating now” Natasha started causing everyone to stare at us confused. “Oh yeah I’m a lesbian by the way” Natasha finished and I kissed her lips.

“I did not see that coming” Tony whispered

“Hey that’s my line” Pietro glared at Tony as Natasha and I sat down with everyone who were still in shock of our news.

Cameron Dallas Imagine - Depressed

“Do a cameron imagine where like you guys are fighting and you break up but then like are totally broken and depressed because you need each other, and you fill the rest”

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(Y/N POV)

Voices raising, hands shaking, tears shedding. Here we are again fighting, but this time it’s our last.

“Cameron, i’m done.” i paused, “I can’t do this anymore.” I sobbed.

Cameron clenched his jaw and looked at the ground and slightly nodded and then quickly put his head back up to meet his eyes with mine and tried to keep in his tears. “Me too.” he licked his lips.

I stood there with tears  as i watched him take his stuff out the door. He came back in to grab his keys. I put my hand up to my mouth to muffle my sobs and looked at the floor, not wanting to look at Cameron cause that will only make it harder. I felt his gaze on me and I heard him walk over and I felt his soft touch on my arm taking my hand from my mouth and he grazzed his thumb across my hand and then spoke, “Y/N this hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” 

He looked into my eyes once more and stepped back and walked out the door. I was expecting him to kiss my forehead goodbye but this time it’s different and I know that it’s for real that were done. I slunched down the wall and tucked my knees into my chest and sobbed. 

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It’s been a week since Cameron and I broke up. I’ve been living in my bed all week. Don’t want to move and face the world which feels like i would do alone. I spent my days sobbing into my pillow, or feeling numb looking up at my ceiling wondering if he felt the same I do. Probably not, i don’t know how many random girls would hit on him when we were together. He can get any girl he wants and i honestly don’t know why he chose me. Makes sense that were over now. 

(Cameron’s POV)

i tried to go out with my friends and forget about Y/N. They would try to set me up with someone, but every time I met another girl I just thought of how they couldn’t compare to Y/N. I couldn’t forget about her. How could I? She liked me for me, not for my money, or being a model. She looked past through all of that and no one ever done that before. 

Y/N was always scared that I was going to leave her for someone else, since i’m always with girls for modeling. She always accused me of liking them, but I didn’t. It looks like it cause it’s my job. I don’t know why she’s so insecure, she doesn’t know how beautiful she is and I wish she believed me. I think i just might show her.. 

(Y/N POV)

I was sitting down on the couch with my best friend, watching netflix and for once, forgetting about Cameron. I heard a knock at the door and gave Y/best friend’s/N a confused look as she gave me one back.

I walk over to the door and open it up to see Cameron holding a huge bouquet of pink roses, my favorite. 

“Cam, what are you doing here?” I said a taken back.

“I’m here to apologize, for not loving and showing you how much I do. I failed to show how beautiful you really are. It makes me so jealous when other guys look at you cause i was afraid of you leaving me too for someone else better. Y/N i am in love with you and nothing is ever going to make me leave you.” He admitted.

I took the flowers and slightly smiled up at him. “I love you too Cameron.” 

He leaned down to kiss me sweetly on the lips, “i missed you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard i tried.” He said.

“I felt the same way about you.” I admitted.

“Okay well i’m just gonna go then.” Y/Best Friend/N said. 

“No Y/Best Friend/N, stay” I looked back at Cam, “Ill make him leave and we’ll see each other tomorrow.” I smiled and he smiled back and nodded. 

“Love you.” Cam said as he pecked my lips. 

“Love you too.” I said as I watched him walk out to his car, looking at him and realizing how really in love i am with him.

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first imagine I done in a while, sorry if it’s not the best haha

Misery pt. 2 (Scott McCall Imagine)

Request:  Hi I love your imagines 😍😍 Can I get an imagine where Scott is dating kira but I’m secretly in love with him and stiles finds out about it please Love you p.s. my name is Imani

Words Count: 1278

Summary:  : Imani has been best friends with Scott and Stiles for basically her whole life, so it’s not totally crazy that she would end up falling in love for her best friend Scott. So why doesn’t she tell him how she feel? Oh just the usual not wanting to hurt the relationship they have now, awkwardness, oh and he has a girlfriend, Kira Yukimura.

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What We Were - 3.1

AN#1: Here’s some angsty smut to soothe your wounds from last week’s angsty angst. Have fun.
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Hannah’s pov - Junior Year - 3.5k words
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Hannah’s pov - Junior Year
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This needs to stop.

“Oh, come on, that’s fucking hilarious!”

Grace walks into the room, talking loudly, and congratulates whoever’s birthday it is. 

“You’re so funny,” she exclaims, chuckling at something the person next to her says.

She hasn’t noticed me, I think. What would I even say? I’m not sure. I’d rather avoid any kind of talking for tonight. Because the last time we talked we decided that everything had become too much. That we needed some space. It’s true, so that’s what we’re doing. We’re giving each other space.

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Whose in/visibility? Feelings of a TWOC on #TDOV

[This picture composition is by Rae over at birlybir]

This morning, I woke up to social media telling me that today is Trans Day of Visibility. My first reaction was: “huh, what is this trans day of visibility that i never heard of? is that a new cool thing recently invented by white cis queers? is this also the day when we go around with our mason jars collecting allyship tokens?”… And then I stayed in bed and felt terrible for being so cynical. I also wondered what kind of trans person was I that I never even heard about a Trans Day Visibility?!

I got out of bed and went to work, but that sense of discomfort that had inhabited me since this morning refused to leave my body. Each time I logged on to social media platforms throughout the afternoon, I saw posts and posts about this trans day of visibility, mostly by cis folks, and a couple of heart-warming ones by trans folks and quite a lot of cynical ones by other (most racialized) trans folks. This wretched punch that had been beating in my guts did not stop as the evening rolled by…

“feelings,” I thought, listening to the signs in my body, “i have feelings.”

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Sam Wilkinson - Summer Love

So I wrote this a little while ago and had @thesammywilk post it for me, cause I didn’t want it on my blog yet. So this is it! I really like comments/feedback

Sam Wilkinson - Summer Love

It was 2:05 am. I looked outside my window and saw a fine mist outside. It was a strange night. The sky was a unique orange-purple sky, with the mist of the light rain making it hazy. I could smell that specific smell of the earth when it rains. I saw a light go off from my peripheral. My phone had a text on it. It was Sam.

He lived pretty close. I lived in a nice development a couple streets over from him, while he lived off one of the main roads. It wasn’t a long walk.

I called him and waited a moment for him to pick up.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Do you wanna maybe hang out or somethin’?” He asked.

“Or something?” I laughed. “Yeah we can hang out or something.”

“Okay. I’ll walk over and come get you?”

“Yeah that sounds good. Just text me when you’re in my neighborhood. I have to sneak out the back deck” I explained.

We hung up and I waited anxiously for him. I wasn’t wearing make up. I just wanted to be natural for him. I put on leggings and a sweater, fixing my hair and puting on some body mist from Victoria’s Secret. Nothing too heavy.

I got another text from Sam reading that he was in my neighborhood. It was sweet he wanted to come get me and not let me walk alone. I tiptoed down the carpeted steps of my house and slowly pried the sliding glass door open. God, that thing was loud. I quietly shut the door and slipped away down the wooden steps of my deck. I swiftly walked over the wet grass of my back yard and around to the front of my house. There he was, as handsome and relaxed as ever. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie with his hood up. He saw my figure walking towards him and opened his arms for me. I walked right into his arms and wrapped mine around his chest with my cheek to his chest and buried my face in his sleeve. “I’m happy to see you,” I mumbled. “Me too,” he replied softly. “You look cold. Let me give you my hoodie,” He removed the hoodie from his fit body and handed it to me with a smile on his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I’m always warm anyways, I want you to wear it while were walking.”

We walked through all the grassy shortcuts and curves off the streets. We were getting into his house the same way I left mine, through the back door. He held my hand as he helped me onto an inclined hill. It was pretty steep. We reached his glass door and he let me in. He gave me a small tour of his house and we quietly traveled up his creaky steps to his bedroom. It was pitch black.

We reached his room and we both sat on the bed in a moment of silence.

“we should lay down if you’re still cold,” he suggested.

“Yeah I’m still cold,” I grinned at him.

Sam took his shirt off and laid down on his bed. I took off his hoodie and laid down on top of him, chest to chest. I rested my head right below his chin. It was comfortable. More than just a physical kind of way. It felt right. Like I was supposed to be there at that moment, with him, just like that. I exhaled and appreciated the content feeling I was experiencing with Sam.

We never had a thing. We never really expressed interest. He just got my number to strike a conversation with me and we hit it off. It was a good connection. So I figured why not sneak out and spend time with him, that’s what I’m supposed to do at my age anyways.

I looked up at him and breathed on his lips as our noses rubbed against each other. Sam closed the space between the two of us and kissed me. It was gentle at first, not wanting to be to pushy or harsh. I could tell he was trying to get a feel for me and how comfortable I was with him. I kissed back reassuring him we were on the same page, and I wanted what he wanted. Sam rolled over top of me as I positioned myself beneath him. He propped himself up on his elbows on both sides of my head. He wasn’t kissing me carefully anymore. It was full on passion, sloppy, I-need-you-now kind of kissing. All I knew was I was there with him and everything outside of that room ceased to exist and I was infatuated with Sam.

Sam placed his hand on my waist and pressed his thumb into my side. He slowly moved his hand up further and under my tank top. “(Y/N), I think you should take this off” he whispered into my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I bit my lip and nodded quickly in agreement, “I think so too.” I sat up and took my tank top off and tossed it carelessly to his bedroom floor. Sam put his finger under my right bra strap and ran his finger underneath it. He looked up at me through his eyelashes. “I think you should take this off too…” he said calmly. At this point I was all in. I could feel that I was wet and ready to go. I unhooked my bra and let it fall off the side of the bed. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic band of my leggings and slid them off taking my lace panties with them. I laid down on my back and pulled him back on top of me. Sam was wrapped between my legs and he was kissing from my jaw line, to my lips, down my chin, under my neck, down my bare chest. “Ugh” he groaned and bit his lip as his eyes met mine again. He began to grind his hips into mine. The feeling of his hardness right against me was teasing. “I want you baby” he said to me. “I want you too Sam. But I’m here naked underneath of you and you’re still dressed” I smirked as my fingers were hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, giving a little tug. He got on his feet to the side of the bed and pulled everything off and repositioned himself between me. His hands were right by my head, with his strong arms fully extended holding himself up. His small gold chain hung around his neck. I wrapped my index finger around it and brought him closer to me. He obeyed. His lips meet mine again and I wrapped my bare legs around his, pushing him closer to me. I could feel the tip of his member slide against my wet core. Sam grunted and breathed heavily into my neck. “Just do it,” I whispered. “Okay” he mumbled against my lips. And with that I could feel him tease me and then push himself into me all at once. I wrapped my arms around his neck and arched my back off the bed. He slipped a hand under my waist and continued to thrust.

“Do you like that baby?” he asked.

“Yeah keep going Sam,” I moaned.

With each thrust he went harder and faster. I loved every moment of being in his bed, in his arms, underneath him. It wasn’t romantic, or sensual. But it was passionate, and sexy. I observed the look of utter pleasure written across his face. I could feel my self getting closer to my climax.

“I’m gonna come baby,” he moaned.

“Do it for me Sam.”

He quickened his pace and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as I came undone underneath of him, gripping on to his arms. Sam was breathing heavy and moaning every second as he came with me. Pulling his lip between his teeth and exhaling he pulled out. “Fuck. That was so good” he said quietly. “Yeah” I replied softly. As he turned over and laid on his bed I got up and reached for my clothing. “I should go” I said quietly and gave him a smile. “Really?” He questioned. “Yeah. It’s really late. Thank you, though. Tonight was great. Maybe we can do this again sometime.” I kiss his lips as I put my sweater back on. I left his hoodie on the floor, but I could still smell his scent lingering on me.

I walked down the stairs, brushing my hair behind my ear and watching each step. I slipped my shoes back on and creeped out the back door and made my way home.

It was simple, and uncomplicated. I walked home slowly replaying every moment inside of my head. Every moan, every grunt, every kiss, every swear, the heavy breathing, the grabbing of each other’s skin, it was all burned into my mind. It was nice, feeling the mist of the early morning softly on my skin. But I liked the way Sam felt more.