@ambrosebabyy Request: “Can I get a Zach Dempsey imagine ? Were he sees Bryce all over me and gets really protective?”
@thrtreasons Request: “jealous!zach…. i just… oh my god sorry i am sooooo zach trash”
@hanna-ranay Request: “Honestly an imagine about Zach would truly be appreciated, if you can. If not, it’s okay. Thank you!”
Jessica Davis was having a party at her house tonight, and of course you, being her best friend, had to go. You, Jessica, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty, and several other students from Liberty high were sitting in the living room playing suck and blow. You were sandwiched between Bryce Walker and Zach Dempsey.
You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a huge crush on Zach. And you’re pretty sure Jessica knew, she is your best friend after all, how could she not. But you were too shy to act upon your feelings towards him and you believed that he would never want to be with someone like you. Even though you hung out with Jessica and the more popular kids at Liberty high, you were still known as quite the nerd. And someone like Zach Dempsey don’t go for nerdy girls like you, they go for skinny cheerleaders who are drop dead gorgeous.
Anyways, the game of suck and blow had already started, and you were pretty nervous to say at the least. Because you had to put your mouth against Zach’s with only a thin card in between the two of your lips. It was getting closer and closer to your turn until some girl pressed her mouth against Bryce’s passing the card on to him. He turned towards you, card on his lips. Bryce scooted closer to you quickly, sandwiching you more between him and Zach, until the point where you were chest to chest with Bryce and your back was pressed firmly against Zach’s muscular chest. Bryce then proceeded to place his card covered lips against yours, and quickly, in the process of passing the card onto you, snuck his hand around you to grab a hold of your backside and give it a good squeeze. His actions shocked you and you jumped, emitting a little squeal which was muffled by the card between yours and Bryce’s lips. Still in shock from what is happening right now, you faintly hear a deep growl from behind you…
Fake married trope where no one knows that Baze and Chirrut are married (they’re just Guys Being Dudes don'tcha know) and Mon Mothma has an assignment for Jyn and Cassian to go undercover as a married couple but then they can’t do it, so she reluctantly asks Baze and Chirrut if they’ll go, and she’s not surprised at all when Chirrut agrees but she is surprised when Baze does. She tells them they’ll get them different cover stories and Chirrut just tells her there’s no need, they’ll totally pretend to be married it’s nbd
The second those words flew out of your mouth, your eyes shot open and your breath caught in your throat. You were quickly shaken from the spell Daveed had placed you under, and as reality settled in, you began to panic.
Without delay, you pushed Daveed off you and clambered off the bed. He was silent and you didn’t know if it was because he was in shock or because he was still coming down from his high, but either way, you knew you had to get out of there before he started speaking.
You were pulling your jeans on hastily when you finally spoke up. “I uh…I-I gotta go.” You said, trying to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “It’s really late and I think I forgot to do something back home.”
“Y/N…” Daveed breathed softly, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at you.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Person A and Person B:</b> *are bickering and fighting*<p/><b>Person A and Person B:</b> *start getting louder and are throwing insults*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *Slaps Person A*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *kisses Person A*<p/><b>Person B:</b> *storms off*<p/><b>Person A:</b> *holds slapped cheek, mouth open in shock, and still very flustered from the kiss* holy smokes<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Summary: Jughead is dating a half french reader, he goes back to her house and sees her speaking French to her mum and basically fangirls
Warnings: Harcore Fluff
It had happened by accident. I hadn’t meant for Jughead to meet my mother just yet, we had been together for a couple of months now but had already discussed that he would meet my family at one of my cousins birthday parties. It was going to be a big event so he could meet everyone all at once to get it ‘over and done with’ in his own words.
But the day my mum managed to walk in on us kissing in the kitchen was a surprise to us all. Mum wasn’t supposed to be home until later tonight, so I brought Jughead back with me for the day, so we could study and chill out.
“Do you want something to eat baby?” I ask Jughead sitting on my couch watching the Rick and Morty show. “Uh, Yeah sure, shall we go cook something?” I smile and nod uncrossing my legs, getting up from my place and taking Jugs hands in mine.
We go into the kitchen and I start pulling ingredients out of a cabinet to make a pasta bake. Jughead comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as I lean up to get the pasta off the top shelf. I turn around and place the pasta on the side and face him, slinging my arms around his shoulders.
“What kind of pasta are we making?” Jughead asks leaning his forehead down on mine. “Hmm, carbonara” I sigh and lean into him. His lips lean down to meet mine, hands holding onto my waist pulling me closer. His lisps moved in sync with mine, his tongue occasionally brushes against my bottom lip. Jughead pushes me further into the counter his body pressing against mine. I dragged my fingers through his hair and a soft moan fell from his lips. Jughead’s hand slipped under my shirt holding my waist closer.
“ salut bébé” my mother calls entering the kitchen. “ Oh mon Dieu” she gasps and we pull apart instantly, shocked looks on our faces, I lightly pushed Jughead off of me so I could speak to my mother. He stood there frozen in his place looking very awkward. My mum stands across the room from us with her arms crossed in front of her with a large smirk on her face.
Mère je voudrais que tu rencontres mon petit ami Jughead” I ramble to my mum, Jughead looks at me in amazement.
“Jughead?” my mother asks in her thick French accent in confusion.
“Oui Jughead’s son nom” I explain that Jughead was his name to settle her confusion and she comes towards us, a warm smile on her face. “It is my pleasure to meet you Jughead” my mum speaks, her accent thick making the words disjointed. She reaches her hand out to Jugs and he takes it graciously shaking it.
“It’s nice to meet you too Ms Y/L/N” Jughead replies “Y/m/N” she replies with a warm smile. She turns to me and returns to her more comfortable native tongue.
Je vais vous laisser deux seuls, donc vous pouvez monter dans votre chambre, mais pas drôle d'affaires. d'accord?” she says sternly directing us to go up to my room, but for no ‘funny business’ to take place.
“ Mère, vous n'avez pas à vous soucier de cela, pas sous votre toit, je me souviens” I sigh I look over at Jughead to see his face still in shock.
“je t'aime, mon ange” she gives me a kiss on the cheek and sends us on our way.
We head up the stairs to my bedroom and I have to practically drag Jughead to my room as he is still in shock from the episode that just took place. We reach my room and I shut and lock the door behind me. He slumps down on the bed and looks up at me in amazement.
“Alright Hannah Montana, What the hell was that?” he says sarcastically obviously.
“What are you talking about?” I laugh my words out, shaking my head going to sit down next to him on the bed.
“I’m talking about my girlfriend, who I’ve been with for months, living a double life” he says looking at me with wide joking eyes.
“Shut up Jughead, you knew I was half french”
“Yeah but I didn’t know you were fluent in the french language” he retorts shaking his head. I just let out a soft chuckle. “It kinda did something to me, If you know what I mean” I said nervously, stretching with neck. His adams apple bounced with anticipation.
Mon Jughead comme ça quand je parlais français” I lean over and whisper into his ear asking if he enjoyed me speaking french. Goosebumps raised on his arms as I did so. He nodded slowly and turned his head to face mine. We were only inches apart from one another.
Tu es si beau… Je t'aime Jughead” I whisper looking into his eyes. He looks back, his hands coming up to stroke my face “I love you” he whispers back and leans to press a single kiss on my lips.
“And you speaking french just makes me love you more to be perfectly honest”
NRequested by @0-alixx-0 : So d’ya know how Jared is a method actor and didn’t break his Joker character? Could you maybe do a story or one-shot where you’re Jared’s gf and you go to see him on set and he’s Joker and at first you don’t understand but when he leads you to his trailer to ‘show you his toys’ you help him 'develop his character’ *SMUTTTT !* 😁😂
Authors note: I am a child of God.. BUT LOOORD I regret NOTHING
WARNINGS: Smut, lots of it… daddy kink…rough sex, swearing… and well some NSFW GIFs….
How would Ignis react if he got corrective eye surgery so he could see again and he sees his s/o for the first time?
I had originally planned to write a whole one-shot for this and everything, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while… so I’m writing it now.
When Iggy’s s/o told him that the team working on the reconstruction of the Citadel had found a way to bring back his eyesight, he was in disbelief.
“This… this isn’t a dream, or some joke, right?”
Of course not. His s/o wouldn’t joke about something like that.
Ignis is in absolute shock. It’s been fifteen years since he last saw something – last saw anything. He’s extremely excited but, undeniably, he’s scared. He doesn’t know why, but the matter still stands.
When he recovers from the shock, he reaches out to his s/o, pulls them close, tucks his head into the crook of their neck, and cries. His s/o gets really nervous, because did they do something wrong? But then they hear him. He’s thanking them over and over and over again.
After the operation, Ignis realizes why he was scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if his eyes were too damaged and they couldn’t do it? What if the world is simply too bright for his eyes to handle and he has to keep them closed, and thus remain blind anyways?
He doesn’t open his eyes immediately when he wakes up. He finds the call button, summons a nurse, and asks for his s/o. He wants the first thing he sees to be them.
There’s a shuffling in the room and Ignis recognizes the steps to be his s/o’s. He reaches out to them, and he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his s/o takes his hands.
His s/o kisses his hands, then his forehead, then his scars, and then his lips. They tell him that the lights aren’t on, there’s just candles, and that he can open his eyes. They’re right here for him, just like they always have been. They squeeze his hands tightly.
Ignis opens his eyes. He has to squint, because even the candlelight is still too bright for his newly recovered eyes, but he blinks once, twice.
He locks eyes with his s/o. He sees them smile. He sees the sheen of their hair. He sees the tears in their eyes. He feels tears coming to his own. He can see.
“(Y/N),” He mutters, and his voice is shaking, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
He reaches up, he touches their face, and finally, he’s able to match a precise image to everything he’s been feeling since he met his s/o. He’s just gotten the use of his eyes back, but he’s already mastered the look of absolute adoration for his s/o.
He kisses them, and at some point during that he starts crying again, and his s/o’s there to hold him, and they’re crying too. They’re both so happy.
It takes Ignis some time to rehabilitate from the operation. His eyes are still extremely sensitive to light, so he wears darkened lenses for an extended period of time while his eyes adjust. There’s frequent headaches, since his brain tends to get overwhelmed by all the detail it’s suddenly registering again.
Though the recovery process is a bit harrowing at times, Ignis couldn’t be happier. He treasures the sight of everything now more than ever, all the colors around him, all the lights, the sunrise (which is just how he remembers it), everything…
SEVENTEEN when you share their bed after a nightmare
He would remain calm on the outside, politely letting you lie next to him. However, panicked and messy thoughts would actually be encompassing his brain, and his heart would be beating faster and heavier every time you inched closer to his side of the bed.
He’d find it so cute that you came to his dorm in the middle of the night, and so for a while he wouldn’t be able to look at you without bursting into naturally-occurring nervous laughter. Of course, he would secretly be ecstatic that you chose him.
This little baby really wouldn’t know what to do at first. He’d have trouble finding the words to answer your cute descriptions of your nightmare, and would instead resort to wrapping his arms around you tightly, teddy-bear-like, and telling you softly that everything was gonna be okay.
This boy ain’t playing no games. The moment you slid into his bed, his male testosterone would kick in, and you’d have no escape. It would begin with him wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you every so slowly towards him, so eventually your back would be pressed against his chest.
I gotta say, Mingyu would also be feeling the tension heat up in that bed. It would take longer for him to make the first move, but it would happen, sure enough. He’d stroke your hair a little awkwardly, and move on to placing comforting kisses on top of your forehead.
Naturally, Hoshi would be super nervous about having a girl he’d had a crush on for so long visit his dorm room. He’d start questioning you frantically, asking you if someone had dared you to come, or you were faking the nightmare. Eventually, he’d calm down, and agree to let you slide into bed with him.
He’d definitely be feeling pretty awkward about it, but agree almost immediately. He’d stay up with you until ungodly hours, waiting for you to calm down and sleep again. He’d make sure you got most of the blanket, and the softer pillow, too~
It wouldn’t be a big surprise to him to see you enter his dorm room in the middle of the night. Without a word, he’d let you climb into bed with him, taking your shaking hands in his own and kissing them softly, all the while holding you tight against him, his heat radiating onto your skin.
He’d be insanely awkward and hesitant about it at first, paranoid about what people would think if they heard that the two of you spent the night together after you claimed to have a nightmare. He would settle down quickly though, understanding your situation and inviting you to lie next to him.
He’d have no problem at all, but would instead be worried about what he should say or do. He’d go buy you a hot drink in the middle of the night to relax you, and let you stay under the duvets for as long as you needed, still in shock from the fact that his crush had chosen to visit him~
He’d take the opportunity of you being scared to tease you for a while, just sitting back and enjoying your cute face whining at him and pouting. He’d smirk a little, and then pull the covers up without a word, inviting you to join him underneath, in the almost pitch-black room.
You will have definitely woken him up from a really nice, deep sleep, so he may appear a little unresponsive when you come up to him, whimpering about your nightmare. In order to keep you quiet to maintain his restful state, he’d place your head against his chest and lull you to sleep like a baby, stroking your back.
He’d be so flattered that you’d come to his room, especially as you were his hardcore secret crush and all. He’d give you all the space you wanted, and would stay up to talk to and comfort you until whenever you so desired, eventually dropping off to sleep, his hand mid-stroking your hair.
how do you wanna do this?” Jensen and you were currently sitting in the airport
trying to figure out how best to go about bringing your relationship public. He
knew you had reservations about it, you’d discussed them at length with him,
but you knew it couldn’t stay a secret forever. You didn’t want it to be a
secret. He assured you he didn’t have the same swarms of media attention that a
lot of celebrities had. He kept his life private, and he’d certainly
demonstrated that. He never had paparazzi following him around since you’d been
are the options?”
we could just wait until JIB and I could talk about you, bring you out on stage
if you’re comfortable.” Jensen said. “Or we could take a picture together, post
it and then explain more at the con. Then it’s not a huge surprise.”
kinda like option B.” You decided. “Plus, some of the people who follow you
have probably seen me in pictures from San Jac’s Facebook and Instagram so
maybe that’ll help? I don’t know. I’m so nervous.” You started ringing your
hands together, forcing Jensen to grab them and pull them apart.
gonna be fine, Y/N.” He tried to reassure you, running one hand through your
hair. “For every one person who says mean things about you another 10 or more
are gonna stick up for you, including me.” You cast your eyes downward, staring
at the floor and shifting your feet. “That’s not all that’s bothering you, is
You whispered. “We’ve only really known each other a few weeks…I just…what if…”
talking.” Jensen leaned in and kissed you, smiling as he shut you up.
Summary [REQUEST]: Great! I wanted to request an AU
where the reader has a family member in the hospital, and Bucky is a doctor
there. And the reader is really depressed and scared (she also hates
hospitals). She is at the hospital basically every day, and Bucky and her get
close and then maybe some fluffy romance ignites? Thank you! And if you don’t
like his AU then that’s okay. :)
Warnings: some angst, talk of suicide, extreme amounts of fluff
Word count: 4,7k - relax, get settled, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. this is gonna be a fluff fest.
IT’S MY BIRTHDAYY!!! YAY! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
The cold, pale
walls of the hospital room where your sister laid disgusted you. You hated
hospitals. They reminded you of death; the sanitized smell like someone just
spent hours cleaning up a huge mess and the staff in their boring blue scrubs,
you hated it all. You were soaking in a hot bath when your mother called you
and told you to rush to the hospital – your sister had been in an accident. You
live outside the city so it took you 45 agonizing minutes to enter the city and
get to the hospital where you found your mother shaking, tears streaming down
her face. A car accident, nobody’s fault, just terrible weather and driving
over the speed limit, until she crashed. You didn’t want to be here but you
definitely weren’t leaving your precious sister’s side. You didn’t know who
needed you the most – her or your mother, who was a complete wreck.
You sat next
to her bed, your head resting on your perched up knees, arms wrapped around
them. Your mother had finally fallen asleep as she was now resting on the couch
across the bed. You were fatigued yourself, your eyes constantly falling shut
as you fought a tiresome battle. You were about to give in and rest for a bit
when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man wearing a white lab coat. You
shot up from your chair, taking a step towards the man to assess him. He had a
kind face with an uncomfortable look on it. He was tall, almost towering over
you. Chocolate colored hair, longer, tied in a neat bun and a few days worth of
stubble. Your mother was woken by the commotion as she stood up as well and
stood next to you.
’’Are you the
doctor?’’ she asked.
The man nodded
and offered his hand. ’’I’m Doctor Barnes. How are you both feeling? Can I get