stop asking him to show his face

The Other Guy

summary: pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

pairing: bucky x reader, pietro x reader [pretended]

word count: 3.6k+

warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, annoyed bucky, confrontation

a/n: literally wanna vom just thinking about hurting bucky like this i would never also this is shit but its been chilling in my drafts for 8 millions years so i decided to post it

“You are so full of shit,” Y/N laughed, absentmindedly stirring the oatmeal in her bowl. She sat at the kitchen island, blinded by the early morning sun, her pink sock clad feet swinging above the ground. She was dressed in only her tiny pyjama shorts and a hoodie, hair messy and the side of her face slightly red due to the position she slept in.

Pietro stood by the counter, dumping a bunch of different berries into a blender. It was only 8:30am and most of the compound was still fast asleep. Y/N and Pietro, however, made plans the night before to get up early, train together and then go out and buy a present for Wanda; Pietro’s way of apologising for crashing her date a few days back. The witch hadn’t spoken to him since and Pietro was slowly growing exasperated. 

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, putting the lid on the blender and glancing at her over his shoulder. “He’s into you. I can prove it.”

Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes and pushing another spoonful of bland oatmeal past her lips.

Pietro switched on the blender, his back facing the shorter girl as he worked on preparing his usual morning smoothie. The loud noise of the blender continued to buzz inside Y/N’s ears even after Pietro had switched off the appliance. 

“I’d like to see you try, Maximoff,” Y/N smirked, provoking a quiet laugh from the speedster’s side. He popped off the lid of the blender, glanced inside to make sure his smoothie was ready and then made his way across the kitchen to grab a glass.

“I’m going to murder Bucky if he keeps eating my cereal. This stuff is gross,” she complained, pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She couldn’t understand how Steve could push the tasteless oatmeal past his lips. Unfortunately, since Bucky had cleared the cupboards of her usual breakfast cereal, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t lay a finger on Buck if your life depended on it,” Pietro laughed, soon realising he had to empty the dishwasher in order to find a clean glass. He bent over, focusing on the task at hand as Y/N pushed herself up and placed her bowl of oatmeal in the sink.

“You know me all too well,” she murmured, glancing inside Pietro’s blender and then back at him to make sure he wasn’t looking. Realising he wasn’t, Y/N grabbed her glass of water from the island, dumped the contents into the sink and hurried to fill it with the berry smoothie instead. When she was finished, she hopped onto the counter and sipped innocently on Pietro’s drink until he finally realised what she had done. 

“Thief,” he narrowed his eyes at her, abandoning his mission of emptying the dishwasher. He looked towards the now empty blender, realising he’d have to make more if he wanted to have a berry smoothie for breakfast. 

“Not a thief. Bucky’s a thief because he stole my cereal. I’m just… taking what’s rightfully mine. I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

Pietro laughed, making his way across the kitchen and coming to a stop opposite Y/N.

“I don’t think he’d like to hear you say that. He’s too into you to not be upset by such words,” he teased.

“Right, he’s so into me he keeps stealing my cereal to piss me off. So romantic,” Y/N rolled her eyes sarcastically and Pietro shook his head at her. He watched her expression as she sipped on the smoothie, wondering if it tasted as good as he hoped.

When Y/N didn’t say anything about it, Pietro took a few steps forwards so that he was standing between her parted legs and reached for one of the straws sitting in a glass container behind Y/N on the counter.

She quirked a brow as he slid the straw into her glass. He leaned in, captured the end between his teeth and took a generous sip of the smoothie.

“Um, excuse you,” she objected, trying her hardest to hold back her laughter.

Y/N held the glass in both hands, far enough from herself for Pietro to drink from, and yet not far enough to not feel his breath on her skin. They were standing only inches apart and to anyone watching the interation could appear to be awfully intimate; so it wasn’t a surprise that only seconds later Y/N had to tear her eyes away from Pietro upon hearing someone clearing their throat.

Bucky was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. He eyes the two Avengers already occupying the kitchen, then focused solely on Pietro with a confused glance. 

The speedster didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s stare, only looking at him for a brief second before turning back to Y/N. He placed the straw back between his lips and sucked. 

When Y/N looked down at him, Pietro was smirking knowingly. 

“Morning, Buck,” Y/N said cheerfully, trying to seem casual despite Pietro still standing between her parted legs, his hands now resting on either side of her hips, mindlessly humming as he continued sipping on the smoothie. He stepped even closer.

“Morning,” Bucky grumbled in response, strolling past the two of them and yanking open the fridge. He glanced inside, grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and shut the door with unnecessary force. He found a spoon in the cutlery drawer, once more glanced at Pietro and Y/N and headed towards the exit.

When he was out of sight, Pietro finally retreated, clearly satisfied with himself by the shit eating grin across his face.

“What the hell was that about?” Y/N whispered, scared Bucky might still be close enough to hear. Pietro plucked the now empty smoothie glass out of her hands and chuckled as he placed it in the sink.

“Told you I could prove to you he’s into you,” he answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to plug out the blender.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “By almost feeling me up in front of him?”

Pietro scoffed. “I did no such thing,” he protested. “I’m going to prove to you he’s into you. With my help, his possessive self will be asking you out within two days.”

Y/N expelled a humourless chuckle. “Sure he will.”

“I can guarantee you that. Go and change in your training gear and we’ll get started right away,” he challenged, and Y/N eyed him suspiciously before sliding off of the counter.

“Fine, but if this doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’ve been all over me for two days,” she told him sternly, pointing her index finger in his direction.

Pietro grinned, holding his arms up in surrender. “Fine by me.”

By the time Y/N was dressed in her training gear, her hair brushed back into something that reassembled practicality, Pietro was already waiting for her outside the gym. She appeared behind him with a bottle of water in her hands and managed to scare him a little before he pushed open the door.

“Good choice of clothing,” Pietro commented quietly, nodding towards her shorts, “They’ll surely get his attention.“ 

Y/N walked past, looking at Pietro over her shoulder and furrowing her brows in confusion.

"His attention?” She questioned, and then finally realised that the gym wasn’t empty like she had expected it would be. Steve was running on the treadmill and Bucky was beating the hell out of a punching bag. When they entered, Steve waved a quick greeting but Buck only grumbled, causing Steve to shoot him a confused glance.

Y/N and Pietro strolled over to a bench at the end of the room and set their stuff down.

“I knew he’d be down here after what he saw in the kitchen. He’s probably picturing my face on the punching bag. He needs to blow off some steam,” Pietro murmured, only loud enough for Y/N to hear. 

When she looked towards Bucky, she noticed sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. She looked elsewhere, deciding to take a sip of her water.

“It’s a shame you’re not the one helping him do that. I’m sure it would be more satisfying for him - and you - if that punching bag wasn’t the only thing getting pounded by him.”

Y/N began to choke on her drink. Her body shook with violent coughs, getting the attention of the other two guys across the room. Y/N could feel tears pooling in her eyes as she attempted to stop herself from quite literally… dying.

“Is she alright?” Steve called out, stopping the treadmill as Pietro hit Y/N on the back, attempting to stop her from choking.

When she calmed down, she answered feebly, “I’m fine. Pietro was just… telling me a funny story.”

Bucky scoffed at that and Y/N almost didn’t catch it, but she did; and so did Steve.

“What’s wrong with you this morning?” He asked his best friend, but Bucky only shrugged, watching as Steve headed off to do some heavy lifting.

Pietro nodded for Y/N to follow him to the padded flooring. They did some stretching in silence and while Y/N worked on her arms, she spared another glance in Bucky’s direction. 

His sweat soaked shirt had disappeared and his face showed deep concentration as his fists furiously slammed against the surface of the red punching bag. He was light on his feet, sweat trickling down his face and chest, damp hair pulled back into a messy high pony. He looked damn good.

“Ahem,” Pietro pretended to cough and when Y/N looked back at him he was smirking. He had clearly noticed her staring and was amused by the expression on her face. Pietro handed her her sparring equipment.

“You’re drooling,” he noted, and she smacked his arm playfully.

“Am not,” she protested, finally pulling on her gloves and making her way towards the centre of the mat.

She made sure she was steady, got into position and when Pietro was ready the fighting began. Y/N pulled a few of the signature moves herself and Nat had come up with, and it wasn’t long before Pietro was lying on his back on the floor.

He got up each time and by the fourth time Y/N had him on the mat, she was growing kind of bored. That is, until Pietro managed to kick her legs out from under her and she fell with a loud thud. The silver haired speedster was quick to pin her down, one hand around her neck, the other holding the back of her thigh which she had wrapped around his waist.

When Y/N glanced to the left, knowing that the round was over and that Pietro would retreat any second, she noticed Bucky watching them from the sidelines, using a black towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Pietro seemed to notice him looking, too, because soon he was leaning down and bringing his lips to Y/N’s ear, his hair covering her eyes so she could no longer see Bucky.

He remained silent for a second then whispered. “He’s going to leave in three… two… one”.

The door to the gym slammed shut.

Pietro pushed himself up, his grin once more appearing. Y/N’s wanted to roll her eyes at his confidence but she had to admit, Pietro was damn good at this. It was as if he had his sister’s powers and could read Bucky’s mind. Then it hit her.

“Wanda told you he’s into me, didn’t she?" 

Pietro looked like a deer in headlights.

He inhaled sharply, then sheepishly admitted, "yeah, okay, she did.”

“Which means you’re not as cunning as you think you are. Which means this could not end as well as you expect it to." 

He shrugged his shoulders. "To some extent, maybe.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes and then next thing Pietro knew her legs were around his neck and she was forcing him down onto the floor, swiftly moving to pin him down, face first on the mat. She held his hands behind his back.

“You’re an idiot,” she told him, and Pietro laughed in response, hissing when she pulled at his wrists.

“An idiot who’s helping you get laid.”

Their sparring session continued for another twenty minutes, followed by some cardio and lifting. Steve seemed to have followed Bucky because he was no where to be seen and Y/N didn’t see either of them before herself and Pietro left the compound to buy Wanda’s gift. 

Finding the perfect apology present took them the majority of the afternoon and after grabbing lunch together and arguing over whether or not Pietro’s plan would work, they returned home. They waved a quick greeting to all the other avengers who sat around the lounge before heading straight to Y/N’s room to wrap up the gift.

Of course, the process of them wrapping up the present resulted in another play fight over which colour wrapping paper and how big of a bow to use. This led to Y/N’s hair looking like a bird’s nest, her already baggy sweater falling off her shoulder and her sticky lipstick smudged across her cheek.

By the time they were finished, they both looked like a mess and Pietro had bits of tape stuck to his face like a child on Christmas morning.

He thanked her for the help before heading to his room and asked her to tell Wanda to find him.

Y/N didn’t bother fixing her appearance before heading to the lounge where everyone else was sitting around watching a rom-com. As asked, she told Wanda that Pietro wanted to see her and then headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. 

There, Bucky was already making coffee. He remained silent, leaning against the counter as Y/N grabbed a mug and dumped a tea bag into it, staring at the buzzing kettle between them. 

When she looked up, Bucky was studying her carefully.

“Your, uh… Lipstick is smudged,” he told her, pointing to his own mouth rather sheepishly. Y/N grabbed a paper towel and said nothing as she began to wipe it off. Bucky continued to look at her.

“No, you’re just making it worse,” he chuckled lightly and took the towel from her hand, stepping closer to help her. Y/N stayed unmoving as he held her chin lightly, wiping off the redness. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, hearing the kettle switch off.

“You need to tell your lover boy to be less sloppy,” Bucky noted, stepping back and throwing the tissue into the trash. Y/N cleared her throat before moving over to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.

She didn’t say anything to his previous words and when their drinks were made, they both headed back to the lounge. Bucky sat down between Nat and Steve and Y/N situated herself on the vacant love seat to the right of the TV. 

She tried to focus on the screen but she couldn’t help but feel Bucky’s eyes on the side of her face. However, every time she’d glance over at him, he’d look away as if nothing happened.

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Pietro returned, both smiling, obviously having made up. Wanda quickly situated herself on the pile of cushions and blankets on the floor and Pietro moved across the room to where Y/N sat. 

He made himself comfortable, his head in her lap, casually glancing over at Bucky to check if he was looking. Out of pure curiosity, Y/N looked over at him, too, and felt disappointment when she realised he wasn’t looking back at her. Instead, Buck’s eyes were glued to the screen, his arm casually thrown over Steve’s shoulder, his lips pursed.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous the way Pietro wanted him to be.

The movie continued and when it ended, Bruce got up to put on the sequel. This gave everyone an opportunity to go to the toilet, grab more snacks or chat for a while. It was then Pietro rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at Y/N, almost as if he knew she wanted to say something.

“I don’t think he’s all that bothered. Maybe he’s just not a fan of PDA in general,” Y/N whispered to him but Pietro only rolled his eyes. 

He remained silent as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her legs over his lap. Y/N didn’t say anything but she could already feel Wanda and Tony eyeing them curiously from across the room; and although she wanted to explain to them there was nothing going on between her and Pietro, she remained quiet.

The movie began and the lights were switched off, the late hour resulting in a cozy dark room. It was getting kind of chilly, courtesy of Tony’s inability to sit in a room without the windows open, so Y/N didn’t actually mind having Pietro to cuddle. In fact, when his hand began slowly stroking her calf, she wiggled even closer and nuzzled her face into his chest. 

Suddenly, Tony spoke up.

“So, uh, am I the only one who’s confused about what’s going on?”

Y/N lifted her head and looked over at him to see what he was talking about. Upon realising he was already staring back at her with a confused frown, it only took her a second to figure out what the hell he meant. 

“Since when are you two a thing?” Tony continued, chuckling a little. “Yesterday I heard you two calling each other names and now here you are.” He waved his hand in their direction rather dramatically. “Doesn’t anyone else find it weird?”

Natasha then decided to pipe in. “Yeah, I mean, I’m a little confused myself. I thought you liked that other guy.” By other guy Natasha clearly meant Bucky, having been the person who listened to Y/N ramble about her crush day and night.

“What other guy?” Bucky asked, looking from Nat to Y/N, but both of them only shrugged, not wanting to give it away.

“Guys, that’s enough. Let them be,” Steve decided to interfere, not liking the way in which this conversation was heading. He wasn’t very fond of the rest of the group holding this intervention. 

“Steve, stop pretending to not care. You were just as confused as everyone else after what happened in the gym today,” Bucky announced, and the rest of the group looked at each other, almost as if waiting for someone to elaborate. No one did. 

“So,” Tony once again spoke up. “Dare to enlighten us about the situation?” He eyed Y/N and Pietro again. Y/N was seconds away from telling everyone the whole truth. However, before she even managed to open her mouth, Pietro was already speaking.

“I don’t know. We’re just sorta… hanging out, I guess,” he tried to seem casual.

Bucky scoffed, looking at Pietro as if he had lost his mind.

“Hanging out? Please, cut the bullshit." 

At this point, the whole room was holding its breath.

"You damn well know I like her and you’ve been rubbing your new relationship in my face all day. But let me tell you one thing,” he turned to Y/N. “Whatever it is you two have, it won’t last longer than a week.”

Y/N remained silent for a moment, and so did everyone else, not wanting to interfere. Even Steve seemed to have locked his mouth with an imaginary key and kept his preaching to himself for once. Then, after several seconds, Y/N finally responded timidly.

“Truth be told, it wasn’t gonna last more than two days.”

“What?” Bucky’s brows knitted together into a confused frown.

Y/N inhaled sharply and groaned at his stupidity. She pushed herself up from the sofa. Uncertain, Bucky stood up, too.

“I’ve been hinting that I like you for months! Who do you think this other guy Natasha mentioned was, huh? It was you, you absolute dumb ass! I’m not into Pietro for God’s sake!”

Sam began laughing but Wanda clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Wait, what?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Bucky’s stupidity and Steve got up, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“I think what she means, Buck, is that her and Pietro were trying to make you jealous,” he explained, but Bucky only looked more confused than before.

“What?”

He simply couldn’t get any slower.

And so, not seeing any different way of going about this, Y/N breathed in and began trudging in his direction. Afraid Y/N was on her way to smack him for being silly, Bucky took a step back and fell back onto the sofa. His eyes displayed utmost confusion as Y/N climbed onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him. 

Right there. In front of the whole team.

A series of cheers, shouts and whistles followed. Bucky’s surprise melted away and soon he was wrapping his arms around Y/N’s middle, pulling her closer and kissing her back. It didn’t last long, but the kiss was pleasant, and when Y/N retreated, she realised everyone was still looking at her.

Catching Bucky’s gaze, she smiled sheepishly and knew that he finally understood what she meant.

“Does that explain it?” She murmured, and Bucky nodded, lips swollen and gaze blazing. 

Y/N sighed in relief and when she turned her head to look at the rest of the team, Pietro was cracking up at the other end of the room. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and said:

“You owe me one, Y/N.”

She smiled, turning her gaze back to Buck when the brunette finally spoke up. “As do I.”

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 4)

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

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Beanies and negotiations part 4??

I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say we want more of Beanies and Negotiations!!!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A flash to the past and a flash to the future

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,161

A/N: ok, I’m gonna be honest with you guys: I did not want to make a 4th part.  I had written the 3rd part hoping it would give you guys enough closure, but you requested more.  Now that I’ve written it, I couldn’t be happier with this ending.  Enjoy!!


(Y/N), Betty, and Archie were running around, playing in the park.  Their giggles resonated through the neighborhood, all the people down the street able to hear the children perfectly.  Archie’s dad sat on a bench, supervising them from afar.  He smiled at the three kids, happy to see his son so content with his friends.  Suddenly, (Y/N) halted, interrupting their game of tag.

“Look over there,” she said, pointing her finger.  She was pointing at another kid who appeared to be their age, scrawny and alone.  He sat on a swing and stared down at his shoes. There was a grey beanie perched on his head, but it was much too big on him.

“(Y/N),” Betty hissed, “my mom said it’s rude to point.”  

“Fine,” (Y/N) replied, putting her finger down.  “I won’t point.”  Instead, she marched over to the lonesome boy.  His head snapped up when he heard footsteps approaching him.  “Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi,” he replied, looking puzzled as to why this girl was talking to him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Jughead.”

“That’s a funny name,” she laughed, but she noticed his angered face and stopped.  “I’m (Y/N).”  Jughead nodded.  “How old are you, Jughead?”

“I’m four,” he replied, sticking out his hand to show the number on his fingers.  (Y/N) beamed.

“I’m four, too!” Jughead smiled at her and the two children fell into a small silence.  Finally, (Y/N) broke it when she asked, “Why are you alone?”

“My sister is sick,” he responded, slouching.  “So now I have no one to play with.”

“You can play with us!” (Y/N) offered, pointing at her two friends who were watching from afar. Jughead’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, jumping off the swing.  (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

“Really!  And then we can all be best friends.”  She grabbed his hand and led him over to Archie and Betty. “Archie, Betty, this is Jughead.”

“Hi,” Betty smiled, sticking out her hand.  Jughead tentatively shook it.  “I’m Betty.”

“And I’m Archie,” he waved. Jughead waved back.  The children quickly resumed their game of tag, this time, Jughead joining them.  They played for hours until the sky began to darken, Riverdale turning orange under the sunset’s light.

“Kids!” Archie’s dad called out, standing up from the bench.  “It’s time to go.”  The four kids exchanged bittersweet smiles, waving goodbye to their newfound friend.


After that day, Betty, Archie, and (Y/N) started begging to go to the park every day from dawn till dusk. The four of them soon became attached at the hip, and you could not see one person without the other three close behind.  Soon, all of Riverdale grew fond of the tight-knitted friend group.

Two years later, the four inseparable friends found themselves in Archie’s backyard.  Their shrieks of delight filled Mr. Andrews, who was watching from inside the kitchen, with warmth.  They had just grown bored of a game of hide-and-seek, and while Betty and Archie just sat in the grass, Jughead and (Y/N) continued to chase each other around.  Suddenly, Jughead stopped, causing (Y/N) to turn around.  He took off his beanie and, grinning madly, got down on one knee. Betty and Archie gasped as they ran over to watch.

“(Y/N),” Jughead started, holding out his beaning like a ring, “will you marry me?”  (Y/N) beamed as she stared at her best friend.  She took the beanie from his hands and placed it on her head, then helped Jughead stand up.

“We’re much too young to get married, Juggie,” she responded, and Jughead deflated.  “But-” he perked up, “ask me again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.”

“You promise?” Jughead asked, holding out his pinky.  (Y/N) smiled and nodded, hooking her pinky with his.

“Pinky promise.”


Flash forward twelve years, after the first proposal and Jason Blossom’s death.  Past the beanie incident and the flannel, jacket, and sweater incidents.  After the kiss at Pop’s, and many more that happened after that night.

Twelve years after Jughead proposed to (Y/N) with a grey beanie, they graduated.  Through the years, their friend group grew to include others, such as Kevin and Veronica.  After the graduation ceremony, they went to the Lodge’s house for a celebration.  The party was in full swing: music blasting from the speakers, snacks filling up tables, and graduated high school students dancing everywhere.  (Y/N) had managed to get Jughead on the dance floor, both of them laughing at each other’s lack of dancing skills.  She wore his grey beanie and a wide grin.

The party began to die down, everyone growing tired after their long day.  Most people were sitting on the couch, quietly chatting amongst themselves.  (Y/N) sat on Jughead’s lap as they both conversed with Betty and Veronica. Suddenly, Jughead got up from under (Y/N).

“Excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?” he yelled, successfully silencing the guests.  “Thank you.  Now if you didn’t happen to already know this, (Y/N) and I have been together for quite a while.”  Everyone in the room chuckled.  (Y/N) looked up at Jughead with a puzzled smile.

“What are you doing, Juggie?” she whispered, although everyone was able to hear her.  Jughead winked at her and continued.

“But something most of you probably didn’t know is that I proposed to (Y/N).”  The crowd gasped dramatically, and Jughead smirked.  “When we were six.”  Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed.  Jughead grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and made her stand up with him.  “And she said no!  Something about how we were too young,” he scoffed, and she giggled. “But she did promise me she’d say yes one day.  When we were eighteen, in fact.”  He got down on one knee, and everyone gasped, including (Y/N).  

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, her hands covering her mouth in shock.  Tears began to cloud her eyes.

“(Y/N),” Jughead began, fishing around in his pocket.  “I have loved you since the day I proposed to you.  For a long time after that, I thought we were just friends, and I thought that you liked it that way.  And it took me a long while to realize it, but with the help of some of our friends-” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin shared a smirk, “I realized that we were meant to be more.  Now, I’m gonna try this again, and I’m hoping this time you’ll say yes.  Because, you know, you pinky promised you would when we were six.”  Jughead pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ring.  “(Y/N),” he asked, eyes full of hope, “will you marry me?”

(Y/N) couldn’t speak. She gleefully nodded, attempting to wipe some of the tears off her face.

“Yes,” she finally managed to choke out, laughing.  “Yes, of course, Juggie.”  The whole room burst into cheers, and Jughead shot up, placed the ring on (Y/N)’s finger, and kissed her.

Betty turned to Veronica, smiles plastered on both of their faces, and whispered, “Thank god for that beanie.”

Someone Else

“Honestly, Ginny, it’s not you-” Harry stopped in the middle of his explanation, realizing how stupid he would’ve sounded saying ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him, and Harry rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He had known that breaking things off with Ginny would be awkward, but this was simply unbearable.

“Then what is it, Harry?” Ginny asked imploringly.

“It’s… I don’t really know how to explain,” Harry said truthfully. How was he supposed to explain that his once intense, romantic love for her had turned into a familial, brotherly love for seemingly no reason. The past few months had just been different. Instead of spending his free time with Ginny like he used to, Harry would now much rather spend that time in his dorm room, or flying, or hell, even studying.

“Is there someone else?” Ginny said calmly. She wasn’t upset; she knew Harry would break up with her from the moment she saw the rooming assignments.

“I- yes,” Harry said decidedly, even though it was a lie. Maybe it would be easier to pretend there was someone else. At least that way Ginny would get a reason. “I’m in love with someone else.”

“Who?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Harry answered automatically, and then bit his tongue. Draco Malfoy? Where had that come from? He wasn’t in love with Draco! It’s true that they had moved on from being enemies since they were assigned to be roommates at the beginning of the year, Harry would even say they were friends, but love? There was no way. Or was there? After all, Harry found comfort in his late night talks with Draco when neither of them could sleep, and he invited Draco to go flying with him nearly everyday, and he relished those evenings he and Draco spent holed up in the library, studying and researching ways to remove tattoos made of Dark Magic. So maybe Harry did love Draco, just a little bit. But that didn’t mean anything, because there was no evidence that Draco felt the same.

“I thought so,” Ginny replied, her voice cutting off Harry’s thoughts.

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Ginny shrugged. “You two are always together, and when you’re not, you’re talking about being with the other.”

“Sorry, you mean, both of us? You think Draco loves me back?” Harry couldn’t disguise the hope in his voice.

Ginny sighed. “It’s quite obvious.” Harry didn’t respond, just stared in stunned silence, so Ginny went on, “Did you know that Draco, Pansy, and Blaise have been taking lessons from Hermione and I on how to cast a Patronus? Yesterday, Draco was finally able to cast one. And his Patronus, Harry- it’s a stag.”

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The HarrDuck Conspiracy.

It might sound strange, but Harry Styles is a duck. I know, sounds crazy, right? But hear me out. 

Harry Styles was born on February 1st 1994 in Redditch, England. Redditch has a beautiful lake called arrow valley, where you can find many ducks. (coincidence? i think not). Over the years, many fans have speculated that Harry in not 100% human. 

Let’s rewind back to when Harry Styles was a little baby duckling. 

As years go by, he certainly has not lost his quack.

This one is pretty self explanatory. 

The question is, Is it a breed of duck that looks like Harry? Or is Harry secretly the duck?

Looking back when Lou Teasdale asked him to do the “pouty” duck face, he said no.

He denied her request. Why? What harm would there be in making a duck face? Everyone does it, so why is he so against it? Because he would expose himself,  that’s why.

So, Sign of the Times. Contrary to popular belief, this song is about Harry trying to come to terms with his true self. Just stop your crying, remember everything will be alright. Ring a bell? Of course. We should consider ourselves extremely lucky to be witnessing this beautiful man (duck) flying and enjoying his life on water. Not convinced yet? Let me show you a little game of spot the difference.

Exactly. You can stop looking. There are none.

Moving on, as all of us, or at least the majority of us, have learned that Harry enjoys being in water. But what most people have not realised is that Harry looks extremely comfortable in water, almost like…..it’s his….natural….habitat.

This tweet might seem strange at first, with no context:

But, in reality, Harry was hungry because nobody had given him any soggy bread and wanted to be fed… but things took a turn for the worst, harry got ill and..

At first it may seem like a cute duck, but in reality it’s him in the picture and he wanted to make it clear that fans should stop throwing food on stage. 

Harry tries his best to hide his true form, but sometimes it’s difficult. For example, here:

Extremely clear, isn’t it? That’s a QUACK. He even says “I’ve never made that noise before.” Why? Research has proved that this phenomenon is a tactic that’s very well known between ducks. By saying this, no-one would investigate further and reveal his true form.

Pigeon toed?? More like duck toed.

Last but certainly not least, harry has said that the “quack” noise we are all hearing on the 9th track of his self-titled album, woman, is in fact him.

Of course it is. Who else would be able to make a duck sound that is so realistic other than a duck. If we take a deeper look into the lyrics, we can actually find a hidden message:

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in

So, is Harry Styles a duck? However much evidence we think we have, there is no confirmation of this theory by Harry or his reps. We tried calling multiple times and they blocked our number… Awkward.

Therefore, this mystery of “The HarrDuck” remains

UNSOLVED.

-The Actress Cactus

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”
“Exactly.”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.


Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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Liam Dunbar x Reader

Requested by @alphanerd5sos

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, nsfw.
Word count: 2 134

Request: Can you a write a Liam Dunbar smut where the reader and him are bffs and she asks him what to do when you have sex and they kinda have feelings after they do it??

A/N: With the combination of the one Anon asking for ‘First time with Liam’.


You looked back and forth between your books and Liam, who was sitting at his desk, writing down information you needed for your presentation next week in history class. He was shuffling his feet under the chair in the same rhythm he tapped the tip of his pen against his textbook.

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Lights, camera, action!

KJ Apa x reader

Summary; You’re an actress on Riverdale and when doing a sex scene, things take an interesting turn

Warnings; kinda public, choking, so much daddy because KJ is daddy

A/N; huge thanks to @hesvoidspidey for the inspiration for this and letting me base this on one of her amazing imagines!


Laughing at KJ goofing around before his scene, you sat behind the camera with the crew. You watched him play with his guitar and then he stuck his tongue out and flicked it really fast. You couldn’t help to think how it would between you legs and you had to press your thighs together to suppress your sudden urge.

You had been on the show from the start and you were great friends with all of the cast but you had a thing for KJ. No one of course knew about it and you planned to keep it that way. But when the director had called you to a quick meeting a few weeks back to tell you that you were doing a sex scene with KJ’s character, you had felt really nervous. You had done sex scenes before but now that it was with someone you liked, the pressure was on. You didn’t wanna make a fool out of yourself in front of him or to even hint about your feelings towards him.

“Hey bae, wanna go to lunch with your daddy?”, you felt KJ’s arms around you and wondered how long you had been lost in your thoughts if he was already done with his scene.

Him calling you ‘bae’ was a regular thing, it had started when you first hated the word and KJ kept calling you that to annoy you but when you found out what it actually meant, it wasn’t that bad anymore and KJ just kept the name, and now, it made your heart flutter. The daddy thing was something everyone knew, not just the cast. There had actually been a poll about who of the cast was most daddy and KJ insisted that he was always your daddy and that made your panties wanna remove themselves.


Walking to the cafeteria area on set, you felt a little blush creeping on your cheeks when KJ hung his hand over your shoulders. To anyone else, this was normal KJ and it used to be to you too but now that you had recently started to feel something towards the kiwi cutie, you tried to contain the butterflies in your stomach.

Sitting at a table with Cole and Madelaine, they greeted you with smiles as you sat down with KJ on your side.

You mostly ignored your friends as you tried to focus on the scene you would soon be doing. You heard you name being said and paid attention to the conversation.

“So Y/N, KJ, how do you feel about the big scene?”, Madelaine questioned with excitement.

“Yeah, KJ, how do you feel? That must be the most action you’ve gotten in months”, Cole laughed as you and Madelaine joined him but KJ just rolled his eyes.

“Shut up Cole, I’m actually looking forward to it, it’s gonna be a big shocker on the show”, KJ revealed.

His words made you even more nervous than before because you knew that the scene was absolutely gonna be a shock to everyone as it had been to you so you knew you needed to nail it.

“What about you, Y/N?”, Madelaine asked with a smile.

“Oh, actually I’m a bit nervous”, you admitted, finding your salad really interesting as you looked down.

“Relax, you’re gonna do great”, KJ told you, placing his hand over yours on the table. You simply smiled at him, your heart beating faster.

“Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you”, he joked and everyone laughed, including you.


Reading the script over and over again for your sex scene, you dreaded for the moment when someone would enter your trailer to get you to set.

The scene was simple, not many lines. It would happen in your characters big fancy bedroom and it would start with your and KJ’s characters having a fight, which had already been filmed, and then KJ would just press you against a wall and kiss you out of the blue. You would then proceed to remove each other’s shirts as KJ was making you walk backwards to your king sized bed and push you to lay down on it, removing your pants. He then would get on top of you and start kissing your neck, lowering to your bra covered breasts and then pulling the blanket over you as he disappeared under it. The scene would end with the camera filming your moaning face. Couldn’t be that hard, right?

You tried to picture the scene in your head with your eyes closed, but also trying to find ways to block your mind from forming any dirty thoughts about it.

“Y/N, they’re ready for you on set!”, a woman’s voice interrupted your thinking and you stood up, mentally preparing yourself.


The set looked amazing. ‘Your room’ was lit dimly and there were a few candles here and there. The giant bed was covered with silky red sheets, making the mood a little sexy.

“You wet for daddy already?”, KJ whispered in your ear out of nowhere as you were studying the set. You jumped a little but felt more aroused than scared.

“I’m joking, Y/N, just messing with ya”, he laughed at your slightly red face as you didn’t find an answer. He was always teasing and playing with you but not like this but you just brushed it off as you were called to take your places.


Standing with your back close to the wall, you faked a pissed off look on your face when the director called 'action!’.

“I’m so done with your crap, Archie!”, you yelled at KJ.

“Well that’s too bad because I’m not giving up on you!”, he yelled back before the both of you stayed silent for a moment. You could’ve sworn you saw for less than a millisecond a smirk tugging at his lips but thought that you had just imagined it.

He then took one big step towards you, grabbed you by the side of your neck and waist and pushed you against the wall as he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss made you forget that you were acting as KJ’s lips felt so good against yours and you brought your hands to his hair. He then pulled you from to wall and turned you around as he broke the kiss to remove your top, revealing your scarlet red lace bra. KJ sneaked a quick look at your boobs as he kept pushing you back by your waist and hurriedly removed his own shirt. You felt your legs hit the edge of the bed and you were about to lay back on it as the script had said but KJ clearly improvised as he lifted you and softly threw you on it and pulled your pants off.

You were a little surprised by this but kept on going as no had said 'cut’.

Resting you head on the small tower of pillows, you watched KJ coming to hover over you as you smirked seductively at him.

“I’m gonna show you just how much you really need me”, he said his line and then proceeded to kiss your neck, slowly getting lower to kiss the skin over your collarbones and finally your almost exposed boobs. You were breathing heavily when he grabbed your ribs, making your boobs press together and making the bra rise just a little but you thought it wouldn’t be enough to reveal anything to the camera. He stayed kissing your tits a little longer than you thought and then you felt his tongue slightly brush your right nipple. You almost broke character from the contact and you didn’t know if KJ even knew what he did as he withdrew himself from your chest to pull the blanket over your legs and stomach.

You felt yourself getting wet from the small touch but tried your best to keep your poker face on as KJ disappeared under the blanket and you felt him laying down on his stomach between you legs.

Now this was the hard part. You had to fake moan and look like he was giving you oral. Sure you had faked orgasms before but this wasn’t the same.

You lifted your legs so that your knees were making the blanket rise, giving KJ more space to do what he was 'doing’. You closed your eyes and were about to start moaning as you felt fingers pushing your panties to the side.

This was definitely not scripted. You gripped the sheets as you didn’t know what to do. You could’ve stopped the scene but you didn’t wanna have to explain why and it had went well so far so you decided to just go with it, I mean, having KJ between your legs wasn’t bad.

You started to moan silently and then you felt a finger entering you pussy, the wetness making it slide in easily. You let out a loud moan that wasn’t planned but a second finger entered and you didn’t have to fake your moaning anymore. You didn’t know why KJ was doing it but you knew you would look great on camera and you felt so good. He fingered you for a few seconds and then you felt his tongue flicking your clit and another unplanned moan came out.

You were wondering why the director hadn’t cut the scene as it wasn’t supposed to last longer than a few seconds after KJ went under the blanket but you weren’t complaining.

Not even a minute had passed when you felt KJ curl his fingers against your g-spot and you almost instantly came but that’s when the director yelled 'cut!’. You felt more than disappointed when KJ pulled his fingers out of you and your panties were back over your drenched pussy.

“That was great Y/N, absolutely fantastic!”, the director praised you as you put your clothes back on and tried to hide your blush when the crew gave you an applause.

Usually you stayed for awhile to watch the footage but now you were sexually frustrated and needed a release so you started to head to your trailer but KJ stopped you.

“Can I show you something?”, he asked with a smile.

“Y-yeah, sure”, you smiled back, wanting to ask him about his little tease and started to follow him.


KJ led you to his trailer and opened the door for you as you walked up the few stairs. Once you were inside, you turned around to face him and it was like the scene you just did had replayed when KJ grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall to kiss you hard. You instantly kissed him back and after a moment he pulled back to smile at you.

“You were wet for daddy”, he said as his smile turned into a smirk.

You just rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled you top over your head and went to do the same to his shirt. You quickly snapped your bra off too.

A small scream escaped your throat when KJ lifted you from the floor and carried you to place you on the couch. He was kissing you in a second and started to undo his pants but you stopped him and pushed him off of you to make him stand up. He looked at you with a slightly disappointed and confused look but you just smirked as you pulled his pants off, along with his boxers, his big cock bouncing up.

You didn’t give him any time to react as you took his hard cock in your mouth until you almost gagged. KJ started to grunt and gripped your hair tightly.

“Oh shit, Y/N, you’re a fucking goddess”, he told you as you kept sucking his dick.

“You look so good sucking daddy’s cock”, he smirked down at you and you lost it.

You stood up from the sofa, removed your pants and pushed him to sit down and in a second, you were on top of him with your legs on his sides, lowering yourself onto his length. You both moaned in pleasure when he filled you up. Starting to bounce up and down, he gripped your waist.

“You feel so good, daddy”, you moaned.

“I love it when you call me that”, he said and you smirked a little.

You fucked him for a good few minutes but he suddenly lifted you from him, making you both stand up and then he pushed you face first onto the couch so that your knees were on the sitting part and you leaned your elbows on the couchs back. KJ wasted no time in pushing back in you and started to pound into you without mercy. He snaked his hand around your throat and pulled your back against his chest and squeezed your throat.

“Who am I?”, he growled into your ear.

“Daddy”, you tried to say, his hand making it a little hard.

“Louder”, he demanded as he went to pinch your nipple with his free hand.

“Daddy!!”, you screamed and came a couple seconds before he did.

You both fell onto the couch but didn’t have any time to relax as there was a knock on the door. KJ immediately jumped up and grabbed a towel from a chair near by and wrapped it around his waist and then picked up his t-shirt from the floor and threw it to you. He made sure that you were covered before opening his mouth.

“It’s open!”, he yelled and stood close to you as you sat on the couch.

Cole walked in and you felt your cheeks getting hot. It was pretty obvious that what you had been doing due to you wearing only a shirt but hoped he would be maybe tired or something to not notice. He didn’t say anything at first as he studied your and KJ’s choice of clothing and then started to smirk. Busted, you thought.

“Daddy’s needed on set”, he smirked widely and left as your face fell.

“Fuck!”, you huffed out as KJ sat next to you and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”, you asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing, I’m just happy”, he said, turning to smile at you.

“Really? I mean, me too but I didn’t know you wanted this too”, you told him.

“I’ve wanted this from the first time you called me daddy”, he confessed and chuckled.

“Can we talk about this after we finish work? I need to go do a scene but you’re welcome to join me”, he said and you nodded, getting up and dressing to return to set.


Walking to the Pop’s diner set with KJ, you spotted Lili, Camila, Madelaine and Cole standing by the coffee table. They all said their hellos to you and you felt Cole smirking at you.

“How did your scene go?”, Lili asked.

“Great”, both you and KJ said at the same time.

“I think it went more than just great”, Cole commented and you felt a little panicked.

“What do you mean?”, Camila questioned.

“Let’s just say that Y/N just proved that KJ’s the real daddy of this group”, Cole smirked as the girls just looked confused. You looked at KJ and he smirked at you and Lili noticed it.

“Oh my god! You didn’t!?”, she yelled as they all realized what Cole’s words meant.

“Oh, they definitely did!”, Cole laughed.

“Guess the secret is out”, you awkwardly laughed at KJ.

“I don’t mind”, he said and kissed you as the girls cheered.

Yuuri and Emotional Vulnerability

I was doing some thinking on this line of Yuuri from episode 4’s beach scene and, even though it’s been done to death by now, I’d like to talk a bit about it.

What Yuuri is talking about, and what the entire crux of the issue is, is that Yuuri feels that showing emotions and being emotionally vulnerable is a sign of weakness. To go even further, he feels that having these emotions at all makes him weak. In turn, at any point that he thinks someone has seen this ‘weakness’, he proceeds to push them away and run from the issue for as long as he possibly can.

He does this time and time again. In episode 4 we’re presented with an example of this in the short term: he pushes Victor away and hides at home instead of going to the rink. This isn’t just an issue that has haunted him in the short term, however. From a more long-term perspective, he’s pushed away friends and family; the example he tells us is when he pushed away the girl who saw him upset and tried to hug him. We also see the same pattern with the girl who made him the music.

This habit hasn’t only affected him in the past and present, but it’s also impacted his future. What I mean is that this issue is inextricably tied to his confidence. Everyone has emotions, and everyone has times in which they are emotionally vulnerable. Yuuri has been suppressing this for so long that he’s been crushing his confidence in himself at the same time.

But during their talk at the beach, Yuuri has an incredibly big realization. Through Victor’s words and actions, as well as the influence of Yuuri’s friends and family, Yuuri sees that having emotions is not a weakness. That it’s okay to be emotionally vulnerable in front of other people. That having these emotions, and showing them, does not make you weak – it makes you human.

When we look at Victor’s lines during this scene, we come to realize that this is the exact message he is trying to impart to Yuuri. He starts with opening up and being emotionally vulnerable first by admitting he misses St. Petersburg and didn’t have a firm direction for his future in mind. He then follows that up by telling Yuuri that he himself, along with everyone else around them, does not see Yuuri as being weak. Victor’s trying to tell Yuuri that having emotions, such as his own homesickness and loss of direction, does not make him weak. And neither does showing them.

I think, in this moment, this is exactly the words Yuuri needed to hear. He’d come close to the realization before, when he noticed that his friends and family don’t see him as weak and that they know to give him space when he needs it, but it hadn’t fully clicked into place yet. Victor’s words serve as the affirmation Yuuri needs to start to see how others view his emotions/emotional vulnerability and Yuuri uses Victor’s own vulnerability as the launching point for this realization.


We immediately see the affects this revelation has on Yuuri. The first thing he does is open up and apologize to Victor for avoiding him. As the cherry on top, Yuuri even admits why he did – because he felt that having these emotions would make him “weak” and he wanted to hide those “shortcomings” from Victor.

Yuuri then immediately reaches out to someone he’d avoided for what might have been years, someone he had avoided simply because he felt guilty for turning down her work and not wanting to show how that had affected him. He had run from his feelings but, through Victor’s help, was finally able to face them.

But Yuuri doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t look only at the past and the present; he also looks to the future. He opens himself up enough to admit to Victor that he wants to reach his level. Not only that, but Yuuri also asks Victor himself for his help to do it.

After this, and all the way through the rest of the series, we see how this life lesson has impacts his thoughts and actions. Yuuri finds himself admitting things to himself that he was barely able to realize he felt before – such as wanting to win gold at the previous year’s Grand Prix Final.

In the end, this one conversation opened Yuuri’s eyes to so much more than just his emotions – it opened him up to new experiences and, in turn, enriched every other aspect of his life.

Life Partner - Harry Styles

Breakdown: Harry ditches the “womanizer” label when he falls for an ordinary girl, and reflects on their relationship as he drives home from a concert, but is bombarded by paparazzi. 

Harry was once a hopeless romantic and firm believer in true love. Unfortunately, his rise to stardom stripped him from these beliefs and he lost all hope in ever finding someone to spend the remainder of his life with. Throughout the past few years, Harry has constantly been labeled as a “womanizer” by the media. Harry definitely agreed that his romantic partners changed frequently, but this was not due to being a womanizer. He finally realized that being a celebrity and having a serious relationship was an extremely challenging task, and to do so would require the right girl for him. Therefore, Harry acknowledged that while being an international artist, he would have to be content with short-term flings with women whom he knew would never be his life partner.

But that now seems like an entire lifetime ago for Harry. As Harry stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, he can’t stop himself from entering into a deep reflection. They have only been together for fourteen months, but Harry couldn’t bear the thought of not having her in his life.

Their paths crossed one brisk fall morning as Harry strolled the streets of Greater London. While trying to shield his identity, Harry toppled directly onto her, which caused her to plunge onto the rough ground. As a crowd took notice of the pop sensation, Harry bolted to take cover from the growing crowd. However, he did not flee without dragging her along with him so he could deliver a proper apology and ensure that she was not injured. But as the two waited for the crowd to disappear, they fell into a deep conversation which left Harry completely amazed in a way that he had never been before. As he stared into her twinkling eyes, he knew that she was not a girl that he could just walk away from.

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southern hospitality

bitty has outgrown this place, and the people in it.

tw: homophobic language/slurs

word count: 1800

for @stitchedopen, 3rd place winner in my fic giveaway! i hope you like it!


The clinking of Jack’s fork against his plate as he sets it down is very unnerving. It’s not the only sound in the room but it’s by far the loudest, to him at least. Even louder than Suzanne’s pleasant babbling (no wonder where Bitty gets it from) and the gentle lull of music being played on a radio somewhere in another room. Probably the kitchen, where Bitty’s finishing up supper.

There’s a shuffling around the corner and Coach becomes visible as he nears the bottom of the staircase. “Jack,” he mumbles gruffly in greeting, giving him a nod and sitting at the head of the table.

“Hello, Mr. Bittle,” Jack replies, smiling a little. “How’s the season going? Still the reigning champs of Morgan County?” If there’s one thing Jack knows he can get Coach to talk about, it’s football. It might be a much different sport than hockey, Jack surmises, but the passion they share for their sports is more than enough for them to hold a conversation.

“Oh, they lost their first game of the season last week. Nevin’s got an injury and we had to switch around the lineups– you remember, Nevin, receiver, curly hair, he’s in the team picture in the living room– anyway, I’m sure it hurt their chemistry.” Coach would talk strategy with Jack for hours, if it was up to him, but Eric is coming into the dining room now. He’s got on yellow oven mitts with tiny white flowers, and he’s holding a tray with a roast and some vegetables.

“The meat’s a little dry, Lord help me, I should stick to baking,” Eric laughs, setting the tray down on the table. “But all the vegetables should be good and I’ve got some pumpkin muffins with a fantastic cream cheese frosting waiting for us in the kitchen.” Everyone starts to serve themselves. The meat’s not dry at all, but Jack keeps that to himself. Sometimes Bitty needs little things to dwell on, to keep himself busy so he’s not worrying so much about the big stuff. Jack knows that.

“So,” Suzanne starts after a minute, and Jack can tell that this is going to be a long one. He glances up at her, a signal that he’s listening. “The Gardeners are having a potluck this Friday, and they sent us an invitation.”

Bitty nearly drops his fork. “The Gardeners?” he hisses. “As in, Melissa and Kyle?”

“Those Gardeners,” Suzanne replies smugly. Jack and Coach exchange a look, humor gleaming in both of their eyes. The drama is about to unfold, they can tell. “What right do they think they’ve got, inviting us to their potluck after what happened at ours?”

Bitty turns to Jack, waving his hands as he speaks. “Two summers ago, we held a potluck here for the neighborhood, and when the Gardeners showed up, Kyle was drunk as a skunk and knocked over our entire dessert table. The whole thing! It was all ruined! And it would have been okay, but they didn’t even bring anything to the potluck in the first place, and they never apologized, and oh, it was such a mess, everyone tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal but darlin’ you should’ve seen the look on Moomaw’s face, I swear she was on the verge of a heart attack.” He shifts abruptly back toward Suzanne. “Mama, we’ve got to go.”

“Oh, I know that, of course we do. Dicky, what you’ve gotta do is bake the best pie those folks have ever tasted, let them know exactly what they were destroying when they had the nerve-”

Jack hums quietly, making a mental note. Potluck on Friday. Prepare for a spectacle.

-

Bitty’s fingers press against Jack’s neck as he helps him straighten his collar. Jack doesn’t really need the help, he supposes, but the contact is welcome, brief but full of warmth, not the kind of affection Jack usually gets when they’re with Bitty’s parents. They’ve been trying really hard, Jack can tell, and Bitty has too. But he understands why Eric sometimes has trouble being soft with Jack around Suzanne and Coach.

“Don’t you just look dashing,” Bitty says with a smile, placing his hand flat on Jack’s chest.

“Only because you picked my outfit,” Jack laughs. Bitty laughs with him, nodding in agreement. He’s got little crinkles at the edges of his eyes when he laughs, and Jack rubs his thumb over them, absent minded.

“You ready, Dicky?” Suzanne calls from the kitchen. The noises of the coffee pot stop and Jack can hear her pouring herself a cup.

“All ready!” Bits yells back. He reaches up his hand and squeezes Jack’s wrist before whirling around into the kitchen. Jack watches Bitty’s hips swing as he leaves, his jeans a little tighter than usual since he’s outgrown some of the clothes that he left here during the school year, and wonders if wore them on purpose.

-

The potluck is bustling. There are people of all ages, from the tiny toddlers playing in the Slip ‘N Slide far left in the back yard to the old ladies knitting underneath the sugar maple next to the house in a comically stereotypical manner. Jack opens Eric’s door for him not out of chivalry but out of necessity– when he emerges from the car, his arms are full of tupperware containers.

“Let me take some, bud” Jack offers, but Bitty shakes his head.

“I’ve got to bring them over myself.”

-

“This one’s cherry with a lattice crust,” Eric is explaining as he removes the lid from the nearest tupperware container. The egregious Melissa Gardener turns out to be a petite brunette with a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. “And this one’s pumpkin, I know it’s not really the season but I had some materials left over from the muffins I made the other night and I’m sure it’ll be just delightful, I made the whipped cream myself– now, they’re all desserts. I was sure you’d need some.”

Jack stifles a laugh. The bite in Bitty’s voice is unmistakable. “Where should I set them?” Eric asks, still sweet as sugar but with a lilt that suggests this isn’t an innocent question. “This table seems a little… unsteady. I wouldn’t want them to fall, heaven forbid.”

“This table’s fine,” Melissa ensures him, smiling. “Thank you so much for the contributions.”

“It’s nothing at all.”

They burst out laughing as soon as she leaves, Bitty collapsing into Jack’s chest. Jack’s arms come around him automatically and squeeze. “Bits, that was cold.”

“Really? Here I was, thinking I was being so courteous.”

They stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before Bitty shifts away from Jack. It’s subtle, but Jack understands. He squeezes Bitty’s shoulder and then takes a step away. Bitty’s out to everyone who matters, but some people don’t know. And some still have their prejudices.

“Bits, where’s the bathroom?” Jack asks. The noise is already getting to him. He knows he’s got a while of this to go, and he’s sure he’ll be fine, but he just needs a minute to adjust. Eric points him in the right direction, then goes back to arranging the pies on the table.

“Eric!” Bitty whips around. It’s a tall guy with acne scars in a red polo shirt. Bitty looks up, his face ghostly stricken for a second, then paints a big smile on.

“Hey, Todd,” he replies as the guy moves closer. “How have you been.”

“I’ve been fine, thanks,” Todd says. Eric tugs on the bottom of his shirt and glances over at Jack, entering the house. “Who’s the guy?” Todd asks, nodding toward him.

“Jack,” Eric says. “My… my boyfriend.”

Todd smiles. He turns his gaze to Bitty. “I’ve gotta say, Eric, I’m impressed! I expected you to come home with some twinky faggot in a pink H&M scarf.”

Eric inhales sharply. “Go away,” he says quietly, looking at his shoes. “My love life is none of your business.”

“We all knew you were a homo, Bittle, I guess it’s just a little surprising that you’re still showing your face around here. Are you queers ever gonna stop shoving your agenda in our faces? Huh? Go back to Samwell, eh?” He’s inching closer now, and Eric’s cheeks are flaming red.

“Go fuck yourself,” Eric mutters, turning his back. He unstacks a tin of macadamia nut cookies from his lemon meringue, and opens it. His hands are shaking as he spreads them out artfully.

Todd ignores his response, instead reaching over Bitty and sweeping up several cookies. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he stuffs one in his mouth. “Mmm,” he replies, smirking. “They’re a little bit… fruity, don’t you think?”

“That’s not even funny,” Eric rolls his eyes. “Get the hell away from me.”

“And if I don’t?”

There’s a hand on the back of Bitty’s neck and he’s flinching, he’s freezing, he can’t move he can’t breathe–

“If you don’t,” Jack whispers, his voice robotic and cold. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, and you can crawl home to your mother and tell her you got your ass handed to you by a faggot. Does that sound like a good enough reason to stop?”

Todd takes a step back. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” he hisses at Jack. “You’re not from around here, are you? You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”

“Let me guess. Mayor of some town I’ve never heard of? Principal of the local high school? Do you know who my father is, noune?” Jack puffs up his shoulders. “Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that my dad is a hell of a lot worse to mess with than yours. So you might just wanna step off.”

“Whatever. I shouldn’t be talking to y’all anyway. Just in case it’s contagious, you know?” Todd smirks.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jack says, still matter of fact, balling his fists and lunging toward Todd. Todd flinches, but the blow doesn’t come. Bitty’s caught the back of Jack’s t-shirt in his hand.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Todd laughs.

“But this– this asshole–”

“Trust me, sweetpea, I’ve got this.” Eric smiles.

“Yeah, you’re sure gonna take care of me, Bittle, what can you weigh, a hundred and ten? I bet you couldn’t even–”

Splat.

“Pity,” Eric says sweetly as the pie tin slides down Todd’s face, then down his shirt, coating him in cherry filling. “That lattice crust was gorgeous.”

“You– you–” Todd splutters, wiping cherry crud out of his eyes, but Bitty and Jack are already walking away.

“Enjoy the snacks, Melissa,” Eric calls over his shoulder as they make their way to the car. “We’re gonna head out.”

what a girl likes

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Prompt: #3 off of this prompt list: “Arcade games and pizza, hell yeah.” “What, are you, five?” “Oh, that reminds me. I need to call my mom and ask if she can pick me up.”

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Warnings: spoilers, swearing

Word count: 1,615

Notes: Steve Harrington is the light of my life I need you all to know that.

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A/N: this is angsty (i think???) anyways, hope you enjoy it!

Requested: @dunkkirkk-ish

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Trust.

Funny word, don’t you think? The firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strengths of someone or something.

One would still think that after months of being in a relationship with a respected and loving other, trust would’ve been conquered by now.

Unfortunately, not for them. Not for Harry.

Harry’s been in a relationship with Y/N for 9 months and a half now and to say they had grown pretty close to each other was really something else.

He adored spending his time with her, going out for dinner, waking up to her sleepy figure every day he was home, going out for a walk, or even just sitting or lying in comfortable silence with her. He absolutely loved sleeping cuddled up to her body when she’d stay the night and wake up to delicate kisses on his nose, and being greeted with a big and happy smile once he opened his eyes.

He was wholeheartedly and undoubtedly smitten with Y/N. He tells himself everyday that he has never met anyone like her — and he’s so sure of it. Harry has never admired anyone more than he does her. He’s never felt such intense feeling of respect and sincerity. So why can’t he trust her? He knows that from his past experiences in relationships or with his “friends” in general, the word ‘trust’ was empty to its meaning, for the people he actually trusted and put faith in, broke every promise made and took back every word once given to him. Of course not all of them were like that, but they were just the right amount to make him change his point of view on certain aspects of life.

After so many years of mistrust and back-stabbing from those who were supposed to love him and be there for him through every step of the way, Harry has unintentionally grown suspicious and doubtful to every situation and person he met. He didn’t mean to but who could blame him? He had gotten hurt so many times, he felt as though he had to do something about it, and, (un)fortunately — he really doesn’t know — he had. He’s changed. No, not to the degree no one would recognize him anymore. No. But his brain and his heart chose to keep a safe distant from the people that came into his life, so if they were to hurt him, it wouldn’t hurt as bad. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

To Harry’s dismay, Y/N wasn’t oblivious to any of it. She was catching up onto how Harry would always shut her out when he was upset, or how there were times he’d spend days off the radar without telling her anything that’d explain his absence.

Although Harry’s a smart kid, and rationally speaking he knows Y/N is too kind for the world to purposely harm him or anyone else, he just can’t bring his heart around it. His brain knows he can trust her. After all, she’s been nothing but reliable, good and kind to him. She never gave him any reasons to doubt her. However, his heart had been broken and deceived one too many times. He couldn’t possibly force himself to trust somebody. That’s not how things work and he knows it.

Y/N was becoming aware that Harry did not, by any means, trust her. At all. And it hurt a whole damn lot to know that the person you trust most doesn’t trust you back.

And she really did. Trusting him was as easy as the blink of an eye for her. Harry has always been kind and considerate towards her feelings, always respecting them. He never invalidated any of her emotions. Y/N was so delicate and precious to his eyes, he feared breaking her trust with every fiber in his body. He was well aware of the importance trust has and he also knew how much it meant to give someone else your trust.

Although she adores him dearly, she absolutely and utterly hates how he never shares his true self with her. Not that she thinks he’s fake, not at all. She knows he’s one of the most genuine person to ever set foot on earth. Metaphorically speaking, to her, he’s a big, vast ocean, in which both of them are floating in the surface of the water, instead of diving in and submerging in his true colors and seeing all the beautiful and the not-so-beautiful things too. And the best part? She wants to get to know exactly who he is deep inside. Harry has always fascinated and intrigued her in such way that not even she can explain it. She wants to get to know exactly how his heart looks like and know who hurt him this bad he refused to let you see him; through him. But Harry neglects her of every sort of emotional contact that goes deeper than his liking towards her, any form of contact with anything that’s within his heart deep down, whether they’re his insecurities, fears or even his sadness. Hell, she knows he’s not perfect —nobody is— and not for a second that’s what she expects from him.

Truth be told, not even Harry himself liked those deep and dark parts of himself, so why should he let anyone see it? It just didn’t make any sense to him. specially when so many people in his past have took advantage of his vulnerability and most fragile parts.

Sure he prophecies words of adoration to her, embraces her in loving hugs, kisses her oh so tenderly, to all which both of them enjoy very much. But that’s pretty much it. As much as he wish he did, Harry doesn’t trust her. He can’t. He really wishes he could because he knows she’s it for him, but he just can’t. He doesn’t wanna be let down and hurt again due to giving people his trust way too easily. And at this point, it’s not even something he voluntarily does, it’s just his new reality. He doesn’t mean to shut her out but he does. On the other hand, he knows Y/N would never even dream of doing anything like that on purpose to him. Frustration doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about this whole situation, so he rather simply avoid facing it at all.

Only if he knew beforehand that this was definitely not the way to deal with this.

-

Y/N has caught up on to the fact that Harry has been in one of ‘those days’ again. Sometimes he’d stay at his flat the whole time, or even leave, heading somewhere else and be radio silent for a while, until he returned home.

It’s safe to say she was never one up for confrontation. Those types of things scared her to the point she’d feel the need to throw up or even open a hole on the ground and hide in there forever. But she knew she couldn’t do that. At least not when the matter of the subject was Harry and all of his ‘shutting her out’ behavior. Y/N wanted things to change but how? Could she even do it? She’s well aware she can’t go around changing people and their demeanor, but that’s not what she wanted to do either. She just wants Harry to open up to her and let her in, just like she had let him.

Y/N also knew she couldn’t just shoot questions at him either, since they’d only make him more anxious and possibly more closed off, if that was even possible. So she chose the best way—her best way, at least. She’d try to do it slowly and on his pace too, trying to coax small bits and bits out of him every chance she got, with the intention of showing him he could, in fact, trust her.

She didn’t want him to feel pressured or uncomfortable. But, she wonders what went wrong.

-

Y/N had driven to his house a couple hours ago and got herself in with the spare key Harry gave her a couple months ago.

Thinking about it now, she thinks it’s funny how he trusts her with his home, but not with her with her home — his heart. She’d rather Harry trust her with something as big and important as his feelings and emotions than with his spare key. Of course she’s also thankful for the key. She likes how it makes her feel closer to him; however, just not as close as she wished to be.

After what felt like hours, she finally heard his car being pulled up to the driveway and immediately paused the episode of The 100 she was currently watching.

Harry entered his house as quiet as ever, looking down and with slumped shoulders. Y/N’s heart immediately squeezed at the sight before her: her sweet love was upset, sad or even hurt and she couldn’t do a single thing about it.

She let out a “hi, H,” followed by quick strides in order to reach him. Once she was just a few inches away from him, Y/N embraces him in a tight hug and, to which he gladly complied to. He might not trust her with his feelings yet, but knowing she was there for him made him feel a whole lot better; even if she couldn’t see it. Her company, overall, was just very pleasing to him.

Harry often finds himself distracted from his own feelings whenever she was around. It’s not like it was her fault, just as it wasn’t his either. He thinks that’s the mechanism his brain has created so he doesn’t have to deal with his painful reality when times get hard for him. He knows that’s not the healthiest option nor that’s what he should and must do. Harry knows he should at least try to bring himself out of his distracted state and face his real feelings, his real demons. The only way he’ll get through this is by coming face to face with them—all of them. One can only run from their own selves for so long. He’s been bottling up his feelings all to himself, and only he knows how bad that is for him. Harry thinks that the perfect metaphor to explain himself is a balloon, in which each blow of air symbolized one of his darkest feelings he did not want to face. They’d keep filling the balloon until it exploded. And trust me, it got bad, really bad when he exploded like that.

“So, how was your day, handsome?”, Y/N asked sweetly, hoping he’d give her more of an answer then a simple “good” or “the usual”. Of course that’s exactly what she got. Usually, she would’ve stopped right there, but not today. Not when she knows fully and damn well he’s hurting and all she wants to do is help him and show him he can trust her with every fiber of his body. So she pressed, hesitantly, “H,” she waited for his attention to fully turn to her. “Can we talk?”

“Sure, love. What about?”, he asked sweetly.

“Um… It’s just- I’ve just been thinking that- um… well-“, she let out a nervous chuckle. She really did not know how to phrase it to him. “You don’t seem fine these past few days, and I just really wanted to help you, but I don’t really know how I’d do that…”, Y/N’s hands were sweaty and her arms were laying limply down her sides. “So I was wondering, maybe we could talk about whatever has been on your mind?? You’ve been quite upset lately, I can tell”.

Harry immediately tensed at her words. She wanted to talk to him. About his feelings. Nope. No. That just couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when he was doing a pretty good job at avoiding it.

“Love,” he started with a deep sigh, “there’s nothing to talk about. Promise”, he finished, hoping this conversation would drop there. And it surprisingly did. She didn’t push it any farther. Instead, Y/N took his hand with a slight nod of her head and lead Harry to their bedroom together, so they could call it a night.

She didn’t want to drop it but she was afraid of how he’d react if she pushed it. She wanted to give him time but she couldn’t bare to see him upset like that. She just couldn’t.

-

Harry was still upset and Y/N insisted on asking him every night if he wanted to talk to her, as well as wondering if he was okay, in hopes that he’d eventually say yes to her. At first, he was very appreciative and kind with her effort. He said thank you, soon following with a tight hug, showing her how much he treasured her endeavor. But as it became more frequent, he was getting quite annoyed, to say the least.

Why couldn’t she just stop asking him all of that? It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, so why did she press on it? Why couldn’t she pretend he wasn’t upset just like he did? Harry wanted to appreciate her efforts again, but in all honesty, he was sick of it; sick of saying he was fine when he clearly wasn’t, sick of shutting her out. He wanted his feelings to be left alone, although he didn’t want to be alone.

Since the day she first asked him, whenever he came home to his place or hers, she’d always repeat those words and he really didn’t mean to but he was getting quite angry about it. He even began to act a bit colder and more distant from her, but not to the point it was that obvious.

It was just a day like any other, except he was upset again. Y/N’s heart slightly crushed again at the fact he might’ve been hurt or harmed and there was nothing she could do. It was a feeling that was growing quite frequent to her, but she didn’t want to get used to it. She really wanted to be there for him, but it almost felt like he didn’t want her there. She tried to ignore those thoughts, for they’d only bring her down and perhaps make her stop her efforts.

Y/N felt such tenderness and endearment for Harry. She really did. She just wanted to see him happy, smiling that big, gorgeous smile of his and she knew that wasn’t really their reality at the moment.

By this point, Y/N really didn’t know if she was doing it the right way. Was she pressuring him? Did she make him feel like she was trying to force it out of him? She really hoped the answer to both of these were no. But she couldn’t know; she was desperate by now. Desperate to help him; to have his trust.

“Hi, Harry,” she greeted him with a smile once he entered her small apartment. “How was your day?”, she asked him placing a kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I guess,” he dryly replied with a shrug and walked past her, heading for the kitchen.

“So,” she starts, trying to ignore the bitter tone to his words. “You sure you’re okay?”, she asked, leaning her body against the door frame, intently watching Harry gulp down a glass of water.

Harry put his cup down and shot her a glare, “I said I’m okay”, he answered harshly, not giving her a second look as he left the kitchen and sat on the couch.

Tonight was Friday, meaning that it was their movie night. Usually, they’d watch movies all cuddled up to each other, eating take out for dinner and just enjoying each other’s company. Not today though. He sat on the far end of the couch and when she came to sit next to him, he immediately lied down, stretching out his body, so that the space she once thought of occupying was now unavailable. She sighed at his behavior and sat as close to him as possible, right where his feet met her thighs, only to have him shrunk a little, enough to make his touch leave her skin.

And like that they stayed until half-way through the movie. At this point, the movie playing on the screen was long forgotten as she couldn’t stop thinking about how he was acting and this whole ‘trust’ situation. Before she could stop herself, Y/N felt the urge to ask him again, hoping he’d open up. Again. After all, hope is the last to die, right?

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Not entirely fluffy, not entirely sinful, somewhere in between LOL

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Sitting on RFA + Saeran’s lap

Zen

  • He was working out at the rooftop. Sit-ups, push-ups, you know, just the regular exercises you can do at home without the fancy gym equipment
  • That are as effective as any equipment, because man is sweaty and panting hard
  • And as soon as you step in to the rooftop, he just splashes some water so you won’t see him all sweaty (he doesn’t know you would kill to see that, though)
  • And since he looks always ready for a photo shoot, he really looks like a model in a Nike billboard, he looks… irresistible.
  • So you just make your way to his lap, just like that.
  • No, not just like that… WHAT’S WITH THESE SHORTS, MC? DON’T YOU KNOW THEY ARE SHORT JUST THE WAY THE BEAST LIKES IT?
  • “B-babe, what… what are you doing?” “Nothing. What were you doing?” “Just working out, you know, just keeping my body in shape…” oh, if you wiggle like that one more time…
  • “I see, yes… very in shape.” You squeeze his biceps, smiling. Gurl… his mind is a little cloudy due to the beast, but he’s not stupid, he knows what you’re up to.
  • “Yes, babe. Don’t you think I deserve a prize after working so hard?” one of his arms circle you by your waist as he leans towards you to kiss you…
  • “No! You’re all sweaty! Eww!” Gurl… you’re not the actress here, don’t even try. “Ah yes… my bad, princess. I’m really sweaty…” he gets up, shifting you in his arms so he can carry bridal style “I think you’ll have to help me take a shower.”
  • Good luck, now it’s your turn to exercise a little…

 

Yoosung

  • Boy is becoming multitasked these days.
  • Look at him studying in the kitchen while waiting for the dinner to cook in the oven!
  • You are hungry and go to the kitchen to grab something while dinner isn’t ready
  • “Na-ah, MC! Dinner is almost ready, you won’t want to eat later if you eat something random now.” Really multitasked, he says this blocking your way with his arm without taking his eyes off of the book.
  • He looks so serious, so focused, so cool. How can you resist?
  • So you sit on his lap, and he immediately stiffens his body. You keep telling him to focus and study, how can he focus like this, woman?
  • “MC… co-come on… we can… we can do this later… we…” “Do what later, Yoosung?” Oh no… are you really going to make him say it? Look how red he is, the poor thing!
  • He’s trying so hard not to give that glance at your body and how you’re pressing against his own, so he looks at your eyes… only to find that teasing expression you always do… oh, he always for this!
  • “You know very well, MC…” he holds you as he brings you closer, but you scoot lightly away from him “What? I don’t! I’m just hanging here waiting for dinner because I’m hungry!”
  • “Well, I’m hungry too…” he motions for you to get up before leaving his chair as well. You watch as he tosses his book aside and goes to the oven, turning it off. “I’m starving…” you could tease him for these innuendos, but you’re just too much into it as he grabs your hand and leads you both to the bedroom.
  • Yeah, you really didn’t make him say it, you just let him show you.

Jaehee

  • She’s super caught up in the plot of this DVD
  • Seriously… she’s not blinking for a while now…
  • You, on the other hand, aren’t that interested. You’re messing on your phone and sighing dramatically from time to time.
  • She didn’t take a notice of any of these sighs!
  •  And you genuinely don’t want to get on her way in this, but ahh… you’re getting quite sleepy and her lap looks really inviting…
  • So you yawn and lie on the couch, resting your head on her lap.
  • “MC?” she looks at you all flushed and with this little reprimanding look on her eyes. “What? I’m just tired.”
  • “But I… I’m… the movie…” “You can keep watching, I’m just going to stay quiet here…” you nuzzle your head in her lap… god…
  • You’re the worst kind of tease: the one who plays innocent, ahh, if only she didn’t love this so much, her life would be so much easier…
  • “Are you really going to stay quiet?” she grabs your chin, making you look at her as she bends down slowly. “Nah, you know what? I better rest in the bed, right?” you get up, heading to the bedroom. She rolls her eyes as turning the TV off, then she follows you.
  • Her life would be easier, but waaaay less interesting if she didn’t fall for your teasing…

Jumin

  • Shhh, he’s on the phone…
  • And judging from the way his rubbing his temples, it’s a strenuous business concern.
  • You walk into his office to grab a book, but your eyes go straight at him and how tired he looks.
  • He’s been on this deal almost the whole afternoon, shouldn’t he take a little break?
  • You walk towards his desk, going behind his chair as you mess with his hair a little. He finally notices your presence and bring your hand to his, still talking on the phone, but massaging your knuckles.
  • Oh, he is the one who needs a massage… anyway, you take this as an invitation to his lap.
  • “Yes, just hold on for a minute…” he covers the speaker with his hand as he looks at you. “Can I help you with something, my love?”
  • “I’m okay. Not so sure about you, though…” you squeeze his shoulders “So tense… are you okay?” Is this a trick? Are you genuinely concerned or genuinely tempting him?
  • He hopes it’s a little bit of both, and goes back to his phone. “I’ll talk to you later. Something just came up.” Placing his phone in the desk, one hand wraps your hips as the other grabs your chin as he comes closer.
  • “Ju-Jumin!” you pull away a little “What about your work? You can’t just… no, you…” he chuckles as he hugs you again “I suppose a little break won’t do any harm?”
  •  Probably it wouldn’t, but it wasn’t exactly little…

Saeyoung

  • There’s something wrong to one of his babies. He spent all day trying to fix it by himself, messing with the gears and engines, then going inside the car and trying to start it. Nothing.
  •  You let him do his thing, but it’s getting kinda late, shouldn’t he get inside now and admit this is a job for a professional mechanic.
  • You were going to tell him that, but seeing him with his hands and face all dirty with grease stirred something in you.
  • “Having problems, buddy?” you lean on the side of the car. “Ughhhh, I’m a genius, MC! Why can’t I fix this?”he sighs in frustration, resting his body dramatically in his seat.
  • Okay, that’s your cue! It’s not exactly comfortable, but you quickly manage to get on his lap, straddling him.
  •  “Ah, honey… I know what you’re doing, but… no, I’m just so tired, I’m…” oh, you’re wearing a skirt, huh?
  •  “Then let’s get inside so you can rest.” You twitch your fingers in the back of his head, playing with the hair.  And he wants to pull away and ask you to stop, he knows he can think of a way of fixing this car, but…
  •  “Are you sure you want to wiggle against me like that, MC? You know I can feel eveeeeerything, right?”
  • He rubs your back up and down before holding your head as he brings his face up, but you tilt away from him “Yeah? So what? You only care about your car, anyway…” you pout.
  • Oh… you fight so dirty sometimes… “I’m so offended you would say this, MC. Guess I’ll have to show you how much I care about you, then.”
  • Now you’re feeling eveeeeerything too.

Saeran

  •  It’s pretty quiet around your place
  • He’s sitting on the couch, just hanging and messing with his phone.
  • So are you, you’ve been putting some things in place while typing in your phone, walking around with your eye glued on the screen.
  • After you’re done, you decide to sit on the couch, and since he’s so quiet and you’re distracted, you don’t notice the seat you’re going for it’s already taken.
  • “Hey! What are you doing?” “Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” he’s clearly annoyed, but… there is something else…
  •  “Wh… wha…? How could you not have seen me? What is in your phone to keep you hooked like this?” “Oh, just this cool game I downloaded, check it out.” You adjust your legs on top of him.
  • “Whoa! What are you… why are you… still…like this?” oh, he’s not really mad, just super flustered because you never sat on his lap before.
  • “Like this how?” ah, you know you shouldn’t mess with the poor boy like this, but how can you not when he looks so cute? “Like… you know how, your legs and your…” he won’t say ass nor butt, no, he won’t say it! “Just… get out, this is weird!”
  • “Nah, I think I like it…” you wiggle, earning a low whimper from him in response. Oh, he knows what you’re doing… “You’re doing this on purpose, ain’t you?” he places his hand on top of your thighs, his eyes dart down your lips.
  • “What? No! I wasn’t even paying attention on you before!” you laugh, but your giggle soon turns into a gasp as he grips the back of your thighs, moving to get off from under you to get on top
  • “Then I’ll have to make you pay full attention on me this time.”
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warnings: none

prompt: collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

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Request from anon: please can you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are like the king and queen of Slytherin or whatever and they’re like the coolest couple ever and one day someone crosses her path and she makes sure he pays for it

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Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

You had been dating Draco for a good two years - you were both in sixth year and had structured a pretty notorious reputation; everyone always referred to the two of you as the ‘King and Queen of Slytherin’. Ever since people had found out about the two of you, they noticed how perfectly you fit together - Draco was a respectable, almost despotic character yet you were oddly kind, though everyone warned “Get on the wrong side of Y/N Y/L/N and you’re dead meat.” You knew how to defend yourself, having come from a similar family as Draco, it came naturally to the two of you. 

You were surprisingly clever (one of the top in your year, actually) and you were proud of it. If you didn’t put those extra hours in at the library, you probably wouldn’t have passed your O.W.L.S; it came as a shock to your parents when you were placed in Slytherin (your mother was a Ravenclaw and so was your father) yet you supposed your house destined who you were meant to be. You were a Slytherin and you were proud of it. 

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Ce faci? - Sebastian Stan

Summary: Sebastian flirts with you on The Late Late Show

Author Note: This is based on the incredible interview with Sharon Stone and Sebastian. Flirty!Seb is HOT!

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Originally posted by papertownsy

“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you. 

You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing. 

“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”

You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.

James smiled, before talking about the songs.

“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”

“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself. 

“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back. 

“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.

“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it. 

“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”

“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”

You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.

“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.

“That’s true, yeah.”

“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.

Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.

“Ce Faci?" 

Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.

“Would you bite me in the neck?” 

"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.

“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.

The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?

“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.

“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.

“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him. 

“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”

“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.

James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”

“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement. 

It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand. 

“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely. 

- - -

You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.

A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.

The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.

You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.

“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under his breath before continuing.

“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs. 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.

“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.

“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned. 

He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.

“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room. 

Flowers and Inks

Prompt: “I work at a flower shop and you’re a tattoo artist from across the street and you always come in here to practice drawing flowers and you’re really hot” AU by @aesocias.

Word Count: About 3,900.

Warning(s): Swearing, cheesy flower symbolism, all the fluff.

Author’s Note: Modern AU; Sirius Black x Reader. I’m just going to admit that this isn’t my best work and I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy, nonetheless! Working on a Remus one next. :)

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~ Taking notice in best friend!Hoseok’s friend, Yoongi ~PART SEVEN

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Originally posted by sugaa

You paced around your apartment waiting for Yoongi to show up. You heard your apartment doorbell buzz. Not even bothering to check who it was you pressed the button, unlocking the door.

There was a knock at your door and you reluctantly pulled it open.

Giving you a weak smile, Yoongi greeted, “Hey, Y/N.”

“No, you don’t get to do that. Stop being so cute all the damn time. I’m supposed to be sad–mad but all I see is the hair I dared you to dye blue. Let’s try this again,” You blurted turning around so you weren’t facing hime. “Start again,” You whispered. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi whined. “I know what you saw looked probably very wrong but as cliche as it sounds, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then explain please.”

“She was one of my classmates from high school. She had a massive crush on me but I never returned her feelings for me. Long story short, she pined after me year after year until we graduated and I never saw her again. Until today. At the pier, where I was supposed to meet you, suddenly I heard someone shout my name and I turned and there she was.”

He paused just in case you had any sort of reaction. You turned back around and nodded stiffly, motioning him to continue. 

“I thought just maybe she’d grown out of her silly crush and get an actual boyfriend but no, after all these years she confessed she still liked me. That was when I mentioned you. Oh, by the way, irrelevant but if you ever meet her just let her know we’re dating because I kind of told her that. Anyway, she tried to pull moves on me but like before, I wasn’t falling for them. She tried to convince me that you weren’t the one for me.”

You scoffed at this. She didn’t even know you. How was it possible to get so jealous of a person she didn’t even know personally?

That was when she started getting real close and grabbed my hand. I’m assuming that’s what you saw. But as soon as she leaned in a millimeter I pulled away from her. She was so desperate, but I still apologized for me not feeling the same way and then she stomped off. Then I continued to wait for you. After waiting a while, I might’ve grew impatient and wanted to call you…until i saw your texts,” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. 

“And here we are,” You lifted your arms to drop them again at your sides.

“Here we are,” He repeated. “Do you believe me?”

You stared at Yoongi’s face to catch any sign of bluffing. When finding none, you sighed. “Yes, I believe you.”

“Oh, thank god!” He embraced you and didn’t let go. 

“What did you have for me? Before all this happened you told me you had something for me?” You asked, your voice muffled into his sweater.

Pulling away, he smiled, somewhat nervously, before digging into the pocket of his jeans.

“I know it’s not diamonds but here,” He handed you a long, velvet box. Peering at him curiously, you opened it and revealed a thin, gold, bracelet chain with a single charm at the center. Turning the charm over, it was a small circle with the initials M.Y. embedded into it. 

“Yoongi, it’s beautiful,” You stared in awe. 

“It would’ve been much more romantic before,” he grumbled, swaying his hands.

“I would’ve loved it just as much. What’s it for?”

“Y/N, we’ve known each other for months now and I’d really really like it if you’d maybe want to see how our relationship would go if we took it to the next level?”

“Wait, so by that you mean, do exactly what we’ve been doing except have a title now?” You smirked.

“Yeah…And I’d get to kiss you now.”

“Now? Dude, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for months.”

“Why did I have to be the one to kiss you?”

“I had to know your feelings were there!”

“Fine, fair enough. So it’s a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” You went back into the embrace and felt your cheeks heat up. “You know, I was the one who made Hoseok give you my number because I saw you on his snapchat story.”

“Oh, yeah. I was there with him, and he was showing me the texts,” He chuckled and your face got ever redder. 

“That sly little––I’m going to kill him.”

Yoongi only laughed again and pulled you both down on the couch. His head laid on your lap as you played with his blue locks. Giggling to yourself, you smirked.

“Does this mean I can call you pet names?”

Furrowing his brows, he asked, “Like what?”

“…Blungi?”

“STOP.”


So here it is! It’s over….I think! If anything I’ll post a bonus chapter if y’all want to see their cute relationship!! Glad you enjoyed it!!