sudden boost of confidence

sushi || pjm (f)

Going out on a date with some guy you met at a café could bring more with it than meets the eye.

❀ genre: fluff.
❀ word count: 5,3k+
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With slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.

‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just made.

‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was ever there.

A heavy sigh left your mouth and you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.

‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.

Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this chill and cute vibe.

‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,

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So uh…. I’ve decided to do something a bit different and try to draw a digital drawing of myself kinda semi-realistic but keeping a cartoon-vibe to it, I guess. This is the closest you’re going to get to seeing my real face. Trust me. I don’t look nearly as pretty in real life (at all actually) as I drew myself here. Anyway, this was surprisingly fun to try and I’m even more shocked at how well it turned out. 

Prize  [ E.P ]

Hiiiiii! Yes, I’m back and I’m not dead lmao I’m so sorry for not having anything up in so long. 

Also, this is my first piece of writing for Narnia that I’m going to be posting on this blog and I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time but I’ve finally gotten around to actually doing it. The whole Narnia series (books and movies) holds such a large part of my heart to itself and I’m really excited for more of these to come!

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Summary: Edmund challenges reader to a friendly duel. Reader is a fighter but only so in hand to hand combat because of a large dislike for sharp objects. The winner gets a prize from the loser at the end of the match. (Lmao I suck at summaries oops)

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None, really

You stare at the sword in your hand, contemplating your next move. Should you take him up on his offer to a friendly duel or should you return to pretending to read while watching him train on his own? By no means are you unable to fight because you have always been more than capable to do so. But merely in hand-to-hand combat. Swords and bows and arrows and whips and all were never correct for you – they just never worked well with you.

That, and you have an undying fear of things with sharp edges just like this one. 

“Are you afraid of hurting yourself with that sword in your hand, love?” Edmund smirks, “Just like last time? When you managed to half-impale your own forearm?”

“I’m not afraid of hurting myself, Ed,” You roll your eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that he was the one who’s unknowingly stolen your heart, you would have not even thought of saying yes to the fight against him. But you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front the man you had grown such strong feelings for. 

“Then why are you not accepting the challenge, Y/N?”

“I–um,” You stuttered, not wanting to admit your dislike for swords. After clearing your throat, you blurt, “I don’t like sharp objects, Your Majesty.”

“Is that all?” Edmund chuckles at your teasing use of his title, “It’s merely a friendly duel. I won’t let you get hurt, if that is what you are afraid of.”

With a sigh, you nod your head as if to tell him that you will. He sends you a small smile–one that’s barely there. It’ a smile that few get to see but it’s a smile that many remember. Edmund hands you a sword, his eyes running across the armory as he readies his own. You flash him a mischievous smirk, swinging your leg out to hit his calf lightly. You decide it’s time to toughen up and use the bloody sword.

“Hey,” He says, his eyes looking into your own as he quickly moves out so that your foot never touches his calf. Edmund’s orbs glisten with a sense of cheekiness that you knew could only mean he was enjoying this more than he should. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You roll your eyes at him, watching as he swings his sword around twice before he pushes it forward. You quickly move to the side, watching as the tip of the sword pierces the air beside your shoulder. As quickly as the first, Edmund strikes at you once, the clash of your own sword being heard throughout the silence of the armory.

It’s difficult for you not to just stop what you’re doing and stare at him as he moves. In your eyes, there is nobody that holds more beauty than Edmund Pevensie. His raven hair falls over his eyes, a slight blush on his cheek from training for so long before now.

“If you cut me with that sword of yours,” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear you as you both repeatedly swing at each others with the freshly sharpened weapons. “My veins will haunt you. That’s a promise.”

This time it was Edmund’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Honestly, you’re kind of weird.” Edmund grunts, blocking another one of your hits. His eyes meet yours once more, his gaze piercing your own through the gap between your swords.

“Took you long enough to figure that one out,” You smile. This time your leg actually hits his calf with so much force it sends him to the floor. It was a simple trick (if it could even be called a trick) that Edmund would have seen coming if you were anyone else. But he had his guard down more than his usual. “I mean, really Edmund, we’ve known each other for years!”

“And yet this is still the first time you’ve managed to have almost beat me,” And he pounces back up, quickly swiping the side of your sleeve with the end of his sword. You glare at him as he twists the sword out of your hand, causing it to fall to the floor beside your feet before he’s holding the tip of his own at your neck with a devious smile playing on his pink lips. “I win.”

“Bloody hell, Ed,” You groan, picking up your sword and handing it back to Edmund to put it away safely. “You could have at least let me win. Just this once.”

“Maybe next time. But,” A sly smirk crosses the King’s face as he steps toward you, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do I get for winning, hm?”

You open your mouth as if to say something but you abruptly shut it, holding a single finger up at Edmund’s face before you run to the bag of vegetables that you had picked from the garden. You pull out a carrot, quickly running back to your closest friend with the orange vegetable in your hand.

“Here.” You stick the carrot in his face as if forcing him to eat it right then and there. He just stares at it with an eyebrow raised before he lifts his hand, grabbing the carrot in his hand. His expression is unamused yet amused at the same time, his eyes scanning the carrot as if it were a clue to some long unsolved mystery. But really, it was just a carrot.

“A carrot?”

“Yeah,” You nod, jutting a thumb behind you in the direction of the gardens. “The salads they grow in the garden are really good. The carrots are especially scrumptious, I bet you would love this one.”

“Do I look like a bloody rabbit?!” Edmund exclaims. He quickly regains his more senseful train of thought, his eyes falling back to yours.

“What? Do you not like it?”

“I mean I–yes, I like it. I love carrots.” Edmund trips over his words, not wanting to offend you in any way. Truthfully, Edmund hates carrots. 

“Oh,” You smile. “It just seemed like you didn’t–”

“There was just something else that I had in mind, that’s all.”  And taking advantage in his sudden boost of confidence, he pulls you into his chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with the softest touch his fingers could manage.

Both you and Edmund don’t fail to notice the speed of your individual heart rates increase from the proximity and you silently hope that he can’t hear the beating of your heart because of how close you are. He bites his lip once he notices the blush that tints your cheeks. In fact, you were pretty sure they’re on fire.

He touches his forehead to yours tenderly, his hand loosely placing itself on your warm cheek. The feeling of his thumb caressing the soft skin sends shivers down your spine, your breath quickening as his face slowly grows closer to yours. You can feel each and every one of his breaths on your face which you found seemed so very intimate for someone like Edmund.

He looks to your eyes for permission, silently learning the answer you choose to give him. Edmund notices your eyes already falling to his lips. He shuts his eyes, his hold on you growing tighter and more intimate than ever.

And within seconds his lips are on yours.

The kiss starts of slow and gentle but it soon turns towards a more heated and passionate direction. His lips are as soft as clouds against your own lips, sending small shockwaves through your bloodstream and you could feel in every inch of your body, exactly how Edmund the Just feels about you.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, once again resting his forehead against yours.

“I loved the carrots,” Edmund says, his chest rising and falling as he regains his breath from the kiss that has left him panting more than any war that he has fought. “But that kiss was a prize that I liked much much more.”

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{summary: “it’s so easy. falling in love with you is incredibly easy.”}

you anons are turning my whole inbox into some erotic fanfiction with all of the naughty headcanons you’ve been sending in ;w; i’ll work on posting those headcanons as time goes by, for now, all i want to do is write a fluffy story for peter parker based on my long winded answer/headcanon about how easy it is for peter parker to fall in love with someone. yeah i meant to post this on queue, but this was too fluffy and sweet to NOT share ASAP.

lmao someone boost my confidence and tell me that peter would love me as much as i love him ;w; [♥] because honestly, this boi means the world to me and i’ll always want him to be happy

tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @fangeekkk , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**warnings: none, just pure fluff [♥]

**Don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**


You thought that you had misheard Peter, feeling your eyebrows furrow together as you slowly brought your book down to get a closer glimpse of your best friend.

Sitting on the edge of his bed directly in front of you, you watch as Peter nervously fiddled with the ends of his oversized sweater with a prominent blush settled against his cheeks. Closing your book so that you could give him your full attention, you slowly ask him, “Peter, what did you just say to me?”

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Taking Bets by S_Horne

(1/1 I 406 I General I Sterek)

“Dad, Mel” Stiles started. “I’m gay.”

With a sudden boost of confidence, Stiles reached a hand out to take a hold of one of Derek’s.

“And this is my Derek” he continued, turning his face to meet the other’s gaze.


Stiles has a confession for his parents, and they have one for him!

Dream a Little Dream of Me by 42hrb

(1/1 I 830 I Teen I Stanny)

Coach pairs Stiles and Danny in a hotel for a lacrosse trip, it turns out they have some stuff to talk about.

About Damn Time by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 903 I General I Sterek)

It’s essentially Teen Wolf, except that there are such things as soulmates.

Deal? by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 921 I General I Sterek)

Only Peter is evil and it’s for like 1 sentence.
Basically Sheriff answers a domestic violence call and Stiles hits on Derek while simultaneously coming out.

The Person He Loved In So Many Different Ways by QueenofCrazy

(1/1 I 1,136 I Not Rated I Sciles)

“Bro.” He whispered, hands gripping his knees and fingers tapping. “Bro you uh, you left your porn up on your laptop that I borrowed for my presentation.”
Scott felt his face heat up. He knew what porn Stiles was talking about, how could he be so stupid not to check it before giving it to Stiles.

Sourwolves Do it Better by siao

(1/? I 1,406 I Explicit I Sterek)

In another time, in another place, but not exactly as the story still occurs in the much beloved town of Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is a quirky (kind way of saying a walking disaster) teenager just trying to figure out his life in the wake of his parents uncommunicated separation, and being the perpetual third-wheel to his power couple friends Lydia and Jackson that makes him question if their friends because they happened to have playdates in the e-old age or because their parents gave them no choice but to be friends.

And yeah, maybe having sex with a complete stranger in the supply closet at school wasn’t his brightest idea - sue him, but how was he supposed to know that his one time fling that he wanks since forth was his English teacher?

Throw in teenage werewolves, alphas, hunters and some kind of demon tree that may or may not be trying to seduce him into being evil and what you got is a whirlwind romance that’s not quite legal but profound all the same.

Two Hearts in One Home by TheMipstaz

(1/1 I 1,851 I Explicit I Malia/Kira)

In which Kira bakes 11 pies.

Silver and Cold by inatshej

(1/1 I 2,044 I Mature I Steter)

Stiles admits to himself finally that it is cold, quiet and lonely. It didn’t change when he met Peter, but at least he could forget about it. Somehow the thing with Peter ends up hurting him even more.

And The Oscar Goes To by 42hrb

(1/1 I 2,241 I Teen I Sterek)

Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?

Outed by smokesforsterek

(1/1 I 2,419 I General I Sterek)

Nancy O’Dell was standing on her chic set but in the background on one of the set pieces was a obviously zoomed in and blurry picture of Derek and Stiles kissing on the beach.

or the one where Derek and Stiles are famous and secretly dating, and are caught. So naturally the only thing to do is pretend they’re making a movie.

Heavy Is The Head by tragicama

(1/? I 2,574 I Explicit I Sterek)

Heir Prince of France, Derek Hale is tired of his royal life.

When he meets a palace servant named Stiles, everything changes.

Or, the one where Derek falls in love with his own Prince Charming.

Awake by reillyblack

(1/1 I 3,441 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was too goddamn old for a sexual awakening.

Never Been Subtle by totallyrandom

(2/2 I 3,886 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has something important to tell Scott, but Scott’s not making it easy.

Green Beer and the Howling Wolf by TVTime

(1/1 I 4,152 I Teen I Stisaac)

Stiles, Isaac, and Scott go out drinking for St. Patrick’s Day and Stiles discovers that his hopeless crush on Isaac may not be as hopeless as he thought.

Stiles-centric/Stiles POV, dialogue-heavy college AU story with no powers. Primarily humor with some fluff and Stisaac romance. Alternate character histories. Isaac is Scott’s adopted brother.
Stiles held his arms out and turned around in a circle. “I look okay right?”

Scott’s face lit with understanding. “Ah, someone wants to get lucky on St. Paddy’s Day.”

Stiles didn’t deny it, just changed the subject – well, technically he didn’t change the subject, but Scott would think it was a change of subject. “So when’s Isaac getting here?”

Trust by live_laugh_murder

(1/1 I 4,436 I Teen I Steo)

Stiles always knew Theo Raeken couldn’t be trusted. But he seems to forget that when the werewolf gets under his skin.

Out in the Open by inmydreams

(1/1 I 5,188 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale, successful actor and Oscar winner, is ready to come out and where better to do it than on his boyfriend’s chat show?

Indecent Proposal by lavieboheme0919

(1/1 I 5,432 I Explicit I Stetoper)

Peter and Chris have been married since they were in their twenties. Stiles is introduced to the mix after Peter meets him in the showers at the on-campus gym. All of them love the relationship they’re in. Unfortunately none of them know how to explain said relationship to Stiles’ dad.

This is the first of a series I’ll be working on as I work on my other story, “Gods and Monsters.” This one will be heavily focused on sex. If I missed any tags, please let me know. As always, comments welcome and encouraged!

Aparecium by GameCake

(1/1 I 5,446 I Teen I Sterek)

“Hey, Derek, look! Aquamenti!” Stiles yelled laughing.

His laugh though was short-lived as his hand tickled the same time as water shot out of the tip of his fake wand?


“Whatever you did, wherever you found it, put it back!” Derek ordered flashing his alpha crimson eyes.

“Do you really think it is a good idea to leave it here unattended? What if a kid takes it? What if someone said ‘Avada Kedavra’” Stiles defended as he flayed his arms around.

That proved to be another bad choice. His hand buzzed again and lightning escaped the wand and stuck an innocent tree. Which immediately cracked and started decaying to the point that it looked sick and… well… dead.

There were a few bits of silence after that until Derek spoke up. “That’s it! Put it back now.”


Or the one where Stiles finds a wand that responds to Harry Potter spells, is apparently a mage and gets a boyfriend out of it.

Don’t hate me for who I am by AnnSnape

(2/6 I 5,649 I Mature I Sterek)

It was Christmas when Stiles pack rejected him for being different and Stiles, who turned for the first time, had to run away from his own pack to survive.

Closeted by stilinski_wolf

(2/2 I 7,483 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is part of a very rich, very conservative - and very homophobic - family, and so he has to hide who he truly is from them.

And then, Derek takes a liking to the new bartender working at the gay bar he frequents, and contemplates coming out to his family.

But his choice is taken out of his hands when his sister Cora follows him one night to the gay bar, changing Derek’s life irrevocably.

wolf in the headlights by thedeathlyalpha

(1/1 I 7,581 I Teen I Scisaac)

When Scott finds out that Derek has added a member to the pack, he can’t believe it.

When he discovers who it is, even worse.

As Scott becomes closer to Isaac, feelings develop and the lines blur, making everything just seem so confused.

Getting To Know Me Getting To Know You by alternativename

(3/? I 9,477 I Mature I Steter)

In an Omega verse where Stiles has never really felt comfortable in his own skin, he seeks out the company of other Omegas to help him make sense of the world they live in.

Meeting Peter Hale however was totally unplanned, and so was everything that happened from the moment they met.

And…Action! by defenselesswriter

(5/? I 9,632 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Not looking for casual hookups. Sorry, bro. Most codependent independent person you will ever meet. Part-time actor, full-time asshole who coincidentally preaches positivity. Worst bowler in the world after my best friend. Looking for a guy whose first thought isn’t ‘Can I put my dick in one of his orifices?’ Also super hella bi and might be down for a threesome.”

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes by huffleluff

(1/1 I 21,866 I Teen I Allydia)

If you had asked Allison Argent if she was straight two months ago, she would have said yes. Now, she isn’t so sure.

On her eighteen birthday, she receives the name of her soul mate via a mark on her wrist: seventeen year old Lydia Martin. Her sense of identity suddenly gone, Allison must deal with her feelings for her best friend, her preacher father’s homophobia, and learning to love herself for who she truly is–preferably before Lydia’s eighteenth birthday in just one year’s time.

There’s Nothing That I Wouldn’t Do (I Found My Way Back To You) by SuperMARVELous

(5/5 I 51,051 I Mature I Sterek)

Four times Derek and Stiles pass each other by and the one time they find their way back to each other.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope

(12/12 I 83,974 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

Building a Better Chimera: Part Two by Uthizaar

(21/21 I 200,638 I Explicit I Steo I MCD)

Theo returns to Beacon Hills with the task of guiding and protecting Stiles as he becomes one of the most powerful chimeras alive…Well that was the Dread Doctor’s plan. Theo has a different idea, and Stiles fits nicely into it, not merely as a fellow chimera, but as something more. Of course, Stiles not being aware of his abilities is but one small obstacle… 


Inspired by @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester new fic! I loved it so much I had to do my own :)

Your body. 

It wasn’t like you hated it or felt ashamed of it. You loved your body, But sometimes you would think the worst about your body. Are you too fat? Are you too thin? Are people staring at you while you walk down the street? Do people talk about your clothes and how they look on your body? You didn’t care for all those comments but you would quickly become self-conscious about them.

You hated the mirror. It was like a reflection of yourself that you didn’t want to see. Sometimes when you would go out with your brothers and would wear something pretty, You would admire yourself and go out the door head held high.

But today was one of the days you weren’t feeling it. You felt different today. Nothing looked good on you, You couldn’t get your makeup right, Your hair looked like a mess.. You just didn’t feel it today. All that confidence you’ve had all week drained by the time it was Sunday.

Your brothers wanted to go out for dinner for such a successful hunt they had the week before, and it had to be the exact same day you felt like shit. You were still in your pajamas when Dean walked in, A smile on his face.

“Hey (Y/n)! You ready-” He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting on your bed, Slumped over.

“I feel sick Dean. I don’t want to go. You and Sam can go ahead. I’ll stay back” You tried your best to sound stuffy and sick, But your brother didn’t buy it.

“What’s wrong? Who do I have to kill?” He sat beside you on the bed, hand resting on your back.

“No one. I told you, I’m just sick.” You cleared your throat.

“You haven’t gotten sick since you were little (Y/N). Now what’s wrong?” His finger lifted your chin so your eyes met.

“It’s nothing” You stood up, Walking toward your dresser. Your mirror conveniently placed in front of you.

“(Y/n). I know how you look in the mirror and hate what you see. I know the way you look at other women with admiration and jealousy.”

He stood behind you, His figure towering over yours. Tears welled and started to travel down your cheeks, Long wet streaks painted your face.

Dean turned you around and held his hands tightly on your head.

“(Y/n/n). We love you. We love you the way you are. Don’t let all these stupid thoughts cloud your mind. You look beautiful in all the clothing you wear, From your dresses to your sweatpants. You don’t need to dress for anyone but yourself.” He kissed your forehead, His thumb wiping your tears.

At a loss for words, You hug your brother tightly. Your face buried in his flannel, The smell of gunpowder and dried blood bringing you happy memories.

“You okay now?” He smiles, Running his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah. I’m okay now” Smiling, You breathe deeply. With the palm of your hands you dry the remaining tears, Feeling a sudden boost of confidence.

“Alright, Get ready then! Sam is starving. And I’m seriously craving those burgers”

Your brothers honestly made you feel better about yourself. And since that day, You’ve never looked at mirrors the same way again.

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➺ Drinks (m)


Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female Reader

Genre: smut / fluff; bartender!au, tattooed!au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and cheating, some swearing, graphic depictions of sex and if you look closely you can make out some subtle power play

Word count: 5,021 words

Synopsis: Getting to know the bartender doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Note: I tried a different style of writing for my take on the @kwritersnet may prompt. This is for @war-of-hormoan and thank you to the girls in the DC for reading over this. Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy!


“Hyunwoo, where are you? I‘ve been waiting for 30 minutes.”

“I’m sorry babe, work got in the way. I got a client just now, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Real talk? Make it up to me by packing your shit and get out of my apartment. I know that you’re probably fucking that girl again and I doubt that it’s work related. I don’t wanna see a trace of you when I get home. Fuck you, I’m done.”

She heaved out a breath when she hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of her nose. This wasn’t the first time Hyunwoo has canceled a date because of ‘work’ and she was tired. She’d known that she was being cheated on for almost two months when she caught them in the flesh but after he begged her to let him stay and that he’d try better, she went against her better judgment and let him. But she was disappointed and deep inside her mind, she knew that she would but her heart screamed to keep holding onto him. And now she sat inside her favorite restaurant with glistening eyes and an aching heart, all dolled up and ready to have a great night out but it was ruined. Again.

Kicking off her shoes and pulling the dress over her head when she got home after taking a long walk, she noticed that, truly, he packed his belongings and left the apartment, taking her heart with it. Tears welled up in her eyes, burning like the fire in her chest and she let them go. It hurt, she hated to admit that it did, but she knew that it was for the better. Her feet carried her to the bathroom and she turned on the faucet of the bathtub, letting in a hot bath to wash away the tears and the pain. She let herself soak in the lavender scented warmth and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to contain her sobs. Soon enough, she stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a soft towel around herself before walking to her now quite empty, lifeless bedroom and putting on a warm sweater and sweats, ready to indulge in the gallons of ice cream and wine she had stored for this situation.

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Who are you really? Part 2 // Shawn Mendes

Overview: after ignoring Shawn for a couple weeks, she finally talks things out with him.

Author’s note: so here’s part 2! hope you like it! This is probably the end by the way :)

“How long has it been since you last spoke to him?” Rebekah asks me, sipping her coffee as we sat in a small booth in our local coffee shop.

“2 weeks,” I mumble, fiddling with the rim of my own cup. “He’s texted me a couple times but I don’t know how to respond Bek, I mean he lied about his name… who knows what else,” 

She sends me a sympathetic glance.

“I think you should at least cut him some slack, hang on before you get all defensive,” she quickly says as I open my mouth, prepared to rebut. “He’s famous Y/n and he probably thought you would think differently of him if you knew he was a celebrity,” 

I stare down at the table, Rebekah’s words sinking in. “It just hurt that he lied to me, I feel like he can’t trust me,” I look up at her, smiling softly. “How’d he even find out about me if I’ve never met Shawn?”

“How did Peter get your number?” She smirks, taking another sip.

“He said he saw me at a party, didn’t get a chance to talk to me so he got my number of Dave… No is that true!” I exclaim, my eyes wide with disbelief. 

“You remember Sandy’s 20th?” I nod my head, remembering the crowded house with blaring music. “Well he did in fact see you there but the whole time you were talking to Chris,”

“Why didn’t he just come over?” I ask, my face scrunching in confusion.

“He thought you and Chris were a thing,” 

“But Chris is dating John?” I rest my chin on my hand.

“Shawn didn’t know that until he asked Dave and when Dave said you were single, Shawn was going to go talk to you but you were leaving so instead he just asked for your number. You know the rest,”

“That little snake!” I laugh, astounded by all the trouble he went to just to talk to me.

“Do you think you’ll ever let him explain himself?” She asks me, gaze flicking behind me as I was facing the wall and Rebekah was facing the door.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really decided yet,”  I run a hand through my tangled hair, pushing it off my face.

“You may want to decide soon,” I send her another confused glance. “Only because he’s coming over right now,” She rushes out avoiding my gaze.

“What!?” I ask, sitting up straighter and slamming my coffee cup that was half raised back on the table just as Rebekah greets the new company.

“Shawn! Dave! Fellas, how you going?” She asks, chucking on a smile. “Join us!” she urges, moving a chair onto our two seated table. I keep my eyes locked on the table, not looking up at Shawn.

I feel a presence on either side of me as someone sits on my left and the other on my right. 

“Bekah, how are things?” I hear Dave ask and I peel the sticky label of the cup and re-stick it in a nervous manor.

“Not to bad, Y/n and I were just having a little catch up session after work,” She says and I finally look up. 

“What about you Y/n? How are you?” Dave to my left asks. I feel eyes burning into the side of my head from my right side.

“Pretty good, Uni has me stressed like always,” I laugh awkwardly. Bek was better friends with Dave then I was. 

Automatically my eyes flick to the right and they land on Shawn whose already looking my way. He smiles faintly and I look back down at my cup, my stomach clenching at the gesture.

“Yeah Uni is usually like that but when you’re finished it will be well worth it,” Dave adds and I nod. 

An awkward silence filters between us and a sudden boost of confidence has me looking Shawn’s way again.

“Peter, I mean Shawn- sorry,” I smile at him sarcastically, his eyes widening, Rebekah choking back a laugh in the background. “Can I talk to you… privately?”

He nods, “Yeah,” he coughs, clearing his voice. “Sure,” 

We both get up, heading outside into the frosty air. I see my car parked not too far and I walk over to it, Shawn trailing behind. I unlock it and getting in the front seat, motioning for Shawn to get in the other side. Once we’re both seated I turn to him.

“Where did you get Peter from?” I smile grimly. 

“It’s my middle name,” He answers simply and I chew my bottom lip, wondering what to say.

“So is that like, you secretly yearn to be called Peter?” 

“No, I just…” he doesn’t finish, his gaze on the park across from the car park.

“Just what Shawn? Why would you lie about your name?” I ask, slowly getting frustrated. “To be honest I thought Peter was a pretty freaking cool guy and I was generally starting to like him but then I find out that he’s actually called Shawn and that makes me wonder, what else did he lie about?” 

“I didn’t lie about anything else- I swear,” He reaches out, grabbing my hand that originally was lying against my thigh. “I know I never told you about my job and that was because I feel like ever since I became famous everyone just associates my name with the famous me, they never really see me as just a normal dude,” He looks at me, begging me to understand.

“Shawn,” I murmur, frowning. “I get that it sucks to only be seen for being a celebrity but if you really liked me, wouldn’t you want me to like you for who you are- especially something that’s such a big part of your life!” 

“I know but all I saw was a girl who I thought was incredibly beautiful and I was presented a chance to be someone else for a moment,” his thumb was stroking my knuckles, sending goosebumps up my arm.

“Smooth,” I giggle, blushing at his comment.

“I try,” with that, silence fills the car.

“I know I lied Y/n but I swear it was the only lie I ever told you, everything else was true and I would really love it if you could give me another chance,”  he pleads.

“I would like that,” I say gently, smiling at him as a grin spreads on his face.

“Can I take you out? Tomorrow- pick you up at 7?” his eyes are bright with excitement.

“As long as Shawn picks me up and not Peter,”

Originally posted by illuminateshawn

Golden Desire

Summary: Watching Sebastian work on the set of ‘The Bronze’ is giving you a hard time.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, S M U T ! ! !

Word count: 2583

A/N: well i wrote this 

Originally posted by iblamebuckybarnes

After another long exhausting day on set, you were finally able to pack up your things and head off. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was kick off your red heels and take a nice long bath. Working as a production assistant on a movie set had its ups and downs. The ups were the many oppurtunities this job offered as well as meeting new and important people. You wanted to write or direct a movie yourself one day, so getting whatever job on a movie set was the first step. 

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anonymous asked:

So, for MM, can I have RFA + V and Saeran sharing their first kiss with a male MC? Thanks love, I need this

My first request! Im excited!! 


*You two had been a thing for a little while now

*He was nervous about kissing you though

*He didn’t want to unleash the Beast™

*But one day he decided it was time, and took you out for a date

*You guys went to dinner, and he was unusually bashful

*After dinner, he walked you home

*He had planned to kiss you earlier, but he didn’t ever feel like the timing was perfectly right.

*Once you two were at your door, he realized he was quickly losing his chance

*And he just went for it

*Had to keep it soft and quick, in fear of unleashing the Beast™

*Now he kisses you all the time, relentlessly. He blames it on the fact that you’re so cute.


*He is so shy when it comes to affection

*You will probably have to initiate everything almost every time.

*He wants to kiss you, but he’s just so scared and shy.

*What if you don’t want to kiss him? what if you aren’t ready?

*Afterall, your relationship is kind of unclear.

*What if all this is just a misconception?

*Poor boy is paranoid

*One day you two are walking in the park, holding hands

*He gets a sudden boost of confidence and quickly kisses you on the cheek

*Poor boy regrets everything immediately 

*Until you say “You missed.”


*Blushes so hard. poor boy looks like he belongs on top of Seven’s hair

*”oh-okay.” pecks you on the lips so fast it might as well not even happened.

*Gradually gets more comfortable with initiating affection, and always pecks you e v e r y w h e r e.


*What an angel

*loves you so much

*But she’s a little shy and doesn’t want to make the first move

*But one day you come to her house to hang out

*You’ve been having a rough day and are a little down.

*Mom Jaehee™ activated.

*Makes you coffee, sits you down, and lets you vent

*After you’re done, she holds you against her chest and rubs soothing circles on your back

*She gently kisses the top of your head

*She gradually makes her way down to your lips and kisses you gently, comfortingly.

*Cuddles ensue, interrupted by gentle kisses.


*Jumin is pretty forward.

*But he wants the moment to be special

*So he makes you breakfast

*But he loses courage and backs out

*He doesn’t feel the moment is perfect enough

*He is embarrassed and nervous, so he excuses himself to clean the dishes even though he would usually have the maid do it

*You insist on helping, no matter how much he protests

*Your hands brush while you’re cleaning

*He looks at you and just goes for it

*It gets pretty passionate before he stops it, not wanting to move too fast

*Possessive Jumin activated


*He plans this whole elaborate thing

*There’s a treasure hunt involved

*You don’t know where he is

*You were only left with a clue that lead to another clue, and so on and so forth

*You didn’t reach the final destination until sunset which is what he had hoped for

*It was were you had your first date

*He was waiting there

*When you asked where the treasure was, he just kissed you

* Probably would say some corny shit like “You are my treasure, babe.”


*This precious boy probably seals his confession of love with a kiss

*You voiced your concerns of not living up to Rika

*He was so upset that you were insecure about this

*He tells you that you are so special to him

*After telling you that he loves you for the first time, he cups your cheeks and kisses you

*Such a gentle man

*Treats you like you will break


*This boy is so insecure

*He doesn’t want to hurt you and holds you at a distance

*You’ve been dating for quite some time

*He has one of his episodes and you try to calm him down

*You hold him as he breaks down and cries

*My heart hurts for this boy 

*In a moment of weakness, starved for affection and comfort, he tilts his head up and kisses you softly but desperately 

*Poor boy finally calms down and kisses you for real

*Starts out really slow and  gentle

*But as he gains confidence it gets p a s s i o n a t e

A/N~ I apologize if this is ooc and generally crappy. I will try to improve with time. Thank you for requesting!


Pairing: Archie x Reader

Request: @atomicbomblinson -Okay so idk if u do like angst make out or sm but here we go lmao. It’s an Archie x reader and they hate each other but they’re both in the gang (lol) and then one day they are arguing outside Pop’s about something and then they get really heated and Archie just kisses the reader and they get hot and heavy lol but that’s it no smut just kissing. Almost like it’s based off the song believer by Imagine Dragons.

Warnings: angst, angsty make-out, cussing.

A/N: I got kinda carried away with this, but I hope you still like it :)


Growing up on the South Side made for interesting experiences and life-stories. At first, it bothered me whenever someone from the North Side would point and say “hey, you think she’s one of THEM?”. Now, those kinds of remarks just go over my head. I may be a part of the Serpents, but at least our family has a lot less hassles than the North Siders. 

I thought that things were finally becoming normal until my Uncle introduced me to a ginger kid, named Archie. He was so eager to please the elder members and he seemed so enthusiastic and friendly. However, when it was just the two of us, he became this snarky, stuck-up guy and I’ve never appreciated being in his company. 

I was outraged when my Uncle told me that Archie would be my partner for any and every job/assignment I would have to do. 

We’ve been working together for a little over a year and when we’re out in the town, we hardly ever discuss our private lives; it’s only business. It’s obvious that he dislikes me just as much as I dislike him.

On this particular day, we were set to drop off some product at the edge of the town and in turn, collect payment and come back to the Whyte Wyrm bar. Things were going well; the product was loaded into the back of my Jeep and Archie and I left just in time to make the exchange. 

The guys we met there were smiling at Archie when we arrived. He rushed ahead of me and they did that guy thing where they shook hands and then embraced one another for half of a second.

“See you brought a cute little thing for us,” one of the men said, sneering in my direction.

I glared daggers right back at him.

Archie chuckled and said, “Hands off, guys. She’s family to our boss.”

That seemed to shut them right up. Their smirks vanished and they turned to the product. While Archie transferred the product from our vehicle to theirs, the men were counting, making sure that everything was there. Satisfied, they handed me the money and once I double checked the amount, I pocketed it and said goodbye.However, Archie was still talking to them. 

From the driver’s side, I watched as he took out a smaller package of the same product, from his jacket and handed it to them, smiling. I hoped I was seeing things wrong, but it definitely looked like he gave them extra product, free of charge.

When he got into the Jeep, I started the engine and tore off, heading back to town

.“I know them from way back.” Maybe it was my standoffish demeanor, but he started talking to fill the tension. “We were really close before your Uncle took me in.”

“And that’s how you repay my Uncle’s goodwill? You cut into his profits by giving them some free product?” My tone had a bite to it, and I knew he realized.

He remained silent a little longer. My anger was getting the better of my and I knew I shouldn’t drive like that. I saw Pop’s Diner sign and took a sharp turn into the parking lot.

“What the hell?!” Archie exclaimed once the Jeep suddenly stopped.

I parked on the darkest side of the diner; behind the kitchen and away from the windows.

“Get out,” I barked at him, exiting the vehicle myself.He did as he was told and met me on the driver’s side. 

I was fuming, completely outraged that he would betray my Uncle like that.

“Who the hell do you think you are to be giving away product just like that?” I stared up into his eyes, jabbing my finger to his chest. “That’s the same thing as stealing from the Serpents!”

“I know, but I’ve known those guys forever and they’re good customers for the Serpents, I swear!” he retorted.

“You better hope my Uncle’s in a good mood; you’re in for a hell of a beating.” I turned away from him and walked a few steps.

He followed after me and his tone changed from defending to pleading. "Can’t this just stay between us? Those guys are going to want more product and we can make that happen.“

I turned on him again. "You’re seriously asking me to betray my family? All for the sake of your safety?”

He rushed to take my hands in his. “I’m just asking you to let this play out. I’m grateful for your Uncle and what he’s done for me, and I swear it won’t happen again.”

I looked down at his hands, thinking it over. In the end, I just could not go against my loyalty. “You better explain things when we get back.”

He dropped my hands and said in a hushed tone, “You’re really just going to throw me to the dogs?”

I stared at him and my chest constricted. I’ve seen what they do to traitors and liars on the South Side. Many nights, their cries were heard from my bedroom ad no amount of pillows could drown them out. Could I really subject Archie to that kind of torment?

I sighed and said, “Fine, you owe me.”

He smirked and said, “I knew you weren’t such a bitch.”

My anger flared right back up. I stormed up to him so that there was a hair’s width between us and I yelled, “What the hell did you just call me?”

He tried to back away but I refused to let him go that easy.

“You think it’s easy being the one in charge all the time? To deal with your shitty attitude and lazy behaviour? You think I enjoy sitting next to you in that hot Jeep, listening to you breathing?!”

“What about me, huh? You think I like watching all of our contacts flirt with you just because you’re a girl?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know!” With that exclamation, he cups my face roughly and leans in. The second out lips make contact, I instinctively search for dominance. I put my anger into kissing him and I push him back so he hits the driver’s side door. I push into him and grasp his neck, pulling him in for more. 

With my other hand, I yank at the short hairs at the base of his neck and he groans into my mouth. With a sudden boost of confident, he turns the tables on me so now I’m the one with my back against the car door. His fingers loop on the belt hooks on my jeans and he pulls me towards him. I can feel him under his jeans and that makes me let out a deep guttural moan. 

His left hand moves upwards and he touches my skin under my shirt till he’s at my bra.Just as he’s about to slip his fingers under the bottom of my bra, I grab at his hair and pull his head backwards. 

He takes a few steps back to catch himself. The second his eyes open and we make eye contact, the corners of his lips turn up. We’re both surprised that we lets things get that far.

When we’ve caught out breath, I say, “if you make up the money for the free product, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Right back to business, huh?” he asks, smirking.

“It’s always business with us.” I open the door and get behind the wheel, waiting for him to get in.

The moment he sits down, I can’t help but want his hands on my body again. I glance over at him and he’s doing the same to me.

I clear my throat and start the engine, telling myself that something will happen like that again; it’s only a matter of time.  

BODY ELECTRIC VI // masterlist

A/N: I’m sorry this took quite a bit but I’ve finally come around to write it! I’m aiming to have at least two more chapters because I don’t want to make this too long. Thanks for enjoying this mini series, I appreciate it! Enjoy and feedback is welcomed :) [previous parts]

Warning: NSFW !

Word Count: 3.8K+

Rushing amongst the trees as you followed behind Kylo, you narrowed your brows. Why was he suddenly so on edge? Who did he sense out? Was it someone you knew or was it the one person you feared most–that wasn’t Kylo any longer. Trying to match Kylos pace as he had been walking a little too fast, along with the fact that his strides were triple your own, you almost walked ahead until Kylo pulled you back by the waist. “What are you-”

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Originally posted by stylesinthewild

“I’m going to lose my freaking mind.”

It’s finals week, which means that every single one of my teachers decided to assign projects, papers, and tests due on the same day, leaving me in a muddled ball of stress. Literally.

I was curled up in a ball on the floor surrounded by study guides, loose leafs, writing utensils, and textbooks when Harry cautiously stepped into the living room after a shower.

“You alright, love?”

“I’m fine, dandy, a fucking pocketful of sunshine,” I responded sarcastically. I sighed before apologizing for my snappiness.

“I–” I began as I tried to push back a sob of distress. Despite my efforts, I ended up breaking.

“It’s just–I’m only one person! I swear my teachers hate me and want me to fail! Why else would they give me all of these assignments last minute? I mean, I’m not a goddamn wizard! I can’t just get these done with a wave of my freaking wand! And Burger King ran out of mozzarella sticks! How in the hell does that happen! I wish I could die for the rest of the week and come back when this is all over!” I hiccupped. I probably looked like a whole mess right then and there, but I truly didn’t care.

Harry immediately joined me on the floor and pulled me into his lap, running his long fingers through my unruly curly hair.

“Shh, baby, you’re alright. If there’s anyone who can get through this, it’s you. You’re one of the strongest women I know, hm? One o’ the reasons why I love you. Shh, stop your crying it’s a sign of the times it’s alright, I’m here.”

We stayed like that for about five minutes when my tears stopped and my breathing stabilized.

“You alright?” Harry asked as he continued to stroke my hair. I nodded.

“I didn’t know you were so stressed, love. I’m sorry I didn’t notice before,” he said as he brushed his thumb across my tear-stained cheek.

“Don’t apologize, H, you didn’t know. It’s not your fault,” I responded. I stood up and brushed the remaining tears off my face before tying my curls into a bun on the top of my head.

“I’m better than this! Ya girl is about to pass these finals with flying colors and look cute while doing it!”

After looking slightly confused at my sudden boost of confidence, Harry leaned back against the couch before grinning up at me.

“That’s my girl.”


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What a Lovely Little Mess I’ve Made - FP Jones x Reader (Part 4)

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying my run in with FP in my mind over and over. I grabbed my bag and began digging through it to find my notebook.
I had left it in the Andrew’s Construction trailer. 
Thankfully, my mother wasn’t home, so I quickly grabbed my jacket and bounded down the front steps of my house.


Roughly fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the construction site. I doubted anyone would still be there so I simply walked in to the trailer.
Shit- where did I leave it?…” I said to myself.
“You lookin for this?” A deep voice said from behind me.
I turned around to see FP standing merely feet away from me.
“Oh- yeah sorry- for barging in- I was just… I left it here and thought it would be okay if I just came in a grabbed it.” I stuttered, pinned down by his intense stare.
“You sure you weren’t hoping to see someone here?” He asked, taking a step closer to me.
“Did you- read any of it- or-” I stumbled over my words, realizing what he meant.
“I may have skimmed over a few pages.” He smirked.
I stood frozen in fear, unable to speak. 
“So you-…” I started as a bit my lip. His intense brown eyes immediately darted to my lips.
“You’re too young to be liking an old man like me.” He said, once again, taking another step closer. 
“I know I shouldn’t, but you shouldn’t go around reading people’s private diaries.” I said with a sudden boost of confidence, looking up and him and smiling slyly.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you go talking like that to me. It’ll get you in trouble.”
My breath immediately hitched and I suddenly felt very scared again. Scared, but excited. 
He noticed, and his tongue darted across his lower lip.
He stepped closer to me, closing my in with my back against the trailer wall.
“You’re too young, but damn, are you hot.” He breathed, his face only inches from mine.

Without thinking, I leaned in and connected my lips with his. At first he did nothing, but didn’t pull away so I continued kissing him. But one moment later he was aggressively kissing me back. He whiskers scratched my face as his lips dominated mine. His hand swiftly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head while his other gripped my hip. 
I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
When he heard it, he realized what he was doing. He released his grip from my wrists and pulled away, causing me to whimper.
“Like I said- you’re too young.” He sighed.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, still in shock of what just happened. 
“I don’t want you coming back here to see me, understand?” He said, handing me my notebook.
I nodded slowly and looked at the ground.
“FP-” I protested. 
I was cut off by him planting a small kiss on my lips.
“I’ll think about it.”

As I walked out all I could think was - What a lovely little mess I’ve made…

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REQUEST: “could you write a Crutchie imagine where they both have a crush on each other and they get stuck out in the rain while selling? (you can take from there)”

SUMMARY: Crutchie and Y/N have liked each other for forever, and literally everybody knows it except them. A little rain and thunder might just change that.

A/N: guess who actually managed to write an imagine that’s only one part? (hint: it’s me) these is really cheesy and stuff but it’s cute so it’s cool. hope you enjoy !!


The newsboys of New York may not have gotten too much of an education (excluding Davey, of course), but they weren’t entirely incompetent. They weren’t complete idiots - at least not all the time. And even when they were being so idiotic it was intolerable, even they weren’t stupid enough to miss the fact that Crutchie Morris was harboring an immensely large crush on Y/N L/N.

Y/N, who was much smarter than any of the boys (except Davey again, because that boy’s intelligence seemed to have no boundaries), had absolutely no clue. The fact that Crutchie had a crush on her was something no one thought they had to tell her, since it was so obvious. It wasn’t until the day that Elmer had asked when she thought Crutchie would find the guts to ask her on a proper date after said boy had left their dinner gathering early to get some sleep that the boys realized Y/N was unfamiliar with Crutchie’s feelings.

After many denials from Y/N that Crutchie would ever like her, it was also brought to the boys’ attention that she was just as smitten as Crutchie was. And he was none the wiser. This, of course, had made the boys go wild. Their friends were head over heels for each other and didn’t even realize it. Many jokes were made, and it was innuendo-galore whenever the two were seen together, but it did no good. Both parties were set on the idea that the other didn’t like them like that, and never would. And so, after a little while, the boys gave up. They were exasperated, so they just stopped trying. If they ever figured it out, good for them, but it was no longer their job to get them together.

This proved to be surprisingly helpful, as now that they could comfortably be around each other without being teased and taunted, Crutchie and Y/N sold papers together almost every day. This was never much of an issue, and both of them were learning to live with their hidden feelings without acting on them in fear of jeopardizing their existing friendship. Except, that proved much harder for both of them on one day in particular. It had started out as a mild day, and Crutchie had predicted only a slight drizzle, but, with only one paper left to sell, it had started to suddenly downpour and the pair was forced to seek shelter. And that was how they ended up in an alleyway against a wall, under a small covering that extended from the diner they were standing beside.

“Well, that’s the last time I trust one of your forecasts,” Y/N joked, laughing softly. Her voice was quieter in the sound of the pouring rain, and the alley made it echo slightly. Crutchie gave a laugh too, smiling at her.

“Sorry, I promise next time I’ll do better.” She grinned widely at him, eyes alight with a mischievous glint. “What?” He asked self consciously. She only kept smiling before sprinting into the street. He followed after her as quick as possible with his crutch on the wet pavement.

She was in the middle of the street, spinning around and around. Her head was tilted back so the rain was falling right on her face, her mouth open to catch some of the water. She was soaked almost immediately, but she let out a yelp and continued jumping and dancing around. He watched her, laughing. Part of him wished she’d stop, because when she did things like this and looked so purely happy it was so much harder to resist just kissing her. The other part wished she’d never stop. And all of him wished he could join her without the burden of his crutch and his leg.

She came back to him slowly, giving a breathless laugh. They were both drenched, but he laughed along with her. He studied her, standing in front of him. Her hair was hanging down, her eyes and smile bright. The rain was framing her face, but then something strange happened.

The rain seemed to stop falling where she was standing. It was like she had her own personal ray of sunshine, making her look brighter than the rest of the world. Crutchie had never really admitted that his feelings for her were more than just a crush, but staring at her in the rain, he wanted nothing more than to tell her that he was inescapably in love with her.

She moved to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and held her in place.

“We left the paper in the alley,” she explained. He shook his head quickly.

“Let someone else have it.” The words came out rushed, and immediately her head was tilted in confusion.

“But, Crutchie - ”

“Do ya think,” he cut her off, “… Do ya think you might wanna - um, maybe… Well, I was just wondering - cause, ya know - if you would, well, er - I mean ya can say no, but maybe ya’d like to, um…” She gave him a weird look, completely lost in his rambling with not a single clue of what he was trying to say.

“Crutchie, you okay?” She asked gently, taking a small step towards him. It was a small distance, but she seemed much closer now, and it gave him a sudden boost of confidence.

“Y/N, ya think you’d like to go on a date? With me? We could go to the park or somethin’, I know I ain’t got much money, but - ”

“Yes,” she breathed, smiling growing by the second. He stopped talking, dumbfounded.


“I would love to go on a date with you. We don’t have to go nowhere. We can do whatever ya want. I don’t care. No money required. Just… you and me.” She was practically glowing now, and he couldn’t quite comprehend that it was because of him. He was the one who was making her smile like that, who was making her that happy. On instinct, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Her breath hitched - and he was pretty sure that was a good thing - so he leaned in.

The minute their lips met a clap of thunder shook the city. Crutchie wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it or if it was really just that perfect. Because he might not have known what a perfect kiss was supposed to feel like, but he was pretty sure this one was real damn close. Her lips were soft against his, gentle in a way. He wanted desperately to hold her close, but he was afraid to push boundaries by putting his hands on her. When they pulled away, her eyes were still closed. He watched as a grin spread across her face and eyes fluttered open.

“Whaddya say ‘bout being my goil?” He spoke suddenly, and almost regretted it until she started nodding and laughing happily. He smiled back at her, grabbing his hand in hers. Together they made the trek back to the lodge, listening to the claps of thunder and counting the seconds in between them. The rain was still coming down steadily, but they barely noticed it.

Needless to say, when they walked into the lodge completely drenched they were met with laughs and a few exclamations of relief. But then the boys noticed the smiles on the pair’s faces, and - more importantly - the fact that their hands were entwined. Instantly everyone was crowding them and asking questions. The couple blushed and stuttered while being interrogated, embarrassed to be receiving so much attention. In the middle of all the chaos, they caught each other’s eye.

She smiled. He smiled. And another clap of thunder drowned the noises around them.

And, yeah, maybe they were idiots who couldn’t see it before - but now they were looking at each other and despite the rain they were absolutely shining.

drunken kiss | finn shelby

reader kisses finn when drunk, finn rejects her, so reader goes into hiding cos of the embarrassment

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Originally posted by bonniebird

The hangover you was feeling was nothing compared to the embarrassment. After a long night of drinking, you believed it would be a good idea to try to kiss your best friend, Finn. He pushed you away, causing you to trip and fall in Tommy who ended up carrying you home. The sudden boost of confidence that you suddenly had when you was drunk always ended in disaster. It was either dancing on the tables or trying to kiss any guy in you could. The aftermath always ended up with you feeling like an idiot.  

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Could you please do Namjoon and Fluff for the 48 hour thing pls?

The only time you were ever interested in attending any sporting team events at your college was when you could stare at your insanely attractive, high school crush Namjoon. Things hadn’t really progressed between the two of you over the years of you liking him, hell you didn’t even know if he remembered you from high school let alone knew who you were. It saddened you a little bit, just being a quiet observer, supporting him on the sidelines while all these other, confident girls swooned over him. You knew you should be more confident and approach him but that just wasn’t in you. He was the tall, handsome, charming guy every girl wanted and because of that, you felt like you were just another girl to him.

He was captain of his college baseball team and he was considered one of the best players in the state. He never failed to impress you. Sitting in the stands, watching the last pitch intensely, you notice a group of girls in front of you. They were younger, probably in their first year. Picking up on their conversation you tried not to get distracted. 

“So you heard the rumours right?” 

One girl said to the group. You heard the loud ‘ping’ of the bat hitting the ball and focused back in on the game. It was an easy win as you recall hearing Namjoon say at almost every sporting presentation event. 

“Which rumours? We’re in college there’s so many.”

One of the girl’s friends laughed. 

“About Namjoon?”

Your body froze. What were they going to say? What rumours were floating around? You didn’t know. 

“I overheard one of older students telling my sister he has a stalker.”

The game was over and you just sat there, scared to move, scared to breathe. Were they talking about you? You didn’t stalk him. The only time you ever went out of your way to see him were at his games but that could easily come off as college spirit. You kept looking straight ahead, not being able to focus on anything now. 

“Does anyone know who she is?” 

You quickly looked around, and saw how empty the stands had become. It was a more convenient escape although very obvious if those girls turned around. Did they really know who you were? You quickly looked down at Namjoon and his team through the fence, regretting even coming to watch his games ever. You stood up, moving your legs as quickly as possible away from those girls and the team until you heard a loud ‘hey!’ screamed in your direction from behind your back. You stopped, not knowing what to do. These girls were so young, why were they so confident? Before turning around, you noticed his team being quiet and staring up at you and the group of girls and you cursed yourself for not running away then and there. 

As you turned around to face them, one of the girls threw an apple hard at you. luckily it hit your arm and not your head, though it still hurt. 

“Stalker trash!” 

One of them yelled though as you were about to leave, you heard another loud ‘hey!’ from the other side of the fence down on the field. You knew instantly who it was and decided to try and beat him past the gate to the exit before he could get involved. But of course he ran and beat you, meeting up with you right at the gate from the field to the stands. As you tried to walk past him, he put an arm around your stomach, forcing you to turn around and walk back with him. 

You were confused and embarrassed. You wished you could stand up for yourself but you knew anything you’d say wouldn’t help the situation. You felt unsure with him walking behind you, though when you reached the group of girls again, his voice sounded harsh.

“Why the hell did you girls do that?” 

You couldn’t even look at them you felt so pathetic. Although it was the closest you’d ever gotten to him and the contact was something you wouldn’t forget, in a non creepy way of course. The girls shied away apart from the one that threw the apple at you.

“You don’t know who she is? She’s your number one stalker! Stalkers should be reported or taken care of. You’re not safe with her around.”

“Her name is y/n. She’s not a stalker, I went to high school with her. She’s always here to support the college team when we play even though her friends can’t stand baseball, that’s why she’s always alone. I’ve never seen you girls here before. Why are you here? Do you even like baseball?” 

A sudden boost of confidence came over you for the first time in your life, and you looked up at the girls to see their expressions. It didn’t disappoint. They were shocked. They had no idea that was going to happen and neither did you. You were so happy in this moment. He actually knew who you were! You suddenly felt his hand placed on your shoulder and as you looked at the confident girl, her face began to turn red out of anger.

“We like baseball too! We’re first years so we just found out the college had a team.” 

“Are you sure you girls aren’t here to stare at all the guys on my team? like, I don’t know, some crazy stalkers?”

You watched them all get up and scurry away, a giant smile forming on your lips. You felt so happy and thankful that he did that for you. 

“Hey y/n.” 

You snapped out of your thoughts and lost all confidence quickly realising you now had to thank him and also try and explain yourself. You turned around slowly, your head hung down. As he looked over the field to see his team staring at them, he signalled for them to go. And go is what they did, just leaving the two of you in the stands. 

“Um, thank you.”

You said faintly. You heard him laugh and he sat down, pulling at your hand to sit next to him. You didn’t even want to know how red your face was right now. The situation was like a dream.

“They threw an apple at you. That’s a bit violent. I had to step in. Plus I was sick of hearing people talk about those stupid rumours. I know they’re not true of course.” 

You looked up at him and tried to smile, knowing that this was just so he could silence the crap floating around college. 

“I’m really thankful, but you didn’t have too. I didn’t even know you knew who I was.”

He laughed a little and that’s when you realised he was still holding onto your hand lightly. What was he thinking?

“Of course I remember you. We were paired up in 8th grade for our music class assignment and neither of us knew how to play an instrument, so you sung and I rapped, and we failed awesomely. It was one of the best memories I had in high school.”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter after hearing that. You had almost forgotten about that memory. Although you never both considered yourselves friends, that was the memory that made you stress free right now. At least he didn’t know you as everyone else clearly did. 

“I remember that now. It was honestly the best thing I’d ever done that was outside my comfort zone.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t remember you. You’re always at our games too which I think is cute. You’ve clearly got spirit for baseball.”

You felt embarrassed again. Shrugging and looking away from him. 

“I blame my dad, he loves it. I just got into a habit of coming to watch them. Plus you’re a really amazing player.”

“Ah so you do come to watch me.”

He said jokingly and you rolled your eyes. 

“Actually, the team and I usually head to the diner nearby after every game and grab some food, I wanted to see if you’d come along?” 

You were shocked at his invitation.

“Oh, really? Isn’t it a special thing you guys do though? as, guys? I don’t want to intrude on a special, thing.”

“Relax, it’s just food. They won’t mind. Some of the guys usually bring their girlfriends anyway.” 

You smiled and decided to go with him. Who knows, maybe this was going to be the start of something really amazing.

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Sorry anon I just ended up writing a semi short story but my mind went wild and I really wanted to write this kind of scenario! I hope you enjoyed it! And to all my other anon and tumblr follower requests I am working on them! I love you all! MWAH xx