thank god i cleaned the mirror


This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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Slow Burn - Part 1

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily stroll over to your front door and pull it open, “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You greet dryly.

Your best friend Justin is planted in front of you with raised eyebrows, “Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You fake innocence as he invites himself into your home. “Oh please do come in!”

Justin shoots you a bitch face and shuffles into the kitchen, “I was hoping you’d be all ready and excited for your date. But I forgot who I was dealing with.” 

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“Loser gets their tongue pierced.” (Ethan)

Requested by anonymous: “Can I get an Ethan imagine from the new video where he’s too scared to get his tongue pierced so you agree to get it done with him? Grayson films it and you basically act like it’s nothing at all and it freaks Ethan out, like him watching you get it done before him scares him”


“Loser has to get their tongue pierced!” The twins cheered as they were explaining their video. You were at their warehouse, helping them film, and you couldn’t believe that they were actually filming this. 

“That’s one for me.” Grayson said as he pulled a cherry stem out of his mouth, successfully tying it in a knot. “If I win the next round that means I don’t have get my tongue pierced.”

“I really don’t wanna lose, oh my gosh.” Ethan sighed.

Their next challenge was licking and sealing envelopes, which Ethan also lost.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, “this is unreal.” 

“YES! I am not getting my tongue pierced.” Grayson cheered.

“Ugh.” Ethan sighed. You turned off the cameras in the warehouse and headed off to the tattoo shop to get Ethan’s new piercing.

“I can’t believe you have to do this.” You said to Ethan as you waited in the lobby to be called up.

“I’m so nervous. I’m so shaky, my heart is literally about to about to beat out of my chest.” Ethan said. Just then, the piercer came out and said he was ready.

“Alright, are you ready?” The guy asked Ethan.

“No. Not at all. Just, give me a minute.” Ethan sighed. You were standing next to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tight, resting his head on your stomach.

“Ethan, everything’s gonna be fine.” You said, running your fingers through his hair.

“Do it with me.” He blurted out.


“Get your tongue pierced.” 

“How the hell did I get dragged into this?” You asked.

“Oh man, this is gonna be great.” Grayson said from behind the camera.

“Please? It’ll give me some time to calm down. And if you can do it, then so can I.” Ethan pleaded.

“Ugh, fine.” You said. You filled out the necessary paperwork and took Ethan’s place in the chair.

The piecer cleaned your mouth and dotted the spot on your tongue where the piercing would go.

“Alright, take a deep breath in, and on the count of three, let it out. 1, 2, 3.” He said. As you we’re exhaling, he pushed the needle through your tongue and stuck the piercing in. You looked over at the twins, Ethan standing behind Grayson, covering his eyes, but peeking through the spaces between his fingers, Grayson just laughing as he was filming.

“Ethan, stop being a baby.” Grayson laughed as he pointed the camera towards him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t watch my girlfriend get hurt.” He said, completely covering his eyes.

“You literally made me do this.” You said, barely intelligible, since you had your tongue hanging out of your mouth.

“Alright, just let me screw on the top ball, and you’re good to go.” The piercer said as he finished up. “What do you think?” He asked, handing you a mirror.

“I think it looks good. E, that wasn’t that bad. Just think of it like getting your cartilage done again.” You said to Ethan as he walked over to you.

“Uh, that’s not something I wanna go through again.” He said as he sat down in the chair, taking your hand in his. 

The piercer went through the same process of cleaning Ethan’s mouth, telling him to breathe in and out as the needle went through.

“Ethan, you’re breaking my hand.” You whined as his grip on your hand tightened as the needle went through his tongue. He let go and you massaged it a bit.

“Alright, you’re all done.” The pierced said, taking his gloves off.

“Oh thank god.” He said as he stood up from the chair. He walked over to the larger mirror and stuck his tongue out, admiring his new piercing.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“No. But I think you going before me did help calm me down, a lot. So thank you.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.” You laughed. After you paid, you stood outside and filmed the outro for the video.

“Ethan actually just got his tongue pierced for a video.” Grayson laughed.

“That was the craziest shit you’ve ever made me do, bro.” Ethan said.

“Guys, thumbs up for Ethan’s tongue,” 

“And give it a thumbs up for (Y/N), for being less of a baby than me and getting her tongue pierced with me. She’s the best and I love her.” Ethan said. You made a kissy face at Ethan and smiled.

“Yeah, she is pretty cool.” Grayson laughed. They finished up their outro and you turned off the camera.

“I still can’t believe this is real and actually happened.” Ethan said, taking his phone out of his pocket and sticking his tongue out in the reflection.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look hot with it.” You smirked, leaning up to kiss him.

“That makes me feel a ton better.” He laughed, kissing you again.

CSBB: I Thee Wed (14/16)

Once upon a time, Princess Emma and Lieutenant Killian Jones stole away into the dark of the night to elope. In the morning light, however, they must face the repercussions of their actions before they can live their “happily ever after.” This is where their story begins…

M (Mild smut)

Other Pairings: Snowing

Author’s Note: 
Just two more chapters left! The theme of this chapter is “brotherly love”. Thank you for reading my contribution to the @captainswanbigbang This story wouldn’t be half as readable without the lovely beta work of @wexyuk . Special shoutout to my artists who also served as secondary readers, @piratesrumforswan , and @just-be-magnificent .

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Chapter 14

“It’s going to be fine, Emma.”

“I know that,” she replied, pressing her lips together tightly. Her father and Killian’s conversation, whatever it was about, would go well. 

She hoped.

Her father and her husband hadn’t actually spent time alone one-on-one since the wedding. That was almost by design, a concerted effort on her part to prevent any situations resembling the moment she stumbled upon them at the castle, her father attempting to buy off Killian, encouraging him to leave her. Her actions may be cowardly on her part, but she believed them necessary to ensure her happiness through the wedding.

The whole situation was exhausting. Between secretly attempting to mend Liam’s relationship with Killian, skirting around her own father’s lack of approval, and planning the entire second wedding, Emma had little time to think.

“Isn’t this relaxing?” Leo had asked when they first took off on their ride, shortly after her father and Killian had disappeared from view. Relaxing had been one word for it, though she quickly came to believe that Leo had an ulterior motive for her keeping her away, no matter how much he denied it. “Father was making use of my plans. I am not a pawn!”


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“so you wouldn’t punch me if i kissed you?” ft. brian kang

pairing: brian x reader

genre: fluff

ding dong

that was the sound of heaven, coming to save you from your impending doom of hunger. you got up from your seat and quickly rushed to the door, as you wondered; am I looking forward to the take-out or am I looking forward to seeing him?

you cast a quick glance at the mirror, thanking the Gods that your hair wasn’t a mess today and your face was decently clean. you composed yourself, breathing in and out, trying to keep your cool before reaching out to your door’s handle and swinging it open.

“hi, brian,” you greeted the very familiar face, the ends of your mouth curling into a smile.

he flashed you his pearly whites, greeting you like how he always does. “hello,” he said, before pausing to take out the box of Chinese take-out you ordered out of his delivery bag.

“wanton noodles again?” he chuckled. he has been your delivery man since the first time you ordered Chinese take-out, and it has always made you think whether it was fate or simply mere coincidence. it was probably the latter. if it was fate, you didn’t appreciate the fact that the Gods are really toying with your feelings.

“whoops,” you rubbed your nape, a sheepish smile spread across your face. “I should really try other things on the menu,”

he let out a small laugh, that made your heart do flips, before handing you your Chinese take-out box. you noticed he seemed happier these days, and you were glad.

there were times in the past, when he brought your food, a gloomy look was casted on his face. he had tried to smile, but you could see in his eyes how exhausted and drained he was. and so, you invited him in for a cup of tea, to warm him up on those lonely nights.

he was surprisingly a funny person, you could say. he talked about his dreams; of completing college and making it big in the music industry. he was already in a band, with 4 other guys who were delivery men too, whom you’ve heard many stories about. it made you feel like you knew them, yet you’ve never met them.

you still remember those stressed out nights, when you were frustrated with the fact that no matter how much you studied, your results were constantly shitty. brian was the one who brought light into your darkness, by pasting a post-it note on your take-out box. he had given you 5 post-it notes so far, of course, you treasured them and kept them in your little black box called ‘unforgettable tokens from brian’, with a small little heart shape drawn next to it.

the sound of brian’s motorbike going off, snapped you back into reality. you found it funny, really, how you were romanticizing your past with a delivery man. you were sad to bid him goodbye, unwilling to see him go. you’ve been wanting to ask him out for weeks, even months, but you considered the endless possibilities of whether he had a girlfriend, and made do with the fact that you were contented with him being just your delivery man. NOT.

it seemed that luck was on your side today, maybe not on brian’s but flowers were starting to bloom in your favor.

“damn it,” he cursed, for the fact that his trusty ol’ motorbike was having some issues. after trying to ignite it multiple times, he gave up.

it was a cool autumn night, with the wind rustling the yellowish-brown leaves of the trees. he leaned on his bike, before fishing out his phone from his delivery bag.

“sungjin hyung, she went off again. yes I know, I know, you’re right. I will get it fixed soon. ya mind asking jae to come pick me up from wherever he is?”

he was blessed with a ‘yes’ from jae and ended his call.. you took this very rare opportunity to invite him in once again.

“yknow brian, you could come in and wait,” you pushed the door open further, in hopes that he would agree so you could finally spend time together.

“you sure I ain’t bothering you?” he asked, before pulling his hat off his head to reveal his newly trimmed black hair. it was disheveled, yet you found it extremely cute and extremely brian.

you shook your head voluntarily, trying to contain the happiness you were feeling that was starting to make you giddy. “nope, nope not at all brian!”

he grinned, before taking off his shoes and stepping in your homey place of residence. he sat on your carpeted floor, as he tried to fold his legs into a comfortable position.

“coffee or tea?”

“coffee please!” he replied, his eyes wandering to the four walls of your house that was decorated with pretty images of you and your loved ones. he noticed how you had postcards from the places you had visited pasted in such a creative manner and was in awe. he had also observed your snow-globe collection, and the small little garden of succulents you had hanging by the window. without any words, he was starting to find out more about you, in which filled his heart with glee.

“damn, you visited Africa before?” he questioned, trying to fill in the empty silence that had overcome the two of you.

your head popped from the kitchen, “yes and oh my god, the lions I saw were really cute!”

coffee was ready to go, out from your espresso coffee machine. you picked up the cups by it’s saucer before making your way to the living room, trying your best not to spill any coffee on your newly furbished floor.

brian saw how much you were struggling and let out a small laugh, before proceeding to rush to your side and helping you. “you could asked for help, yknow.”

“I know, brian, but I was trying to be a nice host and I almost made it!!”

he sniggered, “oh please, I could literally see your hands shaking under the weight of those filled cups,”

laughter rang through his ears as you admitted your defeat, “I’ve been caught,”

conversations between brian and you flowed smoothly all night, much to your surprise. there was always something new to talk about with him, from favorite cartoon shows to your fondest childhood memory.

however, you noticed it was getting pretty late, “brian, where’s jae?”

panic crossed his face, as he started clearing his throat awkwardly.

“okay, so the thing is, y-you know how my bike broke down earlier tonight? and how I called sungjin to ask jae to pick me up and ,” he started rambling on. he noticed the puzzled expression on your face, realizing that he had to stop beating around the bush. “bASIcally, it was fake. it was all planned. I just had to uHhhh come up with an excuse to hang out with you,”

you blinked. what?

looking at your stoic expression, he started to freak out, “are you mad? please don’t be mad, I’m s- damn you, jae!” he started to babble once more, till you laughed.

“wait,” he stopped, “so you’re not mad?”

you were cackling at how cute he was, which made your insides flutter. with furrowed eyebrows, he was trying to register the confusing expression you had. his gaze on you was so intense that you started to feel hot, your cheeks becoming pigmented with a tint of red.

“no, no, not at all, brian! I wanted the same thing,” you beamed.

“so you wouldn’t punch me if I kissed you?”

Today I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I’m starting my 4 day break from the ICU, after working 6 of the last 8 days. I drug myself down the stairs and starting cleaning house as I normally do on my days off. I glanced at myself in the mirror at the bottom of my stair case. Horror. My face blatantly shows the pure exhaustion that I feel, and my hair looks a complete mess. “Thank god I’m off work today and my patients won’t have to see this worn out version of myself” is my first thought.

People who aren’t nurses always tell me, “You only work three days a week? Wow! That must be great. I wish I had your schedule!” ..Only three days a week? ONLY!? I wake up at 4:30AM, shake off my fatigue, drive an hour to work, and then begin my scheduled 12 hour shift. 12 often turns into 13 hours or even more depending on the patient load and if I were able to keep up with my charting. When I’m done and finally clock out, I drive home arriving around 8PM, where I strip out of my scrubs and collapse onto the couch where I snuggle my cats and tell my husband about my day until I pass out from exhaustion. I slip upstairs to bed, to the disbelief of my husband that I could possibly be so tired, and I set my alarm and prepare for my next shift.

ONLY 36 hours a week. But does anyone who’s not a nurse know what those 36 hours consist of? Juggling all my nursing tasks for each individual patient while also trying to communicate with the doctors, pharmacists, respiratory therapists, PT, OT, social work, our aides, the patients themselves, and their families?! Yes, that’s right, I communicate with all of these people on a daily basis. I am personal coordinator for my patients. I am their voice, their advocate. I must be aware of my patients needs at all times. Room 101 is going up stairs to cath lab at 0900. 102 wants their pain medicine at 0915. 103 needs to be turned at 0930. Got it. My mental check list is a never ending dynamic that I must prioritize and rearrange constantly.

My job is scary. Always thinking, always analyzing, ALWAYS aware of my actions. I could cause a patient to lose their life if I am not critically thinking about everything that I do and every medication that I give. Is this dosage appropriate, does this patient need this medication? It is all my responsibility to keep the patient safe.

Even when I am doing everything that I can it isn’t always enough. I’ve had family members displeased that I took a little longer to answer a call light. I’m sorry that I couldn’t get you a coke right away, I was busy titrating a lifesaving medication in the room right next to yours. I have been asked by a family member if I were qualified to even be a nurse, surely I was too young for that. I have been told that I am too weak to help lift a patient when in reality I can lift more weight that I weigh. Nursing is hard. I take all these comments and offer a kind response to remain professional even though it can make me feel really small at times. Not feeling appreciated is hard when all I am trying to do is help.

I have been there when a patient said their lasts words before being intubated and never being able to come off of the vent. I have been there as a patient has taken their last breaths on the earth. I have been there when a patient has decided that their body can no longer fight, and they would like to receive comfort care. I have provided comfort care as family members are silent, with tears streaming down their faces, as I turn the lifeless body of their once resilient family member. I have been there when a doctor has told a healthy, active patient in front of their spouse that they have stage 4 cancer, and will not survive. I have stood and held my tears to remain strong for family members who have had their hearts shattered by the news that their loved ones will not be coming home again. I have sobbed on my way home from work because my heart is shattered too. I am so sorry that you have to go through these things. I am so sorry that your loved one has cancer. I am so sorry that myself and the doctors couldn’t get your loved one to wake back up after being sedated on the ventilator. Nursing is hard. I am human. I care about my patients. How could I not? My heart breaks along with my patients and their family members. Then I go home and try to pretend that I have not been broken during my shift. I don’t want to burden my husband with my sadness, and I need to pull it together so I can go back to work in the morning and do it again.

So how do I do it? How do all nurses do it? How do we manage ONLY 36 hours a week? Because nursing is beautiful. I have been there as a scared patient on a ventilator has woken up so I held her hand and told her that everything would be okay. She could not speak as she had a lifesaving breathing tube down her throat. Somehow she managed to grasp a pen with her weak hands and wrote “I love you guys.” My heart exploded with joy. I have provided comfort to someone when they were far from comfortable. I have been there when a patient has come off of a ventilator after being on it for a week, and watched as they cried and said they were so happy to be alive. I helped bring that person relief. I have bought lip gloss for an elderly patient whose son forgot to bring in her lipstick. The smile on her done up face was priceless as she put on the lip gloss to complete her look. I have made a patient genuinely happy even though she is sick and in the critical care unit. I have been there providing comfort care to a dying loved one and family members have hugged me and thanked me for being the angel that their family member needs. Nursing is beautiful. Life is beautiful. I watch lives change, I watched lives end, and I watch lives get a second chance because of the care and medicine that I have provided.

Nursing is hard. Nursing is stressful. Nursing is exhausting. It drains me both physically and mentally. I come home tired, sweaty, and defeated. Not all days are good days. Nursing is not all sunshine and rainbows. But nursing is my life. I dedicate my life to saving the lives of others. Those break through moments when a patient miraculously recovers, when a patient holds your hand and tells you how thankful that they are for you, and the moments when myself and a patient can share in a good laugh. The feeling of pride I feel when my patient came in on a ventilator but walks out at discharge, makes it all worth it. All the wonderful, precious moments are why I love nursing. The great moments are what get myself and my coworkers through the long, difficult 12 hour shifts. Thank god for fantastic coworkers. My coworkers are like my family. I know that they understand the mental turmoil that I go through after a hard day. Only nurses understand truly what nurses go through.

So the next time that you want to tell a nurse that it must be great to work ONLY 36 hours a week, please be mindful of what those 36 hours are like. Give a nurse a hug today, and be thankful that we continue to do what we do, and don’t judge us when we drink a little extra wine. If it were easy, everyone would do it.

the exhausted,
but still smiling ICU nurse.

—  Kelsey Van Fleet, via Facebook

Having the kind of stupid day where I can only concentrate for ten minutes at a time, which means it has taken me HOURS to do what should’ve been a relatively simple task (and I am NOT DONE) ((But thank God for working at home on my own schedule because days like this I would look like a crap employee if I were in an office.))

On the other hand, I have also:

  • Done all my laundry
  • Hung up a mirror I bought months ago (!)
  • Hung up picture frames I’ve had even longer (!!)
  • Dusted
  • Half-organized my desk
  • Half-cleaned the bathroom
  • Tidied the living room
  • Started a ficlet
  • Felt sorry for myself
  • Put myself on a bit of a news hiatus because my brain’s all messed up
  • Sewed a cover-thing for the back of the chair so the cat can sit on it

That’s a… weirdly productive day, but I still gotta finish this ONE THING before the evening’s over. So. Gotta concentrate. For at least an hour. Ugh. Okay.

Only yours - Nash Grier Imagine (smut)


[Y/N - ‘your name’]


I’m getting dressed to go to a party with some of my friends and my boyfriend Nash Grier. The only reason we were even invited to Bethany’s house party, was due to Nash being the schools best quarter-back.

“Y/n are you finished yet? We have to go in like five minutes!” Rachel (A/n: I decided to name some people so it’s not too confusing) called from downstairs.

“I am ready I just need to make sure I look good tonight, I want Nash to think I look sexy, not cute and innocent like always!” I yelled back at her so she could hear.

“Jeez I’m not deaf, I’m outside your room right now, there’s no need to yell.”

“Whoops, sorry, and come in I need you to tell me if I look good or not.”

Rachel opened the door, only to stare at you in shock.

“What? Is the dress too much? Should I change into something not so risqué?” I was freaking out thinking all the bad possibilities. What if I don’t look good? What if it’s all too much?

“No, no, it’s just-” she took a second to look me up and down, noticing my tight mid-thigh red dress stuck to me like a second skin (and made my ass look good, if I do say so myself) and the long sleeves made it look better as it was a low-cut dress, my black pumps made me taller almost the same height as Nash himself, “-you look hot. God you clean up nice! You look hot in that dress and those heels, don’t get me started on the heels!” She clapped her hands like a child on Christmas.

“Why thank you, didn’t think someone seeming to be as innocent as me could look this good, right?” We giggled and looked in the mirror for a final check up.

I put my hair out and curled it into loose curls. I put the last touches of my makeup as I did a smokey eye, with a subtle eyeliner and put on some nude pink colouring lip balm to finish off the look.

*ding dong*

“Okay the boys are here, how do I look?” My best friend asked as a nervous expression took over her natural features.

“You look hot, trust me, Cameron’s going to be blown away!” She gave me a nervous smile as we descended down the stairs.

Once we reached the door we both looked over at each other. I gave her a reassuring thumbs up. She opened the door to reveal a handsome Nash Grier wearing a black long sleeved top with a silver long necklace handing loosely around his neck, black skinny jeans with cuts on the knees and black vans, his hair looking naturally perfect, way better than mine to be honest. And a bad-ass looking Cameron sporting a black denim-like vest, a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans with a cut in one knee and black vans also.

“Hello ladies, my you do look ravishing!” Cameron exclaimed with a bad British accent. Whilst Nash couldn’t get his eyes of me, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wandering my body, looking me up and down. Cameron, noticing Nash’s quietness, nudged his friend back into reality.

“Wha-uh y/n you look-”, his eyes checking me out intensely, “-beautiful as always.” I blushed at his stuttering and walked outside, closing the door behind me.

“Why thank you Hamilton, you do look very good if I do say so myself,” I whispered into his ear as we made our way to Cameron’s car.

“The dress may look hot, but it’ll look stunning laying on the floor,” I whacked his arm causing him to chuckle. I blushed a deep crimson and hid my face behind my hair.

Once we made it to the party, all we could see were sweaty bodies grinding everywhere. Cameron and Rachel took off to get drinks leaving Nash and I in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully there was no awkward bodies rubbing against us.

I turned around and found Johnson making out with his girlfriend and Gilinsky taking shots. Rachel and Cameron were grinding on the far side of the house and Shawn leading his girlfriend upstairs with a devilish grin. Jacob and Bea were taking body shots and Aaron, Taylor and Matthew were in the pool outside. The others engaging themselves into any other activities they could find.

“So y/n, what’d you say we take a couple of shots and then make our way over to the dance floor huh?” I nodded letting Nash lead me over to where Gilinsky was filling up three shot glasses with what I presume to be, Vodka.

“Oi, Jack! Two shots here!” Nash yelled over the loud boom of the bass. Jack simply nodded and filled up two shot glasses and placed then right in front of us.

“There you go, don’t drink to much I may have put a little something in there for you two, aka my not-so-special mix of sprite, tequila and vodka!” Jack winked at me making me blush and Nash to clench his fists.

“Okay, come on Nash, on the count of three. One, two-” I looked over at Nash to see he was looking straight back at me, “-three,” we downed the shots, but I won due to me being able to unhinge by jaw like a snake (A/N if you get that reference I love you).

“Do you need a sippy cup Nashly?” I joked as he started dribbling the vodka due to him laughing too hard.

“Hilarious!” He shouted causing me to laugh. Nash just stared at me, smiling and grabbed my hand, leading me to the dance floor.

I started to dance to the beat of the music. But then it just turned to me grinding on Nash, whilst he held my hips.

“Oh god, y/n what you do to me,” Nash whispered in my ear as a low groan escaped him.

“I have no idea what your talking about,” I whispered back innocently. We were dancing for about five minutes, until Nash had to use the bathroom. I didn’t mind because I found Rachel and Cameron and started dancing with them. I was swaying my hips freely until I felt two hands touch my waist, but I knew for a fact they weren’t Nash’s.

I quickly spun around to be face to face with a drunk Gilinsky.

“Okay now Jack, why don’t you go sit over there and make out with Sadie instead?” I asked calmly. I didn’t want Nash to see, he seems to get really jealous and protective around me.

“No! I want to dance with you, cause you look hot!” He slurred his words making me laugh as he almost fell over saying the word hot.

“Oh come on now Jack, you don’t want to dance with me, look Sadie is telling you to come over to her!” I pointed at her, standing only a few feet away making eye-contact with Jack smiling widely.

“O-kay! Bye bye y/n!” He waved at me like a little kid and I couldn’t help myself giggle at the cuteness of it.

I turned around only to bump into a hard chest. I looked up, only to be face to face with Nash. He was red faced and had his hands balled up into fists by his side. His beautiful blue eyes, almost black in colour, staring intensely down at me.

“What were you doing with Jack? Did he touch you? Huh?” I smirked, jealous Nash is my favourite.

“We just danced that’s all,” I whispered into his ear so he could hear me better.

Nash roughly grabbed my hand and lead me to a vacant room upstairs.

I closed the door and had my back facing Nash.

“No one else gets to touch you like I do, you got that?” I nodded my head closing my eyes at his close proximity of my back. His warm breath fanning over my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.

Nash abruptly turning me around and slammed me against the wall, causing me to let out a loud gasp. His lips were on mine in a instant. My hands found there way into his hair, pulling at the brown roots, earning a moan from him. His large hand lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, his hands making there way to my ass, squeezing it. His tongue traced my bottom lips, asking me for entrance, I denied only for him to grab my ass harder causing me to gasp, letting his tongue in. His tongue exploring my mouth and meeting mine.

His mouth made its way to my jaw and neck sucking harshly at the skin, obviously leaving a rather large hickey.

He pulled me closer to him and found his way to the bed, tossing me carelessly on to it. His whole body hovered over me, he took off his top, throwing it away, showcasing his toned abs. My hands felt all the way up then ‘til they reached his head, yanking his head to reconnect his lips to mine. His mouth went back to my neck. He began leaving hungry trails of love bites from the top of my neck to my collarbones. He tugged at the bottom of my dress.

“This has to go,” he said in-between kisses. I lifted my self off the bed slightly giving him the chance to pull the dress over my head and throw across the room.

“Told you you’ll look better without it,” I smirked as his eyes widened at my matching white lace underwear. He looked back into my eyes and I saw the were a deep shade of blue. His hand made its way to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing the material on top of the dress.

His mouth began greedily sucking on my left breast and his right hand roughly massaging the other. My head shot back and my hands pulling more at the long hair. His mouth wandered from my cleavage to my stomach, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses. He reached the hem of my panties and looked back up at me, his eyes connecting with my own lust-filled ones. He took the white lace off, with his mouth. I moaned loudly at the erotic sight. Nash slowly licked a line from my entrance, right to my clit, flicking his tongue slightly, making me squirm underneath his teasing.

“Nash,” I moaned dragging out his name, “please.”

No more words were ushered as his mouth made its way onto my heat sucking and nibbling harshly. His tongue flicked my clit repeatedly causing my hips to buck up. A strong arm was placed on my hips to keep me still. I looked down only to see his blue eyes peaking up from behind my heat. I almost came at the sight. Suddenly his tongue made its way into my entrance, as his fingers began rubbing me. His tongue was darting in and out, his fingers rubbing faster. I moaned loudly. My orgasm approaching.

“N-Nash, I’m gonna c-cum!” I screamed the pleasure was overwhelming.

His tongue and fingers left me. My head shot up at him.

“Why’d you stop!?” I glared at him, he just chuckled.

“I was just warming you up, baby girl,” he ripped open a condom and put it on.

“Warming up for wha-” I was cut of as his dick slammed into me making me scream in pain and pleasure. No matter how many times we’d have sex, I’d never get used to his size. His head thrown back. A thin layer of sweat already forming.

“You’re so tight, baby girl! Who makes you feel this way? Huh? Say it, who?”

“Y-you do Nash!” I moaned the pleasure overwhelming.

“I want you to scream it baby girl. Whose cock makes you feel this good? Whose dick pumping in and out of you makes you moan loudly? Huh? Who’s tongue can make you cum in seconds? Who can give you the best orgasm of your life? Scream it baby girl!”

“NASH!” I screamed as my orgasm took over me and I came on his dick.

“F-fuck y/n!” He moaned my name as he came. We rode out each other’s climaxes.

Nash took off the condom throwing it away in the bin and collapsing next to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him causing us to be spooning position. I giggled as he started kissing my neck softly, making me squirm in his arms.

“You’re mine, and only mine,” he breathed into my ear.

“Only yours.”

A/N: well that was a roller coaster, I thought I’d give you guys a small taste of my smut writing skills. If you want to see more smuts, just send request for them

I Won’t let you.

Pairing : Benny x reader
Words :1,992
Warning : Reader gets turned.

Part 1 of 2

I thought my day couldn’t get any worse. Man was I wrong.

Work sucked. My boss was a pig, so I quit.

Got home early, to find my wonderful boyfriend with my supposed best friend. Great.

I angry drove until my car broke down. Because why not?

I had no idea where I was, or how I would get back home. Or even if I had a home to go back to. So, I had walked around this little southern town until I found a bar. It was practically in the middle of nowhere outside of town. And if I’m going to be honest, I went in because the bartender was hot.

How did my day get worse you ask? Simple. A brawl broke out, I think. Honestly, I have no idea what happened. All hell broke loose, and I went down like a sack of potatoes. When I woke up, There were bodies and blood everywhere. I groaned trying to move, but everything hurt.

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Chloé vs Adrien! Fight! Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4Ao3

Summary: Chloé and Adrien compete for Ladybug’s affection.

Chapter 4: Chloé and Adrien have a Talk.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

No matter what the emphasis, Chloé still couldn’t believe it. But the proof was right in front of her. One second Chat Noir was there and then the next it was Adrien.

She shrieked. That was the only reasonable response to discovering that your best friend was a superhero.

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Feel Better Soon

Characters: Steve/You

Description: Hi! Could you do a Steve x Reader where she is really sick and calls him because she’s burning up and he has to help her in the shower and it’s just really awkward but fluffy and sweet and he’s really protective and it ends in snuggling and fluff? Thank you so much. I’m so sick right now. It would be such a pick me up :) -throwing up yet still surfing tumblr 😂 (requested by anon)

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry you’re not feeling the greatest; being sick sucks. I just realized that I’ve only written one Cap imagine, so I decided to give him some love right now by writing this imagine :)

“I feel terrible,” you grumbled to Natasha over the phone, flopping onto the couch. You had stayed home from work that day, too sick to go in.

“Do you think it’s anything serious?” she wondered. You could hear a car engine in the background, so you assumed that she was on her way home.

“Probably not,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “I’m willing to bet that it’s just a cold or something simple that that.”

“Well, at least it should pass quickly, then,” Natasha noted. She then said, “Cap seemed pretty worried about you today.”

“Really?” you asked, smiling. “I didn’t think that he knew I was sick.”

“y/n, if you don’t show up for work, you’re probably sick,” she teased you before continuing, “I think he said something about visiting you and seeing if you needed anything.”

“Oh God, I hope not,” you mumbled, sighing heavily. “I look like a mess right now.”

“Well, you better get off the phone with me, then, and start cleaning yourself up.”

“Okay, thanks Natasha,” you chuckled, standing back up again. You got a sudden head rush, and you clung to the table next to you while you waited for your vision to return to normal.

“No problem, y/n. Feel better soon!”

You hung up the phone and walked to your room, staring at your reflection in the mirror and groaning loudly. Your hair was an absolute mess, and you probably stank due to how often you had been getting sick.

Maybe I can slip into the shower really quick, you thought, thinking that this would clean you up more. Your thoughts were interrupted, however, by a knock on your front door.

“Seriously?” you mumbled to yourself, running a brush through your hair a few times before jogging to the door. You opened it, and sure enough, there stood Steve.

“Hey Steve. Come on in,” you said, moving to the side to allow him inside.

“How are you?” he asked while you closed the door behind him.

“I’m…I’m okay. I’ve been better obviously, but it’s not like I’m dying or anything,” you answered, choosing your words wisely. You didn’t want him to worry if there was nothing seriously wrong with you.

“Well, do you need anything?” he wondered. “I could go out and get you some soup or whatever you feel like eating.”

“No, I think I’m fine. I was just about to go take a shower…” you trailed off, wanting so badly to clean yourself up. 

“Oh, sure,” Steve nodded. “If you want me to, I can just wait here…”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you smiled, grateful that he was willing to wait for you. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

“Take your time,” he assured you, smiling. 

“Thanks,” you grinned, making your way to the bathroom. You turned on the water, as it would warm up while you took your clothes off.

As you were peeling off your shirt, another wave of nausea hit you. You groaned loudly, falling to your knees.

“y/n?” you heard from outside the bathroom door. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you called out. “I’m just…a little nauseous, that’s all.”

“ you need help?” Steve asked, and your face immediately reddened.

“Um, no, I don’t think so,” you tried to say back, but in your shock, you couldn’t get any words out.

“y/n, I’m coming in,” he said as the door slowly opened. Luckily you still had your underwear and shirt on, so he wouldn’t be seeing too much of you.

“Steve, honestly, I’m fine,” you tried to convince him. But he didn’t seem to want to hear what you were saying. He helped you off the ground before instructing you to take your clothes off.

“Dude, no!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening. You weren’t super insecure with your body, but you still weren’t comfortable with him seeing you naked.

“I’ll turn around,” he assured you. “Just let me help.”

Sighing, you agreed. You stripped yourself of your clothes and said, “I’m done, but don’t turn around. I’ll get in the shower, and if I need you to physically help me, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay,” he agreed, standing there while you got into the shower. When he saw that you were in there safely, he left the bathroom, telling you to call if you needed anything.

Your face still burning from embarrassment, you began your shower.

Once you had gotten out and were dressed, you went into the Living Room and say Steve sitting on the couch, reading a book that was sitting on your coffee table.

“Hey,” you said, announcing your presence.

“Hi,” he replied, putting the book down. “Do you feel any better?”

“A little,” you admitted. “The warm water probably helped some.”

“That’s good,” Steve nodded. Neither of you said anything for a moment or two, until he broke the silence by saying, “Do you need me to do anything else for you?”

You thought for a moment until a thought popped into your mind. You had liked Steve for some time now, and this would be the perfect opportunity to take advantage of that.

“Snuggle with me?” you asked, holding your arms out in front of you.

It was Steve’s turn to be embarrassed as his cheeks flushed with a reddish color. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” you giggled, sitting next to him on the couch. “Please?”

“Well, anything to make you feel better,” he chuckled, laying down and pulling you down next to him. He wrapped his arms around you from behind you, burying his face into the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” you sighed happily, smiling and shifting around a bit to get more comfortable.

“Of course,” Steve murmured. “Feel better soon.”


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Sam Wilkinson Smut– Mac Miller concert

“Son of a bitch, you better not back out again.” My friend whined as I swallowed Xanax.

“I won’t; I promise. I’m just nervous, s’all.” I shakily smiled to her. I’m not a big fan of crowds– or people for that matter, but, I got my best friend Quinn tickets for her favorite rapper, Mac Miller, who happened to be performing in a few towns over. She squealed excitedly as we climbed into my Buick Enclave and hit the road.

“Who’s opening again?” She asked.

“His name is Sam or something. He’s pretty cute, I looked him up on twitter the other day.” I said, plopping a grape into my mouth. We pulled up to the venue sooner than expected, and if anything, my nerves have gotten worse. We got in line and in quite quickly, going into the personal box seats, being greeted with two leather love seats, a mini bar and a snack bar. She looked at me and squealed once more, before jumping on me and hugging me.

“I love you so much, thank you.” She said, before kissing me on the cheek and getting back into her seat. A cute and familiar looking guy came into our section, standing in-between our seats.

“You two ladies ready for an awesome show?” He said. Quinn looked at me confusedly before looking at him, smiling and nodding.

“Great, enjoy the show beautiful.” He said with a wide white smile, his hand lingering on my lower back.

“Whoa what the fuck was that?” She grinned, making me on my forearm.

“It’s starting, shh.” I said as my cheeks began glowing. The same guy that was in our section was now on stage with a microphone in his hand.

After his set, which was amazing, the crowd was buzzing. Mac came out, and i’ve never heard Quinn scream so loud in my entire life. Once the show was over, we were both covered in sweat and alcohol, which was sprayed across the crowd. Our hair held the scent of weed, considering the dude in the box seats next to us was rolling and smoking all night. We were basically out of breath from screaming all night as we walked out of the amphitheater.

“Want to get some drinks? I know a place not too far that doesn’t card.” Quinn asked, with a smile. I nodded excitedly and hugged her from the side. We bought some merch before going back to the car and heading to the bar. Wow, that rhymed. I’m a poet. The bar was only a few minutes away, a cute rustic vibe coming from it. We walked in to be immediately a kind ‘Hello.’ My eyes traveled around the bar and landed on the guy from earlier, the guy that opened for Mac Miller. Oh, and Mac Miller. Mac Miller?!

Quinn was frozen in her spot, and quite frankly, so was I.

“Okay,” I whispered, “Breathe. It’s just, you know, Mac fucking Miller; and the hot blonde guy. Let’s wait for them to approach.” I said breathily as we walked further into the bar. Several pairs of eyes followed us up to the bar where we sat, ordering drinks.

“I thought I recognized you.” The blonde guy whispered in my ear.

“Are you stalking me?” I gasped, jokingly, as I sipped my rum and coke.

“I should be saying that about you.” He smiled, sitting down next to you. He looked back to Mac and signaled him over.

“Sam, right?” I asked him. He nodded and smiled. “You are?”

“Y/N.” I smiled as he took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips.

“This is my buddy Mac, as you both know.” He smiled, patting Mac on the back. Quinn was all smiles, as she shook his hand, her entire body basically shaking.

“Come back to my booth, let me buy you another drink.” Mac insisted. Quinn obviously accepted and followed him back towards the booth they were sitting at.

“What about you? Wanna go back for some more drinks?” He asked, his hand moving hair out of my face. I nodded once and smiled feebly. We walked back to the booth, his hand on my lower back and quickly moving south.

“Cheeky.” I whispered to him as I climbed into the booth. Quinn was practically glowing, Mac’s arm around her shoulder and a drink in the other.

“Is it okay if I get a picture of you two?” I asked Mac. His smile grew wider as he saw the look on Quinn’s face.

“Of course.” He smiled, while taking a drink.

After several drinks and flirty touches from Sam, he announced quite obviously that he was heading toward the bathroom. Before he left, he leaned into my neck and mumbled “It’s an open invitation sweetheart.” He smiled, lightly biting the skin on my neck. My heart fluttered in my chest as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Okay but seriously,” Mac started, “If you don’t go join him, I’m going to have to hear him whining and vigorously masturbating.” Mac said while laughing, pulling Quinn closer to himself as she laughed.

I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the booth and pondered off towards the bathroom, going through the same door Sam did.

“Sammy?” I whispered, walking into the dimly lit and surprisingly nice bathroom. He sat on the arm chair in the corner, leaned back with his hands on his thighs.

“Come here, baby.” He whispered lustfully, his lip between his teeth and his eyes hooded. I walked over to him and straddled his lap, his hands going to my hips, then my butt, pulling me into his chest.

“Give me a kiss, baby.” He smiled. I leaned up and pecked him.

“Is that what you wanted?” I smirked. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me back down to him, our lips immediately connecting. My hand rested on the back of the chair for leverage. He pulled me down so my chest was against his, his lip grinding into mine as he bit my lip. He unzipped my shorts and slid his hand into my underwear before whispering, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please.” I whined raspily, my voice still hoarse from the concert. His cool fingers rubbed my clit before sliding his index and middle fingers into me. I rested my hand on his chest as I threw my head back from the euphoria.

“You’re so fuckin sexy, baby.” He said, his lips trailing around my neck and landing on my collarbone. I reached my hand down to the growing bulge in his pants, but he brought my hand back up to his chest.

“We don’t have time. Is the door locked?” He asked. I shook my head ‘no’. He patted my butt twice before I hopped off of him and locked it,  him coming up behind me and reaching his hand back down my shorts. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, his lips gently grazing my hair as his fingers curled inside of me. He removed his fingers before placing them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingers, his eyes closed.

“Mm, so sweet.” He moaned in my ear. My legs went weak, thank god he was holding me. He pulled my shorts off leaving me in my cute cream white polka dot lace trim thong. His fingers hooked underneath the band and let it snap gently against my skin.

“S’cute.” He smiled. I observed his actions from the bathroom mirror, his eyes meeting mine in the reflective surface.

“Bend over.” He said, gently moving me towards the counter. I leant over the cool clean granite, the fumbling of his belt making me anxious and excited at the same time. He slid my thong to the side and rubbed his tip between my folds, the sensation making me rest my heated cheek on the cool counter.

“Fuck baby.” I moaned as he inched in.

“That’s just the tip, princess.” He smiled, taking my hair into his hand and making a fist, pulling my head back. He pushed all the way in, until his stubbly pelvic bone was touching my butt. He slowly moved his hips back, before forcefully slamming back into me, my hips turning red from knocking against the smooth rock. I moved back as he moved forward, his rips rolling with every movement.

“You’re so tight baby, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” He rasped out. Once he was fully in, I clenched around him, seizing his actions momentarily. He pulled my hair back, and slammed into me, his fingertips leaving imprints on my skin.

“Are you close baby? Hmm?” He said, his hand moving down to rub my clit, but missing by an inch. I grabbed his hands and moved his fingers to the correct spot before resting my hand on top of his on the counter. With every circle he made with his fingers, he applied more and more pressure, causing me to tip over the edge and release. He pulled out of me and flipped me around in record time, before helping me to my knees.

I brought him to my mouth, tasting myself on him. I jerked the part I couldn’t fit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against the part that I could, his release shooting down my throat. I immediately swallowed it and ignored the taste before cleaning up his length. It was quiet for a moment as I put my shorts back on, standing up and meeting his eye. He giggled and lifted me up onto the sink and kissed me; really really kissed me. His phone beeped, signaling he had a text. He pulled it out of his back pockets and read it before chuckling.

“Everyone want’s to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” He smiled.

okay so i actually kind of like this and AYYYYY MY HALSEY REFERENCE LMAOOO
ok love u guys gn

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I went into the kitchen, with only wine on my mind. I walked past a mirror and admired my figure. I pulled up my long shirt to see my bare ass. I smiled into the mirror and touched my washed faced. Although my face was clean, however my hair resembled a bird nest. My hair was styled into what was supposed to be a bun. This is selfie worthy.

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12. Captive Heart, Captive Mind

Bucky X Reader

Summary: Reader had been imprisoned for over five years and cut off from her powers for most of that time. She is ready to give up when she is given one more mission by the mysterious group she has been captured by.

Author’s Note: I really hate this part but it’s a necessary evil and I can’t skip it no matter how hard I try. I REALLY hate myself for this part. I promise lots of action in 13-15.

Warnings: T/W Rape/Sexual Assault History. Jealousy. Anguish. Swearing.


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“STEVE!” I scream as soon as he pounces. Bucky launches forward to catch the brunt of his attack and I’m left standing topless. I grab the shirt off of the floor and yank it over my head before running forward to get in between them. There are feral growls coming from both of them as their fists pound into the other’s flesh.

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So, @superheroshepherdess got the first prompt in but actually I got three or four of basically the same thing, saying, “HONEYMOON SEX!”

Happy Wetnesday!

“Do you think this is a sign?” I ask, pulling the cushion in my hands in and out like an accordian, trying to see how plumped up I can get it. We’re in a first class lounge at the airport, waiting for further information on our delayed flight.

“A sign for what?” Owen replies, half-ignoring me as he flicks through an awful gossip magazine.

“A sign that we shouldn’t have dumped half our patients onto other people so we could leave the night of our wedding!”

“Have you got work guilt?” he teases, narrowing his eyes and smiling as he puts the magazine on the table and slides over to my side of the sofa. He lifts my legs onto his lap and picks each of my blue Toms off, dropping them to the floor.

“Yes!” I exclaim. “Obviously! And so should you!”

“I don’t have patients,” he reminds me. Silly trauma surgeons.

“Fine, but what if my service goes completely to pot?” I worry, feeling his hand beginning to massage the balls of my feet. “You know Nelson- he’s hardly got my ability to diagnose,” his thumbs work their way into the instep of my sole and make a jolt of electricity race up the length of my leg and into my crotch, “And he’ll turn away anything he’s remotely scared of,” I moan, in both senses of the word as his rough, calloused fingers run over my calf and dig into the muscle.

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  • Them: What do you DO all day?
  • Me: Um... let's see....
  • (feed the baby, keep the baby clean, dress the baby, play with the baby, entertain the baby, clean after the baby, build my relationship, clean the kitchen, do the dishes, do the laundry, put the laundry away, vacuum the house, sweep the floors, mop the floors, read to the baby, teach her sign language, take a break, make the beds, dust the house, clean the toilets, wipe down mirrors, organize closets and meals, cook the foods, prepare her meals, TAKE A BREAK [holy dance thanking the Gods above] pack my husband's lunch, feed the dogs, organize her cloth diapers, make dinner, do the dishes, feed the baby dinner, give her a bath, dry her off, put on her sing language video, chase her naked butt around the house to dress her, read night time stories, cuddle and watch a movie while nursing so she sleeps with me and repeat]
  • I am just a stay at home mom.
  • I am just the backbone of a household.
Fic: Smooth

Based off this incredible post. Kurt is a trash monster. Blaine is beautiful. Will they ever cross paths in a non-embarrassing way?

~1900 words, PG-13. tagging @lilyvandersteen because I thought I saw her ask for this?

For a brief moment, Kurt thought the bus he was on had been in some kind of terrible crash and he was in the afterlife, because a man who could only have been an angel had just sat down across from him.

Without thinking about it, Kurt smiled widely at the man, because he looked almost - familiar?

No, Kurt realized a moment later. I don’t know him. I just…want to.

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Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction - Broken (Chapter 1)

This book will include: Jack J, Jack G (Obviously) and Sam. Not the other boys.

Resume: Lucy is a 17 year old girl dating Jack Gilinsky. Everything is perfect until one day Jack breaks up with her because he doesn’t feel the connection anymore. At the end she’s left all alone, broken…will there be a happy ending for her or will she always be hurt and sad, till the end?

I walked towards my locker at the end of the day. I was exhausted by all the work I had done today. Ready to go home; I opened up my locker after putting the combination. While taking my bag I got a text from my loving boyfriend Jack. I slid my finger across the screen unlocking my phone.

‘I’ll be waiting outside for you and can you come to my house today? I need to talk to you about something.’ It read.

It was strange because he usually never asks me on text. He just says it to me on the way home and he always writes ‘I love you’ at the end. I’m so confused but I shrugged it off thinking he just forgot once. It’s not that big of deal. I walked outside as I looked around for Jack. I saw him standing beside his car and walked towards him.

“You didn’t reply to my text.” He said right after I approached him.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you wouldn’t mind. Well I’ll reply now.” You smiled. “I will come to your house babe!”

He smiled after a few seconds and hugged me tightly. After I hopped in the passenger seat and he drove towards his house. We both didn’t really talk as I was staring out the window. After reaching Jack’s house we both went inside. Johnson wasn’t home. Then I remembered Jack had to talk to me about something.

“Jack, you said you had to talk about something to me.” I smiled at him.

He looked down and after a few seconds he said.

“I’ll tell you later. Now let’s eat.” He smiled back. I nodded and walked towards the kitchen. Jack and Johnson both lived in this house together and sometimes I also came here to stay with Jack. Jack made us both sandwiches while I helped taking out the ingredients from the fridge. He looked a bit distant I don’t know why. I couldn’t quite put my hands on how he was feeling.

“Are you okay?” I asked him worriedly putting my hand on his shoulder.

He just nodded and continued to eat his sandwich. After eating I decided I had enough of how he was acting. We were sitting on the couch watching TV and he wasn’t even sitting beside me but on the other end of the couch.

“Jack what did you want to talk about?” I asked directly.

“,” he turned towards the TV and turned it off before turning turning towards me again “I can’t-…” He stuttered.

“Yes?” I asked impatiently. I really was worried I wanted to know what was bothering Jack.

“I can’t do this a-anymore.” What did he mean?

“W-what do you mean?”

“This. I can’t do it.” I was on the verge of crying.

“What did I do wrong? Am I not good enough?” I asked a few tears slid down my face. I quickly looked down trying to hide the fact that this affected me. I didn’t want Jack to know I was weak but it was so hard.

“It’s just..I don’t feel the connection anymore. I don’t feel like I used to before when I was with you. I’m so sorry baby.” He was about to hug me but I pushed him away.

“Just don’t t-touch me.” I stuttered. I stood up and took all my belongings.

“Please don’t leave like this. I don’t want you to hate me.” Jack said slowly.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t want to see you anymore if we aren’t dating I don’t think it’s okay to keep any contact.” I said as I cried. I walked towards the door as I was about to open the door his arm wrapped around my arm stopping me from going any farther.

“Please don’t go like this..” He said sadly. I wanted to stay and hug him but he hurt me so much. I loved him but he just ended it like this. Like it was nothing to him.

“I can’t stay. You ended this, our relationship, like it meant nothing to you. Like it was just a waste of time.” I tried to pull my arm away but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Let me go Jack.” I whispered on the verge of screaming at him.

“No, not like this. I can’-”

“Just let me go!” I screamed at him as I pushed him away from me and started crying more harder. I opened the door and ran out of the house. I started running towards my house not caring about one single look I was getting from people outside. I didn’t care about anyone expect Jack but since he didn’t care about me I had no one. No one at all. My parents did live with me but they acted like I didn’t even exist. They payed for everything and took care of the house. They were workaholics. I never got love from them but when I met Jack everything had changed I became a different person and I thought he would next leave me. I guess I expected too much because good things don’t last long. When I reached my house I opened the door with my keys and slammed the door shut. Thank god my parents weren’t home right now but even if they were they wouldn’t care anyways. I slid down the door crying. I cried and cried until there were no tears left inside me. My phone kept ringing but I ignored since I knew it was Jack. After a few hours, I got up and walked towards my room and looked at the mirror. I was a big mess; my hair was a big mess, mascara was staining my once clean cheeks and my lipstick all over my mouth. I resembled a person who hadn’t showered since a week. I decided to take a shower and then try to sleep but unfortunately that night it came very late and I barely slept even if I had school the next day. I had decided I wasn’t gonna let the breakup get to me. I was gonna get over him and act like I never dated him even though I love Jack so much.

Part 2?
This is a new fanfic and I hope you guys like it! :)

Chapter 2

Many thanks to my beta and inspiration for this story, Dr Loki Pants, aka deliciouswhispers. You’re an evil genius. 

No real smut in this chapter, but chapter 2 will deliver the goods 

OFC description left intentionally vague so we can all be her. 

Be gentle, this is my first time…Enjoy

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts while I worked my hair into a ponytail.  Grabbing my bucket in one hand, I used my hip to push the door open as I turned my key.  Hanging up my jacket and smoothing down my top,  I gave myself the once-over in the foyer mirror.  Not bad I thought. I couldn’t really get away with much more than a t-shirt and jeans, but thank God I didn’t have to wear one of those hideous uniforms.

 Cleaning wasn’t a bad job if you could get the right gigs. People tend to feel guilty laying about while the hired help cleans their toilet, so they usually make themselves scarce. Which was just fine by me, I enjoy quiet time.  I like to get in, get my music going, and lose myself in the minutiae of my work. Most people never give cleaning a second thought, but to me it’s an art at which I happen to excel. This talent eventually afforded me the opportunity to hand-pick my clients from the agency, clients that were typically the very wealthy or the very famous. These people were particular,  and I am very, very good at particular. My perfectionism and need to please came in handy in my professional life; my track record for client requests was among the top at the agency and I had earned it.

 I love all of “my” houses, but this one, this is my favorite. Standing in the foyer and assessing the workday ahead, I felt something akin to excitement. I shook my head and laughed aloud to myself. I still couldn’t believe that I had a key to Tom Hiddleston’s flat, even if it was just to clean it.  I don’t know who was more surprised, my supervisor or myself, when she told me he had personally called the agency to request me as his dedicated housecleaner after only one visit.  He was charming beyond belief and he paid well. He had this nasty little habit of winking as he said goodbye and it just killed me. He was shockingly handsome in person and I felt sure I would never get used to the flash of that smile, and he was so unguarded and genuine that it made him all the more attractive.

 Still standing in the foyer, I remembered the day I reorganized his closet; he acted as if I had created a veritable masterpiece. I could still see him running his long fingers across my handiwork, caressing his familiar possessions as if he’d never seen them before. He turned to me with that smile saying my work was “sheer brilliance” and I thought I would melt.  As we both moved to exit the closet I had felt his hand slip to the small of my back, his fingertip grazing the patch of exposed skin at the waist of my jeans as he  guided me out of the room.  It had sent a wave of heat through my core and I clenched my thighs, willing myself not to make a sound.  If he could make me that wet with a single touch, what could those fingers do if he tried?  I swallowed hard at the memory.

 Rocking on the soles of my feet, I bit my lip and forced myself back to the task at hand. Being a Wednesday morning, I knew I would have until early afternoon to scour the place before Tom made an appearance, if he made one at all. Of course I always hoped to see him, to see his face light up in approval. Good Lord that face, not to mention that ass! I moved into the kitchen and started with the few dishes from this morning’s breakfast, hoping that the busy work would distract me from my crush.

 I tidied the papers on the counter, always careful not to disturb anything important. A casual glance revealed mostly autograph requests, plus one or two Loki illustrations clearly penned by children. I smiled at the pictures; the kids weren’t the only ones that liked Loki. I had absolutely devoured both Thors and The Avengers, which were so unlike my typical taste in films. It was like Loki was the only reason to watch the screen and when he wasn’t there I found myself eagerly awaiting his return. The man was a marvel — no pun intended — I giggled to myself. Loki’s dark and brooding nature had captured my interest and sympathy in a way that was certainly not typical of my taste in leading men. All leather and strut. The wicked smile and conspiring eyes. The arrogant tone that poorly disguised the wounded soul underneath….  Suddenly the refrigerator compressor kicked on, snapping me out of my haze. I unconsciously licked my lips and backed away from the sink, checked the time, thankful that I was doing alright despite my daydreaming.

 On my way to the master bedroom I grabbed the vacuum and reminded myself to give the baseboards a proper dusting before I left. Tom’s bedroom opened to an impressive bed set against large windows with heavy floor to ceiling drapes. It was a palette of soft browns and  deep blues with crisp white linens; it was both elegant and masculine at once. I had wondered initially if the decor was Tom’s doing or if he had had help from a professional. He certainly seemed to possess the taste to achieve this look on his own, but as I moved towards the most lived in corner of the bedroom I couldn’t help thinking that no designer would have ever signed off on that. Clearly this old, overstuffed club chair had been well-loved and had long since seen better days. Based on the small pile of manilla envelopes and typed booklets, this was where he read his scripts. I always tried not to move anything he was working on, so I just swept the crumbs and wrappers away and moved the teacup from around the papers. I gathered his pens from the seat and noticed that each and every one had teeth marks in the end; I liked to imagine him sitting here absent-mindedly chewing on them as he concentrated on his notes. My fingers slid over the grooves his teeth had left and I sighed.

 After folding and draping the chenille throw over the club chair to my satisfaction, I moved through the room picking up clothes and dragging out the hamper to take to the wash. I could faintly detect his scent in the basket and I felt my stomach flutter. I am not going to fantasize over a man’s gym shorts I told myself as I loaded the washer and slammed the lid in frustration. I hooked the hamper under my arm, resting it against my hip as I walked back to the bedroom. Flipping on the closet light, I was kneeling down to replace the hamper when an object against the wall caught my eye. I leaned in closer to find an overturned, plain white shirt box. It must have been tucked behind the hamper, I mumbled. I reached to move it upright and my hand slipped inside the box. I froze at the intrusion, horrified at the idea of violating Tom’s privacy, yet I couldn’t bring myself to let go. I dropped the hamper and pulled the box into my lap as I sank on to the carpet. I pushed the lid off and blinked, letting my fingers delve into the softest, finest leather I had ever touched. Shaking, I lifted the length of fabric until it was free from the box. Not realizing I had been holding my breath, I was startled when I heard myself gulp for air.

 Pants. THE pants. The Loki pants.

 There they were, pooling in my lap.  Before I knew it, my fingers were following the details like a map. I couldn’t believe I was holding them in my hands! I let out a small whimper realizing that the cool leather was even more beautiful than I ever expected it could be. I lightly ran my hands up and down the pant legs letting my fingers pause at the grommet details on the outside of the thighs. I paid special attention to the layered v-shaped pattern just below the knee, amazed at the intricacy of the details. I searched for the waistband and pulled it out to its length, appreciating the tight squeeze Tom would have felt. A shiver ran through me thinking of how they were a second skin and that even Tom, with his long, lean body would have had to wriggle and writhe his way into these. I gingerly brought them up to my cheek to feel the material against me. I closed my eyes, buried my face, and breathed them in deep; they smelled incredible, like leather and sex left to mingle.

 Every sense was filled: my pulse pounding in my ears, the heat of my cheeks made more intense next to the coolness of the metal and leather, and the scent of Tom and leather everywhere.  Lost in the darkness behind closed eyes, I was overwhelmed. Images of him flashed through my mind and my sex clenched in response. My hand trailed down between my legs, desperate to relieve the pressure. My breath hitched at the small contact, and then…I heard it.

Mine was not the only breathing. My eyes flew open and I felt blinded by the light in the room. It was too late, Tom was looking down at me from the doorway. My mouth opened in a silent scream yet all I could think of was how very tall he was. He was a giant standing there in his vibrant blue vest and pants, with a white dress shirt starched to perfection and gleaming black shoes. He was blocking my only exit and I wanted to get as far away as possible. The silence was deafening as my mind raced to form any explanation or apology that could begin to fix this. Tom cocked his head, resting it against the doorframe, and finally broke the silence.  

 “What ARE you doing, love?”

 I just blinked helplessly at him, unsure of how to proceed.  I let the pants slip off my lap as I tried to stand up, but his hand reached out in a halting gesture.

 “Stop. No, you stay. Right…. Where….You…. Are.” Each word landed like a thump in my ears.

 I was practically panting and I knew he had to hear it.  I could feel my nipples poking through my shirt and despite my embarrassment I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the face, so I watched the quickening rise and fall of his chest. He fingered the cuffs of his rolled shirt sleeves and I watched his forearms flex as he moved his hands to rest on either side of the doorframe. He paused and slid down into a crouch, letting his legs bend into a wide V.  It felt as if he occupied every inch of space around me. He seemed to enjoy the effect he had on me as I caught a subtle buck of his hips in my direction. His left hand moved up to smooth the hairs on the back of his neck, rubbing gently then moving forward, letting his fingers rest against his lips as he stared at me. His blue eyes gleamed as he let a smirk stretch across his lips, licking them as he seemed to be weighing his options. He reached out his hand to claim my chin between his thumb and forefinger as he forced me to look up.

 “This is your natural state, is it not?”, Tom breathed in a timbre slightly lower than his natural tone. I looked into his face confused and opened my mouth to reply, but his fingers stilled my lips as he finished his thought with a growl pressed tightly against my ear.

“To kneel.”

Elsanna week: Day 7!! Anna Sommer, Personal Assistant

I’ve always liked the whole boss/personal assistant trope. I don’t know why. I always find thoughts of assistant-Anna extremely adorable. And yes, I know the name of this is quite similar to a fic already out there but honestly it’s a one shot and I’m not plagiarizing.

As cold hot chocolate and whipped cream soaked down the front of her blouse and her own drink spread across the floor, Elsa decided that she should have just let one of the various interns run to get her coffee and stayed put in her office. There was no parking in front of the Starbucks near the office so Elsa had gotten out of the car and instructed her driver to drive around the block until she called him back. Today, with the abrupt resignation of her previous personal assistant (Elsa had hoped this one would stay but apparently he had left because she scared him… honestly.) she was loathe to let someone ruin her coffee, too.

Human resources had sent her a short list of people to interview and Elsa was in for a long day. She hated this. But she had to because HR was also THIS CLOSE to having people quit because of how Elsa went through her assistants. So the Human Resources manager had asked (pleaded) for Elsa to just vet them.

“I’m so sorry!”

And now this red-headed klutz was going to make her late for her first interview.

“I can fix this! I totally can fix this!”

“What–” Elsa didn’t have time to even THINK as she was dragged into the Starbucks washroom.


“–I can fix this, don’t worry!–”


“Just… I swear I’ll get this washed–”



It took almost no time at all for the redhead to divest Elsa of her shirt (thank god her bra managed to stay clean), and then had pulled off her own sweater (thank god she had a shirt underneath) and slipped it on over Elsa’s head.

“Alright, is that okay?” The girl jumped from one foot to the next, entirely remorseful. “J-just give me your card, I’ll get your shirt dry-cleaned and send it to you!”

“It’s fine.” Elsa’s face was bright red. This woman in front of her had just… STRIPPED her and dressed her. Elsa caught her profile in the mirror of the washroom and blinked, a bit impressed. The sweater did fit and she looked fine.

“Come on, I can get you your drink, I’m so so so sorry!” The redhead blubbered.

“It’s quite alright.” Elsa smiled tightly. Though she didn’t relish having drinks spilled on her, it was as if there had never been a drink spilled on her in the first place.

“No, I got this.” They went back to the counter where a young, bright-eyed boy (“Really, again?” “Olaf, shut up!”) was already holding out a cold chocolate-y drink for the redhead.

“Please give me your card!”

Elsa blinked and jumped to action, automatically reaching into her purse and taking out her cardholder. Upon receiving the card, the redhead tucked it into her own purse and pushed her drink into Elsa’s hand.

“I swear I’ll bring you back your shirt.” Anna glanced at her watch, her eyes widening with panic. “But I have to run, I’m totally going to be late! I’m sorry again–bye!”

“I…” Elsa looked down at her drink. Her drink had been a coffee. This was… Elsa took a tentative sip of the drink. “Delicious.”

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…” Anna muttered as she danced in place in the elevator. When the doors opened, she practically ran to the reception area, trying to at least pretend she hadn’t sprinted two blocks to get to the office.

“I’m… Anna… here… for the interview!”

The receptionist smiled at her and giggled slightly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Arendelle just arrived. I’ll tell her her first appointment is here.”

Anna nodded, moving to the waiting area and immediately gravitating towards the large floor to ceiling windows. The view was beautiful, but she was more worried about how she looked since she gave her sweater away. She smoothed down her shirt and tried to tuck stray locks of red hair back in place.

“Ms. Arendelle will see you now.”

Anna jumped a bit but quickly followed the receptionist down a long hall, through large double doors and into the office of Ms. Elsa Arendelle.

“Here you go, Ms. Sommer,” The reception turned around and gave the suddenly pale redhead an encouraging smile. “Good luck!”

Anna was left alone in the office with Ms. Elsa Arendelle, the CEO of Arendelle Corporation.

“Ms. Sommer.” Elsa raised an eyebrow at the redhead. What were the odds, really. “How nice to see you again.”

Anna’s shoulders slumped. “Hello, Ms. Arendelle. Just my luck the person I pour my chocolate on is you, isn’t it? I can leave now if you want. Or you know, you can just shoot me, just put me out of my misery.”

Elsa chuckled. “That’s a bit melodramatic, Ms. Sommer. You got me to my first appointment on time, and,” Elsa motioned to her almost empty cold chocolate, sitting on her desk, “you got me a drink I really enjoy. The least I can do is look over your resume with you.”

Anna stepped forward timidly and sat down in the chair in front of Elsa’s large, mahogany desk.

“Now then,” Elsa smiled brightly at Anna. “Lets begin.”