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One Night Stand

Finally, a part 2! I’d been planning this for a while, but with all the requests i’ve received it’s been hard to do so. But here I am, and maybe this will become a series? I’m not sure, depends if you guys requests so!

Imagine Prompt: can i request a oneshot please? id like one where you and bellamy secretly like each other but you two are really sarcastic and you fight a lot and one day you two were on a mission and they had to sleep next to each other in a cave and bellamy surprise the reader by putting his arms around her in his sleep and spooning her. just this with a lot of sass and sarcasm, please? thank you :)

Warning: none. kind of…


Originally posted by fyeahbellarke

When you woke up, you felt oddly warm. A sense of safety flushed through you and you couldn’t quite figure out why. There was a body next to yours, and as you blinked in the brightness of the sun that surrounded the cave and blinked away the blurriness, you began to try and move only to find you couldn’t.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, tight and protective to the point you couldn’t move. You furrowed your brows, still slightly asleep as you tried to pin who exactly was with you. You hadn’t had anyone on ground and you definitely wouldn’t sleep with someone on a… one.. night stand.

“You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.”

Bellamy’s words echoed through, the memories of last night flashing through as you became wide awake. You snapped up, forcefully ripping Bellamy’s arms of from around you. You heard him moan in shock as he too woke up. Shy and bashful, you hugged yourself as Bellamy groaned awake and sat up next to you.

What would you say? Everything that had happened last night was something you’d never expected. And despite how hard you tried to push down the secret feelings you’d developed for the boy, they were there and they only increased after the events of last night. But there was no way Bellamy would like you back, which was why you’d never acted on those feelings.

“You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.”

Or would he?

“Uh, good morning.”  Bellamy’s deep voice echoed around you and you felt your muscles tense. Was he going to act like none of this had ever happened? But, maybe that would be best. You didn’t think you’d be able to confront him or your feelings, so maybe acting as if none of it happened would be okay.

Standing up, you murmured a good morning. Ignoring the feel of his eyes lingering on you as you walked to the opening of the cave and stepped out. You let your eyes wander over the sunshine that no shun brightly and the warmth you could now bask in. Turning back into the cave you quickly began packing up your things. “The fogs gone, we should head back to camp. People are probably starting to worry.”

Bellamy said nothing but let his gaze linger on you a moment longer, before he too began to pack up. The walk back to camp was silent, and long. Even after an hour, which felt like you should’ve reached camp by now, you were still an hours walk away. And the silence was agonizingly painful as well as awkward. It almost felt as if you were alone, because of the dead silence, if you could miss the awkward stares and bumps of the shoulders.

Eventually, a short half n hour later (so they were only a half n hour away) you’d gotten tired of walking and leaned against a tree. Huffing in tiredness, and rubbing your feet in pain. Normally you wouldn’t be so whiny, but you hadn’t had to walk this long in a long time, seeing as before this you’d never been allowed out of camp.

You heard a huff of annoyance from behind you, but you chose to ignore it. Figuring Bellamy had been just as tired as you, and was annoyed by it. But you were hugely mistaken, when he began speaking. “Really, Y/N?” He snapped.

With narrowed eyes, you looked over at him shaking your head. “Really what?”

“You need to stop right now. We are almost back to camp and the sooner the better.” 

Your jaw opened in bafflement and with a huff, you let your foot fall and you slipped back on your shoe. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “Yeah, I did need to stop. I wasn’t the one who asked you to come on this damn mission, that had been an absolute fail by the way. And i’m tired, and i’m sick of being near you.” Suddenly, all your pent up feelings came pouring out at his complete ignorance to your side of things. You tried to tell yourself to remain calm, and reason things out, but your irrational side got the better of you.

“You should know by now that I take whatever lead I get and that when we go out, we do what needs to be done and get back. There isn’t time for resting!” He practically yelled.

“No, actually, I wouldn’t know.” You reprimanded. “I wouldn’t because ever since we landed down here, you haven’t let me step one foot out of that camp. God knows why.” 

He stayed silent for a while, both of you wondering what had started this fight and why it’d become so tense. It was a stupid thing to argue over, and the both of you knew, but for some reason every angry thought came to your mind, whether it had to do with Bellamy or not, and you couldn’t control yourself. 

“Sorry for caring.” Bellamy spat.

Your eyes widened and you let out a dry laugh, “care? Since we landed you’ve been treating me as if i’m an annoyance. Why care about a pestering princess right?”

“You are an annoyance!” He yelled, despite himself. And with shock, you took a step back. Not quite expecting such harsh words to come out of his mouth, you opened your mouth to say something but came out empty. You picked up your backpack, not quite sure what to do. “Wait, Y/N…” Bellamy tried but you interrupted him.

“No, uh, it’s okay.” You whispered, staring at the ground. “I get it. I don’t know why I ever thought that… we… no, sorry.” You let the words slip out before you ran off. Your feet carrying you faster than you ever thought they could, and before you knew it you’d ran so far that you didn’t know where you were. You’d never been in these woods before and without a tracker, you found yourself lost. The world spun around you as you tried to figure out where you were.

“Hey!”


Bellamy huffed, after walking around searching for you, and not able to find you, he figured you’d gone back home. He was worried and regretted all the words he said, because in the moment he hadn’t meant any of it. He’d just been frustrated that the two of you hadn’t discussed what had happened the night before.

You’d been ignoring his advances and gazes, he’d become frustrated with you to the point he became irrational.

Letting out a deep breath, he signalled to be let in and walked through. His eyes already searching for you, and expecting to see you walk up to him with a stomp to your step. Only you never came, and instead in your place Clarke came up. Seemingly relieved to see Bellamy standing there.

Her eyes searched around him, and he blinked in confusion. “Bellamy! I’m so glad you’re okay!” She said once she reached him, smiling up him. Bellamy smiled at her shortly, his eyes going past her for you. His heart began to race when you never showed up.

“Where’s Y/N?” Immediately, Bellamy snapped his eyes down to Clarke. His heart picking up in fear as he stared baffled down at Clarke.

“What do you mean where is she? She’s not here?” Bellamy asked in a panicked rush.

Clarke furrowed her brows, shaking her head. “No, the last time she was here was when she left with you yesterday.” She explained, her face contorting in concern. “What happened Bellamy? Where is Y/N?”

At the frantic mention of your name, a crowd of your friends had gathered. All staring at Bellamy expectantly as he stared at the ground in pure fear. How could he had been so stupid? Letting you go over a stupid fight like that. 

“Bellamy, where’s Y/N?” Jasper piped up, coming to stand next to Bellamy.

“We were out, but then I got in such a stupid fight with her.” He said, his voice deep as he blamed himself. “She ran off, and I searched for her but I figured she’d headed off back here.”

Clarke’s eyes widened with realization. “Bellamy she’s never been out of-”

“Out of camp before.” He finished, nodding. “I know.” Nodding to himself, he grabbed his gun and began marching towards the gates. 

“Where are you going?” Clarke yelled.

“Going to find her.”

- Part 3?
Dating Suga Would Include

I don’t know if this already got requested , but could you do ‘dating would include’ with Suga? :) Thanks!”


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Changing my mind

Numbers request by anon for bearded!Seb - 17 “Stop it! It tickles.”

No warnings. Fluffiness and niceness ;) Feedback is always welcome and if you have a one shot request, storyline/character/real person or numbers request then please read here and feel free to get in touch with me anytime. Thanks for the request and enjoy! Bearded!Sebastian Stan x reader.


As you sit admiring your boyfriend your mind starts to wander. You had always hated guys with beards. You thought they were dirty and that they seemed to age many men. So when your boyfriend, Sebastian Stan had got a call from Marvel stating that he had to grow a small beard for a few scenes in the next Avengers film you had sighed at first, thinking how much you were going to hate the next month or two. It’s only now that the beard has been fully grown to the required length that you notice it actually suits him. Does he just suit everything in life?

“Will you be keeping the beard?” You ask, watching as Seb gently combs the damn thing into place. “Seb?”

“What? I’m busy.” He snaps, giving you his signature annoyed look before looking back into the mirror.

“I said.. will you be keeping the beard?”

“I haven’t thought about it yet. I know how much you hate beards and I only need it for the last few days of filming.”

You step away from the breakfast bar and make your way across the room towards him. “You could always.. erm.. keep it.” You whisper, smiling at him in the reflection of the mirror.

He suddenly turns before wrapping an arm around your waist. “I thought you hated beards.”

“Well..” Before you can finish the sentence Seb has started rubbing his bearded chin on your forehead. “Stop it! It tickles.”

“Are you sure you want me to keep this?” He mumbles and you can feel the vibration of his lips against your forehead.

“Your putting me off it now!” You say, stepping away from him and opening the apartment door. Putting on your coat you smile back at Seb who is only dressed in his gym gear. “I’ll see you at work beardy.”

“See you there smoothy.”

You step into the giant warehouse the Marvel crew has been using to film the next Avengers film. It was always a massive privilege when Marvel called you in to work with them on important films. Of course being a designer you were usually stuck in an office all day but that didn’t stop you from meeting new people on set, Seb being one of them.

It was a cold day in December when you met him. The snow had covered most of the ground outside the warehouse and inside was just as bad. Someone had left the set door open and the blizzard from the night before had made it’s way inside too so you had spent most of your morning trying to get the remnants of it out again, that’s when Seb had slid into your life.. literally. You hadn’t even heard him coming in until a yelp left him and you turned to see him on the ground, in the middle of the snow you had just brushed out. After that the two of you would get lunch together or bring each other hot drinks throughout the day.

Now six months later you were happier than ever.. you just hadn’t told his fans yet.

You were currently trying to get the two newest employees to actually do some work. “No I told you to hurry up and finish the final sketch. That was due half an hour ago!”

The young brown haired boy speaks up. “I can’t finish a final sketch in an hour.”

“Oh really? Well you better learn because your working at Marvel now.”

“Always the charmer smoothy.” You hear Seb say from behind you. You turn to face him, the frown falling from your face when you see the cup in his hand. “Thought you might need a boost.”

“Thank you. Plus I’m always charming.” You whisper, taking the hot cup and setting it on your desk before glaring at the two men you had just been telling off causing them to scurry from the room.

“Are you sure it’s natural for you to be charming?”

“Screw you! I can be charming.. like now..“ You say, spotting Chris walk in the front door. "Hey Chris!”

“Why are you being weird?” Chris asks, pulling a face and walking on.

You turn back to Seb to see a smirk playing on his lips. “Am I really that bad?”

“At least I love you.” All you can do is smile. His words slowly sinking into your heart.

“Thought about the beard yet?”

“Eh I might keep it.. just noticed it causes a nice little rash on your face.” He replies, a laugh escaping him as you turn to look in the mirror. Small dots litter the side of your face he had been tickling with his beard this morning.

You sigh, turning to face him and narrowing your eyes. A smirk playing on your lips as you step forward. “Oh now your going to get charming beardy!”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a match up please? I'm 5"2, Im a Pansexual girl but I lean more towards guys, I have ombre red to black hair and blue/green eyes and I'm almost always wearing eyeliner. I love video games, writing, reading, memes, and history/mythology. I play drums and I love for rock music. I can be described as a tomboy/punk, but I can have my moments where I wanna feel like I look nice. I'm a pretty chill person, if you can handle sarcasm and frequent bursts of anxiety. Thanks in advance love💕

Originally posted by caelumstrife

I match you up with our dearest prince: Noctis Lucis Caelum! *omg this gif tho… <3*

This young man CANNOT keep his eyes off you because, damn, you are stunning! Noctis really loves to watch your hair swish and sway back and forth as you move about on your day to day activities. The guys tease him about it all the time xD Your eyes remind him of his father, and this isn’t a creepy thing okay? It’s very sweet because his father = his safe place. And after Regis’ death, Noctis’ new safe place = with you <3

At first, Noctis didn’t know how to approach you because he thought your were too pretty for him (Pssshhh Noctis, have you SEEN YOURSELF?!), but one morning at camp he caught you applying your eye-liner and for some reason it was like something snapped inside of him and he immediately power-walked over like the dork he is as said: “YOU DON’T NEED THAT STUFF YOU’RE PRETTY WITHOUT IT!”

Noctis isn’t really one for reading, writing or history and mythology. However, you have recently been informed by a very amused Ignis that Noctis has been bugging him and Gladio for more stories and knowledge about Lucian/Otherworld history and mythology. When you stay up late with Noctis talking, he usually gets details wrong, but you never call him out on it because, gosh… he tried.

He very willingly games with you, his head resting lazily on your lap as he taps away at the buttons on his console controller. Noctis is sooo jealous of the fact that you play the drums- his father had told him it wasn’t fit of a prince to play the drums, so he learned to play the piano. You’ve allowed Noctis to have a play around with your drum set, but he’s incredibly timid and doesn’t hit the drums hard enough xD

Noctis is cool with your sense of style- he often likes to match styles with you because he thinks you’re the coolest person on Eos. He blushes hard when you don a fancy dress though- one time, he almost fainted. Gladio and Prompto will never let him live that down haha!

Noct loves everything about you, though he’s not very good at expressing it. When you’re feeling anxious though, he will definitely drop all his guards and hold you close, telling you just how amazing and special you really are <3

EXO reaction when guys try and flirt with their girlfriend (you)

galaxyfanfanmystyle said: EXO’s reactions when guys try to flirt with you, aka their girlfriend. Thanks :)

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Suho: *on his way to beat their asses*

Baekhyun:

Chanyeol: *judges them extra hard*

Chen:

D.O: *no idea what’s going on*

Kai: Ok, well, um, I guess I’ll just stay over here

Yifan:

Lay: Ahaha look! He thinks he has a chance!

Luhan:

Xiumin: that’s cute *sarcasm detected*

Tao:

Sehun: *guy uses cheesy pick up line* Wow, that was really good! I have one tip for you though…

try using it on a girl who isn’t taken

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I Won't Let You Leave; Sequel

A continuation to Luhan angst

I know it took me a long while to write that, sorry about that. I hope you guys will like it.. I wanted to make a happy ending and still maintain the angsty side of the story….

But I feel like my writing here isn’t presented well, even though I hold a great talent (can you feel my sarcasm?)

Nonetheless, this scenario was very enjoyable to write, and I’m glad for the lovely anon who requested this at first place. Got to experience a new side to Luhan and now I think I like him more than I did before.

Thanks for the support guys.

-Admin Lizard

Another hour, another day.

And you’re stuck here, at you sister’s, not knowing what to do.

It had been a month since last time you saw Luhan and the missing killed you. Like a sharp hunger for an unknown primitive urge, the urge of love perhaps? But even if it were, you would have been seeing someone new by now, so how come all you can do is dwell at that apartment endlessly.

You sister had a point there when she said that this isn’t healthy for you, that you should go back to him. But you also had a point about Luhan’s career being or at least seeming more important than yours. The thought of him probably moving on, forwarding his career, dating a new girl, a better girl, probably a colleague killed you. You felt as if you were crumbling apart, shredding into small sharp pieces of see though glass with every thought of him, every day that passed.

You had to face the fact that Luhan was gone. He didn’t chase you back and even though he begged you to stay, deep inside you knew his pleadings were worth nothing.

“____, are you awake?” your sister asked as she entered her home. You walked towards here and took the bags of groceries out of her hands. “I ordered Chinese food since I’m too lazy to cook. By the way I bought milk cause…” but she paused when she saw you were spacing out. “____?”

You didn’t answer.

Chinese.

Luhan is Chinese.

You wanted to slap yourself real good in the face, shake yourself up from this sorrow you’re in but you couldn’t. Even such meaningless word brought the memories of Luhan back to your mind, flashing every sweet piece of it that it could.

You were hungry yet lazy to cook anything so Luhan suggested ordering a takeaway. “Let’s order Chinese food!” you clapped your hands in enthusiasm and Luhan smirked at you, pulling you closer to his by your waist and pecked your cheek. “You know, I can cook some for you.” He suggested. You smiled at him, opening your eyes in wonder, “Really? That’ll be great. I’m starving!”

He taught you how to boil the noodles just close enough to perfection, and how to chop the vegetables nicely. You ended up with him standing behind you and cutting straws of raw zucchini for you. Your shirt which was previously his got dirty from soy sauce that you accidentally spilled, and Luhan took the chance to take it off of you, kissing your chest lovingly. You found yourself making love to him two times that evening, skipping the half made dinner. Luhan’s touch over your skin still lingered, burning every layer of dead cells with aching agony. You could almost taste his lips if you tried really hard to focus on the memory of their taste. But most of all, his smell was your strongest memory of all. If you focused hard enough, you could smell Luhan.

Passionflower and lake. He smelled so sweet and fresh.

“_____!” your sister shook your shoulder and looked into your eyes, “You have to get over him!” you looked at her, feeling the tears escaping your eyes endlessly. “I can't… I can't… I love him.”

“You can’t do this anymore. You owe yourself to get over him. He was bad to you. Remember?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Then go out ___. Have fun! Date guys, get drunk, get wild. Do something, just forget about Luhan!”

But you couldn’t.

On a rainy day you came ‘home’ soaked. Soaked to the bones. You walked towards the bedroom which wasn’t even yours almost lifelessly. Dragging your feet behind, you took some clothes out of the shower. You were glad for your forgetfulness that made you forget to turn off the boiler before leaving the house, so not here was warm water waiting for you. You took off your white top, letting it silkily drop over the bathroom’s floor with the rest of your clothes. You stood naked, breathing in the steams that were forming from the hot water and filling the room. When you laid down inside, the water were boiling your skin. It was such a bitter sweet relief from the coldness that surrounded and dominated your body. The burning pain temporarily managed to ease the emotional pain you were having only two days after your breakup. Your horrible breakup. Why did he have to be so pathetic? This whole situation is pathetic; you crying, him crying. Everything is so useless now that you’re away from him. All those memories… they’re all for nothing.

He probably has already erased you from his mind. But no, it has only been two days. Two days can be a long time though you knew Luhan is indeed a loyal guy.  The image of his crying face still lingered in your mind and it hurt more than getting burned by the water. You wanted him to hold you again, to kiss you but he isn’t going to do that anymore, and frankly, it’s for the best. After a long hour you left the bath, only wearing your undergarments since it seemed pretty meaningless to wear any clothes. No clothes could hide the wound in your heart. You crashed over the bed, leaving the mess of water, mud and scattered clothes behind you, not caring about the coldness that surrounded you while secretly wishing to maybe freeze to death.

Death could be nice. Perhaps, just for a little while. Just until things got better.

But things weren’t going to get better.

 

At the kitchen, you were making yourself some sweet tea. You felt like having tea, so you prepared yourself one but stopped in the middle of drinking when a knock was heard. You walked towards the door and opened it.

The glass fell of your hands and your eyes were widely open.

“L-L-Luhan…”

“____.” He whispered, a faint smile painted over his face. They seemed tired and older. He has matured probably, or just gotten more tired, probably because of work. Yeah, it must have been his stupid work. You could feel the rage filling your veins as you clenched your fist, eyebrows frowning. “What the hell are you doing here?” you said calmly.

Luhan sighed sadly, his face expression was hard to read but you could notice the sadness behind his eyes. “I missed you. I missed you so badly. I’ve been thinking and I can’t live without you ___. I was so stupid to let you go, and I need you so badly… I-”

“Why now? Why now of all times? It’s been a month Luhan. A month!” your voice got louder and you got angrier. The tears started to form in your eyes again, as if they forgot you’ve already shaded way too many of them. Luhan’s eyes were also starting to get watery. His beautiful brown eyes. “I know I’m wrong. I know I am. I’m so sorry. I need you.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to take you back? You’ve been uncaring towards me. I-I thought I already made myself clear that day.”

“___,” he got closer to you, his face wearing a solemn expression, “I, I flew here because I love you. I realize how bad I’ve been behaving towards you. I know you needn’t to put up with such treatment but I promise,” he reached for your hands that were fisted tensely at your sides, “I’ve changed. I’m a better man now.”

“No you’re not Luhan. How can I know?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I never stopped thinking about you for a moment.”

“Luhan…” you started to cry. If you had a flying angel or any kind of miniature figure flying over your shoulder like in cartoon movies, they would have been screaming widely by now “Hug him! Kiss him! Take him back! Now!”

But you didn’t have one, and instead your conscious came in action. Why would you got back to him? Who says he’ll be better? “I can't… if, if we… if we get back together I’m not going to forgive myself for, I…”

Luhan’s strong arms secured you in a tight embrace. You tried to push him away but he held you close. “____,” he whispered while stroking your hair. You could sense the tears and agony. The endless cries late at night over a bottle of alcohol. “I’m so fucking sorry, I love you. And I know I’m wrong. There’s nothing else I can say to make you change your mind. I’ve cut my working hours so I could have more times with you. I never stopped wanting all the dreams I’ve shared with you. I want to be the father of your children ____, and buy a house together. I want to grow old with you and share a grave. I want to be with you ___. I want you. And no one else. Not my job, not my career, not anything else in the entire world but you.” Passionflower. His fragrance drove you crazy.

At that point you were both weeping pathetically, captured in each others hold. “Luhan,” you swallowed some tears, “I love you too. I really do, but you have to realize it’s not easy for me.”

“I know. I know. I know it isn’t and I’m so sorry for putting you through all of that, but,” Luhan held your arms, gliding slowly down as he looked over the floor, “but please come back to me. Please…” He got on his knees, and let more tears escape his eyes, roll down his cheeks and hit the ground. You stroked his hair and he looked up to you. “Do you swear on your life that things are going to get better?”

He put his hand over his heart and said “I swear.” Then he added, “I took a week long vacation to be with you.”

You smiled at him and Luhan’s eyes got wider in response as he stood up and send his hands to cup your face. “Geez, this smile…” he sighed, “I missed this beautiful smile for so long.”  He pulled you into a long warm hug afterwards. You knew that if you told your sister about it she’d kill both of you but the fact that’s he has been making effort to change and get you back says something about the future of your relationship. Maybe things will finally turn back to the way it were when you first dated; loving and caring.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I saw your were shipping and was wondering if I could have one? My name is maisie, I'm 14, I'm 5'5, I have medium length strawberry blonde hair, and brown eyes. I'm pretty sarcastic, and a bit awkward when you first meet me. A lot of people say I'm "too nice" and usually fall for the wrong people. I love reading, and I'm obsessed with music and wish it was the 60's

i ship you with Ponyboy!! first of all, you’re the same age so that works lol. He enjoys your sarcasm and can relate to your awkwardness probably. Pony’s also genuinely nice like you. He loves to read and you guys could bond over music interests. And, well, he lived in the 60s so that would work ig haha.

Thanks for you request doll!:)

No Worries

Dean x Female Reader

Original Request: ifindyourlipssokisssable requested:  Hi! Could you make an imagine of deanxreader (they’re non-hunters & live Normal life) and get engaged but she fears him having a bachelor party w/ strippers and he comforts her so he wouldn’t want one anyway and it’s perfectly fine? Thanks so much🎇

Summary: Dean and reader were best friends. They fell off, but found each other again. A fluffy part one to this request.

Word Count: 1210

Warnings: nada. none. Well, it’s an AU if that counts.

A/N: It’s slow build up to the request. Hope you guys like it. Oh, and followers are greatly appreciated. :)


Dean Winchester was your best friend from the day you were born. John Winchester and your dad served together then worked together in the same garage, so they practically pushed you two to be best buds. With equal sarcasm and trouble-making antics, you and Dean were basically conjoined at the hip through childhood, while Dean’s little brother Sam ran behind. But things changed.

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