the first time i watched this scene i said nothing. i just shut up and watch the scene quietly

K-I-S-S-I-N-G - Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You have yet to experience your first kiss when you are cast as Peter Parker’s love interest in the upcoming Spiderman movie. It doesn’t help that your character is the one who initiates the kiss and that you like your costar, Tom.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I absolutely love Tom and Harrison’s friendship. In order to fit my idea for this imagine, I had to make Harrison kind of a jerk. So my apologies to anyone who would get offended over that. Harrison seems like a good person-please do not allow this fictional one shot determine how you see him.


“Rise and shine!” Someone shouted, their muffled voice ringing throughout your hotel room. You turned under your covers, planting your face into your warm pillow with a groan-not ready to start the day.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Another person insisted, knocking lightly on the door.

“Don’t make me come in there. Get up, you lazy butt.” The first voice threatened and the knocking got louder. You threw your warm covers off you and shouted back.

“I’m coming, Haz! No need to break down my door!” You replied. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Hurry up.” Harrison stated.

“Take your time.” Tom said.

“No, hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“We won’t be late.” The boys began to argue outside of your hotel door as you changed into decent clothes. You brushed your teeth quickly before combing out your hair.

“Are you ready yet?” Harrison asked impatiently. You opened your door with a tired smile. He sighed, “Finally!”

“We still have half an hour.” You stated, closing your door and beginning the walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“Y/N, I got you your coffee. Just the way you like it.” Tom said, handing you the hot cup. You smiled gratefully as you took it. He was always doing small things for you, such as getting you coffee almost daily as if he was your personal assistant.

“You’re a life saver. Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of it. You kissed his cheek, missing how his cheeks flared as you did so. The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped inside.

“Where are the others?” You asked.

“They’ve all got the day off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all are sleeping in.” Tom explained.

“I wish I could be that lucky. So are we shooting mainly our scenes today then?” Tom was the star of the movie, playing Peter Parker aka Spiderman. You were portraying the love interest of Peter, which meant the two of you had a lot of scenes together. You both got along great and that chemistry transitioned onto the screen. You would even dare to say you had a developing crush on the dorky British actor. And oh how Harrison loved to tease you about it. He was like the annoying older brother that teased you and you would fire right back at him.

“Can we stop for breakfast on the way to the studio?” Harrison asked, “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. Nice to meet you.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He replied.

“No, you love me.”


After getting breakfast for the three of you on the way there, you were sat in the makeup chair, having your artist begin applying makeup to your face. A smirking Harrison came towards you from where Tom was talking to the director.

“What’s got you all smug, Haz?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just figured out what scene you’re shooting today.” He beamed in excitement. You closed your eyes as your makeup artist began to do your eyeshadow.

“What scene would that be? Your cameo?”

“Nope.” Harrison replied, “Peter and Y/C/N’s kiss.” If your makeup artist hadn’t been working on your eyes, you were sure your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of kissing Tom, but it was that you had never kissed anyone before. A first kiss was something that little girls dreamed of and it had never happened to you. Now, you were being robbed of that experience because of your choice to become an actress. You knew you would have to kiss him eventually for the role since it was imbedded into the script that your characters would share one. It was even harder to think about the kiss because your character instigates it and not Peter.

“Really? The kiss scene already?” You questioned.

“Yep.” You could hear the joy in Harrison’s voice. Your makeup artist finished with your eyes and called it good. You thanked her and then grabbed your script, looking over the scene.

“Have fun with it. Shooting starts in ten.” He laughed even more smug than when he came over in the first place. A whole day of taunting was scheduled for you-you could just tell. You read over the scene again and again until the director called you into place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tom tried to calm you down as your makeup artist applied one last touch of chapstick to your lips.

“That’s very helpful.” You replied sarcastically.

“It’s just like any other kiss, except you’re kissing me.” He stated and the confusion immediately spread across his face-wondering exactly what he just said and why. You two got into position on the set that was your character’s room.

“And action!” The director called.

“I need to go.” Tom said.

“Why? You just got here.” You asked, as Tom moved towards “your” bedroom “door”.

“I-I-I need milk.” He replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not lying.” Tom stated in an unconvincing tone.

“Peter, we need to talk.” You said, standing from your desk.

“Maybe later, Y/C/N. I’m sorry-I’ve really got to go.” He put his hand on your door handle.

“Peter Parker, you listen to me right now.” You demanded and watched as his hand dropped. Your voice went into a whisper, “Are you Spiderman or is it a hobby of yours to get into fights and play with my feelings?”

“I-I-” Tom voiced. His voice and facial expressions clearly showing the internal conflict bubbling inside of Peter. “Yes.” He sighed, “But no one can know. Not Ned and especially not Aunt May.”

“How? How did this happen?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“It’s a long story. Just stay inside tonight, promise?” He replied, meeting your eyes. You were supposed to pull him in for a kiss by taking him either by the shirt or the back of his neck, but, instead, you sighed and looked away.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt and embarrassment eating you up. You felt guilty for ruining the otherwise great scene and you were embarrassed for letting your feelings get the better of you. It just didn’t feel right to you to initiate your first kiss with your cast mate in front of tons of cameras.

“Just take a breather. That was really good.” Tom stated. He was always the encouraging and supportive cast mate. If you struggled even in the slightest, he would be there to help you. You had spent several nights in each other’s hotel rooms, reading your lines and acting out scenes; but never once has this scene been brought up between you two.

“I’m good-I’m good. Let’s run this again.” You stated, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you could do it again. You and Tom went back to your original place to restart the scene.

“Action!” The director called and the cameras began to roll once more. The lines flowed from both of your mouths easily and then the important part came.

“Just stay inside, promise?” Tom asked. You inhaled a sharp breath before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. The moment your lips locked, your mind became clouded with thoughts. Was this what kissing felt like? Were you doing it right? What was Tom going to think? Did he think you were good? Was it too much? Was it convincing? There was a loud laugh from off set, making the director call cut.

“Harrison!” Tom shouted, breaking away from you. You closed your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides to process what had just happened. You had just experienced your first kiss-now you could never go back.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut Osterfield, you’re going outside.” The director said. Harrison nodded, trying to stifle his laughter.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny.” Tom added. Harrison was ordered to leave because his laughter was not stopping.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Tom.

“Don’t be. You did fine.” He replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t initiated a kiss in a while.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t bad. I just didn’t kiss back because it’s not scripted for Peter.”

“Let’s roll this again!” The director shouted.

By the tenth take of the scene, you and Tom had to focus on not laughing. It began to stop being uncomfortable and awkward, but it was still an unusual thing for you. You pulled him in for the kiss as scripted and he started to laugh against your lips, making you burst out in giggles as well.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny, Tom. Get a grip.” You teased while laughing all the same.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he tried controlling his laughter.

The last time you and Tom had to do the scene was by far the strangest one for you. It was written that you would kiss him and then, after a moment, he would begin to kiss you back-right as you pulled away. But all of that did not happen for the last take.

The moment his lips hit yours he began to kiss you back. It surprised you at first, but you continued with it. You pulled away from him.

“Go get ‘em, Peter.” You said quietly, finishing the scene.


“I am so going to beat you.” Harrison said cockily to Jacob as the two began to play a video game in Tom’s trailer.

“Tom’s going to be so pissed at us for drinking all of his Dr. Pepper.” Laura laughed, sitting down beside Zendaya on the couch.

“Hey, you drank the last one.” Zendaya stated.

“I called dibs before we got here, so technically it was Jacob.” She replied.

“No blaming me for anything.” Jacob said, his eyes glued to the large TV screen. The girls watched as the boys played their game, waiting for the last of their cast mates to arrive. It was a common thing for the cast that had finished their filming to wait in someone’s trailer before going back to the hotel or grabbing a bite to eat. This time, they had all snuck into Tom’s trailer and (im)patiently waited for you and him to arrive.

“It’s always your fault.” Harrison responded. Their ears perked up as they heard the trailer door open.

“It was fine-I promise.” Tom said, walking into the room with you following him. He sighed as he saw the four others sprawled in his living room area.

“Really? You lot couldn’t just go to your own trailers?” Tom asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You have the biggest TV.” Harrison and Jacob replied simultaneously.

“Your couch is comfy.” Zendaya shrugged.

“My trailer is the smallest.” Laura stated. Tom rolled his eyes, “Can we go to dinner now?”

“No! I have to beat him first.” Harrison exclaimed. Laura got up from his spot on the couch and stood in front of the TV, blocking their view. You rolled your eyes at the boys who tried to see around her. You picked up the remote and turned the TV off, much to Jacob and Harrison’s dismay.

“You’re no fun.” Harrison pouted.

“I’ve been filming all day. I am more tired than you can imagine. All I want to do is eat and sleep.” You stated, standing by Tom in the doorway.

“Are your lips tired too?” Harrison teased making a kissy face at you. You took one of Tom’s throw pillows and chucked it at him.

“Aw, man. Was that today? We missed the kiss scene?” Zendaya whined.

“You didn’t miss anything.” You said.

“It was so funny. They were terribly awkward about the whole thing.” Harrison stated with a laugh, “Was there any tongue?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tom, “Kissing burns 6 calories a minute. How many did you two burn today? How chapped are your lips?” He continued as the others began to laugh and Tom rolled his eyes, “What’s the flavor of Y/N’s lipgloss? Strawberry or vanilla?”

“Do it again.” Jacob encouraged.

“Yeah, do it for our friends.” Harrison taunted.

“Harrison-” Laura started, being the one who saw the upset look flash across your face.

“Can we drop this?” Tom asked, feeling slightly annoyed at his best friend.

“You guys go to dinner. I’ll just eat on my own tonight.” You said, turning and leaving the trailer with all eyes on you. Tom’s trailer was silent as everyone’s attention shifted to Harrison, who was now looking extremely worried and guilty. It wasn’t unusual for him to make slightly taunting jokes; normally you would give him sassy remarks. Laura and Tom made eye contact and she sent him a silent look that told him to go after you. Wordlessly, Tom left his friends and went to your trailer that wasn’t too far from his.

He knocked on your door quietly. He listened as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the door.

“Harrison?” You asked with a unsteady voice.

“The other one.” Tom replied. His heartbeat quickened as the door slowly opened. He felt a pain form inside him as he registered the red color of your eyes-you had been crying and it had been partially his fault.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, allowing him to enter. He shut the door behind him as you went back to your small kitchen. Tom followed you in there.

“Cereal for dinner?” He questioned, acknowledging the empty bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box on your counter.

“It’s all I’ve got.” You shrugged.

“May I join you?” Tom asked and you nodded, getting another bowl for him and a spoon. You two sat down at the table and began to eat the cereal in silence.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison was saying.” Tom spoke up, breaking the quiet air.

“It’s not your fault.” You replied, “I’m just sensitive about it.”

“Why would you be sensitive about kissing?” It was an innocent question-he meant no harm. You paused for a moment before answering.

“Because I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I’ve never kissed anyone. Today was difficult because I had to initiate it and I had no clue what I was doing.” You said in a hushed tone. Tom’s spoon clattered as it fell into his bowl.

“You-you’ve never been kissed-like ever?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s the meaning of never, is it not?” You replied dryly. “I already feel foolish as it is. I don’t need you, Harrison, or anyone else mocking me for it.”

“No-no-I’d never.” Tom stated, “I was just confused because earlier today when we were-ya know-kissing, it didn’t seem like you were that inexperienced.”

“So you’re saying I didn’t completely suck? Thanks.” You commented back sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, you still need practice, but it’s only because you’ve never done it before. You are a good kisser-I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It probably would have been better if I kissed back as well.”

“What did you just say? You wouldn’t mind kissing me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Tom paused, “The truth is: I really like you. I was excited then and I’m excited now to have you play Peter’s love interest.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again either.” You replied with a shy smile on your face. Tom placed one of hands on the side of your cheek and drew you into him, planting his lips on yours.

You have probably kissed him at least twenty times today, but it’s different than those kisses. There is a spark in it and it’s filled with emotion and passion. It’s not acting, it’s real. You pulled away breathless, feeling your lips buzz.

“Now that was a kiss.” You said.

“And I plan on doing it a lot more.” Tom mumbled against your lips, locking them with his in another kiss.

Speak Up

// In which Justin interrupts Y/N’s tlc time //

*Contains Mature Content*


I made my way into my apartment with a sigh of relief as I set my purse on the counter and slid off my heels. Work as been kicking my ass so hard for the past month that, I’ve barely been able to have anytime to myself. With a big client wanting to be in partnership with the business, it was a struggle to come up with compromise that everyone would be satisfied with.

It was either the stress work has put on my or just my general desperation for relief but, regardless of the reason, I was on a whole new level of sexual frustration. Not getting off in weeks has left me on the edge.
With work stressing me out and having me up all night writing up new contracts, my whole social life was lagging. If I didn’t have time for a lunch date with a friend, I definitely wasn’t able have one of my usual hook ups come by. I’m not going to lie, this past couple of months has been a dry spell. Since none of my boys could come through, I wasn’t afraid of taking matters into my own hands, literally.

Not wasting any time, I stripped off the dress I wore to the office.
Already soaking through my panties, I rubbed gently over the lace. The soft fabric pressed against my clit making my legs shake already. As I continued to tease myself, I unclasped my bra and and kneaded my breast with my unoccupied hand. Unable to take the the teasing, I pulled off my panties and sprawl out on the bed.

I sucked on a finger before making contact with my wet pussy. I hissed at the amazing feeling of touching myself as my finger entered me slowly. After adjusting, I wasted no time to work myself up. A minute later, I had two finger scissoring myself open, moaning loudly for what was to come. With a familiar rhythm, I whined as almost hit that spot inside that makes me see white. Knowing that I was stretched, I forced myself to pull my fingers out and get my pink vibrator from the top draw of the bedside table.

I moaned when the cold pink silicone rubbed perfectly against my clit. Unable to hold back any longer, I started working the toy into myself at a fast rhythm. Letting my mind wander as I pleasured myself, I started to imagine myself with someone else. My fantasies went from man to man before settling on Justin.

He may be my close friend but he was more than just that. His pure charm and shameless sex appeal has lead me to want more than just friendship. Too often, I’ve imagine him come to my office and bend me over my desk in the middle of work or fuck me in the bathroom when we go clubbing together. I just want him around me. I want him in me. I just want him.

My pussy soaked as I imagined him between my legs, feasting upon me. I screamed his name as I thought of grabbing him by his newly blonde hair and holding on as he makes me feel pleasure levels never reached before. I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me hard as I moaned into my pillow. I had a few minutes of imagining and I was so fucking close. I squeezed you eyes together tightly when I found I bundle of nerves. Holding the vibrator in place, I turned it on and let out a scream as it pulses against my g spot. Just as I screamed, I heard knocking at the door. I prayed to god that the person will go away as, I quickly fuck the toy into myself imaging it was Justin’s cock.

The pounding on the door continue so I found it impossible focus on my pleasure. I couldn’t push myself over the edge with someone bothering me so, at the brink of my well deserved orgasm, I pulled out and turned off the vibrator leaving it on the bed for me to come back to.

At the next round of knocks that assaulted the door, I screamed that I was coming (but not in the way that I truly wanted). Putting on nothing but a big t shirt and cotton shorts you angrily opened the front door.

“Hey! It took you long enough to open the door,” your best friend, Justin said as he pulled you in for a hug before letting himself in. My vision blurred after realizing that while I had less than pure thoughts about him, he was right outside my door.

“Hey?” I look up confused up at him as he sets down all the stuff he was carrying onto the counter.

“I know you have been so busy at work and this is your only day off of work so I decided to stop by. It’s been a minute since we’ve chilled so I picked up a pizza and some movies,” he shrugged. Justin was known for stopping by unexpectedly but, not usually without a thirty minute warning text. I looked him up and down and mentally groaned because his appearance was both a blessing and a curse. With ripped up jeans and a plain shirt that showcased his body just right, the only thing I wanted to do was get on my knees.

“You okay?” he asked. When he set the box of pizza on the coffee table in the living room.

“Yeah,” I nodded. ‘No’, I actually thought. “Um, Justin-” I started in a pleading voice at the fact that I had more important matters at hand.

“You sure? You look properly fucked right now,” suddenly, a smirk lit up his face, “Y/N were you getting dick while I was at the door? Because I can leave if some dude is in your bed right now jerking off,” Justin held his hands up in surrender. The cocky smile on his face made me want to sit on it just to shut him up.

“Fuck off. The only guy in my apartment is you and unless you get into my bed with your cock out, all of your allegations would false,” I rolled my eyes.

“Damn, if I knew that’s how you wanted me, I would have showed up naked. But just so you know know, It’s never too late to have a taste of the bieberconda,” he grabbed at his bulge while licking his lips playfully.

“Drink bleach,” I glared at him before going into the kitchen for some water to cool me off, his cackle ghosted into the air like he was a damn comedian.

“Alright so there’s Netflix and I brought Spider-Man 2, Beyond the Lights, Breaking Dawn Part 2, fast and Furious 6, Lady and the Tramp, Mission Impossible, 50 Shades of-” Justin listed.  

“50 Shades,” I called out because if I weren’t going to be getting off anytime soon, at least I could watch someone else.  Internally, I grimaced as I walked over to the couch with my shorts rubbing me in every right way with every step I took.

“You’ve always been so kinky,” Justin winked.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes then tossed a pillow at him as he put the movie into the DVD player. After starting the movie, Justin took his position as the big spoon behind me on the couch. With his arm wrapped around my waist and my butt pressed against his crotch, I regretted choosing this movie as the first erotic scene plays on the screen.

My eyes devoured the scene in front of my, imagining that that was I being dominated. Justin, who had been making comments about the terrible acting earlier, was now silent as the two of us watched the movie unfold. By the third sex scene, I was so embarrassingly wet that it would probably show through my shorts.

Squirming at the thought, I shifted back slightly. When I was pressed up firmly against Justin there was no mistaking the way he moaned out and the gripping of his hands as he held you in place.

“Please stop moving,” he rasped out, his cock twitching as it pressed against me. Everything inside of me wanted to challenge him and ask ‘or what’ but before I got the chance, he spoke again. “I, um- this is a bit awkward,” Justin laughed in my ear. This wasn’t the first time Justin has popped a boner while cuddling but this time there is a very slim chance of it going away on its own with what was being played on the screen.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Justin excused himself as he moved from behind me and made his way into my bedroom, where the bathroom was connected.

I watched as he entered the hallway and he walked into the bedroom. It wasn’t until I paused the movie, that I realized my fatal mistake. “Wait Justin!” I yelled as I set remote down and ran into my room after him. There Justin was, at the edge of my bed staring at the vibrator I left on the sprawled covers.

“Is this what you were doing before I got here?” Justin asked, turning to me with blown pupils, my body inched away from his.

“Justin,” I groaned from embarrassment.

“I asked you a question,” He ignored my protest while looking looking me up and down before meeting my eyes again like I was his prey. Just from the look of his face, I could feel myself drip a little more into my shorts.

“Yes,” I said quietly, never breaking the eye contact. With my single worded answer, Justin was pressing me to the wall with his lips on mine.

“Did you cum, baby?” He asked, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He squeezed at the handfuls of ass he was holding, waiting for my answer.

“No.” At that next single word, I was pinned down to bed with Justin grinding filthily into my burning hot center.

“I’ll change that,” Justin promised, taking off my shorts.  

“God, you’re soaking, Y/N,” he said in awe. Without warning, he spread my shaking legs open and pressed his finger against my clit. I arched my back and yelled out a string of cuss words.

“Shhh baby,” he kissed me fondly trying to distract me from the much bigger finger entering me. He moved around slowly making me cry out for him to do something.

“Please Justin,” I begged as he teased two fingers inside of me. Not being familiar with this part of my body, he changed angles until he found the one location that make me scream the loudest yet. Once he found that spot, he purposely avoided it, depriving you of the intense pleasure you could be feeling. “Fuck Justin, please,” I whimpered into my hands.

“Who were you thinking about when you were on your own?” He asked while pounding his fingers inside of me. I bit at my bottom lip as he continued to work me open. I didn’t answer when he asked me for the second time, earning me to be flipped on my stomach with my ass in the air.

“You’re not getting shit until you speak up,” Justin slapped my ass before rubbing it better. I let out a hiss as I rocked back and forth trying to get my fingers back inside me. I screamed out when I felt the buzz of my vibrator against my clit again.

“Who. Were. You. Thinking. About.” Between each word, Justin slapped my ass before finally turning the toy up a notch, making my arms collapse beneath me.

“You,” I whined. I shook as Justin’s arm around my waist held my ass up in the air and he continued to drag the vibrator up and down my center.

“Me doing what?” He asked as he put the toy down and his fingers back inside of me.

“Shit, Justin,” I moaned out when both fingers met my spot.

“What was I doing, Y/N?”

“Eating me out!” I finally confessed, as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. Without further conversation, Justin leaned down and licked a stripe up my center before flipping me back on my back and fucking his tongue into me. My hands instantly latched into his blonde hair and pushed his head further into me. He moaned while sloppily eating me up.

“Justin- I- I need to-” I tried to warned but when his finger met my spot one final time as he sucked on my clit, I was done for.

An orgasm like I have never felt before torn through me and left me shaking as I came down from my euphoric state.

After recovery, I switched our positions. As soon as his boxers were down and I got my hands around him, he was panting. My small brown hand vastly contrasting his pale skin. I pumped his cocked but decided to tease by blowing on the tip.

“Fuck Y/n,”

“Yes?” I asked before mouthing and kitten licking the head. Justin let out a groan and thrust his hips up. I tsked in disapproval and used one hand to hold his waist down and the other to pump slowly on his cock as I got more of him into my mouth.

“God you’re gagging on it” I moaned sending vibrations up his cock. I let my hand slide from his waist to his balls then gave a squeeze and he was done for.

He didn’t even have a chance to warn before he was coming down my throat. He rode out his orgasm by thrusting shallowly into my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed at how fast he came. He looked down on me when I didn’t reply. His eyes met mine as  I swallowed the cum I was holding in my mouth.

“Fuck get up here,” he pulled me on top of him and kissed me lazily. My taste of his lips, his taste on mine.

“So what other movies did you bring?” I asked.

“Avengers, Hunger Games, the Friends box set,” he hummed.

“Movies or round two?”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he kissed me again while grabbing at my ass.


i’ve been holding on to this bad boy for a while so i hope you enjoyed it! i’m taking requests so, send them in - drea💫

Like a Dream(P.7)

Title: Like a Dream(P.7)
Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader
Warnings: Fluff.
Summary: Y/N lands the role of Peter Pan’s romantic interest in a movie-version of Once Upon a Time and Robbie tries to convince his co-actors that he doesn’t have the slightest interest in his new female counterpart.

I was the first on set the next morning, which was surprising considering how late I had stayed at Robbie’s last night. We had played video games most of the night, laughing and talking the whole time. Occasionally, he would lean over to capture my lips in a kiss, smiling shyly when he pulled away. I always giggled some when he apologized, reassuring him that he didn’t need to be sorry. 

Still, I had woken up early, maybe because I was excited to see him this morning, even if we had to pretend we weren’t stealing kisses when no one was around or flirting behind the cameras. 

The director made his way over to me once he saw me walk in, handing me the script for this weeks film schedule, giving me a bit of an apologetic look. “I know how nerve wrecking yesterday’s scene was.” 

I nodded, blushing a slight bit, but I didn’t response at first. “There’s going to be another scene like that this week.” He continued and I didn’t feel the fear I felt last time they told me this. Now that me and Robbie had admitted how we felt, it wouldn’t be hard to kiss him in front of the cameras. Or do more then kiss him. 

“Does Robbie know yet?” I asked, flipping open the script. 

The director cleared his throat, taking the papers from me to find a certain page. “No, but…it won’t be involving Robbie this time.” He handed the pages back before rushing past me to hand the scripts over to a few other cast members who walked in. 

I ran my eyes over the pages, they widened in shock as I spun around, blushing brightly when Colin stood behind me. “I’m guessing you just read the same page I was shown?” He asked, raising a brow. 

My head nodded furiously, but I didn’t answer him, my cheeks were bright red and my throat practically closed itself. “Do you want me to talk to them?” 

“Oh.” I frowned a bit, scanning the page once more. “N-No, it’s fine. It’s part of the movie, right? I signed up knowing I might have some scenes like this. I-I’ll be alright.” I smiled at him to reassure him that it was okay. 

Colin smiled back before patting my back as he walked passed. “Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can film around it.” 

I nodded and watched him walk away before spinning back around, my eyes searching for Robbie. I just wanted to talk to him before they handed him the script. He showed up a bit later then everyone else and I quickly tackled him into a nearby storage room, the script held tightly in my hand as I shut the door. 

He laughed a bit, his lips finding mine in the dark before I found the light switch and kissed him back. He pulled back, grinning some. “Miss me? Weren’t we supposed to be discreet?” 

I gave a small smile myself and let him wrap his arms around me. “I promise we will, but…I needed to tell you something, or…show you it actually.” 

He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowing some. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Have you gotten the script yet?” I asked, holding it behind my back, avoiding his eyes. 

“Not yet, you tackled me before I could get anything for today.” He laughed, but his smile fell from his face. “Wait, are they making you leave, cause if they are I will say something, trust me.” 

I shook my head quickly. “No! Nothing like that, but…Well…Here read it.” I handed over the booklet and bit my lower lip as he gave me a confused look before taking it into his hands to read it quietly. 

He kept his brows knitted together, a frown etched on his face before handing me the script back. “No big deal, it’s just acting.” He replied, his frown quickly turning into a smile, but something told me it was somewhat forced. 

“You’re…gonna be okay with it?” I asked carefully, rolling the papers up in my hands. 

“Yeah, of course! Besides, we can’t say anything, we have to keep this a secret. Stay professional.” He opened the closet door and let me walk out first before following after me, grabbing one of the scripts from a stand nearby. “Besides, Colin is a bit older then you.” 

Robbie chuckled some, turning to face me as he winked. “I don’t think I have to worry to much about him trying to steal you away, right?” 

I grinned back at him, shaking my head. “He couldn’t even if he was our age, Robbie.” I looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone in the area before reaching up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “Meet me at my place after, okay?” 

He smiled, nodding before making his way backstage to get ready for filming. I watched him walk away and smiled a bit to myself. “So what was that kiss about?” The voice made me jump to the side, my eyes wide as I spun around, sending Parker a bit of a glare. 

“What kiss?” 

The blonde grinned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t give me that nonsense. If you won’t tell me, I’ll go talk to Robbie, he’s not good at keeping things from me.”

I swatted at him. “Keep your voice down, kay? Don’t say anything…” My cheeks heated a bit, my gaze on the ground. “We’re…kinda dating, but it has to be a secret.”

“I knew it!” He grinned. “Ow!” 

I pulled my hand back from smacking him on the chest, my brows knitted together. “I said be quiet, it’s a secret, sheesh!” 

“You don’t have to get all violent.” He grumbled, smirking a bit. He flicked me lightly on the nose and then moved past me to go into wardrobe. “I told him you felt the same way.” 

Clearing my throat, I refused to respond to his remark, making my way over to hair and makeup. We had a single scene to film today, just an argument between Akira and Pan and then tomorrow it seemed we would begin the scenes that led up to the heated moment between Akira and Hook. 

Robbie had come over later on that day and we both got ready for the interview that the cast had tonight. Now we were both sitting beside each other with Killian to my right and Parker next to Robbie. 

Lana was also supposed to be here tonight, but something came up, so I ended up being the only girl there. I did my best not to reach over to grab Robbie’s hand, my stomach swirling in nerves.

The group of people were asking questions one by one, firing them off like gunshots, it was hard to keep up, but there were lots of laughs from all of us. 

“Alright, but let’s ask the real questions here, okay?” One girl said, grinning as she held onto the microphone. “Robbie and Y/N…When are you going to start dating??”

We both looked at each other, a grin on his face, a blush on mine before Robbie brought his microphone up to his mouth. “Me and Y/N are great friends, which how can you not be with someone as fun as her, right? But we both agree that that is all it is, so…if you are all waiting on that news of dating, you might be a bit disappointed.” He winked over at the crowd and I caught a small smirk on Parker’s face as he pulled his microphone up to his mouth. 

“I think what Robbie means is, they’ll throw that dating news out once the film is released.” Parker laughed, making Colin join in, waggling his eyebrows at the crowd. 

“Parker fails to mention how excited it would make him if that were true. I think he’s the creator of the Robbie/Y/N ship.” I added, laughing along with Robbie and a few in the crowd. 

“Isn’t it hard not to develop some feelings for each other, considering the heated scenes that Peter and Akira have together?”

Robbie laughed lightly. “If we went by the feelings of our characters, I think myself and Y/N might hate each other more then we liked each other. Besides, there will be other heated scenes in the movie, it won’t just be Peter and Akira.”

Colin grinned a bit, nodding some. “Oh yeah, you guys are in for quite some twists and turns in this movie, but we can’t give away anymore of that.”

“I SHIP YOU AND Y/N.” Someone yelled from the back when Colin was done talking. The entire cast burst out laughing, though Robbie seemed a bit more tense about his then the rest of them. 

Colin leaned over, reaching past me to take Robbie’s hand. “I’m sorry, loves. My heart is taken!” 

The Brit burst out laughing, pulling his hand from Colin and pretending to make smoochy faces at him. I giggled in the middle of them, truly enjoying the whole ordeal. “Kiss!” Someone else yelled and Colin and Robbie both leaned in, but instead of kissing each other, they winked and moved to the side, both their lips pressing firmly against either side of my cheeks. 

I instantly became a blushing puddle of giggles as I melted into my seat, laughing with the others. “What was your favorite scene to film so far, Y/N?” 

The first thought that came to mind was the scene I just filmed with Robbie. his lips on mine, trailing down my neck. It took everything for me not to blush and bite my lip. I grinned. “I really think I enjoyed the scene where Akira first gets her horns. There’s a small glimpse of it in the trailer, but the whole scene leading up to that was quite fun to act out.” 

“Oh yeah!” Parker laughed, sitting up. “I like that scene too, no, no, it’s a great fight scene and you really get a glimpse into how dark of a character Akira actually is.”

“I think Y/N just likes that scene cause she gets to bat Colin around a bit.” Robbie grinned, winking at the dark haired male. 

Colin smirked. “Aye, I think she’s gonna bat me around a lot more then that, Pan.” He said in his deep, ‘Hook’ voice, making the crowd erupt in hoots and hollers, leaving Robbie with a small glare, though he played it off quickly as a joke. 

“I heard there’s gonna be a Felra kiss in the movie, can you confirm that?” 

Parker grinned, leaning over the table a bit. “I can’t confirm nor deny that Felix and Akira will get their own bit of romance in the movie, but I will make sure this ship sets sail!” 

“Dream on.” Robbie laughed. “Felix is to loyal to kiss Pan’s Queen, but if he did…I’m sure Pan would have a brutal punishment for him.” 

Robbie made his voice sound dark and husky when he said punishment, leaving him and Parker laughing as the girls in the crowd once again erupted into cheers. 

“Y/N, I think all these girls in the room are envious of the part you’re playing and all the fun you get to have with these three handsome men. Is it hard to keep your feelings professional on set?” 

My gaze caught Robbie’s for a moment and I smirked slightly before turning back to the girl who asked the question. “Not at all! Parker always steals my food and Colin always hides somewhere and scares me.” I turned my gaze to Robbie. “And Robbie and I are just really good friends, so, it’s easy to keep things professional.” 

The questions and laughs continued, at one point Robbie and Parker had a mini ‘duel’ with wooden swords as they battled for some Akira romance. In the end, we all said our goodbyes and headed off stage. 

I said a quick goodbye to my cast members, smiling over at Robbie. “My door is open, if you want to come by tonight.” I said, once Parker and Colin went off on their own. 

Robbie grinned, tugging me into him to place a kiss on my lips. “I’ll take you up on that offer. I’m bored of acting so professional around you…friend.” He murmured the last word against my earlobe, nipping the thin flesh once before winking at me, walking off towards the parking lot.

We Never Disappoint

Jungkook x reader x Jimin

Genre: smut/fluff? (Sorry I tried my best)

Words: 2,840

Request: HELLO since your requests are open, and you are my fav smutwriter… i want to request a threesome(readerxjiminxjungkook)… blushes …. idk maybe one of them is your boyfriend.. or you are all friends… can the reader be very shy? a lot of eating pls! smutty af but fluffy too.. i dont like when they are too rough you know..

“So like I was saying….”

Your thoughts trailed off into a wonderland of emptiness. Your head was in the palm of your hand while you listened to Jimin talk. Everything about him was absolutely perfect and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Jimin was one of your best friends, and you could go to him about any and everything. Every time you stared at him he looked like a God in your eyes. It’s was big comparison, but if he wasn’t a God, then he definitely wasn’t far from it.

The busy noises of the food court had drowned out long ago, and all you could do was stare at his lips. His full, plump, pink lips. You were too much of a shy girl to ever make a move, but it never hurt to think about it.

“Are you listening?” Your eyes shot open when you heard Jimin’s voice raise to get your attention. You blinked a few times to regain focus and slightly shook your head to take the forbidden thoughts out of your mind.

“Yeah, you were saying- um..” You tried desperately to figure out the last thing that you heard come from his mouth, but all you could think about were things that weren’t very appropriate to say in the food court of a mall.

“Exactly. You really need to pay attention,” Jimin sighed. Your shoulders slacked in defeat and your head hung low once you saw him pull out his phone and advert his full attention to it. You brought your head back up a second later to search for Jungkook, your other best friend, who had ventured out to buy food for the three of you. You spotted him making his way towards the table and smiled at the thought of food filling your empty stomach.

“Finally,” you gasped loudly, making Jimin look up at the plastic bags filled with plates of food being sat on the table. You waisted no time in grabbing the bags to release the plates of food and indulge in the tasty flavors.

“So, what happened while I was gone?”

“Y/N has a hard time listening to people. I found that out while you were gone.” Jimin answered the question for you and looked at your face; your mouth open with food to answer the question previously asked, but Jimin had obviously beat you to it. Your brows furrowed in frustration when you saw Jimin eye you in a cold way. Did he really take this seriously? It’s not like you did this every time you went out with the two of your friends.

“Not surprised, she does it every time we all hang out.” Ok, maybe you did do it every time you went out, but it was never this bad right?
You looked at Jungkook with your mouth still open. Your eyes were now filled with confusion and slight rage from Jungkook’s comment.

“Close your mouth. Don’t be rude,” Jimin snorted. Your head snapped to the side to look at Jimin once again. He had a disgusting look on his face that soon turned into playfulness as he smiled at you.

“I’m kidding, but you have something on your mouth.” You watched as Jimin reached across the table to wipe the corner of your mouth. You so desperately wanted his hands on other parts of your body, but you kept cool as he retracted his hand to resume eating his meal.

The three of you left the mall to walk back to your apartment. The time difference between your home and the mall was only 10 minutes, so the journey back to your warm and cozy apartment wasn’t too bad. There were people just about everywhere. Kids chased each other, cars sped past yellow lights, and middle aged adults talked about boring stuff no one else cares about.

Once you all finally reached your apartment, you hurriedly unlocked the door to be greeted by the heat that filled the air. You quickly closed the door and began taking off your coat, as did Jimin and Jungkook.

“What do you guys want to do?” You asked while you walked over to your couch to rest your muscles for a bit. “We could play some games, listen to music, I mean, we could do whatever,” you explained. You sat and closed your eyes and enjoyed the quiet sound of your home.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Jimin offered. You opened your eyes and saw smiles on Jungkook and Jimin’s faces, and that made you think that something sketchy was going on. But you didn’t say anything, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Ok, just let me change first.” You got up from the couch and walked to your room to change into a loose t-shirt and cotton shorts in order to be completely comfortable. When you came out of your bedroom and headed to the living room, you saw the two men sat on the couch with space in between them.

“Sit here,” Jungkook instructed. You followed his order and sat down in between your two best friends and began to watch the movie that they entered. To be quite honest, you didn’t really like the movie that they had chosen. It was something about a girl and her lover, who turns her into an assassin, but you really couldn’t follow the boring plot.

The three of you were going great and getting along while watching the movie, until a sex scene, something everyone dreads, appeared on the screen. You weren’t too comfortable with sex, so your reflexes told you to look away. You forcefully closed your eyes while you turned your head away, forgetting to block your ears while hearing the moans and groans of the two actors. You heard Jimin laughing next to you, making you extremely uncomfortable.

“Y/N, it’s just a movie,” Jungkook said. Jimin’s laugh had gotten louder, and it seemed like he couldn’t stop. “Jimin! Shut up!” He half giggled. You opened your eyes to see the scene intensify and looked around, with a flat, unchanging expression.

“It’s not funny!” You whined. You pouted and looked straight ahead back to the movie.

“I know, I know,” Jimin could barely control himself, “ but you’re just so innocent!”

You still pouted as you looked over and saw Jungkook now laughing just as hard on the floor. You couldn’t have felt more embarrassed in your life. They already knew that you weren’t as out in the open about sex, and hadn’t had your first time yet, so them laughing at you made you feel so lame and such a prude.

The sex scene was still playing as the laughter of your two best friends died down and made their ways back to the couch. You noticed that Jungkook laid a hand on your knee once he calmed down. You thought at first that it was just a place to put his hand, but when he started to make his way up your thigh, your heart dropped and you started to get nervous.

“Wh- what are you doing?” You asked in a light and slightly frightened tone. You weren’t ready for anything that you thought was going to happen.

“Shh, I’m trying to watch the movie,” Jungkook warned. Your attention was fully glued to his hand, now starting to make its way to your waist where your shorts tightly grasped your hips. His hand dived down into your shorts, and you could feel the warmth of his hand immediately. You didn’t bother to put on panties when you changed, because you figured you wouldn’t need them. You quietly cursed yourself for not putting them on.

You looked over at Jungkook who kept looking at the screen while his hand was busy. As soon as he was about to start his ministrations on your clit, you knew you had to stop him one way or another. You tightly grabbed his forearm which made his head turn to the side to look at you.

“Jungkook, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you tried to whisper. Jungkook looked at you dead in the eye as his lips pressed into a tight line.

“You know what I’m trying to do. It’ll feel good, I promise,” he urged.

“I- I still don’t know.” You stumbled over your words, attempting to mask the already evident reluctance that you exhibited. Your grip on his forearm became tighter and your heart raced rapidly. You had totally forgot about Jimin, that was until he was now on his knees in front of you. His finger went under your chin to raise it so that he could bring your face close to his.

“Just relax, we’ll take care of you, Y/N.” You could feel Jimin’s breath skim across your lips. They were already irritated from you biting them; it was a nervous habit that you had. Nonetheless, you found yourself feeling very awkward in the situation.

It had nothing to do with not wanting them, but you had no experience what so ever. You had no problem with sex being taboo, and you actually wanted it to stay that way. It just wasn’t something that you thought was a good conversation starter, let alone anyone else’s business.

Jimin’s lips were dangerously close to yours. By this time, Jungkook was already running his fingers up and down your wet slit, paying close attention to your clit. You wanted so desperately to stop whatever was happening to avoid further embarrassment for your lack of experience, but all you did was grab at Jungkook’s arm.

“We’ll take great care of you,” Jungkook emphasized. His lips came down to caress the skin on your neck while he started to rub his fingers over your clit. Trails of his saliva were stuck to your skin while his lips moved to your shoulder. His mouth came back up to suck on the skin of your neck in different spots. There was no doubt that you would wake up to hickies on your neck.

“Jungkook, this isn’t right,” you started. These were your best friends and you found it out of place to do anything like this with them. “Seriously, I don’t think I can,” you tried to explain. Jimin still sat in front of you with his lips as close as they had been this entire time. He was staring down at your lips as they trembled with fear and uncertainty.

You didn’t dare to make a move. You were so nervous about what was going on that the only thing you could do was let yourself slowly get used to the situation. Jimin kept staring at your lips as they slightly parted from Jungkook pleasuring you. You were stuck in an unimaginable and confusing place.

“Come on baby, just one little peck,” Jimin convinced. You mimicked his expression and looked down at his soft, plump, pink lips. They were just the right size and looked like they would fit yours perfectly. You inched forward to close the little space that was between the two of you, and softly pecked his lips before backing away to allow the same space to come between you and Jimin’s lips.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, huh?” Looking up into his eyes was the worst thing that you could have possibly done. His eyes were putting some kind of spell on you and as Jungkook entered a finger inside of your wet pussy, you could do nothing but groan out of ecstasy.

You noticed Jimin licking his lips as his hands rose to massage your breasts over your shirt. Your nipples had gotten harder and peaked through the thin material. Another moan came from your throat as Jungkook pumped his finger in and out of you.

Jungkook took his free hand and pulled up at the hem of your shirt to tell you to take it off. You did just that, and soon felt your shirt slowly being pulled off by Jimin as he licked the skin from under your belly button all the way down to your clit. He delicately licked at the swollen bud and looked like he was having fun doing it. You could tell he loved your reactions and loved the way you tried to restrain the sounds that so desperately wanted to come out.

“Can you take another one?” You heard Jungkook ask. You didn’t say or do anything in response because you didn’t know what to say. How were you able to tell if you were able to take two of his slim fingers pumping in and out of you?
He took your silence as an answer and delved another one of his digits into you. You gasped at the feeling of being stretched and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the fingers that brought you so much satisfaction.

Your hands started gripping your hair once Jimin wrapped his lips around you clit and sucked so tenderly at the bud. You felt like you were going to explode, until he moved his tongue down just above Jungkook’s fingers. You bit your lips and forced your eyes to close even tighter as you blocked the noises that your two best friends threatened you to release.

“I know it feels good, so let it out,” Jimin spoke against your pussy. “I want to hear you. So does he.” You tried your absolute best to ease yourself into loosening up, but that all failed when Jungkook entered a third finger at the same time that Jimin licked at your clit, and took it lightly in between his lips to suck harshly on it again. You let out a dragged moan that filled the air of your apartment.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Please,” Jungkook begged and whined. “Do it again, I wanna hear your voice.” All of a sudden you felt a huge buildup of euphoria in the pit of your tummy. It quickly burst and was reaching out into your entire body. Your walls clenched around Junkook’s fingers and your clit throbbed while still in Jimin’s mouth as the pleasure washed over your body to the point where you couldn’t control what you felt anymore.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.”

Nothing but inaudible noises came from out of your mouth once your orgasm subsided. You heard belt buckles and pants fall to the ground as you recollected yourself. You then felt Jimin’s body rise while your legs were around him, as Jungkook’s fingers slipped out of you. You could no longer feel how needy you were until you felt Jimin’s cock enter your pussy in such a way that made you feel completely full and satisfied. You could tell that he was needing your walls to surround his length as he brought his hips forward and backwards to make the both of you feel good.

“Jimin, I can only take so much,” you managed to gasp in between his thrusts. You felt your tummy tighten once again, but not before your mouth was suddenly filled with Junkook’s lengthy cock. Your head was turned to the side with his hands behind your neck to have you take more of him. He whined at the feeling of wanting your mouth around his dick, and when your eyes started to water from how deep he was reaching, he grabbed at you hair and began pumping himself with your mouth.

You griped at his shirt desperately, because it was something there to hold onto. Jimin’s hips snapped sharply into yours as you heard the sounds of your skin meeting his. He roughly groaned your name as you felt him twitch inside of you, then release his cock to shoot hot lines of cum onto your torso.

You puckered your lips and hollowed your cheeks as you knew Jungkook was on his edge. And as you kept moving your hips up to meet Jimin’s fingers rimming your sensitive hole to get off, you felt Jungkook thrust into your mouth only to shoot his cum down your throat. You slid your mouth off of his cock with a ‘pop’ and breathed in fresh air as you braced yourself for another orgasm.

You bit your lip and moaned out as soon as your mouth opened once again. Jimin was now toying with your hole, licking his fingers after dipping them into you while you reached your peak.

It took you a few minutes to finally calm down from what you had endured. You were surprised that you allowed them to touch you in places you hadn’t even explored yourself. You felt the nervousness come back as Jimin and Jungkook adjusted themselves and sat on the couch to relax.

“Told you we would take care of you,” Jungkook stated as he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You breathed in deeply to catch your already unsteady breath. You felt Jimin’s hand intertwine with yours as he gave it a light squeeze.

“Yeah, we never disappoint.”

More than this - Stiles Stilinski / Theo Raeken {part 9}

*gif is not mine, found through google image search*

[part 1-8 (Masterlist)]

A/N: Hey guys, again sorry for the long wait, i have soo much on my plate right now and i still need to finish a request. I know i know, you guys miss Stiles but in this chapter, there is no direct Stiles x Reader interaction, BUT he is mentioned and IT’S IMPORTANT for the following chapter! So don’t skip this if you’re just here for Stiles. For those who are disappointed with the lack of Stiles x Reader, please be aware that this is a journey (omg i sound like a show writer i hate myself lol i’m jeff) Don’t worry guys, i love you to pieces.

Warnings: None, fluff, fluff FLUFF. (okay kiinda a subtle mention of sex ya know me)

(y/d/n) = your dad’s name

I was lying on my bed, head on Theo’s chest and our legs entangled. We we’re watching a movie on Netflix together. After the party, Theo decided to stay over because my parents weren’t home for the weekend, so we spent the whole Saturday together. It was now Sunday morning, and tomorrow the holidays would begin. No school, god bless.

Theo drew little circles with his fingers on my back while I was quietly sniffling at the sad scene in the movie. I didn’t like romance movies that much, I preferred horror, thriller, that kind of stuff. But when I did watch a romantic movie and the scene was sad, I usually cried like a baby. By the time the credits were rolling I was practically bawling.

“Oh my god Babygirl, I didn’t think you’d get so emotional.” Theo chuckled, rubbing my back.

“Shut up! It was heartbreaking okay? Can you imagine how her life will be, now that she lost him forever?” I tried to wipe the tears away but it didn’t work, since new tears were already running down my face.

“Stop crying (y/n), I can’t stand it when you’re upset.” He said, pulling me into his arms even more, hugging me more tightly.

Theo sweetly kissed my head and kept rubbing my back in a soothing manner. It took a few minutes and I stopped crying, feeling rather tired now all cuddled up, the only thing I heard was Theo’s steady heartbeat and his slow breathing.

But as soon as I felt like falling asleep, he broke the silence.

“Do you ever wonder…how we ended up like this? I mean, at the beginning it was supposed to be a casual hook-up. And got me wrapped around your little finger.” Taking my finger in his hands, he playfully bit it, making me laugh.

“Well, I am glad we ended up like this. That it’s not just a one-time thing.” I stated, touching his cheek.

“Me too.” He said with a serious smile on his face, pure adoration in his eyes.

Since my parents would come home soon, the two of us decided that it would be the best if Theo left. I helped him gather up all his things and led him to our front door. He swung his overnight bag on his shoulder and stood in the doorframe, ready to head home.

“So..this was nice. I mean, the weekend together.” He mumbled, a shy smile on his face.

“Yes yes it was. I liked spending so much time with you. In bed for example.” I grinned, taking a step further.

“Oh that’s what you’re thinking about.” He smirked. “Well, now that you’re on the family trip for the next week, you will unfortunately have to wait for it.” I shivered at the way he let his fingers glide over my forearm, the desire in his eyes making me blush.

“How am I going to survive a week without” I leaned in, “this.” I whispered, then closing the distance between us and kissing him passionately. Before things got too heated we parted again, breathing heavily.

“I’ll miss you” he hummed while hugging me tightly.

“I’ll miss you, too.”

I watched him as he got into his car, waving one last time before he took off.

An hour passed and my parents arrived from their work trip, greeting me enthusiastically.

“So how was the weekend honey?” my mom asked me while we were at the dinner table.

“It was…fine.” I said, before immediately shoving a fork of pasta into my mouth, hoping no one spotted the soft pink that crept up my cheeks just by the thought of the time I spent with Theo.

“Oh, I almost forgot! You know your dad and I have been planning our camping trip the last few days, and guess who decided to join us!” I looked up from my plate raising my eyebrows at my mom who’s smile went extremely wide.

“The Stilinski’s!” my mom clapped her hands happily and I almost choked on my pasta.

There is no way in hell that my mom just said I was going to spend the next week on a campsite with-

“That’s great isn’t it? I talked to John this morning and he said he’s so happy to come with us! You and Stiles have been friends since you’ve been three years old and now that you two made up we thought this was the perfect opportunity to celebrate that!”

“Wow, uhm, yea that’s..that’s awesome.” I chuckled nervously, playing it off like I was totally okay with it because I didn’t want to disappoint my parents. Our camping trips have always been a tradition and they plan everything weeks in advance.

After dinner, I went to my room to pack my bag for tomorrow. I had a list of things I needed for our trip on my desk and began to put all the things on my bed that were on it. When I put the item in my bag, I made a little checkmark on my list. This way I was done in no time and I could make sure that I didn’t forget anything. Checking the “red big sweater”, I was finished.

It was about nine pm and I was laying in my bed, thinking about the trip and how it was going to be like to spend a whole week alone with Stiles after what had happened between us. We were practically friends again but there was still some kind of unspoken tension between us. It wasn’t like it used to be, even if we denied it.

That night I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming about strong arms holding me close, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, a person with green and sometimes amber eyes.

As soon as I woke up Monday morning, I could hear my parents arguing downstairs. Every holiday, the morning of our departure, hell broke loose. There was no other time in the year when my parents, especially my mom, were this stressed.

“(y/d/n), did you put the air pump in the trunk already? I am not driving back like last year because we forgot to bring it!” I heard my mom yell.

“First of all Love, we wouldn’t have had to drive back if you’d gotten over yourself and just slept under the sky, it wasn’t even cold! And secondly, you wanted to drive back too because you forgot the hand sanitizer.” My dad replied.

And this is how it would go all morning.

Did you think of the paper towels?

We can’t forget the first aid kid!

What if I don’t have enough socks?

Do you REALLY need this sweater in three different colors?

Briefly going over my list and bag again, I was ready to go. Before I left the house I threw on a light jacket and stepped into my beloved Doc Martens. After entering the car, I plugged in the aux wire to my phone. Even though my parents hated my taste in music, I got to be in charge of the playlist because I despised  driving with a passion. Short routes were fine, but everything as of an hour made me sick, which is why I had to take medicine for travelling.

Listening to Work Song by Hozier, I nodded my head and tapped my fingers on my legs in the beat of the music, letting my mind drift off to escape the time and traffic.

When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

(The Song has nothing to do with the storyline, I just adore this song. It’s so beautiful, go listen to it.)

[Part 10 here]

anonymous asked:

that anon was so rude, don't listen to them, your imagines are the best <3 also there was that other anon who said they'd like more jealous grizi but i'd actually love it if you could make an imagine/smut where you're the one being jealous! ofc i know you're really busy but if you have some time to do it i'd be really grateful, thanks!

u are so nice, thank u so much!!! 

and i loved that idea, but hope u like the imagine more than i do. it seems a bit rushed i think??? i’m not good with writing jealousy tbh, i suck so much at it… 

i think i will re-write this imagine later today lol. (it’s one of those i haven’t had the time to work on as much, but i wanted to post something, and i will edit it asap)

(also i haven’t made it a smut one bc i have so many smut requests rn, but if u want me to, i can add a smut scene to this imagine later on) 😌💓

For what feels like the thousandth time today, you hear Antoine snicker on the couch next to you, his phone in his hands and his feet propped up on the coffee table. It’s relatively dark in your living room as it is past eleven already, the only sources of light being the TV flickering in the corner of the room and Antoine’s phone screen, which illuminates his face and leaves no doubt that he is, in fact, laughing again. 

With a quiet — hopefully almost inaudible — sigh, you roll your eyes ceiling-ward. Not that Antoine would have noticed anyway; he’s way too engrossed in that oh so funny conversation that he has on his phone. 

Of course his laugh doesn’t usually bother you at all. As a matter of fact, it is one of your favorite sounds in the world. There is nothing better than knowing that the person you love the most is happy. However, you know who he’s talking to, and that’s what gets on your nerves. Or rather, who. Whatever. 

“Y/N,” Antoine chuckles, leaning over to you and shoving his phone in your face. Even the fact that he has the screen’s brightness turned up so high pisses you off. And then you’re even more pissed off because of your own huffiness. “Check this out.” 

It’s a meme. A fucking meme. A pretty funny one, too, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh because there really isn’t any humor to be found in the current situation. 

“Hm,” is all you say. Another message pops up on the screen and Antoine is quick to retrieve his phone so that he can read it. If possible, you’re even more annoyed now. 

It’s Charlotte he’s talking to. One of his childhood friends from France, who comes to almost every match, flies over to Madrid to visit him more than just a few times every year, and always brings a nice bikini and a Griezmann jersey. Even if there aren’t any games scheduled. 

That doesn’t sound that bad. You’d thought so, too. At least until you learned that she’s not only his childhood friend, but his childhood girlfriend. The first one he’s ever had. And you hadn’t even found out from Antoine — no, it was Charlotte herself who had told you. Nice. 

Quietly, Antoine laughs again. 

“Would you shut up, please? I’m trying to watch this movie,” you hiss. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Antoine’s head turn to face you, his eyebrows raised and his blue eyes glistening with surprise. 

“I’m … sorry?” he mumbles slowly, like he doesn’t really know what to say. Like he doesn’t know what your problem is. You want to laugh. Or maybe hit him. “Didn’t seem like you were watching it.”


“I don’t know. You were staring at the TV but … never reacted to any scene. Sorry.” He shrugs. 

You snort. “How would you know?”

Again, Antoine’s eyebrows perk up. “What do you mean?” 

“You’re only paying attention to your phone, aren’t you? So how would you know?” 

At that, Antoine’s eyes study you intently, his body doesn’t move at all. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, making his cheekbones all the more prominent. It’s something he always does when he’s deep in thought. 

“Are you mad at me?” he asks after a while. His voice sounds careful and a little rougher than usual. 


Even though you are looking at the TV again (not really watching the movie, obviously), you can feel Antoine looking you up and down ruminatively. 

“It’s just Charlotte.”

You draw a deep breath. “It is never ‘just Charlotte’.” 

“Okay,” Antoine says, stretching the ‘a’ as he turns around to face you completely. He even has the good grace to put his phone down on the table. “I don’t think I’m with you.” 

“Forget it, Antoine.” 

He groans. “Just tell me. I don’t want you to be mad.” 

“I’m not mad.” The eye roll that follows your sentence probably tells a different story, though. Antoine seems to think so, too, because he slouches his shoulders in exasperation. “I’m just not as much of a Charlotte fan as you are, apparently.” 

“What?” he laughs, but it sounds confused. “I thought you liked her?” 

“I did like her. Until she told me that she’s your ex and … I don’t know. You just … you talk a lot, don’t you? And she knows you really well. And— she’s pretty, too.” 

You have never felt this dumb before. Of course you’re still annoyed but Antoine is looking at you like he still can’t completely see what your point is, and there’s still a small, confused smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

Also, admitting that you may or may not be jealous of Charlotte is kind of hard, especially since you know that Antoine probably won’t understand your point of view and definitely won’t change anything about his relationship with Charlotte. And it makes you feel like an asshole, in a way. You should be happy that he has people from his past who are still in his present, who support him and remind him of where he’s from, of who he used to be. 

It still sort of sucks, though. 

Antoine blinks twice before he answers.

“Yes, we do. But I also talk a lot to my physiotherapist. And my coach. And Koke. And my car workshop owner. But I’m not dating any of these people.” 

“That’s not funny, Antoine. I’m serious.” 

Antoine shrugs. “So am I. You’re my girlfriend and Charlotte is my ex who I happen to still get along well with. Who cares? I don’t have any feelings left for her. She’s not the one I want to wake up next to, or who I want to see every day, or who I want to kiss whenever I feel like it. That’s you, and you know that.” 

You look at him, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. Antoine is smiling now. Like, really smiling. Full mega-watt smiling. 

“You don’t really think I’d ever try to replace you?” With one swift movement, he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulls you close to his firm body. Then, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I know. I’m sorry,” you sigh, resting your hand against his chest. “I didn’t mean to be such a bitch to you.”

“It really wasn’t that bad,” he says. “Oh, and for the record; you look way better in my jersey.” 

He doesn’t touch his phone for the rest of the night. 

Here’s a Solangelo ficlet I wrote the other day where Gaea is a supervillian who kidnaps Will and Nico is the superhero who comes to his rescue

((inspired by theroyalsavage‘s Solangelo fic “I Need A Hero” and cherryandsisters‘s art))

Will was walking home from school when it happened. One minute, he’s crossing the street, almost to his apartment, and the next he’s being sucked underground, unable to move or to breathe. He panicked, thrashing like a fish trapped on land, trying to reach the surface, to call for help, to do anything at all. Soon enough, however, he emerged from the suffocating mass. The blond coughed and sputtered uncontrollably, falling in a heap to the damp ground.

“What the… Where am I?” he muttered.

“Will Solace, how nice it is to finally meet you!” a woman called, her words blurring together in Will’s confused mind. “I’ve heard many things about you.”

Will froze, suspecting he knew who the speaker was. Slowly, trying to control his terror, he let his gaze rise from the earthy floor. Sure enough, towering above him was a figure he’d only heard about, only seen police sketches of, only seen the aftermath of her attacks. She was the supervillain who’d been terrorizing his town. Will jumped to his feet, backing up against the dirt wall.

“You’re Mother Earth, aren’t you? And how- how do you know my name?” he stuttered, his voice trembling with fear.

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Little Me | High School AU | Part 4


Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Part 3 here

W A R N I N G: T R I G G E R I N G


“And this is the kitchen.” Luke explained, barely letting you see it, as he pulled onto your arm slightly, heading towards his room. “Luke” Liz yelled after him, making him picking up his pace. Closing the door to his room you wandered around, looking at the different band posters. Later on you both sat on his bed, reading the script for each other. A knock on Luke’s door made you both snap your head up towards the voice. ”Oh, sorry am I interrupting something?” Liz apologized, making Luke groan. “Mom!” He whined, making her raise her hands in surrender. “My bad. You two have fun.” She winked, making Luke throw one of his pillows towards the now closet door. “Your mom is nice.” You commented making Luke blush. “Yeah, but she’s kind of embarrassing sometimes.” He mumbled, making you laugh. “That’s okay. My mom is the exact same way.” You giggled making him smile and relax. “Your laugh is cute.” He commented quietly, making your cheeks get a pink flush. “Thank you.” You mumbled, the shy girl taking over your state. “Hey don’t be shy.” Luke laughed, making you shrug your shoulders. “Sorry.” “By the way, football jerk?” Luke mentioned, making you laugh. “You are.” “Am not.” “Prove it.” You smiled, making him raise an eyebrow. “How.” “Tell me what Juliet’s cousin’s name is.” You challenged, making him scoff. “Tybalt Capulet. Played by Johan Smith.” Luke fired back, making a goofy expression appear on your face.  “How I knew? Yes the football jerk have been reading.” Luke smirked, crossing his arms. “I’m impressed.” You snickered, making him smile. “There’s actually a scene that we haven’t been practicing.” Luke announced making you confused. “Which part.” You groaned, browsing through your script.” “Page 43 – 3 line.” Luke said, without even looking, smiling at your confused face expression. As you found the page, your finger scanning through the lines, you lifted your head from the paper took look at him. “The kiss.” You mumbled, the pink blush coming back to your cheeks again. “Yeah.” He trailed off, looking at you hopefully. Looking at him again, his blue orbs burring into yours, you both leaned forward in unison, capturing your lips together in a small sweet kiss. “Lucas.” Liz sang outside from the door, making Luke snap back in fear, looking up at the door. “Not again mom.” He whined, letting his head fall back in frustration. Opening the door to his room, Liz stood in the doorway with a plate of cookies in her hand. “Can I offer you anything?” She asked polity, her smile growing even bigger seeing your hands intertwined. “Just place it on the dresser, please.” Luke answered, giving her a cold look, not amused about her presence. “Okay then.” She smiled at you, placing the plate on the dresser before leaving the room again. “She’s in love with you.” Luke mumbled, making you laugh. “She’s the only woman in the house. I think she’s happy for some female attention.” He continued, making you cuddle into his chest lightly.    


”Do you really think this plan will work?” Luke asked confused, handing Maranda the bucket he was holding. “Of course.” She smiled looking up at him. “My plans always works.” Letting out a sigh, Luke kneeled beside her, watching her fill the bucket with water. “How is she going the slip on this?” Luke gestured to the now full bucket, as him and Maranda stood up. “As far as I know she’s a bit of a girl with a lack of confidence. I say we let Calum say something bad about her, and then boom she’ll slip on the floor, as she comes in through the door, hearing Cal’s words.” “And how are you gonna get Cal, say something bad about her?” Luke asked, crossing his arms, not even the slightest convinced. “Watch me.” She smirked, making Luke raise an eyebrow. | So what are you doing after school tomorrow”, Calum asked, as you both were walking down the path of the changing rooms. “Homework I think.” You said, giving him an apologizing look. “I could help you with that.” He offered, making you smile up at him. “That would be really nice. Oh shit.” You remembered, pulling slightly on the pockets of your jacket. “I forgot my phone in the changing room. I’ll be right back.” You said, turning around, sprinting down the hallway. “Psst, Cal.” Looking around in confusion, Cal saw Luke and Maranda standing in the doorway, waving their hands for him to motion. “What are you guys doing?” Cal asked, seeing all the water around the entrance of the door, looking at them both in confusion. “Luke dropped the bucket.” Maranda lied, pushing the bucket into Calums hands, making his eyes furrow in confusion. “Guys what is going on?” He asked, making Luke chip out a “nothing”. “Okay.” Calum trailed of unsure, confused about the whole scene. Maranda now heard your footsteps out from the hallway. “So what do you think about Janice Hoks?” She asked, making both boys look weird at her. “I’m not related to her in anyway.” Calum answered unsure. “What about her football skills?” She questioned, making Cal laugh. “Please. What football skills?” Calum joked, making Maranda fake laugh. “So you’re saying that Y/N is a terrible football player?” She asked, making sure to not audio your name loud. “Yeah.” Cal shrugged, making Maranda clap her hands in excitement. Of course she knew you were standing outside the hallway listening to everything he said. “Where is Y/N?” Coach Hanson asked, making the 3 teenagers turn their heads towards the confused coach. “I’m here.” You fake smiled, appearing from the door, but as you stepped inside the room, you slipped on the floor, your whole body making a loud crash. “Y/N.” Both Calum and Hanson screamed, making other students gather around the whole scene as well. Looking up from your spot, you noticed Calum standing with the bucket in his hands. “Like you hadn’t done enough.” You snapped; hurt clear in your eyes.  


“What is wrong with you?” You heard your mom yell, down in the living room, yourself sitting on your bed, going through Facebook feeds. “What is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?” Your dad fired back, making you sit straight up. Walking over to the door, you grabbed the doorknob, slowly opening the door. “Why are we fighting about this again?” You mother asked, yourself imaging her red head and trembling lips. “Because I’m sick and tired of you complaining.” You dad answered, making a knot starting to form in your throat. “Not again.” You mumbled, pulling on your hair slightly. Thinking what to do with yourself, a thought crossed your mind. “Y/B/N.” You said out loud, springing down the hall. You ran into your little brothers room, seeing him lying in his bed, deep snores leaving his small parted lips. “Thank god.” You whispered, you bottom lip trembling, as you shut the door quietly, not wanting your parents disturb him. “You’re just a selfish idiot who doesn’t even care about others than yourself.” You mother screamed, which was followed by a loud crash. Winching about the sharp sound, you looked around confused not knowing what to do. “You can talk to me Y/N I want you to know that.” Snapping your head up in memorize, you ran into your bedroom, grabbing your phone from your dresser. Rolling your finger down the contact list, you stopped at Michael’s name, pressing call. “Please pick up.” You whined quietly, after hearing the first 5 beeps. “Hi this is Michael, leave a message please.” Taking a deep breath, you threw your phone on your bed, making it bounce a bit before you headed towards your bedroom. Hearing the faint sound of your parents again, you shut your eyes tight, trying to hold back the tears, but as a lot of them started to flow out of the corner of your eyes, you gave up. “I can’t do this.” You mumbled to yourself, tears streaming down you pinkish cheekbones, small hiccups leaving your lips. Walking out of your room, you checked one last time, that you’re little brother was peaceful sleeping, before heading towards the bathroom. Y/N Don’t. Your heart mailed warnings to your brain in milliseconds, but you’re brain had the final decision. Taking the small stool your little brother used to brush his teeth on, you placed it in front of your cabinet, letting your hand wander in through your things. Last warning. When you felt the cold metal, it was like everything went numb. Your mind. You feelings. Yourself. Pulling the small razor out of its bag you were keeping it in; you stared at it for a second. Taking a deep breath, you thumb gazed slightly on the blank metal, letting you see your own reflection.


Running down the corridor you sprinted down the girl’s restroom, checking if there were any others. Placing your hand over your pounding heart, you felt if coming. “Please not now.” You whined quietly. But it was just getting started. ”It’s only the demons, it’s only the demons.” You repeated to yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing. Opening your eyes again, you let out a terrified scream, seeing your reflection in the mirror. Pacing around in circles, tears smashed down your cheeks, and when you knees started to turn into jelly, you slide your back up against the wall, letting yourself slide down until you landed on the floor. The only sound in the girl’s room was an echo sound of your uneaten breathings, with a mix of sobs and hiccups. Letting your head fall up against the wall you closed your eyes for a second, trying to think what the next step should be. As you opened your eyes again another hologram came across your vision, making you let out a terrified scream again, letting you cover your eyes in fear, shaking from top to toe. Megan stood outside her locker, but a faint sound of someone dying made not only her, but the whole hallway of students snap their head up, silent filling the hallway. As another scream filled their ears, Megan did not hesitate anything she threw her books onto the ground running towards the voice. Not only did the scream get the persons on the hallways attention, but Kathleen and Ashtons as well. Opening the door to the girls’ restroom, panic spread across Megan’s face. As your best friend, she knew everything about you, and you had told her about your old mental attacks but she never got the chance to experience one. Before Now. More and more people gathered around the small restroom, and Megan took that as a cue to try to talk to you. At this part you were a shaking, sobbing, hiccupping, terrified person, and she didn’t know what to do. Crunching down in front of you she tried to calm you down. “Move a bit.” Ashton commanded the other students trying to see what the hell was going on. Hearing his voice made you snap and you panted out between hiccups, “Him, him, its him.” Which made Megan see fire in her eyes. “Megan is she okay?” Ashton asked, afraid of your current state. “Is she okay?” Megan asked in disbelief standing up from you, looking him dead in the eye. “You fucking caused this.” She yelled at him, making both him and the other students’ eyes go wide. “Megan please just unders-“ Ashton tried, but that was enough for Megan. “I’m gonna give you a piece of my..” She growled ready to punch him, but two of your other friends came in time as Megan was about to slap Ashton across his cheek. “Meg come on, he’s not even worth it.” Luna said, grabbing her arm before something bad would happen. Amber scooped your crying body in her arms, before the 3 of them walked out of the restroom, away from all the craving attention. 

Strangers In An Airport AU - Killian/Emma

Rating: G
Prompt from captainsasschabod: “After just missing her flight Emma is on standby for the next one and meets Killian, a fellow standby-ee, and things ensue from there.”

Emma Swan hated airports. She hated the way they looked, she hated how many people were always in them, and she hated that things never ever went as planned, no matter how meticulously the plans were laid out beforehand.

Case in point: Emma had been standing at the Southwest Airlines help-desk for nearly twenty minutes, and was no closer to getting on an airplane than she had been at the beginning of this tiresome conversation. Yes, she had missed her original flight. But really, she had barely missed it. She had been late arriving to the gate by just a few minutes (those minutes she was late she firmly blamed on the TSA for the extra thorough search they had bestowed on her), but it shouldn’t have been enough to make her miss her flight.

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