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.

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“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.”

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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.

British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 3

(Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland)

SUMMARY : You’re off to a breathtaking island with the entire crew to shoot more segments of the show, including a kissing scene with Tom himself! Cole can’t seem to get his mind off you while Tom has you giddy everytime he’s around.

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A/N : Guys! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Thankyou for all the love :) I hope you enjoy reading this one as well <3 Do reblog it, if you feel like, idk, it’s a freeee world x

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You’re in a private plane, hired by the Riverdale Productions, on your way to an Island, which Mark has refrained from naming yet, to shoot the next segments of the show.

You’re pretty excited since you’ve never really travelled this far for shooting. Your script said you would have a kissing scene with Tom today. Kissing scene with Tom Holland in an Island? Hmmm.

Everybody is on board, including Tom, Cole, Lili, KJ and Cami. You’re cuddled next to Camilla while Cole’s hooked on a certain novel he had brought along for the trip. Lili is in a deep slumber while Tom, hm, you’re not sure where that 10yr old hyperactive man has gone.

“So, Tom is pretty cute, huh?” Camila cheekily grins at you, nudging your arm.

You scoff,” What’s with that grin? You look absurd, Cami” you fire back at her.

“Oh come on! You know what I mean,”

You turn away from her, still scoffing,”I have absolutely no idea whatsoever,”

“Aw, please don’t tell me you’re still hooked on Cole!”

“Quiet! You’re so loud,” you check to see if anyone has heard her. Your eyes meet Cole’s gaze. He gives a small smile and you return the same.

“It’s too soon to tell,” you quietly murmur into Cami’s ear.

“TOO SOON? (Y/N), IT HAS-“

You immeidtaely cover Cami’s mouth before she lets another word slip through it. “Cami, you’re … nevermind. I’m taking a nap now. Not a word about it, you understand?”

“But-“

“Not a word,”

“Ugh, you’re such a bore! I’m going with KJ,”

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“(Y/N),”

“(Y/N)”

“(Y/N)”

(Y/N)”

Angered by the sudden interruption of your nap time before it even began, you roughly pull out your eye mask, “WHAT???”

“I’m bored,” Tom answers in a sad tone, leaning his head onto your shoulder.

He is…adorable. But annoying. Gosh, is he annoying.

“Tom, I’m trying to sleep!” you put your eye mask back on.

He quickly pulls it out again, “I’m SO bored, (Y/n). Captain said we stil have 2 more hrs to go. I swear if I-“

You sigh,” What do you want from me?”

“I was thinking we could, hmmm,” he takes out his phone,”Lets see what we have got here,”

After much deliberation, he finally blurts,” Dubmash?”

You laugh a little too loudly,”Dubmash? Are you-“

His stern look stops you from completing your question,

“Alright, alright. Dubmash it is,”

The next 30 minutes quickly went by with you and Tom laughing like mental!  and making fun of each other’s horrible attempt at lip syncing.

“See? I told you this was fun,” he confidentely grins,”Is it okay if I post one on my instagram?”

“Not until you pay me $1 million dollars in cash,” you sternly answer him.

He scoffs,”Pff, I was going to post it anyway! Like I need your stupid permission,”

You roll your eyes and yawn. You’re still tired, you haven’t napped yet since Tom disturbed your precious time.

“Oh look, Zendaya says you look really-“ he pauses after noticing that you had already fallen asleep.

“Over here,” he quietly whispers as he carefully lays your head on his lap.

Stroking your hair as he watches you fall into a deep slumber, he says,”Sleep well, darling,”

-

You slept like a baby throughout the plane ride, until Tom finally, reluctantly, woke you up to the most beautiful island you had ever set your eyes on-The Seychelles.

Mark has really outdone himself this time. 

The rest of the day seem to have gone in a blur- with the producers giving you very little time to get your stuffs settled in the hotel rooms and thereafter, directly heading for the shoot.

You and Tom had the same set location while the rest of the cast had their shoot in some other location in the island.

You’re now waiting for Tom outside his hotel room so you guys can go shoot some steamy scenes!
“HURRY UP, YOU BEAUTYQUEEN!” you bang on his door, frustrated. You’re already 10 minutes late!

Finally, the door knob clicks. “Finally!” you groan,”What were you-“

You’re greeted by the sight of fresh-faced Tom Holland in a tight white vest, his muscles puffing out like crazy, and camouflage short pants. Very cooly putting his glasses on, he says,”Missed me too much, darling?”

You roll your eyes,”Pffff, you took extra minutes to put on a farmer’s outfit? Put a shirt on at the least!”

“Aw, I know you like what you see,” he starts showing off his muscles.

“You’re so-“

Out walks in Cole from his hotel room. His eyes widen at the sight of you and Tom.

“Cole, mate!!” Tom happily walks towards him.

Ah, why is Tom always, always, always excited to see everyone?

“Hey,” Cole intimidatingly shakes his hand,”Hey (Y/n),”

“Hey,” you awkwardly wave at Cole.

“I should be leaving, see you guys at the bonfire?” Cole takes his leave,”Bye Tom, Bye (Y/n)”

Ah, encounters with Cole are so awkward now. Quite sad when you think of it; there was a time when the first thing you did at the sight of Cole was run up to him and give him the biggest hug while he returned the same. But now, there’s nothing more than hollow hi’s and easy goodbyes.

Damn it, Cole.

“(Y/n)! Snap out of your reverie, we’re getting late!” Tom loudly blurts.

Ugh, you can’t believe this boy. You roll your eyes,”Look who’s talking!”

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The location given to you and Tom to shoot is absolutely stunning. So much so, it has you confused whether the jitters you’re feeling is from the view itself or from the kissing scene you’re about to shoot in some few minutes. You’ve already shot half of the talking scene and you’re now sitting on the resting booth admiring the view of this spectacular island.

“Beautiful,” Tom comments.

“Indeed”

“I was talking about you, actually.”

Wait what. You shoot him an odd look.

“Just joking,” he stretches his body whilst taking in the beautiful view of the sea,”The view is beautiful,”

You roll your eyes,”Why do you always have to annoy me?”

“(Y/n), (y/n), watch this!” Tom , then, runs down the sand and pulls up the most spectacular flip. 

You gasp. You swore he was going to fall flat on his face!

“I know, I know,” he proudly takes a bow.

“I didn’t even say anything,”

“I can see it in your eyes, darling.”

Again with the eye roll.

“TOM! (Y/N)!” you hear one of the crew members call.

“That’s our queue,” you get up from your chair, “Let’s go,”

“(Y/n),” Tom puts his arm around you as you walk towards the cameras. You’ve gotten quite used to him putting his arm around you, literally, everywhere you go.

“You know,” he continues,”There’s nothing to be nervous about,”

You push his arm away,”What do you mean?”

“I know it’s your first kissing scene onscreen, Cami told me”

Cami? Gosh, this girl never knows when to keep her mouth shut.  

“What?” he chuckles,”Don’t be shy, c’mon”

“You are literally undoubtedly the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” you fasten your pace trying to hide the fact that you’re completely intimidated by him.

Mark instructs the kissing scene to the two of you. Since all the other scenes are done, once the camera starts rolling, basically Tom is going to kiss you until you hear the word ‘CUT!’ and that’ll be the end of it. Sounds easy, yeah?

Tom takes your hand and walk towards the specified spot. They’re still adjusting the lights. While that’s being done, you notice KJ, Cole, Lili and Cami pull out from a minivan.

Ah, so now they’re going to watch my first onscreen kiss live?

“Whenever you’re ready!” Mark shouts

“Okay,” you nervously look up at a grining Tom.

“What?” you ask him,”What’s with that grin?”

“You know,” he gently strokes your face, much to your surprise,”Your breath really stinks,(Y/n).”

“YOU EVI-“

Tom easily dismisses your protest by cupping your face and pulling you in for a deep kiss. It may have been one of the smoothest kiss ever. He was soft, he was careful, he was warm. His hands slowly move towards your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him.

You can already hear the coots and woots from Camila and KJ in the background.

“Tom,” you try to talk whilst he’s still busy kissing you.

“They alre-already said Cut,” you finally breathe out.

“Oh,” he cheekily breaks the kiss, placing his forehead against yours with the most adorable smile on his face.

“Great shot!” you hear the crew members yell.

“See you later, darling” Tom kisses your forehead before running off with KJ to do more flips.

Wow, that was actually amazing.

“(Y/n)!!!” Cami excitedly runs over to you,”What were you saying to me in the plane abo-“

Her voice faded once you met the eyes of Cole himself, staring at you with his weak greenish-blue eyes.

-

It’s 10pm, everybody is gathered around the bonfire, KJ is playing ‘Summer Paradise’ while Tom attempts to sing in an American accent, everybody looks like they’re having a good time. You’re cuddled next to Cami, smiling lovingly at Tom; he is , although really annoying, the most adorable person ever. The way he tries to make everyone laugh, the way everything he does is cute without him even being aware of it, the way he’s ridiculously good at everything he sets his mind on, the way-

“(Y/n),”

“Uh-huh,” you turn around to find Cole, awkwardly standing behind you.

“Can we,um, talk?”

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“Are you cold?”

You’re taking a walk with Cole along the lines of the island, far away from everyone.

“Nah, I’m good” you smile politely at him.

“Here,” he places his jacket over you.

Uhm, okay.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about?”

“(Y/n)…” the sound of his voice already answered your question.

He grabs your hand and pauses the walk.

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else. I thought I could but it’s killing me, (Y/n). You don’t understand, I-“

“You cheated on me, Cole!” you finally allow all your anger to pour out,”You knew I would’ve given up everything for your love. I loved you. With every bit of me. And you chose Lili…”

“No!” he protests,”(Y/n), I didn’t choose Lili. I never chose Lili. I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m so sorry. I’ll always be sorry. I’ll be anything. Anything you want me to be. Anything. I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to have my (Y/n) back,” you can feel his emotions by the tone of his voice.

“Cole, I can’t-“

“(Y/n),” he cups your face,”I’m still the same guy who you liked to dance with at 2am near the refrigerator light. And I know you’re still the same girl who liked to ruin my hairstyle more than anything.”

You chuckle at the last comment.

“Please tell me you’ll think about it,” he quietly pleads.

“We should get going now. Everybody has already left,” you try to avoid his plead as you start making your way towards the hotel.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes, Cole?”

“Will you think about it?”

“I-I- will,”

-

“Tom?”

On your way to your hotel room, you’re unexpectedly greeted by the sight of Tom sitting on the floor against your door.

“Goodness (Y/n), where were you?” he quickly gets up from the floor.

“Geez, Tom. I was-“

He pulls you in for a sudden hug. “Wow, I had no idea I was such a worrier. But you didn’t answer your phone, I didn’t even see you leave the bonfire, I-“

“Tom,” you look up at him lovingly,”I’m fine. I was just having a small talk with Cole,”

“Okay,” he slowly breaks the hug,

”You should go to bed now,” he says as he gently strokes the side of your face and looks deep into your eyes like you’re the ony one he sees. That’s the thing about Tom, he could just look at you, like just look, and make you feel like the most beautiful person!


“Okay,” you unlock your room. “See you tomorrow, Tom”

“Goodnight, darling.”

You stand at the side of your door as you watch him leave.

“Um, (Y/n)?” he turns back.

“Yes, Tom?”

“I don’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from me now, do I?”

You snicker at his silly question.

“’cuz I would go bonkers trying to find someone else to annoy” he cheekily completes his statement.

“You’re an idiot, Tom. A complete nutcase,”

“Aye, but you still love me!” you hear his voice fade as he slides into his room.

This boy has no idea what he does to me.

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A/N: So who would you choose? The guy you’ve been in love with for the longest time, who kind of broke your heart along the way but is adamant to mend it anyhow because he loves you so?

Or the cheeky brown-haired guy from London who makes you feel like a giddy 12year old everytime he says the word ‘darling’.

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 12/?)

Part 11 (links for previous part are there too)


Here goes a little drama for you, just like you asked, more and more coming soon! x


For next two weeks me and Monty spoke to each other only about chemistry project.

His man’s pride probably didn’t let him act like a decent person, which is exactly what anyone would expect from him – what he thought was that I got bored with him, before he got a chance to get bored so it was obvious he had to show off that he didn’t care. Or it wasn’t just showing off. Maybe it was exactly how he felt, because if he couldn’t use me as a mattress anymore, he didn’t have a reason to talk to me.

Little, tiny part of me wanted to run to him and tell him the whole truth, but I would never do that, because the same part of me imagined that he would hug me, spin around, kiss me and tell me that he feels the same way. And that was never going to happen.

“Maybe if you tell him…”, Sheri said when we were going to cafeteria one day.

“No”, I interrupted her.

“I’m not saying to tell him everything, but maybe give some hints… Or at least start acting like an adults”.

“And maybe it’s better the way it is?”, I asked. “At least for now? We won’t talk to each other for some time, I’ll stop having a thing for him and everything will be the old, good way it was before I started hooking up with him”, I shrugged.

“But is that what you really want? Maybe for once you should listen to your heart, not brain?”, she gave me a little smile.

And that exact moment we saw Montgomery pushing Tyler Down on the locker.

“Oh come on”, I sighed and went up to them.

I stood next to them and didn’t say a word. Just stood there, crossed my arms against my chest and looked at Monty with waiting look. He snorted, shook his head and walked away without saying a word.

“You’re okay?”, I asked Tyler.

“Yeah, thank you”, he said checking his camera.

“Well, even if, as you think, he has no feelings for you, you still have some effect on him”, Sheri said when we continued our walk to the lunch.

“Shut up”.

Montgomery didn’t bother to sit with me and rest of his friends, he went outside with Tina.

“What is going on between you and de la Cruz?”, Justin asked. “If you say chemisty project, I’ll punch you”.

“You would never punch me”, I snorted.

“Soooo?”, he asked when I didn’t say anything else.

“You told me not to mention chemistry, so I have nothing else to say”, I shrugged.

“You don’t talk for two weeks because of chemistry?”

“Actually, we talk only about chemistry”.

“Justin, leave it”, Jess rolled her eyes.

“Wait, so first for three months you weirdly became basically besties and then suddenly you barely even talk?”

“Why don’t you go ask Monty?”, I sighed.

“I did”, he said with very pleased look on his face.

“And what did he said?”

“Why don’t you go ask Monty?”, he asked.

I look at Justin with squinted eyes.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”.

“Okay, guys, let’s forget about”, Jessica calmed us.

When I went to the chemistry I saw Monty with Tina – as always. She was giggling and making puppy eyes at him – as always. He was having his typical cocky grin, glued to his face – as always. What also happened every time was Monty catching my eye as if he was making sure I was watching and immediately wrapping his arms around Tina. All I could think of watching that scene was “Dude, why do you even bother?” and “Okay, this may hurt a little”.

It was last week of school before Christmas break, my plan was to talk to Monty after the break and start to talk with again, just like we did before September.

After my first period I saw how some kid came into Monty and I was prepared to see him pushing the other guy on the locker or pinching him to the wall. But no, Montgomery patted his arm and walked. Just like this.

“Have you seen it?”, Sheri stood next to me.

“Yeah…”, I mumbled.

“He’s changed, I told you”.

“Sheri, don’t”, I snapped and walked away.

That day was the day on last basketball game before winter break so it was super important and if game is important – cheerleaders’ performance is important too. And what do I do on the day of important performance? I leave my overknee socks in car. Running late to the warm up with my car keys and socks in my hands I bumped into someone when I ran from behind the corner. And that someone was of course Montgomery.

“Uh… Hi”, I gave him a little smile.

“Hey… You’re in hurry, so…”, he took a step to the side.

Our warm up was almost done when Monty and Jeff walked in.  

I took a deep breath. I hated that negative tension between me and Montgomery. Of course, I wasn’t planning on getting back to hooking up with him, but I just wanted to talk with him like two civilized people.

Montgomery walked up to Tina, who was warming up few feet away from me.

“Hey, Monty”, she said with her cute, little voice. “So, are we…”

“Don’t listen to them, you’re not helping yourself”, Sheri said and I couldn’t hear what Montgomery and Tina were talking about.

“I don’t care”, I said and turned, so it wouldn’t tempt me to look at them.

“Why are you always looking somewhere behind me?”, Tina said louder so it was hard not to hear.

Me and her turned at the same time, she saw I was standing behind her and thought Monty was looking at me.

“You’re making up things, seriously”, Montgomery laugh nervously. “Good luck”, he smacked her ass and went to sit on the bleachers.

“It should’ve been my ass that was smacked”, I whispered to Sheri.

I quickly looked at Tina one last time, just to see her looking at me with anger in her eyes.

Whatever, I thought and shrugged.

I was very excited for the opening performance, it was hard and difficult but also super effective and at the end me and Sheri do double handsprings from the opposite ends of the field and both finish it being pulled up at the top of triple pyramid. (A/N: I really have to stop making up cheer routines lol)

Everything was going great, we were getting to the final part, me and Sheri stood at the opposite ends, waited for the right moment, started running, did the handsprings, still everything was great, but as soon as I was pulled up at the top of the pyramid and tried to catch my balance and fell down on the ground.

“Fuck”, I said, music stopped playing, everyone was quiet, everyone’s eyes were focused on me and I hated it.

“Y/N, are you okay?”, Mrs Montez came up to me.

“My wrist hurts”, I closed my eyes, trying not to cry, holding my left hand. “I fell on it”

“Oh my God, are you okay?”, Jessica kneeled next to me.

“You have to go to the nurse”, coach said.

“I’ll take her”, suddenly Montgomery showed up and to me and helped me get up from the ground. “It’s okay, I’ll go with you”, he said before I even opened my mouth to say that he doesn’t have to.

“My leg hurts”, Tina said, clearly unimpressed with the fact that Monty didn’t even asked her if she was okay.

“And what the hell could possibly happen to you?”, Jessica asked. “You were standing of your feet, on the floor”.

“Maybe something happened when you were falling down on me”, Tina took a step towards Jess.

“We fell down because of you, so don’t complain”.

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand steady on someone’s arms”.

“Tina!”, Monty shouted.

“Why aren’t you on my side?”, she asked shocked.

“Can you guys stop making a scene?”, I asked quietly, very embarrassed, because everyone were looking at the four of us.

“Cause not everything is about you”, Montgomery said through clenched teeth.

“Clearly nothing is about me”, she crossed her arms.

They were looking at each other for few seconds, both angry.

“Let’s go”, Monty said and walked  me out of the field.

We walked out, the game started. We didn’t say a word the whole way to the nurse, then we were sitting outside her room, because she had a break, still not talking.

“You don’t have to wait here with me”, I said after few good minutes.

“It’s okay”, he said with his arms crossed and he seemed like he would rather be anywhere else but here. “How is your wrist?”, he asked after another few minutes.

“It hurts”, I chuckled.

Then again we didn’t say a word for another few minutes.

“What do we have here?”, nurse stopped our silence and walked out of her room. She just finished eating, because she had some ketchup on her chin. “Come in”, she invited me inside.

I walked in, showed her my wrist.

“Yeah, it’s probable broken. I’ll stiffen it for you, give you some ice, but you have to go to the hospital”, she said.

“Okay”, I sighed. Fifteen minutes of waiting just to hear I have to go to the hospital.

I left nurse’s room with ice on my wrist.

“I have to go to the hospital…”, I said. “I’ll have to ask Jeff to drive me, because, well…”, I looked at my left hand.

“I can drive you”, Montgomery offered.

“No, it’s okay, really, you came here to see the game”.

“Actually, I came here to be Jeff’s support”.

“What?”, I asked surprised.

“There is that girl, Jen, she’s in his English class. He wants to ask her out”, he explained.

“Oh God, it’s sooo cute”, I smiled, but then I realized something. “Remember when I told about that girl in kindergarten that I slapped because she played with Jeff using my toys?”

“Yeah”, he nodded.

“It’s that girl”, I laughed.

“No way”, Monty stopped walking. “You’re kidding me right now”.

“No’, I couldn’t stop laughing. “Really, I don’t know if they don’t remember about that or what, but yeah, it was her”.

“They were destined to each other since they were four and you tried to break them, you’re bitch”, Monty laughed.

“Well, I got my karma for that”, I pointed at my left arm.

Random conversation surprised both of us so we suddenly stopped talking and walked in silence again. We were going to take my stuff from the game and we had to went through school yard. It was getting cold already, I was wearing only my cheer suit and I shook a little.

“You’re cold, here, take it”, Monty instantly took of his letterman and put it on my shoulders.

“What about you, you’re not cold?”.

“Don’t worry about me”, he said opening the doors for me.

When we got to the game, first quarter just finished and players were going off the field.

“Look who’s back!”, Justin shouted when she spotted me and everyone started wooing and cheering.

I looked down, blushing because of everyone’s attention being focused on me, again, and quickly walked to the place where my thing were dropped and started clumsily throwing everything to the bag using one hand.

“What did the nurse said?”, coach asked as all girls gathered around me.

“It’s probably broken, I have to go to the hospital”, I said. “Montgomery will drive me”.

“Okay, go”, Mrs Montez nodded her head. “I’ll call your parents”.

“Okay”, I nodded my head and took my bag but Monty quickly took it away from me.

That moment I remembered I was wearing his jacket. I gave Tina quick glance, she looked super angry, sucking in her cheeks, she looked like she wanted to kill me.

“She’s going to kill me, she’s crazy”, I said quietly to Monty.

“You’re paranoid”, he sighed.

***

I spent another hour in the hospital, wrist was indeed broken, they put it in cast and gave me some painkillers. Monty drove me back home.

“So, thank you for a ride”, I said when he stopped car in front of my house.

“It’s okay”, he said, not looking at me.

We both spotted my mum in window.

“I should get inside, they’re probably worried. See you at school”, I smiled, took my bag and left the car.

Montgomery waited until I got inside and then drove away.

“Honey, how did it happen?”, mum asked before I even closed the door.

“I fell from the top of the pyramid to the ground”, I said throwing my bag in the corner.

“What did doctor said?”, dad asked.

“My wrist is broken. At least a month in a cast”, I sighed. “Right before winter break”.

“I’m sorry, sweetie”, mum gave me comforting smile.

“I left my car at school, can you take it?”, I asked. “Oh and can one of you drive me to school tomorrow?”

“Yes, we’ll go to take your car in a moment and yes, I’ll drive you to school tomorrow”, dad said.

“Great. I’m tired, so I’ll go to my room”, I went towards stairs.

“One more thing”, mum said.

“Yeah?”

“Whose letterman are you wearing?”

“Oh, right. It’s Monty’s. He was with me at nurse and in hospital”.

“Monty, the one you’re not spending time with and don’t find him nice and cute?”

“Mum, I’m tired”, I rolled my eyes and went upstairs.

Next day Tyler came up to me as soon as I walked in the school. Which was weird because we had never really talked and the only thing we had in common was Montgomery – Monty was bullying Tyler, I was stopping him.

“Hey, Y/N, I have to show you something”, he said.

“What is it?”

“I was testing recording in my new camera, so I was recording a little bit yesterday including opening cheer dance…”

“So you recorded bunch of girls dancing in short skirts because you were testing camera?”, I interrupted. “Okay, let’s call it like that”.

“And I have something you have to see”, he ignored my comment, instead he played me short clip.

“It’s me falling”, I shrugged. “I was there, Tyler, I know it happened”.

“Pay more attention”, he played the clip again, this time zooming on Jessica and Tina.

“Oh my God”, I mumbled when I finally saw what he wanted me to see. “She pushed Jessica’s knee off her shoulder”.

“Yeah”, he nodded.

I was standing there numb, couldn’t really believe what I just saw. This crazy bitch did it on purpose.

“I have a copy, I can give it you so you can, I don’t know, show it to Mrs. Montez or whatever”, he offered.

“What’s going on?”, Montgomery and Justin walked up to us.

“Is he bothering you, Y/N?”, Monty asked, ready to push Tyler on the wall.

“Montgomery, stop. Tyler can you, please, play it for them?”, I asked politely.

He showed them the clip.

“Oh shit”, Justin said. “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know”, I shrugged.

“You have to go to the principal or the coach, or both of them”, Montgomery said.

“Well… I mean…”, I mumbled. “It can destroy her. She’ll get kicked out of the team and…”

“She deserve it!”, Monty shouted. “You and Jessica could get seriously injured, why do you even have any doubts about what to do?!”

“I don’t know, I’m not really revenge kind of person and don’t scream at me! You are dating her, you could’ve mention she’s crazy bitch”, I said and walked away, leaving the three of them together.

The fact that Monty started dating her right after we “break up”, even though it wasn’t even a break up cause we were never together, hurt me a little but I tried not to show it, probably failed.

Mrs. Montez ordered everyone in the team to meet during lunch break. Me, Jess and Sheri were the last one to come in.

“As we all know, we had an accident during last performance”, Mrs. Montez started. “Y/N had broken her wrist and Jessica hurt her knee”

“I’m okay, it’s only big bruise”, she assured.

“Does anyone want to say something about that situation?”, coach asked. “Confess something, maybe?”, no one said a word. I looked at Tina, she was looking at the floor. “Last chance”, still no answer. “Okay, Mr. Down, you can join us”.

Tyler walked in with his camera and laptop.

“Mr. Down was recording yesterday’s performance and he caught the moment of Y/N’s fall. Play it for us, please”, Mrs. Montez said, Tyler played us the clip, but just like me in the morning, no one spotted anything. “Maybe now, someone wants to say something?”

“Is it really necessary?”, I asked.

Why did I bother, why did I care that Tina will be kicked out of the team or maybe even suspended. I really should stop thinking about other people.

“Yes it is”, coach answered. “It’s about being honest and honorable. Play it again, please”.

This time Tyler zoomed video and everyone saw Tina gently pushing Jess’ knee off her shoulder.

“Are you kidding me?”, Jessica shouted.

“Tina do you want to say something?”

“I’m sorry”, she mumbled looking down.

“You’re sorry?!”, Jessica was furious. “You could hurt Y/N really bad. How can anyone be such an idiot?”

“Jess, stop”, I said.

I really didn’t want scene to happen.

“Cheerleading is based on trust. You girls have to trust each other and have faith that other person will do everything to make sure you don’t fall. Tina, I’m sure that right now not only Y/N and Jessica can’t trust you, but everyone in the team feel the same way. Beside, because of you two students got injured, so I’m sorry, but you’re not in team anymore. Principal and counselor will be informed about everything. You can go, girls”.

“Tyler!”, I stopped him from walking out. “Why did you do it? I didn’t ask you to show it to anyone”.

“I’m sorry, but…”

“It wasn’t your decision to show it to Mrs Montez”, I said.

“So what? You wouldn’t do anything? Act like nothing happened? Would you be sure nothing like that would ever happen again?”.

“It wasn’t your decision”, I repeated.

“I didn’t want to. I wanted to give you copy during lunch break. Montgomery made me”, he said.

“Excuse me?”, I asked not believing what I just heard.

“He made me. I don’t know what is going on between you two, but he got really mad when you kinda said you aren’t going to do anything”, Tyler explained.

“I’ll kill him”, I said and stormed out.

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A/N: Sorry this took a while to get out, I’ve been busy with work again. Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Title: Pregnant?

Requested by: @holding-on-to-francis - “46 52 57 with gibbs”

Word Count: 941

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

46. “Can I kiss you?”
52. “I think you might be pregnant.”
57. “Here take my jacket.”

This wasn’t the first time you’d felt this overwhelming sensation in your stomach, it had been happening on a regular basis over the past three weeks. You were warned of a bug going around last month but you were positive that it would have gotten out of your system by now with keeping yourself hydrated.

The smell of fresh blood within the living room of the crime scene had become so powerful and potent that you had to place a hand over your mouth and nose. A dry heave came from your throat causing the three pairs of eyes turn in your direction.

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Speak Up

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

*Contains Mature Content*

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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.

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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💫

anonymous asked:

Hiii snowbaz prompt request for “I may have mildly panicked…” (I love reading your fics! They are making me involuntarily smile and then I realize I'm just grinning at my computer like an idiot so... thank you :) )

A/N: So this ended up a lot more serious than I thought it would but thank you so much for the prompt and the compliments!!!! <3


Baz walked into an apartment that looked as if a full-blown tornado had hit it.

“Simon?” He asked, cautiously closing the door, his keys now dangling limply in his hand. He listened for a response and heard none. The main room was a mess. Shattered glass appeared to be coming from the ceiling light and one of the side table lamps which was currently residing on the floor next to some books. The bookshelf was a missing a good portion of its residents and pages were fluttering around the quiet room. The goldenrod curtains on the window, which usually let in soft yellow light, were torn down and a harsh white glare from the afternoon sun only sharpened the effect of the chaotic scene that played out before him.

Images of all the monsters that could have created such a mess pushed into Baz’s mind, but he forced them away as he surveyed the scene.

Baz listened for one more moment, panic bubbling up to his throat, his thoughts only on his boyfriend and whether he was okay.

“Simon?” he called again, finally moving from his spot by the door. Broken glass crunched beneath his feet as he moved further into the room.

He walked to Simon’s door, which was hanging open on it’s hinges, and caught a glimpse of movement. Simon was there. Baz breathed a sigh of relief as he saw bronze curls peek over the side of the bed. He pushed the door open further and moved towards him.

Simon didn’t hear him, or he had and ignored it as Baz sat down beside him on the floor by the bed. Baz reached out to touch him before stopping, his hand a breath away from Simon’s shoulder.

Simon’s chest fluttered with quick breaths and his tail twitched like a cat’s. His eyes were moving, watching things that Baz couldn’t see. Understanding dawned on Baz and he knew that no monsters had broken in. These monsters had come from within Simon.

Stark grey eyes quickly scanned over Simon’s face, torso, legs. There were scratches, and his wings looked worse for wear, but physically, Simon was fine.

“Simon.” Baz said, moving to sit more comfortably next to his boyfriend. He didn’t appear to here him at all, stuck in whatever horror his brain had pushed on him today.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay. Nothing bad is going to happen.” Baz talked quietly, whispering reassuring nothings to Simon and watching, waiting for him to respond.

After maybe ten minutes of this, Baz was considering calling Penny, but Simon blinked a few times, as if wandering out of a trance, and moved.

His hand reached for Baz and Baz gripped it in his own, stroking Simon’s long fingers and delicate knuckles. He could feel Simon’s hand trembling softly as he brought it to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

Simon turned towards Baz, blue eyes meeting grey. Unspeakable torment swirling within.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Baz asked.

“I just- I-” Simon started and stopped, registering for the first time, the state of the apartment.

“Penny’s going to kill me.” He swallowed, a sick fearful look pushing onto his face.

Baz couldn’t handle that look, it was like a sharp knife to his heart.

“Hey, no, Simon. Penny will understand. It’s okay, just tell me what happened love.”

Simon looked down at his hand in Baz’s, finding calm in the gesture.

“I may have mildly panicked.” he said.

“Where you back there?” Baz asked, carefully, quietly, as if trying not to startle an injured bird.

Simon swallowed harshly and nodded, tears starting to fill his eyes. Simon and his therapist had been working on the flashbacks and panic attacks, practicing grounding techniques and breathing methods. But sometimes counting and breathing didn’t work, and when Simon’s panic pushed through, it lashed out. The broken mess surrounding the two of them only spoke for a fraction of the brokenness inside.

“Can I hug you?” Baz asked again.

Simon kept nodding and Baz brought him closer, lifting him into his lap and wrapping his arms around him in a fierce hug.

Simon’s hair brushed his face as he curled into Baz’s strong, unrelenting grip, the panic and worry slowly fading away.

Eventually his breathing got deeper and slower and his eyes fluttered shut. Baz held him a while, listening to him breathe and feeling the steady beat of his heart. Carefully, he lifted Simon up and onto the bed, placing a pillow under his head.

He grabbed his wand and placed a gentle kiss on Simon’s forehead before heading back out to the main room to try and fix some of the damage Simon’s wings and panic had caused. As he moved out of the door he glanced back at Simon’s sleeping figure.

Simon and him, they would be alright. Days like this happened, and they were learning to deal.  That knowledge settled into Baz like a promise. They could handle the bad days together, and enjoy the good ones. Maybe they weren’t okay right now, but someday, they would be. And Baz didn’t mind the wait.

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.

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 now..you 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.”

“What?” 

“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. 

“No.” 

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. 

Little Me | High School AU | Part 4

A/N:

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

Luke:

“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.    

Calum:

”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.  

Michael:

“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.

Ashton:

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. 

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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Strangers In An Airport AU - Killian/Emma

Rating: G
Words:
4K+
Summary: 
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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