the infamous party

The 14 Worst Things About Hugh Hefner, as Revealed in Holly Madison's New Book

Note: these aren’t the worst things he’s ever done, but they do convey a useful insight into his character

1. Though they publicly denied it, all girlfriends were expected to participate in Hef’s bizarre bedtime group sex ritual. “I didn’t immediately realize that all girlfriends were required to sleep with Hef,” Madison writes.

2. Hef would take photos of his girlfriends and him every night before they went out, then have them delivered to each girlfriend’s door the next morning. The photos “only amplified the massive pressure to always look perfect and cause the girlfriends to spend hours critiquing their appearances,” Madison writes. (She also describes Hef as a “hoarder” with “endless desire for momentos.”)

3. Hef offered Madison a quaalude out of a crumpled tissue on her first night out clubbing with him. When Madison told him she doesn’t do drugs, she says Hef replied, “Usually I don’t approve of drugs, but you know, in the ‘70s they used to call these pills 'thigh openers.’”

4. Among his bizarre set of mansion rules, Madison writes, were that the girlfriends change into identical flannel pajamas before the bedtime routine.

5. He would watch porn, smoke pot, and jerk off while his girlfriends and whoever else happened to be joining them that night pretended to get it on around him.Madison says they would take turns pleasuring Hef, but he always finished by himself. Madison reveals that she made her first foray into Hef’s bedroom after a night out with “roughly a third of a bottle of vodka sloshing around in my stomach.” “There was zero intimacy involved,” she writes. “No kissing, nothing. It was so brief that I can’t even recall what it felt like beyond having a heavy body on top of mine.”

6. He made his sons Marston, 9 years old when Madison moved in, and Cooper, 10, share a bedroom with a girlfriend. This was Bedroom 3, which came with three beds and a private bath. “Though they never stayed over when I was there, there were still toys scattered across the bedroom floor,” Madison writes, “which made for an incredibly odd and, frankly, creepy juxtaposition.”

7. He would constantly create drama and infighting among his girlfriends by randomly changing his long-held positions or household policies to favor one over the rest of them. Shortly after Madison moved in, she recalls, one girlfriend moved out of Bedroom 5, a small room that was coveted because it was a single, affording whoever occupied it much-needed privacy that was otherwise hard to come by in the mansion. It was assumed that April, who became a girlfriend only several months before Madison, would move into Bedroom 5, but instead she asked Hef if she could have Bedroom 3 entirely to herself. This was seen as unfair by the rest of the girlfriends based on how bedroom hierarchy had previously worked. But Hef approved her request, forcing Madison to move out of the room. Hef was also known to hate red lipstick, Madison says in her book. When Madison came home from the salon after a makeover that included shorter hair and red lipstick, Hef reportedly told her, “I hate the whole look. I hate the makeup and I hate the red lipstick.” He added, “You look old, hard, and cheap.” When Kendra Wilkinson moved in later and appeared before Hef wearing red lipstick, Madison braced herself for his wrath, only for him to tell Wilkinson, “Why, that red lipstick looks absolutely wonderful on you, Kendra!”

8. Hef demanded his girlfriends be in by the 9 o'clock curfew each night. When Madison witnessed two of the girlfriends come in past 9 one night, Madison writes, Hef “kicked his feet, mustered up some questionable crocodile tears (was he really crying?I thought), and told them if they wanted to 'stay out late’ they could move out.”

9. There was no confusion as to what sort of fashion and beauty aesthetic Hef expected his girlfriends to adopt. “He made it abundantly clear that he preferred us in very over-the-top, sort of trashy outfits (think BeDazzled rhinestone bustiers and skirts so short there was barely a point in wearing them),” Madison writes. Compliments bestowed upon one girlfriend’s appearance were noted and that very look would be adopted by the rest of the girlfriends on the next night out. For attiring themselves, Hef provided each girlfriend with $1,000 weekly “clothing allowance” and unlimited beauty services courtesy of his account at the José Eber salon in Beverly Hills. Plastic surgery also came courtesy of Hef, Madison says, the most commonly requested procedures including boob jobs, nose jobs, and liposuction. (Madison writes about working up the courage to ask Hef for a nose job.)

10. The culture of isolation Hef created at the mansion even extended to his infamous parties where, Madison writes, “the protocol was that we stay at Hef’s table all night.” Dancing was permitted so long as it was right in front of Hef’s table. Girlfriends were allowed to leave only to go to the bathroom. When Hef left the party, usually at 1 a.m., the girlfriends “had to go upstairs with him.” But some of the girlfriends snuck back down to the parties to meet men and celebrities. Only, they’d have to avoid the mansion’s in-house video crew, who would place a highlight reel from the party at Hef’s door the next morning.

11. Hef would mansplain movies. “During movie nights” — which were scheduled to occur three nights out of the week at the mansion — “he would lean over to me to explain the plotlines and time periods in the most condescending of ways,” Madison writes. Describing all her dialogue with Hef as “superficial,” she said he refused to discuss books, politics, or current events with her.

12. Madison, Bridget Marquardt, and Wilkinson didn’t get paid for the first order of Girls Next Door, Madison claims in her book. She adds that Hef argued that the money the three got for posing for Playboy, which was filmed for the series, constituted their payment for the show as well. Whereas Madison reports amateur models got $25,000 for a pictorial, reality stars $40,000 to $50,000, and former girlfriends of Hef’s, the Bentley twins, got $100,000, the three Girls Next Door ladies only got $25,000 for their shoot.

13. He once told Wilkinson she looked like she was “putting on some weight,” and warned her to watch her diet.

14. He keeps a picture of every girl who’s ever been to the mansion. A mansion staffer would take photographs of women visiting for the first time, Madison says. The photos (mostly Polaroids) were saved for Hef to review the next day. “He would label them A, B, or C (based primarily on their looks but also on how scantily clad they were) before having them catalogued in his social secretary’s office,” Madison explains. Madison would eventually discover she received an “A.”

A Secret | SICHENG

so you’ve chosen a secret for your seven minutes in heaven? collab with @versigny and co, choose another path here

Genre: frat/college!au | fluff | mild angst sexual themes

Member: Sicheng / Reader

Word Count: 10,400+

Warnings: language, references and usage of drugs and alcohol, sexual themes

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In Chattanooga, Tennessee, an infamous house once known as the “Swingers Tiki Palace” sits completely abandoned atop Missionary Ridge. The house was built in 1972 and was the dream home of strip club tycoon Billy Hull, who desired his own little replica of the Playboy Mansion. 

Boasting a bunny-shaped pool and Polynesian-inspired decor, the house became a hot spot for adult entertainers in the area. A few infamous parties were thrown there, but the good times came to a screeching halt less than a year later. In 1973, Hull was arrested for hiring a hit-man to kill his wife Gloria’s alleged lover, Roland Harris.

After Hull’s arrest and subsequent jailing, the Swingers Tiki Palace was left to rot. It is now a popular attraction for urbex enthusiasts and photographers and has also become a part of local folklore. A house once marveled (and sometimes ridiculed) for its unique design is now a hollow remnant of the decadent adult entertainment culture that permeated the 1970s.

Jealous - Peter Parker x Jealous!Stark!Reader

After days of procrastination, I bring you yet another overly detailed and shitty fic. I really hope you guys enjoy. This probs the longest one of written. Imma try to get a few more chapters of stuff done the rest of the summer. I can’t write as often like two weeks from now because of school and stuff, which sucks, but whatcha gonna do. On to the fic! 

tags : @running-outta-time

words : 3431



Originally posted by waywarddaughter

You’re whole life, it’d always been you and your mom against the world. She raised you all on her own, young and working multiple jobs to get by and support the both of you. That aside, she’d always been there. The best mom ever. From school talent shows to the science fair to everything; your mom always has your back. She was all you really knew, as it was hard to make friends. Most kids found you odd for being the smartest in the class, which resulted in a lack of friends as no one ever wanted to hang out with the weird girl.

You didn’t mind though because you always had your best friend, your mom; until you didn’t.

You always thought she’d live a longer life than five more years after being diagnosed with cancer.

You were five when you mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Despite the pain she’d felt as the days went on, as much as she didn’t want you to ever see her the way she was after months would go by, she was always there for you.

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Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 


“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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the “morning after”

Prompt: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and has a party, but ends up ditching with Peter. They end up at his apartment where they talk and dance, but when the reader wakes up on the morning Peter is gone and the Reader is forced to try and make her way home with out being seen by paparazzi

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: implications of sex, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,084

Notes: Peter isn’t really in this, but I thought the idea was cute so I ran with it. Also, this is my first published work on this side blog, but if you guys like it and want to see more, request some stuff! I will write all MCU characters, as I haven’t really seen the shows and wouldn’t be able to do them justice. But anyways, kudos to you if you actually read this little mini-rant and enjoy this fic ! 

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rich kid | pjm

summary: park jimin is a rich kid.

{rich kid au}

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 5k
genre: fluff
a/n: this was supposed to be a warm up!! i don’t know what happened!!

You’d be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t know Park Jimin. Everybody knows Park Jimin, and if they don’t, everybody knows of Park Jimin.

Park Jimin walks around campus like he owns the entire university, hands casually thrown into the pockets of his expensive black pants, sunglasses balancing on top of his intentionally disheveled black hair, silver earrings and studs and rods decorating his earlobes, leather jacket not worn, but strewn over his shoulders, complementing that delicate silver chain around his neck perfectly. Or perhaps, he isn’t wearing a fully black ensemble that likely costs more than your tuition. Maybe he’s a bit more laid back, with an outrageously vibrant sweater, the Gucci logo stamped all over it, blue jeans, ripped at the knee like he had worn right through them. He’s got circular frames surrounding his eyes even though he doesn’t need glasses, a beanie or beret sitting happily on his head if he didn’t have time to put his usual amount of product in his hair, Rolex watch peeking out from the oversized sleeves of his sweater. Park Jimin knows how to wear everything and anything with confidence, flair, so he is hardly difficult to miss.

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Richie loves Halloween

Richie Tozier loves Halloween (but not as much as he loves Eddie Kasprak) p>

October 31st. Halloween. The greatest day of the year - in Richie’s opinion.

I mean, what wasn’t to love about Halloween? People handing out free candy, scary movies on every channel on TV, getting to dress up covered in fake blood. Oh and best of all, the Halloween parties.

Every year Sam Walker, a junior who seemingly was friends with everybody, would throw his infamous halloween party and everyone (even losers like Richie and his friends) was invited.

Last year Richie and his friends had all gone as zombies, they had tore up old clothes and Bev had covered them in makeup to make them look undead. They had looked totally badass, there was no denying it.

Just as they had every other year, everyone was meeting at Bill’s house before they went to Sam’s together; Sam’s house was a five minute walk from Bill’s.

Richie looked at his watch in the dim light that was provided by the streetlight at the bottom of Bill’s drive. It was 6:56, which meant he was four minutes early, but it didn’t matter as it was likely that most of the other loser’s would be there already.

Richie walked up the drive and knocked on the door, having only to wait a few seconds until it was swung open and Richie found himself looking at Stanley Uris.

“Stan the man, what’s happening dude? Gotta say, I’m not surprised that you’re here already, lemme guess, you’ve been here for an hour already?” Richie teased his friend, stepping through the door,

“Ha ha Richie,” Stan replied sarcastically, “if you must know I’ve only been here for twenty minutes”

Bill comes up behind Stan and wraps an arm around his shoulders, “Hey Tozier, stop bullying my boyfriend,” Bill says to Richie, and Richie holds his hands up defensively.

“Sorry man,” Richie says, then looks at their costumes, Bill is wearing a batman suit and Stan is dressed as robin. “Nice matching costumes guys, very cute”

“Hey we’re not the only ones” Bill says, pointing behind him at Ben and Bev.

“Woah ho! Beverly Marsh my dear you look stunning! Oh and you too of course Ben, very nice guys, very nice!” Richie calls out to his friends, taking on a British accent and walking up to where they’re stood in the sitting room. Richie looks them up and down and nods approvingly, Bev is dressed as Sandy from the final scene of Grease, and Ben as Danny.

“Thanks Richie,” Bev replies, greeting him with a hug.

“So who are we waiting for?” Richie asks, looking around the room.

“Just Eddie and Mike, they should be getting here any minute now,” Ben tells him, “I like the costume by the way man, you’re really rocking the whole wolf thing.”

“Oh thanks dude, you know I couldn’t think of anything to be, then Bev suggested this and I thought, yeah that could work,” Richie replied to his friend. Ben nodded, then he and Bev shared a look which Richie didn’t understand, but also didn’t question, because it was at that moment the front door was opened again and Mike and Eddie entered.

Mike was dressed as a mummy, wrapped in bandages from head to foot. He looked impressive, it must have taken him ages to get ready, Richie thought.

Eddie, wow. Eddie looked amazing. He was wearing a red cape with the hood pulled up and he had fake claw marks across his face as if he had been attacked by a wild animal.

Eddie was dressed as little red riding hood, Richie realised.

And Richie was dressed as a wolf.

They were wearing matching costumes.

Richie spun around to look at Bev, who was smirking at him with a smug look on her face.

“Hi Eddie, cool costume,” Richie heard Stan greet Eddie.

“Thanks Stan. It was Bev’s idea, she suggested it and helped me with my makeup and stuff,” Eddie replied.

Of course it was Bev’s idea, Richie thought, rolling his eyes. Bev knew how Richie felt about Eddie, and she was always doing stuff like this, not that Richie cared that much to be honest. He always wants to spend time with Eddie.

“Hey Eds, looking good” Richie called out, catching Eddie’s attention.

“Don’t call me that” Eddie replied, but walked over to where Richie was standing anyway. “Huh, looks like we match?” Eddie asked, looking at Bev accusingly.

“You sure do boys, and you look great,” Bev said, slinging an arm over each of their shoulders, and knocking her head gently against Eddie’s. “Hey Bill! Take a picture of me and my boys!” She shouted at Bill, who was following everybody around, sticking his camera in their faces (Stan was the main victim, but he didn’t mind; he would do anything to keep his boyfriend happy).

Bill pointed the camera at the three of them and they posed while he took several pictures.

“Guys we should start getting ready to leave” Ben’s voice interrupted them, and Bev untangled her arms from around the two boy’s necks to go and find her coat.

“Ready to party Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie asked, looking down at his shorter friend with a smirk.

“Hell yeah.”

Twenty minutes later and they finally arrived at Sam’s house for the party, after having been distracted on the way out of Bill’s house by Bill’s little brother Georgie arriving home from trick or treating. They obviously stopped to talk to him (and steal some of his candy), they all loved Georgie just as much as they loved any of the other losers.

Walking into the huge house, Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand so that he wouldn’t get lost in the masses of people who were crammed into the house, and pushed his way through the crowd to get to the kitchen.

When they had finally elbowed their way there they were greeted by a girl named Ellen something, who was one of Sam’s friends and who must be in charge of distributing drinks at the party.

“Hey Richie, Eddie right? What can I get you guys to drink, we’ve got everything, I’d stay away from the punch though because its been spiked by about eight people so far,” Ellen laughed.

“I’ll just have a coke,” Richie told her, then turned to Eddie who nodded.

“I’ll have the same please,” Eddie said quietly.
“Help yourselves guys,” Ellen told them, gesturing to the many cans lined up on the kitchen counter. “You guys definitely have the best matching couples costumes I’ve seen so far tonight by the way.”

Richie choked on air. “O-oh we, we um, we’re not, we…"

“Thank you!” Eddie interrupted him, smiling at Ellen and grabbing their drinks. He pulled Richie out of the kitchen by their still entwined hands.

Eddie pulled Richie to a relatively quiet spot by the wall and handed him a coke. He didn’t say anything about Ellen’s comment, instead he started talking to Richie about how Mike had almost made him late because he was taking forever to wrap bandages around himself.

Richie couldn’t pay attention to a word Eddie was saying however, as he kept thinking about how the girl had called him and Eddie a couple, about how his hand was still warm from where Eddie’s had been grasped in it, about how Eddie’s lips looked so soft, so kissable. About how the feelings he had for the boy in front of him had been more than just friendship for a while now.

“We could be!” Richie shouted, interrupting Eddie’s ramblings, and causing the boy to look up at him, startled.

“What?” Eddie asked him, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“I mean… we could be. You know?” Richie replied, looking down at the ground so not to meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Richie I don’t-”

"She thought we were a couple, right? I’m just saying we could be…“ Richie trailed off, his voice an unsure mumble.

Eddie didn’t say anything, and Richie knew he had messed up. He started to pull his hand out of Eddie’s loose grasp, and turned to walk away.

In a sudden movement, Eddie’s grip on Richie’s hand tightened, and he pulled the taller boy towards him quickly, his other hand reaching up to rest agains Richie’s neck, his thumb brushing agains Richie’s delicate cheekbone. He surged up and pressed his lips against Richie’s. The kiss was short and soft, Eddie pulled away after a few seconds, and rested his forehead against Richie’s.

“Yeah, we could be,” Eddie whispered against Richie’s lips.

Yeah, Richie loved Halloween.

Bow And Arrow

Recipient: @rebel-author-chick

Prompt: ‘robins’, fluff/smut

Pairings/Characters: Clint x Reader, Natasha, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam

Words: 3377

Warnings: Language, smut, female receiving oral, unprotected sex.

A/N: First time writing a Clint fic which was interesting. Gotta hand it to @imhereforbvcky and @thenightmarebeforebucky for your help in figuring out how to characterise this. It worked wonders, thank you. It was fun to do this, though, thank you @oneshot-shit @marvel-ash

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Shy Girls And War Machines

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1847

Pairing: Sam WilsonxReader

Summary: Sam Wilson is hot for you. Like, ‘drooling over himself when he sees you in yoga pants or pyjamas’ hot. His flirtatious behaviour is amped up to the highest level, but when you don’t respond with anything but indifference, he starts thinking you’re just not that into him. Until a little chat with Steve clears the air. 

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Sweet Obsession  #3 ~Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Summary: Taehyung finds himself having a sweet obsession with you. is it dangerous? Or is it a mere children’s crush?

Pairing: Reader X Kim Taehyung

Genre: Stalker!Taehyung

P1  P2


The car ride was long, you didn’t know where he was driving too. You were going to ask but it seemed he was in a nice mood, you didn’t want to anger him any further.

You gripped forearms, teeth chattering from how cold it was. 

“Do you want the heating on?” he moved his hand to the dial, causing you to flinch.

“Yah!” he chuckled “If this is going to work out you’re going to have to trust me to not hurt you” 

The noise of the heater indicated hot air was coming out. You moved you’re body to the left to feel more of the air, sighing in relief.

You rested your head against the stone cold mirror, staring out at the road. Your eyes began to droop, you couldn’t sleep even if you wanted to, afraid of what he will do to you if you did.

“You can sleep” he whispered.

You nodded your head softly, soon the overwhelming feeling of sleep took your body into the dark world of your mind.

“Taehyung…” you muttered unconsciously, switching to the other side of the car seat.

“What?” he whispered, keeping his eyes on the road. “What is it love?” he uttered, moving his hand, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Taehyung, stop please” you whispered.

The confused boy sat still, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other patting your head. “Shhhh” he cooed. You eventually stopped stirring and filled the car with your soft snores.

You awoke to the sound of the car engine being turned off and the car door slamming, you looked out to see Taehyung walking towards a 50′s diner.

‘This is your chance’ you thought to yourself.

You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and gripped the door handle…but it wouldn’t budge. “That bastard!” you shouted, a car stopped next to you revealing to be small family of three plus a dog.

You looked at them and waved your hands, you banged on the window screaming help.

The Father looked at you distressed.

“Whats wrong?!” he shouted, you quickly put one finger over your mouth signalling for him to be quiet but it was too late.

You looked back to see Taehyung strutting towards the two cars, he had the food in one hand and the keys in the other.

“I’m so sorry, she’s had a bit to drink and I shouldn’t of left her” he smiled at the family, apologising.

The Mother and Father laughed awkwardly whilst their daughter slept in the back holding a ‘Ryan’ plush.

“No please!” you cry.

“Honey, calm down” Tae says as he buckles himself in the car and drives off.

“You absolute idiot!” he screams hitting your side, surely leaving bruises. He swerves over the road, “How could you do that?” he asked quietly.

“I’m sorry” you whispered, sitting still.

20 minutes of silence passed until Tae spoke up.

“I’m sorry, about hitting you” he sniffled “The thought of hurting you hurts me” a tear slips down his left cheek.

“Tae” you whisper the nickname out of habit.

“When did you know you were starting to like me?” you asked, the odd question surprised him.

“When I first knew I liked you wasn’t when you invited me to sit with you. You were at the convenience store, eating spicy ramen. I came in there because I saw you through the window…seriously, you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on”

You stared at his lips, the words fell out of them like water.

“Sadly, you don’t feel the same. You thought I was creepy right?”

You nodded.

“I knew you did, you were right in doing so. By the way, sorry for beating up your ex, it hurt to know he was the guy you slept with. Seriously Y/n, you chose him…over me? That hurt”

“Sorry” you whispered.

“I did, try to forget you though. During that period of you ignoring me, I slept with every girl I could. Old and Young. But no one compared to you. You know when I was fucking them, I thought of you” 

“Is that meant to be a compliment?” you questioned in disgust. He chuckled at you, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“I thought to myself, that I’ll have you soon. And soon enough here we are, driving to the apartment where we will start our new life together”

“Sooner or later we’ll get caught Taehyung, it’s best if we turn around now and turn yourself in. I’ll tell them Jisung came at us with the gun. You won’t go to jail, everything will go back to normal” you pleaded.

“What!? With you ignorning me when I text you, when I say hi to you in the hall you ignoring me?” he questioned making a sharp left turn.

“I admit, we’ve grown apart in the last couple of months. If this is what this is about, then we’ll be friends again.” you pleaded, but it was no use.

“Empty promises Y/n, empty promises”

September 6th
Two years prior 

“C’mon Tae! Live a little!” you exclaimed dancing in your room as he watched you, eyes never leaving your hips.

“Why should I? Why should I go to the infamous party of Park Jimin?” he wondered. You walked over to him straddling him, a move you normally do with him because you both know, nothing sexual ever comes out of it.

“Because it will be fun!” you shout, hold his cheeks with both of your hands.

“Empty promises Y/n, empty promises. Plus, you’ll leave me half way through” his hands rest on your hips.

“Kim Taehyung, I vow to never leave your sight” you smile, he kissed you on the nose, he nodded his head.

“Go get ready” he sighed. 

“Really?” you asked, “Yes, really” he replied.


“I really didn’t mean to leave you” you whispered, you admit. In the past couple of months you had been a total bitch to him, you let the rumours get to you and you ignored him.

4 months prior

“Did you hear about Taehyung?” Mina came up to you as you were discussing the knew romance movie with your other friend Jisoo.

“No, what?”

“They say he he moved schools because he nearly killed someone, thats why the principle didn’t want to be involved with Taehyung when we were 17, he was disgusted by him”

“Makes sense” Jisoo laughed.

“Y/n you have to stay away from him, just for a little while. If you’re seen with him your reputation will plummet ” Mina grabbed your arm.

“I guess so” you three walked your way to class through the universities halls.

“Here he comes” 

“Hey” Taehyung waved stopping in front of you.

Mina nudged your left hip.

“I-I-I-can’t talk right now” you pushed passed him with your two friends, speeding up.

“Oh, okay” he whispered.


“It became a habit after that” you whispered to him.

“Y/n, it’s fine. Get some rest” he whispered at you, patting your right thigh smiling at you.

Concealed secrets ∾ a.s

Originally posted by bullet-for-my-valentine09

posted 5/10/17

request? yes
   “ can you do 39 for Alex Standall with a fem! reader please?

prompt #39: reader and character are keeping their relationship lowkey but soon everyone starts asking about the hickies on their necks

pairing(s): alex x reader , justin x reader (platonic)

warning(s): short

You and Alex were a one night thing.

At least – that’s what Bryce assumed.

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Love Me Now

Summary: You and Bucky dance together, hoping the other will confess to their feelings first. Who’s it gonna be?

Word Count: 1632

Warnings: swearing, kissing

Prompt: “You are going to kill me with that look.”

A/N:  This for @the-shield-of-writing ’s challenge :) I didn’t meant to turn this into a song fic, but I feel like it really came into connection with what I was trying to write. Please let me know what you think!

You fiddle with your hands nervously as you stand in front of your bed, staring down the dress that lies there. The team just finished a major mission, and Tony’s decided to throw one of his infamous parties.

Although you were a confident person, getting ready to be in front of a large group of people was making your insecurities shine through. Your only solace was teasing Bucky, dancing around the mutual attraction you had with each other. Sometimes you’d ‘accidentally’ drop something in front of him, and sometimes he’d 'coincidentally’ work out shirtless when you were in the gym.

Although there was the humorous aspect, there also came the more intimate one. The one where both of your pulses would quicken when the other walked into a room. The one where the both of you doubt if feelings like that are even possible for people like yourselves.

Before you can get any more thoughts in, Nat and Wanda burst through your door, already wearing their dresses, except their hair and makeup aren’t done. Wanda’s eyes widen when she sees you aren’t ready, lifting the dress and shoving it into your arms.

“Y/N! The party starts in half an hour!” She scolds, ushering you into the bathroom before you can get a word in. You hear their muffled conversation as you sigh deeply, knotting your eyebrows together as you try to ignore your negative thoughts.

Instead, you focus on how nice the dress looks, hoping you can pull it off. It’s a strapless maroon dress that flows freely, highlighting your chest and exposed shoulders. After staring into the soft material for too long, you’re interrupted by three loud knocks on the door.

“Y/N! Hurry up in there!” Wanda calls out, and you hear the clanking of what you can assume are makeup items. Biting your lip, you nervously step out, looking anywhere but Nat and Wanda’s faces as they take in your image. “Holy shit! You look awesome!” Wanda exclaims, grinning wildly at you.

“You think so?” You haven’t seen yourself yet, so you shuffle over to the mirror. A timid smile makes its way onto your face as you take in your appearance. Even though your face is bare, you feel confident in the dress. “Come on, we’ve got to do your makeup.” Nat tugs at your hand, pulling you to sit in the chair at your desk.

She goes with a maroon lipstick that matches your dress colour, then does your mascara before moving Wanda to trade places with you. As soon as you and Wanda are ready, Nat does her own makeup, agile and flawless. “We look great, girls!” She exclaims, slipping on her heels as you and Wanda followed suit.

You go with heeled boots, they zip up easily and have memory foam, so your feet won’t be killing you the entire night. Standing up, you nod your head towards the door, hearing the satisfying click of your heels against the floor as Nat and Wanda follow close behind.

As the three of you near the party, the sound of music gets louder, and the three of you break off when you reach the floor. Nat goes to find a way to mess with Clint, and Wanda finds Vision. You on the other hand, make your way to the bar.

Before you can order anything, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. Spinning around, you’re met by Bucky, who looks as handsome as ever. His hair is brushed, and it seems like he’s shaved the scruff that had been forming. He wears a simple black suit, and you smirk as you watch him get taken by surprise.

His blue eyes scan up and down your body, fleetingly resting at your cleavage before his gaze snaps up to yours. There’s a red tint on his cheeks as he realizes he’s been caught, so he clears his throat to regain composure. “You look nice.” You nod your head towards him, cocking an eyebrow. “You don’t look so bad yourself Bucky.”

The two of you stare at each other, the tension growing until Bucky speaks uneasily, trying to diffuse the tensity. “Doll, you are going to kill me with that look. What is it?”

Your face flushes as you try to come up with an answer, but a certain song comes on. Silently thanking the DJ, you gasp, shooting off the bar stool. Not bothering to look at Bucky, you grab his elbow, dragging him along with you as he chuckles, following you with stumbling feet.

When the two of you are situated on the dance floor, you hesitantly place your arms around his neck, standing still as the song lyrics begin to touch you. You keep a distance, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Bucky grins like a madman and puts his right arm on the small of your back.

The grin fades as he studies his metal hand, afraid to touch you with it. Sensing this, you take one hand from his neck and gently take his left hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and placing a small kiss on Bucky’s thumb.

Afraid you’ve overstepped, you look at Bucky nervously, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. The look on his face nearly knocks the wind out of you, the adoration in his eyes too much to bear.

Bucky’s features seem relaxed, a small smile pulling up his cheeks. Everything he wants to say he holds in his eyes, the confession of love terrifying yet exhilarating. It makes his blood rush, the adrenaline only furthering the need to kiss you.

The two of you stare at each other, the intensity rising as Bucky leads the dance, taking a daring step by pulling you closer to him. As the song plays, you flutter your eyes shut, wanting to feel the lyrics as they convey exactly what you want to say to Bucky.

Bucky watches you, feeling his chest swell with affection as you mouth the lyrics silently, barely moving your lips. He pays attention to them, shutting his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, pursing his lips as he breaths deeply through his nose.

“I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone,”

“So I’m gonna love you now,”

“Like it’s all I have,”

Bucky opens his eyes, studying your face as finds himself coming to a realization of feelings. Sure, he’s thought about it, maybe even dreamt. This was different though, because this time he knows.

He knows that your laugh is enough to put a smile on his face.

He knows that whenever you smile, he finds himself giddy with emotion he hasn’t felt before.

He knows that this entire area of life is something that petrifies him with fear, but with that fear comes the determination to dive head first into anything, as long as you’re right there by his side.

James Buchanan Barnes knows that he is in love with you.

You hear the song near its finish, and open your eyes to find the pair of blue ones you’ve become so used to making you ecstatic.

You come to a self-revelation, one that lights up your entire face with an overjoyed grin. Pulling back, you study Bucky’s entranced expression, committing to memory the face of the man you’ve fallen in love with.

You memorize his hair, and how he fakes frustration when you mess it up, only to laugh and run his fingers through yours.

You memorize his lips, and the exaggerated pout he gives when you head to your room to watch movies, and ten minutes later you’re both engrossed in Disney.

Your heart’s beating so fast you’re afraid it’ll stop, when you try to memorize his eyes. The problem is, it’s impossible.

Bucky’s eyes are always changing, he can be in different moods when it comes to you.

The amused look when he smiles so much his eyes crinkle, a lot of the time at how dorky you’re being.

The scared look when you’re on a mission, and there’s a chance of you getting hurt.

His pupils will dilate in many instances, one being when he saw you in tonight’s dress.

Right now though, is one, if not your most favourite instance. Bucky’s face is centimetres from yours, his lips slightly parting as the final lyrics of the song echo throughout the entire floor.

You are in love with James Buchanan Barnes.

“And I know, it’ll kill me when it’s over,”

“I don’t want to think about it,”

“I just want to love you now.”

Bringing your face closer to Bucky’s, you know full well that he’s listening. “Bucky,” Your voice is low, effected by the fear of vulnerability and lust.

“Hmm?” He hums, his breathing audibly becoming heavier as he exhales shakily.

“I-” You do the same, closing your eyes and slowly inhaling.

“I love you.”

Bucky’s lips are on yours in an instant, as if those three words were the final hit to his dam, and now a flood of emotions were headed your way.

Both of his hands move to your back, pulling you in and holding you as close as possible. Your arms fly around his neck, and the two of you whimper as your tongues move in sync.

Bucky pulls away, tears welling in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The both of you laugh nervously, a few stray tears sliding down your cheeks as you move the wipe the other’s away, cupping each other’s faces.

“Happy crying?” Bucky asks, smiling knowingly at you as he sniffles.

“Happy crying Bucky, so happy.” You choke back a sob and bury your face in his chest, mumbling “I love you.” into his suit as the two of you embrace each other, closer than ever before.

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Late nights- Bucky Barnes

Bucky x reader

Let me know if you’d liked to be tagged in this series of late nights with the avengers. Tomorrow I will be posting a Peter Parker Late nights so stay tuned for that. (Yes he may not be a technical avenger but he’s still amazing and adorable and I love him)


Another day, another HYDRA base. Another Hydra base, another successful mission. Another successful mission, another one of Tony’s infamous parties, because you guys just “had to celebrate.” according to him.

Bucky wasn’t big on parties. Although Tony claims he’s forgiven him, there’s still some obvious tension and a sense of hatred when they’re around each other. He also felt that the rest of the team were always ready to fight him, as if they always had their guard up. Although T’challa got most of the winter soldier out of him, something could always trigger him and once he’s been set off it’s hard to get him back.The only people that treated him “normal” were Steve, Sam and Natasha. They would joke around with him and they were easier to talk to than the others but they babied him a lot. The only person who truly let him be, who wasn’t afraid or hated him was you

Bucky tried everything to get out of this party, but Tony said it was mandatory (after Steve told him to say so). Once the Quinjet landed everyone went to their rooms to get dressed. Bucky took the longest to get downstairs, feeling awkward in the modern style suit Steve got for him. When he went downstairs he was greeted with the sight of hundreds of guest dressed in their fanciest attire.

He walked through the crowd looking for you, not wanting to hear people ask if he’s alright or any stupid jokes about hm finally being social. Once he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to find you he decided to go to his usual spot during parties like this. The balcony.

When he opened the door he sighed in releif at the feeling of the cool night air on his face. He grinned at the sound of New York and… crackling fire?

He quickly turned his head in the direction of where the heat was coming from and saw you, wrapped up in a blanket holding a mug in hand.

“Y/N?” He said confused. You turned your head and gave him a small smile.

“What are you doing at my spot James?” You said jokingly (which he didn’t get).

“Your spot? This is my spot. I mean I can leave if you want, it’s just that this is where I normally end up during these ‘mandatory’ parties.” He said while looking down at the floor, afraid you’d judge him although you both know you’d never do that.

“Well no wonder we’ve never crossed path’s. I come to every party but I normally stay inside during the ‘mandatory’ ones. Come on sit, I keep a stache of blankets and hoodies in that bin if you need one.” Bucky goes and gets a blanket and sits next to you. When he sits down he notices the sparkly blue dress, that fits your frame perfectly.

“I don’t know why your out here. You look beautiful, you should go show off.” He said with his signature, playful smirk that only you would get to normally see.

“I don’t do parties, but thanks Buck. Your lookin’ pretty handsome yourself.”

“Thanks doll.” 

As the night went on this party became more bearable for the both of you. You were both cracking up about stories from your childhoods, or stories you told him about Steve and how frustrated he’d get learning how to use technology from Tony. As you two sat outside more the party was not dying down. It was getting colder and Bucky could tell.

“Hey doll, you wanna continue our party inside?” You simply nodded. You both put away your blankets and snuck through the party going unnoticed. You  went upstairs to Bucky’s room. He gave you a shirt of his, it being way to big for your body and he changed out of his suit into some sweats. You both climbed into his bed (eventually snuggling up to each other) as you watched movies like emperors new groove, making you both laugh and feel like care free children. This is a party you both preferred any day.


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Is it too Cliche to Match a Lil’ Bit?

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1220

Summary: You’re finally old enough to attend one of  your fathers infamous parties, and you decide to bring Spidey as your date—Nat and Cap help the two of you get ready.

A/N: I thought including the party in this post would be too long—if you want another part for the party scene, let me know! I imagine it’d be rather long, but I haven’t even began to think about it yet… Just let a sister know if you’re interested, and I will write it…

After years of convincing, your father finally allowed you to go to one of his parties. Sure, it was because it was a low-key party with only his closest friends and colleagues—but it was still a party! Not only that, but Peter was going to be invited, on account of his involvement with the Avengers. You two had been seeing each other for a few months now, and your dad has been taking it surprisingly well for how over-protective he is. He insists he’s okay with it, despite the extensive list of rules the two of you need to follow—Peter’s convinced he’s only been invited because Tony wants to keep an eye on the two of you, but you know how his parties are. With any luck, your father’ll be busy entertaining his tens of guests, and you’ll be free to have fun with Peter with minimal super-vision.

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Mrs Barnes

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

It was another one of Tony’s infamous parties with a bunch of people no one really knew. I was standing by the bar waiting for my drink when one of these random guys at this party came and stood beside me. I didn’t think much of it until I heard his sleezy vioce ask me what I was doing here alone. I tried to ignore him when I felt his arm around my waist, a little too close to me and too low. I was just about to twist my way out of his grip and tell him to fuck off when I felt a familiar hand yank me away and wrap around me protectivly. It was covered but I could feel the hard metal underneath. 
“What do you think you’re doing to my girl?” the question was like he really wondered but still had that threatening tone. His bright eyes displayed rage and his jaw was clenched. The guy must’ve seen the same rage I did because he studdered out an apology and left quickly. “Creep” he muttered under his breath and turned to look at me. “You okay, doll?” 
“Yeah, thanks” I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine. 
“Wanna ditch?” he wispered so only I could hear. I smiled excitedly at him. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He chuckled and took my hand and we left.

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