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Gleam party - Jack Maynard

Summary: It had been ages since you had last seen your friends. Luckily Gleam decided to hold a party were you could catch up and more… 

A/N: Look at how cute he is here. I saw Caspar’s video and got a sudden burst of inspiration to write again. Let’s hope it stays! x

“Good morning,” you smiled to the camera in front of you, “as I said yesterday, today is the day for the Gleam festival/party thing and I’m so excited! I get to see so many youtubers I haven’t seen in a long time and I’m really looking forward to this. But I do have to get ready first so I’ll see you in a bit.”

After ending the bit you turned off your camera and moved to take a quick shower. You slipped on a robe once you were finished and sat down in your makeup chair. “What to choose?” you mumbled to yourself. You decided to go quite natural with a bronze eye look and pink brown lips. You put on the outfit you chose beforehand to avoid a clothing crisis, and slipped into your converse. Once your sunglasses were on your face, you were good to go. After grabbing your bag and your vlogging camera you hopped in the car and started the journey.

You were genuinely so excited for this party, and couldn’t wait to see friends you hadn’t seen in ages. You had been on tour and after that you did some travelling so it had been some months since you had seen everybody. The person, though, you were looking most forward to seeing again was Jack. Feelings had blossomed after you formed a close friendship with most of the ‘buttercream squad’ as they were called, and it seemed as though he felt something for you, too. Hopefully, tonight would give you the last indication of his feelings and were he stood. 

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Wake Up 2 [Bucky Barnes]

Summary - Nearly a year after Bucky decided to return to cryogenic sleep, Steve continues to look for a cure. One day, Sam informs him that he’s found a person who can help.

Side note - Here’s part 2! Sorry it took longer than anticipated lmao. This isn’t like edited very well, so apologies in advance for any errors or typos. GIF isn’t mine! Part 1 here!

Warnings - anxiety? idk man

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In the many years Y/N knew Tony, she has never seen him as timid as he was today as they approached the private Facility in Wakanda. She nudged his side gently, worry evident in her eyes as she peered up at her long time good friend.

“Are you alright? You seem a little tense.” Tony shot her a reassuring smile and winked, “I’m fine.”

As the pair found their way in the lobby, they were immediately greeted by two men, T'Challa and Sam Wilson. “Ah, your highness,” Tony bowed his head slightly, taking T'Challa’s hand in his and shaking it firmly.

“Mr.Stark.” The burly man greeted.

“Tweety, how are you doing?” Tony teased. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly. “Thanks for coming, Stark.” He shook Tony’s hand and smiled.

T'Challa noticed the figure that hid behind Tony’s and immediately acknowledged Y/N. “Dr. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Y/N glanced over to him and beamed, “Likewise, your highness.” T'Challa took her hand and brought it to his plump lips, pressing a soft kiss on her skin. The flustered woman flushed and smiled sheepishly.

“Dr. I’m glad you’re here.” Sam chimed in, flashing her a wide grin.

“Hello, Mr. Wilson.” She addressed.

“Well, we better get going to the lab, Steve is anxious to meet you.” Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t anxious as well. She had been hiding for all these years, laying low key so her identity wouldn’t be exposed. Funny since she’s practically best friends with Iron Man himself.

“Lead the way.” T'Challa guided them to the lab, striking up a conversation with both Tony and Y/N.

The lab was huge and very modern. Y/N has seen Tony’s as well, but this was absolutely incredible.

“Captain!” T'Challa called.

Steve peered behind his shoulders, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Tony Stark. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched. “Your guests have arrived.”

Tony gulped silently and avoided squirming and fiddling. Y/N sensed his discomfort and hooked her arm around his in attempt to ease him a little. Tony glanced at his old pal and shot her a quick smile before looking back at Steve.

The soldier found his voice and spoke, “I’m so happy you came, Dr.” He approached the group and held out his arm for Y/N to shake. She obliged happily and shook his hand, “Mr.Rogers,” she nodded.

Steve hesitantly turned to Tony, anxiety building in his chest. “Stark,” Tony merely nodded and avoided his gaze.

“So who am I working with?” Y/N asked in a rush, breaking the overwhelming tension that filled the room. Steve looked behind him and motioned to Bucky, still asleep inside a glass tank.

“His name is James Buchanan Barnes.” She eyed the sleeping man curiously, slithering her arm away from Tony’s as she approached Bucky slowly.

She peered behind her shoulder after she got a good look at him. ‘‘What’s wrong with him?” She questioned.

Sam glanced over at Steve and shuffled, “He was one of Hydra’s,” Y/N bit back a terrified gasp at the mention of the fallen terrorist organization. Hydra was an all too familiar subject for Y/N and she wanted to steer clear from them at all times.

Tony distinguished the horrified and resentful look on her face and rushed to her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. “He was uhm, brainwashed you could say.” Sam finished.

“He wanted to be isolated until we could find a cure for him.” Steve added.

Y/N’s knees shook as horrible memories flooded her head. I can’t do this, she thought.

“Uh, excuse me for a bit.” She peered up at Tony with regret in her glassy eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Y/N sped out of the lab, on the verge of having a panic attack.

Her breaths were shallow and her whole body was trembling. Clammy hands furiously wiping away the hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

Tony quickly excused himself and ran after her.

“Y/N!” He called out, jogging over to her.

He got a hold of her waist, pulling her quivering body closer to his. Tony shushed her softly, stroking her hair as he did. “Pull yourself together, kid.” He mumbled into her silky locks.

“I can’t help them, Tony!” She sobbed.

“How the hell am I supposed to fix that man’s brain when I can’t even fix my own!” Tony witnessed as his good friend started to crumble. He knew he shouldn’t have dragged her into this.

“I know you can help them.” He insisted quietly.

Y/N scowled at him and pushed him away. “Why do you even care about them, Tony? You told me you hated Steve, and now you want to help him?” She said harshly.

Her words made Tony’s heart clench and his gut twist. He fully understood his motives. He was aware why he agreed to help Steve, it was because, “He’s my friend.”

Visibly shocked, Y/N’s face softens at his reason as her anxiety starts to swell down.

“I know this is too much to ask, but Steve needs your help.” Tony clamps his eyes shut. “Do this for me, please.” Y/N is torn.

She can’t risk her life for a man she barely even knows. But then again, what’s her purpose anyways? She’s been alive for more than 7 decades, she’s seen everything. Maybe this James man is worth a chance.

Fine.

First impressions (2/?)

Part 1

Warnings: Language mostly

NOTES: Part 2 of this soulmate AU thing. Im really excited to start posting the meat of this thing soon. let me know what you think. Requests are always open 


This was really the last thing you needed to worry about. Fury had been on your case about recruitment for two weeks and honestly Scott needed actual training. You were hoping that you were passed the point of ever running in to your soulmate. Sure there was always some small part of you that worried about it being one of the kids they brought in to train but you had refused early on to get close enough to any of them to have this be an issue. If they never spoke directly to you, their words didn’t matter.

I guess this batch of recruits were going to be different. Your Email alert went off and you nearly jumped out of your  skin.



Agent L/N,

Your new group of agents will be arriving later this week. Keep in mind that these agents have not seen combat and will need refreshed on several fighting styles before you evaluate them.

Good luck,

M. Hill





Perfect. You thought to yourself. So not only were you going to meet your soulmate this week, you had to train 24 people from the ground up. You pinched the bridge of your nose and rested your elbow on the desk. This whole situation could not get any worse.



Just as the thought entered your brain Steve peeked his head into your office.

Hey, Y/N, Do you have a minute?”



You nodded and motioned for him to take the seat in front of you. “What’s up?”



I just got off the phone with T'Challa. It looks like they have found someone that might be able to help Buck.” He said. You could see the hope behind his calm demeanor.



“Yeah, that’s amazing!”



“His name is Steven Strange. He’s, well honestly, he’s something else. He claims he’ll be able to erase the programming in Bucky’s mind entirely. I don’t want to put too much stock in this magic stuff but if it could help him… I have to give it a shot, Right?”

You were used to this by now. Every time there was someone or thing that claimed it could help Bucky Steve would come to you or Natasha to ask advice. Several things were too outrageous for either of you to let Steve go through with. But a couple of them actually sounded like they might work. You didn’t know anything about this Vincent guy so you weren’t in a place to give advice.

“What do you know about the guy?” You asked as you turned to your computer to search S.H.I.E.L.D’s database.

“Not much. Which is why I came in here.” You looked up from the computer screen to give Steve your full attention. “I want to meet him before I let him anywhere near Bucky. I want to know what his intentions are before I let him tinker with my best  friend’s memory. T'Challa says he’s done it before but… I don’t know. I don’t want to get too excited before I know for sure that it’s safe. What I guess I’m trying to say is that I’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

Steve looked like he was being torn in two. You could see the fear masking the hope in his eyes and it made your heart sink.

“Steve, You know I fully support anything that will help Bucky. He deserves a chance to start over. I think meeting with Vincent is a good idea. It’s better to know if he’s actually able and here to help before you let him see Bucky.”

Steve gathered you up in to a giant bear hug before leaving your office to finalize the details with the rest of his team. Natasha would be out on her mission for a couple more days so it was up to you to fill her in when she returned. If everything went well you wouldn’t be expecting Steve back for a couple weeks while he helped Bucky recover from what ever treatment Vincent had in mind. If it didn’t go well, Steve and Natasha would be back around the same time.

You headed up to the living quarters a little after 8pm, stopping off in the kitchen to grab a couple beers and some left over pizza before settling yourself in for the night. The bulk of your day had consisted of writing the recruit’s reviews and suggestions for placement. It left you with no time to check out Steve’s new lead, so you turned on your lap top and and reheated your food.

S.H.I.E.L.D had a small file on Doctor Vincent Strange. He was a gifted surgeon before his car accident. After he suffered nerve damage in his hand he went on some kind spiritual journey to find someone to fix his hands. When he came back he could do things. The file failed to call it magic but that’s exactly what it sounded like to you. It did mention some kind of hypnotism that helped remove memories.

You didn’t find anything concrete but if he could change Bucky’s memories this just might work. You sent Steve a quick text with what you had learned. You fell asleep waiting on a reply.

When you woke up the next morning you had a text from Scott asking when you could train and   one from Steve explaining the situation. You answered Scott first, telling him you were available at anytime for the day and then replied to Steve. Apparently, Dr. Strange was more impressive than his file made him out to be and they were taking Bucky out of cryo freeze today. You passed on well wishes and ran down to the gym. You were in need of a good run. You put your head phones in and started to stretch. Halfway through the first song your Email alert went off. You pulled up the email app and quickly read through the list of recruits that would be arriving tomorrow afternoon.

You decided to keep from individual interactions with the recruits for at least the first couple  days to be able to judge their ability without the bias of the soulmate bond. The last thing you needed was to compromise someones training because of a few words on your skin. If you could hold off the official meeting… Maybe you could avoid it some how.

Scott showed up at 2:30 and you got to work kicking his ass. He was decent but street fighting wasn’t a style that would save your ass against a HYDRA agent. You could see the moves Hope had tried to teach him when he got really desperate but honestly, it wasn’t enough. You slowed down dramatically to show him where he was miss stepping and how he should guard for certain attacks. After two hours of training and instruction, you felt pretty good about what he had learned. Scott stood up from where you had knocked him on his back again. He pressed his hand to his lower back and hunched over.

“Jesus, Y/N, I need a break.  I’m going to be so sore tomorrow and I have a play date with Cassie.”

“Sorry, Scott. Go ahead and get out of here. We’ll go again in a couple days.”






“Alright recruits! Listen up! I am Agent L/N. Today we’re going to be sparring with each other so that I can evaluate the areas you each need to work on. This will start out one on one but before your final day you must be prepared to defend against several attackers at once. I suggest you keep a close eye on your peers, look for mistakes and strengths that you can remove or implement in your own technique. If you are pinned for longer than three seconds your time is up and you’ll head back to your seats. This is not a pass/fail exercise. Tomorrow, after I review my notes we will move on to making you stronger agents and hopefully move you on to the next phase of your training. However, if you have shown no improvement by the end of your three weeks with me, you will be sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D for placement in one of their open departments. So please take the next few weeks very seriously.”

You stepped away from the training mats and started calling out groups of two and watching them. The first set couldn’t land a single hit in the 10 minutes you gave them and the rest of the agents weren’t any better. Your notes consisted of tough criticism and curse words. You weren’t normally this hard on the agents S.H.I.E.L.D sent but the itching and burning sensation on your ankle started to get worse as the day went on. It seemed like you were reaching down to scratch it every ten minutes. You knew there was no way it meant good news.

“Alright guys. As we all could see you have plenty of work ahead of us. You are free to use the rest of the night as you see fit. Grab some dinner, train, do some research, but most importantly get some sleep. Training starts tomorrow.” You dismissed the group and headed to your room. You turned on the tv for background noise but quickly fell asleep.



At six in the morning your alarm went off and you hurried to grab your notes and change into your training outfit before heading down to the gym. You hopped on the treadmill and started working on your pointers for each recruit. After an hour of running your leg started to burn so you decided it was time to stop. When you walked in to the locker room you rolled down the top of your sock to get a good look at the words for the first time since they first appeared. The letters had become tender and the skin around them inflamed. The tiniest amount of pressure sent a sharp sting up your entire leg. No one had said anything about this before.

You pulled your sock up as you heard two of the female recruits come through the door. They both spotted you and smiled before heading to their lockers. You quickly fastened the lock on yours before heading back out to the training area to wait for the rest to show up.

It was almost 8 AM before everyone had filed in. Most of them still had sleep in their eyes and were sporting serious cases of bed head. You sighed and walked out to the center of the room. You pulled the instructor voice out and addressed your audience.

“Alright, Does anyone remember why we train in so many different fighting styles?”

A hand shot up from the middle of the group. “Yes?”

“So that we can defend and incapacitate an attacker no matter the situation…” The blonde girl answered.

“Yes. Very good. Today I had a training session scheduled with one of our newest Avengers for this very reason. Scott?”

Scott slowly made his way from the locker room, giving the agents a small smile and wave.

“Scott here has agreed to help with today’s refresher. Are you ready?”

“Well, this is my first time with an audience so, be gentle.” He joked as he squared up.



You started with basic street fighting, which you knew Scott excelled at. You were trying to give the agents in their seats a taste of what real sparring felt like. After several minutes of both of you landing several good hits you stepped back and addressed everyone.

“That was basic street fighting. You will see this with most lower level thugs and those newest to fighting. Alright Scott, we are going to move on to some more difficult styles. We are going to go at a dramatically slowed down pace so that you can see exactly what we are doing.”


“Before you guys head off to get some lunch Scott and I are going to speed things back up.”

You turned to Scott and prepared for the next round. After couple of near pins from Scott you dropped to the floor and kicked his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground before you pinned him firmly to the mat.

“Okay guys, go grab some food.” You said before helping Scott off the mat.

“That wasn’t so bad, you picked up quite a bit since the first time.” You said with a smile.



“Thanks.” He said rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, you seemed a little off the other day. Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ve just got a few things on my mind right now.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. You seem a little better today.”

You pushed his shoulder playfully and told him to go get food before he passed out. On your way out the door you both heard someone faintly clapping from the other entrance. Your heads turned to see who it was when you got an eyeful of the Captain himself.

Oh no. You thought to yourself. This can’t mean good news. He should still be in Wakanda.

You waled over to him and he grabbed you up in a giant hug.

“How did it go?” You asked, a hint of disappointment coloring your tone. You were worried about Steve, you knew that this whole situation was taking a toll on him.

“It worked.” You looked at him in disbelief. “I know its crazy but he did it.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! When will he be here? I’d love to meet him!” You exclaimed. Steve was one of your closest friends here and you were excited that things were finally going his way. You were so excited that you almost didn’t notice your ankle flare.

“Any minute actually. He’s on his way up with Steven. He couldn’t to meet you. You really have been a life saver the last few months and he may have heard more than a few stories. Plus he could never resist a pretty girl.” Steve chuckle as the blood flowed to your cheeks.

You pulled your leg up to scratch  as you heard two voices making their way down the hall. The burning sensation got worse and you couldn’t stop scratching.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Steve asked you as you leaned down to focus your attention on your ankle.

“Yeah, Just a mosquito bite.” You lied.

“Well, Y/N, This is Bucky.” When you stood back up you were met with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. “Bucky, This is Y/N, the woman who should be crazy due to how much she’s had to deal with me in the last few months.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and a smile broke across his face at Steve’s words.

“Lovely to meet you, Doll.”





Shit.

Finally Home (Yoongi One-Shot)

Summary: Yoongi is finally home and excited to see you.
Members: Yoongi (Suga) x Reader
Type: Fluff/One-Shot/ teasing smut
Length: 608 Words

So Suga is one of my ultimate biases in BTS (besides V and J-Hope), so I have thought about this scenario one too many times. Anyways, I hope you guys like this scenario <3

I do not own these gifs

-Admin Kat

“Jagiya! Your beloved is home!” You heard Yoongi exclaim from the doorway to your apartment. You were sitting in your room taking a small nap. You knew your boyfriend was coming home today, but he wasn’t supposed to get back until later in the night. You had decided to sneak in a good nap, but now you were completely wide awake. You could hear as Yoongi placed his bags in the hallway and started to make his way towards you. “Jagi, you better not be asleep without me.” Yoongi yelled as he moved closer. You jump up to your feet and stood near the door. The moment he entered, he spread out his arms in a cute gesture to hug you.

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You pulled him into a sweet hug. “Yoongi, why are you here already? You were supposed to come later.” You told him in an excited voice. He smiled at you and kissed the side of your head before walking over to the bed. “We managed to get an earlier plane. I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to make it a surprise.” His smile grew wider as he looked at your own smile growing. You loved when Yoongi decided to do cute things like this. He was usually too lazy to make elaborate surprises and to blunt to do things that were considered ‘cute’. But to you, the small things were cute. He fell back onto the bed. “I’m so tired!” He exclaimed; not really surprising you.

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He turned his head to look at you. “Are you hungry? Did you get to eat at all? I can go make you something.” You asked in a hurried voice. You had made a plan to make him an elaborate dinner, clean the house, wear your new sexy dress, and fix the bed so it was more comfortable then it currently was. Now all of that was ruined. Yoongi smiled over at you. “No, jagi, just join me in bed. I want to take a nap.” He told you as he reached out for you. You shook your head, “no, I look absolutely hideous right now. I didn’t have time to do my hair or put makeup on for you.” You told him as you started to cover your face. He laughed at your reaction. “Jagi, stop it. I don’t care about your makeup. You look perfect.”

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When you still didn’t come towards him, he smiled at you and stuck up his hand. “Come on, you know how much you missed these fingers.” He teased as he waved his fingers around. He gave you a playful wink and you couldn’t help but blush a little. You slowly walked over to him and took his hand in yours. “Yoongi, aren’t you a little too tired for something like that?” He sat up as you spoke. He pulled you close so you were between his legs. He kissed you sweetly before shrugging. “I’m never too tired for you.”

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He tried to kiss your neck, but you pushed him away gently. “Not right now. You should sleep and I will go make you something to eat. Later tonight we can have a little fun. Okay?” You suggested as you started to walk away. He laughed at you and still reached out towards you. “No, jagi. Would you stay if I used some of my best aegyo?” He asked as he tried to keep you close. You laughed at him as he threw flying hearts and kisses towards you. He chuckled at your laughing and pulled you into a tight hug. “Ah, I missed you so much.” He whispered into your ear.

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Imagine and One-shot for: ouran-host-club-imagines

Imagine and One-shot are different subjects & characters

Rating: G

Today was the day! Today was the day you were going to tell Finny you loved him. You’ve known him for a year now, and over that one year, you fell in love with the gardener. He was so sweet and kind, and tried to be gentle, despite his strength. The mansion had been under attack many times, and he’s managed to protect you from harm’s way, no matter what.

 You weren’t good at much except cooking and tending to stuff that needed attention. Hence, the only reason you were hired. It was a suitable pay and you needed to money to pay back debts that were owed. You always helped Finny in the garden whenever you could catch a break. He didn’t need Sebastian’s help anymore when he had you.

 The thought of him made your heart skip of a beat with his cute smile and bright eyes. You wanted to tell him so badly, but you didn’t know how to say it. It’s like you were lost and no words could leave your tongue. You had tried before, but only froze in your sentence of three little words with a big meaning.

 "(Name)? Are you okay? Do you need me to get Sebastian for you?“ Finny’s voice rang out and you squealed, jumping into the air. "Finny!” You exclaimed, clutching your chest, “You can’t do that!” Finny smiled, “Sorry, (Name)! You looked lost. I wanted to make sure.” You blushed, “That’s sweet, Finny." 

  You sucked up all the courage you had and leaned forward, pressing your lips onto his. After a second you pulled away, your blush deeper than before, "I, uh, love you, Finny.”

 Finny broke out into a grin. “I love you too, (Name)!”

 "What are you two doing? Get back to work!“ Sebastian scolded and the two of you took off, hand in hand.

Catching Feelings Chapter 11: A Zankiefic

Okay so before this chapter I just wanted to thank some of my fellow fic writers for coming to my rescue with this chapter. all-the-ships-are-sailing zankiewriter and kelbottumbles offered encouragement and ideas and kind words and I really appreciate it. It genuinely means something to have anyone care about this story enough to read it let alone help me when I’m sitting over here a mess. They write amazing fics as well and legit are the three people that inspired me to try writing this fic at all so thank you. I hope y’all enjoy this chapter and I’d like to dedicate it to Papa Frank, grandpa Grande. You are sincerely missed and dearly loved. 💖

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*Zach’s point of view*

I woke up to my phone ringing. I’d fallen asleep on the couch after dinner when it was still light outside, and the darkness around the room told me it was much, much later.

“Hello?” I mumbled stretching.

“H—Hi love.” The voice paused to sniffle. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

I sat up once I realized he was crying on the other line.

“I’m up, I’m up. What’s wrong babe, why are you crying?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it over the phone. Can I come over?” He asked.

“Of course. Come over now.”

“I’m here already, come get me.” He whined.

I hopped off the couch and headed straight to the door. He was standing there eyes red, tears rolling down his cheeks. I opened my arms immediately for him feeling better as soon as we were together. Instead of heading for the stairs I tugged him to the couch and tried to get him comfortable. I took his shoes off and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch to cover us both up.

For a while we sat in silence without me asking any questions. I just let him cry and get it all out. My fingers wove through his hair comfortingly waiting for him to tell me what was wrong. I knew what it was but I didn’t want to pressure him into telling me. It surprised me how much it broke my heart to see him that way though. I’m not sure why. Every time I thought I understood my feelings for him he changed it again, and I was okay with that.

“You wanna talk about it?” I whispered into his hair.

“I’m just miss him so much.” He sobbed into my neck.

He sat up and I managed to grab him some Kleenex to clean his face before he opened up about it.

“Everything was so beautiful and we celebrated him, but when everyone else was crying I had to be strong for them. I had to make jokes and remind them of the good times and how happy he made us all, which is fine, of course I’d do that for my family. The problem is that when you’re smiling for everyone all day you never get the time to grieve, I didn’t get to talk about how much I miss him, and how much there was left of him to see of me. Everything’s changing and I’m finally doing something. I’m finally making a name for myself and he’ll never get to see that. I just…I never got to say goodbye.”

He started to cry again and I felt a tightness in my chest. I knew what his grandfather meant to him and I couldn’t just sit there and not react to how he was feeling. I fucking loved the kid too much for that.

“Hey,” I mumbled taking his cheek in my hand. “I know that it sucks. And I know how important he was to you, and what a big role he was in your life, but we both know this isn’t what he would want. He loved you and he would be damned proud of everything that you’re doing, of the man that you are. It’s alright to cry cause you’re here with me and you don’t have to be strong all the time. Just don’t be sad. Grandpa Frank wouldn’t want you to be sad. You read the letter, you did everything he would’ve wanted you to do and more.”

He sniffled and nodded trying to to accept the words coming out of my mouth. I took him into my arms again to soothe him as best as I could. Thankfully it seemed to work.

“You never got to meet him.” He sniffled.

“I know, that sucks. You tell me such great things though I feel like I know him.”

“He would’ve loved you I think. His sense of humor was so weird, he was sarcastic like you. You two would’ve gotten along.”

“Tell me more. The good times are more important that the bad.”

And he opened up. He smiled and laughed like he must’ve done at the celebration, but it was genuine. I wasn’t family, so he didn’t have to play anything up for me. It was just the two of us on my couch at three o’clock in the morning talking. We could’ve honest with each other. That felt really nice.

“Oh god I must look a mess.” He sighed.

“A beautiful mess, you’re totally owning it right now.”

He giggled and snuggled deeper into my arms.

“I appreciate the honesty, love.”

“You probably didn’t eat while you were at the celebration. You want me to make you something?” I asked.

“I don’t wanna put you out.”

“No it’s fine stay here, relax I’ll be right back okay?

I scurried off to the kitchen searching around for something to cook for him. Thankfully mom had went shopping recently so I had stuff to chose from. I didn’t realize what I was making it till it was done and put on the plate. He was sitting on the couch on his phone when I came back, and if made me happy to see a smile on his face after the way he came in.

"Is this what I think it is?” He gasped taking the plate from my hands.

“Roast beef, hummus, and avocado. And you said I couldn’t cook.”

“Is this one actually for me or do you wanna go offer it to Derrick first?” He smirked.

“Oooooo you’re so funny babe.”

I plopped down on the couch making room so he could sit down in between my legs. He let me lean my head on his neck and wrap my arms around his waist. As much as I hated the circumstances it made me super happy to have him with me again.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked hesitantly.

“Uh huh. After this sandwich you can practically have your way with me.”

I chuckled keeping my eyes on his neck. “This day without you has been terrible. I spent the whole time thinking, ‘I wonder what Frankie’s doing. I hope he’s having a good day. He probably looks fucking hot today.’ It was the worst dude. Like I just wanted to be with you. Pizzle and I went golfing, we shot some hoops, I took him out for ice cream but … You were just constantly on my mind.”

I tightened my hold on him and he leaned into my touch.

“You should just come to New York with me. There are so many opportunities for you there. We’ll just doing do the struggling artists in NYC thing and eat Chinese on the floor and make love all over my apartment, get Starbucks in the morning and be adorable together.” He cooed.

I laughed. “Oh yea. Struggling artists in NYC who have to fly to LA so you can host the red carpet at the AMAs and watching your sister perform in front of dozens of celebrities.”

“Don’t ruin my vision Rose.”

We laughed together though.

He finished his sandwich and we laid down on my couch for the night. We didn’t have sex. I kept his body close to mine snuggling him closer to me. His leg found its way around my hip, my arms around his hips. And we fell asleep in this warm, blissful little bubble of ours. Everything was perfect.

*Frankie’s point of view*

That night meant more to me than he could’ve ever imagined. It wasn’t that I didn’t have anyone I could talk to about how I was feeling. For some reason though when I was sitting there hurting, I just wanted to talk to Zach. He made me feel better. He didn’t always know the right thing to say, but he was always so enthusiastic, so warm and giving. Just looking into his eyes made me feel better. It was weird.

I wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. When my heart just completely began to belong to him. Maybe it was the way he let me fall asleep on his chest. No sex, no hot make out session. Just his arms around me and the sound of his breath lulling me to sleep. Maybe it was waking up the morning after and having breakfast with his family, who were a hundred percent respectful, and having him constantly check to make sure I was okay. It was the back squeezing and the arm rubbing, the kisses on the forehead and neck. He was pulling me in deeper by the second, and I couldn’t have been happier.

“So what’s the plan?” His mom asked.

He’d been messing around with Pizzle but stopped to answer the question.

“I’m gonna…. Go to New York. There are some things lined up for me there. I also have to go to Canada. Then I’ll probably fly back to New York for Rock of Ages, then I’ll be back in time for this dingus’s birthday.” He smiled ruffling Peyton’s hair.

She smiled. “Will you be staying here after that?”

I felt his eyes travel to my face. I was actually looking forward to the answer to that myself.

“I think… I think I’d like to enjoy New York for a while. Hang out with the family up there. Just for a couple of weeks. Is that okay?”

She surprised us all with her answer: “Of course if that’s what you want. You are a grown up now after all.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

I almost didn’t expect him to go through with it. Sure enough I helped him pack, and we managed to trade my ticket in for two lower class tickets next to each other. That was a big deal obviously cause I sure do love to spoil myself. All I knew was I was on a plane next to this really sexy guy who kept me laughing through the entire flight and also let me play with his penis.

“Frannnnnkie!” He giggled squirming in his seat.

I reached across the aisle to stop the attendant and brought out a little Rachel Vodkacran.

“Do you have any vodka?” I whined gripping her arm.

Zach cracked up coming to my rescue. “He’s kidding , he’s kidding! Don’t mind him. Frankie you’re gonna get us kicked off the plane.”

He kept laughing as I kissed his neck roughly. “I love your body so much.”

“You’re too much, people can hear us.”

We kept laughing despite everyone else obviously not happy with the loud, obnoxious gay boy pestering people for vodka. So I let him calm me down a little bit and we ended up watching a movie together. Besides … I could have my way with him after we landed. 😘

“Are you gonna be hungry when we get home?” I asked eyes tracing his lips.

“N—No why?”

“Oh that’s a shame. I was feeling kinda hungry myself. I haven’t had anything in my mouth all day.”

We’d made it to the airport and gotten a taxi. I only had to wait until that car came to a stop in front of my apartment to yank him towards the bed. He slid his hand into my lap palming me through my jeans as if I’m not the horniest person on the face of the planet. It was fun for Zach to make the move though. The more we were together the more confident he got in making moves on me, and momma was not complaining.

He started to suck on my neck, doing wonderful things to the flesh until it was purple. I could feel the warmth of his breath and it drove me absolutely insane.

“Zaaaach.” I giggled.

He kissed his way along my jaw giving me another firm squeeze. A whimper tore through my lips as I began to harden in his hand. By the time we pulled in front of my apartment we were jumping at the bit to get to the safe confines of any room.

“Here, keep the change.” Zach rushed throwing a crumpled dollar bill at our driver.

We struggled out of the car grabbing bags and running as fast as we could. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him all over my body, wanted his breath to be hot and rushed on my skin. We thrashed through my front door dropping bags instantly and ran for each other. He caught me in his arms kissing me roughly the way I like it. As usual though, we didn’t make it very far. Zach stopped at the kitchen, pressing me into the counter and working on my belt as our lips continued to stir.

“Why do I have a feeling you keep lube in your kitchen?” He smirked nibbling my bottom lip.

I groaned. “Bottom left drawer next to the dishwasher.”

“Taking your fucking pants off.”

I did as he asked, my heart beat pounding in my throat the entire time. There was something very electric about me and Zach. The sexual tension was always there, always present, but kept at bay until we chose to acknowledge it. And when we did; it was magic.

“I love you.” He insisted.

He sucked my bottom lip in between his teeth before pulling away and spinning my body so that I faced the counter. Then he touched my neck shoving me forward so that my ass stuck out.

“Oooo Zach I’ve taught you well.” I smirked over my shoulder.

“Mmm shut the fuck up.”

His fingers fluttered through my hair gripping it tight. I listened to the glorious sounds of lube being poured onto a cock and knew that my Zach attack wouldn’t dare to disappoint.

Zach had yet to learn the beauty of foreplay it seemed cause he went straight for ramming it up my ass, but in that moment it didn’t matter. I just had to feel him.

His thrusts were hard and rugged forcing my hole to mold around his dick. I leaned my arms against the counter taking the abuse he dished out and loving every fucking second of it. Zach kept his arms around me hammering me into the counter top. I arched my back moaning feeling his cock hit deep inside of me. His pelvis touched my ass and he ground his hips so hard and so good against me. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I was intoxicated by the very presence of Zach. It didn’t hurt that he had a great penis and knew how to use it.

“Zach….Fuck, fuck yes baby keep going!”

He grabbed my hips firmly enough that I imagined there’d be a bruise there the next day and continued to hump against me.

“Jesus Frankie you feel so good.” He gasped rutting into me.

We lost sight of any form of rhythm as we moved towards our climaxes. He laid his head upon my shoulder gripping at the counter top and slamming his hips against me. I felt it building, clawing through my body and boiling until I couldn’t stop it anymore. I reached behind me ripping my fingers through his hair and forcing our bodies even closer. We smashed together as he came sinking his full weight into me and beginning my own orgasm. We sunk to the floor lying in a messy heap. What a beautiful welcome home.

*Zach’s point of view*

“Hey you wanna come to rehearsals today? I know I said no before, but we’ve got it on lock and I’d love for you to see.” Frankie smiled.

He’d crawled into bed on top of me giving me that smile of his that made my stomach do weird things.

“Actually I was gonna go have lunch with Joan…. Plus I wanna be surprised on opening night like everyone else.”

He sat up eyes wide with shock. “Joan? As in my Joan?”

“Yea. She DM’d me on twitter and said we could talk if I ever needed to. I thought I’d take her to lunch, be a good boyfriend.” I shrugged.

“You’re not proposing already are you?”

I chuckled wrapping my arms around his body and kissing his lips.

“Not quite yet. I just wanna get to know your family a little more. Plus she talked a lot about the career choices I’ve been making and said she could help me out. I didn’t want her to bother, but your mother is quite persistent. All you Grandes are actually.”

“Tee hee, we’re amazing. That should be fun. If you and my mom become close I pswear I’ll marry you.”

“Really? That’s the deciding factor?” I asked playfully tickling his sides.

“You’ve got me all wrapped up you know that. I just want you and my mommy to get along too. She loves you already. We text about you daily.”

“Oh do you now, and what things do you say?”

“Good things baby, all good things. Now I’m gonna go pick you out an outfit for lunch before rehearsals and you’re going to walk me there.”

I watched him skip off towards the closet where my clothes now set next to his. Of course my section of clothes was only a fraction of what he had, but I was just happy he gave me any space at all.

We each got dressed before taking a taxi to his rehearsals. We held hands the entire time while still managing to be completely consumed in social media. It just felt good to have him near me, to know that if my heart so desired I could reach out and touch him. He had his rehearsals and I respected that, so when he had to go every day I tried to be as cheerful as possible.

“I’ll pick you up after rehearsals? Maybe your mom will want to come hang out.”

He nodded wrapping his arms around me tight. “Maybe, she does have to get back to the princess I’m sure.”

“That just means I get the prince all to myself.”

“Mmmm I love you so much Rose.” He giggled.

“Me too.” I smiled.

He walked away reluctantly keeping our fingers touching until the very last possible second. Then he was gone and I was on my way to have lunch with his mother. Life in New York couldn’t have been better for me. Florida was great, I loved Florida, but quite frankly I never did anything. If it wasn’t golf or Pizzle it usually didn’t involve me. In New York I felt like I could make something of myself, doing things I never could’ve done in Florida. There were so many opportunities and things to do and if it meant that I got to be closer to Frankie well… I saw no reason to stay.

“Zachary!”

It was weird how happy Joan seemed to see me. She wrapped her little arms around me and gave him a huge squeeze. It kind of reminded me of my mom, and kept me from being too home sick.

“How’s my baby doing?” She asked as we sat down.

I smiled. “He’s really good. He’s does rehearsals all day and then we usually eat dinner and watch movies or cuddle and stuff.”

“Awww that’s cute. What do you do while he’s at rehearsals?”

“Well I usually sleep and eat and wait for him to get home. It’s kind of like what I did at home except instead of waiting for Pizzle I’m waiting for Frankie.” I shrugged.

She frowned at this. I knew it wasn’t normal to nothing all day, but it was just kind of the habit I’d formed for myself. Being around Frankie and his family, it felt like more was expected, and I couldn’t help but want to be a part of that. Plus people in the world liked me…. I mean of course they did I’m fucking awesome,but I had a fanbase, people waiting to see what I was gonna do next. I didn’t want to disappoint them. I also had no idea what I should do.

“Well Zach you were arguably the biggest player of the season. Everyone loved you, Don’t you want to take advantage?” She asked.

“Yea I do. And I’m trying but … It’s not as easy as I thought. There’s a lot of backlash. Also a lot of people who get mad if I do I something without Frankie. That’s one of the reason we haven’t told people we’re hanging out much, Frankie says we should be able to separate our careers from our personal lives and he’s trying to help. I’m kind of in the dark.”

“I know you said you had management, but that maybe that management wasn’t the best in the world?”

“Well we’re doing our best. I just kind of try out projects and see if they like it and if they don’t I try something else.”

She nodded. “I took the liberty during some down time to kind of love through social media and get the general consensus of those projects. Like the YouTube channel?”

“They don’t like it. I’ve noticed.”

It didn’t bother me much that they didn’t like it. It was just frustrating trying to find what they did like. Sometimes it seemed like if I wasn’t sucking Frankie’s dick no one would be interested and I didn’t wanna do that. I didn’t wanna rely on him for fame because he was Frankie grande. I loved him, I wanted our relationship to be purely about love.

“Zach I think you’re over thinking it a little bit. They don’t need to have you and Frankie, they don’t want wild scripts, and costumes. They just want you. The kind of stuff that vloggers do on YouTube is exactly what they want from you. And you can make a living from YouTube if it’s really what you wanna do. If I was giving you professional advice that’s what it would be.”

She gave me a list of youtubers to go home watch before we ordered lunch. She also made it very clear she wasn’t helping me for any sort of personal gain. She said and I quote, “you’re important to Frankie so you’re important to me. You’re a good kid I just wanna see you do good things.” I almost giggled. Yes giggled. Thank god I avoided that huh?

Lunch was fun. We talked about Florida and my family and Nonna and all sorts of other shit. She was one of the sweetest people I’d ever met and she loved me. My first serious relationship and the mom can’t get enough of me. Go Zach.

“So like Frankie … He’s pretty materialistic right? Do I have to buy him stuff every week?” I asked.

She laughed. “No I don’t think so. He’s materialistic but he likes to buy his own stuff, he prides himself on being financially stable. I’m willing to bet he’ll want to buy you stuff all the time. And you just kind of have to let him. That’s how he shows he loves you. He sees something and he thinks of you and he wants to give that to you. If you wanna impress him you’re doing the right thing. Family is priority number one so going out to lunch with me is probably driving him crazy.”

I remembered how big his eyes got when I told him I was hanging out with his mother. It was kind of adorable.

“I thought it was important to get to know you guys. I wanted to spend more time with Ari. She was really sweet at the party, but she’s busy obviously and I didn’t wanna come off like I was trying to take advantage of her fame or anything. Plus I get pretty caught up in Frankie, that kid’s amazing”

“That’s so cute!” She cried.

It was like I could do no wrong. She listened to me and was sweet about everything. It just made me so appreciative of Frankie and his family. It almost made me think more about Florida and New York. Which one did I really wanna be in? I was twenty four years old with nothing but a diploma and big brother to show for it. I knew I could do so much more. And I knew there was someone out there that I could do it with.

I kept thinking about it though. We left lunch and she tagged me along to do shopping in the city. Apparently since she was constantly with Ariana Christmas shopping was practically impossible so she wanted to get a head start. It was basically my first time out in the city without Frankie and it was actually the best time. By the time we went to pick up Frankie I was surprised I’d made it through out the entire day without a nap.

“Zach! Come here I want you to meet everybody! My boyfriend’s here bitches.”

Joan started giggling again. I don’t get what’s with the Grande women and giggling, but it must have something to do with how fucking adorable me and Frankie are.

I wrapped my arms around him loosely letting him introduce me to all of his co stars. He was incredibly adorable when he was in his element and broadway was exactly his element.

“You ready to go?” I asked running my fingers up and down his sides.

He nodded. “I can’t wait to hear about this lunch you had with mommy.”

“We didn’t talk about you too much, don’t worry.” Joan joked.

“Oh yay.”

He wrapped his arms around the both of us as we headed out.

It was in the taxi that I think I made my decision. He was leading into my body talking to his mother and laughing. My heart literally swelled with how much I loved him. I didn’t wanna spend a week with him and go back to Florida. I didn’t want to FaceTime and text and talk on the phone. I wanted to be right there living it with him. Anything else just wasn’t acceptable.

“Can we talk after your mom leaves?” I whispered in his ear.

He looked oust me with soft eyes. “Sure. What about?”

“About my staying here, with you. In New York.”

“Oh…..OH. Yea we can talk about that.”

I nodded leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.

“I love you franklin.”

He smiled and I fell deeper in a spiraling pit of feels.

“Oh I love you too. Way too much.”

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

Part 1,Part 3

Y/N-Your Name Y/L/N-Your Last Name

“Good morning class.” Your professor said, “Today in Defense against the Dark Arts we are going to cast our own Patronus.”

You smiled happily and glanced at your friends whose smile match your own. All of you were very excited to see what your Patronus would be. You of course had been talking about this moment for a while.

In the classroom where you were there were both Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. It seemed that the room suddenly burst with electricity. So many people were excited.

“Okay let’s see who goes first…” The professor trailed off. “Ms. Evans?”

The red-head shot up in her seat and headed towards the front of the classroom and casting her patronus with ease. It came out as a beautiful doe. You smiled knowing Lilly, she was one of your good friends in Gryffindor. Unaware behind you a little ways James sat there with his mouth wide open. While his friends had their eyes wide open.

“Now who’s next, how about a Hufflepuff. What about Ms Y/L/N.” Your professor said.

You looked at your professor and all of a sudden feel nervous what if you couldn’t do it. Cautiously you walked to the front of the class and pulled out your wand.

“Okay now Ms Y/L/N think of the happiest of memories and say the spell. If it works you should be able to create your Patronus.” You teacher stated, “Now class remember that your Patronus can be any animal.”

Now it was your turn to do something. Taking in a deep breath you thought of all the moments you have had with your friends from all the houses. Playing pranks with the maudurers. Doing homework and laughing with your Ravenclaw friends. Going to Hogsmed with your Hufflepuff Friends. And talking with your Slytherin friends. “Expecto Patronum” you almost whispered. A whisky looking thing flew out of your wand and started to take shape. All of a sudden it became a wolf, a female wolf and ran around the classroom. You laughed with glee as it ran around you. Then vanished as you dropped your want.

“Excelent!” Your professor said very happy that his prize pupils were able to cast their corporeal patronuses.

You smiled and looked around the classroom. Catching Remus break into a giant grin. Before moving on to the next person.

Once you say back down in your seat a band of coughs and sneezes came from the back of the classroom. Especially from Remus and James. Finally Remus raised his hand glancing at you a couple of times before the professor let him speak, “Professor it seems like James and I castes a wrong spell and are now having fits of flu like symptoms. I’m sorry.” He said to the professor sneezing at he beginning and the very end. Maybe it’s because Remus was a great student or that the professor didn’t want anyone else to get sick. He let them leave and go get help with their, “illnesses”.

Class continued normally and everyone either casted their Patronus or almost did. As you left the class you passed Remus and James who were talking amongst themselves. They walked straight into the classroom you had just walked out of and too the teacher. You grabbed Lilly’s and your friends arms and dragged them back to the door which was now a crack open. “There has to be a reason they left class.” You whispered kneeling next to the door while your friends stood at awkward positions above you.

The firs one to cast his Patronus was James. He also did it with ease and it came out as a stag. You glanced up at Lilly who had her mouth open and here eyes surprised.

“That’s why he left. Maybe Remus was just helping him get out of there.” Lilly stated after snapping out of her gaze.

“Or they both have the same patronuses as each other and you have the complimentary one.” Another friend whispered.

Lily shot her a disapproving look, “Trust me, that’s not it.”

Now it was Remus who was casting his Patronus. He stood there a couple of seconds glancing at James before casting his own. It became a wolf just like yours but much larger and much more masculine. Your eyes grew wide as you watch your friend create a complementary patronus. A warm feeling spread through you and a small smile fell upon your face.

But the smile was cut short when one of your friends lost her footing and fell on top of you, “Oof.”

The small group inside the classroom looked to where the sound came from and saw you and your friends through the crack. But didn’t get a chance to say anything because you all ran down the hall and then outside. Thankfully it was the end of your class day. You all stopped behind a tree and caught your breath.

“Well, that was something. It seems like Y/N is okay with it, but lily you appear as if you have seen a ghost.” Your Hufflepuff friend said then burst out laughing.

You heard your name being called and you and your friends started running once more. It looks like you would be running the rest of the day.

They will have to catch you to talk to you.

(Yay Part 2!!!!! Maybe part 3?)