What motivates you in the end? Apart from being creatively satisfied? When I’m thirty, I want to have made it so far that I can care for the people around me. I already started to change the lives of my family. I come from a working-class family — my parents split up when I was three years old and both built new families. My mum has two daughters, aged three and five. My dad has four children and my oldest brother now attends a movie course at college. And one day I’ll have a family of my own. Those people are not there yet but they’re my motivation, as well.
“I don’t know what the future holds for [Y/N] and I but there’s no doubt in my mind, right now, that I’ll end up marrying her. I can feel it just about every time I look at her. It’s an incredible feeling to look at someone and feel the things I feel. And I know we’re still young and that a lot of things can happen from now and till then but these feelings are strong. I honestly can’t believe it some days. I’ll just look at [Y/N] and think to myself, ‘yeah, this is the life I want to live, with [Y/N] by my side every step of the way’. I want to believe that, this is not something a twenty year old thinks about but I really, truly do. I can’t really imagine her not being in my life, you know? It’s just not a possibility. I won’t stand for it. There’s no one in this world that will ever compare to her nor do I want to find out. I’m so fortunate to call her my girlfriend because I watched her for years be with someone who didn’t deserve her and now I can make up for the time she didn’t realize how incredibly special she is. [Y/N] also gets along with absolutely everyone in my life which is extremely important to me. I swear they even like her more than me some days. But, yeah, I can definitely see myself with her for the rest of my life. Ten or so years from now, living the married life with baby Tom’s running around. It’s the perfect end goal.”
request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.
**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.
your p.o.v ━
you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.
you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.
you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.
“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.
“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.
mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.
“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.
she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.
“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.
“here you go- oh.”
you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.
you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.
“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.
“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.
“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.
“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.
“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”
“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”
she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.
jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.
“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.
you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.
he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”
you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”
he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.
“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.
you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.
“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.
“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.
it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.
though, jeff had other plans.
jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.
you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.
your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.
“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.
you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.
“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”
you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.
“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.
you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.
“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.
you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.
“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.
you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.
you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.
suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.
your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.
jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.
your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.
he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.
though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.
you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.
“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.
while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.
he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”
“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”
he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.
“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.
“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.
you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.
it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.
“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.
he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”
you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.
you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.
“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.
jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.
you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.
“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.
“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.
you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.
you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.
jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.
your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”
jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.
he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.
you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.
you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”
you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.
“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.
jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.
the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.
“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.
“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”
you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.
jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.
lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.
you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.
you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.
“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.
you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.
jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.
it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.
he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.
you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.
your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.
he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.
you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.
jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.
he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.
jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”
jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.
“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.
your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.
you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”
that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.
as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.
he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.
after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.
“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.
“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.
“don’t you want me to-”
“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.
he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.
a condom and lube.
you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.
you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.
you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.
you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.
jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.
you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.
it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.
jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.
he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.
the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.
jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.
your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.
your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.
he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.
your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.
you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.
he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.
you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.
“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.
your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.
he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.
you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.
he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.
you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.
he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.
you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.
that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”
you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.
“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.
“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”
“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.
he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.
he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.
jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.
jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.
jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.
he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.
a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.
jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.
jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.
“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.
“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.
your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.
jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”
he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.
jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.
you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.
“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.
he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.
you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.
he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.
you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.
this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.
“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.
it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.
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i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!
(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)
That’s an umbrella Pearl meets Garnet for the first time
this is an old thing I did back in 2016 and never posted… But this is supposed to be in mine Human Au, where Garnet’s a famous boxer and have lots of inconvenient fans. When Pearl appears in her house and accidentally breaks Garnet’s old stereo, G-man thinks is another fan invading her house to steal stuff and sell later on the internet. She’s pissed. She starts to vent about how this kind of thing is toxic, but Pearl isn’t a fan, she’s there just to drop something as a favour to amethyst. She has her share of big bullies to face so when cornered Pearl fights back.
THEY ARE WEARING CLOTHES AND PEARL ISN’T BALD!… I just wanted to take this out of my head as fast as possible.
LOL IDK HOW TO PHOTOSHOP SO I USED AN OLD GIF INSTEAD FIGHT ME
HEY MY DUDES SO I wanted to do a give away for my followers but wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, so I decided to just do a mass give away instead! so Instead of 1 or 2 winners I will be doing 10 winners AYE!
So like this will be just a thing I wanted to do because I love you guys so much ;;; and I feel like it will help the boys out a lot when Unlimited comes out and Help Babyz who won’t be able to buy Unlimited when it comes out and want to support the boys but cannot ;;; So like yay!
What you will get
7 winners will get B.A.Ps 2nd Japanese album Unlimited
2 winners will get Unlimited + Rose (version of their choice)
1 winner will get Unlimited + Rose + a lil extra bias gift
Reblog this post with your bias in the tags (if you want the bias gift at least)
Over 18 or have parental permission
Have to be willing to give me your address
Have your ask box/message box thing open and get back to me within 24 hours
Be at least a 70% B.A.P blog
No giveaway blogs please
Little Extra info:
I will ship world wide so anyone can enter
Since this is going straight out of my pocket I will be sending 5 off the first of the month and the other 5 off the next few weeks of the first batch! so if it takes a minute to get there thats why :/
If Unlimited is to release two different versions or member versions I will update this and let the winners choose which versions they would like!
Giveaway ends June 27th, the day before album drops!
Thats it my babys, my inbox is always open so feel free to message me any questions I might have missed. ♥
Blah blah blah so Tumblr wont delete my blog, This giveaway is not affiliated or related to TS Entertainment or B.A.P alike ^_^
“So, my question,” the fan started, smiling wildly as Jensen locked eyes with her giving her his full attention. “Hi,” she blurted out.
“Is that a question?” Jensen smiled sweetly.
The girl giggled before she started talking again. “No. Sorry. My question,” she cleared her throat. “It’s about Y/N, actually.”
Jensen bent over in laughter. This happened so often at conventions that she couldn’t make that he had almost come to expect it. He loved that this family loved her so much. It made his heart soar.
“Of course,” he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.
“Sorry,” the fan giggled. “So we’ve heard rumors that she might be coming back to the show, but we all know she just gave birth to your second child, Lincoln.”
Jensen smiled at her as she continued.
“Anyway, having just had a baby, it seems a little quick for her to be coming back to the show. So my question is, can you substantiate these rumors in any way? Give us a little glimmer of hope that our favorite Dean girl is coming back? We miss her so damn much,” the fan finished with a sigh.
Jensen bent over in laughter again, the corners of his eyes crinkling perfectly.
Before he could answer, you stepped out from behind the curtain carrying Lincoln and holding hands with your six year old, Jaslyn. The crowd gasped and then immediately erupted into wild, enthusiastic cheers.
Jensen turned to look at you, a smile on his face.
“Daddy!” Jaslyn squeaked and darted toward him. She jumped into the air, right into his arms.
“Hey bean!” he answered, kissing her forehead. “So these ladies want to know if mommy is going to be back on Daddy’s show soon. Do you know the answer to that question?” Jensen asked, handing her the mic.
“I do,” Jaslyn giggled, eyeing the crowd mischievously.
“And are you going to tell them?” Jensen prompted.
She shook her head swiftly. “I’m not,” she laughed handing the mic back to Jensen.
The crowd died with laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at her as you stepped beside Jensen and leaned into him, your mouth hovering over the mic as you pressed yourself against him.
“She’s good at keeping momma’ secrets, this one,” you winked at Jaslyn then smiled at the crowd. “But I’ll tell you this. You guys will want to pay SPECIAL attention to Ep. 21.”
The crowd screamed.
You laughed and held up a hand to stop them. “I’m not saying you’ll see me. I’m not saying you won’t. But you’re in for a big effing surprise,” you winked. “And it may involve…”
Jensen cut you off. “Okay. Okay. Shut up before you get us fired,” he laughed elbowing you.
You looked down at Lincoln with a smile then back at Jensen. “They wouldn’t fire a woman who just had a baby. That would be cruel.”
The crowd erupted.
You covered your mouth and raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Whoops,” you giggled, winking at Jaslyn who was watching you with a huge grin. “Maybe you’ll hear more about it soon. Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged.
Jensen pulled you and Lincoln close, kissing you firmly. “Love you,” he whispered against your lips.
“You more,” you responded, kissing him back.
“Mommy can I tell them the OTHER secret?” Jaslyn giggled in Jensen’s arms as she watched the two of you exchange a kiss.
“The one about Lincoln?” Jensen asked, looking scandalous.
Jaslyn nodded her head.
“Do it. They’ll go crazy,” you laughed.
She stole the mic from Jensen causing everyone to laugh. “Lincoln is gonna be on Daddy’s show soon. And it’s a big shock for daddy,” she giggled.
The crowd was stunned into silence before they started talking excitedly amongst themselves.
“Good job bean. That’ll keep em guessing for a while,” Jensen winked, fist bumping his daughter.
The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the possibilities that the end of the season might bring.
I apologize in advance. This is utter nonsense. I don’t even know. *facepalm*
IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)
[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]
warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.
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‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’
“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”
(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”
Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.
“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.
“You busy tonight?”
Steve shook his head, “No, why?”
“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.
“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”
(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”
Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”
She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.
“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”
(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”
Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.
“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.
“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.
“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.
When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.
“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.
“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.
“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.
After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.
‘Where are you guys?’
“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.
“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”
Suddenly a buzz went through the table.
‘At home. Have fun ;)’
“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”
Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”
(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”
“Our friends are shit.”
“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”
“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”
(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”
Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”
“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”
Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.
3 weeks into ‘dating.’
“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”
(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”
“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”
She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.
3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.
“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”
“How do you know?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”
Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”
“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.
Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.
“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.
They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.
“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.
Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”
Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”
Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.
“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.
Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”
Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”
“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.
She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.
4 Weeks into ‘dating’
“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.
(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.
His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.
He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.
(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”
(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.
“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.
(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.” She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”
“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.
“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”
“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.
“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.
Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”
“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.
“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”
He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.
“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.
As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.
“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.
“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.
“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.
5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.
She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”
“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.
She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.
Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”
“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.
Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.
(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.
She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.
He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.
“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.
“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”
He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”
Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.
“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.
She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”
“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.
“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”
“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.
“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…”
"Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.
I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key.
As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home.
Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me.
"Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face.
Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug.
"Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“
I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway.
"I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“
Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us.
"I told you to bring your coat, love."
"I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm."
Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us.
"This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said.
Tom hummed in agreement.
"Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“
I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter.
Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me.
"I have to tell you something, Y/N…"
"Okay… what is it?"
"I-I love you."
I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence.
"I love you, too, Tom."
Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us.
"Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…"
"Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house.
"Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back.
I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it.
"Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!"
Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars.
"What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips.
"Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush.
"Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh.
“Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…"
Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.
"And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”
Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother.
"Please mum, not now!“
Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder.
"Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek.
The action only made his cheeks turn redder.
"Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room.
"NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway.
"Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“
I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen.
"And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around.
Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible.
Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him.
"Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“
"Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?"
Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed.
I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands.
"I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out.
“You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“
I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID.
"Y/N? Thank god…"
"Oh.. hi, Tom."
"Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down."
I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am.
"Tom, never call me again."
And with that, I hung up.
"Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…”
I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries.
Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it.
I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.
I will rule for a thousand years, and none shall defy my
I am the sole queen of these lands. Sole heir to the winter
and the forests and the streams, sole arbiter of the echoing city streets of
stone. So many would keep me from my throne, my true calling. But I have earned
my place. I have shown them all what it means to rule.
It started with my sister. From my first hazy memories I
remember her shadow weighing down on me, stifling my every move. “One day one
of you must rule,” our father said to us, night after night when we gathered at
his feet. “If it must be one of you, then I will be the one to choose.”
How could we learn to be sisters with such a decree? All I
wanted was a friend, someone to look up to, someone to whisper to at night to
keep the darkness away. But I learned quickly that that was only the surest
path to her scorn. She saw me as weak, as foolish, as younger. I would reach
out to her to pull me up and she would shove me right back down. I would show
her my weakness and she would pry it open wide, ragged and bloody.
I didn’t realize the significance, at first, of what our
father wanted us to become. Didn’t know what it meant to be queen, or why it
was something worth fighting for. But as I learned from my sister, I learned to
covet it, to hunger for it so fiercely that everything else tasted dried out
and dull. She wanted to rule so that all would obey her. I wanted to rule so
she could not.
The first time she tried to kill me, it was my nurse who
gave it away. She woke me up in the dead of night and bundled me into a closet,
told me not to make a noise no matter what followed. Then the guards came,
swords drawn, visors lowered. They were only boys infatuated with my sister,
but at the time everyone seemed impossibly old to me, unstoppably strong. I
feared them, but I believed my nurse invincible too.
They taught me, quickly, how wrong I was.
After that, my father sent me to the country for a spell.
Armed guards, a fleet of tutors, and an ailing count who watched over me with a
gaze like sharpened knives. Sometimes the threats came in letters that the
count would burn before he thought I could read them. Sometimes, It was
assassins in the night.
Worst of all, though, were the long silences. The heaviness
of her inaction dragging me to the bottom, drowning me. I never knew when the
next assault would come for me.
Slowly, finally, I could wait no longer.
I found the woman in the country market, slender fingers
grazing over her wares of pewter charms and crystals and bundled flowers. Her
skin was smooth, her hair like silk, and when she looked my way, I saw the kiss
of winter in her eyes.
“You look troubled,” she said, and the words wrapped around
me like a soft breeze. “You look far too troubled for someone your age.”
I looked away then, ashamed to be so young. If I was older,
if I was cleverer, I wouldn’t have to be sent away. I could prove myself worthy
of the crown. I could beat my sister for good, beat her just enough that she’d
never need attack me again. How foolish, that I thought winning once would be
“Come closer.” She swept her hand over her goods. “Perhaps I
might ease some of your pain.”
I started to meet with her every time I could sneak away
from the count’s estate. It wasn’t often, but her lessons in the ways of magic
filled me up with a sustenance I didn’t know I craved. I wanted to be her, to
share her easy confidence and capability, to bend the world toward me with a
subtle call the way she did. Her poultices cleared away blemishes and made
water drinkable, but they also could boil blood, shatter bones, freeze a pond.
She let me practice these skills as though they were interchangeable. She let
me build on them, stringing them together like beads on a necklace, as I
practiced on the woods beyond her hut.
The more power I gained, the more I sought. At long last, I
understood the hunger in my sister’s belly. For now, I hungered too.
“You have a keen mind for magic,” she told me, when I worked
something particularly cruel on a sparrow we found feasting on her garden. “A
cruel mind. But I think a girl like you has to be cruel.”
“My sister is cruel. I just wish to survive.”
“Then I hope I’ve equipped you well,” she said. “Be like the wintervine. Feast on cold, on nothingness. For they have given you nothing. Use it to sprout your ice, your thorns.”
I looked at the wintervine where it flourished in the ice, and I felt its loneliness, its stubbornness, its scorn.
At long last I was of age, and my father sent for me once
more. The time to choose was drawing near, but, he confided, in some ways he
feared us both. His kingdom needed a decisive leader, yes, a sturdy leader, but
compassion, too, he said, was called for. He did not see that he’d been the one
to rob us of that. He didn’t see the dark seeds he’d planted in both our minds take
My sister began her attempts anew, but this time, I was
The first men she sent to kill me simply disappeared. They
became nothing more than char burned into the cobbles of my bedroom floor. The
next, though, I made sure she saw, their flayed corpses piled at the palace
gates. Cruelty was my reflex, now, and each test made it stronger still.
“You cannot beat me,” she hissed, over a banquet table while
our father entertained. “I deserve this. I will earn this.”
She cut her steak with a furious scrape of knife and fork.
The noise grated at my soul. When was the last time she had shown kindness? It
had been carved out of her, if it had ever been there at all.
Father wanted to make one of us a queen. He wanted someone
compassionate. Maybe compassion was still in me; maybe not.
But it would never be in her.
As she swallowed, the lump of meat grew thorns. I could
almost feel it myself as I directed it, as it swelled inside her throat, tore
its way through her flesh. She gagged and choked, and I imagined she gagged and
choked on all the hatred she’d let fester for years and years.
I wanted the coldness, the loneliness I felt to be visible
to everyone. I wanted those thorns.
Frost sprouted from my fingertips and webbed across the
banquet table. She scrabbled for a goblet of wine to try to wash the meat down,
but everything turned cold. A guard stepped forward—but she deserved no
kindness, no comfort. I never felt her embrace, so why should she feel the
same? He withered, cold and empty, before he could reach her.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father cried. “Stop this
But the cold was radiant, alive now, warming me even as it
drew warmth away from everything. The dark thorns in my sister’s throat
flourished, drinking up the cold, and twined their way across the table to wrap
around everyone’s limbs. My breath hung in the air before me as I stood,
untouched, unsnared by the darkness and frost.
I had to beat her. I could not let her win.
And if I could feel no warmth, no freedom without her
darkness over me, then neither could anyone.
I do not remember what came next, but it did not come for a
long time. Icicles hung from the chandeliers; black thorns sprouted from the
walls. All was still and glistening and cold. I walked through the hall like a
phantom, soundless, for it was how I felt. But I was all that remained of my
sister’s hatred. I was her greed given form.
And I will rule for a thousand years. With this cruelty
beating inside me, my sister’s words, her greed, her anger—with the coldness
she left inside me—I will rule for a thousand more.
“He’s real yummy, isn’t he?” Y/F/N let out a dreamy sigh, slumping against the counter as she stared at Harry. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at how enchanted she was by him - But, you had to be honest: Harry Styles was certainly very easy on the eyes.
“I’ve never heard someone being described as ‘yummy’.” You snorted, folding up a towel before placing it into a cubby hole.
Working at the local gym had its perks - You got to make fruit smoothies for yourself (for free!), you got an employee discount on whatever products were on sale (that made Christmas shopping a whole lot easier), and, as much as you hated to admit it, being able to stare at a sweaty, shirtless Harry for two hours a day wasn’t that bad.
The only thing that was worrying you was the fact that you might have had a teensy, tiny crush on Harry.. But so did everyone else. (Y/F/N was always offering him a towel every five minutes.. Even though he already had one.) You couldn’t tell Y/F/N that, though. If she had a crush on him, you had to back off. She had already made it very clear that she liked him - And you didn’t want to risk a strong friendship over some.. guy. But.. Harry wasn’t just any old guy. He was always so polite, sweet, charming, funny.. At one point you thought maybe he liked you back - But he was like that towards everyone! Harry was just a friendly person. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were already in the friendzone.
“Ugh, I just remembered I had to roll up the yoga mats from this morning’s lesson. I’ll be right back!”
“Mhm.” You hummed, focusing on folding up the towels before you were suddenly aware of the presence standing in front of the counter.
You glanced up, your heart immediately racing at the sight of Harry. Your cheeks grew a dusty pink at the pet name, a small smile playing at your lips.
“Harry.” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Good god, you were nervous. Why were you nervous? “W-What can I help you with?” You cleared your throat, trying to play it off as if you were the most chill person in the entire world.
“Came over t’ see my favourite towel girl, obviously.” He teased, reaching over and pinching the apple of your cheek playfully. See, this was what you meant when you said he was cheeky to everyone. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or.. No, no. Someone like him would never in a million years go for someone like you! “Came over for a drink o’ water, too. Gotta stay hydrated.” Harry clicked his tongue, handing you his empty bottle of water.
“Right, yes. Water. Good for the body. Hydration.” You stammered, your brain seeming to spit out whatever stupid phrases it could come up with. You let out a small breath as your cheeks heated up even more, turning towards the water dispenser. Good god, you were such an awkward person. It really was a curse. If you were as confident as Y/F/N, that would be great.
“I think you have to push the nozzle down for water to come out, Button.” You hadn’t even noticed Harry standing behind you, placing his hand over yours before he gently pushed down on the dispenser. Was it getting hot in here or was it just you?
“Well, here you go.” You twisted the lid back onto his bottle, turning to face Harry before you realized you were practically pressed up against him. “I-”
“Y/N! I thought you were busy folding towels!” You and Harry immediately jumped apart when you heard Y/F/N’s voice, your eyes widening slightly. The sight of you and Harry pressed up against each other probably wasn’t doing it for Y/F/N.
“I jus’ asked her to fill my bottle up for me. The nozzle got stuck so I helped.” Harry shrugged casually, taking a swig of water before making his way back to the weights. “Thanks again, lovely.” You shot Harry a nervous smile before returning your attention to the towels. That was until you noticed Y/F/N glaring at you.
“What?” You asked, glancing towards her.
“Y/N, you know the girl code. I don’t want to be that person, but.. Well, in the nicest way possible, please back off. You know I’ve had my eye on him for the longest time, you can’t just go around pushing yourself on him.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“It doesn’t matter. Harry’s off limits.” Y/F/N muttered. She was quiet for a second before speaking up again. “Still love you, though!” She blew you an air kiss before going off to deal with another task. As you watched her walk away, you locked gazes with Harry, your heart fluttering as his left eye dropped in a wink.
I want to write a fanfiction where Jimin is a Prostitute, but not like a noble one or so no he has to stand at the street at night and has to look who’s gonna take him. Normally that are old fat men and he would feel dirty after but he has to do it for a living. And one day Jungkook shows up and thats how all it starts. This Gif just got me xD
Would someone want to read it? :o
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