this looked way prettier in my head

100 Dollars

Justin’s texts in bold. Yours are normal. You’ve been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.


Originally posted by forame

Are we ever ever going to meet?

Not yet

Why not?

My mom doesn’t let me

What? Justin your a grown ass man that’s a lie.

Alright fine. You got me I’m actually 12

I knew it since the beginning, you know

Lmao

No but seriously why not?

Can we not do this right now, I’m eating out with my friends for my birthday.
I’m just not ready.

But we’ve been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?

I just don’t wanna meet you yet
It’ll change everything

Hell yeah it will!
It’ll be so freaking fun!

No Y/N not like that
I mean in a bad way
You’ll treat me differently

100 dollars says I won’t

Don’t make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare

…If you didn’t wanna meet me you could have just said so

No Y/N it’s not like that
Y/N?
Cmon don’t be like this

Read at 5:36 pm

***

With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I’m beginning to get sick of Justin’s excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break. 

With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.

Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. “I’m leaving.” I informed her on my way out.

“Alright sweetie!” Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.

I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.

As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day  and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I’m going out to eat.

With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food. 

The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.

Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don’t know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.

I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. “Oh my god Y/N, it’s been so long. C'mon lets get you seated.”

With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other. 

She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.

Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. “You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm. 

“Why, what happened?” I chuckled. 

“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?” She squealed

My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.

“No way.” I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled “Yes way. Apparently today’s his birthday or something.”

Hm, that’s funny. It’s also my friend Justin’s birthday.

“Cool.” I mumbled, turning my head away.

“You should go and talk to him.” Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna disturb him on his birthday. He’s probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said “I’m going to the restroom.”

An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.

I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.

I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display. 

That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.

 I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.

He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.

He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. “Oh um, sorry.” I muttered to which he chuckled.

 "Nah it’s alright. People tend to stare a lot.“ He shrugged

I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck.”

“Yeah.” He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked. 

I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.

“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.

“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.

Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased. 

“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.” 

Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.

Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.

“Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me.” I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud … 

“Wait!” He yelled. I stopped. “I didn’t catch you name.” He continued.

I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. “ I think we both know you already know that.”

And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.

That’s right Justin. I caught on.

***

“I better get back to work.” Cassy sighed.

“Yeah, well, I’m done anyways. So I’m gonna leave. Thanks Cass.”

Cassy nodded. “No problems. I’ll see ya later.” She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.

I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table “Yes madam, what may I get you?”

“My tab please.” I smiled.

The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise.  "You’re clear.“ he announced. 

But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven’t payed yet.”

“Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of Justin Bieber. He asked to put your tab on his.”

My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn’t help the smile that set across my face. 

That sneaky bastard. 

Justin’s POV

It’s her. It’s really Y/N. She’s so much prettier in person. We’ve been talking for so long and I just couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn’t freak out.

I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.

“Jay?” I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat.” She demanded.

I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I’ll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.

That’s when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. “Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N.”

He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.

With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words. 

‘You owe me 100 dollars. - Y/N.’

Reunion

- Where Harry and Anne reunite after 6 years. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Harry didn’t sleep the night before their departure.

In fact, Harry could barely sit still for the past three days from all the anxiousness inside of him. He was already packed—already had everything he needed right beside the front door—yet he still couldn’ stop fidgeting.t

It was three in the morning when Harry decided to have a makeshift date inside their apartment. Their flight was planned to leave at 7, which ultimately lead them to spend the whole night awake due to Harry’s inevitable excitement.

They were hungry and Harry needed to do something proper for Y/n, especially after everything she had done for him. But he had already done so much for her within the past two weeks that she almost didn’t let him spend so much time making them a second dinner. 

But he just wouldn’t take no for an answer and she ultimately didn’t mind. It was quite entertaining watching him cook in quick movements, occasionally laughing at the television set as Friends played quietly in the corner. It was rare for them to have quality moments like this, and although they are together for hours every day, the spontaneous aspects of their relationship died down the more they worked.

Harry had also decorated the kitchen as much as he could. With a few spare candles, a couple supermarket flowers, a bottle of cheap wine, and the small hum of from his thrifted radio—he was really setting an ambiance that made Y/n flustered.

Harry clicks off the television and turns down the lights before turning around to look at Y/n, who’s resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him in such an admirable way that Harry’s heart jumps in his chest.

The light of the candles illuminates her body in a way that almost makes her look so pure, where parts of her remain a silhouette while the rest of her glows in reflection. He feels his palms begin to sweat and feels that familiar tug in his heart when he watches her blink at him in nothing short of falling in love all over again.

He finds it humorous, really—just how much his body reacts to her after all this time.

“You’re looking gorgeous, you know.”

Even in the dim room does he notice her cheeks blush with pink. She hums softly, swiftly lifting her head from her hand and making her way from the chair to waltz over to where he’s leaning against the counter.

She snakes her arms around his waist, underneath the fabric of the apron that’s still tied to his neck before resting her chin upon his chest. Her hands rub up and down his bare back while his hands claim their territory on her waist.

“And you,” she smirks, her hands now roaming to his abdomen and resting upon the ferns inked perfectly on this skin, “you look as beautiful and handsome as ever.”

He sighs in amusement before bending down some to press a kiss upon her lips. It’s quite rough and lustful, however, it’s nothing less than passionate.

Y/n’s hands are relentless along his body and Harry knows it’s because they never have the time to have a proper date. And although what he’d set up in the kitchen isn’t practically proper, it’s the most they can make from the circumstances and Y/n can’t appreciate it enough.

“Keep touching me like that and we’ll be missing our little date.” He chuckles against her lips, “And you’ll be covered in marks when you see my mom again. Know you wouldn’t like that.”

“Wouldn’t.” She shakes her head softly, “Not asking for anything more, just—“ she sighs, her arms now slinging over his shoulders with her fingers intertwined behind his neck in hopes of somehow moving him closer than he already is, “just wanna love on you a bit.”

Her forehead is pressed to his collarbone with her eyes closed, just embracing every last bit of him. No matter how they live, they always manage to make the most out of the very little they have and she knows she wouldn’t be so content if she was living so shitty without him.

He rocks her back and forth gently between his arms, knowing very well that he’s been blessed with something much more than her love. And as much as he wants to express it, there are days he never gets the chance to, so it’s times like these he’s able to make up for all his missing affection.

“Would love to stay like this all night, love, but we have two hours until we have to make our way to the airport and I’d really love it if we enjoy our last dinner alone for the next month.”


“I can’t believe this is really happening.” He whispers, his hand tugging back the roots of his hair as they finally settle into their designated seats.

As much as Harry prepared for this moment, there was really nothing that could have prevented him from becoming so overwhelmed. He could feel the excitement burry in his bones, so much so his entire body feels as if it’s clenching as a way to relieve it.

In only four hours he’ll be in his hometown of Holmes Chapel, and in nearly five hours he’ll be right back at home, snuggled on the couch with his mum and girlfriend watching a stupid romantic comedy him and Anne always watched when he was a kid. He’s been waiting too goddamn long to live that moment and no it’s only five hours away.

Y/n giggles when his hands run down his cheeks with an open mouthed smile. She’s highly amused by how shocked he still is, despite the fact that he had a decent amount of time to wrap his head around the situation. She thinks it’s the damn cutest thing and she wants that smile on him forever; he’s never looked prettier.

“Well, you better believe it because it’s definitely happening. Just a plane ride away from being right where you need to be right now.”

He smiles softly at her before reaching over to press her against him. The armrest in their way of getting closer but neither of them seem to mind as she leans over to kiss his lips gently.

“Work so hard, you deserve this.”

“My sweets.” He mumbles against her lips, his eyes kept closed as he rests his mouth against the corner of her lips, his arms held tightly around her as he embraces the feeling of her against him—a feeling of which he could never grow tired of. “You’re my everything, you know. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Can’t thank you enough.”

“Hm” she hums graciously, shuffling to find room to scoot her body closer to his.

Her cheeks heat up at his words and the way his hands caress her body in the most delicate way possible. Her entire world is held right up against her and she’s never been more grateful to have sacrificed so much of her time for him. He deserves so much more than what he has and not a part of her doubts that for a second.

Her mouth grazes his t-shirt covered shoulder with a smile on her lips.

“You’ve thanked me enough, know you have.”

His hand makes its way to her cheek, pinching the skin softly between the pads of his fingers while her head moves from his shoulder up so that she can look at him.

“Thanked me a lot.” She chuckles.

Harry smirks, his eyes gleaming between a mix of lust and adoration as he remembers it all. Long, long passionate and lustful nights spent between their sheets, soaking each other in and Harry giving her quite literally all he had. Since spending money was no option, making love to her was the most valuable thing he could provide her with to show just how thankful he was. And even though he wanted to give her more—like a diamond ring to finalize their future or a dozen of roses every day until the departure—his love was really all he had and hearing her in pure euphoria made up for all the guilt in his chest.

Y/n didn’t want more, though. Having him was enough—spending forever with him and being there for him was really all she needed. The material didn’t matter; they were just details that weren’t needed when it came to their relationship. She knew how thankful he was—the endless tears and the constant affection showed her just how appreciative he was and she didn’t want it any other way.

His lips press to hers again, only briefly, before he rests his head back against the seat. He really doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky—how he ever deserved somebody like her in his life. She’s his beacon of hope in the midst of his failed and miserable life, and really the only thing that keeps him going through the continuous rough patches.

She’s his absolute everything, and he knows he’d be nothing without her.

“Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done. Could never love you enough.” He whispers, his fingers reaching out to where her hand is placed on the armrest between them. “Don’t know how I can be without you for three weeks. Not going to get used to it, haven’t been without you for over six years now.”

Y/n’s thought about that, too. She just doesn’t know how to be on her own. There hasn’t been a night she hasn’t fallen asleep next to him and a morning she hasn’t woken up beside him, and she’s not so sure how she’ll cope with him being away for so long.

He’s succumbed every part of her life to the point where he has become her life. Outside of their apartment is nothing but obligations and dead end opportunities, whereas at home—with Harry—there’s everything she’s ever needed. She’s been with him for so long that she genuinely doesn’t know how to be away from him. And although it does sadden her, knowing that Harry will be back in his childhood home is enough to overcome the sorrow in her heart. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

She closes her eyes softly as she places her head on his shoulder, making sure to run over thumb over the palm of his hand as she does so. She rubs her cheek against his skin while she lets out a quiet yawn, finding comfort against his body as her body slowly turns to rest.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, sweetums.” She yawns again, “Nothing’s going to be better than a month back at home. Your inner little mummy’s boy is going to go crazy.”

Harry and Y/n both chuckle at her words, both fully aware that even though they won’t be together for a while, Anne is very much well worth it.

Y/n begins to doze off against his shoulder, which Harry would normally find captivatingly endearing and would normally take it upon himself to admire her as she does so—like he always does back at their home—but staying in his seat is almost too much steadiness for his adrenaline can handle. Despite the very little to no sleep Harry has gotten the past two days, there isn’t a single part of his body that isn’t awake and jumping in anticipation for what the next four hours could bring him.

“Next stop, Holmes Chapel.”


“Holy fuck! This is it, Y/n! This is where I used to work!” Harry smiles broadly, quite nearly jumping in his seat as he points to the little town bakery he’s never shut up about.

Y/n is completely mesmerized by it all. Even though the ride from the airport to his house was no less than forty minutes, she has already seen so much of what shaped Harry into the man he is now. Between the bakery, the schools he attended, and where his favorite memories have taken place, it’s as if Y/n is witnessing the life Harry had before her.

Everything Harry has ever talked about is coming to life right before her, and her eyes water at the sight. Although Harry and Y/n have been together for a little over a year before they decided to move away, she has never visited his home town.

It wasn’t that they were necessarily that far from each other, it was just that Y/n grew up much less fortunate than Harry (and he wasn’t very fortunate, to begin with). Her parents were only ever around at night since they worked all throughout the day. Y/n didn’t have a car—or much of anything, really—so Harry visiting her was really the only option they had when it came to seeing each other.

Despite the slight travel it took for them to be together, when they were together, they were together for a while. Whether it was long weekends or even an entire week, their entire relationship was really only built in the confines of her shared studio apartment. It was enough for them, though, at the time.

So between that year spent primarily in Y/n’s hometown, she had only ever had the chance of seeing Anne whenever she had dropped Harry off or picked Harry up. Sure, their parents had met for a small dinner and Anne did visit a couple of other times, but it was nothing how this planned week was going to be with her. Even Y/n is more excited than she expected to be.

“It’s beautiful, Harry. All of this is beautiful, I can’t wait to properly meet your mum.”

“Oh, me too!” He beams. “You have no idea, Y/n! I just know you are going to be acting like best friends by the end of the week! She already loves you so much and she’s going to love you more after this!”

Harry spends the rest of the car ride talking to Y/n about his life back in Cheshire. He talks about the holidays he spent with his family, all the friends he’s made from school and all the local shops, and even talks about what it’s like at home. She finds him repeating himself an awful lot, as if his brain is operating hyperactively but Y/n doesn’t mind a bit. He carries such a love for his childhood that Y/n envies greatly, and his passion when it comes to his family and friends made her heart swell in an entirely different way.  

It’s when the taxi finally turns into his neighborhood does Harry really start to jitter. His legs keep bouncing, his hands keep moving his hair around, his breathing turns harsh, and the words he tries to speak keep stuttering from his mouth.

“We’re here!”

Before the taxi has the time to come to a complete stop at his driveway, Harry is already swinging the door open and nearly throwing himself onto the concrete. Y/n barely has time to follow after him as he begins to run to where Anne is standing by the front door.

“Mumma!”

“Harry!” Anne breathes out, tears already falling freely from her eyes as she begins to meet him halfway.

Harry’s body crashes with hers, his arms wildly moving around Anne’s back as he squeezes her against him. This is the first time he’s felt her in so long that the feeling of her holding him again mixed with her familiar scent—vanilla and cinnamon spice—is like all of Harry’s fondest memories coming back to him.

His mum is here, holding him, kissing his face like she’s never seen it before, sobbing into his shoulder with words he hasn’t heard her speak in years. The reality of it is hitting him so hard, it’s like the world around him disappears into absolute nothingness and his head begins to feel light, almost as if he feels he’s not really existing in this moment but God, he is. He really is.

He’s hysterical, cradling his mum’s head against his chest the way she did to him when he was a child. The tears from his eyes are falling upon her head and her tears are soaking through his t-shirt but neither of them care—neither of them feel it—because the only thing they feel is the overwhelming relief washing over their worries of never seeing each other again.

“Mumma!” He sobs again, his arms practically refusing to let her go, “I m—missed you so m—much, mum. I can’t—I can’t—“

“I know baby, I know.” She weeps. “I missed you so much, my darling.”


It took them twenty minutes before they decided it was time to let go from one another. Tears were still welled up in their eyes and their cheeks were stained from the fallen ones, and even through the blurry sight from the wetness does Anne notice how much Harry has changed throughout the years.

She remembers him being so much more frail, and the stable on his chin showed no sign of being before he moved. His hair is much shorter now than ever before and she has never seen her son so handsome in her entire life.

“You’ve grown up so much!” She exclaims, her hands pressing against his cheeks as she beams up at him. “Look at you, Harry! You’re such a man. You’re the man I always imagined you being and I am so proud of you.”

But I’m a failure he thinks. He’s done absolutely nothing but fail her and it’s something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for. He was her last chance of hope and he completely blew it. For her to stand in front of him and to look him in the eye and genuinely be so proud of him, Harry will never understand.

He shakes his head, though, refusing to let his negative thoughts get to him for the remainder of the trip. This is such a special time for him and he refuses to beat himself up—especially here, especially when he’s with his mum.

Instead, he diverts his attention to the woman in front of him. She’s his rock, his provider through all he’s been through, and the woman that gave him his life. He hadn’t seen her in six years and now that she is here, he notices how she’s still just as beautiful and lovely she looks—how he always remembered her being.

“But you, mum! You haven’t aged a bit! You still look not a day over thirty, I hope to God I get your genes; would be an utter blessing.”

Y/n watches fondly as Harry and Anne make up all the lost time, their nonstop giggles and soft murmurs the only things to be heard on this quiet part of town.

She smiles softly when she sees them hug for what must have been the tenth time since their arrival. It’s truly a wonderful sight to see and Y/n finds it especially heartwarming. She knew Harry has always been a mummy’s boy, but she never got to witness it firsthand, so watching the way Harry treats her—as if she truly is a delicacy—is really something else.

Y/n carefully carries her and Harry’s suitcases from the driveway to the front door, careful to not be too loud or noticeable to interrupt their reunion. She knows they wouldn’t care if she did, however, but she doesn’t want to break them from their trances.

“And Y/n!” Anne nearly screams when she sees Y/n walking in the corner of her eye.

There’s a gasp behind her words as her hands reach up to cup her mouth. The woman who captivated Harry’s heart and made all of this possible is standing right before her, eyes wide with a wide grin on her face.

She’s as beautiful as ever, with her face all natural and her hair swaying perfectly in the wind. Anne has seen Y/n plenty of times through Skype calls but they’ve never done her justice. She’s as close to perfection Anne has ever imagined and she starts to cry again as she stares at the love of Harry’s life.

Anne instantly wraps her arms around Y/n, who quickly drops the baggage she was holding to properly greet her back.

“You’re so beautiful! So much more beautiful than I remember!”

Anne pushes her away softly to get a better look into her eyes, which are gleaming with nothing but love and admiration. Anne clicks her tongue with a smile, her thumbs rubbing against Y/n’s cheek as she begins to speak.

“Thank you so much for everything that you’ve done for us. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you, my dear. And even though my Harry isn’t with me anymore, I am more than blessed to know he’s spending his life with somebody like you.”

Y/n lays her hands on top of where Anne has claimed hers against Y/n’s cheeks, almost as if to hold them in some type of appreciation or reassurance.

It’s calming to know that Anne doesn’t have any type of resentment toward her. Y/n has always felt like an intruder in Harry’s life, or a thief who’s taken him away from his family. Although that’s nowhere near the case, she always did have a fear that Anne would hold some tension with her.

Harry always reassured her that that’s something she never had to worry about, however, it was quite inevitable. But hearing Anne’s words in the sincerity that she spoke, all of the worries and doubts completely washed away.

“I would do anything for your son and I would do anything for his family. He is all I have, along with you, and I always put you guys first. I love him and I knew this was what he needed. I’m more than happy to have done this—for the both of you.”

Y/n leans in to hold her once again, for she has done nothing but bring positivity and love to both her and Harry throughout all the years. She deserves this as much as Harry does—if not more—and she won’t hesitate to keep her as happy as she makes them.

It isn’t long before Anne announces that she’s cooked lunch, which is waiting to be eaten upon the kitchen counter. She even grabs the suitcases before running back inside the house to finish setting the table.

“Not a real home cooked meal without a set table.” She’d always say.

Y/n and Harry are alone again. They’re standing on the patio, watching from the outside looking in on Anne moving in quick movements to make sure everything’s set in place. They giggle at her, admiring her from afar and embracing this undeniably beautiful feeling.

Y/n sighs contently before she makes the first move to go to where Anne is serving the food in the kitchen, but before she has time to even get her foot through the door, Harry’s got a hold on her wrist. He pulls her into him, where Y/n huffs from the unexpected collision of their chests.

“What are you—oh!“

His lips swallow the words she was previously speaking, his hand pushing her head right up against his so that her lips move deeper into his. He’s savoring the taste and embracing the feeling of her kisses, properly this time now that he’s not full of adrenaline.

“I fucking love you.” Harry growls when his lips are free from hers.

His fingers rake the hair from her scalp down to where the ends rest against her back, his eyes staring into her glossed ones as he keeps her close to him.

“What would I ever do without you, my love?”

Treetop Confessions

Summary: An accident in training causes feelings to be confessed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied sex.

A/N: I wanted to make a Loki or a Thor story in honor of the Ragnarok trailer, and I still may of y’all wanna see one, send me requests for either one of them! I just had this one in writing for so long and I FINALLY finished it. So Voila`!

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Ever since Bucky fucking Barnes came to the compound, I have NEVER been the same. The man showed up, and all of a sudden I lost all control of my emotions, hormones and body. Literally everything just fell apart. Also, I haven’t gotten laid in over 3 years. 3 YEARS. I’m not the type to take someone home and sleep with them once, or to be friends with benefits. It’s been my only promise to myself, to not have sex with a random stranger JUST because I’m feeling frisky, that’s what I have toys for. I only have sex with someone when I’m in a relationship with them. HOWEVER, James Buchanan Barnes may make me throw out every promise I’ve ever made to myself and not think twice about it. The sad part is I don’t really even know him very well, we only say a few words to one another. For the longest time I thought the guy just didn’t like me, and Steve had to reassure me that’s not the case, he just doesn’t know how to socialize anymore, and certainly doesn’t know how to talk to women. It’ll take some time, and I understand that. Doesn’t make it any less frustrating that I can’t get over this stupid school girl crush I have on the guy.

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Molly’s Type

Well, I’ve been writing intoxicated!lock so much, I thought Molly deserved a turn.


Sherlock stepped into the pub just as a rousing cheer went up among the patrons. Ignoring them, he glanced around the small seating area of the ignominiously named ‘Fox and Hound’. Not finding the face he was seeking, a frown furrowed his brow with a duel bout of annoyance and concern.

“There you are.”

That was not the voice he’d expected, but it was familiar, and Sherlock looked down into the face of the Indian woman who was Molly’s particular friend. “Ah. Hello, um…”

She huffed. “Meena? We’ve met like eight times, for fuck’s sake. I just texted you.”

“Right. Sorry,” Sherlock said. He really hadn’t read the signature on the text instructing him to come to the pub. “Molly’s in the loo, then?”

“Molly,” Meena said, pointing at the clump of rowdy patrons, “is over there.” She hefted her purse strap higher on her shoulder. “Right, I’m off. I only stayed to make sure that Molly didn’t go home with Olaf Petersen. She’s just drunk enough to do something that stupid.”

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Greased. - Chapt.1  - Bucky & Steve x Readers - Series

Originally posted by annieblogss

Originally posted by seb-stanners

A/N - So I hope this goes well and everyone enjoys it. It’s reverse Grease to a point. I will probably be completely inaccurate here, but here goes nothing.Had to include OC due to not being able to juggle to main reader POV. Avengers AU. I don’t own Grease nor the Avengers, js.

Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC (Rachel)


 - Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong. 50s College AU

(Chapt.1) (Chapt.2) (Chapt.3)


Warnings: Future smut, just cursing in this chapter.

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You’re beautiful - (Bucky x Reader One Shot)

This awesome idea was requested by @melconnor2007 !

Summary: Dating one of the hottest men on earth is incredible, specially since Sebastian is so loving and caring. Unfortunately, your self-steem problems go way back, and you just can’t imagine why exactly is he dating you… And neither can a gossip magazine, apparently.

Y/N: your name

Warnings: self esteem issues

A/N: I loved this idea, and I really hope you like it!! It’s a very interesting perspective to write. If you’re reading this, tell me the objet that is closer to your right hand and is not your phone/computer (I’m just curious about how many people actually read this). Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Y/N’s POV:

My makeup is spread all over the sink in a colorful mess of labels promising clear skin, a wonderful glow and a beautiful face. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if I will ever be like the women smiling at me from the plastic tubes and boxes.

I examine my face closely: my acne had a party all over my face last night, what explains the bags under my eyes of a deep shade of purple. I look down at my puffy silhouette, covered on stretch marks and little scars. I’m a collection of everything society deems ugly nowadays.

I feel a presence behind me and look up to see Sebastian’s reflection on the mirror kissing my cheek. “Good morning babe” he smiles as he starts moving a few of my makeup products aside to make space for himself on the sink.

“Good morning” I try to smile, but it comes out like a grimace.

Seb looks at me disapprovingly. “What are you thinking?” he asks, gazing over the magazine I’m clasping. “‘How to be hot in ten steps.’” he reads out loud “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He arches an eyebrow until I look at my feet. Then I hear the sound of plastic being pushed aside and a set of strong hands wrap around my waist and hoist me up, setting me on the sink.

Seb positions himself between my legs and smiles at me. “You’re absolutely perfect, Y/N. You need to stop beating yourself up like that” he touches a finger to the tip of my nose, making me laugh. I lean in for a kiss but he puts a finger over my lips. “I’m serious. Promise me.”

“I promise you.” I whisper against his finger, and then I feel his lips twist into a smile as they collide against mine in a warm, loving kiss.

When he pulls away and untangles my legs from his waist, he’s still smiling. “Thank you.” he whispers back, and offers me his hand to jump off the sink. “I have to go to the gym now, babe. I’ll be back very soon and then we have…”

“The interview for that gossip magazine. I know.” I hug him tightly, and smile against his chest when I hear him gasp for air. “I love you”

“I love you too, She-Hulk.” he laughs, massaging his ribs. “See you later!”

After a while, I storm out of the bathroom in a cloud of compact powders and frustration. After about three thousand YouTube tutorials and beauty hacks, I’ve arrived to the conclusion that my face cannot be fixed.

I head over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but it only takes me five minutes to burn the eggs. “You can’t even fry an egg you completely useless idiot…” I muter to myself as I take a bottled smoothie out of the fridge.

I hear a ding from my phone and head to the living room, expecting it to be a message from Seb. As I turn it on, I see that the notification is from a new article of a gossip magazine I’m subscribed to. I click on it and look outside while it charges, but when I read the title and see the first photos, my breath abandons me.

“Sebastian Stan, as hot as always, has finally decided to relate with people of his category”

The article is accompanied of photos of my boyfriend working out at the gym, surrounded by a group of gorgeous women. I find myself reading it with tears steaming down my cheeks.

“Sebastian Stan, our favorite celebrity and official Hottest Man on Earth (at least according to us), has finally decided to ditch his girlfriend in favor of a group of beautiful woman that definitely suit him better!

Seb was photographed this morning in the gym, surrounded by a few very famous models. Of course, the internet has gone wild, ready to ship the next Perfect Celebrity Couple. Is the actor finally going to go out with someone who is at his level? We hope so!

Even though his breakup with Y/N, his current (ex)girlfriend, hasn’t been confirmed yet, everyone is waiting for it. It was about time for him to end the relationship, a relationship we’ve never been in favor of. You can only see Y/N’s face a certain amount of times without wondering why doesn’t she get a plastic surgery.

While we await for the next Perfect Celebrity Couple, we would love to know your opinions on the subject. Who will Sebastian choose as his next girlfriend?”

When I arrive to the end of the article, I barely have energy to turn off the phone and lie on the sofa. I’m conscious Seb has never actually flirted with any of the models (It’s pretty obvious in the pictures that they were all oblivious to each other) and he would never dump me. But that’s the problem. He would never ditch me, much less like this, but he is gorgeous, and nice, and famous; and I’m… Well, Y/N. In any case, not good enough for him.

I have to leave him.

I search for my energy and manage to get up and go to my room. Once in there, everything’s easier: all I have to do is put my stuff inside the suitcase and ignore the sharp stabs of pain in my chest. Warm tears are steaming down my face, my breath is short and sharp. I won’t look back. I can’t look back. I have to do this for him.

When the suitcase is full, I try to close it, but I’m clearly not strong enough. All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me from my back and then closing the suitcase for me.

“Where are you off to, babe?” a scruffy voice I recognize all too well whispers at my ear.

I breathe in. I wasn’t planing on having to deal with this face to face. I turn around slowly, only to find myself inches away from Seb’s face, his piercing blue eyes formulating the question for him.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian. Don’t call me babe, we’re not a thing anymore” I tell him, avoiding his eyes. He looks confused for a second, so I take advantage on it and slide out of his arms. I try to pull my suitcase from under his hands, but he reacts and holds it down strongly.

“What have I done?” he asks, softly and with an utterly confused look on his face.

“It’s not abut you, it’s about me”

He is quiet for a few seconds before asking “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! I would never do that!”

“Then why is this about you?”

I look at him in the eye. I should have lied about cheating. Now I can’t think of a good excuse.

“Y/N?”

“Because… Because I hate you!” I scream, my brain grasping the first excuse it finds. “I hate you for… being so perfect. For being the ‘Hottest Man on Earth’, the man everyone wants to date. The oscar-winer actor. The man that couldn’t be any nicer or sweeter. The perfect boyfriend. I hate you for that, for being the perfect boyfriend, and I curse the day I fell for you, the day I decided to be your girlfriend!” I sob and sit on the bed, hiding my face in my hands.

I expect to feel his arms wrap around me, but they never do. After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian calls me again.

“Y/N…”

I look up to see him on the other side of the room, holding my phone. He must have read the article. Good, that way he’ll realize he needs someone better than me. He mumbles angrily under his breath.

“Y/N, please don’t read this articles. They are written by a jealous hand, and all they contains is poison. Fake poison.” he crosses the room and sits next to me. “They aren’t true, they just want to hurt you.” he presses his finger to the tip of my nose and I hit his hand away. “There’s only one reason I’m dating you, Y/N.”

This gets my attention. I sit up and look at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person I’m madly in love with. You’re beautiful, even more than those models” he pulls a stray hair being my ear. “And I’m not saying this to make you feel better. To my eyes, you’re way prettier than them, way more real.”

“I’m ugly, Sebastian.”

He laughs. “No you’re not, honey. They’re the ugly ones, the fake ones. You’re Y/N, the only woman I’ll ever consider impeccably beautiful. I promise i’m speaking the truth.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should. I look at the suitcase laying on the bed. Sebastian seems to read my thoughts, because he gently turns my head to him, two fingers under my chin, and looks at me in the eye, those two blue beauties searching through my soul.

“You’re really leaving me because you think I deserve something better?” he whispers, inches away from my face. My breath gets caught in my lungs. “Let me make that decision, Y/N.”

I can’t think clearly due to his proximity. “And what have you decided?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be” he whispers back, seconds before his lips crash into mine.

Preferences - you being ugly

Requested: something like you being ugly but they still find you pretty. The setting is somewhere at a party. PLEASE, don’t feel offended by this, it’s just a requested scenario, there’s no such thing as ugliness because we’re all pretty in our own way and we just have to wait for the right person to see that in us! <3 It could be triggering, so I am WARNING you all. 

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Joji

“Hey, handsome~”

“Wanna go somewhere and have some fun?”

The girls were being clingy and Joji was not liking it, despite putting on a polite smile and listening to them. He didn’t want to hurt them, even if he didn’t enjoy their presence. They were being too overwhelming. He preferred talking to someone else, instead.

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Realize--Chapter One "Mutual Nerdery"

Tom HiddlestonxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 … this is the first chapter of the story monster it created.

Chapter One - Mutual Nerdery

You sneak up behind your co-star where he is stretched out on your couch, a beat up copy of the play and your cat settled on his lap, and take a quick picture with your head on his shoulder, both of you making faces. You looked a little ragged after working for hours together in your cramped living room, going over the different versions of the text and other insights into your characters. You posted the picture on twitter for your modest fan base, “Hours discussing Shakespeare? I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday night. #MutualNerdery.” When he’d suggested these little “dates” to help develop your character’s chemistry and to research together, you half thought it was just his way of flirting, being that smart and charming, but it wasn’t, it was just wonderful conversations, food and kinship with your co-star, you were getting use to it now, you were friends. Less than ten minutes after you posted the picture, you look at your cell phone and can’t help but laugh, you knew that your best friend would not let the selfie you just posted slide by without a comment.

Please tell me you did not just post a no-makeup selfie with your hair in pigtails. – Lou

She would focus on your hair. She seemed to miss the point of the tweet. You had been keeping your next job underwraps for weeks, not even telling your best friend, Lou, that you were headed to Broadway. You shoot off two texts in a row.

No comment on ANYTHING else in that picture?

You’ve been begging me for weeks to tell you about the next project, well…

“What are you giggling about?” You show him the texts and he laughs too. “I’m looking forward to meeting Lou, by the way.”

You wave him off playfully, “You’ll love her, everyone does, she’s me, but younger, prettier, and put together. We always say I got the brains and she got the looks.”

His head tipped back in laughter as my text alert went off again.

Yeah I saw, Tom Hiddleston, that’s no excuse for pigtails. – Lou

You start to reply when Lou’s ringtone, The Pet Shop Boys, Opportunities, starts playing and Tom just laughs harder as you pick up and put her on speaker. “Hey Lou. How’re the kids?”

She launches into a mini-rant, ignoring you entirely. “Why was Tom Hiddleston wearing your glasses, in your living room, looking like he slept there last night? (Y/N), I swear to God that if you were wearing those damn pajama pants when you took that picture, I will find a way to teleport to New York just to punch you in the tit.”

Another, frankly adorable, round of full bodied laughs shake Tom as you look down at my outfit, an oversized Steven Universe T-shirt and grey flannel pj pants that were easily a decade old, and shrug. Tom piped up, “Your guess is spot on. Tom Hiddleston here, I am guessing you are the notorious Lou.”

“(Y/N)! Am I on speaker?” You can hear her start to shift around. Only Lou would primp because she was on speakerphone with an attractive man. “Hello, Tom, Yes, I’m Lou. I am the woman who is going to punch your co-star in the tit for posting a selfie on twitter looking like she just rolled out of bed with you.“

Tom’s eyes went wide a moment before another boisterous round of laughter started up.

You choke a bit, “Jesus, Lou! So classy.” “Hey, at least you can’t see her stripey socks in the picture. Small miracles.” He kept laughing.

Lou’s light and pretty laughter rings through the room as you bop Tom in the back of the head with a throw pillow before he follows suit and almost knocks you onto his lap with the pillow next to him. You shove his legs off the couch and park yourself next to him.

“(Y/N) I swear to God. Can take me off speaker, Darling?” You just shake your head, and put the phone back to your ear. “Are you trying to repel an attractive, single man? Wait, have you already slept with him and that’s why you are comfortable giving up on looking fuckable? But wait, Shakespeare? What show? Why are you two researching in your apartment? What is HE wearing?”

You answer in order once she’s wound down a bit. “No and God no, not yet anyway.” Tom raises his eyebrow and you give him an innocent look, ”Yes, Much Ado, Because I live in this city and he doesn’t, hoodie and trackpants, and to the answer the first question, we have the same prescription and didn’t notice for an hour that we had accidentally swapped glasses. Did that cover it all?”

You could hear Lou shaking her head, “You’re going to marry him, just watch.”

That made you laugh and Tom raised an eyebrow at you as you put up one finger and shook your head to get your breath back. He just pats you on the head, standing to answer the door buzzer and fetch the take-out you had ordered. “Never, Lou, I will always be yours. Now, we need to go, our food is here.”

“See, you’re already we and our, it’s curtains for you and me (Y/N). Just make sure my Matron of Honor gown is pretty, I want to look good in the pictures next to Benedict.”

“You’re cute, shut up and call me later, love to Max and the kids.”

You hang up and grab plates and utensils from the kitchen before settling in again with dinner, Shakespeare, and Tom.

Originally posted by topless-tom

@theartofimagining13 trying again to link the inspiration blog to this.

My Blind Date (S.Coups x Reader)

Originally posted by saysvteen

A/N: This was such a fun idea to write. Seungcheol is such a bias wrecker ugh. Just a heads up; I ended it in a cliffhanger, but if you want a part two of this, just send it in the ask box

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You met Seungcheol in a restaurant and the two of you thought that the other person is the blind date you guys were supposed to meet.


Part Two

Seungcheol rubbed his temples and sighed exasperatedly, remembering how he managed to get into this mess in the first place. It was supposed to be a simple Mario Kart race against Soonyoung. He easily had the upper hand since Soonyoung literally sucked at Mario Kart. But for whatever reason, the dancer’s Yoshi managed to beat his Waluigi to first place in the final lap.

Then, there came the punishment. All he wanted to do was make Hoshi give him a massage as a punishment, but luck wasn’t on his side that day. Instead of Hoshi, he lost, and Choi Seungcheol has never lost before in Mario Kart. Seungcheol swore he was so close to tackle down DK when the boy opened his mouth and suggested the worst punishment ever. A blind date.

“Oh come on, it’s just eating lunch with a stranger. Who knows you’ll find her your style!” Jeonghan squeezed the leader’s shoulders in attempt to cheer him up. Smiling widely because deep down he knows that Jun has set Seungcheol up with the weirdest, freakiest person in his contact list.

And that sums up how Seungcheol ended up into a blind date he never agreed on. He threw on a casual tee and one of his black jackets, still groaning when getting ready for his lunch date. Mingyu and Jeonghan drove him to the restaurant to make sure he doesn’t run away and left him waiting by himself. Seungcheol propped his head on his elbow, jumping a little every time someone opens the restaurant door.

A couple, an old lady, a bunch of teenagers. After waiting for awhile, he started thinking that his date stood him up. He was just getting up from his seat when he saw you walk into the restaurant. Mouth hanging open, Seungcheol kept his stare on you. Your eyes were scanning around the room before finally landing upon Seungcheol’s figure. You smiled shyly and made your way to his table. Suddenly, maybe this blind date isn’t a bad idea at all, he thought.

“Hi, I’m _____.” You took a seat across him, “I woke up late and I’m very sorry it took so long for me to get here..”

“I-It’s fine, really! I’m Seungcheol, nice to meet you.” The onyx haired boy smiled back at you, sitting up straight.

You looked at his face again before tilting your head, “You do look very different from the picture my friend showed me.”

Seungcheol made a cute expression, “Do I look prettier in person?” You giggled but couldn’t help but gave him a nod.

After ordering, the both of you continued getting to know each other. “So, tell me about yourself, pretty boy.”

“Well,” He stuck out his tongue from habit, “I’m a rapper, I like the number 8, and I don’t like to eat lemon. What about you?”

You giggled again at his response. Lunch came and the both of you ate happily, learning more and more about each other. Your time spent with him was anything but awkward, he knew his way around his words. Making you laugh with his cheeky remarks and funny comments. Seungcheol insisted to pay for the both of you regardless your complaints.

“You can pay me back with a second date,” he winked and you felt a flush crept up your cheeks.

Seungcheol told you that he had to go back to the company so you figured you’d drop him off. You were heading the same way back home anyways. The both of you talked more about what you are passionate about, your favourite music, and you even got him rap a little for you.

When you asked him to do it again, his answer was “I’ll show you on our second date.”

“Then I’ll look forward to it.” You said as the both of you arrived in front of the Pledis building.

He fished out his phone from his pocket and gave it to you, “I’ll have to know your number to text you the details for our second date, don’t I?”

You bid your good byes after giving him your number, walking away with a huge smile plastered on each other’s face. Literally waltzing himself into the practice room, Seungcheol felt twelve pairs of eyes on him. Jeonghan was first to ask how did his blind date go, curious why he came back with such a good mood.

“It was great! You were right Jeonghan, she is definitely my type.” He has this dreamy smile, remembering how he spent such a good time with you.

Jeonghan turned to look at Jun, who has the same confused and horrified expression all over his face. Seungcheol on the other hand was too busy imagining his second date with you to realise that the two were starting to freak out.

“Did you get her contact?” Mingyu asked eagerly, and Seungcheol nodded.

“Yeah, do you wanna see her profile picture?”

“Show me, show me!”

Seungcheol pressed your profile and showed it to Mingyu proudly. The younger one gasped and his eyes widen. “Jun-hyung should totally set me up on a blind date next time…” He muttered as he walked away.

Jun and Jeonghan, eyebrows knitted and all, asked for a peek too. “I thought you guys pulled a prank on me because she arrived late but then she came in through the door and-“

“Hyung, that’s not the girl I set you up with!”

What?!

We All Need A Good Gal Pal

*WARNING* This post is most likely going to be a bit soppy/sentimental. Obviously I’m gonna try and make it humorous but grab a bucket just in case…

That means you Moon.

So I’m sure many of you are aware that recently I took my first steps outside as Jess, and just over a year ago I also announced to my friends about my secretive (not so much now) hobby. 

As much as their support has been nothing short of fantastic, before all of that there was the original gal pal: Moon.

Now I could go on for decades about how useful she has been, but it’s probably more useful (and certainly more relevant) to let you know why she has been so important and instrumental in this transformation from ragged cave-man lookalike to the would-be-Queen that is Jessica Blaise.

1. Moon Don’t Lie To No Bitch

Moon has always been a good friend, even before she knew about Jess, but one quality I’ve found invaluable is her ability to tell me the truth, no matter what.

Moon do I look good in this?” Fuck no! That dress ain’t gonna work on you, you don’t have the boobs for it.

I think my makeup looks good today!” Yeah and some people think the world is flat, don’t make them right though does it?

Omg these heels are killer!” Yeah they do a good job at killing your fashion sense.

Call it harsh, call it hilarious… I call it honest feedback.

One of the best benefits of having a friend like Moon, and hopefully any gal pal, is that they’re looking out for your best interests. If I don’t look good in something, Moon will be the first person to let me know. She has my best interests at heart, and she wants me to look good just as much as I do.

2. What The Fuck Is Highlighter???

I know this one is probably quite obvious (and not actually that relevant to highlighting) but I feel it should be stated regardless.

Stop me if you guessed this already, but girls are really good at makeup.

And I don’t mean ‘Girls always use makeup of course they’re good at it.’ Nah.

Most girls, Moon included, don’t actually use anywhere near as much makeup as a crossdresser would (especially Moon with her bloody flawless skin… rude). It’s not about their actual skill will the makeup, it’s the knowledge and theory behind it.

What’s the use of concealer? Ask your gal pal.

How does highlighter work? Ask your gal pal.

Why shouldn’t I use dark colours on my lips? Ask your gal pal.

Regardless of how much or little your gal pal uses in terms of makeup, they will have a wealth of knowledge about it and will easily guide you into improving your makeup in no time. Plus it doesn’t hurt to have someone helping you while you’re applying the stuff you know nothing about…

3. Stand Properly! Have You Never Seen A Woman?

I might sound like this font of female imitation knowledge, but most of the tips I throw up on this blog are simply regurgitated information that I learned long ago from Moon. 

One of the most invaluable lessons she ever taught was simply how to stand like a woman.

I’ve said before that looking at women pose is a good way to learn how to take pictures, but this should only be used if all else fails. If you can (and I can’t recommend this enough), get a gal pal so instruct you how to stand.

It’s not uncommon for Moon to start lifting my arm into the right position or telling me to relax my shoulders. This is all stuff I’m aware of, but it’s better when you’ve got someone who can actually see what you’re doing wrong and correct it.

On top of all that, you also get someone who can help take photos. I mean, I’m a big fan of selfies but sometimes you just wanna feel like the god-damn model you were born to be.


Well, that’s my side of things. However just to make this post extra long (sorry…) I thought I should get Moon to weigh in her opinions of having a crossdresser for a friend.

What’s it like having a crossdresser for a friend?

I’ll be honest. It was a little different to start off with, especially since Jess is the first and only crossdresser I’ve ever met. It didn’t take me too long to get used to it though; eventually she was asking for me to join her on ‘dress up nights’ which was essentially a cheap, student excuse to get drunk and look pretty… always fun though!

What’s different about Jess’ makeup than other girls?

Well… nothing really. I guess that’s the point though. She has to apply a bit more of the base makeup (concealer, foundation etc.) but after that it’s quite similar to my own and other girl’s makeup routines.

Do you see Jess differently when she’s dress up?

Again, a bit at first. Not in a bad way of course, but it was just getting my head around a male friend suddenly looking female(ish). I don’t know if it’s gotten easier over time because she’s better at makeup now than 8 years ago or because I’ve just got used to it.Overall I don’t really see her as a different person, just a much prettier person.

What’s your favourite thing to do with Jess?

Dressing up; without a doubt. As much as certain outfits don’t work on Jess (or myself at times) we’re always pushing each other to try different outfits. It’s always a great accomplishment when we try on an outfit we didn’t think would work but does!

Also Jess always has fancy dress outfits, and they’re nothing short of hilarious to try on, regardless of who’s wearing them.

I just wish she wouldn’t get changed in front of me…

What has been your favourite moment with Jess?

Oh god… we’ve been doing this for 8 years now, there are way too many…

If I had to pick one, even though there are definitely more, I would say the time that Jess wanted me to record a video of her spinning in a dress but I started recording while she was still explaining and sorting herself out.

Yeah, that’s the one.


I think I’m making these longer on purpose now…

I hope this has helped any of you who are thinking about telling your friends or looking for some guidance.

Just remember: any good gal pal will have no problem with you crossdressing over than those heels don’t work with that dress Hun.

Message me if you have any questions!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Ikon reacts: Stealing !Done!(17.09.17)

Hey It’s me. I’m so sorry that you had to wait for me to do this request for so long. I’ve been really busy last week and didn’t update this blog as much as I wanted to. I hope I did this request as good as you expected it..
(I’ll separate it into two or more parts as well since I don’t have the time to do it in one go and I also want to update you and my other followers )
Thanks for being patient xx -BP #



Originally posted by han-bin

Hanbin:
You were currently leaving your friends apartment.You spent the day with your best friend Jamie, the both of you  went out for lunch, watched a movie and did a beauty evening. Everything was fine until her boyfriend got home and wanted to spend some ‘quality time’ with her.
You decided to leave and visit you boyfriend and his band members at their dorm.
“Bye Jamie.. see you on tuesday” you said as you left her apartment, she just smiled and waved at you. 
You hated it when your Boyfriend interrupted the two of you but unfortunately you couldn’t do anything about it.

-Meanwhile at the dorm-
“Bro relax it might just be in the-”
“No it’s not in the washing machine I’ve already asked Yunhyeong.”
Hanbin said annoyed, rolling his eyes at Bobby
“Well damn, sorry..” Bobby said sighing going into the livingroom
- Back to you-
You took the bus to the dorm, as you got out you stopped at a 7/11 store and bought some sweets and chips for the boys.
“The cashier will think I only consume junk food.. good thing I don’t care.” You thought, going towards him.
You bought the stuff and went to the dorm.
Hanbin was still freaking out about his lost hoodie, it was his favourite after all.
*riiing~*
You rang the bell, a couple of minutes later Junhoe opened it. 
“Oh Y/n , nice to see- wait is that hanbin’s- “ he said grinning “Come in.”
You thought his reaction to you wearing Hanbin’s hoodie was weird but you didn’t mind, Junhoe has always been a bit strange.
You went to the living room, gave some of the boys some of the snacks and started looking around for hanbin.
“Babe?” You asked looking around. You couldn’t find him anywhere so you decided to look inside his and Bobby’s room.
There he was. Completely exhausted. He looked at you, first he smiled but it soon faded.
“Is that my?!” He literally jumped up and quickly went to you.
“I looked for this the whole evening..” 
Silence.
He looked down at you, smiled again and took your hands which were covered by his sleeves.
“You look beautiful though “ He said pulling you closer.
“Just tell me next time alright?” 
Hanbin would be the type of guy who’d absolutely adore you every time you wear his clothes. He loves it when you wear oversized hoodies or sweatshirts. 

Originally posted by ikonis

Bobby:
“The number you’re trying to reach is not available at the mom-” 
“Oh f*ck off..”
you replied annoyed and hung up. You’ve been calling him for about an hour now.
“What is he so busy wi-” before you even finished your sentence it hit you. 
“his video shoot..” you mumbled to yourself. 
“He’s probably shooting right now” you thought sighing. Bobby hasn’t been at your apartment or the dorm for more than two hours every night to get sleep and it has been like that for about a week now you started getting trust issues but as you suddenly remember that he’s shooting his music video you felt bad and started to worry about his health. 
“He’s probably really exhausted, tired and hungry” You thought.
You got up from your bed, picked out some clothes out of your and bobby’s shared closet and went to the bathroom. You took a shower and got dressed afterwards.
The sleeves of your boyfriends hoodie were covering your hands as the whole thing itself was way too big for your size but you didn’t care about that.
You went out of the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen with only one thought crossing your mind “I’m gonna make him some kimbap and visit him afterwards.” 
Bobby loved your cooking and little did you know that he missed it.
-Time skip/ 20 minutes-
You finished cooking, put everything in a cute little lunch box and headed outside. You got into your car and drove to the studios that YGE is shooting their videos in.
You stepped outside, locked the car and looked around like a lost puppy. Suddenly there was a staff member. You secretly followed her inside.
“CUT! That was perfect Bobby go take a break for now” the director said. You smiled seeing your boyfriend in action and you stepped closer. 
“Does anyone know this girl?” one of the female staff members asked her colleges with a disapproving look smeared all over her face. The other ones looked at you with the same expression and shook their head.
“Security! Here’s one of these weird fans again!” one of them shouted which immediately caught Bobby’s attention. You looked at Bobby and the both of you immediately locked eyes. It was weird seeing him after a week but you tried to ignore the feeling. Just when you were about to walk towards him, a security guard grabbed your arm roughly.
“Get ou-”
“Don’t touch her like that, do you even know who you’re touching?”
Bobby said slightly angered as the security guard gave him an “What are you talking about expression”
“It’s my girlfriend.”
he quietly said, the security guard immediately loosened his grip and backed off.
“Come over here babe” he said with a warm smile.
You went towards him and the both of you hugged each other.
“You look stunning babe” he whispered but you just laughed it off.
“I didn’t even get rea-”
“I love when you wear hoodies it makes you look cute and puts a smile on my face”

“I made some food for you” you said changing the topic.
“Blunt as always” he laughed taking your hand. 
He led you in a private room where the both of you could share the food in peace.

Originally posted by bobhwa

Jinhwhan:
You were currently at the supermarket, grocery shopping for dinner.
Everyone was staring at you and little kids were laughing. 
“Moohh~” a little girl behind you made a cow noise. You turned around and laughed at her being cute. “Mooh~” you made the sound as well making her laugh.
“Isn’t that y/n?” your heard a familiar voice behind you 
“Yeah i think it is her but those pants..” another familiar voice said..
You curiously looked behind you.
“Oh no for real..” You said recognizing these boys as Junhoe and Chanwoo.
“It’s not what it looks like”
“Y/n you’re wearing cow pants and have a bottle of milk in your hand, making cow sounds what do you mean it’s not what it looks like” Chanwoo said as he bursted out laughing.
You started chuckling too along with the little girl which caught a lot of people’s attention.
“Y/n?” you heard a soft voice next to you.
“Jinhwan” you said smiling and gave him a hug.
“What are you doing here?” you asked curious
“The others wanted to get some snacks” he said, you only nodded as a response
“You like these pants i guess?” he said chuckling 
“They’re comfortable so yeah I do” he nodded as he looks down at your hand.
A grin started forming on his face. “Buying milk in my cow pants are you serious?” he said shaking his head. 
“Like I said it’s not-”
“It’s cute.. if you like these, keep wearing them.” he said kissing your cheek. 
You blushed and smiled.
“Sure.. anyways I’ll cook dinner tonight so we can eat when you get home.”
“Nice than-”
“Jinhwan we’re done are you coming?”
Hanbin shouted.
“Gotta go babe see you later” he said giving you a quick peck on the lips.

Originally posted by ohmikon

Donghyuk:
The both of you were taking a stroll through the park. It was night and the two of you had a beautiful dinner a few hours ago.
“Y/n” he said looking at you. 
You looked him perfectly in the eyes since the both of you have the same height.
“There’s something I’d like you to know”
Your eyes widened and your heart beat got a lot faster. 
“S-Sure what’s wrong?” you said already preparing the answer for his confession.
“You have goosebumps” He stated looking at your arms. 
“Are you for real?” you thought being disappointed about what he said. 
He took off his jacket. 
“wear this It’ll keep you warm..” he said giving you the jacket. It was a bit tight at the back but other than that it was pretty comfortable and kept you warm.
“I guess I’m too chubby for your clothes” you mumbled. He immediately looked you. “Maybe he thinks I’m too fat?” you thought grabbing your belly.
“What are you grabbing your belly for?” He said looking down at your stomach area. You turned away embarrassed. “Don’t hide yourself what’s wrong all of sudden?” 
You just shook your hand and started walking in front of him, completely lost in thought. 
“How embarrassing, for one time a boy wants to give you his jacket and then it doesn’t fit? really?” you thought sighing.
It was a very silent walk from the moment on he gave you his jacket.
“Y/n we’ve almost reached your home” he said as you walked out of the park.
“Oh right..” you said taking of his jacket.
“Is it comfortable?” he asked. You nodded. It was, it was just a bit too tight on the back but other than that it was a good jacket. 
“Then keep it on“ 
You shook your head in response and took it off anyways. 
He came close and put his arms around you.
“Why not.. you looked so pretty in it..” he genuinely said looking into your eyes.
“I-I know you’re not as skinny as the other girls-” he started
“keep quiet I know that I’m not as beautiful as them..” you said looking at your shoes. 
“You’re right.. “
Your heart sank and tears started to build up. 
“You’re way prettier..” he said 
“I love every curve of your body and I love the way you look in my clothes.. “

Originally posted by hanbi-i

Yunhyeong:
“Just a little more salt and some pepper..” Yunhyeong mumbled while cooking in the kitchen. He was currently making your favourite food and he really didn’t want to mess it up.
-Time skip/ 15 minutes-
“It’s burned?” he said sighing.
*key noises* 
“she’s coming..why now” he thought standing helplessly in the kitchen.
You entered the house, completely exhausted from your work at the dog shelter.
“I’m back” you said tired as you made your way to the bathroom. You stripped off your dirty clothes and took a nice relaxing shower.
Once you were done you went to your and Yunhyeong’s shared bedroom, you grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of boxers since they’re really comfortable.
As you made your way to the kitchen you smelled something weird.
“Babe? Is there a fire or something it smells-”
You stopped talking and saw your boyfriend with a sad expression standing in the kitchen. 
“I tried making your favourite food but I forgot to lower the heat of the stove and it bur-”
“Are you wearing my clothes again?” he interrupted himself and started chuckling. 
“I am yes “ 
He shook his head sighing.
“I should start buying men’s clothes for you to wear since you like them so much hm?”
“No.. that’s not it. I like them because they’re yours and they’re comfortable” you answered quietly. He just smiled at that. 
“I guess I have to buy more clothes then so you have a bigger selection” he winked at you.
You went to stand next to him. 
“Stop being silly you idiot and let’s order takeout because that does not look very appealing” you said laughing pulling out your phone.
“At least I tried” he said before the both of you ordered takeout

Originally posted by 1junhoe

Junhoe:
“Can you pick me up please? It’s dark and I promise we’ll buy some food on our way home?” you asked your best friend over the phone.
“Are you serious? where are you even at it’s like 9pm why aren’t you home?” he asked and you could feel the his annoyance.
“I’m sorry I had to study till now with a group of friends.. we have like three upcoming tests. I’m at the cafe next to the national dance academy..” you answered.
*Wind blowing*
“Are you outside?” he asked after hearing the wind noises.
“I am yes.”
“Why don’t you stay in the cafe?”
“It close 30 minutes ago..”
“Are you cold?.” 

“Of course I am.. so are you coming or not?”  you heard him sigh.
“I’ll be there in ten”
-Time skip/ 20 minutes later-
You saw your tall friend walking up to you with a backpack.
You gave him a hug but he just stared at you in shock.
“You went here with a t-shirt? y/n autumn is coming and it’s getting cold..” he said shaking his head.
He opened his backpack and pulled out a zip hoodie and a scarf.
“I thought you at least wear a hoodie I would’ve been here much faster if I knew you were that cold. Put these on” he said giving you his clothes.
You put them on.
“Do I look good now?” you asked smiling.
“Not as good as me but you look acceptable” he winked at you.
“Idiot.” you mumbled.
“Who of us is the idiot here?” he looked down at you with a teasing grin on his face.
“Whatever.” you said annoyed looking away. A few minutes later the wind started blowing again and you started shivering. 
“Come here already beautiful” he quietly said as he pulled you close.
“My clothes look good on you.. but don’t take this as a compliment” he said not looking into you direction. You simply smiled at his obvious compliment.
“Look y/n we can get food over there” he said pointing at a cute small store.
You nodded and went in there. 
The both of you ordered some food and you looked around the store.
The old lady serving you smiled as Junhoe payed the bill. 
“The both of you make a great couple”
“O-Oh no we’re n-” you started clearing things up but got interupted.
“Thanks “ Junhoe said with a slight blush on his cheeks and grabbed your hand with a small grin on his face.

Originally posted by ikonis

Chanwoo:
“I’m sorry that I’m late Mrs. Johnson I missed the bus!” you said as you bursted through the door of your class.
“You need to leave the house much earlier y/n It’s the third time this week!” your teacher scolded you.
You went inside the class, embarrassed and out of breath.
“Isn’t that Chanwoo’s hoodie?” some girls started questioning. You looked around the class as you went to your seat in the corner. 
“It is! what have you been up to you two huh?” some boys started questioning with a grin on their faces.
“Keep it quiet now!” your teacher yelled at the class.
You took a glimpse at Chanwoo who just sat at his chair laughing at the other students. It was embarrassing.
-Time skip/ 30 minutes-
“y/n come to the front and solve this task please” your teacher said after writing something on the board.
“Don’t look at her ass now Chanwoo” you heard a boy say.
You sighed and went to the front. This is hell.
You solved the task and looked at your teacher.
“Very good can you explain how you solved it?” she asked you and you nodded. 
You turned to the class, Chanwoo was staring at you with his usual lovely expression.
“Uhm I-I just..” you started stuttering as soon you had eye contact with Chanwoo so you looked away. You continued explaining and wanted to put the chalk away after you stopped talking but the sleeves of his hoodie were covering your hands. It took you a good two minutes to put it away and when you looked back up you catched Chanwoo chuckling at you.
You blushed and sat back down. 
Another twenty minutes passed and you just sat there daydreaming. 
“Pass this to y/n” you heard some students whisper until the one next to you handed you a sheet of paper. You opened it.
“I’m sorry that they’re being so childish. Don’t be embarrassed, you look even more beautiful in my clothes. “ Your heartbeat got faster and you smiled like an idiot. 
“Pass this one as well” you heard them whisper again and a couple minutes later you received another letter.
“How about we go to this small cafe at the corner after school.. I want to get to know you even more after our little.. session ;) “ you smiled shaking your head.
“Ps: Your hair in the back sticks out” It said at the bottom. You chuckled a bit and desperately waited for the class to be over.


Hey guys I hoped you liked it, thanks for reading. The others will follow soon!
Much love!
-BP

Brawling Love (End)

Summary: Bucky and the reader get handcuffed together to “work out their differences” according to Natasha and Clint.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: too much fluff for my poor heart, swearing probably

A/N: I’m binge watching Law & Order SVU while writing this it’s pretty lit. I’ll fix any mistakes tomorrow, I’m really tired so ima go to sleep. I hope you like this :)


It wasn’t ‘real quick’ like the doctor said which made Bucky grow irritated. He didn’t leave the room, holding your hand no matter what. He felt that if he let go of you at any time, he could lose you like he almost did two days ago.

When the doctor was done though, he left the room and Bucky let out a sigh, Finally, he could talk to you. He caressed your hand and squeezed gently, making you look at him.

“So..” Bucky starts off with a smile. “I believe we have a lot to talk about.”

You chuckle. “I believe we do.”

Bucky stared at your connected hands, thinking very hard about what he was going to say to you. “I’m sorry.” he sighs. “I did everything I could to keep you from Ben but that was because I like you and I didn’t want him near you.”

“I’m sorry too.” you respond. “When you told me you liked me I froze. I didn’t know what to say. I thought you just said that so that I would choose you over Ben.”

Bucky pursed his lips as you continued. “I do like you though. I’ve liked you for the longest time. The only reason I seemed to hate you was because I was mad; jealous even. I tried hinting to you that I liked you but you didn’t pay attention to me. You always brushed me aside and went on dates with girl after girl and it frustrated me that you wouldn’t even spare me a glance.”

Bucky scoffed. “You’re joking right? The only reason I hated you was because I thought you hated me. And the only reason I constantly argued with you was because I thought that was the only way I could ever get your attention. That and you’re pretty cute when you’re annoyed.”

You playfully roll your eyes and punch his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

“So it’s settled then? You like me and I like you.” you say and Bucky nods at your words. “So when are you taking me out on a date?”

Bucky lets out a laugh at your forwardness. “Slow down, Doll, we still need to discuss my.. outburst a couple of weeks ago.”

You frown. “Bucky, we don’t have to-”

“No,” he stops you, “we need to. You just let it happen, we never discussed it and we need to.”

“Okay.” you nod, allowing him to continue.

He clears his throat as he caressed your hand that he was holding. “That day, I was mad at you. I was mad at you because you ruined my date. Then when we got home I got even more riled up and said all those things. I didn’t mean them, I just wanted to hurt you. I didn’t even think I’d hurt you. You’re always so tough, so guarded. I didn’t think my dumbass would ever hurt you let alone make you cry. I thought you were gonna say something mean back or even kick me in the balls but you cried. And when I saw you cry, I knew I fucked up. I didn’t mean to make you cry Y/N. You’re a great recruit to the team, everyone loves you and you are way better than Nat and Wanda combined, in my opinion; don’t tell them I said that because they’ll literally kill me.”

You chuckle at his words and he continues. “Those four days where you didn’t speak to me; didn’t speak to anyone, it killed me. I missed hearing your voice. Everyone was so mad at me and I don’t blame them. It was my fault. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. You have to realize that I didn’t mean any of that Y/N. I like you, so so much. my anger just took over in that moment and once my mouth opened, I couldn’t stop.”

You give him a pursed smile, looking down at your hands. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, ready to speak. “I’m an insecure girl. Always have and probably always will be. I never felt pretty when standing next to Nat or Wanda. I think that they’re way prettier than me. In school there were so many people who were smarter than me, prettier than me, better than me in every way possible. I grew up hating myself. I was never one to grab a guys attention.”

You look up at Bucky who kept his eyes on you the whole time you spoke. “So when you basically said I wasn’t as pretty as Nat or Wanda it hurt. You picked at my insecurities without knowing. I tried for so long to keep them hidden so that I didn’t seem like some kind of little bitch who couldn’t control her emotions. I pushed them way back in my head and focused on work, I nearly forgot about my insecurities until you brought them back up. I didn’t mean to break down in front of everyone, it just happened.”

“Y/N.” Bucky breathed. His face showed sadness and you give him a small smile, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know. Like you said I was tough. I had built up walls.” you respond.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed, standing up and leaning over then bed to hug you properly.

“We both fucked up, Bucky.” you shrug. He pulls away slightly, enough for him to see your face and for you to see his. He stares at you, eyes glancing down at your lips every so often. He was debating whether or not to kiss you right then and there. Was it too soon? Should he wait? Fuck it. He waited long enough.

Just when he was about to press his lips to yours, the door burst open and the whole team enters the room. Bucky immediately backs away, falling down onto the chair behind him as he watched everyone flood in.

“Sorry, are we interrupting something?” Tony grinned as he held flowers in his hand.

“Fucking cockblock.” Bucky muttered, rubbing his face.

“What was that Bucky?” Tony questioned with a smirk.

“Nothing.” he says loudly, looking up at Tony with a smile. “I said nothing.”

Tony turned his attention to you, handing you the flowers. “Here kid. These are apology flowers. Sorry for not looking out for you like I should’ve been.”

You smile, looking at the flowers before responding. “It’s fine. That guy came out of nowhere.”

Tony gave you a pained smile, sitting down on the small spot next to you. “You scared me.” his eyes brimmed with tears and he tried his best to fight them back.

“Tony.” you murmur, putting the flowers down only to pull him into your arms. He held you tightly without hurting you as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Don’t do that again.” his voice quivered. “Next time I tell you to stay with me, you stay with me.”

You let out a laugh. “Yes sir.”

You both pull away from the hug and Tony wipes away his tears before looking at everyone. “And for the record I wasn’t crying. Tony Stark doesn’t cry.”

“Whatever you say.” Natasha rolled her eyes and Thor stepped up to you.

“Lady Y/N, you’re okay.” he smiled, leaning down and hugging you gently. “My brother has told me to send you his regards.”

You pull away from the hug and your eyebrow quirked up. “Loki’s wishing me well? Loki. The guy who tried to take over the world.”

“He was going to make you his queen which was why he didn’t hurt you.” Thor responds. “My brother has a liking towards you.”

“No, nope.” Bucky cuts in. “Tell Loki to fuck off, Y/N’s mine, I’ll fight him if I have to.”

Everyone around you laughed at his words. Your eyes landed on Wanda who also gave you the same pained smile that Tony did. “Wanda come here.”

She walks over to you and you pull her down for a hug. “I got so scared. I couldn’t lose you, not after losing my brother.”

You smile, squeezing her a bit. “I’m not going anywhere.”

After you hugged everyone else, you all talked for a bit before deciding that once you were able to leave the infirmary, you all would spend a day together doing something.

“Hey,” Clint suddenly says, grabbing everyone’s attention. “What were you two doing before we came in?”

“Classified.” you respond. Clint raised his eyebrow.

“I was going to kiss her but you know, you guys are a bunch of cockblocks.” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh gross, thank god we came in.” Tony replied.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your lips as you pulled Bucky towards you. “What’s wrong-” you cut him off with a kiss. Your hands cupped his face and his metal arm was planted firmly on the bed beside you while his human hand tangled itself in your hair. You heard cheers from the others along with Tony who was making gagging noises.

“Damn,” Sam laughed. “Get some, Barnes.”

You both pulled away and you caressed his cheek as he smiled at you. “Well that was long overdue.”

You chuckle. “Sure was.” you murmur before your eyes widen. “Shit, Ben. I have to tell him that it’s not working out between me and him and that-”

Bucky placed his finger over your lips to shush you. “Do that tomorrow. Right now just kiss me.”

You smile, shaking your head as you pulled him into another, much needed kiss.


A/N: AAANNNDDDDD IT’S OVERRRR. I hope you guys liked this series as much as I loved writing it. Thank you so much for reading it and giving me feedback.

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Companions finding a sketchbook belonging to Sole full of detailed sketches of them? - Part I - the boys

First; thank you so much! *hug* Really genuinely mean it when I say that that means a lot . ^^ Also, here’s the first part of your request. Took my time on it, even though I’m super busy lately. So the second part will probably be up tomorrow or the day after depening on how exhausted I’ll be with uni work included. Quite hectic days tbh… Anyway; enjoy! :) (btw if anyone wants me to add maxson or sturges feel free to ask)

Deacon:
Deacon was highly amused by Sole deciding to draw him from all people. He decided to keep the sketchbook for a while, until Sole asked if he’d seen it. He handed it back to Sole with a wink and left Sole to turn bright red. Sole instantly tried to explain but got interrupted.
“ Deacon, I…”
“I understand. It’s my dazzling good looks.”
Deacon winked at Sole and left. Sole knew this wasn’t the last they’d hear of this though. From that moment on Deacon reminded Sole of the fact that he knew about these drawings by prancing around shirtless and striking a pose in front of them on a regular basis. Sometimes when waking them up in the morning, sometimes at random when having dinner, making sure Sole got even more flustered the first time but just tried to ignore it after. Every other settler didn’t manage to ignore it though. Nick walked by and shook his head as he told Sole ‘You just had to go and pat his ego, huh?”   

Synth!Codsworth:

He held up the book and placed a drawing of his face against his own. “ Who’s that? Is that me?” Sole tried to come up with a sensemaking explanation but couldn’t actually lie to Codsworth. Not only would he see right through it, there was also the puppy eyes. Even as a synth he seemed an expert at that. “Yeah, it is.” He smiled. “Excellent work, Mum/Sir! I’m glad you decided keep practicing. You always were very talented. Marvellous lines, you really did capture this new look.” Sole smiled.“May I ask you, why precisely did you opt to choose me as a model?” Sole shrugged. “Because you’re good-looking?” Codsworth felt his cheeks get warmer. “Why thank you Sir/ma’am. You are truly too kind. “

 

Nick Valentine:
Nick just picked up the sketchbook when Sole was talking to someone else and had put it down, curious how good of an artist they really were. Suffices to say that he was surprised by what he found. Sole was a fantastic artist all right, they even captured the look of light on metal. He looked positively heroic and shook his head in amusement at that before he went on to the next drawing. Only to realise every single drawing was of him. Sole reached for the book to find an empty space and noticed Nick was holding it. “Striking resemblance kid. You’re really talented. Mind tellin’ me why there are only sketches of me though?” He outstretched his hand with the book and Sole took it 
“Nobody ever told you it’s not nice to snoop around, Nick?”
He laughed ‘I’m a detective! It’s my job.Tryin’ to figure out your motive here.”
“I just like the way you look. You look suave and collected at all times. Grounded.” 
“Robotic you mean?.” Sole shook their head. “It’s about the charisma I guess.” Nick leafed through the book. “Please darling, you’re gonna make me blush. Although I don’t smoke. The man I stole the memories from did though.” Sole smiled. “Felt like it matched.”


Preston :
Preston found something on the ground. By the lack of dirt and sand on it, he figured it had to have been dropped recently. He opened it to figure out who it belonged to. “Hey general, is this you…rs.” his voice trailed off as he noticed the drawings of him when leafing through the sketchbook. Sole turned around right in time to see the surprise on his face. “Preston, that’s mine.” He started smiling. “Guessed as much general.” He handed it back to Sole. “Well done.” Preston quite liked the idea of Sole using him as a model to practice their drawing skills. Quite the compliment, too. He was in a very good mood for the rest of the day. Sole decided to bring it up again. “ So about those drawings…” “Don’t worry about it general. I consider it a compliment. Although I must dissapoint you abuot the true size of my bisceps.” 

Danse:
He had noticed them zoning out with that book on a regular basis, seemingly as a way to get their mind off of whatever else was going on. Danse had reminded Sole time and time again that situational awareness at all times was more than just a luxury in the commonwealth. On one of their travels together, after barely getting out with all their limbs still attached, hey found a safe place to spend the night. Or at least as safe as possible given the situation. Sole got out their sketchbook and started to draw as Danse focussed on fixing his power armour . When he was done, he found Sole asleep on a couch which looked like it was about to fall apart, their sketchbook still open on their lap and a pencil on the floor. He wanted to put them in the bed, seeing that a decent night’s sleep was always a good idea, and picked up the sketchbook. That’s when he noticed highly detailed images of himself on every page. He was convinced that Sole hadn’t seen him shirtless that often. Sole woke up gently at first but their eyes shot open as soon as they noticed the book in his hands.
“Oh! Ehm… did you?” 
“Yes. I did.”
 “Danse…” 
“I’d like to apologize for looking into your personal belongings.” 
“No problem… Okay are we really not going to talk about what you saw?”  Danse shook his head. “You saved my life. Both the myth and the man. You can draw me as much as you like, no questions asked. I owe you that much.” He cleared his throat and started talking about how he fixed his power armour, desperate to change the topic.


X6-88
”Whoever drew these must be very talented.” Sole turned around, wide-eyed . How did he even find that? They figured it’d be impossible to subtly take the book from X6. He looked at the drawings appreciatively, one by one. “I never did enjoy abstract art but this shows a great level of skill. They captured the anatomy very well.” Sole was very busy trying to come up with a reason why they’d want to keep the book, when X6 handed it over to them again. “ This explains why you have such a steady hand, Sir/Ma’am. Although I must press you to focus on more pressing matters than honing those skills in drawing.” 
”You knew?”
” I am very perceptive Ma’am/Sir. Keeps both of us alive.” 
”And you’re ok with it?”
“ Go for it.”
He just walked out without as much as another word on the subject and rarely brought it up again. He sometimes noticed Sole drawing him but never minded as long as he didn’t need to stop what has was doing.


MacCready
“Are ya ever gonna show me what you’re drawing?” he inquired when hanging out with Sole on a calmer day. “No.” “Ah, c’mon. We’re partners boss. We really shouldn’t have secrets for each other.” “Sure Mac.” He sighed and walked past Sole only to grab the sketchbook and run off with it. “MACCREADY!’. “Hey you said ‘sure’.” As he looked through the sketchbook and his smile faded into surprise. “ Woah, talk about a bombshell.” 
“Are you complimenting yourself?”
“ No , expressing how much of a surprise this is. It makes sense you’d love my natural charm but this is too much honor.” 
“ Stop mocking me.” 
“ What was it that you said again? Right, ‘No.’ “ 
“ Like you haven’t dreamt of being a comic book hero since you were a kid.”
“No. Maybe. Shut up.” Sole got up and took the book back. MacCready wanted to read more into this but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. If anyone could get anyone they wanted it was Sole. He still spent the rest of the night thinking it over though. Hoping that Sole wouldn’t stop draxing him because he also didn’t want to know what that would mean.

Hancock:
“Well well, what do we have here?” He leafed through the pages as his lips formed into a grin. He wasted no time on philosphising as to why Sole would have made such sketches and went to them straight away. “Hey Michelangelo! Care to tell me why you’ve got such fantastic sketches of me?” Sole tried to yank the sketchbook away, frantically looking around and hoping nobody heard that. All attempts to take it from him failed desperately but Sole kept lunging forward as he held the book back. “Damnit Hancock, have you been sniffing *lunge* around in my things *lunge*?” Hancock shook his head “No such thing, ya left it on my table, darlin’.” “Can’t you just let it go?” “No,no,no. Watching you freak out is way more fun.” He raised an eyebrow. “So, mind tellin’ me why you’d bother drawing a half-dessicated man? Sure you can find prettier models?”  Sole stopped their attempts looked at him with pity in their eyes, not something Hancock was used to or appreciated for that matter. “You don’t seriously think you’re unnatractive do you?” Hancock shrugged “Immortality comes with a cost. In my case? Looking like beef jerky would be the cost.”  Sole shook their head. “ I draw you because you’re strong, you’re inspiring. You may look like some sort of pirate zombie but you’re righteous and respectful.” Hancock lowered the sketchbook and handed it back, looking Sole straight in the eye. “Appreciate it.” and turned around, not sure what to do with this information. 

Imagine Request - The Drunk and Sober

can you do a drunk imagine pls

I had fun writing this lmao

Your P.O.V

Sitting down on the bed next to Justin, you struggled to get his shirt over his head.

“Justin, can you please sit still!” You huffed, a chuckle escaping your throat as he turned his frantically, seeming to panic as his head was stuck inside his shirt.

They don’t want us to sit still!” He chuckled lowly, as he held onto your arms, making it even harder for you.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you have those last few drinks; you’re even more annoying.” You joked quietly, finally getting his head free of his shirt and throwing it down next to you.

“You’re so prettyyyyy.” He mumbled as he leaned his face closer to yours. “You should be my girlfriend, b-but don’t tell [Y/N] because she’d g-get upset.” He stuttered on his words, the alcohol showing through.

You laughed at him in this state, it was too amusing to not just sit and play along with him. “Oh, do you not want to be with [Y/N] anymore?” You jokingly questioned him as you stopped undressing him for a second.

“Oh, noo. I loooove [Y/N] with my whole entire heart, she’s so pretty and she gives g-great sex, especially when I’m fr-frustrated, she’s so kind.” He mumbled tiredly, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Holding in your laughter, you decided to go along with it a little longer. “Tell me more about this [Y/N].” You smiled as he sat up and used his pointer finger to trace his own tattoos on forearm.

“S-She’s my girlfriend and she’s lovely and sexy and hot. Youuu actually look a lot like her, you k-know. B-But she’s prettier than you so.” He shrugged way too dramatically for you to be able to hold your laughter in, he frowned at you as you burst into a fit of giggles.

"What’s funny? Did someone tell you a joke? Tell me it, I like laughing.” He smiled and laughed as he stared at you as you tried to calm down.

"No, Justin, no one told me a joke. Do you not know who I am?” Grinning at him as his eyes drooped and his breath was unsteady.

"Are you Santa? Because I-I didn’t get what I wanted this year.” He frowned deeply, shaming me, or Santa for that matter.

"No, I’m [Y/N], your girlfriend.” Letting out a chuckle as he grinned widely.

”[Y/NNN], where’d you go, baby? I missed you.” He pouted as he grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you into him.

“I’ve been here the whole time, Justin.” Laughing at him as he sloppily pressed his lips against your cheek.

"I love you so muchhh.” He moaned as he continued to embrace you.

"I love you too, babe. Now we need to get you into bed, you’re completely shitfaced.” You stood him up and pulling his jeans down his legs, then sitting him down again so you could pull them off his legs.

”[Y/N], I-I love you and everything but I d-don’t think we should get in bed together j-just yet. I wanna wait until we get married.” Justin sat on his bed with his legs crossed in just his boxers, looking up at you with a serious and sympathetic expression on his face.

“If that’s what you want, Justin, then I can’t argue with you. I’m sure I can wait.” You went along and pretended to be hurt, you placed a bucket from the bathroom next to the bed just in case anything needed to come back up in the middle of the night.

“Boy, have I got some things to tell you when you’re sober.” You chuckled as you imagined the pinkness creeping onto Justin’s face as you inform him of the things he’s said to you tonight.

-

I’ve been told that @justinswriting already has a similar imagine to this so anything that is in fact similar was written by them first!

Surprise!

Anon: hey, i love your writing :) Could you do an imagine where you don’t know them and you’re a stripper and Gray brother pays you to give Ethan a surprise lap dance as a prank but he actually loves it and has an obvious boner by the end ;) Thank you so much xxx

It was a normal night, dancing, hot and sweaty. “Girl, go freshen up you can’t look like that when the next round come.” I said to one of my friends. She smiled and walked into the back room I looked at the guy in the corner who has been staring at me for about an hour I stroll over swaying my hips until someone steps in front of me “You look great sweetheart.” I smirked and eyed him up and down “Thank you, is there anything I can do for you?” He shook his head and handed me a card with his number on it, I obviously took it sticking it in my lace bra when I looked up he was gone and so was the guy in the corner. I sighed and walked over to the bar sitting down “What’s wrong Y/N you look down.” I shrugged and took a water “It’s been kind of slow for me, am I not sexy enough? Do i need to change?” The bartender looked at me raising an eyebrow. “Now girl you know you’re sexy, you better go out there and work it!” I giggled and stood up once more as I started to walk back to the stage and a younger looking boy walks up to me with a smile plastered on his face I smiled back looking at him “Can I help you?” He nodded and looked back at a boy that looked like him “My brother is a little down today and I was hoping a beautiful girl could help him out.” I looked at his brother and shook my head a bit “Maybe you should find someone prettier, I’m definitely not pretty enough for him.” He looked at me almost in shock “What are you talking about, you’re gorgeous and not because you’re half naked.” He chuckled and I nodded “Fine, whats his name?” I said over the loud music “His name is Ethan, I’m Grayson by the way” I smiled and shook his hand which had money in it, I put it down my bra and followed him over to his brother. “Bro, what did you do?” He said looking me up and down I blushed slightly, slowly walking closer to him “Hi Ethan, I’m Y/N. Your brother here told me that you were having a bad day, well lets just say I’m here to make it better.” I bit my lip mentally hitting myself for sounding so cliche, he licked his lips slowly watching everything I was doing. I wasn’t that good at what I did yet guys still drooled over me and paid me but I knew I needed to show myself when it came to him, he was different he wasn’t like the other guys that came in here, he wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to go through with the dance but he did because his brother wasn’t taking no for an answer. I admit I was a little shy only because he was a gorgeous boy as well. I slowly swayed my hips on his lap to the beat of the music which pretty soon started to fade as I looked into his eyes. “You have beautiful eyes.” He exclaimed smiling up at me as I rode his thigh working on making him feel better I smiled and blushed a little bit “I could say the same to you.” He smiled back at me and bit his lip “You’re a very beautiful girl, what are you doing here?” That question that very question I ask myself everyday and I get asked it every day. I always have an answer to it “Life’s hard when you’re on your own.” His smile faded and I shook my head, grinding my ass against his lap which caused him to moan a little bit I smirked and turned around to face him making the same movements he gripped my waist helping me move, which is actually against the rules but he was definitely an exception. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes and before I knew it his lips were on mine the kiss was slow and passionate my hips slowed down but I still swayed them “Uh, Ethan? Y/N?” We slowly pulled back to see Grayson staring at us I looked at Ethan and bit my lip getting off of his lap I smirked and looked at his lap “Well, I can see my job here is done.” Ethan’s cheeks got red and covered his face standing up trying to hide his obvious boner Grayson’s laughed boomed over the music as he saw what Ethan was trying to hide “What can I say, I’m attracted to beautiful women.” He kissed my cheek and slipped me a piece of paper in my hand whispering in my ear “Text me, I want to get to know the real you.” I smiled and nodded watching him and Grayson walk out of the doors.

masteroftherebels  asked:

For your Drabble Challenge post!! Jaytim (obvs) and I can't lie, they were one right after the other and it feels so right sooooo “Hold my hand so he gets jealous" somehow mixed with "Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“There he is,” Jason sighs wistfully. 

Dick wishes he could snap a picture of that face. He follows Jason’s line of sight to the ice cream shop. There are two workers behind the counter. “Which one?”

“The ridiculously pretty one.”

“They’re both pretty.”

Jason gives Dick an incredulous look. “With the black hair.”

“Oh! Of course,” Dick says quickly. “Yes, he’s obviously way prettier.”

“Right,” Jason nods, mollified. “Okay. Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“That is so stupid, Jay. Just ask him out.”

“I can’t!”

 “Why not?”

Jason just shakes his head. 

“Fine,” Dick sighs, and grabs Jason’s hand. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” 

“Yeah, that happens when I’m around Tim. Or when I think about him.”

“Do you hear yourself?”

“Yes,” Jason says pitifully. “I’m a huge dork, now let’s go.”

They walk into the ice cream shop, and Tim smiles at them in greeting. 

Dick squeaks from how hard Jason suddenly squeezes his hand. 

“Hey, Jason,” Tim says, and Dick shoots Jason a glance because, “He knows your name?”

Tim laughs. “Yeah, he comes in here all the time.”

“I just really love ice cream,” Jason croaks. 

“Sure you do, pal,” Dick says, biting back a laugh.

Tim looks down, then, at their hands clasped between them. “Oh.”

“What?” Jason asks. 

“I didn’t know…” Tim shrugs. He wipes down the counter, not looking at them. “I thought you were single, is all.”

“He is!” Dick says. “Single, that is.” 

Tim glances at their hands, and Dick quickly shakes out of the hold. 

“What are you doing?” Jason hisses.

“Getting you the guy,” Dick answers, and he pushes Jason forward. To Tim he says, “We’re brothers. I’m Dick, and Jason is an idiot but he likes you.”

“Um.” Tim blinks at them. “He does?”

Jason doesn’t answer, just stares at the floor while his face flushes pink.

Dick says, “He only comes in here to see you.”

“Really?” Tim asks, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. 

“Really, really,” Dick leans in with a grin and says, “He’s lactose intolerant.” 

Drunk-en love… (Ong Seongwoo) Pt. 3

Summary:

  • College AU
  • Your best friends are: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Kim Sohye

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Part 3: Why do people do drunk confessions?

You rubbed your eyes before turning to your three friends who were trying to act natural but looked really suspicious. “What were you guys talking about?” 

“We were just talking about how we were excited for the semester to end. After finals we can finally relax and just have fun ya know?” Daniel sat back in his seat with his hands behind his head. “Just need to pass my zoology exam.”

“Y/N that reminds me, we should start organizing our group together for our final project.” Ong pointed out.

“Ugh.” You put your face in your hands. “I don’t even want to think about seeing Minjun again.”

Ong scratched his head. “Look I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know I was over stepping my boundaries. You know I goof around a lot I just went a little overboard this time. Besides, you could do a lot better than him.”

You sighed. “Whatever. It’s a lost cause now. Minjun is probably already being swarmed by thousands of other girls who are a billion times prettier than me.”


After you and Ong parted ways with Daniel and Sohye it was a silent walk until you reached your guys’s street. “Look y/n–”

“Hey Ong, it’s fine. I overreacted and you know I didn’t even like him that much anyway. You can stop apologizing now.” You smiled. “Besides I couldn’t imagine giving you up for him. You’re like my best friend.”

You’re like my best friend. Ong nodded and didn’t say anything more. He walked you all the way to your door and turned around to leave when you grabbed his arm. “Stop looking so down. Wanna stay for a bit?”

Ong sort of stared at you like he was contemplating something before giving you the big grin you were used to. “Sure.”

“I think I have some beer in the fridge and a bag of cheetos in the cupboard…” You tossed your bag onto the couch before raiding your kitchen.

“What happened to ‘My diet starts today’?” Ong mocked your voice causing you to throw the bag of cheetos at him.

“My diet can start TOMORROW.” You laughed. 

You two talked for hours and hours and before you knew it you had gone through an entire case of beer. You of course were wasted to the core, but Ong was only a little bit tipsy, still conscious enough to take care of you.

“I can’t believe I’m drunk again. We just went drinking yesterday.” You giggled.

“Yeah.” Ong put his head on the table so he was facing you.

You threw the empty can in your hand across the kitchen, making a plate fall off of the counter and shatter. “Oh noooo…” you grumbled, walking over to clean up your mess.

“Why’d you do that?” Ong laughed, shaking his head. “You’re so weird.” He sipped his drink while you tried to pick up the shattered pieces of glass.

“Ow!” You cut your finger on one of the pieces and started to suck on it to stop the bleeding.

Ong sighed. “Did you get cut by the glass? How are you a 4 year old when you’re drunk…” You pouted as Ong went to the bathroom to find a band aid.

“Ong it hurts..” Ong took your hand into his and helped you run it under cold water. He put some ointment on the cut before carefully placing the band aid over the cut and kissing your finger.

“All better.” He smiled, still holding onto your hand.

“Ong why do you look so serious…” You frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb over the palm of your hand. “I like you y/n.”

“I like you too Ong–”

“No, y/n, I mean I have feelings for you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I love you y/n… and I’m tired of waiting to tell you. And I need to know if you have these feelings too or if it’s just me.”

You two stared at each other, him hoping you would say something back and you in shock, unable to break the silence. He gently put his hand on the back of your head and leaned in, making you internally panic. Did you have feelings for him? You kept raking your brain for answers but Ong couldn’t stand the painful silence. Whether it was the fact that he could practically hear your heart beating or the fact that he could see how alarmed you looked in your eyes, he opted to giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

“Go to sleep y/n, you’re gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow I already know it.”

You nodded, still trying to process all of the events that had just unfolded. You crawled into your bed and signaled Ong to come over to you but he just shook his head.

“I’ll just go back to my place.” He gave you a sad smile before turning around to leave. Once he shut the door behind him he laughed to himself as he felt himself start crying. “Why would you even have a chance with her you dummy.” He said to himself quickly wiping away his tears.


You woke up with the worst headache you’d ever had in your entire life, your head throbbing at every movement or sound around you. You tried to remember what had happened last night but all you could remember was your tragic date with Minjun. You looked at your nightstand and saw a smoothie with a sticky note next to it.

For your hangover. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything crazy last night ;) 

– Ong

You sighed, thankful that you hadn’t done something stupid like call Minjun a billion times asking him to take your hand in marriage or something. After finishing the smoothie that Ong claimed was his secret hangover cure, you quickly got dressed and headed out to class.

“Ong why would you let me drink.” You slapped him on the arm as you met up with him in front of your guys’s building. “I was so wasted I don’t remember a thing from last night.”

You could almost swear that you heard him sigh in relief. “Hey I tried to stop you. Besides, it’s not like it wasn’t fun watching you call Minjun like fifty times.”

You narrowed you eyes at him. “Don’t even try.” You scoffed. “I already checked my phone history FOR YOUR INFORMATION.”

He frowned. “Dang it, it would’ve been so fun to see you freak out.”

“YAH!” You both laughed and continued to mess around as you walked towards the bus stop.

You two waited for the bus to come when you began to crack your knuckles only to notice a small band aid on your index finger. How did this happen….

“Ong why do you look so serious…” You pointed out. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb over the palm of your hand. “I like you y/n.”

“I like you too Ong–”

“No, y/n, I mean I have feelings for you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I love you y/n… and I’m tired of waiting to tell you. And I need to know if you have these feelings too or if it’s just me.”

You let out a small gasp, Ong… confessed to me last night?

Ong turned around to you, “What’s wrong, did you forget something at home?”


Part 4

Perfect

Request: could u pls do a dan x reader where they are dating n the reader is very insecure (about her thighs n body, cause she is a bit chubby n has tons of stretch marks) n she finally has the confidence to wear pajama shorts in front of dan but she’s kinda timid about it n regrets wearing them n then dan goes on this rant about how she shouldn’t be ashamed and then he just go’s off how she’s amazing she is and he can’t even explain how gorgeous she is to him n it’s just cute n fluffy n they kiss a lot

Word count: 689

Warnings: Self Deprecating thoughts?

Lmao I’m bad at getting things on tumblr in time. I’m trying I promise. Enjoy!

Originally posted by dansintobdsm

You had always been insecure. From the age eleven, you had become more and more worried about your appearance, stopped wearing tight or revealing clothes. There was no-one you wouldn’t worry about them staring at your stomach or thighs, or stretch marks. You had never been skinny, no matter how hard you tried.

You sighed and continued staring at mirror. You had built your confidence up, and eventually decided to wear pyjama shorts, ones you had kept for years but never worn them, even when you were on your own. They were short enough to reveal most of your thighs and stretch marks. You felt your eyes beginning to brim with tears, but you calmed yourself down.

You were terrified about how Dan would react when he saw you. He’d never seen your legs unless it was extremely dark in the room, so he wouldn’t be able to see them really. You shook your head. Dan wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t judge. Would he?

After a few more minutes of contemplating, you moved away from the mirror and shut the bathroom door, anxiety flooding through you as you began to make your way up the stairs. You heard Phil talking in the longue, presumably doing a live show, and made it to yours and Dan’s shared bedroom. You opened the door.

“Hey,” He greeted, grinning at you when you turned around from shutting the door. You forced a smile.

“Evening.” You sat down on the bed next to him, trying not to wince when your thighs spread. You avoided his gaze. “What you up to?”

“Just scrolling through various social media.” He sighed, but you could tell he was looking at your legs. Your heart began to race.

“And watching my latest video.” You pointed to the tab, recognising the title. He laughed.

“I got to know what you’ve been up to recently.” He told you. “Apparently, a lot of eating.” He joked, as your video was you trying different candy from all over the world, but your eyes began to fill up with tears, thinking he was talking about how big you looked.

“Do my legs really look that bad?” You whimpered, before bursting into tears. Dan stared at you for a moment, then realised why you were crying, and he became frantic, shaking his head.

“No, no, I wasn’t talk about your legs!” He cried.

“Then my stomach?” You shouted, jumping up and storming over to the wardrobe and rooting through it. Dan followed you, but you turned around, covering your legs with a jumper. “Stop looking at them!”

“I wasn’t talking about your body, I was talking about the video.” He explained gently, and you paused, shaking your head and burying it in your hands. “Oh, love, come here.” He spoke softly, pulling you into a hug. You sobbed into his chest, dropping the jumper and wrapping your arms around him tightly. When your sobs turned to sniffs, he sat you down on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“I would never say that about your body. You’re beautiful.” He began, and you shook your head.

“No, I’m not. I’m fat. My curves go in and out in all the wrong places. I have scars and stretch marks. I’m just gross.” You mumbled, causing Dan to drop his arm around your shoulders and hold your face in his hands to make you look at him.

“Y/N, you are not gross, or fat, or anything. You are perfect to me. You are just the way I like you. You don’t need to be any skinnier, or prettier because you are amazing. You’re honestly stunning. I wish you knew that.” You let yourself smile a little, and as soon as you did, he beamed at you. “I promise you. You’re perfect.”

You leant in and kissed him softly, and when he kissed you back you rested your hand on his shoulder, allowing him to place his hands on your hips.

Eventually you broke for air, laying back on the bed, your fingers lacing together.

“Perfect.” He whispered as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Stop it,” You laughed, blushing.

“Nah.”

Imagine having to choose between Jared and your fiancé

I finish sending the last email, almost throwing my laptop across the room so I wouldn’t have to answer any more questions about Jared’s schedule. It’s almost 6 in the afternoon and I should have been at home at five. Jared still hasn’t appeared and his inbox fills way too fast for me to handle it.

When I hear the front door shut, I sigh in relief, one more minute and I would have gone crazy.

“What are you doing here? People are going to think I exploit you!” Jared laughs, entering the room with bags from Whole Foods, “You look really tired”

I am. But I just forget about everything the minute his eyes lay on mine. I start playing with the ring on my hand, remembering why I can’t allow myself to get consumed by his gaze and the way his body reacts to my intent of distraction.

“Well, you look even prettier when you are tired” He says, leaving his bags on his desk, I can feel all the air in my body stopping, not being able to continue its course, “How is that even possible?”

You can’t, I start saying to myself, stop it.

“Sometimes, when you find something that lightens your day, even the most tired people can… Glow”

Oh no, you did not just say that. So silly.

I can notice a small change on the way his jaw tightens, I know I’m saying this words because of him, but he doesn’t seem to get it. His head points to my hands, and a forced smile appears on his lips.

“You going out with… What’s his name?”

“Kevin” I answer, even though I’m sure he knows my fiancé’s name.

“Right” He sighs, still on his feet by his desk, “What time? Because it’s already 6 o'clock”

I check the clock on my wrist, I have an hour and a half to go home and get ready. Enough time to be able to stay for an extra couple of minutes in here.

“7:30” I say getting on my feet.

We share another look before changing our gaze completely. I save my laptop on my bag, check my phone, put my jacket on, but I’m still not ready to go. Everyday was the same. I would be happy at home, spending the night with Kevin, waking up in the morning to have breakfast together. But then, I would have to come here, hating myself half of the day, not believing the way my heart would race whenever my boss was near me. And by the time I had to go home, go back to my fiancé, to my reality, I just wouldn’t want to leave.

“I’ll see you monday morning“ I mutter, adjusting the bag on my shoulder.

Jared is now sitting on his desk, displaying all his food. His head raises to look me in the eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips. I know I’m smiling too, and it makes me feel like an idiot.

You’re engaged, you’re engaged…

“Have fun tonight“ He says, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t really mean it.

I nod, spending at least a whole more minute just staring at him. I have to stop, this is becoming really creepy.

By the time I decide I really need to leave, my phone starts buzzing. Kevin’s name appears on the screen, and I ignore the phone call till I’m inside my car. He sounds so happy, as always, and I try to imitate his tone as best as I can.

Once I get home I start getting ready for my date. A quick shower, dry my hair, pick my outfit and finally make up. My mind should be busy with the task at hand, but I can’t keep Jared’s smile off my head. I start wondering about him. Is he eating alone or did he invite someone else? A friend? A… lover?

The thought makes me uneasy, and I try to find an excuse to just give him a call, something that I forgot to tell him, or something that I may have left on my desk. Anything. By the time I dial his number I still don’t have an excuse, but I’m doing it anyway.

“It’s almost 7:30” He says from the other side of the line.

“I know” I mutter, giving another look at my ring, “I’m ready”

“Loverboy hasn’t appeared yet?”

I stay quiet for a couple of seconds, processing his almost angry tone of voice and the fact that he just called Kevin “Loverboy”.

“He’s on his way” I mutter.

The silence that comes after my answer is awkward, and I just want to punch myself in the face for calling Jared before my date.

“So, why did you call?”

“I think I forgot my… my…” I stutter, trying to think of something, when the thought of actually forgetting something at his house takes over my mind, “My glasses, I think they are in the kitchen”

“Oh, let me see”

I hear how he stands from whenever he’s sitting; his steps, the sound of a door, more steps. My doorbell rings right at the moment I hear the sound of the phone being put back on his ear.

“They are here”

“Good, can I go pick them up?” I ask, starting to walk towards the door.

“Now?” He asks laughing, and the sound of the ring makes him shut, “I think loverboy arrived”

“I have to go, thanks, Jared”

I hang, avoiding hear him say goodbye. I sigh deeply before having the guts to open the door, and change my expression of disappointment to complete happiness.

I’m engaged, I repeat myself.

Kevin doesn’t notice how distracted I am during our way to the restaurant, or how I avoid looking him in the eyes. I feel guilty for having another man in my mind, for wishing it was Jared who was in the car with me. But the night goes on, and I hear him talk about work, and how Jay, his best friend, almost broke a leg trying to get a date with one of their co-workers.

In the middle of dinner, the topic of our marriage starts coming out. Kevin has found a venue and wants me to see it, he thinks that it would be a bit small for all the people we want to invite, but he thinks we can handle it.

I nod, feeling a strange pinch on my chest. Kevin starts to notice how distant I’m being, and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is not empty, and the eyes of a girl go straight to my face. I don’t know her, but a smile appear on her lips.

“You escaped too?”

I nod, taking my phone out of purse, I have a text from Jared and I’m too on edge to read it right this second.

“I think my boyfriend is going to propose” The girl says, and the black mane falls covering her eyes when she lowers her head, “I’m not ready”

“Why not?” I ask her, leaning on one of the sinks.

“I’m not sure I love him enough to spend the rest of my life by his side” The girl confesses, and the familiarity of the situation makes me gasp, “I love him, I know I do. But what if I say yes and I end up finding the right one when it’s already too late?”

Why know? Right when my mind is already too busy with my own situation.

“If you say yes, and you find the one, what would you do?” I ask her, and I can feel the trembling on my voice.

“I don’t know, what else could I do but make the right decision for my heart?”

I nod, changing my gaze from the girl to my phone, deciding to read Jared’s message.

“Tell loverboy that if he doesn’t buy you champagne and strawberries, tells you how much he loves you, and ends the night with the best sex someone could ever offer, I’m taking you away from him”

“You’re crying” I hear the girl whisper.

I nod, “I think I have to make the right decision for my heart”

“Me too” She says, walking towards me to hold my hand, “Wish me luck”

“Break a leg” I mutter, squeezing her hand for a second.

The nameless girl leaves the bathroom, leaving me alone with my tears. I let them free for a few seconds, finally deciding it’s time to make the right decision.

I don’t even dry the tears, or reapply my make, before I get out of the bathroom. Kevin is finishing his glass of wine when his eyes lay on the state of my face.

“Oh my, did something happened in the bathroom? Are you alright?”

I shake my head, taking my seat in front of him.

I’m engaged, I tell myself, but I just don’t want to be.

“Please, tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me”

I stay in silent, but my eyes fall to my hands. I play one last time with my ring, taking it off to place it in front of him. Kevin’s eyes dance from my face to the ring, and a nervous laugh escapes his lips.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t do it” I whisper, “I’m so sorry, Kevin, I can’t”

I stand from my seat, leaving a quick kiss on his forehead before walking outside the restaurant. I’m shaking, my whole body is trembling and I just want to run away from there. I catch the cab I get a glimpse of, almost shouting the address to the driver.

I read Jared’s message another time, thinking of a way to answer it, but there are no words for this. So I just wait.

The driver announces that we have reached destination a few minutes after my almost breakdown. I thank him, giving him a generous tip for having to deal with me in this situation. I stand in front of the door, thinking of ways to explain what I’m doing there when I was supposed to be having dinner with my fiancé. Well, ex fiancé.

I decide that if I don’t right that doorbell right this second, I may end up taking another cab home. I can hear the footsteps on the other side of the door, and Jared’s image appears in front me. He’s shirtless, only wearing pajama pants, and I can feel my soul falling to the ground.

“Hey” I mumble, folding my arms over my belly.

“You came for your glasses?” He asks, and I can see the glimpse of a smile.

“Maybe” I answer.

Jared moves from the door to let me in. When the door shuts behind me, it’s just a matter of seconds before my back is leaning against it. Jared’s body is pressed against mine, his nose caressing my temples.

“Your hand is lacking something” He mutters, and automatically, both of my hands reach for his neck, “I like it”

I use both of my hands to make his lips crash with my own. The kiss is desperate, his thigh getting position between my legs. I can’t even control my body, letting it do whatever it wants, following his movements.

“So…” He whispers out of breath, breaking our kiss to grab my hips, making me fold my legs on his hips, “Loverboy didn’t have champagne?”

“No, he didn’t” I laugh, reaching for his lips again.

“Then, I’m allowed to take you away from him?” He asks, cupping my face with one hand.

“I think you did that a long time ago” I mutter, before receiving another one of his deep kisses.

The kiss rapidly transforms into something else, and right there on the door, his pajama pants falls to the floor, and my dress and panties follow them. We can’t stop kissing, we have a magnet on our mouths that makes them play with each other, even when it gets harder. A moan makes me part from him when he starts filling me. I can feel the growing sensation of completeness in my chest, his body feeling as the missing piece of the puzzle that is my life.

My hands take hold of his arms, finding a way to make me follow his rhythm. His eyes hold my gaze, biting my lips, his hands clenching on my hips. This is everything I wanted, everything I needed, and he knows it.

I can hear myself screaming his name, but at the same time thinking that this is nothing but a dream. But this is real. I know it. I can feel his orgasm and mine crushing in one single moment.

From the moment our lips touched I knew I had make the right decision. But now, looking at his eyes shine, his lips forming a smile just for me, I am completely sure I made the right decision for my heart.