ugh that look in her eyes *feels*

“Does he make you happy like I did?” His posture , leaning slackly against the brick wall, gave every indication of indifference but his eyes pleaded with her.

“Well,” she pauses, shaking her head at the ground, “he makes me happy. It’s… Different.” He asks how with the mere raise of his eyebrows. “You made me feel everything so deeply. He makes me happy. Like… Ugh.”

His lips curve up into a smirk. He always thought she looked most gorgeous when frustrated. “Just try to explain it.” He shifts his posture slightly, crossing his arms and legs.

“He’s safe and steady. He calls when he says he will. He shows up on time, for the most part. He smiles at me like I’m a poor man’s diamond. He really loves me and he’s overall, perfect. But you.” She looks up at him with bright eyes and a smile that melts his hardened exterior. He both loved her and hated her for being able to do that. “You were a fire. No. More than that. You were the wildfire. Crazy and out of control. You made me lose myself, simultaneously creating a frenzy and a calm. It was fire and passion and… And…” She pauses and toes the red bricks with her sneaker. Her fingers rake through her hair as she releases a long-held sigh. “He makes me happy. It’s just different. He’s safe, and you’re danger.”

He steps toward her, not exactly knowing what he was planning to do. His rough hand sweeps her hair from her eyes. “Look at me.” She does, and that’s the moment she knew. No matter how much she loved the other guy it would never be the same.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 2)

A/N: Highly requested. Here it is ! Hope you all enjoy it. Be sure to follow me and send me feedback as it’s always appreciated.

(Part 1)

Originally posted by juggiehead

“Hey are you okay ?” Zach asked. I sniffled and turned around to look at him “Yeah I’m perfectly fine” I faked a smile. “Theirs no need to lie. I can tell you’re not okay” he now took the seat beside me. My eyes were probably blood shot. Ugh why do I have to be such an emotional wreck at times. “You wanna talk about it ?” he asked. “Not right now but thanks for the concern Zach” I gave him a small smile and stood up dusting the back of my shorts.

Clay’s P.O.V

Hannah and I looked at each other at the same time when (Y/N) walked out. “The poor thing, I feel so bad for her” she said. “Same here. I should probably go check on her” I stood up. “At this state don’t expect her to explain herself” I nodded at her in assurance and started to walk out but Jeff stopped me. “Hey Clay. Where you think you going man ? I thought you and Hannah were hitting it off pretty well” he said. “Well we are having a good time, theirs no problem” I said and tried to walk past him but he still blocked me. “Then where are you heading ? Something serious ?” He questioned.

“Just worried about (Y/N) thought I’d check on her since she doesn’t seem well” I said and walked right past him this time not bothering to answer any more questions. I could feel he was close behind me. Why worry about a friend the most when they’re hurt. (Y/N) looked like she was just leaving as she dusted off the back of her shorts and Zach standing up after.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

“Hey (Y/N), are you okay ?” Clay asked. “Yep I’m fine, I was just leaving” I nodded. He understood what I meant and walked back into the house. Jeff was behind him. “(Y/N/N) why are you leaving ? What happened ?” Jeff asked as he rushed towards me. “It’s nothing Jeff, don’t worry about it. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather right now and all I’d like is a bit of space” I sighed. “Yeah okay sure thing. Go home safe and take it easy. Message me if you need anything” he pulled me in a for a hug and kissed my forehead. I nodded in return and waved him off. “You wouldn’t mind me walking you home would you ?” Zach asked. “Not at all” I giggled. He’s so sweet to actually stay, of course Jeff couldn’t read my emotions. Why do I crush on this boy anyway

It was a good walk, I got to learn a lot more about Zach and he learnt more about me. We were now a few feet away from my house, their was a calming silence between us both. “You sure you’ll be okay” he asked one last time when we reached my front door. “I’m sure of it. Thank you so much for walking me home, I really do appreciate it” I pulled him in for a hug and wrapped my arms around his neck, the struggles of hugging this boy since he’s so tall. I love it.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow at school” he raised a brow. “Yepp I’ll see you then” I bit my lip. “Okay bye” he waved off and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Bye” I waved back and shut my front door. I sighed out loud as I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders. As sweet as Zach may be, I still only have feelings for Jeff at this moment. I walked up to my bedroom getting undressed and slipping on my pyjamas then going back to studying. My notifications went off ‘Thanks for making my not so boring night 10x better, I’m glad I got to end a good evening with you xx’ - Zach. Aww that’s so thoughtful of him. I started blushing from his text and replied back ‘Aww thanks Zach for tonight ! I had a good time in those 15 mins. See yah x’. I locked my phone and decided to call it a night, I needed a rest after all that drama.

Next Day

I woke up early the next morning at 6:30 and decided to spend my half an hour on having breakfast and getting ready for school. Their was no rush since I could walk to school and it was at least 20 mins away but I didn’t mind because I needed the cardio. I got dressed wearing a plain black crop top, fishnet stockings, ripped denim skinny jeans paired with black and white converse. I tied up my hair in a high ponytail since the heat was unbearable. I grabbed my back and left at 7:15, reaching school at 7:42.

I pushed through the double doors and went straight to my locker. I started packing my bag for the day when out of a sudden a familiar voice whispered “Miss me ?”. I shook in fright and turned to see Zach “Gosh, please don’t do that ever again” I held my hands on my chest trying to steady my heartbeat. “Uhm so I was wondering if you have any plans tonight ?” He asked. “Nope I don’t think so, why ?” The curiosity starting to build. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go out tonight for dinner at 7 ?” He suggested. “Sounds like a plan Dempsey, I’ll see you then” I grinned. He started walking backwards then shouted “I’ll pick you at at 6:30” and winked.

I didn’t realise I was still in daze at the thought of going on a date tonight with Zach when Jeff stood in front of me. “What was that all about ?” He asked and looked back then back at me. “What’s it to you ?” I short back. “I care for you. I don’t trust any of my mates to go out with you” he said and crossed his arms over his chest. “I appreciate that you care but I’m going out with Zach tonight” I said and pushed past him. He started following me “You aren’t going anywhere with him, go cancel on him because I won’t allow it” he stood in front of me. “I’m going with Zach tonight and that’s final !” I yelled, earning stares from a few people.

Jeff looked around us and pulled me into an empty classroom “Why are you being so difficult. It’s for your own good and he isn’t for -” we were cut off by moans in the corner of the classroom. It was Zach and Sheri “Are you fucking kidding me ? I shouted. Jeff was ready to grab my wrist. ”(Y/N) wait" Zach started chasing after me.Why does life have to be so cruel ? Why does everyone have to always turn their back on me ? Why do I think that life is going to be okay ? Why do I even try ? I went to the girls bathroom and into the first vacant stall that I could find. I let the tears fall, I might as well ease my pain now then later. I can’t stand to see the world anymore.

The bell then rang 5 minutes later. I used the back of my hand to wipe away my tears, went to the sink to rinse my face and go to my first lesson which was Maths. Just great that I have Jeff and Zach in the same class. I walked into class getting stares from both Zach and Jeff, as well as other familiar faces. I walked to the back of the class instead of my usual seat next to Jeff. “Hey do you mind if I sit here today ? You can take my seat next to Jeff” I hoped and prayed in that moment that this kid was okay to switch. My prayers were answered when he said “Yeah sure” and walked to seat without any further questions. Zach and Jeff watched my every move, right now I couldn’t care less. I took a quick glance at my presence on my front camera feeling blessed that my eyes weren’t bloodshot this time.

They don’t deserve to know that I’m weak. Luckily this lesson the teacher hadn’t asked me to answer any questions as she usually does, since I’m her pet then she always makes me answer her questions. I guess she got the memo like Jeff and Zach that right now wasn’t a good time to talk to me or ever for a while.

It was now the end of the day and I pushed past the double doors with more force because of my anger. I jogged downstairs and speed walked to the pavement to walk home. “(Y/N) !” I heard my name being yelled and a car honk. Zach was following me “I’m so sorry” he said. “Don’t be, I’m sorry for actually believing that someone would like me for once. Jeff was right. Fuck all of you, I’m done with life” I said and not bothering to look back at him. “At least let me give you a ride” he offered. “I’d rather not” “(Y/N) please it’s the least -” he was cut off by Jeff. “Bro she’s not interested leave her alone” Jeff scoffed. Zach didn’t say anything further and drove off

I was glad that Zach was gone but I don’t want to have to deal with Jeff. “(Y/N) at least look at me” he said walking next to me. “No. Now go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone” I picked up my pace. I didn’t go to the gym for nothing these past few months, it’s for situations like this so I can run away easily. “Why are you being so complicated ? I was just trying to help you and -” I cut him off short by placing my lips on his. The butterflies in my stomach were all over the place. Did I just make the worst mistake or the best choice ? 

A/N: My apologies if it’s not the way you guys were hoping for it to be, their will be a part 3 and in future their will be another imagine that’s something like this but of course different. Love you all and thank you for being patient for this one xx

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.

Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

Three Times Mulder and Scully Got Caught and One Time They Didn’t Care -- Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Rating: Explicit

AN: This was a very fun part to write! All of my love and gratitude to @piecesofscully for the lightning fast beta and just for being an all around wonderful person.


“God, Mulder, you really need to stop that.”

“Mmmm stop what?” Mulder asked as he continued to wind his tongue around her earlobe, his teeth gently tugging at her earring.

Scully closed her eyes, the hotel keycard missing the lock entirely as she leaned back into his chest, reveling at the feeling of his tongue in her ear and his hands pawing at her breasts. “You know exactly what you are doing, Agent Mulder. I’m having enough trouble with this key as it is, I really don’t need you doing, oh Jesus, that.”

He popped the top button of her shirt open as he leaned down and whispered a gentle laugh into her cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you polish off that much champagne, Agent Scully. As the acting supervisor of The X-Files division I have to say, I am highly disappointed.”

Giving up on the door, she dropped the keycard to the floor before reaching behind her.

“Hmmm, that certainly doesn’t feel like disappointment, and besides, Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI,” she sassed as she turned around and wound her arms around his neck putting her lips against his, “We are not currently on duty. A fact that I plan on continuing to celebrate with more alcohol and more you.” Scully punctuated her statement with a slow lick of his bottom lip.

“Oh, Scully, I don’t know.” He bent down to pick the card up off the floor, dragging his hands across the curves and planes of her body as he straightened back up. “Your level of inebriation is a cause of concern.” Mulder finally unlocked the door and held it open with an outstretched arm.

Scully lifted her eyebrow and her eyes to Mulder as she was forced to walk under his arm. “Seriously? Mulder, I might be a little tipsy, but I assure you, the keycard wasn’t working right. I am in no way drunk.”

After making sure the “Do Not Disturb” door hanger was firmly in place, he shut the door, flipped the lock and turned to her.  His eyes moved across her body languidly, taking their time to take in all of her before answering, “That is exactly why I am concerned.” Mulder crossed to the minibar, taking out tiny bottle after tiny bottle. “This is one, full, case-free, duty-free, FBI-free, weekend. Just you and me, Scully.”

Scully perched on the foot of the large king-sized bed and toed off her high heels, the shoes thumping to the carpet. “How did you manage to swing this, Mulder? How were you able to slide under Skinner’s radar? I thought for sure he would have us on another case this weekend.”

Ceasing his minibar raid, Mulder turned to her with a smirk. “Well, I may or may not have implied that we would be swamped with a backlog of purchase requisitions that need to be processed before being sent over to accounting –”

“Not entirely false.” Scully interrupted.

“And Skinner just so happens to be at a director’s conference all weekend, so there is no chance we are going to be called away on a case,” he explained, his smirk evolving into full-fledged smile. “Pick your poison, Scully.”

Toying with the buttons of her blouse she looked at him through her lashes before replying, “What do you think, Mulder?”

He sat back on his heels and regarded her, staring at her for a beat before answering. “You seem like a strictly wine and champagne girl. Maybe the occasional beer.”

“What would you do if I requested that bottle of Patrón in your hand?”

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Bubbles (Markiplier x FemReader) fluffy short

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine - beaut ))

(A/n): amazing

Summary: teasing

Warnings: swearing and suchhh


“You need to like tone it down, three notches.”


“Because you do–”

“Not my fault you can’t say stuff.”

(Y/n) huffed impatiently with her boyfriend. Only three minutes ago did they both find out that (Y/n) saying ‘Bubble Gum’ was nearly impossible. She just happened to mess up, in one way or another, every time.

Someone, thought this was utterly adorable.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So hapy to know you're doing something special for the Choi boys! Can I request MC deciding to give a cat to Saeyoung for his birthday?

Countdown to the Cake: 4

The Rainbow Code


You feet hurt. You’ve been strolling in the mall for almost 2 hours now, trying to find the perfect birthday gift for your fiancée, it wouldn’t be that hard if it wasn’t for the two whining messes complaining behind you.

“My back hurt.” Yes, Yoosung, we got it when you said the 9 times before.

“Ugh… I’m bored. Can we stop and get some ice cream?”

“No, not yet. Let’s stroll a little more, Saeran. Please… bare with me, guys.”

“MC, we’ve wandered around these shops before,there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.”

“I know, but what if we passed for the right gift and I didn’t notice?”

“You know you could give him a pair of socks and he would still squeal like an idiot because it’s coming from you, right?” Saeran says, crossing his arms.

“Ugh… but I can’t give him socks, Saeran. I… he really didn’t give you any hint on what he would like?”

“Nope. And I would have noticed since he is not really subtle at hinting, that fool.” You groan in annoyance. “Just… accept you’re not finding anything here, MC.”

“What about some fancy hair products? I saw this shampoo that revitalizes color and…” Saeran shuts down and stops listening, it’s not like you cared as you keep blabbering and walking inside the cosmetic store.

He sits next to Yoosung in the bench and groans in annoyance.

“What’s wrong with her? Why she doesn’t just give up? Ugh… my brother and her are such a match in that sense.”

“But, Saeran… if you don’t like helping her, why are you here?”

“I can’t help it, she… she called the violet code.”

“The what?”

“Violet stands for ‘MC needs help’. It’s a stupidity Saeyoung created, we have these secret codes between us to make sure MC is happy, it’s… it’s so cheesy and stupid!”

“And whatever this is, you’re still following it.”

“Well, yeah! It’s simple, happy MC means happy Saeyoung, and happy couple means less problems for me to deal with. Seriously, you have no idea the hell these two fools make when they fight.”

“Oh, I do. Last time they fought, Saeyoung called me crying because MC apparently hated him and he wanted to rent a zeppelin to win her back.” Saeran rolls his eyes, yeah… he knew everything about the zeppelin ordeal.

“So you know why I follow Saeyoung stupid’s rainbow code.”

“Rainbow? Oh my God, there are 7 codes for this? You gotta tell me which are the other codes!”

“Yoosung, have you found something for him?” you walk out of the store and stop in front of them.

“I did, MC. I bought these comic books I thought he would like while you were seeing those customized sweaters.” Which, thankfully… you didn’t buy.

“Oh… comic books, yeah… that’s so thoughtful and adorable, Yoosung. Ugh… you should be his fiancé instead of me…”

“I’ll pass, but… don’t feel down, MC. I’m sure you’ll think of something meaningful to both of you that expresses your feelings very well.”

“How about cat lingerie, then?”

“He already has cat lingerie…” you sigh. Saeran feels like saying something, but… nah, better pretend he didn’t hear this.  

“Okay, have you ever considered asking him directly what he wants, like you did to me?”

“I did, but… I want to think of this myself, you know? We’re getting married pretty soon, I have to be able to give him what he wants without him telling me.”

“MC… don’t you think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself? You’ve been engaged for less than a year now…”

“Don’t even try, Yoosung. She’s stubborn just like him. And…” he gets up and starts to walk “I have no patience for any of this!”

“But Saeran, the violet code…”

“Fuck the violet code, MC”

“Wait, isn’t the rainbow code a thing just between the twins?”

“Yeah, and there’s the blue code in this.”

“Which means ‘MC is spending too much time with us and learning how to hack, so she knows the codes.’” Saeran explains in total boredom.

“Yeah…I called the violet code, not Saeyoung. So you still have to help me, Saeran!”

“I’m trying to help you, but there’s nothing I can do if you can’t take my help, you know? Ugh… fuck this, I’m gonna get some ice cream.”

“Ugh… what do I do, Yoosung?”

“Right now? Tell me all the codes, I’m so curious,MC!”

Saeran goes all the way to the ice cream shop muttering. How can you and his brother be so alike? It’s almost disturbing! Too bad you’re actually likeable most of the times and now he really feels this need to help you…

He picks the flavor he wants and pays to the girl in the cashier, who… happens to look vaguely familiar. What the hell?

“Have a nice day, sir!”

“You too… Saeyoung.” The girl widens her eyes before lowering her head and chuckling.

“Guess I can’t fool you, brother.”

“I’m not sure if I really want to know, but… what the fuck, Saeyoung?”

“Well, you know those days when you just want to put on a cute dress and infiltrate into the ice cream shop in the mall where your fiancée is buying your birthday gift? It’s… one of those days.”

“So you’re spying on her.”

“I prefer ‘watching her steps attentively’, please.”

“And why are you s… watching her steps attentively?”

“Yes, Saeyoung, why are you spying on me?” holy shit! You and Yoosung are standing next to the balcony.

“Saeyoung? Who is this handsome man named Saeyoung you all keep talking about?” he does this weird high voice, and you cross your arms, glaring at him and making him sigh. “Hi, honey…”

“What are you doing, Saeyoung? I told you before how creepy it is when you do things like that!”

“I know, and I’m trying to stop, but… I couldn’t stay at home knowing you and my brother were trying to get something for me. I… don’t know, MC, I panicked, okay?”

“Why did you panic?”

“Because… it’s… it’s still hard to believe, MC. My fiancée going to the mall with my brother and my best friend to get me a birthday present, is this real? Is this… happiness real? I… can’t really stay home while something like this is happening, I can’t miss all the happiness that is surrounding my life right now, because… what if it ends?”

Yoosung looks at you and Saeran, he’s honestly shocked, he knew how much Saeyoung still struggled with his depressive thoughts from time to time, but he never really saw one of these moments in person. You and Saeran apparently did, though.

“You’re such a moron, Saeyoung.” Whoa… not the reaction he was expecting from Saeran.

“Ugh… I know. And I’m really sorry, bro. I’m sorry, Yoosung. And I’m sorry… MC.”

“I… told you more than once you don’t have to apologize so much, silly. And… I also told you it won’t end, Saeyoung. I’m here, we’re getting married in less than a month, and your brother is here too. This is just your first birthday we’re spending together, the first of many. I’ll be here for you getting older with you every year of our lives. So… don’t worry about missing moments, there are so many important ones to come.” You just feel your own tears when you see his.

“I can’t believe you two are really crying and making a scene in an ice cream shop. Can you believe it, Yoosung?”

“I can…” of course, because he’s crying too.

The four of you finally leave the shop. Saeran still can’t believe he’s the one to apologize for his friends’ weirdness. He, of all people.

He really needs a break from you two, and Yoosung needs to recompose yourself. So now it’s just the two of you sitting in the bench.

“So, uhm… thank you for what you said, MC.I… am sure you’re tired of always repeating the same stuff to me, but I appreciate it, you know, the way you appreciate me. The way you love me.”

“I do love you, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do… and that makes me realize that’s the best gift I could possibly have, and not only for my birthday.” You blush, and he giggles. You don’t really mind getting flustered if he makes him smile like this. “The idea of us being this old couple, sitting on our rocking chairs in the porch, talking about how young people have no respect and… surrounded by cats, and…”

“Wait, what?”

“What what?”

“Surrounded by cats?”

“Well, yeah… I… love cats, and  despite of what Jumin think, I would be a good owner, if you… helped me.” then it hits you, the perfect birthday gift!



“I’m calling the red code.”





“YEEEESS!” he gets up and takes your hand, hugging you. Then he lifts you up before pulling you closer for a kiss. And you two laugh.

“Whew… they’re okay. I thought we would have to call the zepellin guy again…” Yoosung whispers to Saeran. But you and Saeyoung notice their presence again pretty quickly.

“Hey, Saeran, guess what?” you ask him.


“She called the red code!” you two giggle, still hugging each other.





“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT DOES THE RED CODE MEAN, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Yoosung almost shouts in confusion.

“MC WANTS TO ADOPT A CAT!” you and Saeyoung say at the same time.

You can see the other days here!

Imagine you're an unhelpful husband

You sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can, crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.

You hear the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already sweating.

“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.

She’s gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can. “Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.

A few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.

You don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.

“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.

“Wha…ugh…what just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was flat and toned like it used to be.

“Woah! You’re-what happened to the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two perky breasts are perched on top.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie? Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.

“Ah, yes, kicks are wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just happened.

“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.

Your wife laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!” she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared daggers through you.

“When we got married, I debated whether or not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off, clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she finished.

Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That felt so real…

“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there. Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as you tried to find your balance.

“Follow me. And take your time- we don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to back as it already started to ache.

“Now, like I said, I made a very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch. So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door. She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.

The world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.

“Hi Mr. Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate his growing passenger.

“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.

“See, honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.

“And, of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there, you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,” she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.

“Shhhh, honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were in hell.

(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)

All (We) Want

So, in the Writers’ Hub we have quite the selection of opinions on when, where and if Captain Swan have ever done the deed. I took it upon myself to um… bring some of those scenarios to life.

4.4k of pure smutiness in various forms. Rated M. On ao3 HERE

Credit to @winterbythesea @ofshipsandswans @hencethebravery @dassala and @businesscasualprincess for the situations and @captainwiley and @irishswanff for the sprinting help. Did I say credit? I meant blame.

Also @killiancygnus. Because ily.

1. Neverland

He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.

She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.

It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.

He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.

He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.

“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”

“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.

“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.

“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.

“That I only have to ask.”

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The Calm Before The Storm

Request: ‘Can you do an imagine where reggie finds his ex girlfriend in the playbook next to chucks name(the reader and reggie still have strong feelings for each other and they both know that) reggie and chuck get In a fight about it. The reader goes and visits reggie at his house after the fight then they get into an argument about it but they make up in the end then they start making out’

Pairing: Reggie X Reader

Warnings: So, it’s got swearing and it gets pretty intense at some points, not gonna lie

Word count: 2388

A/N: Shoutout to @ju-gg for encouraging me to do a Reggie fic, which I’m now so glad I did bc he deserves the spotlight, you’re the best xx. 

Also very sorry It’s taken me so long to post a fic I’ve had a lot of uni work and had the worst writer’s block, but I’m back now BabY.

Originally posted by riverdalesource


It had been one month.

One month since I told Reggie never to speak to me again.

One month since I had broken up with him, after that god-awful night I caught him kissing Ginger Lopez at a post-football game party.

I thought I had the perfect relationship, we had been together for nearly a year and I had never been so in love with another person before. Reggie was so protective and caring, we would always have something to laugh about and he was the only person I could just sit in pure unfiltered silence with without it being awkward. We just fit together. Or so I thought.

When I pulled back the closet door to reveal Reggie and Ginger making out in Cheryl Blossom’s closet that night, it was heartbreaking. I remember feeling like the ground had disappeared from under my feet. I screamed at him, told him I never wanted to see him again and of course that we were over.

The weeks that followed were difficult, to say the least, each day worse than the next. I tried my best to conceal how much it was killing me by putting on a brave face in front of my friends. Reggie persistently tried to talk to me for the first two weeks but eventually, he gave up.

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Birthday wishes- Justin bieber imagine(mature)

In which he receives his birthday present. BTW, i need to chill.

“Y/N!” I call out for her as I sit against the headboard waiting for her to come out of the bathroom and show me her ‘costume’ already. It was my birthday today and she insisted she’ll give me a surprise tonight. She pops her head out slightly from the door, smiling at me. She suddenly jumps out with her hands in the air.

“Ta-Da” she says, grinning.

“So sexy,” I mutter, my mind not comprehending anything else but the angel standing in front of me.

My eyes scan her from bottom to top, not believing how amazing she looked and at the fact that she was all mine.

She raises her hands to cover her face and shakes her head rapidly, “this is so embarrassing.”

“Come here,” I say, extending both of my arms out, signalling for her to come. She drops her hands to her side and stares at me, slightly blushing.

“I hate you,” she whines as she crawls up the end of bed and begins to look at me with those seductive eyes. I glance down at her chest for second, wanting nothing but to rip the tiny black outfit off her body already. She didn’t know how incredibly sexy and cute she was, she drove me insane at everything little thing she does.

Not being able to keep my hands longer, I impatiently lunge myself at her body, like a lion darting at its prey. I hug her tiny body and flip her underneath me. I stare at her face. I notice the way her hair flew into a large mess, the way her face looked so amazingly perfect or the way her eyes made me fall in love with her every time I look into then was so crazy to even comprehend into words. 

I begin to graze down at her, my eyes traveling all over her body and up to her gorgeous face. She smiles at me. I stare at her lips, so amazingly kissable, making me want to bite down on it so hard until it bleeds. I shake my thoughts out of head as I rewind back to pleasuring Y/N.

As quick as a bullet, I quickly begin to kiss down on her neck, sucking her delicate skin. I slowly make my way to her chest. I slowly pull her lacey black bra down, exposing her perfect shoulders. Literally every bit of her body was breathtakingly beautiful. I continue to slowly pull it further, now revealing her perky mounds. I lower my head until it was levelled with her chest. I take her left nipple between my lips and gently bite down on it, poking it with my tongue. I gaze up in her direction, not wanting to miss her reaction. Her bottom lip is harshly taken between her teeth, her eyes shut completely, hands gripping the white bed sheets tightly and her heart beating rapidly against my head.

“Mhmm,” I mutter purposely against her, lips still teasing her erect nubs. The vibrations of my voice, startle her, causing her to let out a muffled whine. Although it was suppose to be my birthday, seeing Y/N struggle against my touch was more pleasurable than anything else. After a few minutes of teasing, i decide to bring it up a notch and leave her breasts and begin to kiss down her stomach. I look up to her face and sees her eyes staring back at mine, following my every move. Loving her attention on me, it makes me eager to please her even more.

Soon, my face is levelled with her lower body. I lean down and peck both of her thighs lightly, purposely avoiding her area. I could feel her eyes sending daggers at me, wanting nothing but to get her way. I gently kiss her through the black lace, feeling her dampness agasint my lips.

“Ugh,” she sighs as her legs quickly wraps them around me neck, holding me into a headlock position. I smirk at her impatient actions. I grip the back of her thighs gently and look up to her, not giving her what she wants just yet.

“Tell me baby,” I begin to say, blowing my hot breath against her core as I speak, “What do you want?”

“Justi-n,” she whines out my name, her voice sounding out of breath. I grin mechanically but still continue to tease her to the max by ignoring her whine and kissing the inside of her thighs instead, avoiding the spot where she needed me the most. Loving the control I had over body, I grip her thighs a bit tighter and asks her the same question, forcing an answer out of her sweet mouth. She doesn’t reply, biting on her bottom lip harshly. So I retract my mouth away from her all at once, testing her next move.

“Please Justin,” she instantly breathes out, “fuck me.”

Happy with the response i wanted to hear, I begin to pull her panties down and slide them down her legs with my fingers. I look up to see her, her expression looking so dazed and hot, making wanting to stop this game and fuck her continuously with her moaning out my name continuously. I begin to slowly pull her legs apart, to open them to my hungry eyes. I grip the inside of her thighs, slowly separating them. I can feel her hesitation as she keeps her legs still, not cooperating with me.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” I say in a warming tone, hoping she would listen to me. “Open your legs for me Y/N.”

I look up to her face. She looks nervous and shy, her eyes slanting down with an worried expression. I lower my head down between her legs, keeping eye contact as i do and slowly began to blow my warm breath against her delicous core. She stares down at me, focusing on the every move. I stick my tongue out, licking her with the tip of my tongue. She bites down on her bottom him harshly, instantly closing her eyes. I slowly lick her up, tasting her sweet juices on my tastebuds as I slowly began to separate her legs for me once more. Her core was so delicious, making me want to taste every bit of her, wanting me to eat her up everyday just for my own pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl,” I groan, watching her squirm under my touch. Her facials are so intense and sexy, making me want to cum instantly. I reach down with my left hand and pull down my grey sweat pants, along with my boxers in one swift motion. The strain of the material isn’t present anymore, making me groan in satisfaction. I look between her luscious core, wet and ready for me and my aching stiff member, begging for attention. I struggle to hold my my need for her as i began to glide my hands along my shaft. I felt so turned on, precum started to be visible as it began to appear at my tip. Without thinking, I slam into her core, taking not only her by surprise but myself as well. I was so ready for her I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I feel relief as I feel her warm tight muscle around me, sending me off into paradise.

“So fucking good,” I breath out breathlessly, the pleasure sucking my breath out of my lunges. I open my eyes to find Y/N staring right back at me. She smiles teasingly, “Justin,” she laughs. “I didn’t know you needed me that much,” she giggles as she continues to laugh at my neediness.

I start to feel anger bubble up into me as she still hasn’t stopped. “Keep these above your head,” I deeply growl at her, still slightly embarrassed at my actions, I narrow my eyes at her, warning her further. I keep her arms above her head in a tight hold, gripping me harshly with my left hand.

“You’re hurting me,” she whines softly. I ignore her pleas as I violently slam my stiff hard length into her, sterching her tight core instantly. The feeling of her tight walls rubbing against me was more to make myself let go but I hold tight onto my orgasm, wanting to bring Y/N closer first. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, holding in my desperate groans needing to be released as I continue to move myself inside of Y/N as quick as I could. Her presence made me feel weak and made me fall apart instantly, now it was me begging for her instead. I watch down at her, her eyes shut tightly, her pink lips slightly open with nothing but heavy breathing to be heard. She looks so sexy yet so vulnerable. I love seeing her like this, it made me proud to see her squirming under my body and i wanted to keep seeing her like this, like a video on replay.

I let her arms free as I reach out with my fingers and began to rub her erect nubs, wanting to bring her closer to the edge. Her voice begins to shake in pleasure as begins to let out heavy pants.

“Oh my go-d,” she barely lets out, her voice sounds so erotic and sweet, singing sensationally to my ears.

I start to feel the intense heat as i felt sweat rising against my forehead, back and chest.

I could suddenly feel my orgasm approaching earlier than I thought, I glance at Y/N to see her eyes shut closed, her hands grabbing the white linen sheets, tugging on dear life. She begins to shake her body. Her core begins to pulse my member, making me feel out of this world as she lets go, her juice leaking out of her core and down the insides of her thighs. I close my eyes tightly at the sight, so eortic as it plays in my head again. The feeling of her muscles, squeezing my shaft tightly, so wet and amazing, makes myself let go. I start to enter her sloppily as my pace become unsteady. I pull out of her. I open my eyes to see her face sweaty and hair wild like she just woke up. She looked so sexy as she lays there with large eyes gleaming back into mine.

“I love you,” I say seriously.

She smiles slyly at me, “Happy birthday,” she cheers before leaving her head off the pillow and pecking my lips.

To Die For || Sirius Black x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Hi! Could you pretty please do a young Sirius black imagine where the reader has been friends with the marauders since first year and he thinks he likes some new girl (as he does a new one every week) and everything but then he wins a long time bet with the reader and makes her snog severus. Only when he actually sees her flirting with him does he realize he actually loves her. Thank youuuu.]]

yayyyy, my first ever imagine for young!sirius black (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ I’m a little nervous about how this is going to turn out, but I’m determined to make this work!!

lmao and I just finished writing a peter parker requested imagine too hhhh I must be a sucker for pain (/ω\)

tags: @betty234

{{request status: got any remus/sirius imagines for me? Send them in right here!!}}

warnings: none, except for a slightly possessive sirius black.

word count: 2,000+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story! Reblogs are fine!!


“For Merlin’s sake, you say that for just about any girl who is unlucky enough to capture your fancy!”

You (much to the self proclaimed Marauder’s delight) were having yet another argument with the playboy and heartthrob himself who went by the name of Sirius Black. While they were in the midst of eating, all three boys kept on looking over at you and Sirius.

Whereas your face was filled with an uncontained annoyance and fury, Sirius’ expression retained its natural and aloof expression, only letting out a tiny smile whenever your voice was raised an octave or two.

“But I’m being serious now [Name], Melinda is truly the one for me. Not only that, but her legs are to die for.” You roll your eyes at his daring (and sexual) words, not believing them one bit. “Again, you have practically said that with all of the girls that have attended Hogwarts thus far.”

You had been friends with the group of boys who made up the Marauder’s since first year, sharing all of your classes together with them when you ended up being sorted into Gryffindor as well. Seeing each of them as like a brother to you, you often liked to scold them for their mischievous behavior (not so much with Remus, since he seemed to be the only one with a lick of sense in the group).

You weren’t sure how you managed to stay close to these boys throughout the years, your friendship with each and every one of them lasting until well into your fifth year at Hogwarts. Despite how much they were a pain in your arse, you couldn’t deny that each and every one of them had a special place in your heart (even, you admit with a begrudging respect, Sirius Black himself).

“Come on, [Name], let Sirius have some fun. And why not believe him for once?” James was laughing while taking bites of his Yorkshire pudding, “I meang, ifs he shays dat he lurves her, dan her lurves her!”

You grimace and throw your napkin at James, “Swallow your food before you talk, Potter. Your table manners are atrocious.”

Your words causes a chuckle to go through Peter, “Wow, I didn’t think we would have a second mum when we got accepted into Hogwarts!”

Sirius lets out his own bellowing laugh, completely agreeing with the mouse-like boy, “Indeed! This is why [Name] can never catch a bloke for herself!”

Sirius’ offhanded comment makes you turn red with anger, making Remus slowly speak up when he responds, “Guys, knock it off. You all know that [Name] is just looking out for us.”

Despite Remus’ kind words, you were beyond pissed when you stood and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius, “Yeah? Well at least I know that when a man does fall for me, then I’d be able to keep him for more than a week!”

Sirius follows your lead and stands with you, “Is that a challenge I hear, love?”

“Don’t call me love and lump me in with the rest of the girls you’ve snogged.” You snarled at Sirius, feeling the anger coursing through your veins as the emotion changed your skin into a flushed color. “Take it however you want to take it, as long as you know that I’m right in the end.”

A smirk paints his handsome features when he places a hand beneath his chin, appearing deep in thought when he tells you, “Alright then, love, challenge accepted.”

Several whistles were heard coming from James and Peter while Remus just gave both you and Sirius a look of concern, “Sirius, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

You hold out a hand to Remus, “It’s okay Rem, I can handle whatever this arse throws at me.”

You watch as the smirk widens on Sirius’ face before he proudly declares, “If I can’t keep Melinda by my side for a full month, then you win and I have to do your every bidding for two months.”

You lift your eyebrows in question, already liking the prospect of this bet, “And if I end up losing by some slim chance?

Sirius flashes you one of his famous shit eating grin before answering you, “You have to go up to Severus Snape and snog him.”

You freeze at the thought of kissing the infamous Slytherin, feeling your back stiffen when you turn around and look at the table where Severus sat with Lily Evans.

Lily was talking animatedly about something as Severus merely nods at her, still picking at his mashed potatoes as James groaned at the sight of him, “I feel sorry for you, [Name]. Snape is so greasy, and- ugh! That fool has no right to be in the presence of Lily like that!”

“Shut up Potter, no one wants to hear about your pathetic crush on her.” You grit your teeth and look at Sirius, feeling your annoyance strengthen at the look of pure amusement in his grey eyes.

“Fine, it’s a deal. I accept this bet, but only because I know I’ll win!” You take Sirius’ hand and give it a shake, “After all, you’re not one to be the monogamous type, Black.”

His smirk simply widens at your proclamation, “We’ll see about that, love.”


You felt sick to your stomach at what was to come.

For the following weeks that made up the bet, you saw Melinda Evers falling deeper and deeper in love with Sirius. Throughout the Gryffindor halls, you would catch Sirius and the girl together, exchanging quick kisses while holding hands, seeming to be in a whole different world of their own when they were together.

How lovey-dovey they appeared was absolutely sickening to you-

And it was achingly clear that you lost the bet.

There relationship had lasted the entire month, which was what brought you to the Dining Hall as you searched for Severus Snape. While you were walking around the area, you could feel all of the Marauder’s eyes on your back, knowing that they were whispering triumphantly amongst one another.

“I can’t believe [Name] is going to do this!”

“I feel bad for her, but at the same time, this is pretty hilarious.”

You only heard James and Peter’s voice, wincing as their laughter seemed to get louder when you spotted Severus with Lily on the far end of the dining area.

Wiping the sweat from the palm of your hands, you clear your throat and shakily call out, “U-Uhm, Severus?”

Your voice catches the attention of Lily and Severus Snape, and upon seeing you reaching their table, Lily’s green eyes begin to flash with uncertainty, “[Name], what brings you here?”

You nervously twirl at the ends of your hair, “N-No reason at a-all. I-I was just w-wondering if I c-could have a minute alone with S-Severus?”

Lily’s reaction was automatic when she hangs on to his arm, “I don’t think you should-“

“It’s fine, Lily. I’ll be okay. Let her say whatever she needs to say and be done with it.” Severus interrupts her, making the redhead gaze at him with a look of concern, “W-well, if you’re okay with it…”

“I am.”

Taking his answer as all the confirmation she needed, Lily gives you a nod before gathering her books. Only when she leaves was when you were brave enough to sit down on the seat next to him. “Uhm, hello, s-so-“

“Did Potter put you up for this?” You felt your stomach twist with guilt as you shamefully looked away from him. “I…I-I’m sorry. It was just something…something they wanted me to do because I lost this stupid game…”

“And pray tell what they wanted now?” Severus faces you with his nostrils flared in absolute anger, “Did they know that I would never hit a girl? Is that why they sent you to me, just so that you could freely torture me and get away with it?!”

You shake your head and place a gentle hand on his cheek, earning a wince from him. Seeing his features clearly now, you realize that Severus could have the potential to be incredibly handsome if he knew how to properly take care of himself.

His hair was oily as it fell beneath his chin, further hindering his sharp appearance as his pale skin were dotted with various amounts of acne and acne scars. Your hands linger a bit on his damp cheek before sliding down to his lips, “Forgive me, Severus. Just let me do this one thing, as an apology and a wish for you to finally have some form of happiness in your life.”

Without another word, you close your eyes and lean in closer to him.


The Marauders had been keeping an eye on [Name] during her whole interaction with Snape, with Peter and James being the most vocal about it.

Remus could sense that something was amiss with Sirius when [Name] began touching Severus’s face. Being the only one who knew the truth behind Sirius’ bet with [Name], Remus gives his friend a nervous nudge, “Sirius, you have to stop [Name]. If you don’t want to lose her, you’ve got to act now and tell her the truth.”

Even though Remus had warned him, Sirius was much too prideful to stop himself from making that stupid bet with [Name]. All the girls he had dated and snogged had all been a ruse; all he wanted was to get that damn girl to finally look at him and see him as someone that was worthy of her love.

He just wanted to make her jealous; he didn’t think she would despise his lame attempts at making her jealous and take the words of his bet to heart.

So when Sirius saw the young girl he’s been pining for since first year lean even closer to Severus, he ignores his group of friends and begins striding toward her.

He’d be damned if he let Snape take away the girl who held his heart.


“You- what do you think you’re doing?!”

Your lips had just barely touched Severus when you were suddenly ripped away from him. With your head spinning, you were aware of how your back was suddenly pressed against a broad chest, making you look up in response. Finally seeing the person who held you, you gasp, realizing that Sirius was glaring down at Severus, “Sorry, looks like you’re out of luck. Find some other girl to snog, this princess is mine.”

“H-HEY! SINCE WHEN WAS I YOUR PRINCESS?! AND PUT ME DOWN!” Both boys ignore your outburst, and you heard Severus scoff before picking up his own books, “Fine. Take that wretched wench out of my sights and back to the hellhole that she came from.”

“OI, APOLOGIZE TO [NAME] THIS INSTANT!” You stop Sirius from lunging at Severus, keeping a hand on his chest when you shoved him away from the table, “Leave him alone! This is all your fault to begin with!”

You purposely block Sirius each time he wanted to grab Severus, giving him no choice but to admit defeat when he slumps over in defeat. Only when the young Slytherin disappears from your sight do you finally step away from Sirius. “Why do you have to be such an arse?”

“And why do you have to be so goddamn oblivious?” Sirius pulls you to his chest, making you look deeply into his eyes for a brief second before he pulls you with him. “Come with me.”

“Y-You jerk! Let go of me! Where’s Melinda??? I swear if you don’t- ah!” When Sirius breaks out into a run, you stopped your complaints as you tried to keep up with him without falling over.

Sirius Black, what the ever loving FUCK?!


When he reaches the Gryffindor’s commons area, the young man had stopped so suddenly that [Name] ended up landing on his back. He feels her added weight and smiles down at her, “Feeling comfortable?”

She glares at him (making him fall for her fiery personality even more) before pushing her body off of his back, “Don’t get so cocky, it was because you stopped so suddenly! Now tell me, what happened between you and Melinda?”

He shrugs before admitting, “She’s just a friend. I made her act like we were lovers for the duration of the month. In return for her doing this for me, I would set her up with Lucius Malfoy.”

Sirius swore that he would never get tired of the angry blush that always painted [Name’s] skin whenever she was particularly frustrated with him. “Are you kidding me?! Then that means-“

Unable to control himself, Sirius pulls the girl even closer to him, capturing her unsuspecting lips in a sweet kiss. He hears her involuntarily moan against him, the sound making him smile when he pulls away from her, “I was afraid that you were never going to catch on, so I had to do something in order to get you to see me as someone that wasn’t just a brother to you.”

[Name’s] eyes seemed to have a hazy (yet dreamlike) quality to them, making Sirius want to kiss her even more when he softly admits, “I adore how you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, that’s why I want you to belong to no one else but me. So what do you say?”

She closes her eyes as a wide smile paints her features. Stepping closer to him, [Name] wraps her arms around his back before placing a kiss against his chest, “You do know that this goes both ways, right? I’ll be yours, only under the condition that I be the only woman in your life from this point on.”

Sirius chuckles and frames her face with his hands, leaning in to kiss her forehead before reassuring her, “But of course. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, for your love is to die for.”


Originally posted by nellaey

The Inner Monologue of Captain America

Steve’s POV
Words: 574
Warnings: nervous Steve, sarcasm

I walk into her office, hoping I look cooler than I feel. Why is it so hot in here? Her eyes meet mine over the computer screen, her hair falls across her face and she raises her hand to sweep it back behind her ear. I love that movement, it’s one of my favorites thus far. I want to get my hands into her hair and feel the silky strands slip through my fingers. But I didn’t come here for hair, I have important business with her today. Very important indeed. Real business. But looking into her eyes, I get a little lost and forget what I came to say.

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?” She spoke. I should answer. I clear my throat. I sound like an old man, ugh.

“Um, yes, Y/N. I need those files Fury asked for yesterday. He’s ready to review with the rest of the team.”

“Certainly, Captain Rogers, I have them right here for you.” She hands me the folders and I let my fingers brush gently against hers. Gently? Lightning bolts were more gentle than that. I need to be careful with her, I don’t want to hurt her before I get more than 22 words out. But does “um” count as a word? Probably not. Brilliant, Rogers. So articulate. Blow her away why don’tcha?

“Thank you very much, Y/N. We appreciate all you do for the team.” Really Steve? Bucky would be kicking me at this point. Ask her. Just ask her out. It’s not that difficult, just open your mouth and speak. Remember how Bucky used to be so smooth, you can do it!

“Of course, Captain. I’m happy to help any way that I can. Let me know if the team needs anything else.” She’s smiling. It’s amazing! The most beautiful lips spread across her amazing face, her hand going back to up to push her hair out of the way. Why did she do that? Why doesn’t she just pin it back? No! Leave it down, let the movement happen! I clear my throat again.

“Was there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“Call me Steve?” Weak, Steve, weak.

“Okay, Steve.” The smile again. I’m in trouble. My heart is pounding in my chest. Super Soldier style. Can she hear it from there?

“Steve? Are you okay?” She looks concerned. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen hold concern for me. Shit. I’m still staring at her. And am I actually sweating? This was just embarrassing.

“Listen, Capt- Steve, would you be interested in getting a cup of coffee after your meeting today?” She asked me for coffee! She asked because I forgot how to form words.

“Yes.” She jumped. Too loud Rogers, don’t yell! “Um, yes, Y/N, that would be nice.” Oh my god. Coffee. I hope I remember how to drink and not make an even bigger fool of myself.

“Great! Why don’t you just come find me here whenever you are ready to go?” She even had a plan. She was wonderful!

“Okay, sure! See you in a while!”

Turn and leave now, Steve. Be careful to not knock anything off of her desk because I’m a spaz apparently. Shit. There’s Bucky. He saw it all. Aaaaand he’s laughing.Yep. No way around it. I’m going to have to kill him. It’s a shame. I used to like that guy.

Taglist: @writingwithadinosaur

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2128

Request/Summary: It’s your turn to show the bullies from high school you were successful in the love department, but there was a mild problem, you were single. (Fake Dating AU)

Warnings: angsttttt, cussing, should be it

Tagging: @serkewen12 @ariadne1004 @merrahonthawall @bethbat @deltablue202 @blueco16 @alienxsara @bad-hatter @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @gonnamurderyou

A/N- Finally got it done! This is the last part of the Restraint series! I hope you like it. Special thanks to @angry-and-yandere for helping me out.

Masterlist | Ask Box | Restraint | Stupidity | Infatuation | Fantasy

“Hey yo Diggs, is there any chance you could come to a dinner thing with me? Somehow my mom figured out we were ‘together’ and wanted me to bring you…”

“Ye-” Stupid. Daveed remembered. Stupid. He went silent,

“Daveed?” You asked after a few moments of quiet.

“You know what, sorry Y/N, I can’t.” He held his breath, “Sorry.”

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softly weep//
People please admire Jude’s art with me I’m dying, I can’t believe how gorgeous
Look at Dagmar’s mascles, Look at her beautiful eyebrows and nose and lips and eyes, and ugh these gorgeous colors

In Your Head - Part 2

Jughead Jones x Reader 

Reader: Y/N 

Brother: Y/B/N

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

The final bell rang of the day. You closed your locker and made your way outside. You had several minutes until your bus left. That was the plus side of a small town, there was only 3 of them. You waited for when Jughead would meet you goodbye, until *SLAM*! Your bag and books went flying with some loose paper tossed along with it. You looked up to some laughter coming from Reggie and Chuck and you glared back. Chuck gave you a long stare looking you up and down until you looked away. You counted back from 10 in your head, focused on grabbing your stuff while gently saying out loud “breathe, just breathe”. 

You heard a fast pace of shoes behind you, “you okay”?!?! Jughead grabbed the rest of your stuff before looking up to see that Reggie and Chuck were walking away still laughing. 

He stood up with determination and you grabbed his arm looking up at him “always”. 

“They shouldn’t do that to you, let alone anyone else…” his glare was still on the two teenagers. 

You grasped his hand, “Hey, Pops later”? You eyed him with a reassuring nod. 

“Okay”, he huffed some air before grasping the bottom of your jaw, pulling you in with your hand and giving you a long kiss. It was a rather change of pace than the typical PDA at school, as neither of you were too into shoving it in anyone’s face. His lips felt soft, and were kissing you with purpose. His embrace felt secure and you had never felt safer.  

“Geez, let her breathe!” Kevin spoke up. You looked at Jughead gleefully as he released your lips, “I got to go and meet Y/B/N. See you tonight?” While you weren’t always 100 percent you could, you asked anyway. 

“Yeah. Betty, Kevin and I are going to go through the “murder board” again”. 

“My dad likes to tell me things he probably shouldn’t about the case”. Kevin seemed happy about that though. 

“Alright, I’ll message you later”. You waved your hand to Kevin and gave a quick peck to Jughead before making it to your bus while looking back to give another smile behind you. 

You sat in your usual spot looking out into the parking lot of the school, seeing Chuck and Reggie get into a car together. Your body tensed up, repeating again “breathe, just breathe”. You got out your novel, and began to read. Trying to escape out of the current world you were in, even if for 15 minutes.

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You looked up from your book after about half a chapter and got off 2 stops before your usual block. You had made it to the middle school about 3 minutes until their bell rang. Still walking with your nose in your book, you stopped to lean against the wall next to the bike rack. Their bell, while higher pitched than the tone you have grown accustomed to at your own school, rang. 

A few moments later, you were greeted by Y/B/N and slowly started to walk together. You cornered the page on the sentence you finished and looked to him, “So how was the presentation”? 

“Good, I forgot a part of it but was able to make a joke about it. Teacher gave me a B”. He adjusted the poster with Aristotle’s picture on it. 

“Ah, 7th grade….you were a simpler time…” you gave a slight smirk pertaining to the sardonic tone in your voice. 

“Yeah yeah….but thanks for helping me with it”. 

“Yeah sure Bud. Whenever you need it. So, I made plans tonight, you think everything will be okay so I can meet up with everyone”? Your voice got a little more stern. 

“Yeah, I mean she is usually better when Dad is out of town. You should be fine”. You nodded. It had been a while since an incident, actually since about your birthday that June. 

“I think it helped that you grew like a weed over the summer…” you started to joke with your hands of how short you were now compared to that of Y/B/N. You made it to the outside your house and entered as usual through the garage. You made sure your stuff was away and that your brothers poster was put in the shed with the other school things. You came back in the house, and said hi to your mother gently. She ignored the greeting. You chalked up the courage into talking about going to Pops tonight. 

She slightly grunted, “homework”? 

“Not much. I was going to take some of it with me and then finish the rest of my math when I got back”. You tried to say as surely as you could before talking a deep breath. “Um, I got invited to Veronica’s house and Betty was going to be there too”. You knew your mother wouldn’t approve of a party, let along a large one at the likes of Cheryl’s house. So you refrained from fully lying but rather decided to keep her only aware of where you would be staying. 

“When?” Your mother didn’t look up while stirring her cream into her coffee.

“Tomorrow night. I’m meeting Betty at her house so there won’t be a problem driving me”. You glared down at your feet. 

“Fine, but I’m not picking you up either”. She went back to the TV and plopped down sipping her coffee. You made sure you were out of sight before you smiled. 

You went to the kitchen to make something for Y/B/N before grabbing towels to go into the laundry. You grabbed some homework out of your bag, glanced at yourself in the mirror by the door and were on your way. Before leaving the outer area of the house, you texted Y/B/N, “there’s food in the fridge for ya”. You looked up to Y/B/N’s window and he gave a slight wave from his room. 

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You grabbed your book back out and began your walk. The plus side of this town, versus the last one, was that you could walk to anywhere important pretty quick. You had the diner in your view, as well as a familiar car out front. You gently, breathed before looking up to seeing both Betty and Jughead in the window. He looked up from his laptop and gently smiled at you. You went through the door - another bell dinged. 

You were greeted by Pop who asked what you wanted. 

“Just a strawberry shake, thanks”. You weren’t really hungry. You gave a quick smile before hearing a familiar voice talking with Cheryl behind you. You deemed your focus on Jughead and slid into the booth next to him. 

“Hey”, he squeezed your knee slightly while giving you a peck on your cheek before grabbing a fry from his plate. Luckily, it seemed Cheryl and Chuck were done with Pops and started to leave. You could at least have all of your focus on the beanie capped boy next to you. You heard the ding again and looked up to see Chuck give a slight stare again before Betty had sat back down with her burger in hand and giving you your shake. 

“Ugh, I loathe that man”, Betty rolled her eyes. 

“A common feeling we share”, you looked at your shake while Betty gave a slight questionable look. At that point you had all started to talk about your day with the Blue and Gold included. Once again, it was a nice feeling to have friends. 

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 *heavy breathe* 

You stumbled over a rock, looking down at your ripped and wrinkled dress. You were cold and lost your cardigan somewhere but weren’t going to give a chance going back there. You wiped the tears from your face just trying to focus on your walk home. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking and not just because you were cold. Looking down, you hadn’t realized your tears hadn’t stopped yet. You heard a car and scurried into the side of a tree, making sure no one saw you. You tripped and your bare feet hit something. You hid before trying to make yourself stop crying again. You hear a horn….


You woke straight up again but along with a cold sweat, this time you had some tears running down your face. You swiped the alarm off your phone, and tried to focus on your day once again.

Like Im guessing Star just went into her room and cried omg but like…..what if Janna broke in through her window.

Star gasps and shes like “Who’s there?!?”
“Hey Star. Want a banana popsicle?” Star is so confused but she takes it anyway. “I didn’t wanna eat two. It was a twin”
“So you broke in?” Star licked the popsicle, but it just tasted really salty because of her tears. Her face was hot, so it actually helped her cool down.

“You’re asking that like I don’t normally break into people’s houses.” Janna laughed, but then heard Star sniffle. “Are you crying?!”

“I…..Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine!”

“Ugh. If it’s about Marco, you can do better. You’re like, super pretty. Except…your makeup is getting smudged right now. Here,” she licked her thumbs and wiped the smudged makeup under Star’s eyes away.

“Thanks,” Star smiled at her before looking down again. “It just hurts. I don’t have anyone…”

“I know how that feels.” Janna laid down on the bed next to her with her elbows up, as it she was just talking about something cool. “I don’t even know my dad.”

“Really?” Star’s voice got quieter. “I’m so sorry…”

“Yeah, It’s no big deal though.” she fidgeted with her hat a little. “Uh…Hey, is that a CD player?”

“Um, yeah!” Star nodded, suddenly looking a little happier that the subject was changed. “Do you wanna listen to some music?”

“Yeah, I heard you bailed that concert that you paid for everyone to go to. Yikes… Love Sentence is mad lame though. Listen to this sweet baby.” she popped a heavy metal CD into the player.

Star and Janna jammed ALL NIGHT dude


Summary: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since childhood, but when they enter middle school, Y/N joins the popular crowd and leaves Peter behind.

AN: this may become a series lol

Peter Parker x Reader

Send in prompts from this list! // Masterlist

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a tree. I peeked from the side to see if he was following me and saw no one. He was right behind me. I thought. I faced back and waited for Peter to call out for me. I went to peek behind me again. Nothing. I turned back and -


“Ah!” I let out a high pitched scream. Peter Parker was hanging upside down from a low branch and laughing his brains out. “Peter! That wasn’t funny!” I crossed my arms.

Peter swung down from the tree. “Oh, come on Y/N. You have to admit that was pretty funny.” He gave me a grin, showing off the loss of his two front teeth.

“For you.” I said, still pouting. I turned around and walked away from Peter. 

“Hey! Y/N! Wait!” Peter yelled out. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He stood in front of me. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He looked down at his shoes.

“Okay!” He looked up and I gave him an equally toothless grin. “Let’s go play another game! I’m thinking…tag! TAG YOU’RE IT!” I tapped his shoulder and ran off, laughing. 

“I’m gonna get ya Y/N!” 

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Diamonds and pearls

Guys, I just can’t help myself. I have time on my hands and inspiration hit me! Bear with me! 

This one is another smut piece, so you’ve been warned! And now, enjoy!

She was starting to feel bored, looking on as just another artist was receiving an award on stage.

Her Elie Saab dress was beautiful but also kinda heavy and the diamonds around her slim wrist felt cold and weird and unfamiliar. Being a sneaker-kind-of-girl, she just wanted to kick off her stilettos and run around barefoot but this wasn’t the location to do that so she just shook her foot and sighed.
Shawn was sitting right next to her, looking irresistible in his black, fitted suit.

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request// “could you maybe write some smut about tyler? something with him and the reader having sexual tension and both being shy about it for a while until one day tyler just snaps and has passionate, slightly rough sex with her, including dirty talk”

(a/n) AH IM IN LOVE W TYLER AND JOSH ATM SO IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS. imma put this in school because why the hell not you know what im sayin? & sorry about it taking so long to get to the frustration, i didnt know where to start. & sorry if it wasnt as much as usual. its exam week so ive been studying and also, sorry about switching POVs so much. i just wanted to show the sexual frustration of both of them.

I saw him almost every day on my way to fourth hour for the first semester. Even in the most crammed hallways we never seem to fail to find each other. I always blush and tuck my head down. His smile always sent weird shivers down my spine.

I take a deep breathe as I enter my new piano class; it’s fairly big with a grand piano in the front of the class; the floors were carpet instead of tile. Immediately, my eyes set upon the mysterious boy from the halls. I freeze in my tracks as his face lifts up from his lap to make eye contact with me. We both kind of half-smile and quickly turn our heads away. I take the seat two down from the boy. I notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and black gym shorts. He leans against his elbow, slightly flexing his biceps.

His head tilts my direction and notices me staring. Embarrassed, I whip my head to face my desk. I bite down on my tongue. Who is he?



Who is she? Her Y/HC hair falling perfectly to frame her face. Her full hips sway ever so slightly, driving me crazy. The way she smiles at me in the hall then trying to hide her cheeks to keep me from seeing her blush. I’m always late to my fourth hour just so I could see her. She was stunning.

I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. It’s her. We both seem to freeze in time for the quickest second. She’s wearing baggy joggers and a band tee. She smirks at me and I try to mimic but fail completely, then turning my head back to my thumbs. I follow her out of the corner of my eye, heart racing as she picks the seat two down from me. My thumb starts twitching like usual. I can feel her eyes peering at me so I shift my head to meet her eyes. She whips her head back to her desk but I keep staring, scanning of what I can see of her face.

“Welcome class. My name is …” I tune the teacher out and peer one last time over to her. Not paying attention to roll call, I zone back in just enough to answer to my own name.



The class finally ends with the chime of the bell. I hear the teacher yell about getting a permission slip. I swiftly walk out of the room before anything more awkward could happen and I try my best to swerve through the maze of people to get to my calculus class on time.



I slug into the classroom, make eye contact with Mystery Boy and the proceed to my desk. Slumping into my seat I let my head fall into my arms.

I got absolutely no sleep last night. I looked and felt like shit. Mystery Boy is probably appalled by me at the moment but I didn’t care. My eyes start to feel heavy as I slip into a dream.


“Ms. Y/N, so nice of you to join us.” A bellowing voice pulls me from my deep thoughts.

I lift my head to see a tall figure hovering above me. My head lifts from my arms as my eyes try to adjust to the bright lights. I can feel thousands of beady eyes on me. I look around to see everyone staring at me, but it’s not until I see Mystery Boy that my cheeks start to flush.

“I think you’ll have enough time to sleep during detention since you’re too tired to pay attention in class.” The teacher said walking back to his desk.

Crap. This can’t happen. I try to hide my face the best I could behind my hair but I can still feel the judgmental eyes.

Suddenly, I hear a shifting somewhere to the left. I turn my head to see Mystery Boy standing next to his desk. Before I could register what’s going on, Mystery Boy crumbles a piece of paper and chucks it across the room at the teacher. A very confused class looks back at him.

“And what was the point of that, Tyler?” The teacher bellows; his face turning bright red.

Tyler shrugged, his hand twitching slightly.

“I will expect you to join Ms. Y/N in detention tonight then.” The teacher hisses. “Now, is there anyone else that would like to stand up and rebel?”

Everyone’s expression is glued on the teacher but mine is set on Mystery Boy. Did he do that just to because of me? What was the point of that?


The end of the day creeps up faster than I thought. The final bell rings and the class flushes out of the classroom, scattering to get to their busses. Dreading having to fight against the wave of students, my legs carry me towards the music room. When I finally escape the stampede, I pause to catch my breath.

“Oh, Ms. Y/N. So nice of you to join us.” The teacher smiles sarcastically. I beam a smile trying my best to look sincere but soon falls flat.

My head turns to see Mystery Boy already here. Tyler. That’s his name.

I smile as I take my seat, thinking of how cute the name was.

“I don’t know if either of you has been in here before but there are no phones or any electronics of any kind. I don’t care what you do as long as it’s not on your phones.” The teacher says.

I pull out my calculus binder and start to work on my homework. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tyler writing on a blank piece of paper. I couldn’t make out the words but the format resembled poetry.

After a while, another teacher walks into the classroom and mumbles something to our teacher. He nods to the woman and turns to us. “I have to step out for a few minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.” He casually exits the classroom and the class is filled with silence once more – only breaking at the sound of the ticking clock.

Tyler’s hand starts to lightly tap the corner of his desk. I close my eyes and imagine them running up my body. Stop. I don’t even know him. The thought shakes out of my mind and I pull myself back to my homework.

Tyler starts mumbling words under his breath. It was the first time I heard anything come out of his mouth.

My mind trails off to picture his low voice growling commands into my ear. I bite down on my lip as my stomach begins to turn. Ugh. Why am I doing this? I haven’t even had sex yet. But I couldn’t help it. I longed for the feeling of his chest pressed against mine. Was it because I found him so mysterious? Would that feeling go away if we get to know each other?

I try to shake these thoughts and focus on my homework.



Deep within thought, I start mumbling song lyrics I had just written down. Trying to see how the sounded out loud but low enough to hopefully not disturb Y/N.

My head tilts slightly toward her to get a better look. Her eyes gaze at the floor in front of her. Suddenly, her teeth clasp down on her bottom lip. I can only imagine her soft lips pressed against mine. I want to feel her body, every curve and edge.

A bulge starts to grow in my crotch. I start to panic, searching for a book nearby to hide it. I quickly stand up to grab a thick textbook off the shelf and hurry back to my desk. Once seated, I carefully cover my lap with the book, trying not to call attention to myself; not once looking over at Y/N. I felt too it would make thing even more awkward.



As I finish my homework I notice that Tyler has gotten up and gone to the bookshelf. My eyes follow him as he grabs a textbook and quickly makes his way back to his seat, hanging his head low. As he slips into his chair, he slides the textbook between the desk and his lap. Confused I look up at his face. Tyler stares straight in front of him with a panicked expression. I suddenly realize that he had an erection. I blush and turn my face back to my desktop, smiling to myself.

God, I wanted to help with it; just get down on my knees and make him happy.

The teacher comes back in, pulling me from my thoughts and disrupting the vibe.

“The room seems intact. That’s good. Tyler, why is a textbook in your lap?”

Tyler’s face burns red. “Uhh,” he stutters. “I was just reading.”

The teacher shakes his head and returns to his desk.



I nervously creep into the music room. Today we have to perform our first song. I’ve been practicing all week but I can’t seem to hit the right notes.

The class scurries to their seats as the bell rings.

“Ok class. Today, you will be demonstrating how much you’ve learned by playing your selected song.”

My heart races as my stomach turns. I could throw up. Staring at my hands, I think about all the things that could go wrong: my fingers slip and I hit all the wrong keys, my sheet falls and I can’t read the music, I get up there to just freeze in my place.

“Y/N.” The teacher says, pulling me from my thoughts.


“You’re next.”

I panic but force myself to slip my music sheet out of my backpack and make my way the front of my class. I lower my butt onto the hard stool. My back straightens and my hands lightly place themselves on the white keys. I take a deep breathe and push the first note. After, my fingers just seem to play by themselves. By the end of the song my heart was racing out of my chest. I had played a couple wrong notes but overall I was proud. I looked up at the teacher.

“Well done.” He smiles and I walk back over to my seat beaming a smile.

I didn’t really pay attention to anybody else’s song until the teacher called Tyler’s name. He shyly walks up to the piano, setting down his sheet music. He sits on the hard oak stool and hovers his fingers over the white and black board. The moment his fingers touch the board it’s like a melody all on its own. He plays chords that we haven’t even been taught yet. Everyone’s jaw drops. I’m absolutely amazed. He plays a perfect song. The whole class claps for him and he smiles.

“Holy shit.” “Is he even supposed to be in this class?” “I bet he’s been playing for his whole life.” Whispers fill the room as Tyler takes his seat. I’m still starstruck.

The final bell rings and the class swarms around Tyler, praising him. Once done, quickly scattering through the door. I struggle to get my stuff in my bag so I start to leave a little later than the crowd. As I slip on my backpack on, a voice behind me turns me on my heel.

“Uh hey.” My head turns around to see Tyler standing there, slightly looking down at me. His smile melting my heart.

“Uh, hi.” I smile back.

“You uh, did really good today.” He fidgets with his hands.

I blush. “Oh, thanks but I didn’t do half as well as you.”

Tyler smiles, crinkling his eyes a bit.

“I suck at piano,” I say as I slowly start to walk towards the door. He catches up.

“Well, if you ever need help, you can come over and I could tutor you.” He explains.His eyes read anticipation.

“Yeah. I’m available after school today. Text me your address?” I ask smiling and taking my phone out.

We swap contact info and finally make our way out the door.

“What class do you have next?” Tyler asks.

“French with Mrs. Wilson.” I roll my eyes. I suck at French. But since I didn’t know what else to take, I just chose that.

“She’s in hallway three right?”

“Yeah.” I laugh.

“I have English just down the hall.” He smiles.

We walk the rest of the way talking about what we do in our free time and what music we listen to. I find out that we both listen to more alternative music and we laugh about how weird our teacher is.

We wave goodbye as I turn into my French class. I can’t help but smile as I walk to my seat. He’s even friendlier than I thought. And I also got really good band recommendations.

My thoughts trail off to imagine what tonight would be like:

Tyler sitting really close, our hips pressed against one another. He shows me how to play a chord but when I do it, it fails and he has to guide my fingers with his own. Our eyes connect and we slowly lean in for a kiss, heating up quickly as his hand slide slowly up my thigh…


The final bell rings and I practically skip out the door. Looking down at my phone I see a text from Tyler giving his address. I reply explaining that I have to drop a few things over at my house before and that I’ll be over about 3:30.

I finally get to my car and throw my backpack in the passenger seat. I plug my phone into the aux cord and start blasting my music, losing myself in the guitar riffs and drum beats.

When I finally get home I race up the stairs into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I scream in excitement. Rushing to my drawer, I pick out my special underwear set: a black laced bra with blacked laced panties. I throw my clothes off to switch my underwear, checking myself afterward. My mind wanders to see Tyler’s bare body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall as my nails dig into his back. The excitement rises in my stomach. I’m probably just getting my hopes up, though.

I slip into my good pair of jeans that highlight my thighs and put on a baggy sweater. Throwing my hair into a loose ponytail and I rush into my bathroom to grab my favorite perfume. I spray it on my neck, belly, legs and both my wrists.

I check my clock coming out of the bathroom. 3:15. I better start leaving. I pack all the things I need into my backpack and click the address he sent me. I then text Tyler that I’m on my way. He texts back a smiley face.


I pull into his driveway and notice that there aren’t any cars parked. I shut and lock my car doors, throwing my keys back into my backpack. Before I could knock on the door it swings open, revealing a very happy Tyler. I smile back at him as he welcomes me in.

“Oh, you can take your shoes off right there.” He points to the single pair of shoes laying on the floor by the entry.

“Your parents aren’t home?” I question.

“No, they’re out of town for something for my dad’s job.” He replied leading me into the living room. Shoving his hands into his jean pockets he turns around and gestures to the fairly sized room.

It looked like an ordinary living room–just with a huge piano in the middle of it. He invites me to sit down and I accept.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks pointing to the kitchen.

“I could go for a water.”

Tyler smiles and strolls into the kitchen, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. He tosses one to me. I fumble and eventually drop it. I laugh nervously. I get up to get it. I try my best to slowly bend down without seeming too obvious about it. I smile to myself as I see Tyler’s eye wander off to my ass. I then gracefully pick up the bottle and take back my seat.



As I grabbed the water from the fridge I can’t help but imagine her tight jeans on the floor and her shirt stripped off of her.

“Head’s up.” I toss the water at her and she drops it. Before I could walk over to get it, she was already bending down. Oh God. I couldn’t help but stare. Her butt perfectly shaped in those jeans drove me crazy. She takes her seat giving an innocent look, making me want her even more.

“Well, uh, are you ready?” I asked snapping out, taking the empty spot next to her.

“Oh. Yeah.” She replied reaching into her backpack to pull out her sheet music.

“‘A Little Night Music’ by Mozart - Level A” The title reads. I look over the notes and finger the chords in my head.

“Why don’t you start playing?” I ask.

Y/N nods and starts playing. Her fingers lightly press on the keys. After a couple wrong notes, she grows frustrated and quits.

“This is impossible.” She blurts. Her fingernails pull the black hair tie out of her hair, letting her Y/HC fall to her shoulders. All I wanted was to bunch it in my hand and pull her body to mine.

Her eyes connect with mine, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Hey, why don’t we take this one measure at a time?” I suggest.

Y/N takes a deep breath and nods her head. She starts to play the first measure of the sheet pretty well. Only hitting one wrong note.

“That was good. Now, you see how it says ¾? That means that for every measure, there are three beats.” She nods. “Here, to keep time I’ll clap.” I go on to explain more music rules. “Let’s take it slow.”

She starts to play the notes within the first measure very slowly. As we go on, we move onto the rest of the measures, slowly putting it all together until she finally plays the whole song flawlessly. At this point I’m not even watching her fingers; I’m studying the contours of her face. She looks up at me and beams a gorgeous smile. I smile back.

“Uh, do you think I could try something harder?” Y/N asks

“Uh, yeah sure.” I stutter.

She reaches into her backpack to grab another music sheet. “Uh, where’s your restroom?” She asks.

“Um, down the hall, second door on the left.” I point towards our hallway.

As she gets up, her hips sway gracefully. My body feels weak imagining her perfectly sculpted butt pressed against my naked lap, slowly massaging my cock.

As soon as she’s out of sight my fingers run through my hair. My head hangs as my elbows rest on the board above the keys. I seriously can’t take this anymore.

I stand up and walk towards the hallway, determined to make her mine. I start to pace in front of the bathroom door, growing more and more nervous by the second.

Suddenly, the door opens. “Hey, your shell soaps are so cu-” I cut her off.

Lunging into a kiss, my hands cup her face, bringing her even closer and my other hand presses her body to mine. My steps forcing her against the wall as I take a hand off her cheek to shove the door closed then tangling my finger in her hair.



I laugh as I place the tiny shell soap back onto the counter. My hand turns the knob.

“Hey, your shell soaps are so cu-” I’m cut off by a blur lunging into me. His hand cups my face to keep me from jerking my head back and his other hand presses my lower body against his.

Tyler’s hungry lips passionately kiss mine until I finally catch up to his speed. He slams me against the wall. I can’t help but moan against his lips. Tyler lightly grips my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back while looking deep into his eyes. He trails his kisses down my cheek, over my jawline and to my neck. Tyler bites and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving small purple circles. I stretch my neck to give him more access.

I can see the reflection of Tyler’s back pinning me to wall in the mirror. My nails dig down Tyler’s back and he moans into my collar bone. He kisses back up to my lips. His hands trail down to my ass and squeeze the cheeks harshly.

“Jump.” He whispers. And I do, wrapping my legs around his waist as he supports my butt with his hands. My arms wrap around his neck bringing him into a deep kiss. Tyler turns around to set me on the counter. He hungrily kisses my lips.

I break away. “Can we go somewhere a bit more … comfortable?” I ask innocently.

Tyler smiles and helps me down from the counter. Opening the door, he holds my hand and leads me up the stairs. He spins me around and shoves me onto his bedroom door. His hand fumbles with the knob before it swings open behind me. I stumble backward, catching my balance while Tyler shuts the door behind him.

Before I could register where I was, Tyler crashes back into my body, forcing me to stumble back and fall onto the bed. His body grinds down into mine.

“Jesus, Y/N. I want you so bad.” He growls between kisses.

Moaning, I reply, “Oh, Tyler. I want you too.”

His hands move up from my hips and slip under my shirt. He wraps his hands around my body and sits my up on the bed. Tyler lifts my shirt above my head and throws it across his room.

I giggle as he pushes me back onto the bed. He eats at my neck as my fingers play with the hem of his shirt. He straddles my waist as he grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body. My hands start to wander up his bare body. His eyes look down at me with lust.

His head dips down to mine and Tyler continues to eat at my neck before trailing down my body. He cups my breasts into his hands.

My head sets back into pillows. I start to breathe heavily under his touch. Tyler’s lips grazed paced my breasts and make their way down my bare stomach. His hands run down the sides of my body stopping at the hem of my jeans.

“You know, you looked amazing in these.” He said looking up at me. “But they would look better on my floor.”

I bite down on my lip. Tyler grunts under his breath.

His hand slowly unbuttons my jeans. Tyler hooks his fingers in my belt loop and shakes it off my body. His hands run up my inner thighs & start to peel off my black panties.

He smirks. Tyler wraps his arm around one my legs, hoisting it on his shoulder. He kisses up my thigh, slowing down right before my entrance.

My hips roll in frustration, begging for his lips. He trails his thumb down and between my folds, lowering his face to my clit. Tyler slowly moves the tip of his tongue over it. My fingers grasp the white sheets and my head sets farther back in the pillows.

“Wow Y/N. You’re so wet.” Tyler hums.

He easily slides his middle finger into me and curls in between slow thrusts. My nails graze the back of his head as he speeds up his tongue around my clit. Including his ring finger, Tyler starts to pump faster.

A knotted feeling rises deep in my stomach.

“T-tyler, I’m g-gonna cum.” I stutter. A cooling wave stretches through my entire body. The feeling stalls for a quick second before exploding as I release myself on his fingers. My back arcs and I grip the sheets even tighter.

Tyler slows his tongue down and slowly slides his fingers out of me. Staring up at the ceiling, I try to catch my breath.

Tyler gently takes my hands and helps me sit up on the edge of the bed with Tyler standing above me. Guiding my fingers down his chest, our lips connect and passionately play with each other. My hands make it to the hem of his black jeans and I mess around with the buttons. As both of his hands wrap around my face, the world around me seems to disappear only leave me and Tyler.

I finally undo his pants and pull them down to his ankles and he steps out of them, not once breaking the kiss. My fingertips slip under the elastic of his boxers as Tyler tangles his fingers into my hair, lightly tugging. I smirk through the kiss and pull the elastic down. His hand wraps around my back to

He breaks from the kiss and whisper into my ear, “Lay down.”

I obey and lay myself back into the sheets. Tyler places his hands next to my head and slowly lowers his body to mine. He then shifts his weight against his right hand and knees, using his left hand to tease his hard cock against my entrance.

I stop him right before he puts his cock inside me. “Wait.” I place my hands on his chest. “I’ve never done this before,” I say nervously.

Tyler laughs as little; his scared expression softening. “It’s ok, I’ll go easy.” He sweetly kisses my lips. He pulls back. “Are you ready?”

I nod pursing my lips. He scoops down again to kiss me as he slowly slides his hard cock inside me. I whimper as his cock spreads the walls of my pussy.

Soon, the pain subsides and turns into pleasure - with every thrust the familiar knot feeling grows bigger.

Tyler’s kisses trail down my cheek to my neck, marking the opposite side of my neck. His hips start to grow faster and faster and my nails scratch down his back. His grunts filling my ears as he goes deeper.

“You’re, so, gorgeous.” He moaned between thrusts.

Both my heart and body felt amazing. The knot-feeling starts to reach its peak.

“T-Tyler, I-I’m gonna cum.” I dig my nails deeper into his skin, piercing the skin.

Tyler bucks his hips into mine, going the deepest he’s been. “M-Me too.” He places his lips on mine and releases in me. I joining him shortly after.

His body collapses next to mine and interwinds our fingers. His arm wraps around me, bringing me close. My arm sets down on his chest and my eyes flutter close.