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Not a Princess: A Descendants Imagine (Slight Jay X Reader)

Warnings: none :)

“Benjamin!” You shouted, having absolutely no idea where your best friend was.

You huffed out an annoyed sigh, your blond hair, like your mothers, lifting slightly off your face.

You stomped downstairs, uttering curses under your breath, and causing yourself to glow a bit red.

“(Y/N),” a voice chuckled behind you and you flew up into the air in fear. The voice erupted into laughter and you slowly lowered yourself to the ground.

“What have I told you!” You shouted but clapped a hand over your mouth as the only sound that came out was like bells. This caused Ben to laugh louder and you glowed a bright red.

“Alright, alright,” Ben conceded, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just showing our new students around.”

Your jaw dropped and you glared at Ben, smoothing out your hair and your light green dress as you noticed the 4 newcomers.

“This is (Y/N), daughter of Tinkerbell,” Ben introduced you and you nodded.

“I- uh- nice to meet you!” You chuckled nervously and your voice returned to normal.

“Hi, I’m Evie,” the girl with dark blue hair introduced herself, obviously the evil queens daughter. “This is Mal,” She pointed to Malificent’s daughter with violet hair. “Carlos,” she pointed to the smaller boy, Cruella d'evil’s son. “And this is-”

“I’m Jay,” the other boy stood up from leaning on the wall and smiled at you. You struggled not to stare. Good-looking was an understatement.

You shook your head. Pull yourself together girl! He was a VK.

You inched closer to Ben, looking small next to him.

“You should have warned me!” You hissed between your teeth. Ben let out a laugh and you rolled your eyes.

“Where were you anyways? I sent Audrey to go get you!” Ben sighed and you blushed a bright pink.


“You weren’t terrorizing Chad again were you?” Ben shook his head and you offered a shy smile.

“You really shouldn’t do that you know, you wonder why your not a princess.” Audrey chided and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Well I’m so sorry your highness! Since I’m not a Princess, I’ll just go and join the other maids then, right? Where my kind belong? Hmm. I’ll go and fly away to Neverland? Trust me, the lost boys are a whole lotta more fun than you and your rules!” The last part escalated to bells again and you had a bright red glow.

Audrey look mortified and Ben just looked a bit sad.

“(Y/N)!” Andy, Anna and Kristoff’s son, called and motioned for you to come over.

You let out a relieved sigh and hurried over to him, dwarfed in comparison next to his tall frame.

“Woah,” Jay breathed as he watched you go.

“Dude stop drooling,” Carlos elbowed him in the chest.

“You sure she’s not a villain?” Mal smirked at Ben and he laughed.

“No, she’s really soft deep down, she just has a mouth on her.” Ben smiled. “But if you ask Chad Charming- he’d tell you otherwise.”

Jay stared at the doorway you’d disappeared from. He just had to get to know you better.

(Bottom 2 pics found on Google)
Ocean Away (Miniminter x Reader)

Request:Hi! Do you think you could please write a Simon imagine where you’re dating long distance and so you guys always skype each other and Simon ends up falling asleep during the call? I thought it would be super cute, thanks love your blog btw =D

Originally posted by sdmn-af

(Y/n) lay huddled up in her bed with her laptop air playing onto her TV watching YouTube videos. She couldn’t really pinpoint when she got to the “weird” side of the site but it happened a lot earlier in the night than it usually did. It was only 1:42. Conspiracy theories and existential crisis causing videos were usually a 3 to 4am kind of thing.

As the video titled “∞²” started looping again, (y/n) browsed the suggested column looking for the next video for the night. She stopped briefly, seeing a video from her long distance boyfriend. It was miniminter’s recap of 2016. (Y/n) smiled.


Simon looked around his room blankly. He had been recording and editing since he woke up at 8 in the morning yesterday. It was 6 in the morning the next day and he still hadn’t slept. Simon’s vision was skewed and his eyes stung from a combination of exhaust and from staring at a screen for almost 22 hours straight.

A Skype notification took him out of his daze.

(Y/n): Hey! I know you’re probably asleep right now but I just wanted you to know that I love you so much and I don’t know what I would do without you :)

Simon yawned and took a sip of his water before pressing the video call button. (Y/n) answered almost immediately.

“Why are you awake? It’s, what… almost 7 in the morning there!” (Y/n) said.

“It’s great to talk to you too, (y/n).” Simon said smiling sleepily.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it is but you really need to sleep.”

“I know. I know. I’ve just been working nonstop. It’s just been a lot harder to make videos recently. Originality is so hard to reach these days. I just feel like I’ve exhausted every option.” Simon rest his chin in his hands. “And myself honestly.” His voice was slow and a little slurred.

“I understand that, but you know your subscribers love you so much and most would support you in whatever direction you choose for the channel. I look through tumblr and all the fan accounts and it’s amazing how supportive they are.”

“I know.”

“If you know that, why don’t you adjust to that?” (Y/n) said smiling. She got the sudden need to hug him or touch him or something. They’d been dating long distance ever since her semester abroad in England ended last year. Since then, (y/n) had graduated and gotten a payed internship for her local professional soccer team.

“Wait… what…?” Simon said struggling to keep his eyes open. “Oh! Yeah. I mean I would if I could. It’s more like a mental thing. Like… it’s my goal to always be better than I was before.” (Y/n) nodded. “But anyway… what have you been doing?”

“Tonight? I was just watching YouTube…” (Y/n) trailed off as she watched Simon’s head slide down his arm slowly. His eyes closed as his hand fell against the desk. He’d fallen asleep. “Simon?” (Y/n) called quietly. When he didn’t answer and the only noise he made was a slight snore, she smiled.

One of these days they weren’t going to be separated by an ocean. The only thing they would ever be separated by would be bed sheets.

Senior Discount


 Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader
 Could you please write an imagine for Steve and Bucky where you guys go out to eat and you tease them because seniors eat free and their seniors. Thank you so much and love your writings
Warnings: None
Notes: Hey guys, sorry I’ve been so shit with posting but hopefully things should be getting better. Anyway this is just a little imagine that I thought would be quite funny, enjoy!

“Steeeeeve…please.” You whined throwing your hands up in the air. “No Y/N, we have training, maybe after.” He grunted as he continued to beat on the punching bag. “Aww come on Steve, our best girl wants to eat lunch with us, we can miss training just this once.” Bucky chuckled, unwrapping his knuckles, already getting ready to ditch his training session. “Fine.” Steve finally relented, stopping his assault on the bag and unwrapping his knuckles as well. “Yay!” You exclaimed, doing a small victory dance at getting the boys to do what you wanted,  “I knew you couldn’t resist spending time with me.” You chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah yeah. Where’d you want to eat kid?” Steve chuckled shaking his head and ruffling your hair. “How about the Italian place down the road?’ Bucky interjected, throwing an arm around your shoulder and leading you out the door. “Sounds good.” You smiled pushing Bucky’s arm off of your shoulder and grabbing Steve’s hand to drag him along behind you.

 After the three of you were seated in a small booth in the corner a particular sign caught your attention and made you giggle. “What’s so funny?” Bucky asked nudging you in the arm. “Well it looks like our meal is going to be pretty cheap.” You giggled, a grin spreading from cheek to cheek. “What do you mean?” Steve said warily, taking a gulp of his water. “Well it seems that this place has a senior discount,” You laughed pointing at the sign and waiting for the two to catch on. “So…?” Bucky asked cocking an eyebrow. “How old are you Buck, 98 right?” You said with a wink, “And you Steve your only one year his junior, so you must be 97.” You said laughing at your own joke, watching as realisation hit them both. Steve just sighed and led his head on the table while Bucky just hid his face in his hands. “So you see looks like you guys are eating pretty cheaply.” You laughed at the soldiers exasperation.

Classroom 53

Can you do an imagine where you have a class together and your teacher sends you to do something inthe empty class next to you and something happens? - Anonymous

Imagine: As you strolled into the classroom, your prehistoric ancient history teacher (ironic, I know) pointed at you, ‘[y/n], I need you to do a favor for me.’ You opened your mouth up to protest but she continued, ‘my previous class ended up making quite the mess in the art classroom neighboring ours. Would you mind spending this class cleaning up in there? You may choose a friend to join you dear.’ You nodded slightly. Almost instantly, your best friend’s arm whipped up in the air. ‘I’ll go with [y/n] miss!’ The teacher actually laughed.

>’Sorry, but I’d prefer if it were someone who could actually afford to miss a lesson.’

>[y/f] frowned and slunk back into her seat. You gestured to her with your hands that you couldn’t help her.

>’Anyone else?’ your teacher called out.

>’I’ll help her,’ someone seated in the back answered confidently.

>You strained your neck to see who and, to your surprise, it was [y/c]. You’d never even properly spoken to this guy and he was offering to spend an entire hour in your company?

>The teacher nodded and smiled knowingly at him, ushering him to join you. You watched, transfixed, as [y/c] made his way to where you stood- avoiding numerous confused looks from your friend. He followed you to the empty classroom in silence, and you kept sneaking glances at his god-like figure. The art room was dark. And aside from several abandoned paintbrushes and scattered artworks, the room was reasonably tidy. You looked up at [y/c] with an eyebrow raised, and he simply shrugged in reply. ‘Let’s just get this cleaned up, and then we can head back,’ he decided. You stared at his beautiful mouth while he spoke, watching the words flow out so effortlessly. And that deep voice! It was smooth and velvety. And sexy. You uttered incoherently in agreement and set about washing the brushes. The pair of you stood side by side at the sink, rhythmically washing the paintbrushes under the tap. Every so often, [y/c]’s hand, or arm, or elbow would brush against you- sending tingles throughout your body. Could he feel it too? The once peaceful silence was growing deafening and you had finished cleaning. Clearly, [y/c] wasn’t in the mood to talk to you: he was acting strange.

>’Well, I’m gonna head back to class- thanks for your help [y/c],’ you called.

>As you walked towards the doorway, past where he was standing, you suddenly felt a fingertip on your leg. The feather light touch began at your inner ankle and was trailing up your leg at a tormentingly slow pace. [y/c]’s touch was spreading heat throughout your body, and the further his expert fingers trailed, the more your desire grew. His hand was under your skirt by now, and his eager fingers skimmed against your panties. This was getting heated- fast. You tensed. He leaned into your ear and whispered, ‘I love the way you say my name.’ Stepping forward, you attempted to regain your composure and turned around to face him. The smoldering look in [y/c]’s eyes was enough to make you crumble all over again. He looked hurt that you had left him, and stepped closer. You looked at him warily and he spoke in that rich voice that shook something deep within your bones. ‘[y/n] baby, let’s make our own art.’

>At his words, you succumbed to your raging desire for [y/c]. You let him lock the door and take you into his awaiting arms, showering your face with kisses. He carried you over to the nearest desk and carefully lowered your back down onto it. Climbing on top of you, he kissed your forehead. Then, working his way down your face, he trailed kisses past your nose, your lips, your chin, your neck, and worked his way down to your aching breasts. He unbuttoned the top of your school shirt, and your back arched in ecstasy upon his lips finding your sweet spot. He nibbled and sucked, while his hands reached under and up your shirt and began massaging your breasts. You were interrupted mid-moan by the sound of your school bell ringing. School. You had forgotten where you were entirely. [y/c] grinned at you, rather pleased with himself, and offered a hand to help you up from the desk.

>‘We’ll continue from where we left off tomorrow [y/n],’ he smirked as you redid your shirt buttons and hitched your skirt back down.

>You glanced at the present bulge in his trousers and smirked back at him. Reaching out and stroking it through his pants, you whispered ‘don’t miss me too much.’


As you slinked back past the history room on your way home, you glimpsed at the old teacher. She unexpectedly caught your eye and, ever so slyly, winked at you.  

flyboytracy  asked:

How does Virgil show anger?

Virgil isn’t easy to anger and we’ve never seen him have an angry outburst quite as we have seen with Scott. Virgil keeps his cool and usually is busy tempering Scott’s to be angry himself. The only time we’ve seen him really lose his temper was during Skyhook, when he’s undoubtedly already frustrated by TB2 being disabled. He gets a bit close in Breakdown too, getting frustrated at Dr. Peck and quite literally throwing his hands up n the air, but does walk away a moment to calm down.

BUT yes. Non-verbally…

WELL. Virgil… uh… frowns. And what a frown he has!

DAT FROWN. …As he stops Scott from being so angry to hit a guy. >.> lol

AND DAT FROWN at Fischler …who Virgil in the end just mutes. And smiles. All better. :D

…And… yeah. We’ve not really seen a lot of non-verbal angry out of Virgil. He folds his arms looking a bit hmph-y in Skyhook… and that’s really all I can think of.

I really feel like if Virgil really does get angry and it sticks around… he feels more like a brooder to me. He chews on it himself till it passes… maybe releasing it through piano or working on TB2 or something. I don’t feel like he takes it out on others–or at least tries not to and I just can’t see it going anywhere much beyond verbal anger. Virgil’s always acted in a pretty pacifist way since day 1, with his disbelief someone would purposefully cause an earthquake. And I’ve pointed this out before but…

^^^^^^^^ That body language says everything, really.

In same episode, when he holds out his hand for a handshake and gets snubbed, even then he’s like. …Oh well. :) His expression and body language is even just very. Whatevs. XD

There isn’t any annoyance even. lmao

Chain of Command… Scott is so (rightfully) angry that ep, and there’s Virg just.. 

“We can’t.” SO soft and he’s just not angry. Voice of REASON.

Impact! Scott is SEETHING and Virgil’s just like. =_=; Exasperated.

High Strung… Scott’s like ARGH at the start and Virgil’s just kinda amused.

And GOSH. RECHARGE. Virgil should be furious at Scott for zooming off and crashing the POD, but he just follows along and then catches up and opens the hatch and is all so can we do this my way now?

Gosh, this boy. You’re such a patient, good natured, sweetheart, Virgil. Don’t you ever change on me.

…I might’ve gotten a bit… or maybe a lot off topic a bit. BUT ANYHOO. >.>

“Just let that sink in” Thomas Sangster imagine

Request: I was wondering if you’d do a Thomas Brodie-Sangster imagine where Y/N turns up the air conditioning to make it cold and cuddle with him, even though they’re best friends and share a dorm/house. One day he asks her about it and she won’t tell him how she feels, so he tells her and fluff? Thanks :)

Warning: cuteness overdose?

A/N: I really really liked the request and enjoyed writing this story, so I hope the readers will enjoy it as well:)

“Dear diary. I am seriously considering the possibility of having secret ambitions of an evil genius. I have the most faultless plan ever. I’m actually going to reward myself with a cookie for coming across this kind of a brilliant idea.  

Thomas is going to be home at 7:45 PM which gives me about 3 hours alone in our room. Just the perfect amount of time for the little crime I planned.

I’m going to turn on the air conditioning.

A question arises.

Who on earth turns up the air conditioning in the middle of the winter??

The answer is simple.

Desperate little girls with a hopeless crush on their best friend.

He’s too caring to let me shiver. This got to work out. If it does, I’ll be rewarded with a handful of cuddles with Sangster in addition to my cookie. Hallelujah (◕‿◕✿)”

You slam your diary closed with a spiteful smile on your face. You’d kiss yourself for being so goddamn clever. The plan has no flaws, you’re almost sure in success.

The small hour hand is on 4 now. Thirty more minutes, only a half of an hour is parting you from the first phase of ‘Operation Close Up Sangster’ as you called it.

You do know that the name sucks, but does that even matter? You’re not really a creative mind.

The alarm on your phone goes off with an annoying loop of a tune. That’s it. It’s time.

You grab your things and run out of your office so quick, you’re sure your colleagues are going to poke you about that the next day.

You storm into the house, leaving your shoes and your coat on the sofa.

Only seconds later the air conditioner clanks and lets out a loud beep. Bingo.

Now letting the machine do its work, you get changed in your leggings with a large sleeveless shirt, then walk around your room to tidy it up.

It has always been your and Thomas’s dream to move out of your houses and the moment you found this place, you knew it was perfect. Not too expensive, an own bathroom, quite large space, comfortable couches, permission to decorate the walls as you wish.

You both absolutely love your life together in this tiny room. You have neighbors – some rebel students who you never actually see. Which means the whole house including kitchen and the leaving room is practically always free.

A track of shivers runs along your spine as you feel the air already getting cold. You can handle this though. It will be absolutely worth Thomas’s cuddles.

“6:03 PM. About two more hours. I’m kind of excited” you leave a note in your diary.

“7:30 PM. I FEEL LIKE A CRIMINAL. HE’S GOING TO BE HERE IN 15 MINUTES AHHH” your hand shakes from excitement as you write.

“9:49 PM. Thomas baby where the fuck are you”  the diary is coarsely tossed aside, as if it’s the cause of the upcoming inevitable failure. 

“11:06 PM. Whatever” 

You put your diary away and lay on the bed. The lenses of your eyes follow the clock hand as it slowly but surely makes its way to the number ‘12’.

Well Thomas is running late. As usual. It’s really cold in the room now so you decide to turn the conditioning off. It’s not like you’re going to sacrifice your health in hopes to get some cuddles.  

Since it’s midnight you just decide to shrug it off. Being the loser you are, your plan of course had to crash miserably.

Thomas isn’t answering neither to your texts nor calls so you just lazily jump out of your leggings and curl up in the bed. Despite the desperate attempts of wrapping the blanket around the whole of your body, it’s still too cold.

Great. What were you even thinking about?! The plan was destined to be a complete fail since the very beginning.

It was about 12:40 AM when the door finally squeak opened. You heard Thomas sneakily walking in and closing the door as noiselessly as it was possible.

Your eyes rush to shut close when you see his silhouette slowly approaching your bed. You know he bent down to your face to check if you’re asleep when you feel his breath on the tip of your nose.

“It’s so cold today” you say, opening your eyes abruptly.

He shrieks at the unexpected gesture and backtracks with his hands slammed on his mouth.

You burst out with laughter, sitting down on the bed whilst he finds the power switch in the dark to illuminate the room.

“Don’t do that ever again” he speaks with his hand rested on his heart, still recovering from the shock. “For real. Ever”

You can’t help the smile creeping on your face as you hear his husky voice massaging your eardrums. It sounds so much like a sweet melody with British overtones and constantly wavering accords as his voice cracks.

“Today was fucking dreadful” he sighs tossing his shoes to the furthest corner of the room.

You have a separate section in your diary where you describe how attractive it sounds when Thomas swears. I mean you know it’s bad and it’s supposed to be unpleasant to hear but, heavens know, a British man swearing is the sexiest thing on earth. It kind of turns you on every time, you’ve been friends with him for over 15 years but each and every goddamn time a cuss word splits from his tongue, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip, going full on kinky with your thoughts.

Exactly like you just did now. You suddenly realize he’s been talking about his awful day on the set all this time whilst you were getting expanded with your dirty mind.

“Shit it’s really cold” he shivers, when he takes his shirt off.

You shoot a glance on his abs with a smirk but then frown immediately. You’ll get the cuddles if only he is clever enough to actually come across the thought of getting warm by hugging you. What if he just puts a shirt on and buries himself deeper in his blankets?


“I think something was up with the conditioner but I’m not sure. They probably fixed it already anyway”

“Hmm” his eyebrows furrow in concentration and you pray to god you haven’t said anything that would give your plan away. You haven’t, have you?

“You’re shaking” he notes and only now you realize that you look like a mouse, curled up on your bed with your hands wrapped around your knees.

“I’m fine” you speak, trying to make it sound not too convincing.

“Y/n, your lips literally look blue” he says, concerned.

You watch him take a seat on your bed and reach out for your hand to check how cold you are. Judging by his face expression going from slightly concerned to deadly pale, you are probably very very cold. You don’t even really feel it though? You kind of stopped freezing after a certain point, it’s like your skin adjusted to the low temperature. At least that’s what you thought.

You lay back down, pulling the blanket over your chest.

He stands up to turn off the light and you hold your breath in the anticipation of his next step. Your heart skips a beat and you try not to look eager when he climbs on your bed from the behind, his arms slowly snaking around your waist.

Your stomach does a dozen of somersaults right inside you as you feel his hard grapple pulling you close to him, so close that there was not even a hint on a gap left between your bodies. To help him out, you nuzzle up to him and get comfy.


The thoughts storm in your mind as you already imagine yourself including them in the special page of your diary.

It certainly doesn’t at all help when his lips lean on your nape, placing a gentle soft little kiss on it.

“If I one more time see you treating your health as if you’ve got a ton reserve of it in your pocket, I’m gonna have to choose some kind of a punishment for you, like I did when we were 10” his breath draws wavy vibrant images on the back of your neck as he speaks, almost whispering. As if his voice wasn’t husky enough, he somehow manages to make it sound above the line of perfect.

You chuckle nervously, trying to somehow even your breath out as he places another kiss on your nape, this time keeping his lips pressed against your skin longer.

“You can’t just be so oblivious when it comes to health, y/n” he continues the notation as you put the whole effort in the world on not gasping at each word off his mouth, so close to you, closer than it ever was.

“Just please, promise me I’ll never have to worry about you in this way again” you feel the warm touch of his fingers leaving the surface of your stomach and making their way up to your hair. He gently tucks a strand behind your ear and tenses up a tiny bit, waiting for your answer.

“I promise” you say, failing to keep your voice from cracking.

“Good” he wraps his arm back around your waist as his fingers travel down your shirt and up your body right to the spot above your stomach.

He starts to rub circles on your skin and you let out the gasp that you’ve been successfully fighting for so long.

“Are you still cold?” his legs entwine with yours as he speaks.

Everything is just too much to handle right now. Too much Thomas at once can be very I repeat VERY arousing.

“No, I’m okay actually” you reply honestly.

You feel his smile rise against your skin at the sound of your words. It makes you want to cry how genuinely he cares about you. That was actually the spur that led you to falling for him. Falling hard and painfully inevitable.

His hand stops caressing you but he never pulls it away, it remains still under your shirt, gently resting on the spot he rubbed earlier.

“You’re gonna have to repeat your promise to the voice recorder tomorrow. I’m just saying” he chuckles, squeezing you unexpectedly.

You smile although you know he can’t see it. Your eyes are now closed as you do your best to relax. And eventually you succeed, slowly but entirely giving yourself away to the darkness of sleep.

“Dear diary. I’m not too sure what happened yesterday but it was awesome. I love him so much. It’s unhealthy. I should concentrate on work and my career and future but then Thomas walks through the door with his voice and accent and cuteness and it’s like I…” you slam the shit out of your diary halfway through your writing so hard that it lets out the most dramatic clap you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Woah easy, I wasn’t gonna see what you write there from over here” Thomas laughs walking in and closing the door. “And since when do you have secrets from he, huh?” he smiles spitefully, approaching and taking a seat right in front of you.

“I don’t have any secrets from you” you say nervously gulping and he arches an eyebrow.

“Let alone you shamelessly lie to my face as if knowing you for 15 bloody years isn’t enough to be able to figure out your lies immediately“

“Thomas” you sigh and he frowns at your intonation. “It’s really, really personal. You know I trust you, but this is something that I trust only to my diary”. 

Seeing the genuine expression of offense on his face you quickly spat out a “sorry”.

He doesn’t speak, never letting that grumpy frown leave his face.

You sigh a little too dramatically and speak up “It’s about the boy I like”.

His both eyebrows raise up in surprise as you continue “Actually no, it’s about the boy I love. The boy I’ve loved for about 7 years now”

A few moments of silence capture the room but he finally breaks it “7 years is a lot”

“Yeah, long enough”

Thomas inhales to have some air in his lungs before speaking, but then he drops the intention, emitting the air out. He looks like he’s building up the courage to say something and at that very moment you know you fucked up everything. 

“I just… I thought I know you perfectly” he finally says the wary words. “I thought I know every single thing about you but if I was so blind that I haven’t noticed you’re in love, then I was clearly wrong”

The truth has been spoken, he’s as blind as a mole. You just simply shrug at the statement, not finding any other way to reply.

“Shit, when did I miss the moment?” he spats out with a laugh. Not the happy kinda laugh though, it was more of a ‘I’m the biggest idiot ever and that’s ridiculous’ laugh was that.

“What do you mean?”

“When did I miss the freaking moment?”

“Thomas, son. What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well you know what, I don’t care!” he suddenly yells standing up.

What is going on what is going on W H A T the fuck is going on

“I don’t care that I missed my chance, I’m still gonna say it. I’ve nothing to lose now anyway. I envy the guy who’s name you have written over there” his finger points at the diary in your hands. “I envy every single second of his name running through your mind, I envy every single second of him being in your thoughts. I envy the feelings you have for him cause I’ve been wanting to have that ever since I fucking met you. I love you and I always have and I’m sorry for ruining our friendship with those words but if that guy is now yo…”

“Thomas” you interrupt, stretching out the diary to him with shaking hands.

He looks at you, hesitating for a split second but seeing the nod of approval, he takes the book and opens it somewhere in the middle.

His eyes widen as he flips the pages, greedily devouring each and every word with his eyes. When he’s finally had enough of your embarrassing writings about his own self, he puts the diary away on the bed.

You were given 15 seconds to realize what’s going on. That’s the exact amount of time it took him to grab your waist and pull you into a wet dirty kiss.

Every little patch on your body tenses up when the kiss gets deeper and you feel like you are going to explode. You want to cry and scream and shout and jump, and that’s exactly what your heart was probably doing. You could literally feel it racing inside your chest, you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot against the kiss.

The boy who was the subject of your desire for 7 years is now squeezing your waist against his own.

Just let that sink in.

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082; blind!jungkook

“I was in the neighbourhood.” (082)

Jungkook somehow knows whenever you’re around.

Maybe it was the way your footsteps sounded when you were close enough for him to catch the tapping pattern of your feet on the ground. It was possible that he’s able to capture your scent if you were within his radar. But oftentimes it was just that feeling.

So just as you enter the room Jungkook’s currently in with one of his mates by side, you trying to hide and sneak up on him was done for. His friend quietly gets up, quickly calling out Kook, I’ll be back, yeah? and Jungkook’s nonchalant about it, murmuring a okay and you would’ve thought this is in the bag by now.

But nope. Of course not.

Just as you’re a step from Jungkook with your hands hovering over his shoulders, Jungkook’s voice scares you first - “Y/N?”

You groan and throw your hands up in the air, even though he can’t see it but he can feel it the same time he chuckles. “How the hell?! I was so close!”

“I already knew the moment you came in, Y/N,”

“That’s just insane,” You grumble, taking a seat beside him and Jungkook takes a moment off from his work, turning to you with a grin, “Whatever it is, you’re stuck with it,”

“Gee, lucky me,” You snicker, yet, all with humor and poking fun that you scoot closer to when Jungkook extends his arms out. Wordlessly, you crawl onto his lap, the perfect seat that fits you and Jungkook sighs when you bury your face in his neck, arms wrapped nicely around his torso and he relishes on the warmth as well as the nice lavender smell that his senses pick up - the smell of home, in other words.

“What’re you doing here, though? Didn’t you have some important client to meet?”

“I was in the neighbourhood,” You murmur, squeezing him a little, “So I figured I’d drop by,”

“You said your client wanted to meet you in a restaurant across town. Not on the opposite end with nothing but skyscrapers and tall buildings,”

“You know, just pretend like what I said was true and continue cuddling like this before I have to leave, okay?”

Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head as you huff against his skin but doesn’t object it. Instead, he kisses the side of your head and tucks his arms around you, leaning back with you against him and this is just the best feeling ever - and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.



*Requested: Y/N is like a little sister to everyone and is really innocent and the Gladers tease her about it but Newt sees her deep, intellectual side.*

“Calm down with the dirty jokes, shanks. Y/N is here.” Minho said and the boys roared with laughter and you blushed. They always joked around about your youth.

“We love you, kid.” Minho said and grabbed you and held you in a fake choke hold. You pretended to struggle and there was a burst of laughter again.

“You make me crack up, Y/N.” Thomas said, clutching his stomach and gasping for air.

You smiled as they went back to their conversation but the voice inside your head was bringing you down. You never get to be included in their “adult” conversations. You’re a little younger than them, but you know that you can handle whatever it is that they’re tlaking about.


You sat and stared at the closed walls of the Maze. You heard footsteps and turned to see Newt. He sat down on the grass next to you and remained quiet as you just watched the walls.

“What do you think is really happening? Someone is doing this to us.” you said and Newt cleared his throat.

“I don’t know, but I feel like I’m being watched.” he said and you sighed.

“I sometimes feel just a rush of mixed emotions and feelings, you know? Like I’m seeing these signs on a road but I’m going so fast that I don’t register what’s written on the signs, and I don’t know where I’m going or who I’ve become.” you said and Newt watched as your eyes never budged from the stone walls.

“You’ve got a lot going on in your head.” Newt said and you let out a small, quick laugh.

“You have no idea.” you said and he turned his body towards you.

“Okay Y/N. Tell me what’s going on inside that dainty head of yours so I can have some sort of bloody idea.” he said with a smile and you let out a breath before explaining to Newt exactly what you thought the whole Glade situation meant.


“Here comes Y/N!” Thomas said and everyone scattered and ‘hid’ under tables and behind chairs.

“Very funny, shanks.” you said and one by one they came out from their hiding places and sat down for breakfast.

“So I had this dream last night,” Zart started but Minho punched his arm.

“We all know the disgusting klunk that goes on in your dreams, Zart.” he grunted and Zart shut up. You smiled at Minho’s way of protecting your innocent ears from Zart’s very graphic dreams but you sort of wished you could be in with them.

“Good morning.” you heard Newt’s accent and turned and smiled as a greeting.

“How are you feeling?” you asked and he yawned.

“A little tired. Didn’t get much sleep after our conversation last night.” Newt stated and you smiled remembering how Newt had listened carefully and respectfully. He’s the only one that knows the complex workings of your mind.

“Thanks for listening.” you said and he nodded.

“Didn’t know you were that buggin’ deep.” he said with a laugh and joined in the other boys’ conversation.

Warm Me Up

Originally posted by thatannoyingneighbour

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, blow job.

Summary: Y/N doesn’t know how to warm up in the cold winter air but Michael has a few ideas. 

Cold. That’s how you were feeling. It was winter and unfortunately, due to a mistake of the mechanic, you couldn’t heat the house. So being the cuddly partner that you are, you cuddled your boyfriend Michael who was also very bothered by the lack of heat. 

You were watching TV, a show that was super ridiculous but still watchable. Michael had his arms around you, you sitting between his legs in front of him. You were thinking of getting a few more covers to keep yourself warm. However, your boyfriend has other idea to heat the both of you. up. “When did you say that they were going to fix this?” Michael asked slowly kissing your neck. “He said it would take about 2 days and then we can go back to normal.” He sighed, face buried in the crook of your neck. “We have to heat ourselves up.” He said excitedly, his face lighting up with the idea he had in mind. “And how would we– oh.” You said feeling his hand dip down in your sweatpants down to your panties. “Is this your way of solving everything?” You murmured pecking his lip as he pulled you on his lap, hand still in your pants. “Only with you baby." He smirked chuckling a little.

 You slowly felt his fingers enter and go out of you. You sucked in a breath and held on to Michael’s shoulders, already feeling heated. "Yeah? Does my girl feel better now?” He whispered in your ear, smiling. You nodded gasping at the feel of his skilled fingers. “Just let it go gorgeous, show your man how he makes you feel.” You were a moaning and gasping mess on top of Michael, holding on for your dear life while slowly riding his fingers. “Baby girl, seeing you like this. I’m so hard.” He moaned helping you ride out with one hand on your hip. You came down from your high, Michael licking his fingers as he pulled them out, moaning in delight at your familiar taste.

 "Don’t tell me you don’t feel hot now.“ He smirked. "Well, now that I’m warm, I think I can do something for you.” You said biting your lip, getting under the covers. Michael looked at you confused. “What– oh-oh.” He moaned as you took him in your mouth. He let his hands fall to you hair slowly stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how much he loves you. “You’re the best at this I swear.” He groaned, now throwing the covers off of you. “This is the best idea we have ever had Y/N.” He said groaning, shutting his eyes. “I’m gonna come sweetheart, I’m gonna come so hard.” And he did. You took as much as you can in your mouth, wiping the rest of it on a wet wipe. 

“Well that was delightful.” You said wiping your face and going on eye level with him. He gave you a fierce kiss on the lips, hands caressing your sides, slowly going down to your butt, giving it a tough squeeze. “I think we need to keep this up for the rest of the night, you know, to keep the heat up.” You laughed nodding, pushed him down to the bed. “Just the keep the heat up.”

My Girl

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook, appearance by Got7/Yugyeom

Words: 409

Genre: fluff, HighSchool!Jungkook, BadBoy!Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook’s the bad boy, while Y/N’s the good girl

Request: anonymous

A/N: I am obsessed with BadBoy!BTS, even though I’m not really into bad boys in general. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by jjks

“Alright class, who can tell me what 3x+73=246 is?” My hand shot up in the air. “Yes. Y/N?”

“The answer is 57 and two thirds.”

“Correct. As always Ms. Y/L/N” The teacher smiles and nods as she writes the answer on the board. She turns around to continue when the bell rings. “Alright, we’ll continue this lesson on Monday. Have a wonderful weekend!” I packed up my things and went to my locker to get everything I would need in order to study over the weekend. Before I could open my locker, someone grabbed me and slammed against the lockers, trapping me. “What do you want, Yugyeom?”

“I want to see just how fun and flexible you can be? Why don’t you come home with me this weekend so we can test it out?” He reaches for my face, and I slap his hand away. “How about no?”

“Oh come one. We all know you’re not the good, innocent girl you claim to be. There’s no way when you’ve hung out with Jungkook.”

“It’s not just hanging out.” We both look over to see who had spoken. “Oh Jungkook. Hey what’s up.” Yugyeom stutters out. “The amount of injuries on your body if you don’t get your hands off my girl and walk away.”

“Sorry. I’ll go now.” He all but runs away at that. I turn to Jungkook. “You know, you didn’t have to threaten him.” I turn back to my locker, open it up, and start taking books out of it. “He was all up on you, and basically threatening you. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, kindly ask him to back off because I’m taken?” I close my locker and turn back to him. “That’s what I did, minus the kindly part.” I giggle at him. “There’s that smile I love.” He says as he wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Now let’s go so I can spend the weekend with my favorite girl.”
“Okay, but I hope you know I plan to spend the weekend studying. And that includes you too.” He groans and throws his head back. “Don’t act like that. You know you need to get your chemistry grade up. I can’t date a guy that’s failing.”

“And I thought I couldn’t date a good girl, now look where I am.”

“You’re not getting out of this.”

“Fine.” And we walked out of the school and headed towards my house.

Imagine cuddling with Sandor

requested by anonymous

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N… Lady Y/N, wake up…”

You jolted awake, gasping for air as your head swiveled wildly. “What– What’s going–” you sputtered.

“It was just a nightmare, my lady. You’re alright now.” Sandor Cleagane said soothingly. You tried to calm down, mumbling, “Ser Celgane… how did you…?”

Sandor smiled, “I was walking through the halls and I heard your screams. Are you okay, my lady?”

You nodded slowly, “Yes… yes, I’m fine.” Sandor narrowed his eyes, “I hope you don’t take offense, Lady Y/N, but I’ve found people are terrible liars when they’re scared.”

You smiled weakly, not knowing what to say. But before you could speak, Sandor climbed into bed with you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You closed your eyes, and had a sense of protection and safety that only Sandor could give you.


So at the end of the lease on my house me n my roommates will be moving from TN to CA! Things are still really up n the air about exactly how we are getting there and where we are staying but its officially been decided by all of us! Im not sure but I may post a PayPal or gofundme to help with moving costs but I’ll post more about that when the time comes!

Getting Your Attention

Today was the annual BBQ out at the cabin, I’d convinced Chibs to go early so we could some quality time together. As we pulled up in front of the cabin, I looked at my watch, we had at least a thirty to forty-five minutes  before anyone showed up.

Taking his hand, I led him down towards the lake, pushing him against the tree, I kissed him hungrily. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me close, he let out a growl. I stepped away from him peeling off my clothes, smirking at him. I ran into the lake, looking back at him, I smiled invitingly.

“Come on baby!” I watched as he quickly stripped down, grabbing the rope swing on the tree, He started his swing into the lake. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist showing off, as soon as he was in flight, I took off for the shore.

Scooping up our clothes, I heard him come up for air. “(Y/N), darlin what are you doing?”

I face him as I back away, “Leaving you high and dry” I take off running towards the cabin with our clothes. I hear him yelling my name, I run in the back door, dropping the clothes. Sorting through them, I grab mine. Going into the bathroom, I take a shower and wash my hair quickly.

Redressing in time to hear the club pulling in, stepping out onto the porch, I smile greeting them. “Hi!” Chins yelling my name from the lake could still be heard.

Tig looked at me, pulling me into a hug. “Where is he?”

Biting my lip I smiled. “In the lake, by the lake…”

Venus smiled at me. “What did you do sugar?”

Tig and Happy started running towards the lake. “You might want to take him a towel!” Happy turns around coming back to the cabin, going inside, coming back out with a towel.


Ten minutes later, I was sitting on the bed, waiting for him to come back. He stormed inside, glaring at me.

“What the hell was that about?”

“I wanted your attention, since the last few weeks I haven’t had it. I mean I don’t need your undivided attention, just some would be nice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know the club comes first, especially now that you’re President but I can’t remember the last time we spent alone together uninterrupted.”

I watched him as he searched his memory. “I’m sorry. I love you!” He gathered me in his arms, kissing me.

“I love you too.”

He grinned at me. “You will be punished for leaving me naked and defenseless.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. “Tig and Happy rescued you. They brought you a towel.”

“I’ll give you some attention for it tonight love!” He winked at me, before throwing me on the bed and going into the shower.

anonymous asked:


I feel ya.

I have half the mind to abandon tvd, immerse myself in 1000 days n come up for air when the finale is done so I can binge n just rip off the bandaid if u will, without being in pain for the next 5 weeks.


Tony stared down at the unconscious body on the floor as Y/N gingerly stepped over it. Their hands went up to the air, waiting for a response. “Thanks.”
“Saving my life,” He finished.
“There. Was that so hard?” Y/N asked as they went off, hearing the sounds of the other Avengers fought more enemies in the distance.
requested by sybil-howlett
requests are open

Just Us- A Peter Pan One-Shot

Title: Just Us
Request: Hey!!! Can I get a 1, 8, and 9 with Peter Pan?? Thanks!! I love your blog btw
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
(I changed one of the quotes to fit a bit better.)

Y/N woke up from a terrible nightmare, standing up to get some air.
Her boyfriend, Peter Pan, was woken up from all her movement and followed her.
“You ok love?” Peter asked her.
“I’m fine, just a nightmare.” Y/N responded.
Peter put his arm around her, “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.” she responded.
“Come on it’s really bothering you, just tell me what happened.” Peter said.
“No, Peter I don’t want to talk about it!” Y/N yelled.
“It’s not a big deal just tell me!” Peter yelled back.
“I don’t have to tell you every detail of my life Peter.” Y/N sighed, “I can’t keep fighting like this with you. We do this shit all the time, I don’t need it.” The two had been fighting for the past week, over simple and stupid things.
“I’m sorry.” Peter responded, “You just worry me sometimes.”
Y/N turned to face him, “You don’t tell me everything that goes on in your life so just please don’t worry about me.”
“I’ll just leave you alone so you can think for a while.” Peter said, as he walked back to the tent.
Y/N sighed, and laid down looking up at the stars.

The next morning, Peter awoke to find that Y/N was still outside. She hadn’t sleep that night.
“Morning Y/N.” Peter smiled as he got out their tent.
“Hey.” Y/N smiled.
“Better at all?” Peter asked.
“I think so. Sorry I was being a bitch last night.” Y/N sighed.
“Don’t say that…it wasn’t you that was being the bitch it was me.” Peter responded, “I shouldn’t have been pressuring you like that.”
“It’s ok. Anyways I need to tell you about the nightmare, it terrified me.” Y/N said, “I didn’t want to tell you about it last night because it was really bad and I needed get it out of my head.”
Peter put his arm around her lovingly, “You can tell me anything.”
“In the dream you died, Peter. You died right in front of me.” Y/N said staring at the ground, “It was horrible. I saw your last breath, your last movements, your eyes look at me for the last time.”
“I’m ok thought love. That was just a dream.” Peter responded, running his fingers through her hair.
“I know, it just made me realize that I need you in my life more than anything or anyone else.” Y/N smiled, “I love you so much.”
“I love you and need you too, you’re the best person in my life. Beautiful, my best friend, you mean the world to me.” Peter responded smiling back at her.
“I’m sorry we’ve been fighting.” Y/N said.
“I’m sorry too.” Peter responded, “We’re just stressed and we worry too much.”
“Agreed. We need a break.” Y/N laughed.
“Let’s take one then. You and I should go camp out on the shore, just us, for a few days.” Peter suggested.
“I love that idea.” Y/N smiled, “Just us.”
She leaned up, and kissed Peter gently.
Peter held her cheek after the kiss, “I’m glad you’re ok love.”
“I’m glad you are too.” Y/N responded, leaning up to kiss him again, but this time harder than before.
“Easy, we have company.” Peter laughed as he broke the kiss, looking around at all the lost boys.
“Get a room!” one of them yelled.
Y/N and Peter laughed.
“This is why we need time for just us.” Peter smiled.
Y/N laughed, “I agree.”


Much love!



Moment of Weakness Project (having many scars from dermatillomania/other)

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Dermatillomania, anxiety, swearing

AN: I really love the idea of this project and knew I had to write one right away to help myself. Dermatillomania, if you do not know, is a branch of OCD where the person picks at their skin/scabs habitually. Though this is not as common, this can also apply to people with other scars, for example, injuries or self harm. I do not wish to romanticize this, as I suffer from it every day, but to provide support and an uplifting piece of text.

Project started by the lovely @sebbystanimagines

“F.R.I.D.A.Y? Can you crank up the air conditioning some more?”

“Certainly, Y/N.”

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