world famous singer

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Request: Hi! I love your writing so much. Can you please write a Shawn x reader where he’s tired of interviewers putting down his wife (reader) because she’s not a celebrity and he just protects her? Like he pretends to agree with the interviewer before totally destroying them.

Your name: submit What is this?

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“It must be difficult to maintain a relationship with someone who isn’t in the industry.” The interviewer comments to Shawn instead of asking him a real question. You’re watching the interview streaming live from your laptop at home, and you’re breath catches in your throat when you hear the interviewer bring you up into the conversation. 

“Yeah,” Shawn immediately replies, “I mean, marriage is difficult, regardless of careers, but I think it is important to be willing to put in the effort into a relationship, and we do, even though it can be hard sometimes, its all worth it in the end because I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

She nods, agreeing, “A lot of celebrities tend to date and marry other people in the industry, What made you not want to do that?” She continues pushing the subject, and you have no idea why she seems so interested in you, but you wish that she wasn’t. 

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Just a Kid in Love - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request by Anon: Ooh can you make an imagine with jealous stiles? You’re going to a Shawn mendes concert with him and your inner fangirl comes out so it makes him a little jealous 😂

Word Count: 1,349

Warnings: Mentions of sexy time.

Author’s Note: To all my readers who are also Shawn Mendes fans and have been looking forward to this imagine… HERE IT IS! I hope y’all like it. I had fun writing this. 😊 Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by fytwolf

It’s a Saturday summer night and for their one year anniversary Stiles had surprised Y/N with concert tickets to her favorite singer, Shawn Mendes. However, he didn’t just get her regular tickets. He went all out and bought her front row tickets and managed to score backstage passes to meet Shawn after the show.

Stiles knew it was the perfect gift and he was right. When he surprised her with the tickets just an hour before the concert, she flipped out. She screamed and jumped up and down with excitement before lunging at Stiles, smothering him with kisses and countless I love you’s as she clung to him like a monkey. She had been moping all week because the tickets sold out in a matter of seconds after going on sale. She had tried so hard to get some but had no luck. However, Sheriff Stilinski was friends with the manager of the concert venue and was kind enough to help Stiles get the tickets. Stiles knew this would get him the title of being the best boyfriend in the world. 

However, right now Stiles was slightly regretting getting her the tickets, as she seemed to ramble non-stop about every awesome thing Shawn did tonight.

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It's Just a Little Crush

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Singer!Poe Dameron x Actress!Reader

Summary: Despite being a celebrity yourself, you had a celebrity crush on world famous singer, Poe Dameron. Many of your followers on your social media knew this…including tv show host, James Corden. With his help, you end up facing your celebrity crush.


You were a big upcoming actress. Sure, you were known for playing memorable side characters. However, about a year ago, you landed a role that changed your life. In the movie adaption of young adult novel “Fangirl” by Rainbow Rowell, you landed the role of both Cather and Wren. It was amazing because 1) You loved the book to death and 2) This was your big break! So now you’re here on The Late Late Show with James Corden.


“So there’s this young adult novel called Fangirl and it’s written by Rainbow Rowell.” A few cheers are heard from the audience, “Yes! So now there’s a film coming out! So let’s give it up for the star of the movie Y/N L/N!!” The audience erupts in cheers and screams as you walk onto the stage. You hug James and sit down, “Hello, Y/N and welcome to the show!”

You smile and bounce in your seat, “Oh my gosh! Hi! I’m so nervous and happy to be here!”

“You’re nervous? Why?!” James asked.

“Well, you’re one of my favorite tv hosts. I absolutely love carpool karaoke.”

James scoffed, “Girl, please! Flattery will get you..everywhere.” You laugh. “So, Y/N did you read the book before even auditioning?”

Your eyes widened in excitement, “Yes! I did, actually and I love it! And, of course, I read it again when I got the role to help me get into character.”

“Because you’re not playing just one person. You’re playing two?”

You nod in confirmation, “Yup! I’m playing the twins Cather and Wren!”

“So, this movie is all about fangirls. Are you part of any fandoms or do you consider yourself a fangirl?”

“Yes, actually! I do! I’m in the Disney fandom, DC fandom, and Harry Potter fandom.” Cheers come from the audience and you cheer with them, “Yeah! Fandoms!” You giggle at the end.

“So do you fangirl over any celebrities?”

“Oh definitely! Yeah! Like Beyonce, Orlando Bloom, Henry Cavill.”

“Yep! Me too! Fanboy and proud!” He sticks his hand up and you high five with both of you giggling, “So, I have to ask: are you a big fangirl of the singer Poe Dameron?”

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Me Too: Gerard Way imagine

Y/N: I decided to combine two requests because they were kind of the same thing. This is also based off a true story I read online about one of Gerard’s old photographers. Also a huge happy 2017! You guys are amazing and deserve a spectacular year!

Anonymous said:
Hai!! Could you write an imagine with “Desolation Row” Gerard, where he is like a super bad boy, but has a soft spot for the reader and it’s really fluffy..??
Anonymous said:
Hey! If you have the time could you write a punk!gerard imagine? Supper fluffy but he’s like super mean to everyone but y/n

Leather jacket, ripped jeans, pale skin, jet black hair, cigarette between his lips, hazel eyes, feet propped up on a chair, smoke tumbling from his mouth, there he was. You watched carefully as a small boy named Frank pushed past you and stood beside him, hands on his hips. “What the fuck do you want?” the boy in the leather jacket snapped. People had talked about him everywhere. He was world famous anyways, lead singer of a rock band, super bad ass, the kind to back talk to a cop or kill a guy. You had heard his name a million times, Gerard Way. You just had never actually met him in person.

“Our manager’s telling us we have to go soon,” Frank snapped.

“Tell him he can suck my dick,” Gerard muttered. “I honestly don’t give a shit.”

“We have to go soon,” Frank persisted. “You can’t just sit there and smoke a cigarette. He’s going to come in here and kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see him try,” Gerard scoffed.

Honestly, you were nervous as hell. You had heard that he fired the last photographer and you weren’t ready to be the next. You cleared your throat, took a deep breath, and mustered up all the confidence within you before speaking. “Mr. Way,” you called his name. He whipped his head around, lowering his feet, groaning, tossing his cigarette to the ground, about ready to unleash all hell on you, but he stopped as soon as his eyes met yours.

All of a sudden, his defiant, angry, belligerent mood fades away and his pout turns into a smile. He drinks in the entirety of your presence and smirks. “Well what do I owe the pleasure?” he raised his eyebrows. He crushes the cigarette butt on the floor with the heel of his boot and sticks out a hand, covered in a fingerless glove, spiked wrists, matching every other punk accessory that adorned him. You shook his hand and gave a grin.

“I’m y/n,” you explained. “The new photographer.”

“Oh thank heavens,” Gerard sighed. “The last one was such a bitch. I have a good feeling you’ll be much nicer.”

“I hope I live up to your expectations,” you winked.

“You’ll be fun to have around,” he nodded. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” you informed. “Heard you being awfully rude to your manager though.”

“He’s an asshole, he deserves it. Frank too,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s been getting on my nerves lately, pushing my buttons, really pissing me off.”

“So I take it I better keep a safe distance?” you joked.

“Nah, you can get as close as you want, sweetheart,” Gerard gave a sly smile. “I promise you I won’t bite.”

“Gerard! Get your fucking ass out here!” Frank shouted. “I’m not calling you again!”

“Can you shut your damn mouth for one second?” Gerard yelled back. “Geez, I’m sorry. Being stuck on this tour bus really gets to me. I think I might need to get out once in a while, clear my head. I think I could use some company, too. You have any plans tonight?”

“Not at all,” you replied.

“Sweet,” he remarked. “It was lovely meeting you, but I’m afraid there’s a bunch of lunatics calling my name. We have some stupid ass sound check we need to be at.”

“It’s cool,” you reassured. “I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Definitely,” Gerard nodded. “I’ll be sure to put on a fancy smile just for you, lovely.”

“That’d be perfect,” you decided.

“Can I get a name, perhaps?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n,” you answered. “And you’re Gerard right?”

“The one and only,” he grinned.

“You’ve got one fucking minute until the manager comes in there and whoops your fucking ass!” Frank hollered. “I’d hurry the hell up, Gerard!”

“I’m going to take that as my cue to leave,” Gerard apologized. “I’ll see you around.”

“Good luck,” you chuckled.

Some people had called him weird before, but this wasn’t what you had expected. His snappy responses, constant cussing, loud voice, and hot temper seemed to vanish every time he so much as turned to face you. It was like the entire world was on his blacklist except for you. You rolled your eyes, thinking it must be a matter of time until he decided to unleash hell upon you too. He couldn’t keep up the act much longer. You had seen the way he yelled at Frank and treated his manager. You were only the photographer, which meant he could very well treat you a hundred times worse. The thought of it made you nervous. That’s why you seemed a little off your game when you went to the concert, snapping photos of the band as they jumped on stage, shouting lyrics and playing their instruments loudly, making awkward eye contact with the people in the crowd.

It was after the show and you were on the tour bus, on your laptop, filtering through your photos. You had noticed how many of them had turned out to be blurry, unfocused, or out of frame. That’s when you felt someone sit beside you on the couch and you looked up, realizing it was Gerard. “Those look good,” he pointed to one of them that focused on him screaming into a microphone. “I like them a lot.”

“That’s only because you’re in it,” you smirked, attempting to be playful.

“Yeah, but you’re better than the last one,” he reassured. “Honest.”

“Most of them are kind of shitty,” you insisted. “I’m not going to lie. You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know they suck.”

“They don’t,” Gerard shook his head. “Hey Mikey! Come over here for a sec!”

“I don’t have a sec,” Mikey muttered from across the bus. “I have to take a shower. I’m yucky and sweaty and gross.”

“Just come over here, will you?” Gerard argued. He turned towards you and chuckled. “He’s my brother.”

“Fine,” Mikey complied, sitting down on the other side of you.

“Look at these photos,” Gerard explained, pointing to one you took of Mikey plucking away at his bass. “Aren’t they amazing?”

“Woah,” his eyes were transfixed on the image. “That’s great, y/n.”

“Told you so,” Gerard gave you a light shove. “You’re doing an amazing job and it’s only your first day.”

“Can I leave now?” Mikey wondered, irritated.

“Yeah, whatever,” Gerard rolled his eyes. “Point made valid, your photos are pretty stellar.”

“They’re average,” you shrugged.

“Enough of that,” Gerard laughed. “I’m going to go take a shower and then let’s go out for drinks or something at a bar.”

“Seriously?” your eyes lit up. “I thought we were confined to the tour bus.”

“Nah,” Gerard reassured. “You’ll be fine. I do it all the time.”

While you waited on Gerard, you tried editing some of the photos, cropping out a couple blurry edges, you couldn’t quite concentrate. His words were still lingering in your mind, the way he complimented your photos, how he seemed to be annoying or rude to everyone else except you, everything about him so confusing. How come he was such a dick to everyone but as soon as he made eye contact with you, all of that faded away and he was the sweetest dude you’ve ever met? When he reemerged from the back of the tour bus, his hair was neatly combed at the sides, eyes twinkling, dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, sly smile. He extended a hand to you and you closed your laptop, excited. “You look great,” you raised your eyebrows. “Makes me feel underdressed.”

“You look fine,” he smiled. “You could outdo me any day.”

“Enough with the silly compliments,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever you say,” he winked. Goddammit why was he so cute sometimes? That was the other thing. All the time he looked like some crazy aggressive punk ready to beat the shit out of whoever so much as looked him in the eyes, but around you, he was an adorable fluffy kind gentleman asking you if you’d like to accompany him on a night out at a bar. This only perplexed you even more, and you decided to leave it be, linking your arm with his and following him out the tour bus.

“Where are you going?” Ray snapped, watching you two leave.

“We’ll be back soon, asshole,” Gerard reassured.

“Rude,” Ray glared, stomping onto the tour bus and leaving you and Gerard to travel down the sidewalk.

“Hey,” you decided to speak out. “You could be nicer.”

“So what?” he shrugged. “He deserves it.”

“Everyone seems to deserve it!” you threw your hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Not you,” he pointed out.

“Exactly!” you shouted, twice as exhausted with this mystery. “You’re so damn feisty and rude and mean to everyone except for me and I don’t know why!”

“Because…” Gerard’s voice faltered.

“Because?” you raised an eyebrow, yearning to know.

“Never mind,” Gerard sighed. “I’m just an angry person.”

“Yeah, well you could be angry at me too,” you argued.

“Come on,” he just ignored your suggestion and ushered you into a bar, holding open the door and leading you towards a seat. He ordered two tall beers and took a long sip, then stared at you. “Do you really want to know, y/n?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “I’ve been dying to know. And it’s only been one day with you but you confuse me so much and I-” You stopped instantly in the middle of your sentence, realizing that one of your favorite songs was playing. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Gerard inquired, thoroughly confused of what was going on.

“Oh. My. God!” you squealed.

“What is going on?” he repeated.

“It’s my favorite song!” you explained, grabbing his hand and yanking him up off the seat.

“What are we doing?” Gerard laughed.

“Dancing!” you exclaimed, swaying to the beat happily, twirling around. “Come on. Join me!”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I’m not that big on dancing.”

“Gerard,” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” he smirked, placing his hands on your hips and swaying alongside you. “But if Frank or anyone else sees me here, I will kill you.”

“I’m okay with that,” you giggled. “You can kill me any day.”

“I’m just joking,” he rolled his eyes, spinning you around once, then catching you in his arms. “I could never kill anyone as adorable as you.”

“I think you’re a softie,” you insisted, both of you swaying to the music. “All of this, the leather jackets, the cussing, the rock band, all of that, it’s a cover. You’re just scared of being vulnerable. That’s what I think.”

“That’s what you think?” he smiled, amused.

“Yeah,” you admitted.

“Well do you know what I think?” he questioned.

“What?” you inquired with a sly smile.

“I think you might like me,” he guessed.

“Really?” you smirked. “You think that?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, suddenly turning shy. “It was just an assumption.”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly. “So what if, um, what if I did like you? Just for instance?”

“Okay,” he took a moment to think for a second. “Well I think that maybe we could go on a nice date, to a bar or something maybe. Probably after one of my concerts, where I’d buy us a couple rounds of beer, and then your favorite song would come on, and we’d dance, even though I don’t really care for dancing. And maybe, just maybe if I got lucky enough, I could win a kiss at the end of the night. Because you know, I’d probably like you back.”

“Yeah?” a smile crept on your face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you know, that’s just for instance.”

“Oh,” you quickly responded. “Right…”

“Unless, you know, you really did like me,” he suggested. “And in that case, my assumption would be correct. I don’t know, cause uh, I didn’t get a response.”

“I see,” you sighed. “Are you still curious?”

“I guess you could call me that, yeah,” he admitted.

“I think I like you,” you confessed, not realizing that the song had stopped and the two of you were still swaying in each other’s arms.

“I think I like you too,” Gerard smirked. “So um, you think I could get lucky enough to get a kiss tonight?”

You didn’t even care to answer him, but instead, decided to plant your lips on his, pulling him closer towards you and felt him relax in your arms. “Yeah,” you chuckled, catching your breath when you both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. “I think you could get lucky tonight.”

“Well on that note,” he smirked. “I think we’ll have a very long eventful night in store for the two of us.”

“Not too eventful,” you narrowed your eyes, earning a laugh from him. You both looked around, realizing how dumb you must look standing up in the middle of the bar, and decided to return to your seats and finish your beers.

You two wasted away the rest of the night drinking and talking. You told him about your life, your family, your career, how you found out about his band, and all the crazy things you’ve heard about him. He told you about his insane experiences on tour, with the old photographer, being with the boys, becoming famous, singing on stage every night. You talked about what you thought the first time you saw him, and he told you about what he thought of you the first time he saw you. It was definitely interesting to see your two different viewpoints, and it must’ve been several rounds of beers before you both ended up kissing again, and eventually walking down the sidewalk and finding your way back to the tour bus. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself cuddled up with him in his bunker, both of you underneath the sheets, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to your neck. “You know what you said earlier?” he mumbled. “About me pretending to be tough and fierce and all that because I was afraid of being vulnerable?”

“Yeah?” you asked.

“You were right,” he admitted. “But I was just scared of getting hurt. I thought maybe if I opened up to someone, loved someone, I might get hurt. I don’t know. It’s probably stupid.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay. I just don’t get it, because I mean, you don’t have to be like that. You can let down your walls once in a while. You don’t have to treat everyone so rude. Just treat them like you treat me.”

“But they aren’t you,” he frowned. “Nobody’s like you.”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m crazy, you don’t have to remind me.”

“No, you’re perfect,” he chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips. “That’s why I love you.”

“Love me?” you widened your eyes. “I thought you liked me.”

“Well I might be a little more than like,” he admitted.

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Me too,” you grinned.

anyone down to do a CELEBRITY / NON-FAMOUS BEST FRIEND kinda thing ? like muse a is a world famous actor / singer / model who came from a small ass town, in the middle of nowhere. back home they’ve got their best friend aka muse b. muse b is keeping busy with college, trying not to miss their best friend too much, while they’re off working in hollywood. they’ve been friends since childhood and know each other in and out, like muse a knows when to stop pushing muse b’s buttons. muse b knows when muse a needs a hug, that kind of thing. one day muse a decides to ask muse b to come to hollywood to be their date for an publicity event, seeing as his famous girlfriend bailed. following the event, rumors start spreading like wildfire about the two of them being an item, and suddenly muse b is being followed around by paparazzi and muse a starts regretting ever bringing muse b to hollywood, bc muse b slowly starts changing. in the midst of it all there could be angst, and drama, and feelings arising. pls somebody give me this ! 

BONUS POINTS: somebody playing muse c — aka the famous girlfriend.

Those three words

When you stirred it was still dark and cold outside but you were under covers next to person who radiated heat so it was nice and warm. You were leaning your back against steadily rising chest behind. Harry tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you closer fully asleep. You smiled and wriggled so you could face him.

He looked so peaceful and beautiful. Actually a lot younger and more innocent than normally. His hair were all around his pillow and few curly stress were on his face too. Lips partnered he sighed when you reached out to put the wandering stress behind his ear. You pecked his lips and buried your face into his neck. His skin smelled so good; his own personal scent mixing with hint of fine cologne.

You felt his grip tightening even more.
”Baby?” Oh shit, you didn’t mean to wake him but he looked so irresistible and you jus couldn’t let him, could you?
”Sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you” you said feeling even more guilty.
”No worries, baby, I was already half awake” he claimed his voice raspy and thick. ”No you weren’t. Don’t try fool me, Harold. I watched you when you slept and you were almost in coma deep sleep” blurted out immediately flushing because that kind of confession wasn’t you. You hated cheesiness and sappy romance.

You saw how he started grinning sleepily because you accidentally slipped something that proved your affection towards him.
”You freak!” he blamed you with smile ear to ear as he leaned to kiss your burning cheeks.
”I’m not a freak. It’s completely normal and you do it to!” you argued trying to keep your poker face up but soon a smirk creeped on your face and revealed that you weren’t as serious that you meant to be.

”Babe, you are and it isn’t normal but i take that tho.. only because you’re so cute when you snore” he teased you as he left trail of sloppy kisses in your neck.
”For your information: I do not snore” you said confidently.
”And stop drooling on my neck. You ain’t dog”. Immedieately as you said that you felt his tongue on your skin and he started licking your neck all way up to chin and then to cheeks.
”Yhyy! Gross get of me!” you yelled laughing.
”No, I would never do that, love” he stated starting to tickle your sides with one hand and taking your hands above your head with another. He climbed over you so he could control your movements better and you were perfectly trapped.

”Harry, HARRYYYH STOPHH I CAN’T BREATHE” you screamed trying to free your wrist but he was too strong so you could only squirm.
”Yeah baby say my name, scream it” he mocked you with the cockiest smirk ever
seen.
”I SWEAR IF YOU DONT STOP NOW I WONT HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT OR WHOLE NEXT WEEK” you threatened still wriggling underneath him trying to get free.
”You won’t believe that even yourself, but fine I will stop if you want” he said slightly too quickly to be so sure that you wouldn’t fulfill your threat.

After saying that he collapsed over you with all his weight and because you weren’t exactly giant you crushed between him and a mattress so thightly that you could barely breathe.
”You are currently suffocating your girl, H, did you know that?” you spluttered out. ”No I’m not” he said as he rolled on his back  gripping his hands around you so you ended on top of him. Both of you were still under covers and you stopped thinking how an earth that could be possible. He stared you and stroked your back lightly with his huge hands.

You stared back to sparkling green eyes and daydreamed about something awfully corn even though he just had tortured you. You were so madly in love with him that you wanted to puke to your thoughts. It was so not you to be in love like this. You were that person who joked about death, threw knife sharp comments to everyone,  was done with the world and had most pessimistic attitude. You weren’t really nice towards any and no-one could refer to you as ’lovable’. Except him. You would never believe you would fall in love with anyone, least with world famous boyband singer who had completely opposite personality than yours. What did he see in you?

You thoughts were interrupted by that very boy pushing you down to mattress and snuggling his face to your neck.
”Pet me?” he asked sleepily while tugging your t-shirt.
”Well, H, I think you don’t deserve that because of your earlier actions.”
”Please, Y/n please, love. I’m so sorry that I tickled you, kitten. And I swear I never do that again. Would you please pet me now babe?” He looked you with those big lost puppy dog eyes straight to your soul.

His mode has went from mischievous to clingy in matter of seconds and you  couldn’t resist this big amount of cuteness.
”Fine” you agreed pretending to be annoyed. But your act didn’t work cause he saw right trough it.
”Y/n don’t act like you don’t want to do that i know you do” he said cheekily and took your hand and placed it to his cheek. His mood swings were particularly fast today.  You sighed smiling and stroked his cheek as his eyes closed slowly and started fluttering.

You didn’t know how long you have been laying there and you were pretty sure that he had fallen asleep again when his voice barely louder than whisper woke you from your deep thoughts.
”Y/n do you love me? ’Cause I surely do love you and if you don’t then… ” he was interrupted by your lips. He had said those words that you were holding few days know in your dark and twisted mind. You just were too afraid of losing him to say them out loud.
Kiss grew so deep that when you partened you both were breathless and smiling ear to ear.  ”Look, H, I don’t say these kind of things a lot but… here it comes…beware! I love you so much it aches my chest, how could you even doubt that?” you managed to say between deep breaths.

You were shamed because you couldn’t look him in the eyes while saying that but it was already hart for you. You decided to look him now to see his reaction to your words. For a second you thought that you saw his eye wetting but you didn’t have too much time to process that or take a closer look cause he crushed his lips to yours and rolled to hover over you. Your hands tangled into his hair and his were running on your body. This kiss grew even stronger than the earlier one and both of you started to get really turned on.  

He pulled away and cupped your cheeks to his hands like your face would be the most fragile thing in the world.
”You are so beautiful Y/n” you flushed slightly.  
”So are you” for a moment you just stared each other and then he buried his face to your neck and started sucking and nipping your skin lightly. You gasped as he hit your sweet spot and wrapped your arms around him.

You pulled him up so you could kiss. It felt like whole world could be collapsing around and you wouldn’t even notice. Both of your hands were roaming around each others body. His were under your t-shirt and yours under his. Your movements were slow but steamy. Both of you took the time to feel each others. He lifted himself a bit so you could strip out of your clothes. He was kneeling between your thighs as he took his shirt off first and then helped with yours.

He hovered over you and pecked kisses to your neck and chest. Slowly he pulled bra straps down to your upper arm and kissed your collarbones. You felt shiver go down your spine when he went down to your sternum leaving trail of kisses behind him. You closed your eyes when he unclasped your bras and threw them somewhere.
”Baby, are you okay?” oh his voice was so deep and it went straight down with another shiver.
”Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you asked whispering almost forgotten how to speak. ”’Cause you are shaking at the moment” he said looking curious but more than anything lustful.

You haven’t noticed before but, yeah, your whole body was shaking.
”Oh, well I guess you did that” you whispered not sure what to say. He looked stunned
”But I- I just kissed you nothing more…how..how..I don’t underst..?”. You were quiet for moment:
”Well I think it is not about that how you kiss me it’s more about that it’s you who is kissing me” you explained. He looked you love in his eyes  
”If that’s the case..i wouldn’t mind to..” he leaned down and continued kissing your sternum his lips barely touching your skin.

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After when you were lying on his chest you wondered how you felt so loved and peaceful and safe with him right now. You have had sex million times but this felt different. Usually both of you like it rough and fast-paced but this time there was no rush or harsh moves. Just you and him loving each others. You hated term ”make love” in all it cheesiness but now you understood the point of it.



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Hockey Coach

Requested: could you do one where you are the ice hockey coach of aaliyah and at one parctise you meet shawn?

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You’ve loved hockey for as long as you can remember. Now that you’re eighteen and attending university, you aren’t playing in a league like you used to, but you couldn’t walk away from hockey completely. That’s why you found yourself volunteering to coach a thirteen and under girls team. The girls are all sweethearts, although some days are more difficult than others. Coaching girls has taught you so much, even though you were their age only five years ago, you feel like you’re so different now, but they definitely remind you of yourself at that age. Thirteen is a hard age so you have to definitely be sensitive when you’re dealing with them.

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Ebenezer Styles

by frosteddream (10k)

Published : 2016-12-18

Harry Styles is the world famous lead singer of his band, The Commoners. He has a ridiculously horrid attitude and cares about no one but himself. However, that will change when he’s visited by three spirits. (A Christmas Carol AU)

Prior

You meet online (before harry auditions for x factor) and speak for a few years. You think harry will forget you because he’s now famous but he doesn’t and he finally wants to meet you as he has the money to do so.

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You knew your mother would have killed you if she knew that you had been spending so much of your time online talking to a boy. You were only 16, after all; it wasn’t exactly the safest thing you could do. But you had one site that you visited almost daily – an online game which had a large community of other players with whom you could interact with if you chose – and that’s where you had started talking to Harry.

You had no real way of knowing if you were actually talking to someone whose name was Harry Styles and was also 16 and lived in Cheshire, but you liked the idea of it. It wasn’t as if you were giving him any personal information. You weren’t exchanging photos or addresses or planning on meeting up; you were just messaging each other online.

One of the things that kept you interested in talking to Harry was how interested he seemed in talking to you. He spoke like a 16-year-old boy, but he also seemed wise beyond his years. After a few months of talking, you had already discovered a lot of things about each other and had developed a friendship that seemed almost completely normal, except for the fact that you had never seen each other in person.

The two of you typically talked every single day around the time you both got home from school. All of a sudden, however, you noticed that Harry wasn’t around as much. He popped on every few days, but it was far less frequent and also very brief. He still managed to message you whenever he could, but something had changed. You started to get a bit worried that he was going to stop talking to you altogether and wondered if it was something you had done.

You finally decided to question him about it when you saw him online after being gone for a few days.


Hey.

Hey.

Where have you been?

Sorry I haven’t been around. I have a good reason though, I promise.

Can you tell me what it is?

I…don’t know if I’m allowed to, yet.

What do you mean, not allowed?

It’s supposed to be a secret for now.

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Stay With Me (2)

Word Count: 3065

Genre: Roaring20s!Yoongi (Womanizer!Yoongi? Playboy!Yoongi? idk) It does have suggestive light smut

|| In the time of the Roaring 20s, Min Yoongi is a world-famous jazz singer. Known for being an alluring womanizer, he’s quite confident he’ll have any girl under his spell. But when he sees Y/N in the bar during his show, all of a sudden he’s breaking his own rules. He’s no good for her, but he just can’t seem to let her go.

A/N: Inspired by this post so creds to OP

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I don’t sleep on the first date.” Her voice was low and husky, her warm breath sending chills down Yoongi’s spine. When her words finally registered in his mind, Yoongi’s eyes bulged. If he wasn’t going to nail her that night, he might never be able to; he was leaving town the morning after.

“Miss, I leave town tomorrow morning. I might never see you again.” Yoongi’s voice waivered, his eyes looking in every direction but hers. A sense of panic almost washed over Y/N, but she knew better than to show him her real feelings.

“Then convince me, Mr. Min.” Y/N distanced herself from him, her arms folding across her chest and her legs crossing themselves. Clearing his throat, Yoongi’s eyes darted to scan the restaurants and speakeasies passing by, praying he’ll be able to hit all the proper high notes to take Y/N home. Suddenly passing an expensive looking restaurant, Yoongi quickly tells the driver to pull his cab over. Yoongi hopped out of the cab first, holding out his arm for Y/N to take. Linking their arms, both head into the restaurant, grabbing a table for two.

Y/N was an average woman who didn’t earn much, but had enough to get by. Even for her, the restaurant seemed fancier than anything she had ever encountered. Red carpets and real leather chairs. A fountain outside and people dressed up; it almost seemed like a dream. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, adorned with what looked like real diamonds. How posh.

“If this isn’t your cup of rum and cola, Y/N, we can always go to the speakeasy near here.” Yoongi’s voice was raspy and quiet, his breath barely grazing her ear. Scanning the patrons and their food, Y/N thought about going to the speakeasy; it didn’t sound half bad. She’d be able to dance her worries away like she was supposed to last night, and she’d be able to drink as much as she’d like as long as Yoongi covered the cost.

“I think I’d rather go dancing.” Her eyes glistening at the thought of a jazz-filled evening.

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“Don’t tell anypony you saw me like this, okay? If news got out, those silly celebrity gossip magazines would have a field day.”

I asked you all what kind of art you wanted from me in my last deviantart poll…“Sweetie Bell nextgen” came up a lot, so…yeah, sure. I have a foal for Sweetie Bell planned, sure. Just don’t tell anypony she’s preggo. Being a world-famous singer-songwriter means you simply have to keep some things on the down low, if you don’t want pony paparazzi pounding down your doorstep asking intrusive questions about weight gain and swollen ankles

who is the father, i wonder, and will the foal be a colt or filly? i like hearing your speculations plus i’m kind of a tease and don’t want to reveal too much yet

NYC: Part 2 (Request)

Alright, here is the long-awaited sequel to “NYC”; the first part can be found here! Enjoy!

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“I promise I won’t kill you.” He said with a grin, almost as if he had read your mind.

You smirked back. “That’s exactly the type of thing a psycho killer would say.”

“I’ll be a nice psycho killer,” He continued, “and wait until after you’ve been able to have the best pizza in New York City.”

Harry hadn’t been wrong about the pizza. It literally was the best you had ever tasted; so much so that you had eaten three slices which was almost unheard of for you. When you had finished, all of the buses had stopped running for the night. It was only then that you realized how late it was because you didn’t feel even a bit tired. Harry had insisted on walking you home to your dorm because there was no chance he was going to let you go alone. When he dropped you off at the front door, the two of you stood there for a slightly awkward amount of time without saying anything.

“So…”

“So.”

“I’m glad you liked the pizza.”

You nodded and fumbled awkwardly with your keys.

“Listen,” Harry said, letting out a breath, “I had a really good time with you and I’d love to see you again.”

You smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

“Thing is, I’m leaving tomorrow night for another leg of the tour. I won’t be back in the States for a while.”

You felt your heart fall as he spoke. Even though you had only spent a couple of hours with him, you were disappointed that he wasn’t going to be around.

“Can I give you my number?” He asked. “We can keep in contact while I’m gone? Maybe Skype chat once in a while?”

“Yeah, yes!” You said, a little too eagerly which you mentally kicked yourself for.

Harry smirked at you and the two of you exchanged contact information. When he said goodbye and left you, you felt a little weird. Obviously, Harry was a very good looking guy with a great personality. But he was still The Harry Styles. As much as you wanted to believe that the two of you would stay in touch while he was away, you had to be realistic and remember that this was a guy who was a world-renowned superstar, even if he hated the connotations that came with his fame. There was a good chance he had dozens of girls’ numbers in his phone and you bet that most of them were a lot more interesting than you were.

Being as negative about yourself as you were, you forced yourself to forget about Harry over the next few weeks, which wasn’t an easy task. But you focused on your classes and your schoolwork and, slowly, he became only an occasional memory.

Until he called you.

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Stay With Me

Word Count: 3042

Genre: Roaring20s!Yoongi (Womanizer!Yoongi? Playboy!Yoongi? idk) It does have suggestive smut

|| In the time of the Roaring 20s, Min Yoongi is a world-famous jazz singer. Known for being an alluring womanizer, he’s quite confident he’ll have any girl under his spell. But when he sees Y/N in the bar during his show, all of a sudden he’s breaking his own rules. He’s no good for her, but he just can’t seem to let her go.

A/N: Inspired by this post so creds to OP

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Originally posted by yoonkooks

The year was 1924; the Roaring 20s. Economic prosperity was at its highest, and everyone was happy. Everyone, except Min Yoongi. Sly and suave on the outside, broken and empty on the inside. But no one ever knew that, not even the countless women that slept next to him. There laid Yoongi, slumped in another hotel bed, exhausted from last night’s set and after party. A glass of ice cold whiskey loosely held in his hands, the condensation piling up where his fingers meet the glass. His eyes empty and cold as he stared at the women next to him underneath the white sheets. She didn’t stir in her sleep, and her hair was splayed out on the pillow.

Yoongi set his cup on the nightstand, picking up an unfinished cigarette from the ash tray to take a drag. He threw off the blanket, not caring if he woke up the girl. Slipping on his suit and white dress shirt, he took out his cigarette box, pulling one out and placing it behind his ear. Yoongi’s platinum blond hair was messy, but he knew only a comb and some hairspray would put it in its place. At this point in the early morning, he couldn’t care less if he looked presentable. It’s not like he ever had any morning shows aside from Monday morning radio shows, and his next set wasn’t until eight at night. Grabbing his bottle of whiskey and fixing his tie in the mirror, he leaves the sleeping woman whose name he didn’t even know.

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