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Drafting: The Theory of Shitty First Drafts

Writing books often exhort you to “write a shitty first draft,” but I always resisted this advice. After all,

  1. I was already writing shitty drafts, even when I tried to write good ones. Why go out of my way to make them shittier?
  2. A shitty first draft just kicks the can down the road, doesn’t it? Sooner or later, I’d have to write a good draft—why put it off?
  3. If I wrote without judging what I wrote, how would I make any creative choices at all?
  4. That first draft inevitably obscured my original vision, so I wanted it to be at least slightly good.
  5. Writing something shitty meant I was shitty.

So for years, I kept writing careful, cramped, painstaking first drafts—when I managed to write at all. At last, writing became so joyless, so draining, so agonizing for me that I got desperate: I either needed to quit writing altogether or give the shitty-first-draft thing a try.

Turns out everything I believed about drafting was wrong.

For the last six months, I’ve written all my first drafts in full-on don’t-give-a-fuck mode. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

“Shitty first draft” is a misnomer

A rough draft isn’t just a shitty story, any more than a painter’s preparatory sketch is just a shitty painting. Like a sketch, a draft is its own kind of thing: not a lesser version of the finished story, but a guide for making the finished story.

Once I started thinking of my rough drafts as preparatory sketches, I stopped fretting over how “bad” they were. Is a sketch “bad”? And actually, a rough draft can be beautiful the same way a sketch is beautiful: it has its own messy energy.

Don’t try to do everything at once

People who make complex things need to solve one kind of problem before they can solve others. A painter might need to work out where the big shapes go before they can paint the details. A writer might need to decide what two people are saying to each other before they can describe the light in the room or what those people are doing with their hands.

I’d always embraced this principle up to a point. In the early stages, I’d speculate and daydream and make messy notes. But that freedom would end as soon as I started drafting. When you write a scene, I thought, you have to start with the first word and write the rest in order. Then it dawned on me: nobody would ever see this! I could write the dialogue first and the action later; or the action first and the dialogue later; or some dialogue and action first and then interior monologue later; or I could write the whole thing like I was explaining the plot to my friend over the phone. The draft was just one very long, very detailed note to myself. Not a story, but a preparatory sketch for a story. Why not do it in whatever weird order made sense to me?

Get all your thoughts onto the page

Here’s how I used to write: I’d sit there staring at the screen and I’d think of something—then judge it, reject it, and reach for something else, which I’d most likely reject as well—all without ever fully knowing what those things were. And once you start rejecting thoughts, it’s hard to stop. If you don’t write down the first one, or the second, or the third, eventually your thought-generating mechanism jams up. You become convinced you have no thoughts at all.

When I compare my old drafts with my new ones, the old ones look coherent enough. They’re presentable as stories. But they suck as drafts, because I can’t see myself thinking in them. I have no idea what I wanted that story to be. These drafts are opaque and airless, inscrutable even to me, because a good 90% of what I was thinking while I wrote them never made it onto the page.

These days, most of my thoughts go onto the page, in one form or another. I don’t waste time figuring out how to say something, I just ask, “what are you trying to say here?” and write that down. Because this isn’t a story, it’s a plan for a story, so I just need the words to be clear, not beautiful. The drafts I write now are full of placeholders and weird meta notes, but when I read them, I can see where my mind is going. I can see what I’m trying to do. Consequently, I no longer feel like my drafts obscure my original vision. In fact, their whole purpose is to describe that vision.

Drafts are memos to future-you

To draft effectively, you need a personal drafting style or “language” to communicate with your future self (who is, of course, the author of your second draft). This language needs to record your ideas quickly so it can keep up with the pace of your imagination, but it needs to do so in a form that will make sense to you later. That’s why everyone’s drafts look different: your drafting style has to fit the way your mind works.

I’m still working mine out. Honestly, it might take a while. But recently, I started writing in fragments. That’s just how my mind works: I get pieces of sentences before I understand how to fit them together. Wrestling with syntax was slowing me down, so now I just generate the pieces and save their logical relationships for later. Drafting effectively means learning these things about yourself. And to do that, you can’t get all judgmental. You can’t fret over how you should be writing, you just gotta get it done.

Messy drafts are easier to revise

I find that drafting quickly and messily keeps the story from prematurely “hardening” into a mute, opaque object I’m afraid to change. I no longer do that thing, for instance, where I endlessly polish the first few paragraphs of a draft without moving on. Because how do you polish a bunch of fragments taped together with dashes? A draft that looks patently “unfinished” stays malleable, makes me want to dig my hands in and move stuff around.

You already have ideas

Sitting down to write a story, I used to feel this awful responsibility to create something good. Now I treat drafting simply as documenting ideas I already have—not as creation at all, but as observation and description. I don’t wait around for good words or good ideas. I just skim off whatever’s floating on the surface and write it down. It’s that which allows other, potentially better ideas to surface.

As a younger writer, my misery and frustration perpetuated themselves: suppressing so many thoughts made my writing cramped and inhibited, which convinced me I had no ideas, which made me even more afraid to write lest I discover how empty inside I really was. That was my fear, I guess: if I looked squarely at my innocent, unvetted, unvarnished ideas, I’d see how bad they truly were, and then I’d have to—what, pack up and go home? Never write again? I don’t know. But when I stopped rejecting ideas and started dumping them onto the page, the worst didn’t happen. In fact, it was a huge relief.


Next post: the practice of shitty first drafts

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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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Jealously With a Twist: Teen Wolf

Originally posted by teenwolf

A/N: All the Gifs used are not mine! A combination of Fluff and Smut so its now call Smuff, but there’s no smut in this, just sexy scene. I’m rambling, I’m sorry but i hope you all ENJOY!

Warning: Cursing, Sexy scene but not Sexy Time, Booty Slapping, & Alpha/Beta/Omega structure for some of the imagines.

Scott McCall:

“So Alpha, tell me do you get jealous often?” You asked Scott leaning against the coffee table swirling your finger on the wood softly. He looked at you and down at your finger movements before meeting your eyes, his glowing red eyes staring back at your eyes “No what would give you that idea, the fact that my eyes or red, or that I was removed from the lacrosse field?” He asked cocking his neck slightly. He was fuming with anger, claws showing, red eyes, heavy breathing kind of anger and you knew exactly why, you looked down to what you were wearing “Does the jersey bother you that much that you went Alpha on the field? Scott , he’s a child.” You said gesturing to Liam’s jersey looking at Scott which only angered him more.

“Yeah, a child whose jersey is wrapped around my girlfriend’s body.” Scott said lowly approaching you carefully until his hands were lying on both of your sides resting against the coffee table “If you scratch Coach’s desk, he’s going to flip.” You asked softly staring into Scott’s eyes “You think I give a shit about his desk? I give more of a shit of why YOU’RE wearing his jersey.” Scott said leaning closer to your face causing you to hold your breath. You didn’t want to tell him the truth because it was only going to anger him more, and after the anger had settled he would hate himself for not being there, just as you were going to open your mouth.

“NO LIES. THE TRUTH (Y/N)!” He yelled causing you to jump in fright but he didn’t care at this point all he saw was red. “I.. I was attacked on my way to the game.. some guys came and tried to .. tried to hurt me… Liam was walking to the game.. he saw them.. as the tried to … hurt me.. he saved.. me.. Scott .. he saved me..” was all you said before sliding down to the floor, tears had began to stream down your face, you couldn’t control your fear, your hurt, your feelings. “Baby.. I .. I’m so sorry..” Scott said sinking to the floor sitting in front of you, without thinking you threw yourself into his arms and continued to cry.

“I was so scared Scott.. I felt so useless..” you said softly through your tears, Scott sat you in his lap cooing at you, while stroking your hair trying his best to calm you down “I’m sorry I wasn’t there baby.. I’m sorry you went through that.. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you..” he kept repeating as he softly rocked you. “Jealous or not McCall.. I love you.” You said softly as he kissed your forehead “This is so much better than watching you play lacrosse.” You said laughing causing Scotts chest to throw a fit of laughter.

“Man, I am on lucky guy huh?” He said kissing your hair, holding you tightly to him, protecting you.

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Stiles Stilinski:

Malia Tate. Must you continue. Ever since you and Stiles had gotten together she was always showing up at Stiles’ house asking him for help and of course since your lovable, sweet and oblivious boyfriend couldn’t see that she was just doing it on purpose he didn’t put a stop to helping her. You knocked on Stiles door to hear rustling and a couple of giggles just as you were going to open the door, Malia swung it open with a smile on her face “Hello (Y/N). We were just talking about you.” She said smiling at you which made you feel weird on the inside, as you looked over to Stiles you noticed it immediately. A kiss mark. On his cheek.

“It seems I’m interrupting something. If you’ll excuse me.“ You said turning around, running out of Stiles house trying to keep your tears at a minimum ”(Y/N)! Wait up babe! What the hell!“ He said catching you and pulling you back to him "Why are you leaving?” He asked looking at you confused, you said nothing but point to his cheek, he raised his eyebrow grabbing his phone to see what was on his cheek “Babe. Seriously?” Was all he said, just as you were going to walk away he grabbed your hand “Baby, Scott’s mom came by earlier, she gave me this kiss. Malia even mentioned it to.. wait, you thought?” He asked drifting away.

“No, baby I would never cheat on you.” He said wrapping an arm around your waist pulling yourself closer to him “So why have you a Malia been hanging out all week then?” You asked softly not trusting your own voice. “What’s today? Thursday right? Isn’t there something really important going on this exact Thursday?” He asked looking around and then it hit you “Shit.” was all you said before slapping your forehead “Yeah, so busy thinking I was cheating on you, you forgot. 6 months.” He said pulling you towards his house.

“Okay but that doesn’t explain Malia.” You said standing your ground on the fact while walking to his house “You’ll see.” He said before covering your eyes with his hands carefully walking you into his house, usually you would be amused but you weren’t exactly in the mood to receive a surprise. “Ready? 3…2…1..” you heard Stiles whisper in your ear as you opened your eyes to reveal a beautiful candlelit dinner “I couldn’t get the reservation in time, so Malia helped me with the idea. I don’t know how but that’s why we were spending more time together baby.. do you like it?” He asked fidgeting with his hands waiting for your reaction, you grabbed his hands looking up at him “Baby, I love it.” You said tiptoeing to kiss him.

“No reason to be jealous baby. You have my all.” He said holding you tightly kissing you once more before ushering you to your seat “I better Stilinski.” You said sitting in your seat, looking over at Malia, Scott and Liam “They will be serving us tonight.” Stiles said smirking causing you to laugh “Oh god, this is an anniversary I’m afraid you won’t be able to top.” You said laughing hysterically.

“Oh my love , trust me. I will.” He said taking you hand and placing a gentle kiss on it giving you a quick wink. Now you had to see what else Stiles had up his sleeve.

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Derek Hale:

You were waiting on the steps of Beacon Hills High waiting for Derek to come pick you up, like he promised but as twenty minutes passed you felt less and less sure that he would be coming at all “Hey, (Y/N) still waiting?” You heard Isaac say as he sat next to you on the steps with his lacrosse gear “Practice is already over?” You said in pure shock, watching Isaac slowly nod his head trying not to screw Derek over. “I’ve been waiting for an hour and a half and he’s still not here.” You said giving up hope that he was coming at all, you grabbed your things in defeat “Hey, let me walk you home.” Isaac said grabbing your bag that felt like pure rocks.

“Thanks Isaac.” You said leaning into his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist “It’s okay, I’m sure he has a good reason (Y/N/N).” He said softly as if praying Derek had a good reason. The walk was quiet but that was alright because you weren’t really in the mood to talk about anything and Isaac understood that seeing as it was the third time this week that Derek stood you up. You had finally reached your home to see Derek sitting on your porch with flowers and a small smile, that immediately dropped when he saw Isaac’s hand on your waist. “So what’s this?” Derek sneers referring to Isaac’s hand which was still at your waist.

“Well since you don’t know the first thing about being a boyfriend and keeping your promises, someone has to right.” You said roughly as if it was a slap you had been waiting to give Derek “(Y/N) watch yourself. You wouldn’t want your little lover boy over here hurt would you.” Derek said with his eyes glowing red. You marched up to Derek, not fearing his temper “Derek Hale. I dare you to injure that boy because if you do I’ll never forgive you.” You said likely threatening his authority “Don’t forget, your Alpha position doesn’t effect me. Never will. So don’t you dare disrespect your Luna by treating her like one of your pack members because I can ruin your life.” You said softly tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Bye Isaac, thank you for walking me home AGAIN. Now if you’ll excuse your Alpha because me and him have to talk.” You said threateningly causing Isaac to jet down the block “GOOD LUCK ALPHA!” Isaac yelled picking up full speed until he was no longer seen on the block, Derek turned to face you.

“Am I really in trouble?” He said smirking “Derek, three times in one week. Hell yeah you’re in trouble, now get your fine ass in this house because you got some explaining to do.” You said rolling your eyes as you walked into the house with a sour Alpha following behind you.

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Chris Argent:

You were doing your rounds at the hospital when you noticed a familiar name “Argent, C” you rushed into the room to see Chris Argent trying to unwrap his bandages “I’m sure you gave the nurse a hard time to put those on.” You said leaning against the door “Shit. (Y/N). Yeah, she wasn’t my favorite nurse, you know that.” He said winking at you, causing you to laugh.

Every time he was at the hospital he would always find a way to get caught or in trouble just to see you, he always flirted with you and you couldn’t complain because Chris was such an attractive man.

“Ah, Mr. Argent. Trying to gussy up to my girl are we?” Doctor Monroe said reading off Chris’ chart list, you rolled your eyes at the statement. Doctor Monroe had been trying to get into your pants from his first day at the hospital “Oh are you in a relationship? Funny, she never mentioned you when I took her out to dinner.” Chris said calmly and collective as he looked at Doctor Monroe’s expression.

“Well then, you shouldn’t be led on Mr. Argent. So yes me and (Y/N) are together.” Monroe said trying to mimic Chris’ calmness, you began to swat Chris’ hands away and started to rewrap his bandages “Are you sure we’re talking about the same girl because this lovely nurse has already agreed that her heart is mine?” Chris said grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him “Isn’t that right (Y/N)? You’re all mine?” He said lowly causing you to stare at him mouth slightly open due to his movements and questions “Of course Chris.” You said in a blank state.

“Therefore Doctor Monroe, you have the wrong girl.” Chris said giving the Doctor the side eye as he watched him walk away, still holding you close to him “With all that said, how does dinner sound?” Chris said lowly in your ear “It sounds lovely, Chris I never knew you were the possessive type.” You whispered still in shock “Honey, there are so many thing you have yet to learn about me.” Chris said pulling you away winking at you slightly “Thanks for bandaging me up.” Chris said kissing your hand winking at you, as you blushed and walked out the room trying to breathe evenly.

Originally posted by kingclaremary

Liam Dunbar:

You were laying on the bed trying to replay the conversation that you had overhead between Liam and Scott.

“What if I hurt her Scott? What if she doesn’t love me then what? What if it takes over because if anger what am I going to do?” Liam said punching the locker next to his causing you to jump in place. “But what if she likes you too Liam? Then what? Sit here like an idiot and get mad anytime a guy gives her attention?” Scott said leaning against the now beat locker “Scott, I can’t… I don’t want to hurt her..” Liam said with pure fear in his voice “You won’t. Come on, let’s go before someone sees you.” Scott said walking into the bathroom with little Liam following behind him.

You tried to grasp who and what they were talking about when you heard a knock on your window, causing you to turn your head in the direction to reveal Liam Dunbar standing there awkwardly, you quickly opened your window allowing him to enter “Liam, what the hell are you doing at my window? You know I have a door that you can knock on?” You said standing with your hands on your hips. “(Y/N) it’s 3 am. What sane person knocks on a door?” He asked sitting on your bed shutting the window behind him. “Okay, you got me. So what’s up?” You said sitting next to him causing him to shift uncomfortably while blushing. “It’s me.” You said staring at him grabbing his hand “You were talking about me weren’t you?” You asked looking into Liam’s guilty eyes “I knew you were listening.. shit..” he said looking down trying to pull his hands away, you cupped his face causing him to look at you.

“Kyle, Jake, Caleb. I paid them to flirt with me just to see if I was right about my accusations. You like me Dunbar?” You said looking at him “You paid them? What the hell (Y/N).” He said looking at you confused, but you had no answer for his other than bringing your lips down to his, the kiss quickly turned into a feverish heat of need. He softly broke the kiss “Why did you do that?” He asked softly in your ear “What kiss you?” You asked looking away feeling ashamed of your advances until you felt Liam’s hands pin yours to your bed as he slowly dragged his tongue softly down your neck “No, pay them to flirt with you. (Y/N), do you know how dangerous that is?” He asked gripping onto your hands tightly causing you to look at him, his eyes gold and dilated. You had seen his gold eyes before when he was angry or threatened “That was a bad move for such a pretty girl. Do you know what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine?” He said kissing your neck softly.

“What?” You asked breathlessly “I have to mark them.” He said lowly and he then bit down softly on your neck sucking on spot until he was happy with the size. He rose from your bed opening your window “At school, I better see that mark. Or else you won’t like what comes after it.” He said before disappearing from your room, you were confused at his statement until you looked in the mirror and saw the bright red mark on your neck “Liam. Fucking. Dunbar.” You said softly already planning his funeral with a smirk on your face.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Jordan Parrish: 

You were leaning in your chair with your eyes traveling his face trying to see if he would give you any information by his movement or expression but Peter was a professional when it came to the Sheriff’s department, so you thought a different approach would work better.

You walked over to the front of the desk laying your hands on the sides of Peter’s chair causing him to shift “What is this bad cop, good cop? Honey we both know that it’s not going to work on me.” he said calmly his every word hitting your face “Oh, honey, this isn’t good or bad. This is my hidden attraction for you. I have a thing for criminals in chains.” you whispered softly in his ear causing him to shift uncomfortably “What?” he asked looking at you in pure shock as you smirked leaning against the desk now “Seeing as your weakened by something you didn’t expect I’ll allow someone else to interview you.” You said grabbing your files, walking out of the room to bump into someone hard and psychically hot.

“Shit.” Was all you said as the burning person grabbed your hand and forcefully led you to Sheriff Stilinski’s office. “Want to explain yourself?” Jordan asked you standing in front of you full of authority. You were trying your hard to focus on him but you couldn’t get passed how hot he was pissed off “Well baby, I needed Peter to talk for the departments well being, so I did what I had to do.” You said sitting on the desk not wanting to stand “To hell with the department, do you have feelings for that criminal?” Jordan spat out the words causing you to become putty in his hands “Parrish.” you purred stretching to grab his uniform shirt pulling him closer to you feeling his heat radiant off of him.

“The only man I’m interested has to be single handedly the hottest man on this earth, literally, he burns as hot as a third degree burn yet is alive and I love him and everything about him.” you said wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer “And he is the only man that I want, so Jordan Parrish, shut up and kiss me.” you said softly leaning into his lips waiting for them to connect “Not now. Later.” he said unraveling himself from you and throwing you over his shoulder walking out of Sheriff Stilinski’s office gently slapping your ass. “This is all mine.” he said softly looking in the direction of Peter knowing he would be listening.

Originally posted by mieczyslawstilesstilinski

Peter Hale:

“Only you would be the one to get caught in something so stupid Peter.” You said cautiously pulling out the bullet lodged into Peter’s chest. “God all you do is bring yourself hell and pain huh?” you ask stitching him up “Is that why you find me attractive?” he said smirking through the pain that was now coursing through his body “Not at all.” you said rolling your eyes looking over at Derek who sat on the couch watching you and his uncle interact “I don’t know why you bother pay him any mind. Hes an old man, you need someone young and ready to take you to heights you’ve never been before.” Derek said smirking laying into the couch causing his uncle to tense up “Is that truly necessary?” Peter grinded his teeth staring coldly at Derek watching him shrug.

“(Y/N), don’t you feel it necessary?” Derek asked grabbing your hand causing you to jump in surprise. “Whatever the hell is going on between you two leave me out of it thank you.” You said packing your medical gear “Peter please, try not to burst your stitches because I won’t be coming back tonight.” You said grabbing your coat ready to exit “Why? Got a hot date?” Derek said now full of curiosity.

“Well if you must know. I do actually.” You said smirking walking out of the loft without a single word. “We’re going to get your girl.” Derek said throwing a jacket at Peter as he shortly followed after you, trying to stay out of sight. When you had reached your home you quickly changed into your shorts and tank top throwing yourself on your couch, with your popcorn on the coffee table and just as you were about to start “Game Of Thrones” you heard a knock at the door “Coming!” you yelled not really wanting to open it.

Once you reached the doorway and opened the door you saw Peter standing there looking inside your home “Are you alone?” he asked confused causing you to laugh “Well, I was until you came. Wanted to see my hot date?” you asked walking into your house sitting back on your couch “I was expecting someone yes.” he said walking behind you closing the door as he made his way to your couch “Your date is the TV show isn’t it?” he asked looking at the screen “No actually. You are.” you said smirking “You think I don’t know how you feel about me? The only reason you even came is because you were angered by the idea of me being with someone else.” you said moving next to him.

“So what if I was?” he said pouting pulling you closer into his side by wrapping an arm around you “Nothing, I would say that it’s cute that you actually have feelings Peter.” you said kissing his cheek “So hot date night?” he asked grabbing the remote which caused you to nod as he began the show. “Best date night.” you said snuggling into his side smelling his cologne and feeling his heartbeat.

Originally posted by dunbarfeels

Isaac Lahey:

“Seriously? He was ALL OVER YOU!” Isaac yelled at you causing you to flinch, he had never raised his voice at you before “Isaac I pushed him away! BUT I’M ONLY HUMAN!” you yelled back feeling anger rise inside you because he knew you weren’t the strongest person in this world. “So his lips, just magically nearly touched yours? Huh?” he spat looking at you in disgust “I slapped him Isaac. Were you even paying attention?” you asked grabbing his jersey pulling him down to look at you.

“Isaac Lahey, you better calm the fuck down. Because you’re acting like a child right now. You know I would never hurt you, so stop it.” you said softly looking at him sink into the ground shaking harshly. “(Y/N), how can I relax.. He’s more open than me, handsome, funny, and isn’t afraid to show you off like you deserve..” he said softly, his voice cracking in between his sentence “How can I compete with a guy who’s beyond me.. I was lucky enough to get you to agree to be my girlfriend because we both know that you’re way out of my league.” he said softly now the tears slowly beginning to slide down his face.

You sat next to him softly cupping his face in the most gentle way possible hoping he would flinch to your touch, as you turned his head he looked into your eyes “Isaac, baby, listen to me. I don’t need a man who is trying to show me off as a prize, I don’t need a man who is openly funny, who flirts with other people, I don’t need anyone who isn’t you. You are my rock and I am your anchor. You can’t get jealous because you feel threatened, Isaac there is no one else that could threaten this relationship. I love you.” you said kissing his forehead, holding his hands squeezing them for support.

“I love that you’re more reserved, and only funny when it’s me and you, I love that you only show me off when you want to because you want to genuinely show others your happy not because you want anyone to envy you. I love you for you Isaac Lahey. Now stop second guessing yourself so I can show off my incredibly sensitive and loving boyfriend.” you say kissing his lips softly getting up from the floor pulling his arm up in the process as he smiled at you “I love you (Y/N).” he said wrapping an arm around you dipping you slowly kissing you intensely before exiting the room to face Beacon Hills once again, but as always you wouldn’t be facing it alone. Not when you have your rock and he had his anchor.

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Theo Raeken:

You’d been avoiding Theo like wildfire for about a week and you could tell that his patience with you had come to an abrupt halt as he had now cornered you in the girls locker room after cheer practice. “Care to explain where the hell you’ve been all week?” he said smirking but the yellow eyes glaring at you painted another picture “Of, me. I was just hanging out with Stiles and Scott, why? Did you need me?” you asked pushing past him as you continued to pack your belongings “So youve been avoiding me all week to whore around with two other guys?” Theo said lowly and as badly as you wanted to snap his head off for his comment you kept your cool because you didn’t plan a week’s worth of shit to screw everything up in a second. “I wouldn’t say ‘whoring’ around, more like being tutored to not fail math.” you said slamming your locker facing Theo smiling.

You walked out of the locker room and made your way to your car that was waiting for you in the parking lot “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked swinging your keys between his fingers. “Theo, I’m tired I just want to go home. If you’re offering to drive that’s great.” you said ignoring him and anything he had to say about your previous comment. You sat in your car as you waited for Theo to begin driving you home, the car ride was silent and uneventful but you kept fidgeting in your seat because you couldn’t wait to see his reaction for his surprise. “Okay, were here.” he said still gripping the steering wheel with anger “I have something to show you..” you said opening the car door making your way to your door “What is it? A portrait of you and your two new boyfriends?” he sneered causing you to laugh. “Nope, something way better.” you said opening the door to your home.

You swung the door wide to watch his reaction change, you were a bit afraid because Theo hadn’t celebrated his birthday for a long time since his sister had, passed. “Please don’t hate it or me.. I worked so hard for this Theo.. I know you are fond of parties but I felt like you deserved one.” you said drifting off “I don’t deserve anything (Y/N). I’m a monster and you know it.” he said softly looking over the banner and presents laying on the floor of the table that had food and a cake you had made from scratch.

“No Theo, you’re wrong. You do deserve this, if you’re a monster then what does that make us? No one in this life is innocent.” you said grabbing his hand “I haven’t celebrated my birthday in so long, I completely forgot I even had one..” he said softly looking at you “I made sure to be well prepared considering I’ve never done anything like this.. Hence why I needed Stiles and Scott ot help me..” you said looking at the ground “So you ignored me all week to plan out my birthday.. And I call you a whore….” he said now feeling hatred wash over him “Hey I know you get jealous fast and just to crazy ideas.. I know you didn’t mean it.. But I would never cheat on you. Just because you’re a smart ass doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness.” you said walking him towards his cake.

“I don’t deserve happiness.. But you are more than I’ve ever deserved in my entire life and yet I’m blessed to have you.. I should be banished to hell for touching and corrupting an Angel.” he said lifting your chin with his finger slowly planting a kiss on your lips “Oh darling, me and you both know we have a one way ticket, so cut your shit and make a wish.” you said smiling at him as he pulled you in front of him causing him to lean down “I already have all I can wish for in one person.” he said blowing out his candles kissing your neck before swiping his finger across the frosting and wiping it on your face “THEO!” you yelled as he ran away from you laughing. Yes this was true happiness, just the two of you together.

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Brett Talbot:

“Why are you even with him (Y/N)! He’s an asshole.” Liam said grabbing your arms trying to enlighten you with some common sense. “We use to make fun of him being a part of Douche Ford and now you’re dating him!” Liams eyes were now gold and his claws had escaped his knuckles “Liam, I like him, I think he’s an asshole sure but guess what, I didn’t like Haydn every mushy but you went BEHIND my back and dated her at least I’m telling you the truth.” You said backing away from Liam until you bumped into someone who grabbed you by your waist “There’s no need to ruin your friendship with (Y/N), Liam because she loves you as a brother and as much as it pains me to say this she really does care for your well being. I don’t dream of hurting her but if you don’t believe me you can have your whole pack hunt me down, if she hasn’t killed me herself.” Brett said looking at Liam watching him calm down.

“There’s no need to worry about her attention going else where because you guys will always be her family, but I’ll be her boyfriend. She’s an amazing person and I would hate to ruin the friendship you have with her and the friendship that started to grow between us again.” Brett said watching Liam smile lightly “Yeah L there’s no reason to get jealous, you will always be my best friend.” you said walking out of Brett’s arms to hug Liam.

“And you’ll always be mine (Y/N/N).” he said hugging you back “Plus we can still make fun of Douche Ford.” you whispered in Liam’s ear causing him to laugh “I can hear you.” Brett said sighing loudly “Good.” you said pulling apart from Liam walking back to Brett, who held your hand and began to walk you out of the corridor “Hey Talbot, if you break her heart or ruin her, we will kill you as a pack. Mark my words.” Liam said lowly eyes flashing so fast and then changing back to their regular form.

Brett nodded smiling as he held you closer to him kissing your forehead “I think I have more to worry about than you. You’re the real heartbreaker here babe.” he said slapping your ass quickly while kissing your cheek “Mhm. Got that right Talbot.” you said winking at him.

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie

A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??

Pairing: Joker x reader 

Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match. 

Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff. 

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Truth

Author’s Note: i ruined my own ass with this one. chanyeol posted some instagram mess and i’ve been wrecked since 10AM.

Summary: You meet Chanyeol at a club, and you force yourself to be honest with yourself - about your wants, your needs, and who you really could be. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)

Genre: smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; dirty talk

Word Count: 4,773

Originally posted by babyuns

You aren’t really sure how you got here.

This is not like you.

Lie: you know exactly how you got here. With him. Pressed against your back with his hands on your hips; moving you, guiding you, easing you against his half-hard groin in time with the music. In the dark.

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off limits | 02 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin 
words: 7,520
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

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“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
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Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”

“No-“

“Angels?”

“No-“

“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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Just Right

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Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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— what 2 do | (m)

 pairing: kim seokjin x reader,  roommate! jin, college! jin
•  genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (more like over dramatics), 
•  words: 13,759
→ summary: what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all…
•  note. this was a request from @immawhalien95 which took me an age to write haha, but it’s finally done and my plan to take over tumblr with Jin fics is taking shape…
•  p.s. listen to I feel you by wonder girls

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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anonymous asked:

I love the response you wrote to the prompt about Jack talking to Senor Bun and I, I dunno, was wondering if you'd finish it with Jack asking Bitty and all...... of course you don't have to do that I just wanted to hear more of your writing and I also just love it when things feel complete, I guess? Anyway thanks for your writing, lol. It's always a pleasure to read

Thank you! <3 I’ve been a bit slow reply so you’ve probably forgotten part one. Anyway, thank you again, and here’s the finale/proposal!

Jack carries Senor Bun carefully back to the bedroom, making sure he’s centred against Bitty’s pillow with the ears flopping just so.

He hears the front door opening, and a second later, Bitty’s calling out a greeting.

Jack pats his pocket. The ring box is still there.

“Well, here goes,” he whispers to Senor Bun, then steps out and through to the kitchen where he knows Bitty will be.

“Hey,” Jack tries to sound normal even though his throat has swollen with nerves.

“It smells amazing, honey.” Bitty greets him with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. “And what’s all this?” he asks, gesturing at the dining table.

Jack’s set it more elaborately than normal. Tablecloth, the fancy wine glasses, and a new candle burning gently in the middle.

“Something special,” Jack says, feeling nervous, but at the same time, certain in his love for Bitty and what he’s about to do.

Bitty turns with a frown to Jack. “Have I forgotten something important?”

Jack shakes his head. “Of course not.”

Bitty sighs in relief and Jack finds he can’t wait a second longer.

He drops to one knee.

It’s abrupt and unmissable. Bitty gasps quietly and covers his mouth with his hands. He looks over to the table again and then back to Jack.

Jack holds out a hand, palm up, to Bitty, and waits while he breathes shallowly in and out. Bitty drops his hands eventually, and slides one into Jack’s waiting palm. He nods at Jack, looking a new combination of petrified but smiling.

“Eric Richard Bittle-”

Bitty makes a choked noise. “You never call me that.”

“I’m trying to make it romantic.”

Bitty laughs and shakes his head in a fond gesture.

“Bitty,” Jack starts again, smiling because he can already read the ‘yes’ in Bitty’s shining eyes, and it’s made his nerves fly away. “Bits. Bud. Mon lapin.”

Bitty laughs again, and half-way through it turns into a sob.

“I…” Jack blinks, realising something in the moment. “I had a speech but I can’t wait that long. Will you marry me?”

“I thought you were trying to be romantic,” Bitty teases through his tears.

“There a candle,” Jack says, dropping Bitty’s hand to reach into his pocket and bring out the ring. He had timed it for during the speech but that’s gone out the window now. Now that Bitty’s here, and since he’s gotten Senor Bun’s blessing, it’s physically impossible for Jack to wait on this.

He opens the box and shows Bitty. Bitty wipes at his eyes and looks down at the ring. He reaches out, but bypasses the ring box and curls his fingers around Jack’s forearm which he pulls on gently to guide Jack up to standing.

Bitty looks into Jack’s eyes then reaches up to brush a thumb along his cheekbone. Jack takes a rattling breath in. He hadn’t realised he’d stopped breathing, and now he’s choked up in a very tangible way. It’s a confusing emotional oscillation. He opens his mouth to ask Bitty again, but instead draws in another ragged breath.

Bitty lifts his other hand to frame Jack’s face. He pulls Jack’s head down slightly, and leans on tiptoes so their foreheads are touching.

“Yes,” he says simply.

It’s the most perfect syllable Jack has ever heard.

Jack would kiss Bitty except that he’s smiling so much and can’t stop–as is Bitty–and he knows that wont be comfortable for either of them. Instead, he takes the ring from its box with shaking fingers, and slips it on to the hand that Bitty holds up between them.

It’s a prefect fit. Jack looks at it on Bitty’s finger and feels something has clicked into place. He wraps his arms around Bitty and squeezes him so tightly it’s actually uncomfortable, Bitty’s collarbone pressing into his chest.

“I love you,” he says to Bitty. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“God, Jack,” Bitty breathes, laughing. “I already agreed to marry you.” It sounds thick like Bitty is crying again, but Jack doesn’t judge, after all, he is too. He doesn’t think he’s ever laughed and cried so much at the one time.

Jack pulls back, having to see his fiancé’s beautiful face. He’s still smiling uncontrollably when he kisses Bitty.

“Our first kiss as an engaged couple,” Jack remarks against Bitty’s lips.

“Mm. Feels good,” Bitty replies, kissing Jack again.

Jack can’t stop kissing Bitty now that he’s started. He’s getting lightheaded with it, or he already was lightheaded and this is making it worse. Or maybe lightheaded is the wrong word and he’s simply giddy, elated. Floating on cloud nine.

“I made dinner,” Jack has to remind himself eventually.

“First dinner as an engaged couple,” Bitty parrots.

Bitty spends all dinner glancing down at the ring on his finger, and Jack spends most of it with his eyes on Bitty. He doesn’t eat much because his body is clogged up with other emotions, but they finish the bottle of wine between them and fall into bed clumsily entwined and so in love.

Jack waits until Bitty’s fallen asleep to thank Senor Bun again for his blessing.

Sugar Sweet | 7 | (M)

word count: 6.3k

genre: mentions of smut + fluff + angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

thanks to: @jooheonster for giving it a quick read and giving me feedback  ♡

music: dream in a dream - ten ; all mine - f(x) ;  bad - tablo ; sing for you - exo

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Congrats Man!

Originally posted by spiderwoman

Series: Tom Holland Dad Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and the reader go to an event a few weeks after Nova is born and Anthony doesn’t talk shit about Tom in an interview. He sees Tom and the Reader congratulating them.

Warnings: swearing cause why the FUCK not

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N:Why I make these kind of imagines more often is because when I was younger the chemo I had damaged parts of me and I won’t be able to have kids unless a miracle happens. I’m living my future vicariously through my imagines when I type these FYI..


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“Now you have my phone number and Tom’s if you need to call either one of us, I will come back immediately if something happens..” your voice sounding worried at the thought of something happening to your daughter.


“Darling, Nova is going to be alright.. my cousin has it all under control she used to watch the twins and even Paddy” Tom gives you a kiss on your temple rubbing your exposed shoulders with his hands. He’s been trying to ease your nerves since you started getting ready earlier.


“I k-know.. this is just the first time I’m going to be away from her” your gaze looking at your daughter in her crib. Her little chest rising and falling as she slept.


“C’mon love, we can’t be late.. I want to stare at her too but we have to go.. everyone is excited to see you since you gave birth to Nova” Feeling Tom’s hand tug yours in the direction of the door. 


“See you later my little star” you whisper to Nova exiting the room with Tom. His hand felt warm in yours making you smile. Once at the bottom of the stairs he lifts your hand giving it a kiss.


“Let’s go have some fun and take advantage of it… we haven’t had a night with just the two of us since she was born and me working..” His lips press against your red matte painted lips. Opening the door he places his hand on your lower back.


“Goodbye you two have fun tonight!” Sydney calls out from the doorway as you make your way down the sidewalk to his car. 


    Opening the door for you so you could get in. Leaning down he pecks your lips before closing the door. He then gets in starting the car and pulling out of your neighborhood. Turning on the radio and ‘Shape of You’ comes on making you grin in excitement. The two of you singing along as you make your way to the venue. Tom holding your hand the whole way as he drove stroking your hand with his thumb.


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    Fixing your dress as you step out of Tom’s Audi.  Tom lifts his hand out to you to take. Placing your hand in his he helps you up the step so you don’t trip on your dress. Closing the door behind you he hands his keys to the Valet. The man gestured towards the start of the red carpet that had security guards at the end of it.


     Cameras were flashing as the two of you made your way down the red carpet. Smiling as you see the familiar faces from the movies Tom has been in. Slinging your arm through the crook in his elbow holding him close. Tom was a natural but you still weren’t used to all the cameras.


“Tom look over here!” 


“Tom pose with her! Show off your gorgeous wife!” 


     A woman comes up to you and Tom with a cameraman  Her dress had a huge plunging neckline in the front of it. Examining her dress its tight and short as well. Her eyes were practically undressing Tom.The look of her made you feel slightly insecure.


“Tom can we have a moment with just you?” Her hand sliding down his right bicep stopping at his elbow.  Watching her touch Tom like that made your hand tighten on his left arm. Tom leans down giving your head a quick kiss. He moves his right arm knocking her hand off of his bicep. A small smack sound erupts from the skin on skin contact.


“Actually my wife and I do have a moment, what was your question?” He asks placing his hand over yours that was gripping his arm. The touch making you release his arm from your grip. He strokes your hand with his thumb making you smile.


“U-uh I wanted to ask how it’s like being away from home when you film” she regains her composure from Tom hitting her hand away.


“Its really hard because I have a family now, I have to be away from my wife and daughter so it isn’t great being away from the both of them.. No matter what though the best part is always coming home to them” 


“you have to be tired of -”


“Tom there you are! c’mon lets get away from this one, you should have seen the way she was acting with Chris and the others.. I mean seriously he has his wife with him” Zendaya sneers making the interviewer gasp at her comment.


“How dare y-”


“How dare I? You’re the one trying to make a move on a married man who’s at an event with his wife”  Zendaya grabs Tom’s left hand waving his hand in her face, showing his wedding ring to her. Tom lets out a laugh at Zendaya’s actions. The woman face was red from embarrassment at what was happening. Zendaya pulls out her phone pressing record. 


“Before they try and edit this interview just know this lady tried making a move on Tom in front of his wife that was right next to him.. Say hiiiii “ She points the camera over at the interviewer who tries to cover her face.


“You’re going to regret this” the woman seethes walking away flustered.


“Zendaya I love you” a laugh escapes your lips as she hugs the both of you.


“I mean Nova is my Goddaughter, I’m not letting anyone mess this family up” Her smile shining brightly, she’s stunning.


“We’ll met you over there in a bit, I just want to tell her something” Tom informs Zendaya giving your cheek a peck. Zendaya nods before turning away waving at us.


“What is it Tom, you ‘lright?” You ask looking at him with a puzzled look. He raises your hand to give it a kiss.


“Yes darling, I only have eyes for you.. please remember that, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid  eyes on and have brought my daughter into this world.. you shine bright as a diamond compared to that rubbish that attempted to make a move with me” his words making your eyes get watery, he knows just how to make you smile.


    Leaning down he captures your lips in a kiss full of love. Placing your hand on his cheek to pull him closer. Giving him one more kiss before pulling away. Flashes were going off making you blush knowing people were watching. Taking your hand in his he guides you along the red carpet.


    Anthony spots the two of us walking over. Tom has a huge smile on his face as he greets his co-star. They clasp hands pulling each other into a hug. You zone out as you look at all the people surrounding you. Harrison was running around taking pictures.


“Congrats man! Nova is so damn cute, you have to bring her to set one day.. got to show her who the coolest superhero is… aka me the Falcon” Anthony boasts nudging Tom.


“Since you guys are in town for a shoot I can bring her” you say causing Anthony to smile and fist bump the air.


“I get to change that little girls life” Anthony boasts doing a dance move earning a laugh from you.


“Oi you watch it mate, she’s going to love Spider-Man that’s final” 


“Besides that Tom, I’m just glad to see you happy man.. You fit the fatherly type,it looks good man.. you’re lucky to have such a stunning wife” Anthony sends a wink your way making you let out a nervous laugh. Stroking toms hand with your thumb and giving his hand a gentle squeeze.


“Hey she’s mine bird brain watch it” Tom warns laughing holding you closer to him. Even both of you had your doubts but the both of you knew how to blur those worries away.  Anthony gets pulled away from us by an interviewer with Sebastian.


“I only have eyes for you” you whisper kissing the spot right below his ear. He turns giving you a quick kiss.


“C’mon darling lets head inside,then after it’s over we can go see out little human” Tom smiles down at you sending a wink your way.


“I miss her already” you pout at the pang that erupts in your chest. The thought of Nova’s sweet face pops into your mind.


“ I do too love, now lets go and enjoy the night with everyone else” His arms wrap around you pulling you into his embrace. The feeling of happiness fills your soul at the contact. It was the best feeling in the world,life was perfect with Tom and Nova. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

bitesizedwizard  asked:

BTS's reaction to you (their crush) borrowing a piece of clothing (i.e. Jungkook's flannel or one of Yoongi's sweaters) because you were cold. (IMAGINE SWEATER PAWS)

Here you go my love:)

*None of these gifs are mine, credit to their owners*


Jin:

All he wanted to do was eat and the easiest way to get food to him during a hard day of practice was if you brought him something. Willing to do anything for him you slipped out of bed, grabbed the first sweatshirt you could find and headed to his favorite take out place to pick up his usual order. When you arrived outside the closed practice door he’d do a double take, smiling to himself as you stood there texting him you were there in his favorite piece of comfy clothing. He’d open the door and kiss your cheek before letting you step in to the room. He’d catch the back of the sweatshirt to make you stop and when you turned around he’d wrap his arms around your neck. ‘I think I’m going to eat and see if I can go home. You look to sweet in my clothes to not spend the rest of the day with you.’

Yoongi:

He’d have just woken up, the two of you had an exciting night to say the least and he was exhausted. The smell of breakfast was what woke him up and with you not being beside him that could only mean one thing. He sat up and threw some pants on before reaching for the crewneck sweater he had thrown to the floor the night before but it wasn’t there. Not thinking to much about it he’d stand and make his way out of the room, the cold air that was seeping through the walls from the rainy day outside making him shiver. He’d make his way into the kitchen to see the sweater handing perfectly around your body. ‘Im cold, why did you take that.’ He’d say, smiling to himself as he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his head so he could rest it against your neck. ‘Im making you breakfast and thats the first thing you say to me?’ You said smiling as you flipped the eggs over. ‘I take it back.’ He’d say running his hands over the soft material before giving your neck a sweet kiss and removing himself so he could go find a shirt.

Namjoon:

He had a long day and all he wanted was to come come to you. He made you promise to try and wait up for him just so the two of you could go to bed together so when he walked through the front door and called your name while taking off his shoes he was surprised to hear your tired voice calling back to him. He walked into the living room to see you curled up on the couch with a pillow pressed to your chest as you watched what ever late night tv was on. He’d bend over and kiss your temple before you sat up, and when you did his eyes would brighten just slightly. ‘Is that mine?” He said smiling with a finger pointed towards the large sweater you had thrown on. ‘Mmm? Oh yeah, It was on the chair so I just put it on.’ you said stretching slightly. He wouldnt say anything, just smile and pull you in, knowing if he spoke his mind the two of you wouldn’t be going to bed any time soon.

Hoseok:

You had asked him to bring you cough medicine; allergy season was getting to you and you felt like crap. He’d show up to your home with everything necessary and a little more just to make you feel better. When he walked in you would already be walking out of your room to meet him. ‘Hobi, Im allergic to pollen and you brought flowers?’ You laughed, but all he could focus on was his long sleeve shirt on your body. ‘Is that mine?’ He’d ask putting the bags of things down. ‘Yeah you left it here last time you spent the night.’ You said nonchalantly already pulling things out of the bag. ‘Ah.’ was the only thing he’d say before helping you, a smile on his face as his mind raced with reasons why you actually wanted to wear it.

Jimin:

You stealing his clothes was just an every day activity. He always found you wearing his t-shirts and styling them to fit your everyday style and it was his favorite. It was when he met up with you for a quick meal between practice did you wearing his clothes actually melt his heart. You had showed up with messy hair, obviously you had just woken up, and a pair of black leggings and his most worn sweatshirt, to which you kept pulling the sleeve up over your hand and pressing it to your face. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile as you did this and when you asked him why he was he’d just smile wider. ‘I think its cute you’re in my hoodie.’ ‘Feels like your hugging me.’ you’d say with a blush before he reached across the table to stroke your cheek gently.

Taehyung:

Always being so busy he rarely got to spend nights with you, so spending nights with him were really the only option. You had gone over early, Jungkook had carelessly left the burner on and everyone was freaking out that he would burn the dorms down. You decided to stay and clean up a bit, they were boys after all. You spend all after noon scrubbing and dusting that by the time 7 rolled around and you had set plans to cook a big dinner for them you were exhausted. Stripping of your cleaning product smelling shirt you pulled one of Tae’s button ups on and laid on his bed for what you wanted to only be two seconds. It wasn’t until the boys walked in an hour later did you wake up to their excitement of seeing the house clean. Tae would walk into the room to see you sleepily propped up on your elbows, dropped in one of his shirts. ‘What a good way to come home.’ He’d blush before moving over to you. ‘Wait Ill make dinner.’ You said, still half asleep. ‘No need,’ He’d start crawling over you. ‘Nice shirt.’ He’d say making you look down and smile. And then, cuddles.

Jungkook:

Him coming to see you would be a surprise. He often did things like that since he felt like he was always away from you. This time was no different. At home finishing up some work you’d be startled by the sound of your door opening. You had no idea who it could have been so you quickly stood and peaked around the corner. ‘Jungkook I swear to god! You scared the crap out of me!’ You’d say pulling him into a tight hug. ‘Im sorry, we got off early.’ He’d saw wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When he pulled out of the hug he noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts and a smile would break to his lips. ‘Is this mine?’ He’d ask, even though he already knew the answer.’ ‘I missed you and it smells like you… sorry.’ you said starting to take it off. ‘No, leave it. You’re so cute.’ He’d say before kissing you gently and pulling you in for another hug.

Insecurities (Christian Yu AMBW Smut)

YOU GUYS SHE FINALLY GAVE IN- LIKE ITS SUCH A REVELATION and I just needed to get this out here for her ass. @silhouetted-beauty here you go. 

I can’t believe this. I knew it, I knew it all along.

You walked through the club looking around as you headed towards the exit. Your hips twisting with each step, your hands crossed over your chest and balled up from how angry you were. You were a scowling beauty tonight. You had on a skirt set, black long sleeve crop top shirt that was off the shoulders. A black skirt that was long on your right side, but on the left side it was cut into a slit that reached up to your left thigh where it had two lines and were tied together revealing your smooth milky chocolate skin. Your makeup was done lightly, red lipstick on your plump lips and your hair was in its natural state curls tumbling down your shoulders and framing your face. You had on no bra nor panties, another surprise you wanted to give your man for all his hard work, the outfit had fitted tightly on your body so much so that even if you were to get hard your nipples would be showing through the shirt. But it seems as he danced with the girl on the club floor he had other plans.

You were dating Christian Yu, and despite what everyone else though dating him was not easy. In fact, in your eyes it was harder than most jobs because he was a video director meaning he had to film a lot of things and though it was great, what wasn’t great was the females that came on to him. You had always fought him, not wanting to date him because you knew what would happen if you said yes. You were scared to get attached to someone, especially someone famous because a sense of responsibility and assurance came with that. You were a jealous lover, and a bit possessive but it wasn’t no worse than any average person. However, after spending some time with him you couldn’t help but fall for him. He was charming, sweet, loving, he made you feel like a woman. You were head over heels for everything he did and maybe his dog Lori had contributed to the feelings that you had for him.

While you were both loving each other, things were going great for the first few months. Sure, every couple had their problems but you two were a different case. You worked for stores managing them and helping count items for stoking purposes. You had a few coworkers that liked to flirt with you and yeah sure the moment Christian saw it he was more than livid, dragging you away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Christian asked the male who had his arm around your waist keeping your feet from touching the floor as he caught you.

“She was about to fall so I was going to catch her.” The male said shrugging his shoulders trying to play it off.

“So, she almost fell because you knocked the ladder over. Don’t touch her man. You can’t just hold her like that because she isn’t yours. She’s mine.” And like that Christian was taking you out of the male’s arms as he carried your protesting body towards the storage room to fuck you to the point that everyone else heard who you belonged to.

The thought alone rushed through your mind and made your lips twitch, you wanted to smile you did. You wanted to laugh and be happy but that little miss Savannah had to fuck it up for the both of you.

“Christian I don’t like her.” You mumbled at the set of the video. Christian had been laughing in the direction of the female that was mixed with both Korean and white. She was cute sure, long brown hair and little freckles on her face. She had green eyes and though she had some work done she was curvy. Here she stood, laughing and joking with everyone she could get her hands on even trying to flirt with DPR Live and you knew if your friend had saw her man in such a position she would’ve been livid.

“Why don’t you like her baby?” Christian asked softly finally turning his attention to you, his dark brown eyes looked down at you with love but at the moment, you couldn’t even feel it because your unsettled feeling overtook you more than his looks.

“I just.. Don’t trust her Christian.” You didn’t know how to explain it, maybe it was a woman intuition but the way she threw her hair back over her shoulder, the way she bit her lip and made eyes at Christian. Artist or not you knew she was trying to push up on him, and he was too busy running around your ass to notice but you did. You saw it all.

“Are you jealous?” Christian teased and you rolled your eyes trying to walk off. Christian moved to grip at your waist howling with laughter as he pulled you closer to his body wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Come on baby it’s a joke. I don’t want her okay? I want you. I mean she said she just wanted to work with me because she was a fan and inspired by my music videos.” He shrugged swaying with you from side to side as you frowned and crossed your arms over your chest feeling so small in his arms because you were shorter than him by a few inches.

“But still Christian, look at her and how she is acting around all of you.” You whined softly trying to not complain but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/n.” Christian called out your name as he shook his head sighing. “I love you okay?” He asked cupping your chin making you look up at him into his eyes. “I love you okay? Nobody but you, I want you in my world and I want you to be by my side always. Besides you work with a few people that always seem to try to touch you or be close to you while you’re working and I trust you to only focus on me, right?” He asked and when you didn’t say anything he frowned. “Right?” He asked you again leaning down to start pressing his lips against yours in multiple kisses causing your lips to curl into a smile.

“Right Christian.”

“Okay then, so trust me and we will be fine okay? She isn’t you, just a talented artist that could help my career.” He reminded you nuzzling your nose before he tilted his head. “You know though, if you did ever let me use your pretty voice I wouldn’t need any other person outside of the Dream Perfect Regime to work with. So, think about it.” He let your chin go to grab your hand instead as both of you walked towards the rest of the crew and Savannah. During the whole segment of them talking, you watched her. She didn’t say too much but the look on her face when she saw him was pure love, and when she saw you? Pure disgust and you knew you had been right about your feelings all along, but you weren’t going down without a fight and she was mistaking if she thought you were.

You shook your head once again, angry tears starting to brim your eyes as your body started to shake with each step you took. The club was packed with people who wanted to see Savannah’s new music and her video. It was a lot of important people here who could help her career and you weren’t one to knock down someone’s success you were all for it, but when she came for your man and tried to take everything you fought so hard to have, that’s when the problem became personal. Your head spun lightly from your anger mixing with the few drinks you had, and the music now seemed to drown out in the background as your heart pounding with the beat that was vibrating under your feet. Blue led rave lights shot through the dark space, the lights were dim and you could barely see where you were going. The night had started off great, Christian couldn’t even keep his hands off you as you got yourself ready. You had planned a lot for him and you once you got back home, but as soon as you walked through the club she was jumping on Christian calling his name.

“CHRISTIAN! I’m so fucking glad you came.. It means so. So much to me.” She said it in a sultry tone trying to mask it with a look of innocence.

“Me and my boyfriend wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You informed her as she finally stepped away from the hug she had given the male as she damn near jumped on him.

“Oh, Y/n you’re here.” She said as she gave you one look before she went back to Christian starting to talk.

The thought alone was enough to finally break you, tears streaming down your face from anger and hatred. You felt you had been cheated on, or at least it was coming. She had drug your man from you to dance with him. She pushed against him, swaying her hips and dropping it to the floor while Christian just seemed to stand there at first mesmerized by her before he started to dance back against her. It was embarrassing, what were you here for? You didn’t even want to come! But because she told Christian to bring you and he seemed to listen to her every command you had come for her. And she got what she wanted, to make you look like a fucking fool in front of everyone here. You reached a hand up to dab against your face not wanting to mess up your makeup. You were getting closer to the door and you felt a hand grab on your wrist. You didn’t even need to look at him to know that it was Christian’s larger hand holding onto your wrist as he drug you through the crowd to a room.

“Let me go! Let me go you fucking jerk!” You shouted at him over the blare of the music wanting him to give up. Christian just sighed as he led you to one of the VIP rooms that had a view of the club below. The walk up the stairs made your feet hurt, the black pumps made your feet look sexy but walking in them only did you justice when you went so far. Christian shut the door behind you both, locking it before he went to the window to look out at the club below.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked you as he hunched over the window. He looked out a minute waiting for you to answer him but once you didn’t he turned around to look you in your face. He was a fucking masterpiece. Black suit and dress shirt with a black tie. He had his hair curly and free falling over his face. His pierced nose and strong facial features, diamond earrings in his ears. He watched you with dark eyes and you could see that his teeth were clenched.

“What is wrong with you? Dancing with her like that! Why are you even here?” You asked him shouting at him as you stood your ground.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Christian shouted back at you losing his cool that quickly.

“How dare you Christian! I saw you! I SAW YOU!” You screamed at him as you took a step closer to him.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! You are seriously over reacting y/n!” Christian tried to reason with you but he didn’t know what he did wrong. One minute he was on the floor dancing with a girl that he didn’t even feel but for her publicity and the sake of his image he stayed close to her and in a few seconds, he is getting a tap on his shoulder from one of your friends telling him that you’re walking out of the club. “Please tell me what the fuck I did wrong. I deserve to know that much.” Christian said calmly taking a step closer to you.

“I told you I didn’t trust her! I told you she was bad news and you didn’t listen. I never thought it would be because you actually liked her or wanted to be with her. Like what if I went and danced with a man the way you danced with her? What if I would’ve flirted with someone the way you teased and joked with her? What if I would’ve let someone be all against my ass like you let her do to your dick? You’re supposed to be mine and you got me out here thinking that I’m so special but it’s her on you!” You could feel the tears sliding down your face from how hurt and angry you were. It was the way you looked that caused Christian to snap and charge towards you.

“How could you say that to me! I told you that I didn’t want her! That you were overreacting! The fact that you even think I’m that kind of guy blows me! I don’t bring anyone around Lori unless they mean something to me. Look at all these people here! These important people at that, If I wanted to cheat do you honestly think I would’ve brought you here? Do you think we would have let your friend come when she could’ve let shit get back to you? I told you nothing was happening because I didn’t want her!”

“I saw how you watched her dance Christian! You were giving her the eyes!”
“I was trying to see what she was doing! And what I would do! She dropped it down on me and I was shocked as hell that she did it in front of you! I’m tipsy so are you and I knew I had to play my cards right for the both of our sakes. But if I had just left her there by herself then she would’ve looked like an idiot.” Christian sighed softly raking his hands through his hair seeing the hurt on your face. “Look, I know it’s not what you want to hear. And I know that I hurt you by protecting her but I don’t want her y/n. I want you. I’ve told you that over and over again. You’re the only one I see. When I do anything, or go anywhere. You’re everywhere. I do not care about Savannah. I shouldn’t have protected her and it was my fault for not thinking. But, I love you y/n. I only want you. Why can’t you trust me and see that? You think that I like when you go to work knowing that any guy can touch you like that or try to be with you? You’re my heart. And I don’t want to be without you. And no girl can change that.” Christian reached out for you as he pressed you back against the wall. You stumbled lightly but let him guide your body backwards. “You are overreacting. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I love you.” He kept repeating as he kissed your lips sweetly.

You were unsure at first, not knowing if you wanted to believe him or not, but after receiving more than five kisses you started to kiss him back, his warm hands placing on your hips as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“Regardless, I know that the reason you had those ideas was because of something I did. I should have worked harder to know that you were happy and you felt safe and secure. It won’t happen again okay?” He asked softly as he started to kiss you again. You could feel your heart skipping a beat and beating faster as you kissed him back. Your head tilted to the side. Letting him kiss you more as he pushed you against the wall harder, his lips molding against yours as he held your body close to his, the world around you seemed to fade away as your body burned with the kiss. He flicked his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let his tongue in letting him explore your mouth. His tongue flicked across yours and over the insides of your cheeks. He tasted your wet cavern, the kiss turning into a French kiss as his hands slid up your body to grip at your braless chest. You whimpered slightly against his lips feeling your breast hardened as you arched your back off the wall to feel more of his touch. He groaned liking how you were reacting to him, pressing his hips against your side, you could feel a little poke of his growing bulge. Your hands moved to grip at his jacket suit and he got the hint letting you push the material over his shoulders and onto the floor. He was trying to slide his tongue down your throat as his hand moved towards your slit to open the skirt, his hand moving to rub against your pussy, you mewled into the kiss as his finger skimmed your wet heat. He broke the kiss to lean down and kiss against your jaw slowly. He kissed towards your ear, his middle finger rubbing against your clit as he chuckled lightly against your ear.

“You’re so fucking wet. Is this why you didn’t wear any panties?” He teased.

“Shut up.” You groaned but the thought alone made your pussy become wetter.

“You don’t tell daddy to shut up.” He licked the shell of your ear, letting his fingers spread your lips as his middle finger continued to rub at your pussy. Your hips bucked against his hand, your lips meeting each other’s once again as he let his fingers play with your clit. You could feel the juices drip down your thighs, your legs were trembling as you felt yourself become closer. He broke the kiss to get on his knees, letting one of your legs go over his shoulder he pressed his lips against your pussy.

“Christian-what if they come look for us?” You asked softly as a sharp breath left your lip from him dragging his tongue up your slit humming.

“Well, let them come and search for us, they won’t find us until I make you cum.” Christian breathed hotly against your core before his tongue coming to swipe against your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down against your dampened pussy but because he was too impatient he was quick to shove his tongue inside of you gripping at your hips to pull you towards his face. He started to eat you out, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy letting it drip onto his chin as he ate you out. Letting his tongue swirl around in your inside, he curved the pink muscle inside of you finding your spot immediately fucking against it. Your hips jerked lightly, hands moving to tangle into his hair as you rolled your head back. Your fears were still there, insecurities rising but, he was here eating you out, his face buried into your pussy and his mind on you not her. You knew deep inside that he was right, you needed to trust him more and it was something you would have to work on in the future if you wanted to keep him. You were enjoying his tongue too much, fucking his face with your hips and calling out his name, pushing his hair back from his forehead so that you could see him more, you groaned as your lower stomach started to tighten up signaling your release was close.

Christian pulled back to lick his lips, wiping his face clean he kissed up towards your hips before he gripped at the end of the crop top shirt to push it over your breast, he leaned down to cup your nipples, swiping his tongue against your already hardened puckered buds, he enclosed his mouth around your left one first, sucking and nipping on your plump mounds holding them in his hands. He opened your legs wide, grinding his bulge against your soaking core, and you pressed your hips back, shifting them to make your clit land against the roughness of his pants, you were grinding against him, dry humping him as he teased your breast and groped at them. He could feel how wet you were getting, you wanted to stop him after a while so that you wouldn’t cum but he didn’t let up rolling his hips harder against you until you were cumming against the fabric of his pants, staining them with your juices. He chuckled against your flesh pulling back to crash his lips against yours.

“You got my pants all ruined. It seems I’ll have to punish you when we get home.” Christian warned, he unzipped his pants slowly, not caring to unbutton them just untucking his shirt so that nothing gets caught. He let his dick spring free, it stood high in the air, dripping with precum. He gripped at the base of his cock with one hand the other gripping at your left leg to raise it up, his hand trailing higher towards your plump ass cheeks. He slid inside of you slowly pressing his forehead against yours, he bit on his bottom lip as he entered your tight wet heat keeping you close. Once he was buried to the hilt, he lifted your other leg up to cup both of your ass cheeks, your skirt bunched around your hips and hanging towards the floor as he entered inside of you repeatedly. He started slow thrusting in and out of you, grinding inside of your heat trying to stretch you out and get a feel of you wrapping around his dick. He kissed at your lips, the make-out was heavy, lot of tongues grinding against each other as you rolled your hips against his.

“Fuck baby.” He grunted shuddering as you did it again. He loved it when you fucked yourself on his dick. “Go ahead y/n. Show me that you want it.” He moved to press the palms of his hand against the wall on either side of your head. You agreed as he steadied himself, starting to push your hips against him, your hands resting on his shoulders around his neck as you fucked yourself, looking down at where your sexes joined together. It was always so hot to you to see how he pushed inside of you, how your heat wrapped tightly around his heat. How he pushed deep inside of you. It was all too erotic for your mind to comprehend and the sheer pleasure that jolted inside of you, every time you pulled back and slide yourself down on him.

You started to set a rhythm, getting more into it, concentrating on the tricks you learned for him, squeezing around on his dick, rolling your hips against his hips. A knock at the door jolted you both, Christian growled out, he had been silently moaning and watching you get off. It was a beautiful sight to see and he loved it. But now he was annoyed with whoever was trying to ruin his moment.

“Who is it?” He asked in a low thick tone a growl erupting from his lips as his messy curly hair got into his face, looking up at him you felt you could’ve came again just by how he looked. A fucking gorgeous man.

“Christian. Savannah is looking for you, she says her new producer wants to thank you.” You knew the voice well, it was Mino one of Christian close friends.

“Can you tell her to wait?” Christian asked, he gripped at your hips when you tried to move whispering with a rough deep voice against your ear. “I never told you to stop. Don’t get in more trouble y/n.” He slapped at your ass cheeks causing you to moan and nod your head. You agreed starting to fuck yourself on his shaft once again, the sound of your hips bouncing against his was resonating against the walls as the rest stood outside.

“I did, I’ll handle it.” DPR voice was next to ring out in the hallway and part of you wondered where your friend was since he was never without her. But hearing the annoyance in his voice you knew that something was going on.

“Go faster y/n.” Christian commanded and you obeyed letting your hips pick up the speed, slamming yourself onto him whimpering as you tried to keep your body up, your legs locking around his waist gather, the heels of your foot pressing down into his lower back. “That’s it, just like that baby girl. Fuck you feel so good taking my dick into that pretty pussy.” He whispered huskily against your ear, catching your lobe between his teeth to grind his teeth against it.

“Christian!” Savannah shouted, and Christian could feel you stop your hips causing him to growl.

“WHAT!” He barked at the door as he pushed your hips against the wall. He was agitated at this point, all he wanted was time with you that he had been deprived of lately.

“Christian I knew you were in there! Come out here! There are people I need you to see!” Savannah chirped and he shook his head holding onto you as he started to fuck into you harder against the wall. The somewhat intimate pace becoming rougher as his frustrations grew every second. His head pressed against your shoulder and he released a low groan his hands staring to become sweaty against the wall and he tried to keep you hoisted up. Once he didn’t answer she shouted again.

“CHRISTIAN!” She shouted once more and he shook his head snapping his hips against you. He switched angles to pound against your spot, causing you to cry out his name.

“Christian!” You choked out a loud cry.

“Louder!” He said as he yanked at your hair pulling your head back, you gasped out loud as he let his hips go faster, until he couldn’t get any faster nor harder. Driving into you, with his knees bending a bit and legs spread apart. One of your hands moved to grip at his hair and the other gripped at his shoulder blades through his shirt.

“Christian! Daddy! Fuck right there-I’m cumming!” It felt so good to say those words to a girl that has tried her hardest to keep you away from Christian and not only tonight but always. You could hear and feel the silence as her heels clicked against the ground and she walked off, but your mind was swirling only the faint part of your mind could register what was happening. Most part of your mind was preoccupied with the fact that your stomach was clenching from the release that was creeping up. Your eyes shut as you dropped your mouth open. Christian grinded his hips against you changing his strokes to long and deep causing him to brush against your clit. You gave into him, listening to his deep commands to cum again and you did it, coating his shaft with your essence.

“Fuck y/n! Shit you feel so fucking good, just like that baby, fuck yeah just like that.” He moaned against your ear as he continued to slam into you, a few thrusts later and he was filling you to the brim, his hips grinding against yours to make you bury his load inside of your sensitive pussy. He held you close to his body. Both of your breaths were heavy, your eyes hooded and he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek before he kissed your lips. Though you couldn’t hear the music that well, the familiar beat of a song filled the room and Christian chuckled as you hit his shoulder.

“Shut up..” You muttered with a soft pout.

“I spy with my little eyes, a girly I can get cause she don’t get too many likes. A curly headed cutie I can turn into my wife.” He was about to sing the rest but your covered his lips looking in his eyes.

“Forever is a long time but as much as I fought to avoid you, you better be giving it to me. Deal?” You asked and let your hand drop down slowly.

“Deal.” He grinned kissing your lips. He pulled out of after some time and helped you fix your outfit, grabbing at his hands he pulled you into the bathroom and you tried to help him clean his pants. Once you were done, he pulled you back onto the club floor, his arm wrapping around your waist, to hold you close. Savannah walked towards you both and as soon as she opened her mouth Christian cut her off.

“I’m your video producer nothing else. I helped put you on, we helped you with this party. And now me and you are done, you don’t need me for anything else. And if in the future you ever need me to do a video, it’ll be up to my baby to decide if I should do it or not. You’ve caused more than enough scenes for one night and yeah as a friend you’re cool but that’s all you’ll ever be. So please excuse us both and enjoy the rest of your night, with your friends.” He bowed his head smiling at her before he led you off walking towards the door, and much to your surprise every person that was rolling with Christian and saw you leave left themselves as you all went to another hangout spot for the rest of the night.

anonymous asked:

wishing I was pushed against the wall by alex summers?

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

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“So now you are giving me the silent treatment? Real mature, Summers.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at Alex. His back was turned to you while he was looking down at the party that was happening below you. He had taken the tux jacket off and loosened some of his buttons from his shirt. His hands were gripping the railings, allowing you a less than generous view of his toned arms. You huffed, knowing that you weren’t going to get much out of him.

“When your’e ready to stop acting like a three year old, then come and talk to me.” You grabbed your dress, lifting it up slightly so you can see your heels. You walked down the stairs of the Xavier mansion, getting ready to go back down the the formal welcome party that Charles was throwing for the parents of the new students. It was to help raise money to get more and better things for the students (and partially so people can see that they shouldn’t be afraid of mutants). Once you reached the bottom, you let go of your dress, turning to give Alex one last glance. You looked up and saw him glaring down at your through your lashes. You shook your head, rolling your eyes and walking away from him. You spotted Hank, smiling at him. He gave a small wave to you.

“Still haven’t found Alex?” He asked, knowing that you left in the first place to go search for the stubborn man.

“No, I found him. He won’t talk to me though.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that was walking by.

“He’s probably jealous.” Hank stated, drinking his own glass. You rolled your eyes for the second time that night.

“Yeah right. He’s the one who hasn’t stopped talking to the trophy wives. He knows he’s flirting with them and I know he tries extra hard when I’m looking. It makes me so mad because I can’t lash out when he casually “talks” to girls but he can go out and throw a fit because one guy even looks at me the wrong way.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that he’s mad because you talked to that one guy. I think he’s mad because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to him lately. You’ve kind of been running off with Ben and Elliot and had to cancel more that a few times on him.” Hank informed. You turned to look at Hank.

“You’re kidding right?” You said louder than you should have. A few heads turned in your direction. You apologized to them, before looking back at Hank.

“I haven’t been running off with anyone. Elliot and Ben have complicated mutations and considering that mine is complicated they have come to me for advice. I help them train a few times a week and sometimes we just hang out and talk. Since when was it such an issue for girls to be friends with guys?”

Hank shrugged.
“I don’t know. But you know how Alex can get when he interprets things the wrong way.” He took a drink from his own glass of champagne.

“Why does it even matter to him? He’s been very obvious in reminding me that we are JUST friends.” You sighed.

“I think you should go talk to him. Regardless of the way he’s acting.”
“I’ll go talk to him but I’m pretty sure that he won’t talk to me.” You said goodbye to Hank before leaving to go upstairs towards Alex’s room.

You knocked on his door, switching your weight from heel to heel to relieve your feet from the slight pain that the heels caused. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door before seeing the door swing open. Alex was standing there, brushing his teeth. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned down, allowing you a nice view of his chest. You let your eyes linger on his chest before moving back up towards his face.

“What?” He asked, sounding annoyed that you interrupted him.

“Wow, he talks.” You replied sarcastically. Alex rolled his eyes, moving his arm to close the door before you stopped him.

“No! Alex please just talk to me.” You pleaded, resisting his attempt to close the door with both your hands. Alex looked at you, moving away from the door to allow you in. You walked in, looking around his room. He was neater than you imagined him to be. There was a small pile of books stacked on his bedside table. Before you got a chance to read them, Alex called out to you. You turned to look at him, realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on now. You widened your eyes, letting out a gasp. You felt your face heat up before you turned your attention away from him.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle the heat?” You heard him tease. You refrained from snapping at him. You took a deep breath.
“Alex I just want to know why you have these sudden outbursts with me. We used to be so close and suddenly you give the silent treatment unless there is absolutely no way for you to avoid conversation with me. Then I stop bothering you for a while and hang out with other people and it just seems like I made things worse somehow. I don’t understand. What did I do?” You let out, turning to face him again. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he stood there deep in thought. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, as if he was debating what to say or how to word what he was going to say. You waited there eagerly, waiting to see what he would come up with. He kept walking towards you, causing you to step back a few steps. His pace increased, until he was pushing you up against the wall next the door of his bedroom. Your breath hitched, eyes alternating from looking at his eyes to down at his lips. His tongue came out and glazed over his bottom lip. His breaths were quiet, calm. Compared to yours, his were a calm sea, and yours were the incoming storm. Every time that you inhaled, your chest barely grazed his. Your heart beat a little faster knowing about the energy blasts that he produced from his core.

“I get…jealous.” He said after a few breaths. “I get jealous that Elliot and Ben have all this time with you. They spend all this time training with you and I know I have mentioned that we’re friends in the past but that was really just for me. I don’t think that I would stand a chance so I tell myself that I am happy with being friends. But I’m not.” Alex mumbles. His voice was slightly raspy from how late it was. His hot minty breath fanned over your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at his next exhale. Your heart was racing. You have dreamed about being this close to him. About being so close to his lips. You parted your lips, the room getting hotter from the close distance. You opened your eyes again, staring up at Alex. His blue eyes were peering into your own. His hands slowly made their way down to grab your hips, pinning them gently to the wall. You craned your neck up to crash your lips against his, moving your own arms up to grab Alex’s hair. You felt him groan against your lips, bringing your hips from the wall to be held against his own. He pushed you back into the wall as he deepend the kiss. There was little to no space between the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were finally getting some answers from Alex’s distance, only these answers are way better than you possibly could have imagines.

A/N: its not my best writing and I’m sorry but I love you amores xox