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spacedikut · 4 years

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“would you please put your tongue away” ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: spencer can’t handle how good you look in your dress. he also can’t handle another guy asking you to dance. 2760 words

a/n: taken from this prompt list :)

“…It’s highly inappropriate.”

Someone waves a hand in front of Spencer’s face and he’s brought back to reality – surrounded by people from every FBI department in a far too bright room with champagne that is certainly not worth the amount it costs and in a suit that is a little too tight.

“What?” He asks.

“I said,” Derek grins, “Would you please put your tongue away.”

Spencer raises an eyebrow at that, “My tongue is firmly in my mouth, Morgan.”

Derek gives a scoff. He wishes Emily was with them to attest, but she’s across the room, beside you, stuck in a conversation with some “important” person that Hotch made a point to tell the team to suck up to.

“If Y/N can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you drooling she’s sure to know you’re obsessed with her.”

In panic, Spencer wipes his mouth just in case he is in fact drooling. That gets a hearty laugh from Derek, and Spencer huffs indignantly, “I am not obsessed-“

“When you saw her all dressed up earlier you had to leave the room, Reid. That isn’t a platonic reaction.”

“Well,” He stutters, glancing over to you and scanning your bare back, “She looks- she-“

“She took your breath away, man. It’s okay.” Derek gives him a pat on the back and smirks at him, coughing to cover a chuckle when Spencer glares at him.

“And who is this majestic being that took Doctor Reid’s breath away?” It’s you, Prentiss and JJ trailing behind, delicately holding a champagne flute in your left hand and a business card in your right.

Spencer flounders, taken off-guard by your approach and the close-up view of you in your dress. He doesn’t know much about fashion, let alone dresses, but God do you look like something straight out of a movie. To him, you’re the embodiment of all the love poems and romantic monologues that his mother used to read him. He always wondered what the beauty all those writers saw looked like, and if he’d ever see something so celestial, and then you walked into his life.

He’ll never recover. Especially when you keep reminding him how perfect you are.

“Someone’s been networking,” Derek nods to the business card, noticing Spencer’s struggle and swooping in to save him. Derek loves to tease Spencer, it’s his favourite thing to do, but there’s always a time and a place, you know?

You fiddle with the card, “A little pretentious, but he mentioned having some paperwork trouble and I offered to help. I thought if I got in his good graces he’d help us keep the jet.”

Just then, the band at the back of the charity event plays a slow tune, everyone coupling up to head to the dancefloor. Before you or Spencer can react, Derek is dragging Emily away and JJ goes to find Will, but not before all three of them send some kind of subtle gesture to Spencer – Derek winks, Emily raises her eyebrows and looks between you and Spence, and JJ nudges him as she passes.

Spencer’s entire body locks up. He can’t do this. Whatever this is.

When he doesn’t move, you offer him your hand, “Would you care to dance, Doctor Reid?”

His body eases and he can’t help but smile because you’re you, “It would be an honour, Miss Y/N,” He laughs, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You tug him onto the outskirts of the floor – being in the centre is both of your worst nightmares – and Spencer’s other hand falls to the small of your back, pulling you close. You’re chest to chest, your arm falling in place around his shoulders, but even with heels on he’s still got some height on you. You sway to the music in perfect sync, like you’ve done this a million times, and your eyes subconsciously close from the comfort of being in Spencer’s arms and the feel of him against you.

You concentrate on your feet for a few beats, too shy to look him in his clear, brown eyes. When you finally look up to meet his gaze, you can’t help the soft smile that appears. He’s already looking at you.

Spencer returns it, smile equally as fond.

The lights of the room reflect in his eyes – it’s as if they’re twinkling, like stars, and it’s utterly mesmerising. For a second, you forget you’re at a fundraiser event, on business, surrounded by your team and people from all departments and all positions. You feel like you’ve been whisked away to some faraway land, maybe somewhere that isn’t filled with killers and evil, and you and Spencer are lovers simply enjoying the night and eachother’s company.

“You look beautiful,” Spencer whispers, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you. You wonder if he feels the same way you do.

“Thank you. I was waiting for you to compliment me.” You tease.

“Oh? Does my compliment mean that much?”

You giggle nervously. You love when he teases you back, when he has this confidence that always surprises you.

“More than I’d like to admit,” You say, “But I did also spend all day getting ready, so I want my hard work appreciated.”

“Well,” Spencer swallows, eyes flickering to your collarbones and neck and everywhere on you, “Consider your hard work appreciated. Not just by me, either. I think I’ve got a lot of glares being shot at me right now.”

You break eye contact to survey the room. There’s definitely a good number of people staring at you, but you refuse to believe they’re all jealous of him. He looks dashing in his suit, hand-picked by Rossi himself, and you know you’re not the only one to notice. You see the beauties dotted around that keep checking him out.

Another ballad begins so Spencer keeps you close. He scans the side of your face, how your nose peaks and the makeup you’re wearing illuminates all of your features. He’s hopeless at makeup, too, but the colour of your eyeshadow(?) suits you perfectly. You always look perfect, he realises. Being ethereal comes naturally to you.

“Excuse me,” A voice interrupts.

Both of you snap towards him. Travis.

Travis works in.. a department. A stupid one, probably. Spencer thinks Travis sucks.

“Hi, Trav,” You smile. You like Travis – of course you do. You’ve known him longer than you’ve known Spencer, so how does Spencer stand a chance?

“Evening, Y/N. Evening, Spencer.” He gives a polite smile.

Spencer returns it with his jaw set.

“Could I steal you for a dance, Y/N? Just like during our graduation ball?” His eyes are hopeful, and Spencer looks at in you confusion. What graduation ball?

You agree shyly, “Sure, Trav. Is that okay, Spence?”

He doesn’t know why you’re asking him – you both know Spencer’s too socially awkward to say no. So he nods, gives a tight lipped smile, and sharply turns to walk straight towards the bar. He doesn’t want to see Travis gently grasp your hand and pull you close, just like he had done.

But he’s not jealous.

“Water, please.” Spencer says to the bartender.

Someone slides up beside him. He glances at the shoes – Italian leather – and he knows it’s Rossi. He’s standing with a whiskey in his hand and a pitying gaze.

Spencer takes a big gulp from his glass of water like it’s a shot of straight vodka.

“You know he’s gonna make a move on her.” Rossi announces. Spencer takes another gulp.

“What?”

“I overheard him and his friends. They were in the academy together, and after seeing her tonight he’s decided now it’s time to make a move. Even stopped me to ask if she was single because he saw how close you two were out there.” Rossi shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink, gaze burning into Spencer as he does it.

Spencer knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to rile him up, get his feathers ruffled, for him to, what? Fight Travis on the dancefloor? Run up and steal you?

“I’m sure…” He starts, slowly, “If someone, say, Emily, who disappeared outside, had a sudden emergency… Y/N would drop Travis in a second.”

Spencer looks at him. Rossi raises his eyebrows.

“Excuse me.” Spencer says.

Rossi grins as he watches Spencer almost charge towards you.

There’s a hand on your shoulder and you know it’s Spencer, and when you turn he’s out of breath.

“Emily-“ He pants, “I think she’s- she’s sick. She’s outside and asking for you.”

“Oh, God,” You gasp, hands immediately leaving Travis completely to instinctively grasp Spencer by his arms, something you’ve always done.

Spencer’s heart warms at your concern – of course you’re so genuinely concerned for one of your best friends. Could you be anymore perfect?

“Let’s go, Spence.” You glance at Travis, feet already moving, “Sorry, Travis, it was lovely to dance with you!”

Travis watches you flutter away, knowing very well that that was his once chance and he lost it. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that Spencer is lying – at least a little.

Travis could tell Spencer wasn’t happy when he asked if he could dance with you. The unimpressed look in Spencer’s eyes whenever they made eye contact solidified that.

Travis can’t blame him, if he’s honest.

Outside, the cold is starting to set in, but you’re too panicked to notice or care. Your head darts left to right, searching for Emily. You spot her, in her stunning red dress, and go to call for her. But then she laughs, head thrown back, and takes another sip of her drink.

She’s fine.

You turn to Spencer, confused, “I thought she was sick?”

He looks sheepish and you laugh as he says, “I may have told a little lie.”

“Spencer!”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look sorry.

“Well why-“

“Since we’re here, why don’t we go look at the fountain? I saw you eyeing it when we arrived.”

You want to ask why he interrupted you and Travis, but you’re not given the chance. Spencer’s large hand holds the tip of your fingers and he gently pulls you towards the stone fountain, where it stands with several tiers and the soothing sound of running water. There’s a statute in the centre – a woman wrapped in some kind of shawl.

“My guess,” You say, arms crossing, causing Spencer to take a sharp intake of breath, “Is the statue is based on the forlorn sculptor’s lover.”

Spencer’s body deflates as releases a deep breath. He thought you were onto him and why he ruined your dance.

“Actually,” His hands move to emphasise his point, “One of the most common purposes of sculpture is in some form of association with religion-“

“Why did you interrupt Travis and I?”

Uh oh.

“Did I look uncomfortable?” You wonder, “Because I can handle myself, Spence.”

You tried to resist asking again. But something about what he did bothers you – if you didn’t want to dance with Travis, you would’ve said no or made an excuse to not have to. If you didn’t want to be around Travis, you would’ve walked away from him. No matter what, you could’ve dealt with it yourself. Does Spencer disagree?

He licks his lips out of nervousness, shakes his head and mumbles a, “No, that’s not it.”

You turn to face him. His hands are in his pockets and he’s staring at the ground as he shuffles his feet. Rossi will have a fit when he sees the shoes he hand-picked have marks on them.

“I needed to get you alone. I’m sorry.” Spencer squirms. He can’t make eye contact.

“What?” You ask, brows furrowed, “Why? Is something wrong?”

“He was..” He trails off and clears his throat, “He was gonna ask you out. I couldn’t- didn’t want to let that happen.”

Your confusion increases. So he does think you can’t handle yourself?

There’s a spark of frustration in you, then. You’ve dealt with being underestimated and babied basically your whole life and Spencer knows that. He also knows you’re a trained FBI agent that has saved his skin more times than you care to count – he knows better than anyone that you can handle yourself.

So what the fuck.

“I appreciate the concern,”

Spencer winces at your tone. This is… not going well. Not going how Spencer wanted it to, or planned. Not that he had a plan beyond getting you and Travis as far away from one another as possible.

“But I can guarantee I do not need you to loom over me and scare boys away, Spencer. You’re not my father.”

Your tone is biting and Spencer moves closer to placate you.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, I’m sorry that’s- I know you can handle yourself. Very well. I still have the scar from when you thought I was a robber in your house-“

“You shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me, Spencer Reid-“

“Rossi overheard Travis saying he was gonna make a move on you and it was like I went on auto-pilot and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears and-“

“I can take care of myself, Spence.”

“I couldn’t let it happen because I want to date you.”

He looks at you then, gaze so intense you feel frozen where you stand. He continues.

“But I’m sorry if you were planning to say yes to Travis and I… came in and ruined it. Maybe you’re into him and I just… delayed the inevitable for no reason other than to humiliate myself.” He gives a tight lipped smile, rolling onto the tips of his feet and then back on the heel.

You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. “I wasn’t going to say yes to Travis, Spence. It’d be pretty damn rude for me to date him when I very much like and want to date you.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he gives a toothy, hesitant smile, “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” You step closer. Spencer can’t take his eyes off you, not that he’s been able to at any point tonight, but now you can tell he can’t help but ogle at you.

It makes you feel fuzzy inside, that mix of excitement and nerves that you always get around Spencer.

“Well, what should we do about that?” He teases, but some anxiety shines through. He’s genuinely asking.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” You ask.

He sputters, “Uh- yes. That would be completely okay.”

“Well then,” You smile, “Come here.”

As if you’ve done it a million times, Spencer’s hands cup your face as he tugs you towards his lips. Your hands find his waist, softly gripping him as your eyes flutter shut and you feel Spencer’s lips for the first time.

Why does it feel so natural? So right?

Spencer has to pull back a couple of seconds later because he’s smiling so wide. You can’t resist and kiss his nose, and he giggles. He giggles.

God, you’re so in love with him.

Spencer glances at the statue standing at the top of the fountain.

“You think she’s angry that we’re kissing in front of her?”

You hum in consideration, “Definitely jealous. I mean, not everyone gets to kiss the most handsome guy at the ball.”

He can’t help but blush, and although you have a teasing tone you both know you genuinely mean it.

From where you’re standing you can still slightly hear the sound of the band inside – some kind of smooth jazz is being played now, nice and slow.

You turn and offer your hand to Spencer, just like before, “Another dance, kind sir?”

Spencer gives you a cheeky smile, “As long as you promise no Travis-like interruptions this time.”

He pulls you close, definitely closer than before as your lips nearly touch and you can feel his breath, and you rub the tip of your nose against his. “No Travis, no one, just us.”

“And the voyeur statue,” He gestures with his head towards the fountain.

You both look, and your hand leaves his shoulder to flip her off.

“Back off, hag.” You joke, and Spencer laughs at your absurdity.

Then you dance, for the second time, to the music that flows out from inside. Under the moonlight, with the twinkling stars, Spencer is convinced this is the closest to Heaven on Earth. With you, in his arms, dopey grins and loving stares.

God, he’s so in love with you.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfic #mine #i thought i liked this but then i left it for a day and now my opinion has DRASTICALLY CHANGED #decent idea. terrible execution

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fockfjdkfncnfn · 3 years

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After party glow | Calum hood smut

summary: you and cal had plans for a night in but suddenly remember you have to go to a party. Calum is anxious and a little nervous at first but loosens up at the party and things a lil freakayyyy ;)

warnings: slight daddy kink, some cute fluff stuff, oral (male receiving) uhhhm yea

word count: 2772

A/N: this is my first smut i’ve ever written and honestly i’m pretty proud of it lol so if you could reblog it if you like it, i would appreciate that a lot and also plz give feed back, good or bad! also requests are open :) okay, i hope you enjoy!

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it was a Friday night and you and calum had planned on staying in tonight and watch movies together. you hadn’t been able to spend much quality time with him because both your work schedules has been clashing lately. outside it was windy and you could hear the strong gusts of wind and rain drops hitting the windows of your home.

as you were settling down and getting comfortable on the sofa, you watch calum as he stands in front of the tv deciding what movie to watch. “any suggestions, babe?” he says, looking at you with a soft smile on his face. “hmmm we could monsters inc? i know it’s your favorite”. you knew that calum had been feeling a little home sick lately and you’d been feeling a bit helpless since you didn’t know how to help and you thought suggesting his favorite childhood movie would subtly let him know that you were here for him if he needed to talk, and also for him to feel some comfort. “sounds good to me” he says and lays down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap.

you look down to see his dark brown eyes focused on the screen and you start to rake your fingers through his soft curls, analyzing the little streaks of blonde still left in his hair since he bleached it. as you lift your hand to run your fingers through his hair once more, you get interrupted by calum’s phone going off.

he looks at his phone and lets out a frustrated sigh. “everything okay?” you say as you brush through his hair. calum sits up causing his curls to slip through your fingers. “babe, i know we planned to stay in tonight but i completely forgot that Luke was throwing a party tonight and i promised we’d go. ashton just texted me asking where we were”. you look at him with a puzzled look on your face, “oh, why didn’t you tell me he invited us?” you say. you noticed that calum started to become flustered and anxious. “i was meant to tell you last night but i was so tired and forgot about it i know you’re really tired and-“

“cal, it’s okay i understand” you say cutting him off. you knew the stress had gotten to him because he was tripping over his words and fumbling with his hands when he was trying to explain himself.

you see relief wash over him after you speak. “honestly y/n i don’t really wanna go out tonight and i know you don’t either. but i promised Luke i’d be there”. usually you and cal were the type to never turn down a party, but for the past month or so, with your busy schedules you both hadn’t been to one in a long time.

he was right you didn’t want to go out tonight, but you knew that saying that woukd cause him to be more stressed then he already was. “okay well, we should start getting ready then” you say with a smile on your face as you turn off the tv.

you walk into you and calum’s room and open up the door that led you into your walk in closet and start to fish through your clothes. calum shortly follows your foot steps and does the same.

“babe, you should wear that black dress you wore on our first date, it’s my favorite” calum says with a smirk on his face. “good idea!” you say as you grab it to take it into the bathroom. “where are you going?” calum says, “you still feel uncomfortable getting dressed in front of me?” he says with a giggle. “of course not!” you protest “i wanna do my make up all pretty and show you when i’m done” you say with a grin as you swiftly turn on your heels to face the exit of the closet and walk out. you and calum hadn’t had the chance to go out in a long time, so he hadn’t seen you dressed up in a while and vice versa.

you walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. you rest your hands in front of you on the edge of the sink and look up to stare at your reflection and smile with excitement as you grab your foundation and get to work. you decided to do a classic make up look consisting of foundation, winged liner, red lipstick and a little blush. “just how he likes it” you whisper to yourself as you add the finishing touches. you quickly straighten your hair as you hear cals voice echo through the hall way.

“gotta go in ten minutes my love!”

“okay!” you say.

you take off your clothes and slip on the black dress and take one last look into the mirror before you walk out. you smile and go to unlock the door. you open it just a crack to peek through the gap to make sure calum isn’t in the room. once you affirm yourself that he isn’t there, you quickly go into your closet to get out your black heels to match your dress.

“babe we gotta go!” you hear calum yell again. you hear the sound of his keys rattling, meaning he’s already at the door ready to go. you quickly slip on your heels and walk out into the hall way. you hear calum about to call for you again until he hears your foot steps as you walk around the corner. his focus quickly moves from his keys to you and you could see the lust start to form in his eyes. “you look beautiful” he says softly, with a smile and look of admiration on his face. calum was wearing a black dress shirt and black jeans with a black and red blazer. you could tell he tried to match your dress and coincidentally, it matched your makeup too. “thanks” you say with a nervous laugh as you look down at the reflection on your shiny black heels. you and calum had been dating for over six months now, but you never get used to his compliments. it brings back the feeling of butterflies every time. “hey! your outfit matches mine!” you say, trying to get the attention off of you. he giggles and offers his hand out to you. you take it as he unlocks the door and you both walk out to his car.

once you reach the car, he walks over to your side and opens the door for you “for my love” he says with a grin. “well thank you kind sir” you say playfully as you hop in. you watch as he walks around to the other side of the car and get in. he shuts the door and lets out another big sigh as he takes a hold of the steering wheel before starting the car. you knew that calum had been feeling anxious lately due to all the stress that he’d been experiencing but you’d never seen him get anxious or nervous before a party which mainly consisted of people he knew.

“hey” you say softly, resting a hand on his thigh. “it’s gonna be okay, we can just go for a little bit and if you feel uncomfortable or uneasy, we can go” you say. he turns to you, putting his hand on your cheek. “what would i do without you princess” he says and starts the car. the car ride was peaceful, there was music playing in the background and you didn’t talk much, but you could tell that you both appreciated just being in each other’s presence. as you neared Luke’s house, you notice all the colorful lights and loud music playing. calum parks the car and you both hop out. as you start walking towards the house you link your arm around his and you look up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you with a smile on his face.

when you walk in you’re greeted with flashing lights, the smell of tequila and sierra running towards you. “Y/N!!!! you made it!” she says, hugging you tight. “how have you been?!” you say as you let go of eachother. “i’m doing good! just doing the usual you know, nothing crazy” she says. as you get lost in conversation with Sierra you notice that calum isn’t by your side anymore but across the room talking to Michael and a few other unfamiliar faces. “Wanna go say hi and meet the others?” Sierra says. “sure!” you say as she grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd.

“ayyyy y/n! so glad you could make it” Michael says as he goes in for a hug. “these are my friends” Michael says as he introduces the others standing next to him. Moments later you hear whispering behind you and before you could turn around to see who it was Luke picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “guess who!” he says as he’s laughing and swinging you around. you laugh uncontrollably as he gently puts you down. “can always count on you to give me some weird greeting can’t i Hemmings?” you say giggling as he puts you down. you both laugh and as you do, you see Ashton behind him poking his head through. “hi y/n!” he says. “so i see you finally managed to drag calum out to a party?” he says playfully and looks at calum. they both laugh and you go to the kitchen to grab you and calum a drink. you thought you’d grab a can of coke instead of alcohol since cal was driving tonight and you got a can of sprite for yourself. you go back to join the crowd and slightly tug at calums arm to hand him the drink. you see his hands reach out to grab the drink. “thanks babe” he says quietly and you see him immerse himself back into the conversation which brought you some relief because you could tell he was feeling less anxious.

as the night goes on, you notice people slowly start to leave and the house become quieter and quieter. after everyone left, it was just you, Cal, Luke, Sierra, Ashton, Kay kay, Michael and Crystal and you all decided to have a bonfire. as everyone gathered around the fire, talking and laughing, you notice a hand rubbing on your thigh. you ignore it and continue the conversation but quickly break away when you notice the hand getting a little to high for comfort. you turn to calum and see he has a smirk on his face. “and what do you think your doing?” you say as you put your hand on top of his to shift it down. “i need to use the bathroom babe” he says with a smirk on his face. “mhmm, i think you can do that by yourself” you say and turn your back to him to get back to talking to Crystal and Sierra. you feel a hand go from the small of your back to the curve of your waist and hear a soft husky voice in your ear “i think i need a little help princess”. you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks as his hand slips away and you watch him get up and walk into the house. without hesitation you get up to go follow him. “u-uh, i’ll be back guys” you say as you quickly get up and lightly jog to catch up to him. as you do, you see him turn round the corner and go into the bathroom. as you walk in and turn to lock the door, calum turns you back and pushes you against it, quickly forcing it shut as his hands wrap round your waist and he goes in for a passionate kiss. you giggle and break away from the kiss “someone’s feeling better” you say. “i was nervous before but watching you all night, dolled up like that and in that pretty little dress, you were the only thing i could see in the room. the thought of that helped me calm down but now it’s a problem cause you’re really turning me on babe” he says with a grin. you giggle as he leans closer to you so that you could feel his bulge through his jeans.

your lips reconnect and calum starts to snake his hands up your dress to unzip it and slip it off along with your underwear, leaving you naked. you pull of his shirt and start rubbing the bugle through his jeans which earns you a slight moan from him. you kneel down and start undoing his belt and pull his pants down along with his boxers. “my pretty little girl” he whispers as he grabs a handful of your hair and you wrap your hands around his cock. you move them up and down a couple of times, then open your mouth to take in his cock. you hollow your cheeks to take as much of him as you can. you look up to see his head thrown back and you hear him moan “just like that baby yes”. his moans alone already make you a soaking mess for him and you moan with him so he can feel more pleasure from the vibrations.

“get up” he says with a stern, but soft voice.

“i’m gonna fuck you princess, but you have to be quiet okay”

you look up at him nodding while still on your knees as you wipe the pre cum and spit off your chin.

you stand up and he lifts you up onto the bathroom sink. you see him stand there, lust filled in his eyes as he scans your body up and down. you lock your lips together and as you do you feel the familiar movement of his hand moving up your thigh again. as he slowly gets closer and closer, you could feel the heat building up in your core. he starts rubbing little circles over clit and you moans at the sudden contact. you lean your head back onto the mirror as you feel has soft fingers move on your clit in figure eights, just the way you like it.

“cal i need you” you say breathlessly, him still rubbing your clit.

“whatever you say princess” he says into your ear.

he slips his hands under your thighs to readjust you and lines himself up before he plunges into you. you moan as you feels your walls contracting around him.

“fuck princess your so tight” he says as he pumps in and out of you

“yes calum right there” you moan as he started to thrust harder and faster into your pussy, perfectly hitting your g spot.

“yes who?” he says with a dark husky voice

“yes daddy” you say with a shaky voice as he pumps into you giving you eye contact

“tell me how much you love it” he says breathlessly “tell me how good daddy does it for you”

“i love it. i love it so much daddy” you moan out as you scratch his back in pleasure.

he brings one of his hands from your waist to rub your clit and you start to squirm under the stimulation.

“fuck baby girl” he says as he pumps in and out of you even faster

you start to become a moaning mess as you start to feel the familiar heat build up in your core signaling that you’re close to cumming

you feel your toes start to curl and you feel his thrusts becoming slower, letting you know that he was close too.

“i’m close baby” you barely moan out as the sensation comes closer and stronger

“me too baby” he says as he sloppily thrusts into you

his thumb starts to move faster on your clit which pushes you over the edge.

“fuck daddy yes” you moan out. you squirm as you feel all the built up heat release.

not long after you feel calum’s warm liquid squirt into you and he moans out a string of profanities into the crook of your neck and shoulder in an attempt to hide the fact that you were fucking in Luke’s bathroom.

You both breath heavily, trying to catch your breaths and taking time to re collect yourselves. you both lock eyes with eachother after a few seconds and break into laughter as you lean in for a kiss.

“if anyone asks what we were doing when we go back out there, say that i was helping you fix your dress or something” he says to you, laughing.

he helps you zip up your dress and you help him button up his shirt and you both walk out together, holding hands and giggling to yourselves trying to not look suspicious.

“i hope you cleaned up” Luke says as we walk out.

“looks like y/n gave you that after party glow Calum” Michael scoffs.

“i was helping her fix her dress!” Calum blurts out, his cheeks glowing red.

smooth cal, smooth.

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bitchiha · 4 years

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Hi! i see you reblog some of my reblogs(?) and i decided to visiting your blog 😁. if you dont mind can i have imagine with minato fall with his female bestfriend? thank you~

A/N: LmAo yah sometimes I stalk pages bc I get bored so I probably did that to you lmfao awkward.. anyway, here ya go! I was working on this before my little break and I thought I had it queued up but I guess not.. so here it is.

✎ Minato x Falling in love with his best friend

He probably won’t even notice that hes catching feelings for you. Not until you two are a little bit older. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s always admired you and thought you were pretty, but I mean who didn’t think that about you?

As Genins, everyone seen how obvious it was that he had a crush on you. Even if the two of you couldn’t see it for yourselves, it was practically written on both your foreheads.

If you two ever ended up in some kind of trouble around the village (probably trouble you dragged him into), he would always take maximum blame. It was kinda like second nature and half the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it. You’d always end up fighting over who was taking the blame though, tbh. Like you didn’t want him to get introuble for something you dragged him into and he didn’t want you to get in trouble for something he let you drag him into it.

If you guys were on missions together, he would always do his best to protect you. Like even though you were genins on little missions like rescuing cats or something, he would still be keeping an eye on you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, but he couldn’t help himself.

He would also stare at you.. a lot. Like he would probably look away embarrassed when you catch him staring, but it doesn’t help him tbh because you’ll still tease him about it.

He’d also be very attentive with you, like more than he usually was with anyone else. Like oh you’re thirsty? Drink the last of his water, it’s fine if he’s dying of thirst to he doesn’t care if it’s for you. He’ll also know the slightest changes you make to your appearance. If you cut your hair like 0.3 cm shorter, he’ll know.

Also gets nervous when it’s time for your bday or special occasions bc he wants to get you something special. And don’t you worry because his gifts will always blow you away. They’re always so thoughtful and amazing.

Even if you’re a shitty gift giver, he’ll accept anything you give him with open arms and he’ll wear it with pride. Whenever he thinks about it or looks at it, he’ll smile happily.

Same thing with compliments you give him. If you say something about how he looks good today, or you like the shirt he’s wearing, he’ll think about it all the time. Especially if you compliment him on his smarts and ninja skills. That gives him a good confidence boost.

As for you, he’ll compliment you whenever he can muster up the courage to. When he can’t, he’s complimenting your ass in his head. Like you just kicked a bad guys ass and he’s smiling at you and in his head he’s like “that’s my girl!” But in real life he just says something like “good job!” Or “that was great.”

But he’s so oblivious to his feelings that all his love sickness carries on into his teen years.

When you started to go on missions alone together, that’s when he starts to realize that he liked you as more than a friend. You two were busy ninjas, so you hardly ever got missions together as teens, especially not long ones that took more than a day to do.

Anyways, when you two finally got one together, it was little things he started to notice first: like how he much loved when you walked in-front of him (this way he could admire you more secretly), or how much he liked your voice when you just blabbed to him about everything and anything or the butterflies in his stomach when you smiled at him or laughed at something he said.

You were the bigger talker and the more eccentric one of the two and the whole mission he couldn’t help but think about how much he really loved that about you. Like you were such a ball of light and he really adored it.

He’d also start getting red in the face when you two have to set up camp for the night together. He knows this means you’ll end up sleeping in the same tent alone with one another, seeing as it’s just the two of you. It was never a problem before, but now that you’re older and it’s just the two of you.. well he can’t help but get knots in his stomach.

Like you both climb into your sleeping bags and turn out the light, but he’s so overly conscious that you’re sleeping right next to him that he doesn’t actually sleep. He’ll probably listen to your light snoring or the little movements you’ll make in your sleep instead and he can’t help but smile. Like he’s so giddy, and for what? To listen to you snore?

That’s when it hits him and he’s like: oh shit I think I like her.. like.. like her like her.

Then another time, you two are training together like usual and for some reason he isn’t really focussing. Like it’s a hot day so you’re just wearing a tank top and some shorts which you usually do when it starts getting this hot outside, but for some reason though, he literally can’t stop staring. Like he’s hyper focused on your tank top and he doesn’t know why.

So you end up whooping his ass in sparing, which isn’t normal at all because it’s usually him kicking your ass. But he literally can’t focus for the life of him. Like he’s very skilled and really respected as a ninja, so why is his best friend wearing a tank top throwing him off so much.

You two end up laying on the grass all out of breath and a little shocked. You’ll ask him what’s wrong and he’ll make up some excuse and you can tell it’s just some rushed false answer, but you don’t wanna pry so you leave it be.

After those two incidents though, he ends up becoming more awkward around you and it annoys the shit out of you. Like before you two could just hang out all the time and talk about whatever. It’s mostly just you ranting or blabbing to him while he listens and offers advice, but still, that didn’t mean you two didn’t enjoy it.

He’s always been the level headed and more shy one in your friendship. You’re the one who’s more out there, it’s a bit of a clash but it’s perfect and he’s always admired you that way. So, you probably end up getting fed up and you like grab him by his shoulders and will be like: what is your problem Minato!1!1!1!!

Like you’re literally just shaking him by the shoulders and he’s like :0

Then he ends up finally telling you once you literally shake it out of him tbh... you know you got that Debby Ryan smirk on your face JDBSBSHSHSHSHSHS.

Anyways, as I said before, it’s obvious that you two like eachother, but you were the only to people who didn’t notice. So you’re all surprised when he confesses but you’re also vv happy.

10/10 would recommend, Minato would be the best boyfriend

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wanderingtrash · 4 years

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Chérie

I missed y’all :( I’m bacckkk

I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best

I'm selfish so I'm hating it

I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress

Take it as a compliment

Y/N sat on the white soft couch that adorned her living room. The lights were dimmed and rightfully so compared to how she was feeling. Her emotions got the absolute best of her, and no matter how hard she tried to keep herself at bay she couldn’t. Tears stung her eyes as she listened to the lovely song, and she meant that in the most sarcastic of ways. Harry’s soft voice filled her ears as her ear buds stuck into her ears, which she had tried to pry off mentally but she couldn’t.

Fine Line had come out, it had been an hour since but it did. The first thirty minutes Y/N kept herself busy. Cleaning, often looking at her phone to see the notifications that peered through her screen. People, fans tweeting and asking her how she felt about cherry. The song that graced her ear drums as she sat fiddling with her fingers.

‘Coucou’

Her voice too was soft and plush. Like a soft marshmallow, like the ones Harry used to like in his hot choclate when it was cold out, or when he was sick and he was too stubborn to accept the fact that he couldn’t drink something so heavy for his throat. But he always found a way to make his sweet Y/B give to him what he wanted. The woman shifted on her couch. Warm salty tears trailed down her cheek. Sniffling she nodded along to the beat of the drums and subconsciously so. A soft pang through her heart. His ex girlfriend was no doubt beautiful. Camille was her name. She held a part of Harry’s heart that Y/N could never. And it was obvious to her. Not that she would argue with the fact. Her love for him was more than she could bare, but she gave it to him anyways.

His soft begs in a melodic tone for Camille not to call her current partner what she used to call him hurt. Especially since Y/N use to call him that as well. She wondered if at times Harry hated it when she called him that, because it reminded him of Camille. She wondered if at all Harry even wanted to be associated with her. Not that he denied her or pushed her away. But the album made her think many things and doubt a lot of others. Sure Harry loved her. For a whole nine months he loved her. Cared for her, pulled her into his arms and told her everything would be okay when she cried. He was wonderful.

And for what seemed like a few minutes he was hers and she was his.

What did she expect? The man was just out of a relationship with her. Not really, but a few months. Right after his tour ended, him and Camille split up. And Y/N came into the picture.

Y/N casually stood near the cereal isle. Her hands holding two boxes, one with fruit loops and the other with Kellogg’s cereal. The one with the dried strawberries. And the girl woman found it difficult to make up her mind. Should she strive for health? Or stuff her face with the delicious fruity sweet cereal. As she was contemplating, a figure stood behind her observing the cereals as well. He has on a dark hoodie with a packerr logo on it, and his hair was pushed back with a thin black headband, although it was barley noticeable since he had his hood pushed over his head.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she was backing up without looking behind her to blindly reach for her cart and felt a body press against her back. “Oof, sorry about that.” Y/N gasped and jumped softly. Her eyes were greeted with the light eyed man. Who had a tired smile and sleepy eyes nodding at her. As if to say there was no problem.

“Don’t worry about it, s’ my fault too for not focusing on who was in front of me. My apologies.” He laughed with his hands in his pockets. He looked comfy and sleepy. Y/N smiled and blushed. “M’Harry..” he said and pushed his hand out to shake her hand. Y/N knew who he was, but she didn’t want to scare him away. She wasn’t even that big of a fan of him. Not because she didn’t like him. But mostly because she was unaware of what he did after one direction. She didn’t even keep up with the band when they were together.

And that’s how it started. With a conversation about cereals that lasted nearly an hour, that went from that to talking about how their night was going. To finally exchanging phone numbers.

A shaky sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she caught the dull and pained expression on her face from the reflection on her tv which was turned off. Not even baring to look again at her face, the woman’s face looked down at her phone. The song was almost over, unlike most people Y/N didn’t know what to expect next. As the song seemingly went to its end although there were still fourth seconds left, Y/N went to move her earphones from her ears. Before a soft faint strum of a guitar caught her attention. Looking down she paused.

Coucou ! Tu dors ? Oh, j'suis désolée...

Bah non... Nan, c'est pas important...

Ouais, on a été à la plage, et maintenant on—

Parfait ! Harry

Y/N sobbed as she heard that voice. That voice if distinct French accent that she heard all over the media once her and Harry became a thing. The alleged dating. Which Harry later confirmed to her that they in fact did date. But did not go into much detail. As his relationship with Y/N was new and he respected that and her. She was not prepared for that. The voicemail. Her heart shattered again into a million pieces. Just like the night they broke up all over again.

“It’s for the best Y/N...I’m not giving you my 100% and that’s not fair to you, or us...” Harry said with a crack of his voice. Both of them standing across form eachother in Harry’s apartment in California. His bags packed near the door as he was ready to head for Japan in a much needed break, and to convert his pain into art. Y/N nodded, even if tears did fall she felt the same. He wasn’t ready to give a new relationship his one hundred, as pain still lingered in his heart.

“I understand Harry...”

“I adore you Y/N..” and those where the last words that escaped his beautiful lips that’s she heard spoke to her.

Before Y/N yanked her earphones out from her phone’s charging port a soft ping rang across her living room.

New voice message - Harry

A quick press of the notification and a cracked and staticky voice that was so familiar expanded throughout her very quiet living room.

“Hey um, it’s Harry...” A soft pause. “I need to talk to you. Call me back when you can Sunflower,, I mean Y/N. Sorry.” He quickly apologized before ending the voice mail.

And Y/N couldn’t help but tearily smile.

And as fate would have it the next thing Y/N heard echoing from the walls of her living room was

Sunflower

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

Let me inside, wish I could get to know you

Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue-tied

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void-selfships-archive · 3 years

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Hello, Ash. I am once again. Sending in all the questions for an ask game. This time its the nature one. Next time? Who knows. Anyway answer all of them w/ Kara if you want jdhdhdhdhd - Omen

@gentle-horrors BRO I gotchu tysm

oak - who’s the more emotional one? how do you balance each other out in this aspect?

Oh that's definitely Kara, if I compliment him he might cry- which is ok! I appreciate it since he knows he can tell me stuff, yknow? I think he helps me be a little more...emotional sometimes, I have a hard time with it lmao.

mist - how does your f/o help you out when you’re feeling lost?

He thinks big, soul searching trips with musical accompaniment help. With him as the musical accompaniment? I don't really mind. It's always nice spending time with him even if we end up going halfway across the world and not finding anything. ["At least we had eachother." He would probably say, looking off into the distance. And then I'd laugh and kiss his face bc I love him.]

stars - what kind of a date would your f/o take you on?

A romantic one most definitely. Any type of...hallmark, cheesy, christmas romcom style date he could do? He would. A lot of the time they're just picnic dates or walks, he can't afford some of the stuff he wants to do haha. But it's ok, I appreciate it nonetheless.

apple - do you and your f/o cook together? what do you make?

Oh god more like HE cooks for us Mr. World-Class Chef. I'm moreso handing him stuff half the time, not in a bad way, he just has so much fun cooking for me, saying it's just one of those ways to appreciate everything I do for him- I stg he spoils me sometimes.

dove - what kind of wedding would you and your f/o have?

I dunno! I've never really thought about marriage...I'm sure he has- though I've never really asked.

I feel like they'd get in an argument about it anyway.

storm - what are cozy days in with your f/o like?

Relaxing, he usually comes over and we sit on the couch n'watch movies or just listen to music!

Or sleep, I lay on his chest, he starts humming, I doze off at a point- it's super nice f'im gonna be honest...

ivy - how do you take care of each other when you’re sick?

He makes sure he's near me 24/7 to make sure I'm alright and I end up kicking him out for a hot minute. With him, I'm there but also keeping my distance so I don't get sick myself haha- he can be so dramatic about it too...I love him.

fawn - do you and your f/o play video games together? which ones?

YEAH we tend to play super chill ones because stuff like Smash or Mario Kart gets us both feeling...a little pissy and competitive. So Stardew Valley is a big one! He likes to entertain the thought of moving out and just vibing. I think its valid, I wanna do the same thing.

peaches - how did you and your f/o meet?

OH ok so like I met him at the park! Actually it was really funny he was leaning on the bridge acting all cool n'shit- I really only noticed him bc he looked...exactly like Oso. And I could tell it wasn't him, he looked too cool. I figured it must have been one of his brothers- JUST realized I hadn't even met any of them before this. So I decided to put my big boy pants on and say hi. He got so startled that I was actually talking to him that he fell off...of the bridge. I couldn't really help him so I kinda just panicked and waited for him to get out. Praying for him to get out actually. But it went pretty smoothly after that! Introductions were made and I told him his jacket was cool and he started to compliment me from hell and back. It was nice.

pine - do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I don't. You gotta build relationships in my opinion. Kara does tho! I think it's cute.

pond - how do you get along with your f/o’s friends?

He doesn't really have any. I mean that in a nice way.

mushroom - give a headcanon of your f/o

He's actually really good at the guitar? And cooking. I feel like those are indirectly canon things but honestly? I like them all the same.

moonlight - freebie! say anything you’d like about your f/o

I LOVE....H...HIM SOBS

#sOBS ANYWAY WHOS CUTTING ONIONS--#ty Omen it just occurred to me that i technically did this Ask Game semi-recently #smh #◇horrifying friend content◇

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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Please, officer - Tom Holland x reader

Hello everyone! I’m back with another story, and since it’s Halloween now I feel like its appropriate to post this now. This was an idea I have had in my head for an embarrassingly long time but never did anything with, until now! SO I do hope you will enjoy this!

Word count: 4,1K OOPS!

Warning: SMUT! and curse words

The bass was thrumming through your entire body, music blaring as you got lost in the music, arms high in the air as you let your body move with the music. Bodies were pressed up against you, the heat from everyone around you making beads of sweat trickle down your temple. You were so lost in the music you didn't register that someone came up to you from behind, wrapping their big hands on your hips. For a brief moment you tensed up before a very familiar cologne surrounded your senses and you relaxed, wrapping your arm around Tom's neck. You smiled dancing with him,

"You're looking absolutely lethal tonight," he murmured huskily in your ear causing you to bite your lip, teasingly rubbing your ass against his crotch hearing the groan that escaped him. "So're you," you hummed turning around looking at him. You had dressed up as Sandy from Grease, instead of the leather pants, you'd optioned for a leather skirt, feeling that it was a bit more you. Still really sexy and quite playful. Tom had dressed up as a cop and he looked almighty fine in that outfit, the shirt being on the verge of too-tight really defining his chest and arms. Not to mention the trousers he wore were so fitted, they showed off his thighs and ass in the most delicious way possible. "Why thanks babe," he smirked, "Want a drink?" he asked noticing that your hands were empty, you decided that a break from dancing was what you needed, so you nodded and let him take your hand, leading you through the crowd of people over to the bar. "What're you having?" he smiled, leaning towards you, giving you all of his undivided attention, "I feel like a mojito please," you smiled and he did too, ordering your mojito and a GT for himself. "This is a pretty neat party isn't it?" he cocked his eyebrow at you, "It really is, it's so nice to be here and just let loose too with some of our best friends," you smiled, you sure had been letting loose with Tom and hoped for some more. "That reminds me, Haz wanted us to come find him after I managed to find you among the crowd," he chuckled and you quirked an eyebrow, "Oh? What does Haz want with us?" "Fuck knows, he just wanted us to find him, do you wanna go?" he nodded his head toward the door. "Alright, alright, can we bring the drinks with us?" you questioned and he chuckled, "I'll text him and see where he's gone off," Tom pulled his phone out and you watched his nimble and quick fingers typing out a text to Haz, it didn't take long at all for Tom to get a response, "Oh they've headed back to the flat," he pouted a bit and you did too, "Tell him we'll be there once we've finished our drinks, I hope he's got some booze," you grinned deviously making Tom laugh, "I'm positive there's booze there," he nodded confidently. It didn't take long for the two of you to polish off your drinks and you headed out into the crisp autumn evening, the both of you sobering up on your walk back to Tom and Haz's flat. Which wasn't far away from your flat either, about a 5 minute walk. Tom walked first, your hands entwined as he opened the door and both of you were surprised to see just how many people were in the flat, the music pounding and loud voices everywhere. There seemed to be red plastic cups wherever you looked. You curiously looked over at Tom seeing the pure bewilderment in his eyes as he took in the scene infront of him. He tugged on your hand, pulling you with him to the kitchen, finding Haz there chatting up a pretty girl, "Hey Haz," Tom greeted and he lit up, "Hey! Hey Y/N," he smiled sweetly at you and you couldn't help but to grin at him, seeing that he was a tad drunk, "Hey Haz, this is quite a party isn't it?" you giggled and he smiled wider, "It's wicked!" he said enthusiastically making even Tom laugh. Tom was surprised, but he saw how much fun everyone had so he didn't have it in him to be mad at Harrison for doing this, even though you both knew that the clean-up would be a nightmare come tomorrow morning. "Tom said you wanted us to come find you?" you left the question open-ended and Haz nodded, "Ah yes! I want us all to play a game," he grinned and you almost smacked your hand to your forehead, that was why you both had to leave from having a really fun time together? To play a game? You could tell Tom had a similiar thought as yourself. "Are you serious?" he deadpanned and Haz faltered slightly "Well...yeah," he said a bit unsure now, you looked at Tom with puppy eyes, "It could be really fun. Get a few drinks in us and we're game," you giggled at yourself and your choice of words making both boys groan, "I doubt that you need anything else to drink if you're already cracking those kinds of jokes," Tom teased making you roll your eyes, "You just watch boys, Imma drink you under the table," you taunted, "Yeah right," Harrison laughed and you cocked your hip, placing your hand on it, "Fetch me a drink Holland and we're on Hazza-boy," you said confidently making Tom laugh as he walked over to all of the booze for sure mixing you something undeniably strong. While he did that you walked around finding a bunch of friends there, among them you found Zendaya making you light up, "Hey Z!" you grinned going over to give her a big hug, "Hey girl!" she beamed looking absolutely stunning as a sexy vampire, "You look amazing," you gushed taking her outfit in, "So do you! Hot as hell!" she complimented making you blush, "Thank you," you grinned, you felt like a million bucks as freaking Zendaya herself thought you looked amazing. "Could it be to impress a certain mr. Holland?" she teased, knowing of your crush on him and your eyes widened, "Shut up, I did this for no one but myself," you stated proudly but the look in her eyes made you blush even more. You didn't need to say anything else. "If it makes you feel any better, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you since the two of you got here. And don't think I didn't see your fingers when you arrived," she smirked, you had to bite your lip to conceal your smile now. Your and Tom's friendship had always been close and you were both very affectionate with eachother, you often borrowing his clothes, you and him sharing a bed or cuddling up together on set causing the rumours to go around, if you two were indeed dating or not. "There you are," Tom said coming up to you and Z, handing you the drink and giving Zendaya a hug, "You're looking lovely," he complimented her making her smile and you felt some kind of jealously flame up inside of you, "Thank you! You're not too bad yourself, are those cuffs real?" she inquired and you looked down, only now noticing the handcuffs that were on Tom's outfit. Your throat going dry imagining all of the things his cuffs could do to you. "Oh yeah they're real," he winked, you gulped and Zendaya saw it, throwing you a subtle wink. You looked down, having a sip of your drink. "Really? Anyone you're gonna use them on?" she pressed and you wanted to melt through the ground, "Mmmh, might have a certain someone in mind, but you never know," he vaguely said, breaking your heart just a little. Zendaya saw your expression still giving you a hopeful look, "That so Tom?" she smiled and he nodded, glancing at you biting his lip. All of a sudden you were filled with hope. But before he could answer someone threw themselves on your shoulder, you glanced over seeing Haz there, holding onto you and Tom, his face between the both of yours. "Let's play truth or dare!" he exclaimed like an excited puppy, "Truth or dare? Really Haz?" Tom asked un-impressed but Haz ignored the look on his face and nodded happily, "C'mon!" he ushered and you giggled at his antics, following his lead. You smiled feeling Tom take your hand and soon enough you sat down in a circle, the two of you sitting next to eachother. Zendaya was somewhere infront of you and you smiled. "Alright who's first?" Haz called out, his eyes zero-ing in on Tom, "No,no," he shook his head making you giggle, "Thomas Holland, truth or dare?" Harrison grinned, "Dare," "I dare you to slap the person to your left, on the ass," Haz smirked knowing you were seated on his left. Your eyes widened as your eyes darted between Tom, Haz and Zendaya. Tom had a small smirk on his face though, "Gotta get up a bit for me love," he chuckled and you complied, getting up on your knees, without any warning you felt Tom's hand come in contact with your ass, jolting you forward. You nearly moaned out loud, but you held back remembering that you were in a room full of people. "Damn," you whispered, clenching your thighs together because that turned you on, a lot. "You like that?" Tom smirked, asking you in a low voice so only you would hear. "Mmh, wouldn't you like to know?" you winked, "Alright Tom, your turn to ask now," Haz interrupted you two before it could get any further or heated between you two. You were getting kind of sick of the little interruptions here and there that were continuously happening. You wanted to see how far the tension between you and Tom would go and what would happen. "Y/N, truth or dare?" he grinned impishly. "Truth," you stated and he nodded, "Where's your favourite place to be kissed?" "Why? Wanna kiss it?" you smirked and he grinned, "maybe I do," he said vaguely making you giggle. "My neck," you said looking him dead in the eye, seeing his gaze drop down to your neck. "Good to know," he hummed and you bit your lip as you asked one of the other players in the circle, the questions and dares getting more daring each turn. Tom put his hand on your upper thigh, rubbing it and you bit your lip opening your legs just a bit, so his hand slipped down and up further, nearing the place you wanted it the most. No one was really paying the two of you any attention anyways and besides, there was something exhilarating in doing this with a room full of people. "You're being very naughty aren't you?" he murmured in your ear making your breath catch, his breath falling on your neck causing goosebumps to appear all over you. "Maybe you should put those cuffs to good use then and punish me," you breathed looking into his eyes seeing him gulp, eyes darting between your eyes and lips, "I really should," he said huskily and you bit your lip letting out the smallest whimper, feeling your pussy throb. His hand slipped under your skirt, you could feel the warmth from his hand so close to where you wanted it the most it was driving you crazy, "Please Tom," you nearly planted, not believing how quickly this escalated, you knew deep down that this would have to move somewhere more privately at any given moment now before you jumped his bones infront of everyone. You weren't far off from doing that, he was driving you wild.

"Please what?" he hummed finger grazing your pussy through your panties making you let out a gasp, your whole body jolting forward at the sensation. "Take me to your room," you nearly begged, seeing the way his eyes darkened even more now, just as he removed his hand from your pussy, to get up and help you up, Harrison's voice broke your little bubble, "Z, I dare you to give someone you find attractive a kiss," he smirked, without hesitation she walked over to you, planting a kiss on your lips making you gasp against her lips. It wasn't a long kiss at all, but it was really pleasant, and you couldn't help but to touch your lips, feeling them tingle a bit once she pulled away giving you a sincere smile and sitting back down. You looked over at Tom seeing how his eyes darkened even further now, taking your hand pulling it towards his bedroom. Your heart was in your throat now. He opened and ushered you inside first, you walked over to his bed, sitting down on it, watching him shut and lock the door. You looked up at him seeing him walk over to you, getting in between your legs, cupping your face in his hands. Your hands were holding his hips, looking at him, "Did you mean it?" he questioned and you furrowed your brows, "Mean what?" "Putting those cuffs to good use," he breathed, running his fingers over your lips, automatically, you opened it and he slipped a finger inside. Never once did you break eye contact with him, sucking on his finger, "I did," you breathed as he slipped a second finger inside of your mouth, thrusting it deeper inside of you as you sucked harder. "Fuck that's hot," he groaned watching you suck his fingers, wishing it was his cock more than anything. "Mmhm," you hummed, pulling on his belt buckle, getting it undone, yanking on the zipper and tugging his trousers down. Your mouth watered and pussy throbbed seeing his hard cock straining through his boxers. "Can't wait to have my cock in your pretty mouth, fucking it raw," he said huskily, making you moan, "Can't wait to have your cock in my mouth," you breathed, palming his cock through his boxers, you bit your lip wanting it inside of you so badly now. "Go on love," he ushered, grabbing hold of your jaw, stroking it as an encouragement, it was all you needed to tug his boxers down, your mouth going dry seeing his cock, red and swollen, curving up toward his belly. "I can't wait to have your cock pounding into me later," you moaned, leaning forward licking the tip of his cock teasingly, hearing the sharp breath he took. "Me neither love, you're gonna look so good riding me," he grunted as you took more of him in your mouth, before pulling back, sucking on the head, licking the slit, catching the drops of pre-cum on your tongue.

He grasped your hair, pulling it into a ponytail with his hand, controlling the speed and how much of him that you took in your mouth. A whine escaped your lips feeling the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and your eyes immediately watered and you had to force yourself to breathe slowly through your nose. You looked up at him knowing you looked a right mess with your mouth full of his cock. "Fuck babe, you're such a sight," he praised and you moaned against his cock, your hand fondling his balls and you felt him twitch inside of your mouth, you could tell he was getting closer and closer so you pulled back, sucking on the head, giving it the proper attention it deserved. "I-i'm gonna cum," he groaned brokenly as you engulfed his cock again, feeling him pulsate as ropes of cum trickled down your throat. You closed your eyes moaning as you swallowed everything he gave you, milking him until he was completely spent. "Jesus," he panted sitting down next to you and you smiled feeling immensely proud of yourself over that blow-job. "Why thank you," you giggled and he looked at you before leaning in, kissing you sensually. You moved closer to him, kissing back just as good as he gave, his hand sneaking up, cupping your cheek and you put yours on his neck, lightly scraping your nails there feeling him shiver. "You're incredible," he murmured against your lips and you felt your heart flip-flop at the compliment. "Thank you, so're you," you whispered as his hands snuck up starting to lift your shirt up, just for a second you broke the kiss letting him remove it leaving you in your skirt, bra and thong. His gaze scorching you as he took you in, normally you'd feel very self conscious at this point, but not tonight, not with Tom. "You're absolutely fucking gorgeous," he praised and you smiled, "As are you. So handsome," you gushed pulling his shirt up revealing his abs. If you could, you'd lick them. "Well go ahead then," he laughed and you blushed, "Did I say that out loud?" you groaned in embarrassment seeing him nod, "'Fraid so babe, but please, go ahead," he nodded cockily and you giggled, "We'll see won't we?" you winked and he laughed before moving in to kiss your neck, you sighed contently, tilting your head giving him more room to explore. You let out a small moan when he found your sweet spot, eyes closing as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark, "Tom," you breathed, fingers running up and down his abs, touching and exploring. His free hands doing the same to you, reaching behind you to remove your bra expertly. He kissed his way down to them placing kisses all over your boobs, right before he took your nipple in his mouth teasing it and you arched your back moaning. "So fucking gorgeous," he murmured against your skin, as you moaned again feeling him lay you down and roll ontop of you in a swift motion. Your legs spreading to accommodating him as he grinded into you, making the air in your lungs get knocked out. "O-oh," you moaned feeling his cock hardening again, rubbing against your pussy through the thong in the most delicious way possible. "God you're dripping aren't you babe?" he growled, "Yeah, please Tom," you moaned pulling him up to your face kissing him heatedly, the both of you moaning into each others mouths as he kept grinding into you. "What's that love?" he taunted, "Gotta tell me what you want," he smirked breaking the kiss to look at you, seeing the way you were panting. "I want you to fuck me, please," you pleaded leaning up to kiss his neck, sucking and biting, "Yeah?" he grunted, this time you bucked your hips up into his as an answer. His hands bunching your skirt up and removing your thong. "You're not taking the skirt off?" you breathed looking up at him and with a devious smirk he shook his head no, "Hell no, that's staying on. I've had that imagine in my head all night long, fucking you in that leather skirt," his admittance made you feel all kinds of things that you enjoyed very much. "What else have you imagined?" you pressed, "Cuffing you," he winked making your throat go dry. Oh he was serious, "Do it," you bravely said and his eyebrows lifted in surprise, but wasted no time getting off you to retrieve the cuffs from his pants that were somewhere on the floor. Whilst he did that you got more comfortable on the bed, watching his every move as nerves filled your whole body. "We need a password," you blurted as he got ontop of you, his brown eyes peering into yours, "Yeah we do, what do you want it to be?" "Ganache," you said without thinking and he laughed, "Ganache? Out of all things?" he questioned and you couldn't help but to laugh too, "What? It's supposed to be something random isn't it?" you challenged and he held his hands up, "Ganache it is," he said cuffing your hands together. You looked up at his face seeing the concentration on it and you bit your lip, "How's that feel?" he murmured and you wriggled your wrists around. It felt fine, not too tight, not too loose either. "It's good," you nodded feeling excitement building now, not to mention the anticipation of what was to come. This was really real and really happening. "You look like every mans wet dream, keep them up there," he demanded motioning for your hands that were cuffed above your head, his eyes roaming all over your body to take the sight of you in before him, naked except for the leather skirt that was now bunched at your waist. "Fuck me," you begged, clenching your thighs together as he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your and you let out a small moan feeling when your nipples brush his rock hard abs.

He only leaned over to get a condom, and watching him roll that on was a show in and of itself. He rubbed his cock all along your pussy, but never pushing inside, just tormenting you making you whine and squirm around, "Tom," you cried out as all of a sudden without warning he slid inside of you, all the air in your lungs leaving your body, you squeezing him tightly and he let out a deep groan, holding onto your hips, lifting them up to slam back into you, going as deep as he could. "Fuck honey," he growled and you cried out uncontrollably, chanting his name over and over as he gave you exactly what you wanted. "You're so big," you moaned loving the way he felt inside of you. His cock reaching places inside of you that you didn't know existed. "Such a tight pussy," he growled and you moaned again as you felt his pelvis against your clit, his hips rolling causing your breath to hitch, "Oh! R-right there!" you screamed out as he found your spot, making fireworks explode behind your eyelids and your whole body coming alive with pleasure, thrumming and burning with it. "God you're so sexy the way you take all of my cock," he groaned watching the way his cock disappeared inside of you so easily and completely, he could feel his own orgasm building just as yours was nearing with every steady and hard thrust against your g-spot. Your eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure. "G-god I'm so close, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered tugging on the cuffs, toes curling as his fingers found your clit causing you to let out another scream as your orgasm completely rolled over you, leaving you breathless and so spent. You moaned lazily still feeling Tom going strong, thrusting into you, but his thrusts had gone sloppy and you could tell how close he was, "Cum Tommy," you moaned, spurring him on, he grunted and pulled out of you making you whine at the loss, your pussy still squeezing at nothing and he saw it, his eyes darkening, but he removed the condom and started jerking off, causing you to moan as you realized what he was doing. "Cum on me, I wanna see you mark me up good," you purred which was all it took, as his hand moved up and down his cock at lightning speed, before letting out a animalistic groan, cumming all over your tummy and tits. You moaned goading him on letting him experience the high you just had, talking and coaxing him through his orgasm. "That's it Tom, next time I can't wait to feel you cum inside me," you moaned seeing him with his head thrown back, the veins in his neck popping out more than usual. "You look so hot when you cum," you praised as he collapsed ontop of you panting but you didn't mind one bit, not really. "So do you baby," he grinned lazily and you leaned up kissing him gently. "Thank you, do you think that maybe you could un-cuff me now?" you giggled and he immediately got up and un-cuffed your hands which were quite tender now. You rubbed your sore wrists together, smiling at the memory already. "Was it okay?" he asked laying down beside you and you looked at him with a satisfied smile. "More than okay baby," you assured, seeing him relax and nod. "What a Halloween huh?" he grinned after a while and you burst into giggles, "We should do it again next year," you joked and he scoffed, "Next year? Fuck no, we're going for round two as soon as I've caught my breath. Need I remind you that I still want to see you ride me?" he smirked running his fingers over your nipples and they perked right up as a shiver ran through you. "Mmh nope, didn't forget," you breathed rolling ontop of him for round two.

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hargroves-little-brat · 4 years

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You’re My Drug

Warnings ~ mentions of smut / angst

A soft smile made its way onto your face as you saw Billy walk into the cafeteria. His pretty blue eyes, sexy smirk and gorgeous little curls made you week in the knees. Steve nudged you, shoving you right out of your daze.

“You coming to Tina’s tonight? Me and Nancy are, heard a little someone wants you to be there” he chuckled, eyebrows wiggling in mischief.

“Uhh- yeah.. sure I’ll go.. who?” You proded your food, looking down at the mush they called a meal.

Steve looked at Nancy for a moment, they’ve noticed how down in the dumps you’ve been lately, even a movie marathon with the two didn’t sort it out, nor did sleepovers with Nancy or chilling with Steve seemed to work.

Nancy decided to clear the silence, “It’s Jake! Isn’t he super sweet? He sits next to you in chemistry right?” Well that was half true, Jake was super sweet, but then Billy kicked him out of his seat just to sit with you.

“How’s it going angelface?” And the moment those smooth words left that fuckers mouth, you were enraptured with him. Every bad thing you had heard about him somehow decided to fade away, and god did you feel terrible, I mean Billy? Billy Hargrove? Really? Steve and Nancy hated him. Tommy and Carol liked him. Every single sign pointed to no, but you still let that small blush creep onto your face once again.

“Umm, it’s ok..” Your voice came out like a small squeak, nerves fuelling your system.

“Well that’s good then princess, hope you don’t mind that I’m sat here either” he got a little bit closer to you and whispered, “I just thought you were kinda cute s’all” the blush on your cheeks got a thousand times darker, which only seemed to boost Billy’s ego more.

Billy was the reason why you day dreamed in class, the reason why you zoned out half way through conversations just at the mention of his name or the smell of cigarette smoke, the reason why at night your fingers ventured down to take care of an ache that only he’d been able to cause.

And you swear you aren’t boy crazy but Billy just seemed to push you over the edge.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Quickly you snapped out of your gaze, which seemed to be very fixed on Billy’s behind.

“Umm- yeah?” Your mind thinking of anything but Jake right now.

“Jake? He’s cute right?” Nancy pushed, desperate for you to just give him a chance.

“Oh- Umm.. yeah, he’s cute”

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“So, you want a drink or anything?”

There was nothing wrong with Jake, he was sweet and cute, like Nancy had said but he wasn’t dangerous and dirty. He didn’t drive fast down muddy roads and smoke like fifty a day. He was a sensible boy, and god did you want to like him but you’d been cursed with this adoration for bad boys.

Billy was exciting, he gave you cute compliments every day and you’d never forget that one time by his car.

When you kissed.

When he wrapped his hands around your waist and pressed you up against his car as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. It was passionate and filled with lust everything about it was so amazing and-

“Y/N?” Jake tried again, waving his hand inf don’t do your face.

“Uhh, yeah sure... thank you” He slowly nodded, looks like some water might be the best idea for tonight.

And now you were alone. No Steve, no Jake, no Nancy, no -

“Heya Princess, why’re you alone?” That sweet honey suckle voice, a brief hint of tobacco masked by mint gum.

Billy.

“Umm... my Uhh date - h-he went to get me a drink...” You said each word cautiously, aware of the little thing you and Billy clearly had going on.

“You never told me you were bringing a date to this thing angel? Even after our little chat last night?”

Oh god, that sent a heat straight down to your core once again.

You remembered each little grunt that came from his end of the phone, how he moaned and groaned out commands as you both touched yourselves. He was dominant and assertive, telling you what to do, where and when to do it. His hand stroking himself up and down at an antagonising pace.

“Go on angel, you can do it, play with your little clit, play with it for me...”

“Fuck princess in close.. you close too?”

“Shit Y/N... you’re gonna make me cum so hard”

Even thinking about it riled you up.

“Steve and Nancy set it up... this morning- well lunch ish..” Billy leaned down to your ear.

“Well I’m not gonna lie I’m kinda jealous... but I know you’re crazy for me you pretty little thing, the pink on your cheeks tells me everything I need to know... wanna head upstairs later? Or we could go some where more private?-“

Jake cleared his throat, two drinks in his firm grasp, a little ticked off that Hargrove was talking to you.

“I’m sorry kid, didn’t realise Y/N was your date... you two have fun” he winked at you, suantering off into the crowd of the party.

“I know you have a thing for him” Jake mumbled, disappointed.

“Uhh, no it’s ok... I think you’re sweet.... and cute!” Jake just sighed.

“It’s ok, I didn’t particularly plan on going to this thing anyway, but if you do like him can we make like a deal?”

“A deal?”

“Yeah, look I like Tammy... and you like Billy, how about we head our separate ways and just tell Nancy and Steve that we just weren’t getting along... I guess” It sounded like a good plan, except if Steve saw you with Billy he would freak out, they’re like enemies. But you’d disappointed Jake enough tonight... it’ll be some sort of way to say thanks, so you nodded and he headed off, giving you a small wave and smile.

“Hawkins has a new Keg King! Billy Hargrove bitches! Haha where’s Harrington?!” Tommy’s voice was groggy and slurred as he dragged Billy past you.

This wasn’t going to end well. Billy and Steve were surely gonna beat the crap out of eachother. Your feet picked themselves up and you decided to try and get to Steve.

The two boys squared up to eachother. Despite Steve’s small height advantage, Billy was all muscle, if they did fight it would be an easy take down.

“Yeah that’s right Harrington, look who’s taken your little spot haha” Tommy really pissed you off at times. “Oh look, Steve and his girls, really have turned bitch huh?”

You scuttled to Steve’s side, avoiding any eye contact with Billy.

“Look man I’m not here to fight, you’re drunk and-“

“You don’t know shit about me Harrington” you saw the way Billy stood, angry and tense. Any second he could throw a punch and recently Steve hadn’t been the best at using the right words.

You stood between the two boys, Steve trying to pull you away and telling you to be careful.

“Billy don’t, please?” you mumbled, looking up at him sheepishly.

“What was that huh? Little girl think she can stop this fight!” Tommy chuckled, soaking in this glory. He wanted a fight so bad right now.

Billy back down, his eyes still concentrated on Steve.

“Shut the fuck up Tommy” he growled, stepping away from you and grabbing a cigarette, heading back into the crowd.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“I’ll explain... I just gotta go for a sec”

Billy got angry a lot. He needed to take his anger out as quick as possible otherwise he’d let it out the wrong way.

You still remember that evening. It was after a basketball game and Steve had asked you to pick him up, his car was out of service and Nancy was sick.

He stomped out of the game. Steve kept playing, clearly not phased. So you went after him.

Billy leaned against the back of the school, cigarette between his lips, kicking the wall angrily.

“Hey!...” your voice was warm and kind. It made Billy feel a lot more at ease, he stopped kicking.

“Hey princess” he attempted to turn on his charm but he sounded sad still.

“Don’t Princess me, until you tell me what’s wrong, you’ve been off all day.” that surge of confidence was unexpected.

“Issues at home angelface, I’d rather not go into detail” he was so soft spoken to you.

“Oh... I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have pushed” you stepped a little closer to him. “Can.. can I at least ummm... can I at least give you a hug?”

The offer was different. New. Billy hadn’t really been hugged before, sure a girl would cling to his side, but it wasn’t a sincere hug. He nodded.

And you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

Billy’s heart beat faster, “thank you” he whispered, burying his face into your hair, taking in the familiarly sweet smell of your shampoo.

“Is your foot ok?”

“Its a little sore”

“Well let’s head to the nurse and she can sort it out” and that moment caused both of you to just fall. Fall in love.

Billy stood against the wall. No cigarette and no kicking, thank god.

“What was that?” His eyes didn’t move from their fixated spot on the grass. He knew he’d dissapointed you.

“I’m sorry, I just got a little pissed and I’m drunk and... fuck princess, I didn’t mean to” His voice was wavering, almost like he was gonna cry.

“It’s ok... you wanna head home? We can go to mine, it’s just a walk away, we can pick up your car tomorrow” he nodded. “Come here” your arms once again engulfed him in a hug. “I care about you so damn much Billy Hargrove...”

He was quiet. But his cheeks went a little pink.

His mind whispering;

‘I love you so damn much Y/N L/N’

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tylerdown13rw · 4 years

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James B. Barnes - ch. two

James Buchanan Barnes, a nice boy, a good brother and most of all, a perfect man. Living a dream life in the 1940′s, with his family and spending time with his friends. Neither him nor his parents knew what would happen to him. His story follows the world of the living and the dead.

40s!bucky

Warnings: wounds, funerals, one curse word. Word count: 1,857 10/12/2019

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A couple of days had passed before the family returned. They had a lot of empty cardboard boxes stuffed in the back of their car. ‘Strange,’ James thought, wouldn’t they need the stuff from their own home? It did not seem possible to take it with them if they only had empty boxes. The front door opened, the cold wind entering the rooms and flowing through the house. “February may be the month of love and Valentinesday, but I definitely don’t love this weather,” the older man mumbled, placing the cardboard boxes in the hallway. “Dad, come on. It’s not that bad!” There she was again, the girl that knew about him. He was curious to how she knew it, did she read it in a newspaper? That wouldn’t be possible, would it? It had been a while since that paper came out, all the copies were probably all ripped apart already.

“Where are we starting? The livingroom, maybe?“ The woman smiled before tightening her ponytail, taking one of the boxes, eager to start making the house their own. “I’ll start in my bedroom, is that okay?“ The girl picked up an arm full of boxes, walking up the stairs and checking the rooms before stopping in front of James’ bedroom which would now be hers.

“There we go.“

With a little bit of effort and balancing the boxes on her arm, Y/N opened the bedroom door. It was as if time stood still in this house. Obviously it got cleaned, but the interior was exactly the way how she imagined that it would have looked like. James knew all about what had changed in this room. The bed got replaced. He remembered exactly what the old bed looked like after he had passed, it was not a pretty sight.

A huff escaped her lips as she looked around, a bookcase filled with books stood in the corner of the room with a big, comfortable looking chair right next to it. The color scheme was not entirely Y/N’s thing, that was for sure. Her favorite colors changed from time to time, some days being dark with black and a burgundy, other days pastel colors were a go-to. But, right now the room was a mix of brown shades. The plan for the family was to put all the old furniture and decorations in boxes to move it to the attic. They didn’t want to get rid of it yet, maybe they could use it in the future for their experiments. Well, experiments? Y/N’s parents loved hunting. Hunting ghosts, demons and spirits. Since she was a little girl she kind of got sucked into the whole world of the living and the dead, so a house filled with originals from the 40′s was a dream for them. Maybe a spirit was still attached to some of the objects, and her parents would definitely try to find out what or who would be.

Y/N herself wasn’t as focused on the whole thing. It was interesting and she had a small collection of books and some interesting objects, but she did not go out to find spirits. If they would find her , she would accept it, if not.. Then it’s fine, too. Something that she did like a lot were old photographs. A lot of them were ones that she found in a thrift store, going from single photographs to full photobooks. It was fascinating to inspect and collect the pictures.

Around an hour and a half later most of the furniture was broken down and stored in the boxes, ready to be dragged and stored to the attic. Y/N chose to keep some things from the room, such as the books and the beautiful mirror that was on the wall. If that mirror truly was from the 40′s, then there would be a lot of memories stuck in it. Mirrors, very fascinating too.

“Y/N!“

James had sat down in the chair some time ago, hearing the mother stop in front of the door. After she had knocked, she entered the room, carrying some of the photo albums that used to be in the livingroom. “These were downstairs, do you want them? I flipped through them, look at this handsome man.” Y/N stood up, wiping her hands on her sweatpants before walking over to her mother, curiosity in her eyes. “He is quite handsome, don’t you think?” She had opened the book, pointing to one of the pictures in it. James recognized the album, so he stood up, curious to see who they had pointed to. “There are so many photos of him in here. I think he lived here before us.” James looked at the picture. It was one of his family together with Steve, he remembered that day quite well. They went out to dinner for Steve his birthday. Steve was at the Barnes house a lot, spending so much time with James that they were basically brothers at this point.

“See, handsome!” The mother pointed to James again and James almost laughed. It was good to know that even after all the years, people still thought he was attractive. Quite a lot of girls fell for the man, at least, that was what he heard from Steve. ‘You’re a handsome man, Buck. Don’t be surprised!’ Steve would tell James after he would discover that a girl liked him. He never realised it, he thought the compliments were to be nice to him. Even though the girls were extremely nice, he didn’t feel a spark with most of them.

”Mom, I know now! Think about it though, is the age gap not a little too much,” Y/N jokingly said, flipping through the pages and looking at the portrait of the young male. “Oh, how old would he be now? Eighty? Ninety?“

Ninety-two.

James would be ninety-two right now, with his ninety-third birthday only three months away. “See, a little too old, mom. But I do have to say that he is cute, yeah.“ The two looked at eachother before bursting out laughing. “Well, I took all the photo albums, they also left a lot of books behind so you can look through them if you want, otherwise we’ll move them up to the attic.“

James looked over Y/N’s shoulder as she flipped through the albums that her mom left behind. He had watched the girl with her mother. He missed his own parents. He missed his mother giving him a goodnight kiss before he went to bed, his father giving him advice on how to be a gentleman, sitting around the kitchen table and talking about the day during dinner. Talking about dinner, the smell of delicious smelling food grabbed Y/N’s attention. “Dinner is ready,” she hummed excitedly.

She had placed her mattress on the floor, a pile of pillows and blankets already messily thrown onto it. Setting up her bed would have to wait, Y/N would do it after dinner. She stood up, stretched her arms and left the room to go downstairs. “Jesus, it’s cold in here,” she mumbled, entering her bedroom and running to her mattress to take one of the blankets before exiting the bedroom again. James was left alone in his old room, staring out of the window. Years had passed and James saw a lot of differences outside, but those differences had now entered his own, old house. His room was basically unrecognizable without the old furniture, but maybe change was exactly what he needed. The last couple of years he had lived his life alone, clinging onto the memories he once had. He didn’t want to forget, but he did want to move on.

In the meanwhile Y/N had entered the kitchen, the smell of the food flowing through the house. “Do we not have the heater on upstairs?” She draped her soft blanket over her chair before sitting down, it was a lot warmer downstairs. Her father looked up from the stove, furrowing his brows while placing the food onto the plates. “Hm, I think we actually do. Why?” Either Y/N was sick or the heating in her room had stopped working. “My room was freezing. Might have been me, though. I did have my window open.”

“I will look at the heaters tomorrow, let’s set up our beds tonight and then sleep. We are going to work all day tomorrow!” The family of three settled down to eat, talking about plans for the next days. Mostly moving boxes and painting rooms, the kitchen still fully worked and was a very nice aesthetic to her parents. After dinner, the dishes got cleaned, dried and put back where they belong. Not that they had a place in this house before, but they were being put in their new place.

“I don’t think you have to fix the heater.“ The room was not as cold as before, which was strange. She swore that it was freezing before, and nothing had changed. The window was still slightly open. It’s only a good thing, a thing that could be removed from the list of things that needed to be fixed. With the help from her father, the bed got set up and the mattress got placed on it. “Thanks dad!“ She yelled as he left the room, giving a thumbs up.

After around ten minutes, Y/N had finished making her bed. Soft pillows and fuzzy blankets and some stuffed animals decorated the cozy bed. So, what to do now? All that was left was more unpacking, painting the walls and setting up her desk. She had watered the plants that she put on the windowsill, adding some more color to her room. Maybe she could explore the house, she had only seen her room, the kitchen and the living room. So, that was exactly what she did. Turning off the lights in her bedroom, she stepped out to the hallway that lead to the stairs. The attic was stacked with the boxes with one corner left empty. It would probably become a corner for her parents, a spot to set up their communication devices.

After she had seen the attic, Y/N walked down to the lower level of the house, making a stop in the kitchen. After she had poured herself a glass of iced-tea, she made her way back to the hallway to go back to her bedroom. But before she left, she noticed a door underneath the stairs, hidden away in a corner. Curiosity took over and with slow steps she made her way to the door. Taking out her phone, she turned on her flashlight before opening the door and entering the room. After a couple of seconds of looking for the lightswitch, she found it and turned it on.

The room was a surprise. It was much bigger than she expected, and even more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. Two huge loungechairs sat next to a fireplace. A wooden desk together with a small stool, pieces of paper and pens left on it. Photographs, paintings and a huge mirror on the walls with a small, sparkly chandelier on the ceiling that lit up the room. A breathtaking sight. Y/N ran her fingers over the wooden desk, taking more steps into the room as she took everything in. “Is this what time travelling is like?” Standing in front of the mirror, she looked into it before inspecting the beautiful frame. Her fingers also ran over the frame, feeling the texture before looking back to her reflection, shock filling her eyes.

“Holy. Shit.“

next chapter will finally have james and y/n communicating! for everyone who might be confused about the whole ‘cold room’ situation, entities are said to affect the temperature in rooms and often make them colder.

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junkomaeda-is-canon · 5 years

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Part 1:

1) who can outdrink the other?

Junko can outdrink Nagito easily, he isn’t very good at holding his liquor so after one or two drinks he’s done.

2) who says “I love you” more?

Surprisingly Nagito. He always wants to make sure Junko knows how much he loves and appreciates her so he says that he loves her at least once a day. Junko gets embarrassed easily so she doesn’t always like when he says it especially out of the blue but she never tells him to stop because she understands that’s his way of showing love.

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

Nagito. He doesn’t like sleeping alone because of his past so he always makes sure Junko is lying next to him when it’s time for bed. And if she isn’t he either stays up with her or makes her go to bed.

4) who swears more?

Junko no question, she drops a lot of f bombs and other swear words casually throughout her dialogue. Overtime her usage of swear words starts to rub off on Nagito and he has to stop himself from saying a bad word or two. Junko thinks it’s funny and encourages him to swear.

5) who does more of the housework?

Nagito since he thinks that’s something he’s good at and he feels like it helps him be useful to Junko. She does help him out from time to time though.

6) who forgets their anniversary?

Neither. Nagito wouldn’t dare forget such an important date and Junko seems like someone who would take a lot of pride in her anniversary going all out to make it a good one.

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Junko! She can’t be cold for a second so she’s constantly stealing the blankets. To get around this Nagito just holds her super close at night.

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Nagito. He doesn’t know it but he can snore very loudly sometimes especially if he’s in a deep sleep. Junko can’t stand being tired in the morning so sometimes she has to use headphones at night so she won’t hear his snores.

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Nagito definitely finds stray animals, stray dogs to be specific. So far he’s found two puppies and begged Junko for about ten minutes straight to keep the dogs. Worn down by his begging Junko agrees and they take home their new dogs called lucky and clover.

10) who usually makes dinner?

Junko because Nagito can’t cook very well although lately Junko has been trying to teach him. It’s getting better… He didn’t burn down the house this time.

11) who plays their music out loud?

Junko. Most of it is pop and vocaloid music Nagito doesn’t mind and even sings along to a few of the songs on her playlist.

12) who hogs the bathroom?

Junko because she spends like two hours getting ready every day.

13) who gives the most compliments?

Nagito at first but then once Junko catches on that he compliments her a lot but doesn’t say many things about himself she starts trying to compliment him back just as much. Now it’s basically a little war between them for who can compliment the other more.

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

Junko because she’s very confrontational but most of the arguments are one sided so since Nagito is very level headed he usually diffuses them easily.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Junko but not in the way you might think. Usually to embarrass Nagito she’ll do something affectionate, like hug him in front of a bunch of people or kiss him in a public place. She finds his flustered face cute.

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Nagito definitely. One nickname he made for Junko that she hates is Ko-Chan. He thinks it sounds cute and finds it funny how annoyed she gets. Junko does basic pet names like babe, darling, dear etc. although lately she’s taken a liking to calling Nagito honeybun.

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

Junko definitely fusses over Nagito a lot when he’s sick especially because he doesn’t tell her he’s sick until he can’t hide it from her anymore. So at that point even if he has just a simple fever she’s in full freak out mode. She makes him stay in bed most of the time he’s sick making sure he has everything he needs. She doesn’t leave his side for a second unless she absolutely has to.

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Nagito can’t stay angry at Junko for long. Whenever he tries to hold a grudge against her she goes and does something to get into his good graces again usually she just gives him a hug or something.

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Nagito. He needs a lot of comfort so when he starts to feel a little upset or sad he finds Junko and hugs her tightly. She doesn’t complain because she understands he has greater emotional needs than her. Not many things scare Nagito but when he is scared he clings to Junko until he feels better.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Junko all the way. They’re a pretty affectionate duo but Junko initiates a lot of the more physical displays of affection. Especially when it comes to anything sexual.

Part 2:

1. Who initiated the relationship?

Junko did. She saw him around at school and thought he looked interesting so she decided to approach him and find out more about him. Nagito was surprised someone like her would want to talk to him and thought it was a prank at first.

But once she assured him it wasn’t they actually had a really good conversation and decided to talk more from that. Eventually talking turned into more and they started dating and after a few dates Junko asked him to be her boyfriend which he gladly accepted.

2. Who had feelings first?

Nagito because he’s mostly in awe that someone like Junko would have any interest in him. He tries to keep his feelings for her suppressed until he knows if she likes him back but he isn’t very good at that.

3. Was it love at first sight?

Yes. Both find the other has an interesting aesthetic and very attractive energy so even though they don’t know it’s love at first sight they’re very drawn in by each other.

4. Who was the first to find out about their relationship?

Mukuro Ikusaba the ultimate soldier… She notices something is up when Junko starts to come home late a lot and then decided to follow her one night where she sees she’s on a date with Nagito. When Nagito takes Junko back to her house there’s a huge confrontation with Mukuro that doesn’t exactly have a pretty end...

5. Who has to drag the other onto huge roller coasters?

Nagito has a lot of fears and roller coasters are one. Every time they go to the amusement park he swears he won’t get on one but Junko drags him on anyway. He ends up holding onto her really tightly throughout the whole ride.

6. Who gets flustered after a make out session?

Nagito for sure. Junko is a very passionate kisser especially if they’re making out and will often do things while they’re kissing that could lead to more than just making out. So by the time they’re finished making out if it doesn’t go beyond that Nagito is deathly embarrassed.

7. What do they have in common?

They are both very intelligent, cunning, and excellent planners. When they team up to do anything the world better watch out they are a force to be reckoned with.

8. What makes them different?

Their personalities. Junko is a powerhouse she knows what she wants and she gets it, she takes no slack from anyone. Nagito is calmer he’s not as much of a go getter as Junko most times choosing to go with the flow unless he really wants something, he’s also not as confrontational.

9. Who is more dominant?

Junko no question. Nagito lets her take control most times opting to just follow along with whatever she’s up to.

10. Who is the other’s designated driver?

It depends on who’s drinking that night. If they both drink then the one who’s driving is Junko since she can handle her liquor better. If only one of them chooses to drink than the other is the one who’s driving.

11. What simple things make them crazy for eachother?

Junko loves when Nagito puts his hair in a ponytail, she gets flustered every time she sees him with one. Nagito loves when Junko puts her hand on his face, the sensation of her warm hand on his skin is enough to put him on cloud 9.

12. Who practically worships the other?

This one is pretty clear Nagito. He’s in awe that he’s even with Junko, he thinks someone like her with so many accomplishments is much greater than himself. Junko appreciates the praise but she doesn’t let him go too far as she doesnt want him to put himself down either.

13. What do they do if the other accidently falls asleep in their bed? (If they don’t share already)

They pretty much share a bed from day one because the first time Junko goes over Nagito’s house she falls asleep in his bed. He had no other options but to sleep next to her because sleeping on the couch was not an option. From that they just decide to share a bed.

14. Have they almost died for eachother?

No but if the situation arises they’ll definitely be willing to.

15. Who is more overprotective of the other?

Junko is more overprotective of Nagito especially because a lot of the time he’ll get himself into trouble and won’t tell her about it. So she tries to keep more of a watchful eye on him making sure he doesn’t get into any danger. Nagito finds it cute so he doesn’t mind.

16. Who gets jealous?

Both. Junko will be more confrontational about it though, like if a girl is flirting with Nagito Junko will go up to the girl and assert that she’s his girlfriend. Nagito isn’t as bold as Junko however if he thinks a guy is getting out of line with Junko he will pull her away from the guy. Junko loves when he does that.

17. Who wants to have fun and who makes lists in their sleep?

Junko wants to have fun definitely.

18. Who was in denial over their feelings?

Junko because she’s hard headed and didn’t want to admit she was in love even though they were basically in an unofficial relationship for awhile before she finally worked up the courage to make it official.

19. Who is messier?

Junko because she’s kind of careless, thankfully Nagito doesn’t mind cleaning up after her.

20. Would they be good parents?

Absolutely. While they would be a bit strange and definitely not like traditional parents in any sense they would love their children greatly and try to give them the best life they can.

21. What don’t they like about each other?

Nagito doesn’t like that Junko is stubborn, and Junko doesn’t like that Nagito is generally very passive.

22. What are their opinions on equality?

They both believe in it.

23. Who buys takeaways and who insists on eating salad?

When Junko doesn’t feel like cooking they order takeout, Nagito insists she eat a salad so that she can stay healthy.

24. How did they meet?

At school a few days after Junko starts her first year at Hope’s peak is when she spots him around the school.

25. If they were in the hunger games would they win?

Yeah no question with Nagito’s luck and Junko’s analyzation skills not to mention her ruthlessness they would definitely win. Junko would honestly be the one running the game.

26. Does either have a criminal record?

Nagito doesn’t but he has his doubts about Junko… From what he knows she doesn’t have one.

27. What was the reason for their worst fight?

Nagito mixed the whites with colors ruining all of Junko’s clothes. It was not a good day for either of them.

#junkomaeda #ask meme

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zrw · 4 years

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Letter 1.0.1

I'm writing this to you on Thanksgiving Day, it felt fitting despite us not celebrating it, so instead I will be wishing you a merry Christmas. A tad bit older photo added for depth, immersion and personalization while reading. None of it is scripted in any way, the idea is to make me emotional & it will all be written on the go. Make sure you read it all, and you will never hear from me again. Please do respect my terms also and do not under any circumstances share this letter or it's contents with anybody. Remember, only you will truly understand the context and true meaning of this letter. Quite likely it will change your whole perspective on me, but it won't matter anymore. If you think you're the bigger victim and believe you've had it worse than me & that you've suffered more and dealt with more... well, a bit of a free of charge reality check for you... you're dead wrong. I'm the one who is being tormented maniacally and brutally every other night, to the point where I simply don't know what's real and what's not. Scared of living life, kind of. It's clear to all I made a mistake last year. No weasely lies and fabrications in this letter, this is the Me you've longed to finally see. Anxiety through the roof, among other things/issues. I'm deeply sorry, Annie. Bless you & bless me, more importantly. Please tell me you forgive me. Do not dare to share any of the contents of this said letter with anybody, be a grown-up and act like one for once, you live all alone, now try and impress me, it's far too personal, a glimpse of me, and meant for you alone. Only you will understand the context of this letter. You're not exactly the golden carrot of the yield, but this one should be fairly easy to follow - Keep it to yourself, and stay quiet about this, I'm begging you. You're not legally obligated to do anything, this is your life and you make the rules, you're a good and kind gal, you're by no means a bloodthirsty vampire like some of them, and as I made very clear it wouldn't be fruitful & would shortly after turn into a proper clown fiesta, and possibly a meaningless waste of government resources. You wouldn't gain anything at all from this. I was going to say let me know if you need anything, and I'll gladly donate a fair sum to your PayPal, and it kind of made me realize that is something that would be morally and legally wrong of me to do, it wouldn't feel like a donation, it would almost feel like I'm trying to buy you and win you over, after causing this much pain to your heart, which I deeply regret. (I'll pay for your nsfw future cosplays maybe? Jkjk, leave that avenue to the twonks who'd actually find pleasure in doing that.) I don't donate much anyways online, if I'd donate it'd have to be an actual animal charity, I feel like when people think of charity they instantly think of like some Cancer Foundation or elderly/orphan fund, not that those are not fair causes, it's just that some dying/sick animals really need our support too, and they're just as worthy. After this i'm doing my own thing & staying away from you, promise. I'm a great citizen, mind my own business and never cause trouble. I just needed for my own sake to send something meaningful and pure your way. Everything that you will see here comes from the heart & I will do my best to be as honest as humanly possible. Whenever I begin working on these long 50,000 word essays I always tend to fear that I forget something crucial or run out of time, so let's hope it doesn't happen this time around. The writer usually spends 10 times the time and effort the reader does, so please do sit down, get comfy, and please read all of this letter. This is going on your SC and Tumblr & will be deleted once the timer on my stream deck reaches zero, you have a tendency to take photos and eventually show them to outsiders, this will ensure it's a one-off, and for your eyes only. It is mainly to apologize to you, among other things. To make you realize that in just 3 years time I'll be completely "reformed", as they say. If you must know "breaking the law" to say sorry could be considered as... noble, in most countries at least. Without a doubt in my mind they'd love for us to bury the hatchet and shake hands, but after this "letter" to you I am actually done with you altogether, and you'll not be hearing from me ever again... unless fate says otherwise. Do remember that this and me apologizing to you for being an awful male, this was mostly done so I can live, function and mentally function like a normal human being again, I will get to that later on in the letter, all you should know now is that it was more of a ME thing, and less of a YOU thing, if that makes sense. Needless to say I have 8 VPNs total with unlimited data running on all of my systems including 2 iPads, laptops, and even phones, to ensure that my IP is impossible to find and non-existent. Just a quick pitch, you could've used common sense to figure that one out yourself. Naturally somebody as wealthy as me would be untouchable, at least in the virtual world, where everything is simple and made easy. I am quite clever, yes, yes I am indeed. But I would not use it for evil deeds, deep inside I am a shockingly kind and nice guy. Oh, you were looking for a bad boy? We can talk, my dear, you know full well that I'd be/become anything for you. No candlelit dinners so I can compliment your cheekbones? You have kept your eyes open, and tonight your knowledge of me is getting greater and greater. You could write a book about us. It almost feels like deja-vu, I've been here studying and doing research on you, now I'm giving you the sheer opportunity to do the same. And 4 years after first talking to you online (in 2014), I, I touched your cat's black fluffy tail once, and catbug, she ran right away, it almost looked like she did a tiny leap forward before running. Yes, it was her 100%. I'm a shining star, just waiting to unlock my full potential, it will happen when the right time comes, you can never rush such things. My financial status would only indicate I have great things waiting for me and a brimming bright future ahead of me, should I play all my cards right, I do adore graveyards, but there is no reason at all why I should perish in the next 5-15 years. I can only hope that you're smart enough to not mention any of this to your mom, I realize you two are close, but being a grown-up means you know what to mention to somebody and what is better left unsaid. Wiser to let this one go and keep it to yourself, no need to waste government resources, and do understand that being fortunate and getting me potentially taken to a mental asylum for 3 weeks would not benefit you in the slightest, I've made it very clear that I don't associate myself with social outcasts, and we of course are done for good after this bit, so let's make it count. Being respectful is calling you a lady even though I full well know it's a girl in sheep's clothing I've been dealing with, hard to tame, always needs to have it her way, borderline blunt at times.. how come Annie the girl does not have a feminine soul, a bit odd, perhaps I do rest my case. You certainly are special, as your mom would say, she means you're not like the other girls. You're way different & not necessarily in a good way. Wanted you & Nora for the experience... Do find you both quite boring, even on the dating spectrum, she's the snappy one, you're the calm one. Will surely do better in the future. As far as I go... I'm your little ghost. I'm a spirit, roughly 500 years ago people like me were considered as and called witches, simply since we were ahead of our time. As you know there are good and bad spirits, I would stand somewhere in the middle as a classic inbetweener I've always been, casually swaying towards either or, but ultimately staying put in the middle. Some days I hate you, other days I love you... Yet here I am ending this "letter" to you with the words "I Love You", and perhaps "Muah" on top of that should I feel classy enough, as always, on the cheek, one final time. Do remember that I will always remain near you & overseer your doings, we don't need to interact, in fact it would be silly to think we can't co-exist in eachother's hearts. When you get the strange feeling that you can't find the explanation for, perhaps it's just me, and nothing more. It's been a sheer clown fiesta witnessing the names and things you've called me thus far. What's new, right? At the very least you don't take me for a joke anymore, which is wise of you, since I'm not. The casual 21st century term "stalker" simply insults me. Even somebody with as little intellect as you would know that stalkers are for years, spirits are for lifetime. I'm nothing less than a S-P-I-R-I-T, one with high capability & intellectual intelligence. I've never commented on your idiocy or your weird friends (90% of them are weird), I'm awfully passive and neutral. I've never insulted/talked-down-on the soyboys, e-slags, pre-mature losers, weebs, memers, or entitled punks you interact with every now and then. No point including the 16-21 year old boys and girls in that category, as I understand how these underage and barely of age children follow you, and you see yourself as their "mama" and friend, not strange in the slightest, not the harvest of living inside of a box for the majority of your life, when fantasy is taking over, sis. Those kids are the only community you have left... surely it would be cruel to let them off the hook, you can't let them go, some of them still see you as a role model! ~ I suppose you could say I'm on a whole different level, and people like me tend to not notice people who are "less". But good luck to them, perhaps some day they too will get themselves out of their holes and start moving towards things that actually matter. Speaking of which... God bless Great Britain if you actually end up scoring an actual decently paying job after all your studies. I would donate a fair few braincells to you... If I didn't have such a bright future ahead of me. In a universe where employers and companies actually did background checks on people before hiring, a silly bean like you would never score anything worthwhile. Personal assistant for a single individual would probably be your peak. Back to me... I am a millionaire, as you expected, seeing as how doors just open and close for me and my kind. I never worked even a day for what I have, but the people before me certainly did. Even more wealthy now in fact, as of last year, now that my professor and casual alcoholic of a grandpa is finally under ground, he was respected by many, but his lifestyle choices were hilariously fractured. See? We (are) similar, kind of. Ah, how I hate drinking and alcohol, I literally drink only twice a year and always feel guilty after, I hate people that consume alcohol in the spirit of the party at clubs or live concerts, and those who tend to constantly drown their sorrow and unhappiness into the bottle. I adore a good coffee and tea though. Living a promising life of luxury, hence the 3 years I will take to improve myself, improve my body to the maximum for the sex appeal and quality of life, get your name 'Annie' with a mini thorny rose underneath tattoo'd on my left arm, so I can take you to places and talk to you, enjoy your company & so I would never forget you (not that there is a chance in hell I'd actually ever do, of course, hahaha.), dye my hair pale/pastel color, purple in 2020, letting it heavily fade to soft pink, After that focus on the pastel spectrum of colors, re-do my driver's license, own a 40k car, but have not driven anything in 3-4 years, begin buying land and potentially own more land, farmhouses, households, countryside villas and mansions than some of the more wealthier businessmen in my area; as you can tell "owning" things & writing are two big passions of mine, the latter for expressing myself and influencing others, and so is real estate, country and marketing to an extent, legally change my first name to something sleek such as Jed, Jed Nei... or you know whatever else that feels unique and not-so-common; pick a powerful name that people will remember (and fear, jkjk), basically get my life on the line/on the rails and get a woman who will massage my strong pectorals with oil every Sunday morning only to ensure I will be more than ready to take on the next week. I adore romance, but still feel that death is the most romantic thing out there. Now of course she could cook for me just fine, but i'd actually really want to taste something you've cooked, as long as you do the cooking with just an apron on and absolutely nothing underneath. Oh Annie, unlocking your true potential would be a really easy task for me. You like cherry blossoms, I on the other hand like 400 year old oak trees. However our worlds could of collided & you could of been my sweetheart under the bright sun and moon. Currently own 2 countryside 2 floor homes and plenty of actual land around them, looking to expand in the future of course. Imagine leaving your silly big city life behind. Imagine laying there (on a hill) naked on the grass in the middle of the day, or relaxing in the bikini, depending how confident you are with your own body, and breast size, I also would not be totally satisfied if mine looked so "below average", but god does your bottom/bum make up for it. Loads of flowers that I can gather and give you, or put in your hair, plenty of forests nearby perfect for mushroom picking, hiking or picnics, loads of plants, fruit bushes, ponds, fruit trees, acorn trees ideal for climbing, farmland, greenhouse, ponds big enough for swimming, cyan blue skies large and wide enough for any balloon or kite you may want to play around with. Or if that’s not entirely your cup of tea then we can plan our big vacation to the Canary Islands in Spain, whatever you like, as long as you stay with me forever. You're a sweet creature and I'm certain we could of started something unique & exciting together, but that's all gone now, i'm still certain that I could of loved you right and shown you extreme passion, to go to bed with you and make you feel happy, loved & excited for the next day, our next day together in paradise. This is not a fantasy tale/dream, this could of potentially been our reality, assuming I would accomplish all my goals, and you willing to leave your current life for me. But why dwell on what could of been, I will never feed you fresh strawberries straight from the greenhouse, I will never "own" you, you will never be my girl, my companion, my life's purpose. I see now why I felt so heavily against friendship with you... being your friend considering the things I had planned for us, that would only lead to romance and love, that friendship would be over so quick you could not even call it one. Oh, and, I can be very sensual and passionate at times. And possibly start a IRL vlogging channel on Youtube in 3 years time, just to influence & motivate others and to portray my lifelong journey to greatness with the dozen obstacles I had to face and overcome along the way, making it all even more bittersweet, especially the main final goal, which if you can recall is to become the biggest standalone landowner/businessman in my area. Maybe you'll randomly stumble across the channel one day & wonder what could of been & what you missed out on, not only that but you'd also visually see the beautiful landscape and things I talked about earlier. Oh and I'll definitely purchase at least one or two more expensive cars, driving around with just one specific car all the time, obviously being somebody who clearly is able to afford another one, it feels kind of lame. P.S I've never ever actually been obsessed with you. You were just a girl I liked because of a few key factors/reasons. Plus we seemingly have dozens of things in common.And we have reached the part where I'll try and explain why writing this was needed for me, and my mentality; Are you a demon baby/girl? If not keep reading and don't even think about showing this letter to anybody else. If you are however... Come with me & with the assistance of our genitals let's try and produce a demon child. A bit NSFW, but we're 25 and nobody else is going to see this (Right? Good gal.), so I'd so-so-so take you raw on the floor in every single position imaginable, your front hole would naturally be so loose afterwards that no guy would want to or feel comfortable with doing it with you anymore. White stuff would go in both 'A' and 'V' holes several times to ensure pregnancy is triggered. Jeez, having and making a baby with you would be so unbelievably sexy. Anyways, back on the topic we go, so me and my issues I've been dealing it... I mentioned it at the start & will do it again... If you think you've been affected by this or you've had it worse/suffered more than me... Well think again. Ever since earlier this year I've had horrible anxiety, hearing unnatural beings and things talk to me and gradually hearing their voices around me. I don't think I'm losing my mind or going crazy, but this does all feel very real to me. Always closing my door at night, not even trying to, it just comes naturally to me to do it, much like a habit. I fell in a deep pit, and I'm so sorry to you, I really do apologize, my dear. My darling Annie. now my situation is being abused and i'm being taken advantage of by these demons/ghosts/shades, I'm now shaking for no reason, it's not even cold in here, it's awful. Psst, I'm not a monster. Imagine being too messed up mentally to go to the grocery store/supermarket alone & having to call your mom and tell her to bring you some food and supplies - telling her that the reason for it is that you have a massive headache right now & that you're unable to get out of bed. Yikes, that does sound bad. And to make it even worse, it has happened more than once. I feel like I need a 12-hour nap after sending this letter your way, feel a bit odd all of sudden, please read it all, it's a glimpse of me and my story and life. I can only hope that I will feel better and be able to go back to living my life like a normal human being now that I threw everything out there and apologized to you. I will leave you be now. It's a peek into my life essentially. I really do adore your tight little pale pink p*ssy, and Nora’s all the same, you gals are & stay important to me. Please do respect my terms and do not under any circumstances share this letter or it's contents with anybody. All the best to you and your family. I Love You. Muah. 💞

#YouCouldWriteABookAboutUs #101101101101101101101101101 #CodePalePink #EasterEggCity

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caramelksj · 6 years

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only for you. - chapter one.

tags: mafia!bts x reader

warnings: none of note!

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a/n: this is the first chapter of my series im starting!!!! i hope you guys like it! all comments, likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated and this is only the beginning. please enjoy!

your whole life, you’d been treated like a princess, from a rich, illustrious family. your father, the head of the Mezzo family mafia. he and your mother had been happily for as long as they could remember. although their marriage was arranged, they were as happy as a married couple could be. you were born when they were young, around 21.

your father loved you so, so much. and deep down you knew it. even though he was always keeping you from seeing boys he didn't trust, or friends he thought would do you harm. he showered you in lavish gifts, you always got whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it. you were, in short, spoiled.

you liked your life. you had just previously finished high school a few years ago, and your parents had recently asked you about what you were planning to do now that you’d graduated.

you hadn’t really thought about it a whole lot. then your father brought you to his office where he then informed you that it was almost time for you to go out and find someone to marry.

married. the word hits you like a ton of bricks. you were honest, you hadn’t thought about being married yet. you knew it was normal for girls around your age, twenty one to twenty two was pretty normal for the family you lived in.

you hadn’t given them a definite answer that night just yet, you knew you’d need time to think it over.

you race to your bedroom door, leaning against it once it had been shut and took a deep breath. the suggestion of marriage made your heart thrum with nerves. you knew you’d have to get married eventually, set up with one of the other families that yours was friends with to marry you and you’d be shipped off to another house with a man you most likely have nothing in common with for the rest of your life.

the thought made you sick.

you lay flat on your back on your bed, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. you sigh, closing your eyes and think about all the possibilities. you would be having your 21’st birthday party in a few weeks, the 7th of october. you knew that you would have to eventually face it and choose, no matter how sick it made you.

the only thing to pull you out of your thoughts was the knock on your door. you stared at the ceiling, eyes open, thinking it could only be your father.

“i told you to leave me alone, father!” you shouted.

you’re momentarily shocked when you realize that it was your best friend, minyoung. she was opening your door slowly, a small smile tinting her cheeks.

“is everything okay?” she asked, sitting down next to you on the bed.

you began explaining to her the events of the night and the dilemma you were now facing. minyoung rubbed your back sympathetically. she had smiled at you, “i know its hard, sweetie, but my husband and i love eachother very much! i'm sure whoever you choose will make you happy.” she frowned when she looked over to realize your expression had stayed the same pout it was when she came in “hey, how about we go out for the night? maybe go to the bar and get some dinner?”

you nodded in agreement. you could kill for some food right now and a drink would be nice, too.

you get ready, putting on some nice clothes and a small amount of makeup just to get you through the night. you follow minyoung out the door and you drive off

dinner was amazing, you went to the place you two usually went, a nice little restaurant on the main road. you both ate like queens and enjoyed a nice dessert afterwards. then, you moved onto the bar.

It was a weeknight, so the bar wasn’t incredibly busy but there were a reasonable amount of customers. you and minyoung sat yourselves at the bar, her glittering white teeth shining under the lights as she sent a smile to the bartender as she signaled him with her hand. she ordered a rum and coke for herself as she usually would, and you a vodka tonic for yourself.

as you sip away at your drink, your eyes scan the other people within the bar, only kind of listening to your friend tell you all about the new decorations she’s decided to put in the house. something about the mint colored wallpaper wasn’t doing it for her anymore.

“_____, are you even listening to me??”

you snap out of your trance, “uh..” you stammer, “yeah! something about mint wallpaper .. right?” you halfheartedly giggle.

“yes! now what do you think i should do?? you know how picky Yunho can be about these things…” she sighs.

“i think maybe a forest green. it’d suit the house nicely, especially with the colder months coming up.” you smiled weakly, more focused on watching the room.

“oh ____-ah! you always know the answers!” she happily grinned. “i have to call him, i’ll only be a moment. don’t go too far!”

you nod and give a small chuckle, scanning the room once more as minyoung pulls her phone out to call her

husband , walking away after a moment.

you sigh. it seems so boring in here tonight… normally you would have seen someone you know, a friend of your fathers possibly. just then, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by your sudden notice a group of 7 men. it takes all you have not to do a double take. how did you not notice them before??

they’re all, for lack of better phrasing, drop-dead fucking gorgeous. the first one you see is tall, broad shoulders and tight waist with silky looking black hair and some of the most kissable lips you’d ever seen. another, who was wearing a slick leather jacket and some nice looking shirt, he had black hair as well, though he was a little shorter, but no less handsome than his friends.

the third man you see has soft brown hair, he’s sporting a similar look to the second guy, leather jacket, black skinny jeans, nice looking boots. his lips are full and he’s beautifully tanned. the fourth, sporting cherry colored locks, you swear you see his thighs before you see him. even through his suit jacket you can see his muscular arms, and when your eyes travel down his body you notice he’s wearing leather pants that perfectly show off his bulging thigh muscles. when did it get so hot in here?

the next that you see turn the corner has silver hair, and a beautiful silver-grey colored suit. his lips are just as plump and kissable as the first man. after that walks past another. sporting bleached blonde hair and a nicely patterned suit, with a similarly patterned choker hanging around his neck to top it off.

the last man you spot may just be the most beautiful of them all. he had red hair, like the color of a rose. and these elven features that absolutely knocked the breath from you. you could not for the life of you look away from him, he had a gorgeous almost golden suit on that complimented his honeyed skin perfectly.

you sat there, looking them all over in awe of just how impossible it was that there could be this many beautiful men in one place. you took a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and straightened yourself out in your seat.

your heart skips a beat as you realize as you stare that the one with the red hair is changing course and walking in your direction. your hands begin to shake as he gets closer. did he notice you staring? of course he did why else would he come over here?

suddenly, he’s standing before you, devilish grin painting his features, “noticed you couldn’t stop staring, pretty lady.” he extends his hand to you and reluctantly, with a shaky outstretched hand, you take his and give it the best shake you could.

“i’m jung hoseok.” He states, voice dropping a bit “can i buy you a drink?”

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yoongiwillforgiveme · 6 years

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Jimin - Not your toy

Warnings: cursing, unprotected sex, nsfw gifs, y/n being a b*tch to chimchim 🤷‍♀️

Hope you like it.

Kay 🌹

“Where do you want to go shopping next baby?” He says trying to hold your hand once he catches up with you outside the store.

The pretty cashier had her eye on Jimin the moment you walked in and watching their interaction made your blood boil. She was openly flirting with him, telling him how much she loved him and bts... that was okay. Then she mentioned how much hotter he looks in person, that was tolerable.

But then she went “Oppa, your v neck is making my heart race. You look really sexy in it". Sigh.

Really? Right in front of you, as if you didn’t exist! And on top of that she was giggling like an idiot. You had enough and decide to leave Jimin behind to pay for your stuff because if you didn’t, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your cool.

“Why don’t you ask Minsun? Is that her name? You were pretty friendly back there, you even forgot your fucking girlfriend was standing right next to you” You slap his hand away and start walking towards the parking lot, you’re definitely not in the mood for shopping anymore. Jimin looks around discreetly, he’s worried someone might hear/see your little argument. It’s embarrassing.

“I was being polite, she’s an army. I can’t be rude to my fans, you know that. Please don’t be mad baby. You know it’s not like that.” He says in a hush and sweet voice trying to calm you down. You know he’s right, he can’t be rude to his fans even if they make you or him feel uncomfortable, but still. You feel disrespected and there’s no going back now, no matter what he says or does, you’re angry and your immature ass wants him to know how it feels like to be in your shoes.

So you don’t let it go, you start acting petty and refuse to let him touch you for days. No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing, and definitely no sex.

He has tried everything to make you forgive him. He’s so sweet and patient, he buys you flowers and chocolates, he makes sure to treat you even nicer when you’re in public, he tells you he loves you even when people can hear him because he knows you need reassurance that he’s whipped and there’s no way he’s even thinking about anyone else but you.

Even when he’s going the extra mile to make it up to you, you still won’t give it a rest. You know you’re being annoying and you should stop because he doesn’t deserve an irritable bitch for a girlfriend. But all you can see in your head is a blushing Jimin smiling at the cashier while she was eye fucking him, you can’t seem to let it go.

And sweet Jimin pretty much lets you walk all over him in hopes that eventually things can finally go back to normal. But enough is enough.

When you purposely start flirting with a random guy at the club during your friend’s birthday party later that same week, and you make it a point to look at Jimin in the eyes like saying “how you like it when I do it?” that’s when he finally snaps.

“Time to go home, it’s getting late” he speaks through gritted teeth and grabs your arm with more force than necessary, looking at you with a menacing glare.

You had been staring at some guy across the VIP section for a while now and he noticed how you were flirting the same way you do with him all the time. Biting your lip, taking a sip of your drink and giving him that coy smile, tilting your head and playing with your silky hair. Of course he noticed. He was standing right next to you watching it all unfold for fucks sake!

You wouldn’t even let him touch you so he was just there, by your side like some love sick puppy waiting for his master to give him a little bit of attention. He felt pathetic. He’s sure you don’t even look like a couple right now because while all his other friends are either making out or grinding on their girlfriends while the music is blasting, the most interaction you’ve had all night was him asking you if you wanted another drink and holding your purse when you went to the bathroom with one of your girl friends earlier.

“You can go if you want, I’ll ask one of the girls to take me back to my place, don’t worry” You tell him feigning disinterest just to rile him up even more. You were never actually flirting with that guy, it wasn’t real, you didn’t even find him attractive, he was just the unfortunate soul standing across the room when you decided it was this right time to get back at Jimin, to make him feel as jealous as you were a couple days ago.

”We’re both leaving, you’re going back with me to my place” He growls into your ear and grabs you by the hips with both hands, you can feel his toned warm body pressing against yours deliciously. It’s been days since you’ve been intimate and even though that’s your own doing you can’t help but miss him.

You step back a little to take a good look at him for the first time tonight. He looks gorgeous, blue shirt with the first two buttons undone, those black tailored trousers that make his ass look amazing, his black shiny hair that you can’t wait to run your fingers through.

You can’t help yourself, he looks too good, you miss his touch so much. You close the small distance between you and run the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip before biting it softly. Jimin lets out a low animalistic growl and starts kissing you passionately. He backs you up against the wall and lets one hand travel down to your ass to give it a tight squeeze.

His tongue caressing yours, your lower abdomen rubbing against his crotch, things get heated very fast and you couldn’t care less that anyone can see you shamelessly making out in public right now.

“I’ll get your purse, let’s go” Jimin is the one that pulls away first and he quickly goes to grab your purse from the table where some of your friends are. You see him saying his goodbyes to them and then he comes back to you. Holding your hand as you make your way to the exit so you can finally get the privacy you both need at the moment.

When you get back to the dorms you say hello to Tae who’s still playing video games in the living room and to Yoongi who’s grabbing a midnight snack and is eyeing you both not sure if the look in your eyes means you’re still fighting or about to have sex.

When you’re finally inside Jimin’s bedroom you hope you’ll pick things up right where you left them back at the club but when you see the look on his face you realize how wrong you are.

He paces around the room and runs his hands through his hair several times before speaking.

“What was that about huh? All week you don’t even let me hold your hand but you have no problem flirting with some random guy at the club so you can what? Go back to his place to have sex? Was that the plan? What is wrong with you? I’m not your toy!” He yells at you and you’re sure everyone whitin a 5 miles radium can hear what he’s saying. You know you fucked up, and now he’s the one who’s angry. You start yelling at eachother, both hurt and upset about what you’ve both done.

You start crying when you tell him you felt like shit when he said nothing to make it clear that while he appreciated the compliment he had a girlfriend and it wasn’t cool to say that kind of stuff in front of you. He starts crying because he tells you he felt very insecure seeing you flirt with someone else because he knows you can do so much better than him, the kind of boyfriend who can’t even see you all that often to begin with.

You’re both a mess, and when you see Jimin on the opposite side of the room, not even looking at you or trying to get close to you, you take action.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby, I was angry. I just wanted you to understand what it feels like to be me sometimes. It’s so hard Jimin. I love you and it hurts me”

You hold him and he starts crying even harder but he returns your hug anyway. He holds you tight, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. You grab his face with both hands and whisper “I’m sorry” and “I love you” between pecks.

He doesn’t pull back, but you can feel it in his tense body that forgiveness hasn't happened yet. So you turn around and press your back to his chest, you start placing light sensual kisses on his neck and jaw, grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand and using the other one to guide his down your belly.

“I love you. I need you baby. Please touch me, please... make us feel good”

He hesitates at first, but after a few seconds his hand continues his sinful voyage down your belly and under your dress. Soon he’s pushing up over your panties, rubbing gently over the lace.

Slipping his thumb between your wet folds and moving it upwards to your clit he starts kissing you.

He leads you back towards his bed and starts taking off your clothes, once you’re both naked he gets on top of you and stares at you with bloodshot eyes before leaning down to kiss you again and slipping into you slowly. He’s so sweet, so gentle, so loving, you feel your heart swell every time he says he loves you because you know he means it.

Soon after your first orgasm you find yourself on all fours with him pounding into you recklessly, chasing his own release and extending your pleasure.

"Yeah baby, just like that, you fuck me so good" you feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as you praise him and then you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up. He pulls out after a long time and doesn’t even bother cleaning you up, he just rolls over and holds you close.

“Saranghae jagiya” It’s the last thing you hear before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

“I love you more baby”

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Friends, love or nothing at all?(James Potter x reader)

A/N: I can't believe how dramatic this imagine is. I hate drama yet here I am. Anyway, hope you enjoy this short imagine and don't be afraid to ask or request me anything.

Request: Can you do a James potter imagine where he tells the reader he's only inlove with her but cheats on the reader with Lilly and doesn't care to win her back after

Warning: angst, cheating, my English?

Part 2 Part 3

James Potter and you were friends since you two could walk. You don't even remember how the two of you met, you were just always friends. You spent every holiday at the Potters as the Potters did at your house. That was mostly because your families were friends back in Hogwarts and since then, they were inseparable .

You two were best friends since forever, but when he met Sirius, you were thrown aside. Slowly year after year the visits on every holiday stopped and the two of you only drifted apart. You were still friends, but not close as you two used to be.

So as you were sitting with your friend at your house table and reading the newspaper, you suddenly felt a breeze and had a feeling like someone was watching you. You peeked up from your newspaper, to see mischievous hazel eyes looking at you. You felt a bit suspicious so instead of saying something nice you said the usual. "What are you up to now, Potter?"

His bright smile grew even bigger and this time you definetly knew something was up. " Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? " he asked out of the blue.

After saying that your friend in front of you almost choked on her tea, you on the other hand stayed calm. "Why?" you asked suspiciously, narrowing your eyes.

He dramatically gasped and put his hand over his heart. "Can't I spend some quality time with my best friend? Seriously, more than 10 years of friendship and you would still think I was an arse. " You shot him a serious look and he sighed. "Fine. Sirius got sick, Remus has a date and Peter is just not that fun. I don't want to go to Hogsmeade alone. Happy now?"

"And I am your 4th choice?" you asked, feeling a bit hurt.

"No.No." he denied. "You are my best choice. I mean I didn't want to go at all but then I remembered you and us and how we used to spend so much time together when we were kids. I miss that. "

You finally put down your newspaper smiled. "Than yes. I will go to Hogsmeade with you."

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James was looking around the crowd, his eyes searching for you. He thought that maybe you changed your mind and didn't want to come but he relieved himself from that thought when he saw your pink-blue-green-brown cap, the two of you knitted when you were 9.

You came over to him, shaking since you just came from a warm hallway out to a freezing cold. Before you even approached him, he started laughing. "I can't believe you still have this ugly hat we made when we were 9."

"Hey! This ugly hat is saving my head from freezing." you defended, playfully punching him on the arm. "Plus, you said how much you wanted to spend more time with me. If you want that than you have to accept the hat first."

He continued to laugh and he pulled down his hat, showing his messy black hair. " Here." he offered you his hat. "You take mine and I'll take our ugly knitted hat to prove to you how much our friendship means to me."

You took off your hat and switched it with his. "You should really comb every once in a while." you added while he was putting on the hat.

" You really were the best of giving compliments." he chuckled.

"Just saying, J. I mean, there is this thing called a hair brush." he started laughing again. " Its a thing, that comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Its especially made to brush hair." you teased him. "It's all in the name. You should look it up."

"You know, here I am saying how much I missed hanging out with you and here you are attacking me with insults about my hair. You really haven't changed." he smiled, wrapping his arm around yours.

You looked up to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. "Thats how I express my love. Seriously, more than 10 years of friendship and I though you would know this by now."

He started laughing again. "Just shut up and walk."

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After your trip to Hogsmeade James couldn't get you out of his head. You two had the most amazing time. I mean he had amazing time with Sirius and the others too, but with you it was different. It was fun and crazy and something special. The way the two of you pissed off the Honeyduke owner with candy war made him feel like a little kid again. Or the fact that you make him laugh all the time. He loved that.

You could feel him staring at you from his seat. Everytime you looked over to him he was still watching, not removing his eyes from you. I mean you did feel butterflies not only in your stomach but you always ignored them due to the fact he has a giant crush on Lilly.

Lilly, who was sitting right in the middle, few feet away from you. noticed how James was staring at you. Usually she didn't care about James but right now she was having this weird and unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach.

You were full of it. You couldn't concentrate on your work with his hazel eyes watching your every move. You closed your books and walked over to him. "Could you stop staring at me." you said, crossing your arms.

Every one of his friends looked at the smiling James in the corner. He was just smiling and looking you. "You are so adorable when you are angry at me." You felt the butterflies again and huge rush on your cheeks. He stood up and took your hand. "Come with me." he said and pulled you with him.

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You two walked and walked....and walked....and walked. "James, where are you taking me?" you asked, feeling tired of all the walking. "I think we are pretty far away from them by now."

"Yeah, well you don't know them like I do aaaand I wanted to show you this." he said finally stopping and pointing at the rock.

"It's a rock." you said disappointed.

He chuckled and moved his head left and right. "It's not just any rock, its the rock." he said pulling you on the other side of the rock.

You noticed two handprints on it, one a bit bigger than the other and under them were engraved (your initials) and right next to it was J.P. You put your hand on your handprint and looked up to James. "I can't believe I forgot about this. We did this right after we arrived at Hogwarts."

"Yeah. Right after the sorting ceremony and the feast we sneaked out here and we promised eachother, that we will always be there for one another. I think we kind of broke this promise." he said and sat on the rock. He offered you a hand, which you gladly took, and pulled you up to sit next to him. "See I've been thinking about us, about what we have and I realized that I don't see you as a friend anymore. Since our trip to Hogsmeade, I noticed how much I really missed you. How I missed your insults, your voice, your laugh, your smell or how you always make me laugh and happy. I'm in love with you (y/n) and I would love to be more than friends." he finished.

After you realized you've been shocked for too long you wrapped your arms around him. "I would love to be more than friends, James!" you said almost making you both fall of the rock.

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And after that the two of you have been closer than ever. He was such a great boyfriend and he made sure everybody knew that. He always started your morning with a kiss, sitting with you during breakfast, lunch and dinner, carrying your books to class and making sure you get all the attention. You two basically became the power couple and even though he didn't want to admit it, Sirius was jealous of him.

Today was your 3rd month anniversary. You both knew it was stupid but you both decided to celebrate every three months. It was mostly because three was your number. You guys were three years old when you two first met (according to your parents), James is three months older than you and well basically everything happened with the number three involved.

You were just done with Divination and it was time for lunch. When you were walking down the hall, excited to see James today, you saw your friend pacing up and down. When you said hi you knew something was wrong. "What's wrong?" you asked her, trying to figure out her worried expression.

"I don't know how to tell you. I mean I wanted to tell you yesterday but you seemed so happy and I thought I was wrong but..."

"But what? Tell me." you demanded.

"About a week ago I saw Potter and Lilly hanging out together, I mean I thought they were hanging just as friends so I didn't worry at all. But yesterday I saw Lilly pull Potter into the broom closet and today I saw them walk into the Transifiguration class. I mean I'm just looking out for you..." she continued to talk but you stopped listening.

You turned towards the Transifiguration class and walked as quickly as you could. You weren't even thinking, you were just walking, hoping she was wrong. ‘Maybe it wasn’t James that she saw. He would never do this to me.’ When you walked into the class you noticed a red head girl with her blause halfway unbuttoned, sitting on the table, her legs wrapped around his waist, snogging him and running her fingers through his messy dark hair. You grabbed the table after you thought you were about to fall and for a moment you stopped breathing. Everything became darker, time stopped moving and you felt like your heart just broke into million pieces.

"James." you said quietly, your voice shaking and your eyes watering.

He quickly pulled away from her at the sound of your voice. "(Y/n)!" he said surprised. He looked around the room, scratching the back of his neck. "I can explain...”

You couldn't even look at him. "How long?" you asked him.

He walked over, touching your arm. "I swear I .."

You waved your arm away from him and looked at him dead in the eyes."HOW LONG!?!" you yelled at him.

He hesitated for a long time and ran his hand through his hair. "Less than a week." he mumbled.

Just when you thought your heart couldn't broke any more, you were wrong. It hurt. It hurt so bad and you couldn't escape it.

He reached out to you. "(Y/n), please. Let me explain."

You moved your hand away again, hearing your friend walk in. Without even thinking, your hand slapped James across his cheek. You pulled out a tiny box out of your robes' pocket and threw it at him. "Happy 3rd month anniversary." you said and walked out with your friend by your side.

After the two of you walked into your dorm, you collapsed before you could even make it to the bed. You started crying, yelling and squeezing your chest. Your friend immediately came over and hugged you tightly. "It hurts!" you sobbed, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

"I know. " she said quietly, stroking your head.

"It hurts so much." you continued, lowering your voice.

"It will get better (y/n)." she held you in her arms.

---

The next day, you woke up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You looked yourself in the mirror, noticing dark circles around your red and swollen eyes. To be honest, you didn't care if you dropped dead right here, so you really didn’t care how you looked.

Your friend walked in the bathroom and put her hand on your shoulder. "(Y/n). You don't need to come to class today."

You looked at her and furrowed your eyebrows. "Why on earth would I do that?" you asked her with a toothbrush in your mouth.

She looked worried. "I just don't think it's smart to.."

"I am going." you said determined and walked out of the bathroom.

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James was looking at the tiny box you gave him. He was playing with it in his hands, not wanting to open it. He knew if he would open it, he would start crying. After hours and hours of looking at it he finally opened it and saw horns of a stag on a necklace. “Dammit James.”

He was right, he would start crying.

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You walked into the class, which you had with James, not seeing him yet but his lover: Lilly Evans. You glowered at her and walked past her, purposely knocking down her pencils.You sat down at the empty table and prepared your notes. ‘Just because some cheating bastard broke my heart, I won't stay out of school and pity myself. I’m strong, he can’t breake me. Can he?’ you asked yourself before James walked in seeing you sitting at the empty table. He walked over and before he could say anything you spoke first. "Go away." you said quietly, not even bothering to look at him.

"We need to talk."

"Go talk with your whore at the empty table over there." you said calmly, trying to not show your temper.

"Please, let me-"

"Mr. Potter, are you going to stand there the whole class or are you going to sit down." said proffesor McGonngal, who has just arrived.

He sat down next to you and noticed the dark circles around your eyes. You probably haven't slept all night, your hair wasn't even brushed, your robes were not ironed and you were a mess. He hated himself for making you like that. He took out the box and slid it over to you. "I don't deserve it."

You looked at it and felt something stab you in the chest. You slid it back to him. "I don't want it." you said coldly.

"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked, taking it back in his hands.

"For all I care you can throw it in the trash. " Finally you turned your head to face him, noticing he had dark circles around his eyes too. "Maybe you can crush it with that special rock of yours. Take Evans with you, I bet she would enjoy that"

"(Y/n)..." he said quietly, touching your hand.

You moved it away and stood up. "Don't touch me!" you snapped.

You looked around to see everybody staring, proffesor McGonngal knew she needs to stay out of this, and she did. You grabbed your books and walked out of the classroom.

"(Y/n)!" yelled James, running after you. "(Y/n)!"

"Leave me alone!" you yelled back, brushing your wet cheeks with your sleeve.

"Please, let me explain!" he yelled.

You stopped walking and turned around. You threw your books on the ground and crossed your arms. You walked over with tears still rolling down your cheeks. "Well?" you said. "Explain!" you yelled at him. "You keep telling me you will explain everything, yet you just stand there. Tell me that I inhaled some weird potion and had hallucinations. Tell me that it was all a dream! Tell me you didn't cheat and brake my hear on our anniversary! " you started crying.

"I can't."

"Then at least tell me why you did it?" you looked at him, backing away and feeling angry of not getting the answers you wanted to hear. "Did you ever love me?"

"Of course I did! I still do!" he yelled running his hand through his hair.

"Well you have a funny way of showing it!"

"I just...I..." he tried to speak.

"You what James?! Tell me now that you have no feelings for Evans and don't you dare lie to me!"

James looked at you, another tear escaping his eye. His silence told you everything and your heart was now completly shattered. "I still want us to be friends."

Hearing that sentance made you want to throw yourself off a cliff. It made you want to lay down on the ground and rot there. Tears started rolling down your cheeks again, this time not even stopping. You looked up to see his hazel eyes and trying to get every detail right because you knew this was the last time you will ever see them again. "Goodbye James."

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hulksmashin-bannerpackin · 6 years

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Work Of Art

Pairing: Bruce Banner X Reader

Request Prompt:  Bruce request where the reader is an avenger but also an art student. One day, the university she's in holds an event where their art students can showcase their works. The reader keep it a secret to the team because her works are all paintings/drawings of Hulk and Bruce Banner. And she doesn't want the team and Bruce to discover her love interest. But Tony discovers and decides to surprise her on the day of the event thinking that she's just shy, so he brought the team. Fluffy fluff please

Requested by: @halegalaxy00

Sorry that it took so long! This is one of my oldest requests so I hope the length makes up for it! ^^

Y/N sat in her room, tapes draped across the ground to protect her carpet all smeared in various paint stains as she laid on the floor, charcoal in hand and staring at the large sheet of paper in front of her. She stared at her work in frustration.

It had to be juuust perfect.

Maybe she needed a break? She frowned at the portrait, it wasn't right yet. She's probably just been staring at it for too long... Y/N stood and stretched feeling her back crack and her muscles ache. This called for a lunch back. Come back to her artwork with fresh eyes. Yes indeed that sounded like a good plan.

Y/N picked up her paint rag and wiped her face, which mostly only succeeded to smear the charcoal on her face around but it did also free her of the thin layer of sweat she had accumulated on her brow. She made her way to the kitchen and found Bruce waiting by the kettle to make some tea.

"Hi Bruce!" Y/N chimed happily causing Bruce to notice her and give her a soft smile.

"Hey Y/N." His eyes went up and down her figure taking in the mess she was in. "How has your artwork been going?"

Y/N shrugged with a small grin. “Okaay so far. I don’t know it’s not quite done yet. Something is missing.” She pulled a second mug out of the cupboard and onto the counter. Bruce pulled another teabag out from his shelf seeing her place her mug on the counter.

“Maybe I could see it? Give you an opinion.”

Y/N’s eyes went considerably wide as she quickly shook her head and stuttered out a response.

“No-no-no you don’t want to see it! It’s not even that good!”

Bruce let out a breath of laughter at her nervous reaction. “I’ve seen your work Y/N. I happen to think it’s very good.” And that was true, Bruce still kept the painting she did for him on the wall in his office, it created a tranquil atmosphere for him.

Y/N grinned deviously. “Oh well such a nice compliment deserves a hug.” She held up her arms wide.

Bruce’s face screwed up and tried to step back, away from her charcoal covered attack. “Y/N! No!”

She giggled as she wrapped her arms around him tightly and nuzzled her face against his clean button up shirt. Bruce laughed along with her, delicately returning the hug despite the black stains he would surely receive.

Y/N let herself relax and breath in this moment, Bruce had always made her feel so safe and happy but she treasured their friendship too much to let it be ruined by her silly feelings.

They jumped apart when they heard fake gagging noises and looked to see Tony starring at them with disgust. “Why don’t you two get a room? There’s so many to choose from instead of shacking up in my kitchen.”

Bruce shuffled away awkwardly to finish making the tea and Y/N frowned and stuck her tongue out at Tony. “You’re just jealous.”

“Yeah right kid, real jealous of green bean and the living smudge.” Tony quipped back. “Hurry up and get together.”

A large blush sprawled across Y/N’s face and Bruce spluttered as they both stammered out reasons why that was ridiculous and for Tony to get real, only to leave him giving them a signature smirk and walking away.

“I, uh, I better get back to the lab.” Bruce mumbled into his cup of tea and politely excused himself.

“Have fun.” Y/N said with a smile as she waved and sighed when he was out of view. That was exactly why they would never get together. When they were alone it was so easy and it felt so natural in eachothers company but the second someone addressed their actions towards another they would both vehemently deny any affection for the other.

She opened the fridge and began pulling out ingredients to make a sandwich.

Oh well.

Y/N guessed she’d just be happy with the relationship they had now.

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Once again Y/N was spread out surrounded by a mess of oils and tape and coloured charcoal. She was staring at paused security footage she ‘borrowed’ from the lab. She needed reference pictures! Okay? Perfectly normal. Not creepy. Nope.

“Hey Jarvis?” She called up to the roof.

“Yes Miss L/N?” He answered politely.

“It’s not stalkerish that I took these photos is it?”

“Well ma’am it is in the very definition of stalker to take photos of one, without their knowledge or permission.”

“..... What do you know anyway.” She growled childishly at Jarvis, secretly though she was grateful Jarvis agreed to not tell Tony or Bruce that she had taken these stills.

The theme was Avengers and she was originally planning on drawing the whole team or even her own secret identity so it wouldn’t be weird and so no one would be jealous but after overhearing her classmates swoon and coo over Tony and Steve and hearing how no one would want to draw the Hulk unless it was a destruction piece she got... Offended to say the least... And she accidentally found herself announcing boldly how she would do Banner. (Implications of that phrasing that made her blush aside) she found herself too embarrassed to tell the team of her work and kept it secret.

She had finally finished. It was perfect. Perfect enough to go into the galley show. All students were allowed up to three entries but because her entry was so big she was only allowed one. That was of course fine with her. Y/N was so proud of her work. She stood back and looked at it. Sprawled across the large canvas was Bruce Banner and the Hulk.

The large portrait had Hulk stretched across the back with Bruce placed in the centre. She used mostly black charcoal but for the Hulk she added streaks of dark and light green to emphasise his muscles, hair and eyes. She did the same with Bruce, using brown and purple to emphasise his hair, eyes and clothes. She worked on carefully covering her work with fixative spray and left it to dry so she could cover it. No way was she showing anyone. She just told them it was for an assignment that coveted most of her grade.

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It was finally the night of the galley. Y/N had dresses herself simply, not one for really filling herself up. She wore a modest dark blue dress and light make up. Everything was going well, the students were happy and mingling with the guests and the Avengers were here.

... ...... ..........

The Avengers were here?!?!

What?!

Y/N gaped in horror. WHY were the Avengers here!?

Tony spotted her and grinned, waving her over. Y/N marched up to him with her best scowl.

“What are YOU doing here!?” Y/N huffed, placing her hands on her hips as the other Avengers started scattering around the galley.

“I hacked your schedule.” Tony grinned raising his hands in his defence.

“Tony!”

“What? I did you a favour, you don’t really want your work hidden from us because you’re shy.” Tony waved her off. “Where’s your work? You drew me right? Obviously I’m the most photogenic.” Tony walked away without waiting for her answer, already thriving in the attention he was receiving and leaving Y/N to stand there frozen in horror.

Tony you idiot...

I’m not shy...

Y/N felt nauseous. She felt sick. Bruce was going to, to see...

She squeezed her eyes shut, she couldn’t believe this was going to happen. She was so embarrassed. She, she needed to leave. Y/N quickly and quietly slipped out and away from the event. She couldn’t face him.

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Y/N sat on the balcony, bundled inside a thin blanket to protect her from the cool air of the night. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, watching the life of the city from above but she didn’t have any plans to return inside any time soon.

The glass door softly clicked open and Y/N set herself to stare forward, adamant on ignoring whoever pulled up the chair beside her.

“Y/N?”

Damn...

Of course it had to be Bruce. They had often sat out here together enjoying the peaceful scenery.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded slightly, acknowledging his presence.

“You know.” Bruce continued to talk despite her silence. “l had never really considered myself handsome before.” This caused Y/N to look at him. “I really liked your piece.”

Bruce smiled sincerely and Y/N blushed with a shy smile, her eyes down cast to the ground.

“Would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” Bruce asked, his voice was soft and seemed to warm her over the chill of the air.

“... I’d love too...”

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