#avan jogia x reader

[storiesforallfandoms]

junker ~ beck oliver;victorious

word count: 2011

request?: no

description: after her car breaks down in front of the dreamy boy’s house, he helps her to fix it

pairing: beck oliver x female!reader

warnings: swearing, one mention of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“No,” you said to yourself as your car began to slow. “No, no, no!”

You hit your steering wheel in frustration as the car came to a stop in the middle of the road.

This wasn’t the first time you had encountered issues with your shitty excuse for a car. It was definitely because the car was older than your parents. It was a miracle it even started in the first place, which, to be fair, it didn’t most of the time. You had no idea what your parents were thinking in buying you this hunk of junk to be your first car. They didn’t have to buy you a brand new sports car or anything, but they could’ve gotten you something from this decade at least.

You got out o the car to inspect what had happened. You opened the hood of the car and inspected inside. You couldn’t tell if anything was off because it all just looked the same to you. There was probably something, but you weren't exactly knowledgeable on cars.

You exclaimed in frustration and kicked the wheel, followed by a string of expletives as pain exploded from your toes.

“Car troubles?”

You turned to see a boy around your age stood at the end of a driveway.

“It just stopped,” you said. “I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you realized how screwed you were. You were a few blocks away from home, so walking wasn’t necessarily off the table, but it would take you a while to get home. Not to mention you had no idea how you’d get the car back to your place, or off the road at all.

“Here, bring it into my driveway,” the boy said. “I’ll take a look at it.”

“How are we gonna get it into your driveway? It’s like...dead dead.”

He approached the car, taking a quick glance at the still open hood before reaching to close it. “Put it in neutral. I’ll push, you can steer.”

You weren’t sure if that sounded like a good idea - one person pushing a car on their own didn’t seem super doable - but you had no other choices. So, you got back into your car, waiting for him to get in place, then shifted the car into neutral. You started turning the wheel, shifting the car towards the driveway. It took a while, but eventually the two of you had managed to get the car into his driveway. You put it back in park as he came around to pop the hood again.

“I’m Beck, by the way,” he said as you got out of your car.

“(Y/N),” you responded. “Thanks for the help. I thought I was screwed.”

“Why are you driving a junker like this? It must be like, a century old.”

“My parents got it for me when I got my license. Something about wanting to get an older car as my first one until I learn responsibility, I guess?”

“So they gave you a rolling death trap?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, basically. I bet they’ll regret that now.”

Beck leaned in to get a better look at something. “When did they buy it?”

You shrugged. “A few weeks ago, I think.”

“Well, they’ll definitely regret however much money they wasted on this thing. It’s completely dead.”

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

Beck stood back up. “There’s not a single thing that works in this thing now. Engine is toast, battery zapped, starting motor gone. It’s a wonder this thing ever worked in the first place.”

You let out a long groan. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse. What were you supposed to do now without a car? You couldn’t go back to relying on your parents to drive you everywhere, and you certainly were not about to start taking the bus to school again.

“Do you have a phone?” Beck asked.

“It’s dead,” you said. “I was on my way home anyways, I thought I’d be fine.”

“Listen, mine is in my RV. You can use it to call your parents if you want.”

You eyed the silver RV in the yard. “You live in there? When there’s...a house?”

He chuckled. “I prefer to be on my own. The RV was the only compromise my parents would come to. If you’d rather not come in, I understand. I can bring my phone out instead if it would make you more comfortable.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. It’s starting to get dark, so it’s probably best if I wait inside instead of out here while it gets cold.”

Beck nodded for you to follow him into his trailer. It was a decent size, big enough for one person living there. It was also evident that a teenage boy lived there given the mess. Beck must’ve noticed, too, because he quickly started picking up dirty clothes and laundry from the floor, mumbling something about ignoring the mess. You quietly giggled to yourself.

Beck passed you his phone. You sat down on his couch and dialed your mom’s number first. It rang for a long time before an automated message told you she was away from the phone. You hung up and tried your dad’s number, only to have the same outcome. You rolled your eyes and hung up, handing the phone back to Beck.

“They must be busy,” you said. “God, this sucks. What am I going to do?”

Beck sat down next to you. He was close enough to you that you could feel his shoulder brushing against yours. You were suddenly very aware of your situation: alone in a trailer with a boy who was incredibly cute. A broke down car, no way to get home until your parents answered your calls. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat, looking down at your lap when looking into Beck’s eyes became too much.

“I could drive you home,” he offered. “Then, when your parents are home, you can tell them what happened and where the car is. Then they can decide if they want to come get it, or they can leave it here and I can salvage whatever parts I can from it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You think there’s anything salvageable from that car?”

“Well...the tires.”

You both laughed. You knew you should be getting home, but part of you also didn’t want to leave yet. Sure, you would still see Beck again whenever your parents decided to come get the car - if they decided to come get the car - but after that you may never see him again. He wasn’t familiar to you, and you were sure you’d remember someone like Beck at your school, so that meant he went to a different school. The likeliness of you two ever crossing paths again were incredibly slim.

But you also couldn’t just invite yourself into his place to stay for a while. You were still a stranger to him, and him to you technically. And you probably should get home so you could charge your phone, just so your parents didn’t start freaking out if they tried to call you and couldn’t get through.

So, you took Beck’s offer and followed him to his car. It was definitely a lot nicer than your old piece of junk. You were almost embarrassed that he had to see what you were driving before. The one silver lining to this whole situation was that your parents might actually buy you a good car after all of this.

You knew it was going to be a short ride to your house, so you had to make the most of it. You looked over at Beck and asked, “So, what school do you go to?”

“Hollywood Arts,” he responded.

“Oh! So that’s why I haven’t seen you around. You’re too busy becoming a big star.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. Trying to, at least. I’m not a singer like most of the people who attend that school. I’m trying to become an actor after I graduate.”

“Hey, the world needs actors. That doesn’t sound like an impossible dream to achieve.”

He shrugged. You felt like the conversation was drifting away, and you desperately wanted it to keep going.

“I do appreciate what you did for me,” you said. “Most people in LA probably would’ve driven right past me and wished me luck.”

“I couldn’t let you just stay there stranded right in front of my place,” he said. “What kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t offer the pretty girl some help?”

Your face immediately burned at his compliment. You quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

“Still, I appreciate it,” you said. “And the ride home. I probably could’ve walked, come to think of it.”

“No way. I wasn’t going to let you walk when I have a perfectly good car that could’ve driven you home.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

He chuckled. You noticed the car slowing to a stop, and when you looked up you saw that you were in front of your house. You almost deflated with disappointment. Your time with Beck was finally, and unfortunately, coming to an end. There was no way you’d be able to see him again, you were sure of that. It was already pretty clear the both of you wouldn’t be running into each other at schooling events, unless you managed to make it out to a performance at Hollywood Arts that Beck just so happened to be starring in.

“This is me,” you said, trying to keep the sadness from your voice.

“So it is,” Beck said with a nod.

You looked down at your lap, trying to stall as much as possible. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can repay you for all of this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“What if I wanted to? I mean, surely there’s something else I could do or give you as a way of saying thanks. Something more than that lump of junk that’s still sat in your driveway.”

He made a face. “No, that’s a terrible thank you gift actually.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying I want to give you an actual thank you gift.”

He thought for a moment and you waited patiently for his answer. Finally, he looked back at you and said, “There is something you could give me.”

“What is it?”

“Your number.”

He was holding his phone out to you. You looked from his phone up to his face. You were almost sure this wasn’t real, that you were hallucinating that this was happening. But the longer it took for you to take Beck’s phone and put your number in it, the more his face was starting to show worry. As if you were about to turn him down.

“Yes!” you finally blurted. “I mean...yeah. Yeah, I can...I can do that.”

He seemed amused by your flusteredness. You quickly took his phone and typed in your name and number before handing it back to him.

“You better get your phone charged,” he said. “Otherwise, how am I supposed to try and plan a date with you?”

Oh, he smooth.

You wanted to say something back that was equally as smooth, but you were at a loss for words. Instead, you just nodded your head for a long time, like a crazy person, before finally saying goodbye for real and getting out of his car. You could feel him watching you as you walked up to your front door and let yourself in. He didn’t leave until the door closed behind you, and even then he waited for you to lock it and turn on the light over the door.

Once you were alone, you leaned back against the door and you couldn’t stop the wide smile that broke out across your face.

Okay, at least there were two silver linings to that stupid thing breaking down.

#beck oliver #beck oliver imagine #beck oliver x reader #avan jogia #avan jogia imagine #avan jogia x reader #victorious #victorious imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[morwap]

leon was on call, his phone rang as your hand pumped him.

his pants were haphazardly undone and his cock pulled through the hole. leon’s precum and your spit made his cock slippery.

“baby, it’s work” he moaned, his head was leaned back and your mouth was on his neck.

“we’ve barely had any time together, they can wait” you whisper, leon glanced at his phone as it lit up once more, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his back arched.

leon swallowed and nodded a bit, your hand tightening around his tip slightly before going back down his length. you kiss your way to his mouth, he moaned into you as you stroked him faster, his legs and stomach tightening. he tried to keep up with your kisses, his fingers clutching at your clothing.

“i’m so close” he grumbled as he struggled to move his hips.

#dbd leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #re leon #resident evil leon #re4 leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #avan jogia #avan jogia!leon kennedy #avan jogia leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil: welcome to raccoon city

[companionjones]

Notice

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Afab!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: You’re poorer than the average student at Hollywood Arts. Beck Oliver takes notice.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

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    Beck always noticed you. He noticed that whenever an extra-curricular activity required out-of-pocket spending, you opted out. He noticed you only had three t-shirts that you switched out with the same pair of jeans every day. He especially noticed those dark circles under your eyes that never seemed to go away.

    He decided to do something about it one day while everyone was finishing up their lunches and heading back to class. Beck pulled you aside. “Hey,” he started.

    “Hey.”

    Beck asked, “Do you want to hang out after school today?”

    The question wasn’t completely out of left field. You and Beck would hang out all the time. Only at his trailer, though. Beck had never been to your place.

    “Sure,” you answered him with a smile.

    He nodded. “Great. Maybe we could go to the mall or something?”

    You hesitated. “Uh...Sorry, I can’t. I’m, um, a little low on funds at the moment. Maybe some other ti--”

    Beck was quick to offer, “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”

    You shook your head. “No, Beck. I don’t want to worry about paying you back--”

    “Don’t worry about that either, okay? Just come to the mall, and have a good time.”

    You and Beck stared at each other for a moment while you bit your lip, deliberating. “Okay,” you finally replied. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for History.”

    After school that day, Beck drove you to the mall. You guys were there for hours. Despite how long you were there for you, you only got two more t-shirts, and two more pairs of jeans. Beck had to practically beg to buy them for you, too. He didn’t mind. Any time Beck spent with you was fun, no matter what you were doing.

    You two left about an hour before the mall closed.

    “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? It’s getting late,” Beck pointed out, concerned.

    “I know,” you shrugged, “But my house isn’t that far from here, and I like walking anyway, so...Thank you.”

    “No problem.” Beck thought that was the end of it, so he started meandering back to his car.

    “I mean it, Beck.”

    He heard that you were walking back up to him, so Beck turned around.

    You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” you told him again before walking off in your own direction.

    Beck didn’t feel great about what he did next. Was it considered stalking if you truly cared about the person and were just making sure they were okay? Probably. Beck followed you to a more run-down part of town. He saw you go into an old, abandoned shop with boarded up windows.

    Beck slammed his truck into park, hopped out, and ran in after you.

    “Y/n?”

    He saw that you nearly jumped out of your skinned when you heard him. “Beck?! What the hell are you doing here?”

    He turned the question back onto you. “What the hell are you doing here? Y/n, is this where you live?”

    “No...” You were obviously lying.

    “Y/n!” Beck pushed.

    “Okay! I’m sorry. Yes, I live here,” you confirmed. “My parents ditched me a while back, and I didn’t want to go into the foster system, so...” You gestured around you.

    Beck took a few steps forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “Because I didn’t want you to think I was this poor, dirty kid who’s only good for anything because they got a scholarship to Hollywood Arts,” you answered, tears forming in your eyes.

    Beck took your hand. “Hey, I could never think that. You’re such a good person, Y/n...Come stay with me.” Beck didn’t know he was going to say that, but he stood by it.

    “What? No. I can’t ask you to--”

    “Then at least stay with me tonight,” begged Beck, “I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here.”

     The tears began to roll down your cheeks as you started to sob. You took the one step necessary to hug Beck.

    He gladly took you in his arms.

    So, you packed a bag and headed to Beck’s trailer for the night.

    When you got there, you stood awkwardly in the corner while Beck made the bed for you. He then started to put a couple blankets and pillows on the floor for himself.

    “Beck, I’m not going to take your bed from you,” you insisted.

    After a little bit of arguing, you and Beck settled into bed together. He turned the lights out.

    “I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” you pressed.

    He said these next words like they were nothing. “It’s not a problem. I’d do anything for you.”

    “Why?” you whispered.

    Beck thought a moment before responding, “Isn’t it obvious?” He was sure you could hear his heart, it was beating so loud.

    Suddenly, you were leaning in.

    Before Beck could even think, your lips were on his.

    Beck slowly moved his lips with yours. He put a hand on your cheek, and one of your hands ended up in his hair. He moaned. He found he loved it when you played with his hair.

    Things were getting more heated. Beck rolled on top of you without even realizing it.

    Then, you reached down to tug on the waist band of his shorts, and Beck was sure he felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck grabbed both your hands and dragged them up to where he could see them. “Are you sure about this?” he asked you.

    “Yes. Come on. I want you inside me.” You pulled Beck in for another kiss.

    He moaned at your words, and this kiss. Beck then helped you take off your own shirt before taking off his own. The two of you then kicked off your pants and underwear to get yourselves completely naked for each other.

    “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet,” Beck cursed, coating his cock in your juices. “Are you ready?”

    “Please baby.” You were gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.

    Beck almost chocked on his own spit after hearing you say that to him. He pushed inside you, moaning with you as he went. Beck had to look away from you because he swore if he was looking at you while you were making him feel that good, he would’ve cum then and there.

    Once he had sunk all the way into you, Beck started to pull out and thrust back in. This began a whole new series of moans from both you and him.

    Beck had his hands planted on either side of your head, and your head was tossed back as you moaned each time he entered you.

    Suddenly, you grabbed onto his hips. “Beck...!”

    “I know, I’m close too,” he assured you before speeding up his thrusts.

    Your moans only increased in pitch each time Beck moved, until finally, you shouted as you reached your climax.

    With you tightening around him, Beck only needed a couple more thrusts before he was cumming right along with you.

    After, Beck collapsed next to you, and the two of you caught your breaths among your tangled limbs.

    Beck turned his nose into your cheek. “Stay with me.” It was clear he meant longer than that night.

    You nodded, “Okay,” then turned to face him, only to capture his lips again.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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[supercap2319]

Beck Oliver kissing his secret boyfriend in front of everyone and tori gets jealous and tries to make a plan to make beck hers but only for it to backfire

Beck didn't have a problem with coming out. He was very open about being Bisexual, but his boyfriend in secret asked that their relationship remain in secret. For the time being.

And Beck understood. That is until he got tired of sneaking around and only kissing his boyfriend in the janitor's closet or in the boy's locker room, or in the bathroom. He wanted to show all of Hollywood Arts that Y/N L/N was his boyfriend.

So, after Sikowitz's class, Beck grabbed Y/N and held him close in front of everyone in the hallway, and kissed him square on the lips. There were some who gasped. Others cheered. Some made homophobic slurs, but Beck could give a fuck what they thought. Beck pulled back and smiled. "Been wanting to do that all morning."

Y/N could only blush and whimper as Beck smiled and kissed him again.

Their friends were happy for them. Even Beck's ex, Jade was happy for them. All but one. Tori Vega wasn't happy in the slightest as she couldn't believe that Beck would kiss Y/N and not her.

She would make Beck hers. She had a plan.

A few days later, she invited him to her house and she tried to make a move on him. She kissed him right on the lips. Beck pushed her off and looked at her. "Tori! Dude what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, come on, Beck. You know you like me. Y/N can't satisfy your needs like I can. " Tori said, sounding like her older sister Trina.

Beck stood up. "I don't think you know what's best for me. If you did, then you would know that I want Y/N's lips on mine. Just his. Not the slutty Vega sisters. I'm out of here."

"Beck!'

Tori watched him leave her home as he slammed the door shut.

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

i got creative and did another uquiz! it's about which guy from the interactive movie "choose love" on netflix would actually be the right match for you! it's just a bunch of questions that want you to pick between some vibes - no lyrics in sight, i promise

#uquiz #choose love #netflix #choose love netflic #interactive netflix #jack menna #rex galier #paul #who apparently has no last name #go do this ppl its fun i promise!!!!! #avan jogia #x reader #self insert #romance #love #romance uquiz #love uquiz #netflix uquiz #choose love uquiz #quiz

[writings-n-stuff]

Practice (Beck x Reader)

Pairing: Beck Oliver (Victorious) x (Gender Neutral) Reader 

Words: 1,527

Summary: Beck and the reader are practicing a scene together, when the two of them get distracted by each others’ gaze. A comfortable silence follows, and kisses are exchanged.

Content Warning: lots of fluff

"Okay, I think that's enough for today!" you stated, moving your script aside, your notes off your lap and onto the coffee table.

Beck mirrored your actions, a patient nod and knowing smile on his face. "Yeah, we've definitely got the scene down," he laughed.

The two of you had spent the last hour practicing a scene for your English class--you were Hamlet and Beck was Ophelia. After a good thirty to forty-five minutes of reading, rereading, and giving mutual feedback, the both of you had finally settled into your roles. That was also when you both adopted ridiculous accents as you practiced, waving your hands around and sticking your noses into the air. After almost hitting Beck in the chin, you decided that enough was enough.

A slightly awkward silence settled between the two of you. Beck had also spent the hour convincing you that your acting was truly sincere, that you were acting beautifully. On the Visual Arts track at Hollywood Arts, you never seemed to see the Acting students outside of your "normal" classes. Beck had always been polite enough, kind enough, and a pleasant presence next to you in class. He pretended not to notice when you casually glanced his way, and you did the same whenever you noticed him staring back.

When the teacher had paired you two up to practice and analyze a scene from Hamlet, Beck had given you one of many killer smiles, excitement showing plain in his eyes.

The same expression met his face in this moment, sitting together at his place. You had sat a bit far apart on his sofa, but all the joking around had brought you closer. Your arms almost touched; you could smell the faintest bit of cologne when he turned to face you. "I hope we analyzed the scene right," Beck said, eyes roaming over your face, his hands settling to rest on his stomach. "It'd be embarrassing to read it all wrong."

You shrugged, turning a bit towards him as well. You brought your leg onto the sofa, foot hanging over the edge. You had taken off your shoes when you entered his trailer, noticing his shoes piled in a corner by the door. Now, you pulled at the edge of your pizza-print socks. "I think anything can be interpreted many different ways," you said quietly, eyes trained on the graphic of melting cheese on the fabric. "Art is subjective, and just showing how comfortable we are with the script also matters. I mean,” you sent a shy glance up at him and his listening eyes, “you're definitely going to outshine any acting I could ever do."

Beck nudged your shoulder, shaking his head. "Come on, you're so talented! We work well together; I'm not going to outshine you at all." He tilted his head, catching your gaze with the way his hair gracefully fell over his face. "You're a natural. Really."

You just nodded, drinking in his reassurance. Beck had this calm about him that somewhat settled your nerves. You weren't anxious about the scene, you were anxious about him. He was leaning ever so slightly towards you, cologne-and-boy smell making you feel all warm in your belly. As he moved his hair away from his face, breaking eye contact just for a second, he asked, "What have you been doing in your visual classes?"

As always, you felt your face warm a bit; you rubbed the back of your neck, thinking of something to say. Talking about your own accomplishments was something you still weren't used to doing, even at Hollywood Arts, where talent was the singular thing anyone ever discussed. "I'm working on a series of portraits. I have this huge wooden board," you stretched your hands out to show how wide the surface was, "and I'm painting one face on top, then layering different flyers and posters over parts of the face, and then using different features to paint a new face on top over and over. Just kind of seeing how many people I can create, and how similar people's faces really are." You glanced up at Beck to see him looking at you so intently. It made you blush a little. "What?"

The corner of Beck's lips tilted up, and he leaned his head on his hand while you explained. "Are you using specific people as references?"

You smirked, feeling like he wanted to know whether or not you had painted him. "Sometimes, sometimes not." You shrugged, "I really just paint whatever, whoever, I'm thinking of in the moment."

You leveled your eyes with his then, mirroring his intense gaze. Taking in your words, Beck let the silence fall again. It settled over your shoulders like a blanket, both of you wrapped together as you simply stared.

You had caught Beck’s eyes lingering at your lips before, in English class, completely checked out of the lecture on the warmest days. He would lean back in his chair (as if that made it more inconspicuous), and he would pretend he was simply daydreaming. It wasn’t completely acting, since he was daydreaming about how it would feel to kiss you, but he still liked to think that he was acting almost interested in class.

Much closer now, Beck’s eyes had slid from yours, skimming over the curve of your cheeks, the slope of your nose, and settling over your lips once again. Not even hiding it, he was aware of how forward this was. He had been lightly flirting with you the whole time: purposefully making you laugh with funny accents, nudging your shoulder or arm or leg as he encouraged your silliness, simply looking at you like that while you talked with him. You wanted him to admit it, verbally. “What are you thinking about?” you asked, your voice coming out low and husky just like you wanted.

Beck leaned a little more towards you; you could swear that his face reddened a bit. “I’m thinking about how it might feel to kiss you right now,” he answered with a similar tone. The corner of his mouth turned up just a little, and your heart melted instantly. 

Wordlessly, you moved your hands forward, into his. You leaned towards him, faces inches apart but still not touching. Your fingertips trailed over his forearm, and he held his hand open for you to hold. Beck’s other hand settled on your shoulder, moving to rest at your neck. You felt a warm shudder down your spine, holding onto each little movement he made, each breath he took, every glance over your face.

Your own hand rested at his chest, fingertips slipping just under the neckline of his t-shirt. The cologne smell was a bit stronger now, floating over the simple scent of boy as you scooted closer to him. Beck moved his thumb over your lips gently, making sure that you didn’t want to move away. His brown eyes were warm, reminiscent of melting chocolate. Soft. “Is it okay if I kiss you,” he exhaled, almost whispering against your lips. His eyes were already dipping closed, biting at his bottom lip slightly.

You nodded, leaning into him first, settling into his warm hold. Beck welcomed your proximity, kissing back so sweetly, squeezing your hand just a little. Lips soft, slow against your own. His hand moved to your hair, weaving his fingers into your locks. He had wanted to kiss you for a while, and the way that he kissed you slow and carefully truly showed it.

Beck’s hair brushed against your cheeks as he leaned into you, tongue lightly grazing over your bottom lip. You melted into his hand on your neck, his fingertips warm on your skin. He kissed you so carefully, lightly biting your lip with a content sigh. You could tell that he was excited by the way his hand squeezed yours reassuringly. His hair tickled your cheeks while you moved together, your hand coming up to touch his jaw. You felt him smile against your lips.

Out of breath, the both of you pulled away in the same moment. Beck tenderly cupped your cheek, and you let out a sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. All you wanted was to settle in his arms with this warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach. All you wanted was for Beck to look at you as he was, happy and shy and still a little nervous.

He was feeling the same. 

Beck moved his hair out of his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed at how much he was smiling. He wanted to play it cool, or at least look like he was playing it cool. He really wanted to kiss you more, to lean into your soft hands. Beck really wanted to practice your scene again and again if it meant that you’d get to kiss afterwards again and again.

“I’m glad we got to work together,” you murmured warmly. Beck’s soft, pensive gaze helped you realize that you really were there with him. He was really holding your hand, gazing at you and wishing you could kiss again.

He nodded, a smile still playing at his lips. “Me, too.”

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[royalsunshinehotel]

hi babeee 🥰🥰🥰 can i request soldier boy! joshua coming home from the war and finding out his girl is about to get married so he runs to the wedding and he OBJECTS because DRAMA (and u kno if i wanna make it steamy at the end i won’t object 😗 👉🏽👈🏽)

Priceless (Joshua Madika x Reader, 18+)

A/N: Bestie Idk if I did it justice but there's a lot of fluff happening.

Lionel saw him first. Your childhood friend Lionel. The one who only evaded the war due to his being an amputee, but this only meant he would be present to help you while you waited on Joshua to come home.

And then Joshua goes missing.

Lionel held off Immigration as long as he could while your mourned your missing 'presumed dead' lover. The war reaches a second year, and your visa expires, and he's still gone. Your life is here, your business is here, and your friend won't let you hit the bricks so easy.

So Lionel organizes a wedding. And of course, the guests were filing in, and Lionel was trying to calm himself down in a side room, sticking his head out the window.

And there was Joshua. His dear friend Joshua, missing presumed dead. Josh's usual bright smile had twisted into a scowl as he seethed in the bushes by the large ornate church. Lionel opens his mouth to say something, especially about how long Joshua's hair looked, how Joshua was acting as if he'd gone through a paper shredder, but no words came out. Not even a, "Back from the dead huh?"

In a blink, his friend has burrowed into the hedges, out of sight, and Lionel smiles.

The day had been a little tense for him, and you. It's bright, sunny, warm, but the day's haunted by an impending storm rolling in later that evening. Isn't it ironic?

Now Lionel loves you, he knows he does. The two of you would have a good life together, but he was there the moment you met Joshua, and he held your hand when he went missing some months before. He thought maybe you could learn to be happy with him, same as he was with you. But Joshua's alive.

And you and Josh aren't done. Not even close.

The ceremony starts, and all his snobbish extended family, who insisted on making this an ordeal, begin to tear up as You walk down the aisle. Your wedding dress is wearing you. On paper you're a vision of loveliness, but your eyes are hollow. Lionel won't stand for it.

"Should anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Your throat's dry, but you're going to say no. Your going to tell them it was a mistake, and you're going to tell them that you'll just go home. It's fine, you can rebuild wherever.

But Lionel beats you to it.

"Wait." He tells the priest, and all of his stiff grandmama's gasp as if this wasn't the best outcome. Lionel had prayed for your pain to stop, and here he was, sulking in the plants outside.

Fucking Josh, trying to do the best thing for everyone but himself.

The doors to the church are open, and your fiancée all but runs down the aisle, shutting one of the doors for privacy.

"Get your ass up!" You hear Lionel snap, but you can't hear who he's talking to.

You take a step off the stair, back down the aisle, to try and get a better look as to why you were being delayed. It's nothing more than a haze of "I swear to god get out of those bushes." "Motherfuck-" "Green C-" "fucker!" "-You?" followed by a series of slapping and scuffling noises. The kind of punches you throw when you don't want to hurt the other party involved.

Against every instinct you had been living with for the past half-year, a tiny flame of hope sparks in your chest, as you get closer and closer to the doors. A familiar sight of two friends bickering

"Josh?" You ask, voice already wet with tears. The man attempts to square his shoulders, and push his shaggy hair from his face.

"Sorry I'm late."

Joy is usually a fickle thing. Better writers have said so, and I just copy them. But as you and Joshua reunited, Lionel felt it, pure and solid joy. Something you could hold in your hands.

You see fit to pounce on your soldier, and he's more than ready to catch you.

Lionel makes a slow, deliberate movement, taking a leaf out of your love's hair, before turning on his heel and taking over the ceremony.

"Father Selvey, Please skip to the end. We all know they've taken vows." Lionel orders, making a 'speed up' motion with his hand.

The Father asks if you do, and you say yes. He asks Joshua, and he agrees. Lionel passes you some keys, and the two of you are out the front door in a flash. You're crying, but your laughing, and Joshua is holding your hand a little tighter than he usually would. Your here, he's here. He's with you. He's home.

He gets the door for you and shoves your poufy dress into the drivers seat and shuts the door behind you. Joshua buckles you in before joining you.

All Lionel can do is smile as the two of you speed away in the white VW bus he knew you'd always liked.

Inside the car, the ride is silent. A comfortable silence, that feels more like a blanket than anything else. Joshua's looking at you like you were the moon. And in a way, you were.

He'd talked to the moon every night when he was away, and pretended it was you. But you didn't need to know that yet.

"Hey love, pull over." Joshua's eyes wander to your hands as you switch gears and take an exit to a sideroad, just as rain begins to fall. This country had curved roads, lush forests, and so many beautiful places to hide.

You do as he says, and don't wait to unbuckle yourself and straddle his hips. He's your husband. You can do that now.

"I missed you." You practically whisper, just for Joshua to give you the big toothy smile you missed so much.

"We're married!" He rumbles, putting his thumb on your chin, taking in your lovely face.

"I get to kiss you whenever I want." You declare, and Joshua presses his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

"How about right now?" He asks, softer.

And you do.

You don't know how long you and your husband stay in that car, but your never letting him out of your sight again.

Anywhere you go, you go together, anything that needs healing, will be a team effort. You wrap yourself around him like a shield, and after the worst year of his life, he's finally home.

#joshua madika #joshua x reader #dev patel #dev patel imagine #modern love amazon prime #dev patel smut #Lionel is avan jogia don't ask me why

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Babe (Beck Oliver X Reader)

WC: 1215

Warnings: Kissing, it is hella fluffy like damn

Summary: Beck and Y/N go to the ‘prome’ together, but not without a few bumps in the road.

A/N: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO ‘Next Saturday’. This is super fluffy and sweet so I hope you guys enjoy!

“Robbie, for the last time I haven’t seen your bowtie!” Y/N shouted, adjusting the skirt of her dress. 

“But it’s the final touch for my outfit! I need it!” Robbie called, and Y/N sighed, shaking her head at her brother’s antics. 

“Never mind, I found it!” Robbie shouted, and Y/N let out a laugh. She looked in the mirror, checking that her outfit was ready and complete. 

She heard the doorbell ring and straightened up, a smile on her face. “It’s Beck, I’ll get it!” Y/N called, rushing to the front door. 

She took in a deep breath, fiddling with her bracelet before opening the door. Beck was holding a bouquet of roses, and he looked stunning in his sharp blue suit. 

“You look incredible.” Y/N said, and Beck smiled at her bashfully. 

“I could say the same for you. Red is definitely your colour. Also, these are for you.” Beck said, passing Y/N the flowers. She accepted them gratefully, smelling them before putting them in a vase. 

“So, you ready to go?” Beck asked, and Y/N nodded. Beck smiled before linking his arm with Y/N’s.  

“Bye Robbie!” Y/N called, not bothering to wait for a response from her brother. Y/N shut the door behind her and pecked Beck’s cheek. 

“Thank you for this. You’re really sweet, Beck.” Y/N said, and Beck smiled, opening the car door for her. 

“So, what kind of music do you listen to? I’ve got a whole bunch of…” Beck said, but he was cut off by Y/N gasping enthusiastically. 

He looked over to the passenger seat and saw a CD clasped in her hands. “You like Michael Jackson? I swear you are my dream boy. Put it on… please?” Y/N said, shoving the CD into Beck’s hands. Beck smiled brightly at her enthusiasm and turned the car on before putting the CD in the player.

Beck started driving and the opening of ‘Wanna Be Startin’ Something’ began laying through the car. Y/N sang along loudly and sometimes very off key, and Beck just chuckled at the energy she had. She looked the best he’d ever seen her, but it wasn’t because of the dress and makeup. It was because she was having fun and at peace, and Beck felt his heart flip. 

They listened to the first few songs, but by the time Beat, It began playing they had reached the school. “Oh, that’s my favourite!” Y/N said, huffing and pouting slightly. 

“We can listen to it on the way back, babe,” Beck said, and Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. 

“Babe?” Y/N squeaked, and Beck stammered, his cheeks a bright pink.  

“Oh, well, I mean,” Beck said, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N smiled and took his hand in hers. 

“No, I like it. I was just a bit shocked, but I will not protest to you calling me babe.” Y/N said, and Beck pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Well, babe, let’s rock this prome,” Beck said, and Y/N laughed as they got out of Beck’s car. 

“Hey! You guys showed up!” Tori said, hugging us both briefly.  

“Hey Y/N, do you want a drink?” Beck asked, resting his hand on the small of my back. Y/N nodded, and he kissed her cheek. 

“I’ll be right back babe,” Beck said, and Y/N waved him off as he left. Tori smirked as Beck walked off and then turned back to Y/N. 

“Babe? That’s big, Shapiro.” Tori said, swirling her drink as Y/N blushed. 

“He called me babe in the car. I kinda freaked out a bit because I’m not used to being called babe but it’s just so cute when he calls me that, so I’m cool with it.” Y/N said, and Tori nodded, an impressed look on her face. 

“Well as long as you’re comfortable and happy. Also, Beck looked happier than I’ve ever seen him when you guys arrived. You two make a wonderful couple.” Tori said, and Y/N smiled widely before hugging her. 

“Thanks, Tori. You’re such a good friend.” Y/N said, pulling away when she heard a cough behind her.

“I hate to interrupt but your drink, my lady,” Beck said, passing Y/N a red plastic cup full of punch. 

“Thanks, Beck. You’re a godsend.” Y/N said, taking a sip of the drink. Beck smiled at her and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. 

“I think Andre just called me. Have fun you two!” Tori said, waving as she walked off. 

“So, Y/N, would you like to dance with me? After you’ve finished your punch, that is.” Beck said, and Y/N nodded eagerly, sculling her punch quickly. 

“I am both shocked and impressed. You fascinate me.” Beck said, muttering the last part almost to himself. Y/N went pink and buried her head in the crook of Beck’s neck. 

“Just shut up and dance with me, Oliver.” Y/N said, and Beck chuckled, taking her hand and leading her towards the dance floor. 

“As you wish, Shapiro,” Beck replied, circling his arms around Y/N’s waist. Y/N settled her arms around Beck’s neck and they started swaying to the music. 

“When you said, ‘as you wish’ were you, by any chance, quoting The Princess Bride?” Y/N said, and Beck shrugged his shoulders, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Clever of you to pick up on that. I personally think it’s the best movie ever made, but I mean that’s just…” Beck was cut off by Y/N pressing her lips against his. 

The kiss took Beck by surprise, but he quickly leaned into it. He pulled Y/N as close as he could, feeling at home in her embrace. 

Y/N toyed with Beck’s hair, taking note of just how well their lips fit together. She pulled away reluctantly and immediately realised how rude she’d been to cut Beck off like that. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s just you were talking about how much you loved The Princess Bride and it’s my favourite movie. I just got so overwhelmed that I kissed you. Yeah.” Y/N stammered, her cheeks pink. Beck chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. 

“No need to apologise, babe,” Beck said, resting his forehead against Y/N’s. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a half smile on her face.

“I, uh, I don’t know if this is a big deal or whatever, but I’ve kinda had a crush on you since freshman year.” Y/N said, and Beck smiled widely at her. 

“I did find that out from Andre who found out from Tori. However, if it’s any consolation, I’ve had a crush on you since sophomore year.” Beck said, trucking a wisp of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. 

“I win.” She muttered, causing Beck to furrow his eyebrows. 

“Wait, what did you just say?” Beck asked, and Y/N bit her lip. 

“I said I win. Not that it’s a contest or anything, but if it was, I would’ve won because, you know, I’ve liked you for longer.” Beck laughed at Y/N’s statement, shaking his head slightly as he moved closer to her. 

“Y/N, you are a wonderful girl and I appreciate how weird you are, but please just shut up and kiss me,” Beck whispered, and Y/N froze for a second before a smile settled on her face. 

“It would be my pleasure, Beck.”

#victorious #victorious imagine #victorious x reader #beck oliver #beck oliver imagine #beck oliver x reader #avan jogia

[derangedangel]

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#5

Naturally, there were a bunch of changes in Always and Forever. But one thing I loved about Lara Jean and Peter's relationship in the books was that they didn't have sex. Seems kind of weird but I thought about all my favorite shows that took place in high school like Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries, and everyone was having sex. It felt like the norm. And there's nothing wrong with that. But looking back that made it seem like that's what you're supposed to be doing in high school. I wasn't. I had no plans too. So I enjoyed seeing a couple in love that wasn't having sex in the books. Peter didn't pressure LJ and she only really worried about it like twice. They were content without it. And that was big since Peter was already in a relationship with Gen and they were doing that. Peter never pushed Lara Jean. So yeah, I was disappointed when she took him to her room in the movie. I just don't feel like it was necessary to the storyline. There was already the big moment of them about to and Peter stopping it. That felt like enough.

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#4

My sexuality is Avan Jogia.

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#3

Kiss Interrupted - Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Almost kiss, but interrupted for @idkhaylijah’s 3k followers challenge

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 3,663

Author’s Note: Watch Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist which inspired this fic... okay it’s literally the base of this fic. Also, I didn’t realize until half way through it should be under 2k... sorry lol. Also the dress description I tried to give is the dress from Anastasia when she goes to the ballet. I haven’t posted in almost a year so be gentle please. 

It was a quiet afternoon in the Mikaelson home and you were enjoying a lunch with Rebekah. These moments where rare and few. You told your friend you didn’t feel like going out so she had lunch brought to the two of you. The dining table was set up beautifully so you still felt like you were dinging at one of New Orleans’s finest restaurants. Elijah was off to the side, enjoying a new novel. 

“Dear sister, why didn’t I receive an invitation to your lunch,” Klaus asked making his presence known as he entered from his study. 

Rebecca sighed placing her raspberry lemonade down before she acknowledged her annoying brother. “Nik, if you want to go on a lunch date with Y/N, just ask her yourself,” she quipped then smirked at Klaus. 

Your eyes grew as you paused mid-fork lift at Rebekah’s statement. 

Klaus replied quickly, no one noticing you get flustered at the thought of Klaus and you on a date. “I just wanted to bond with my little sister.”

“Oh, rubbish,” Rebekah said.

After you regained your composure you spoke up. “Would you care to join us, Klaus? There’s plenty of food.”

Rebekah spoke up before Klaus could respond. “Don’t offer him anything, Y/N. He’s just trying to bother us.”

Ignoring his sister Klaus smiled at you and said, “Thank you, love, but I’ll pass.”

“See, you don’t have to be nice to him,” Rebekah said, taking another sip of her drink.

“I like your family, Beks,” you replied, smiling at your friend. “In fact, I was thinking about having a dinner for my birthday next week if you would all like to come,” you asked looking at each of the Mikaelsons in the room.

Rebekah looked at you in shock. “Your birthday is next week?! How did I not know this?”

“Well, we’ve only know each other for a little over a year and last year when it was my birthday you Mikaelsons were having one of your... wars in the quarter,” you answered Rebekah but eyed Klaus at the last part of your sentence. 

Klaus raised his hands up in defense. “Don’t blame me. Blame the witches.”

“No friend of mine’s is just going to have a bloody dinner for her birthday,” Rebekah protested.

“Rebekah, I’ve had 49 other birthdays before this one. It’s no big deal,” you said nonchalantly before you took another bite of your meal.

“You’re turning 50,” Rebekah practically screeched. 

“Yeah. I’m a vampire, birthdays really don’t mean much anymore. I’m fine with a quiet dinner. I don’t need a lot of fuss over it.”

“Oh poppycock, Y/N. Fifty is a huge deal, regardless of the fact that you’re a vampire now. I’m throwing you a party. End of discussion,” Rebekah said then wiped the side of her mouth with her napkin and preceded to get up.

“You really don’t ha-,” you began to say but Rebekah interrupted you.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. The party is already in motion. And you deserve it.”

Elijah finally spoke up from his quiet corner, flipping the page in his book as he spoke. “There’s no use in fighting it, Y/N. Once my sister has plans for an event in her head, there’s no stopping her.”

You sighed, “Fine, do what you must Rebekah.”

“Fantastic,” Rebekah said clasping her hands together in joy. “And you won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll start planning right now.”

                                                        ~.~

A few days later, you were once again at the Mikaelson home. It started to feel like you were there more than you were at your own place. But as a vampire, you had nothing but time and wanted to spend it with people you cared about. 

You sat at the kitchen counter while Klaus poured you some blood.

“How’s the party planning going,” Klaus asked making eye contact with you as he finished pouring. 

“I wouldn’t know. The only thing Bekah asked me about was a guest list and colors. She told me to come over this morning and that’s all I know.”

“I suppose she’s staying to true to the part about you not having to worry then,” Klaus said. He poured himself a glass of blood as well, but was standing on the other side of the counter. You were happy with the distance. For the past few months, something was brewing between you and the hybrid. You tried to ignore it. It was wrong. Klaus was Rebekah’s brother. He had a daughter to worry about and a city to rule. Not to mention, you knew he was trouble. It was best just to be strictly platonic with Klaus.

“I wish that were the case. From what I’ve seen, she’s going all out. A huge ball, which is completely unnecessary. And, no offense, but I’ve heard whenever you Mikaelsons throw a ball, something bad goes down.”

Klaus took a sip from his glass and titled his head. “In our defense, when we through a ball, it’s usually a ploy to find out what the wolves, witches, or other vampires are up too, or stake our claim in a new town.”

“So your record of successful, nondeath having balls would be?”

Klaus paused and thought for a moment. “None.”

“See,” you shouted pointing out the potential problem with your birthday party. 

A small smile graced Klaus’s face as he shook his head. “I’m sure your birthday will be the exception to that record.”

“How do you know,” you asked worried. Klaus began to move closer to your side of the counter. 

“No one would dare ruin a ball in your honor,” Klaus answered in a slightly serious tone.

“Okay, but how do you know that? Things have been pretty good for your family lately. And what would be a better time to strike than at a ball?”

“I wouldn’t allow anything to ruin your night. I’ll make sure the entirety of New Orleans knows not to try anything on Saturday night. They can burn down the city on Sunday for all I care, but I’ll rip their throats out if they try anything on Saturday,” Klaus replied. Somehow in your worriedness over your party, Klaus ended up right in front of you. 

You chuckled at Klaus’s statement. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence. Klaus could hear your heart pounding in your chest and you knew it from the way he smirked. He glanced down at your lips and you swallowed out of nervousness. He began to lean in slowly and you knew what was coming. You wanted this to happen. You had imagined how Klaus’s lips would feel against your own and it was finally about to happen. Forget your hesitance about why you should just be friends. You wanted him.

Your eyelids fluttered closed but then the two of you jumped apart at the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Hope shouted excitedly. 

“Hope,” you replied just as excitedly trying to ignore the pit in your stomach from almost kissing Klaus.

“Aunt Beks told me all about your party and I was wondering...,” she started then lingered hoping you would get the hit before she even had to ask.

You nodded smiling at the teenager. “Yes, Hope, you can invited whatever boy you have in mind.”

“Thank you,” she said eagerly as she hugged you.

“Boy?” Klaus perked up from where he now stood behind the counter again. “What boy?”

Hope looked to her father, but you spoke up before things had to get awkward between the lovestruck teenager and her overprotective father. “Oh Klaus, let the girl bring a date. It’s my party and I’m allowing it.”

“Well she’s my daughter,” Klaus replied.

“And it’s my party,” you said, eyes gleaming at Klaus. You had a sort of confidence at the fact that Klaus was going to kiss you. A boost in your ego if you will. “You wouldn’t deny the birthday girl what she wants on her birthday, would you?”

Klaus leaned over the counter smirking at you. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You smiled back knowingly at him. 

You were a little lost in Klaus’s eyes so you didn’t initially notice when Rebekah entered the room.

“Alright, we’re already getting a late start. We’ve got to get moving, Y/N,” Rebekah said.

You turned away from Klaus to face your friend. “A late start on what, Bekah?”

“Dress shopping,” Rebekah said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. We have to find you a gown and have a seamstress tailor it to you. You have to look absolutely flawless on Saturday. I want it to look like you were born in that dress.”

You sighed closing your eyes to prepare yourself for the long day you knew you were about to have. Granted, you loved an extravagant gown and didn’t usually have a reason to wear one. But you knew Rebekah in party planning mode wasn’t going to be easy to deal with. “Fine, let me grab my bag and we can go.”

“Can I come too,” Hope asked looking between you and her aunt.

“Of course,” you smiled, happy to bring a buffer between you and Rebekah. 

                                                        ~.~

You were currently in your fourth dress. “Rebekah this is Hopeless.”

“I’m literally right here,” Hope said being cheeky.

You scowled at her joke and turned in the mirror. “I’m not loving any of these dresses. And this is our second store!”

“Be patient, darling,” Rebekah said as she went though another rack of dresses. “The prefect dress is here somewhere. Well, at least the perfect last minute dress.”

“Oh and speaking of last minute,” you said, stepping off the podium that was in front of the mirror, “I don’t have a date. How am I supposed to go to my own birthday ball dateless?”

“With the party I’m planning and the guest who will be trying to schmooze with you, you won’t even have time to entertain a date. And I’ll be busy on hostess duty so when I’m not with Marcel, you can dance with him.”

“Oh joy,” you said sarcastically turning on your heel. 

“And I’m sure one of my brothers will be loitering around somewhere. You can dance with one of them,” Rebekah said nonchalantly. Good thing she was busy looking at dresses or she would have seen your checks grow hot at the thought of dancing with Klaus. 

You walked over to another rack of dresses hoping to find the perfect one for your party. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it. The perfect, show stopping, all eyes on you dress you had been searching for.

“Beks... I found it.”

Rebekah approached you and saw the dress you were holding so delicately in your hands. “You haven’t even tried it on yet.”

“I don’t need too. I already know.” You held the dress up to your body feeling the velvet material against your skin. “You think this is how brides feel when they find their wedding dress?”

Rebekah sighed, “I wouldn’t know.”

                                                            ~.~

After what felt like the longest week of your life, it was finally the night of your party. Rebekah made sure everything was taken care of, including having someone to do your hair and makeup. She even pulled out some old diamonds to go with your outfit. She mentioned something about a duchess owning them once, but your were to busy being blinded by the extravagant necklace to care. 

“Alright, the guest are starting to arrive,” Rebekah announced as she came into her room witch was your designated dressing room for the night. 

“Great! I’m ready,” you said standing up from your spot in front of the vanity. 

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere yet.”

“Why not,” you asked highly confused.

“You have to make an entrance! And you can’t do that with only ten people here,” Rebekah answered like you were out of your mind for even considering going down stairs.

You sat back down sighing. “So how long do I have to wait?”

“About thirty minutes.”

“What? But I’m ready now and-,” you began to say but Rebekah cut you off.

“No buts. You’ll thank me for it later when you see all those adoring people fawning over how incredible you look.”

“Fine,” you said crossing your arms over your chest. “Whatever.”

Thirty minutes later exactly, Rebekah returned and told you it was time. You left her room then waited for her to properly announce you before you made your way to the top of the stairs. She was right. It felt good to have everyone awing at how amazing you looked. You began to descend the stairs careful not to fall. Once you made it a few steps down, you saw Elijah ascend the stairs. Once he reached you, he held out his hand to escort you the rest of the way.

You smiled to the partygoers but spoke to the noble Mikaelson. “Thank you, Elijah. I was nervous I would tumble down these stairs then have to abruptly end the party out of embarrassment.”

Elijah kept his eyes forward as he lead you down the final steps. “You are more than welcome, Y/N. We couldn’t have the birthday girl enter her own party without a proper escort.”

You turned and smiled at him once you reached the bottom of the stairs. “We couldn’t,” you said then reached up to peck Elijah on the cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you saw Klaus scowl at his older brother. 

The party was going smoothly. Rebekah did an incredible job and was a great hostess. Every passing minute, you worries about a potential Mikaleson threat ruining the night faded away. You danced with Marcel twice, and Elijah excused himself from Hayley to dance with you. Hope was having a wonderful time with her date, and as far as you could tell, Klaus hadn’t threatened the young man at all. Speaking of Klaus, you hadn’t seen much of him the whole night. 

The live band Rebekah hired switch to a new slow song and you quickly recognized the instrumental ballad they were playing. 

“I love this song,” you said softly to yourself. 

“Pardon me,” you heard a low accented voice say from behind you and you turned.  

“Would the birthday girl care to join me for a dance,” Klaus asked, his hand outstretched to you.

You tried to control you smile, but it grew wide and bright. “I’d love to,” you answered, then placed your hand in Klaus’s.

Klaus walked you to the dancefloor then slowly wrapped his hand around the small of your back and raised your join hands together.

“It’s about time you spoke to me tonight,” you said, being the first to break the silence. “I was beginning to think an enemy crashed my party and you were handling it.”

“I spent the past week threatening every supernatural creature within a 500 mile radius so that very thing would not happen,” Klaus said. 

Klaus was light on his feet. Elijah danced very formally. His steps were calculated. Marcel’s steps were more on the modern side. He danced to more upbeat songs with you. Saving the slow ones for Rebekah, so he could hold her close. Klaus was... smooth. You could tell he had the same classical dance style as his older brother, but he wasn’t as focused on making the next perfect step. He was graceful, but carefree. 

“Please forgive me for not finding you earlier to tell you how ravishing you look,” Klaus said making you blush and look away from his piercing eyes. Although it felt like Klaus was ghost for most of the night, his eyes didn’t leave you wherever you went in the room. From the moment you entered the party, his eyes were glued to you. He was jealous he didn’t get to help you down the stairs. Your navy dress fit you like a glove. The sparkles on the cape-like feature always hit the light just right so you couldn’t be missed. He wished you weren’t wearing gloves so he could feel the velvet soft skin of your hand against his.

“Thank you. It was all Rebekah honestly,” you said then looked back up into Klaus’s eyes, “she put all this together. I just picked out the dress.” 

“No,” Klaus said softly shaking his head at you. You tilted your head in question at his response. “Do not give my sister the credit. Yes, she may have helped with your hair and the makeup, but even without that, you would still be breathtaking.”

After that compliment you were sure you would have a permeant smile on your face for the rest of the night. You didn’t know how to respond to Klaus’s sweet words. Your hand that was placed on his shoulder gently went to the nape of his neck. You moved in closer to him so your chests were now pressed against each other. Klaus’s grip around your waist tightened. There was a warmth in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. He began to lean down and your eyes fluttered shut.

“May I have everyone’s attention,” Rebekah’s voice boomed around the room without the need for a mic in her hands.

The bleak feeling of disappointment overtook you and Klaus as you pulled apart. Your hand glided down his arm, wanting to remain touching him in some way. 

“If the birthday girl would please come to the front so...”

                                                         ~.~

The party was basically over now. Just a few stragglers left. Everything went off without a hitch. You couldn’t have asked for a better night. Well, there was one thing you could ask for.

“Klaus?”

Klaus was alone on the balcony. Typical dramatic Mikaelson. 

He turned when you called his name. Your silhouette was perfect against the night sky. “Shouldn’t you be inside entertaining guest,” Klaus asked.

“I’m all party-ied out now,” you said then chuckled. A short breeze came by making you shiver as you reached Klaus near the railing.

“Here,” Klaus said, taking off his suit jacket and placing it over your shoulders. His hands lingered on you arms. “You should be inside.”

You tried to ignore the thud of you heart against your rib cage so you could speak. “You should be inside, too,” you pointed out, seeing as he was outside before you.

“Thousand year old hybrid here, love,” Klaus said smiling down at you. His hands left your arms and were now in his pant’s pockets.

“Fifty year old vampire here, Nik,” you stated being a smartass. 

Klaus shook his head as he laughed. “I think I may have you beat by a few hundred years.”

“Yeah, well, I should be fine out here as long as you’re here,” you said turning to the balcony, no longer looking at him.

There it was again. That warmth he felt when he was around you. It was like sunshine after a long and dark snowstorm. He felt light, at ease with you.

“You will be,” Klaus said. You turned your head to look at him and he was smirking at you. 

You felt nervous and giddy at the same time. Like a high schooler texting a new crush.  “What,” you asked smiling at him.

“You...,” Klaus said, his eyes trailed over your body. “You’re remarkable. I’ve done a countless amount of horrible things, but somehow, I’ve gotten the chance to know you... and you’re incredible.”

Your nerves were getting the best of you. Once again, you tried your best to control you smile, but you face was getting hot. “Klaus...,” you mutter, his name coming off your lips like a secret you wanted to keep for yourself. You nudged him lightly with your hand in a playful matter, but he grabbed it. His eyes serious on you.

He pulled you in closer. Your eyes searching his face for an answer to the thousands of questions that were going through your head. Suddenly, he let go of your hand and walked away. You were shocked to say the least. Blinking back utter confusion. 

Klaus walked up to the balcony doors and shut them. He turned around and faced you, a devilish grin on his face. “So we don’t get interrupted this time.”

Your shoulders relaxed as you smiled. Your sudden confusion melting away and turning to joy. “Good thinking.” 

Klaus took wide steps towards you, meeting you most of the way as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his shoulders once he reached you. His hands gripped your waist. His lips finally collided with yours. No interruptions. No worrying about what other people would think, or reasons why this could be a bad idea. Just you and him.

It was a good thing that the two of you were already dead, because the kiss was heart stopping. You removed your gloves earlier in the night, so your delicate hands were roaming through his hair as the kiss grew more intense. 

A flame ignited in Klaus’s chest from your touch. Your kiss was intoxicating and he knew he would never get enough. Why did he wait so long to do this again?

Klaus pulled back just as breathless as you. His hands rested respectfully on your lower back, while one of your hands was on his chest and the other in his hair. 

“Happy birthday, Y/N, ” Klaus said softly. 

In you post kiss daze you replied, “huh?”

“It’s after midnight,” Klaus explained. “You’re party was on Saturday, but now it’s Sunday. So it’s officially your birthday.”

A warm feeling grew in your tummy. This man already knew you so well. “Thank you,” you said gleaming up at him. You were already in deep with Klaus. There was no turning back now.

“You’re welcome, love,” Klaus replied. His hand now cupping your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. 

“Best. Birthday. Ever.”

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Billie Eilish saying Megan should have won and just gushing over Megan the whole time really said Adele and Beyonce at the Grammys circa 2017

1616 notes • Posted 2021-03-15 04:28:03 GMT

#1

I understand why Sabrina felt she needed to say something. And making a song about a current love triangle is great business. BUT, Olivia just wrote a song about a guy she loved moving on, and the girl he was with made her insecure. No shade. No hate. And then Sabrina said he’s on my skin while you’re trying to get under mines... ma’am, she wasn’t trying to get under your skin and it feels like you’re rubbing it in that he’s with you. 

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[companionjones]

Love is in the Air (Why Didn’t You Tell Me?)

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the episode of Victorious “Beggin’ on Your Knees,” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Y/n=Your name

W/n=Wrong name

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    Love was in the air at Hollywood Arts, and you absolutely hated it. You sat on the stairs in the main hallway and watched all the main couples of the school go about their day.

    Trina came into view. She was running after Jade. “Babe! I said I was sorry!”

    Jade’s jaw tightened as she turned back around to her girlfriend. “You walked in on my auditions!”

    “I’m sorry! You know how I get! I see an opportunity and I just gotta take it. Y’know?”

    Her words didn’t soothe Jade’s anger. “My audition isn’t your opportunity!”

    Trina paused for a moment. “Well, yeah. I know that now...Listen what if I buy you those new scissors you wanted?”

    That seemed to immediately resolve a lot of Jade’s resentment. “...The ones that are diamond encrusted?”

    “The very same,” Trina nodded. “Do you like me again?”

    Jade took a step up to Trina, took her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Maybe...”

    The two walked off together.

    “Whatcha doin’?” Beck was suddenly looming over you.

    You turned around to look at him. “Wallowing in my loneliness.” You turned back around and rested your head on your hands.

    “...That sounds like fun,” Beck responded, not knowing what else to say.

    “Robbie!!! Robbie!!!” Cat burst onto the scene by running down the stairs and screaming bloody murder for Robbie. She reached the middle of the main hallway and released her loudest scream yet. “ROBBIE SHAPIRO!!!”

    The boy came sprinting into view on Cat’s right. “What? What is it? Everyone’s telling me you’re looking for me, Cat. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

    “No,” Cat answered, much calmer than before.

    “Then what is it?” Robbie asked, still very concerned.

    Cat’s response was simple: “I missed you.” She then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Robbie’s torso.

    Robbie let his head rest on top of hers. Probably to equally revel in her cuteness and insanity. “I...I missed you too, sweetheart...But next time, maybe try calling me on the phone...” His voice trailed off as he and Cat walked away.

    “Hey, guys.” Tori approached you and Beck, hand-in-hand with André.

    You immediately rolled your eyes. “Here we go. Yet another couple to rub their happiness in my face.”

    “I’m sorry?” Tori wasn’t sure if she should’ve apologised for her happiness.

    “What’s with the sour attitude?” André wondered. When he and Tori came to a stop, he traded holding hands with her with putting an arm around her shoulder.

    “Nothing’s up. Right, Y/n?” Beck answered for you. Before you could respond to Beck, he asked the three of you, “You guys wanna get lunch?”

    Both Tori and André nodded. “Sure.”

    Beck grabbed your hand. “You’re coming too. C’mon.” He dragged you along with him.

    Outside, you were mainly focusing on your food, which was why you didn’t notice, at first, a guy walk up next to you. When you did notice him, you saw that he wasn’t just a guy, he was Ryder Daniels, a senior. A really hot senior at that. He was talking to you.

    “Hey. It’s W/n, right?”

    “Y/n.” Beck corrected without looking up from his meal.

    Ryder cleared his throat. “Y/n, right. How are you doing?”

    “I-I’m doing okay...How are you?”

    Ryder smiled at you. “I’m good. So, Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

    You felt your eyes widen. “With me?”

    Vaguely, you heard Beck go, “With her?”

    Ryder gave a weird look to Beck. “Yeah...” He turned back to you. “What do you think?”

    “Uh, s-sure.” You had to physically push the word out.

    “Great.” Ryder grinned and walked away.

    “Great!” you called after him, then turned back to your friends. “What just happened?”

    Tori was the first to answer. “What do you think just happened? You got a date!”

    Your heart was beating out of your chest. “Really? Are you sure?”

    “Yes!” André congratulated you. “Be happy, Y/n!”

    You were pretty sure that was what you were feeling. Your heart wouldn’t slow down to tell you anything else.

    That night, you had just finished a pretty fun night with Ryder. You couldn’t believe it, but you were pretty sure you had just fallen into your first relationship.

    There was a knock at your door.

    You walked toward it, confused. “Ryder? Did you forget something?” You opened your door to find not Ryder. “Beck?”

    “I don’t like this.” He came marching into your home.

    Your confusion only grew. “Don’t like what?”

    He jumped onto another subject. “How was your date?”

    “It went fine. We’re doing the Full Moon Jam together. Is this what you’re upset about?” you wondered.

    Beck’s jaw clenched. “Maybe.”

    “Why?” You were flabbergast.

    He thought for a second. “I don’t-I don’t know, but I just don’t like the idea of you with someone else--”

    “Are you kidding me?!” you shrieked. “All this time, I’ve been alone, Beck. So I swear to god, if you tell me you like me now--”

    “I don’t like you!” he shouted back. “I just don’t want to see you with him! I don’t want to see you with anyone unless it’s m--” Beck immediately stopped talking as realisation dawned on his face.

    “...Get out,” was all you had to say.

    Beck hung his head as he followed your order.

    And just like that, you were left alone.

    The next day, you were excited to see Ryder again. You were excited to see anyone that could distract you from Beck. You decided to meet Ryder at his locker.

    You were about to round the corner when you heard Ryder talking to one of his friends.

    “Hey, Ryder. Congratulations! I heard you’re dating that one girl--What is it--W/n?”

    “Yeah. Only until she gets me an A on this Full Moon Jam assignment. Then you can have her.”

    That was all it took to have you booking it in the other direction.

    You weren’t sure how many hours you spent in the janitor’s closet, but you were pretty sure you’d heard the bell ring three times. You weren’t willing to do the math.

    Suddenly, the door to the closet burst open. “There you are!” Beck called out, relieved. “Jesus, I’ve got everyone looking for you, y’know...Y/n?”

    “He’s using me,” you tearfully informed, “He’s using me to get a good grade on the Full Moon Jam assignment, then he’s gonna dump me.”

    Beck didn’t know what to say, “Oh, Y/n.”

    “Why didn’t you say anything?” You sprung to your feet.

    He thought you were talking about Ryder. “I didn’t know--”

    “Not about him. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me before all this mess?”

    Beck was ashamed. “I didn’t know about that either until Ryder asked you out.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me--?” Your sobs cut you off. You started crumpling into yourself until Beck enveloped you in a hug.

    For some reason, life didn’t seem so bad anymore. You hugged him back. The tears kept falling.

    “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” Beck whispered, “Whether I have you or not. No one will ever treat you like this again--”

    You kissed him.

    It was an intense kiss. Beck roughly backed you against some drawers, and you forcefully ran your fingers through Beck’s hair.

    Eventually, you two had to part for air, and you just smiled.

    “What’s the smile about?” Beck asked. His expression matched yours.

    “Oh, a few things,” you answered teasingly. You kissed him again. “I think I know how to get revenge on Ryder, and I’m gonna need your help.

    “Anything,” Beck promised you.

    “Good,” you grinned, and kissed him again.

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[companionjones]

The Love Expert

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: You’re the Love Expert of Hollywood Arts. You’re responsible for putting all the great couples together, including Beck and Jade. What will you do when they break up?

Warnings: None that I can think of

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    When Beck and Jade broke up, it affected you in a few different ways. In one, it felt like your parents had gotten a divorce all over again. Beck and Jade were the couple of Hollywood Arts. It broke your heart to see them go their separate ways.

    In another way, Beck and Jade breaking kind of hurt your reputation. You see, you were the one who got them together in the first place. You were known as sort of a love expert at Hollywood Arts. Getting Beck and Jade together had been your greatest feat. They were so opposite on the outside that you were sure no one else could have done it. But Beck kept Jade grounded, and Jade kept Beck guessing, and suddenly you had one of the greatest couples you had ever seen.

    Now that they had broken up, honestly, you had been feeling kind of down on yourself. You decided to go for an easy love. A couple that just needed an extra push to become official.

    Robbie and Cat weren’t that hard to set up. Just a little meddling later, the two were holding hands as they went to lunch.

    But they were easy. You wanted something difficult. Something you could sink your teeth into, like the old days.

    Your eyes widened as Beck walked by the table you were sitting at, alone. “Hey, Beck.” You got up to follow him.

    It seemed he knew exactly why you were talking to him. “Hey, Y/n,” he greeted as he knowingly rolled his eyes.

    “So, you and Jade broke up?”

    “Mhm.”

    “Any particular reason why?”

    He thought for a moment. “We...had different interests.” He sat down at his normal lunch table.

    “Different interests?” You absentmindedly sat next to him. “Interests that I didn’t know about? I highly doubt it.”

    Beck shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/n.”

    “Interesting...” You bit your lip, thinking. “Do you have any interest in getting back off the market?”

    His eyebrows raised. He gave you a once-over, then smirked. “Maybe.”

    “Great. Come to my house at 7:30 sharp tonight,” you told him.

    “Hey, how come you never tried to pair me with anybody?” Tori asked.

    You hadn’t noticed she was sitting at the same table. Straightforwardly, you answered, “Because you never asked. And no one asked to be paired with you.”

    Tori pouted at your words. “Ouch.”

    “Don’t feel that bad about it,” you tried your best to comfort her, “It’s rare that I get someone asking to be paired with a specific someone else. And the person that I see you being with has never approached me, anyway.”

    “Oh yeah? And who’s that?” Tori wondered, almost jokingly.

    “André Harris.”

    Tori let the bits of salad she was holding in her mouth drop back onto her plate. “Me and-and André?”

    “Yes.”

    She blinked. “Well, that’s impossible, because André and I are just friends.” Suddenly, it was like she was trying to convince herself of that statement.

    “Yeah, okay.” You gathered your things. “You two have a fine lunch.”

    “Wait.” Tori stopped you. “How come you don’t see me and Beck as a couple?”

    Beck put down his fork and stared, surprised, at Tori.

    You shrugged. “Because with Beck, it’s either Jade, or no one.” And with that, you walked away.

    It was nearing 8 that night when there was a knock on your door.

    “Beck?! What are you doing? You’re late!” You were walking away from the door as quickly as you answered it.

    He followed you to your dining room table. “You invited me here. I don’t ever show up on time the first time I’m invited places. I don’t like the power dynamic it creates.”

    “So, does that mean you’ll be on time from now on?”

    Beck just shrugged, and grinned when you got exasperated.

    “Anyway,” you tried to move on, “Plans to get you back with Jade...” You started looking through the papers you had spread out on the table.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck gently grabbed your arm to get you to stop moving. “I don’t want to get back together with Jade.”

    “What?” You didn’t understand. “Then...why did you come here?”

    He answered softly, “Because I thought this was going to be a date with you.”

    You pulled your arm from his grasp, and just looked at him.

    Beck defended his stance. “You asked me today if I wanted to get ‘back off the market’?”

    It took you a second to respond. “...I also said that it’s either Jade or no one when it comes to you.”

    He looked a little sheepish at that. “...I guess I wanted this so much that I kinda...didn’t listen to that?”

    “You...wanted this?” It was like your brain couldn’t compute what was going on.

    Beck smiled. “Yeah. Do you want this too?”

    “It doesn’t matter what I want.” You answered so fast that you didn’t think about it.

    Beck’s gaze softened at that. “What do you--”

    “I would like you to leave now.” You wouldn’t look at him.

    “What? Why--?”

    “I said I would like you to leave.”

    “Okay! Okay.” Beck put his hands up in surrender, and started headed towards the door.

    You didn’t breathe again until the door shut behind him.

    The next day at school, Tori was pestering you about André.

    “No, but seriously. There are hundreds of boys to choose from. Why me and André?”

    You rolled your eyes, but you had a smirk on your lips. “Because look at you two. You guys are best friends. That’s a great foundation for any relationship.”

    “Yeah. But what if we’re just...friends...” Tori trailed off. She had a lot of thoughts running through her head.

    Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Beck walking toward you in the hallway. You turned away before he saw you. “So, I’ll let you go through all that. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go--”

    “Hey, Y/n!” Beck caught sight of you.

    You started booking it down the hallway.

    Unfortunately, Beck was faster than you. He didn’t grab you to make you stop. Beck just ran in front of you and blocked from running any farther. “Y/n, come on. I just want to talk.”

    Exhaling through your nose, you looked around at all the eyes on you. You then tugged Beck into the janitor’s closet. You shut the door. “It’s what you said,” you told Beck.

    He seemed immediately concerned. “Something I said yesterday? What did I say?”

    Embarrassed, you mumbled under your breath.

    “What?” Beck stepped closer to you.

    “You said you wanted to go out with me,” you informed, a little clearer, yet you were still self-conscious.

    A smirk flashed across his face. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

    Not knowing what else to do, you eyed the door for an escape.

    Beck gently put a hand on your arm. “No, no. Tell me why that’s a problem. If you don’t like me in the same way, that’s fine--”

    “No!” you responded a little too loudly. You felt your skin grow hot. “People...don’t...like me. They only like what I can do.”

    Beck began, “Well, I think what you can do is cool too. To this day, I still don’t know how you managed to get me and Jade together. But Y/n, I gotta be honest, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you too. You’re smart, smarter than anyone I know, and talented, and, well, not to mention, attractive.”

    You didn’t know how you were still standing upright. “Well, I-I never thought you in that way before, Beck. I remember when I was pairing you and Jade up I figured you were one of the best actors in this school. You don’t do it much, but you have a really beautiful singing voice. You care about your friends lie no one I’ve ever seen, and--”

    Beck kissed you.

    The kiss wasn’t much, just a simple meeting of the lips, but you suddenly felt like you were floating through the air.

    Beck slowly parted from you. “Was that your first kiss?”

    “Was it that obvious?” you wondered, worried.

    Beck chuckled and shook his head. “No.” He leaned in for another kiss.

    A little while later, you and Beck emerged from the janitor’s closet, hand-in-hand.

    Connected hands was something you had in common with Tori and André, whom you saw walking down the hallway. “Y/n! Look!” Tori waved you down and brought your your attention to her and André’s hands.

    Just as you were nodding your approval, you spotted another couple striding down the hallway, hand-in-hand. Jade and...Trina.

    “That’s right! I am now dating the second scariest girl at at Hollywood Arts,” Trina bragged. “So everyone better back off and leave us alone. KK?”

    Wow. You did not see that coming. You looked at Beck. He just shrugged. He shared a smirking ‘We did it’ look with Jade as the WLW couple rounded the corner, and Jade put an arm around Trina’s shoulder.

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[companionjones]

That Face

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Warnings: Reader overworks themself a little

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    “Hey, baaaby.” Beck stretched out the pet name as he plopped down next to you on his bed. He kissed the top of your head.

    “Hey,” was all you spared in return. You didn’t even look at him.

    It wasn’t that you were mad. At least, you weren’t mad at him. You were busy doing the mountain of work you had for school.

    You didn’t hear Beck calling your name until the third time. “Sorry-Yeah?” You finally turned to look at him.

    “Do you really need to do all this now?” he wondered in earnest.

    You glanced around at how much you’d made yourself at home in Beck’s trailer. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’ve invaded your space. I’ll just go to the library--”

    “That’s not what I meant.” Beck lightly touched your shoulder to get you to sit back down. “You’ve been at this for hours. Why don’t you take a break?”

    You shook your head. “I can’t. I planned all my work out. I need to get all this done today or else’ll my plan’ll be thrown off.”

    Beck smiled quickly at the ceiling. “Ah, right. Your plan.”

    You ignored his teasing. “Exactly. So, like I said, I’ll just go to the library--”

    “Oh no, you don’t,” Beck fell on top of you and pinned you under him. “You’re finishing your work here. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But before that, will you take a quick, half-hour break and cuddle with me...please?” Beck blinked doughy eyes at you.

    He wasn’t really holding your arms, so you freed one of them to comb his hair back. “How could I say no to that face?” you wondered as Beck shook his hair wild again.

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[companionjones]

Alyssa Vaughn

Pairing: Pre-established!Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the Victorious episode “Jade Dumps Beck” where you take the place of Jade. Some things are changed.

Warnings: Cursing

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    “You know, they filter the fist pee out before we drink it,” you informed, sitting down at the lunch table between André and Beck.

    André quirked an eyebrow. “How do they do that?”

    You paused. “I-I don’t know.”

    Beck hummed knowingly. “Exactly.” Just then, he got a text message. Beck moved to respond.

    The only people you knew to text Beck were his family and your little friend group at Hollywood Arts, so your curiosity got the better of you. “Who’s that?”

    Beck played it off unconvincingly. “Oh, just some girl from yoga.”

    André asked the obvious question. “What’s her name?”

    “Oh...you know...Alyssa...Vaughn.” He said her last name quickly as if he was hoping you and André wouldn’t notice.

    You choked on your drink.

    “Alyssa Vaughn? Seriously?” André beat you to the punch. “She’s famous! And hot!”

    “You’re friends with Alyssa Vaughn?” you asked in a voice that sounded meeker than you wanted it to sound.

    Beck nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

    “No.” You shook your head. And you were telling the truth. Or at least you hoped you were.

    Well, if it wasn’t a problem the, it sure became one soon enough.

    Alyssa Vaughn would text Beck, your boyfriend at least five times a day for a week, unprompted. You didn’t say anything, but it annoyed you to no end. What annoyed you even more, however, was the fact that Beck seemed to have no problem with it.

    “Listen, Alyssa Vaughn is just a friend,” Beck assured you one day in the hallway at school.

    You weren’t buying it. “Yeah. A ‘friend’ who’s already sent you six text messages today...Seven,” you added with an extra annoyed tone when you heard Beck’s phone buzz.

    He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that’s her.”

    “Is it?” you prompted.

    He checked it. When he saw that it was, in fact, Alyssa Vaughn, Beck decided to change the subject a little. “Okay, let’s see if I understand you. Because you and I date, I can’t be friends with other girls?”

    “You can be friends with all the girls you want! Just not this girl,” you clarified.

    Again, he rolled his eyes. “Why not this girl?”

    “Because she texts you 24/7...and she’s pretty and rich!”

    “Oh, so that’s it. You just don’t want me being friends with pretty girls.”

    “That’s not true!” you fought back. “Cat’s pretty. Tori’s got those cheekbones. Hell, I’m even fine with you and Jade! And you two used to date!”

    Again, he rolled his eyes at you. “You just won’t let that go, will you?”

    “That’s not what I--” you didn’t want to start another fight. “Just please. Drop Alyssa Vaughn.”

    Beck reaffirmed his stance and looked at you dead in the eye. “Or what?”

    “Or what?” You couldn’t believe what this was coming to.

    Beck didn’t back down. “What’re you going to do if I keep talking to Alyssa Vaughn?”

    You stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling very alone. You searched Beck’s eyes, looking for any hint of a joke, but finding nothing. You said the only thing that was left to be said. “I’m breaking up with you.”

    “Fine by me.” There was no hesitation on Beck’s part.

    “Fine.” You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and stormed away from Beck, ignoring the stares from everyone else in the hallway as you went.

    Avoiding Beck was pretty easy, you realised. That had happened at the very end of the day, so you were in the clear then. The only class you had with Beck was Sikowitz’s, and that was in the second half of the day, so you were good until lunch.

    You were perfectly happy sitting on your own at lunch, until André came and sat with you. You didn’t mind him being there either.

    “Hey,” he greeted as he sat back down.

    “Hey,” you greeted back.

    You could actually see André cringe. “So, I heard about you and Beck.”

    “And?”

    “Nothing.”

    A car horn sounded before any other awkwardness could transpire. You turned to see Alyssa Vaughn pull up in the Hollywood Arts’ parking lot with Beck in the passenger seat of her car. You could just make out Alyssa telling Beck, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

    Before your teeth could break from clenching your jaw so hard, you figured it was best to get out of there.

    André found you in the black box theater, alone, crying your eyes out.

    “Hey, hey, sweet girl.” He sat down next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. “It’s okay.”

    “No it’s not,” you cried, “I lost Beck and now he’s running around with freaking Alyssa Vaughn and I’m just...UGH!” You broke down even more and hid your face in André’s shoulder.

    “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s okay,” André comforted.

    “What the hell?” came a voice at the main entrance of the theater.

    You were busy wrapped up in your own thoughts, so André was the first to see who it was. “Beck. I was just--”

    “Just nothing. Get off her please.” Beck pushed sounding nothing like the guy you dated.

    “Beck!” You jumped to your feet and put on a brave face. “What are you doing? André was comforting me.”

    “Comforting you about what? You’re the one who broke up with me.”

    “Stop it with your bullshit, Beck. You didn’t want to full-on cheat on me with Alyssa, so you made me break up with you. And now you’re parading her around here like some fucking trophy. Well, you won, Beck. Congratulations. The least you could do is let a friend comfort me while I wallow in self-pity.” At the end of your speech, you collapsed back in the chair you’d been sitting in. You let your head fall into your hands.

    Somebody sat in the chair next to you.

    “I am...so sorry,” Beck started. “I...don’t know what got into me. Someone famous was giving me attention, and I was thinking about my career. I lost sight of everything that I care about. I lost sight of you. You...are all that matters to me. I’m so sorry that I’ve been acting like this. Will you...Could you ever forgive me?”

    You turned to look at him. Instinctively, your eyes darted down to his lips. You leaned in and kissed your ex-boyfriend.

    “So...I think I’ll go now.” André took his leave.

You smiled against Beck’s lips.

    Beck chuckled. “I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too,” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

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The Most Anxiety Inducing Experience of Your Life

Pairing: Pre-established!Beck Oliver x Fem!Anxious!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: This is based off the episode “Tori the Zombie” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed. For example, you are in a relationship with Beck.

Warnings: Cursing

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    “Baby, relax. It’s just an audition.” Beck tried to calm your nerves as the two of you sat in a line outside the Black Box theater.

    His words did nothing to soothe you. “You’ve done a hundred of these, Beck. This is my first one, and I’m freaking out. Maybe I should just head home--” You moved to get to your feet.

    Beck put a hand on your shoulder, preventing you from standing up. “No way. Babe, you’re the most talented person at this school. I’m not going to let you go a whole semester without doing one play. Plus, you need it for your grade.”

    “This is not a play. This is a musical,” you corrected. “You have to sing and dance in musicals.”

    He shrugged. “I don’t usually do musicals either, yet here I am. I’m a little nervous too, but I’m working through it.”

    “You don’t need to be nervous. You have a wonderful singing voice, Beck. You should use it more often.”

    “My point exactly, except reversed back onto you.” Beck took one of your hands in both of his and kissed the back of it. “You can do this, sweetheart. I know you can.”

***

    When the cast list was posted about a week later, you nearly fell when you saw the results.

    “Yes, I got Clive!” Robbie fist-pumped as he congratulated himself.

    Rex then spoke up. “Yeah, you’re the villain in the play and you’re the villain in my life too.”

    Robbie and Rex continued their bickering, and you heard the somehow fainter voice of your boyfriend right next to you. “Oh my god, we got the leads, baby! I am so proud of you!” He gathered you in his arms and kissed the side of your head.

    “How the hell am I gonna do this?” You didn’t know if you had thought that inside your head or voiced it out loud.

***

   A month later, you were well into rehearsals. Your director had just called to “Take five” because there was a problem with the lights.

    “Whoa, guys. Everyone shut up a second.” Jade suddenly got the attention of the crowd. “I just got an email from Principal Eichner.” She read, “To all students involved in this years production of Uptown/Downtown, Sofia Michelle will be in Los Angeles the weekend of the 17th, and will be personally attending your opening performance.”

    Sofia Michelle was the woman who wrote your musical. She was one of the biggest playwrights on Broadway.

    “Why don’t we sit down?” Beck offered, lowering you to the lip of the stage.

    “I think I need a paper bag,” you told your boyfriend.

    “To breathe or throw up?”

    “Jury’s still out.”

    Beck had you lay on his shoulder as he tried his best to calm you down.

***

    About a month after that, you were hanging out in Beck’s trailer, trying not to think of opening night of the show, which was the following night. Well, at least one of you was trying not to think about it.

    “You know you’re gonna be great right?” Beck commented as the two of you laid in each other’s arms in his bed.

    You took a big breath, and tried to think about things rationally. “Yeah, I know,” you finally answered. You raised one of Beck’s hands to your lips and kissed it. “As long as you’re there with me.”

    Just then, your phone started ringing. You and Beck sat up in bed as you answered it.

    “Hey, Cat--” was all you were able to get out.

    “Oh my god, oh my god! I need your help! I took this I took this class for special effects makeup and I can’t figure out how to make people look like scary monsters so I just keep on making them cute and the models keep quitting on me! Please, if you don’t help me, I’m gonna fail this class!”

    She was getting so loud that you had to hold your phone away from your ear, yet you and Beck could still hear Cat clearly.

    “What do you need me to do?” you asked her.

    “I NEED TO PRACTICE MONSTER MAKEUP ON YOU PLEASE!” Cat’s voice sounded even louder through the speaker on your phone.

    You and Beck shared a look. Not seeing another option, and not wanting Cat to get any louder, you both nodded.

    “Come over my place, Cat,” Beck offered.

    “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Cat’s voice went back to regular volume before she hung up the phone.

***

    “Hey guys! I got some pizza if you--JESUS!”

    A couple hours later, Beck had stepped out to get some food. When he returned, he almost dropped the pizza he was holding.

    You had been standing right by the door (maybe, probably, definitely) trying to scare your boyfriend, and succeeding. “What do you think?” you asked him, “Don’t I look hideous?”

    Recovering from the scare you had just given him, Beck responded in a sweet boyfriend way, “You’re still beautiful to me.”

    “Oh no! Really?!” Cat started to revel in failure again.

    Beck tried to backtrack, but he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “N-no, Cat! Y/n looks...uh...I think I walked into a trap, here.”

    “I’ll get you out of it,” you joked to your boyfriend. “You did a great job, Cat. I look like a monster!”

    “Yay!” she celebrated.

    “Alright, you put this on, you took your pictures. Can you take this off now?”

    “KK!” Cat smiled before readying her makeup station again.

    Beck put down the pizza, then noticed something in Cat’s makeup stuff. “Cat, what is this?”

    Cat didn’t spare it a second glance. “Oh, that’s glue!”

    “I know that. Why is it with your makeup supplies?” His voice was becoming more and more concerned.

    You decided to take a closer look at the kind of glue he was holding. Your stomach dropped. “Is that Grizzly Glue?!”

    Beck was still asking Cat questions. “Where did you get this?”

    “I ran out of makeup glue so I got that from my father’s tool box.”

    You got mad. “Grizzly Glue is like industrial cement, Cat. It’s not supposed to come in contact with skin!”

    “I’m sorry!”

    You, Beck, and Cat spent the next hour trying to get the makeup off your face. When that didn’t work, you three spent the next hour after that on the phone with doctors and the Grizzly Glue company.

    Beck got off the phone with the doctor first. “Okay, she said it’s not going to cause any damage to your face, just that we won’t be able to get it off.”

    “I could’ve told you that,” you remarked sarcastically.

    Cat got off the phone too, but she wasn’t relaying any of the information to you and Beck.

    “Well?” you asked her.

    “Oh, right!” Cat turned to you. “Apparently, they make a solvent. We have to drive to Bakersfield to get it.”

    “Bakersfield?!” you and Beck yelled at the same time.

    “Relax,” Cat calmed, “Trina owes me a favor. I got her out of a date like a week ago. After school tomorrow, I’ll get her to drive me there to get the solvent, I’ll bring it back, and everything will be good again!”

    “Everything will be good again if you get that solvent on my face before the show starts tomorrow.”

    “Omg that’s right you guys start your run tomorrow! How are you feeling?” aimlessly wondered Cat.

***

    “DarlingAngelSugarLove,” Beck addressed you with every pet name he could think of in this time of desperation. “It’s going to be alright.”

    “In what world is it going to be alright?!” you whisper-yelled backstage, “We are going on in two minutes, and I look like a zombie! Cat and Trina still aren’t here!” Your breathing started to get all out of wack. You could’ve sworn that you were going to pass out.

    Suddenly, Beck kissed you.

    You melted into the kiss, and it lasted long enough for your breathing to get back under control.

    Beck broke the kiss. “I love you. You are the most amazing person I know. Now, you are going to go out there and rock this show no matter what you look like. Take a deep breath with me.”

    You did as you were told. “Thank you so much for dealing with all my crazy.”

    “We’re in show business,” he smiled, “Our lives are always going to be crazy.” He started walking away from you to get into places.

    “And Beck?”

    He turned back around.

    “I love you, too.”

    Your smiles matched each other as you stood on opposing sides of the stage.

***

    So, you went through the show looking like a zombie. Well, most of the show. During the last number, you glanced backstage and saw Cat and Trina with the solvent.

    André was in the band, and he was aware of your situation, as was everyone involved with the show, so you subtly signalled to him to stretch the song out. He nodded, and you all but ran offstage.

    You made it back in time for the last chorus of the number, and you were so hyped on the adrenaline of the show and just barely making it on on time, that you kissed Beck during the final pose.

    The curtain closed, and Beck picked you up and spun you around without breaking the kiss.

    You two had to split up again for bows, and from the shadows, you saw Beck mouth, “I’m so proud of you.”

    You were so happy that you kissed him again during your bows.

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leon’s head would go back as he tried to stay sleeping and resting it on his shoulder, you could hear the music that was playing and tapped your foot along with the rhythm.

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you noticed leon’s muddy boots on the desk, knowing he would get some sort of talk about it if anyone else found him like this. you moved from your spot, walking to him trying not to wake him up just yet.

you grabbed his headphones gently, leon’s heart raced as he felt the headphone come off him, his eyes opened quickly then he instantly relaxed when he noticed it was you.

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leon looked at you then to the floor, moving his shoes from the desk and rubbing his hands on his pants.

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