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violent stalker mattheo riddle.... each guy and girl readers ever spoken to? damn wdym they showed up beaten up the next day and they dont even know who did it ????

i feel like he'd also get violent with reader and ykw .... im so insane id let him beat me bloody .

"i'm doing this because you're not listening to me, sweetheart. how else am i supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn't do?"

hey uh, future requesters: giving me a line of dialogue or smth to build around means i’ll finish your request WAY faster. tysm anon 😭

requests open

prometheus — yandere! insane! stalker! mattheo riddle x gn! reader

wow! there’s a fuck ton of really fucking dark violence, murder, torture, manipulation, abduction, and horrific domestic abuse in this! please be careful if you choose to read this!

1.5k words!

i jokingly took a sociopathy test with a couple of friends earlier today and i scored like really high so uh dunno how to feel about that

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“Am I…am I in trouble or something, Professor…?”

Professor McGonagall’s lips thinned and she looked at you over the rim of her glasses. She folded her hands together neatly where they rested on her desk before speaking. “Not for now, no. Relax a bit, dear. The law states that you’re innocent until proven guilty.”

“That’s not- that doesn’t really make me less nervous.”

The professor opened her mouth to speak again when a chime alerted her to an incoming floo call.

With a wave of her wand, the flames flared green and a genial-looking man stepped out of the fireplace. He brushed soot off of his robes and grinned brightly as soon as he caught sight of the professor.

“Minerva! Lovely to see you again. I’m afraid Quincy isn’t going to make it. Corbett is sick, poor thing, so he’s staying home with him today,” the man gushed, evidently quite close with the professor.

“Oh, send them both my well wishes, Hez, dear. Anyway, this is the student you asked to see, Y/n L/n,” she motioned towards you.

The man gave you a cheery grin—far too cheerful for this early in the morning—and held out his hand for you to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. L/n. I’m Auror Hezekiah Ackerly. I’d just like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?”

You dubiously shook his outstretched hand, a bit put off by his bright grin that never seemed to dim. “Sure.”

“Wonderful!” the Auror pulled the second office guest chair closer and sat down across from you. “Let’s get the easy questions out of the way. Do you have many friends? Or maybe a small, close-knit group of people you regularly hang out with?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. The fuck kind of question was this?

“Uh, I guess a close-knit group?”

Auror Ackerly summoned a notebook and quill, writing quickly. “Who belongs to this group?”

Seriously, this felt more like being at a psychiatrist’s office than being questioned by a government official.

“Er, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger? And sometimes Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood?”

Seriously, what was going on?

“And do you have any…romantic relationships? Any troubles or issues there?”

Your eyes narrow. “What’re you playing at?”

“Cormac McLaggen was found dead in the Forbidden Forest this morning,” Professor McGonagall cut to the chase, interrupting Auror Ackerly. “You were the last known person to have spoken to him, and several of your peers attest that they heard an argument break out between the two of you last night after dinner.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your jaw dropped. “Dead? Wh- how?”

“That’s what we at the Ministry would like to know,” Auror Ackerly interjected smoothly. “You’re not in trouble, Mx. L/n, but I am here to escort you to the Ministry for questioning.”

Your jaw dropped.

They thought you did this?

~~~

You sat at a table, alone in some room deep inside the Ministry building.

You huffed, folding yet another paper crane from the stack of sticky notes Ackerly had oh-so-thoughtfully left for you after your interrogation.

You set the finished bird on the table, the small pile of origami cranes you’ve made while waiting slowly getting larger.

Peeling off another sticky note, you started folding another when a nice-looking man in well-pressed robes entered the barren room and stopped in front of your table. He looked down at you with mild bafflement.

“L/n, I presume?”

“That’d be me,” you mumbled, adding your newest crane to the pile.

The man smiled gently before waving a hand over your paper birds and enchanting them to fly.

You tried to hide your awe as you look up at the cranes that floated and soared around the room.

The man smiled at your reaction. “It’s quite nice to finally meet you, Mx. L/n. You’ve been the topic of many a discussion today.”

“I’d imagine so, yes,” you said dryly. “Not many teenagers accused of murder coming through the department, huh?”

He grinned. “Not really, no.”

The man pulled out the other chair at the table, sitting down across from you and rifling through the thick manila folder he held.

“Are you here to interrogate me some more?” You asked suspiciously. “Ask Ackerly, man. I already told him everything I know.”

He laughed. “No, I’m not here to interrogate you. I’m your lawyer, Mx. L/n.”

You blink. “I don’t have a lawyer. My family can’t afford that.”

“You always have the right to an attorney, Mx. L/n,” he said kindly as he held out his hand to you. “Octavian Foxglove, Esquire.”

“Y/n L/n, but you already knew that,” you greet, shaking his hand.

He smiled again.

He was a very smiley man.

He laid out the manila folder and turned it around on the table so that you would be able to see it.

The first paper on top was a copy of your school records, with a bright red PRIMARY SUSPECT stamped over the top of your picture.

You grimaced.

Your lawyer nodded sympathetically. “There’s a photo underneath that page, by the way. Supposedly the last photo we have of McLaggen still alive and, uh…it’s not looking great for you, in all honesty.”

You moved your school records page aside, finding a standard moving photograph paperclipped to the inside of the file.

It showed, quite clearly, you speaking with Cormac McLaggen in a hallway. Picture-Cormac angrily threw his arms up in the air and silently yelled at picture-you, while your body language in the photo loudly screamed ‘furious & upset’.

He was right. It wasn’t a great look.

“And there’s only one thing I need you to- oh, where is it?” He dug through the inside pockets of his robes, procuring a pen. “Aha! The next page has a simple contract. I just need a signature stating that you either accept me as your public defender, or would like to request someone else from the Ministry to handle your case.”

You nod, flipping the page to the contract he indicated. Mr. Foxglove smiled again and held the pen out to you.

As soon as your fingers made contact with the pen, you vanished.

~~~

You stumbled blindly, almost falling to the floor before a hand caught your elbow and steadied you.

“Easy, careful.”

You whirled around, surprised to see a different man in Mr. Foxglove’s clothes. He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

“Woah- slow down, kid. You’re fine.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m- was your lawyer,” he shrugged and smiled. “Augustus Rookwood, at your service.”

It dawned on you. “It was a portkey,” you breathed. “The pen. It was a portkey, wasn’t it?”

“Clever kid,” he sounded impressed. “Now c’mon. The boss wants to see you.”

You followed the man without complaint; half out of curiosity, half out of the knowledge that Augustus Rookwood was an Azkaban escapee charged with at least forty counts of first degree murder.

Pretty simple choice.

It looked like you were in a wealthy aristocrat’s house. Er, mansion, more accurately. The hallway you were walking down was old and stuffy and dusty, and the overall aura of Dark magic that permeated the very air of the house sent shivers down your spine.

Rookwood led you down a flight of rickety stairs to the first floor, and then down a narrow hallway and into a study, where he left you without another word.

The study itself was old. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust except for the pristine and polished bureau right in the center.

(Obviously, ‘the boss’ was sitting at this desk.)

((Villains tend to be predictable like that.))

However, you were surprised to see that ‘the boss’ was-

“Riddle?”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hurriedly got up from his desk.

“Y/n, darling, hello!” He gushed, practically skipping over towards you before pulling you into a very uncomfortable hug. “Sweetheart- oh, I’m so glad you’ve made it here safely! Rookwood really is my only competent assistant; I must be sure to give him a raise.”

You froze up at the unexpected hug, your arms remaining stiffly by your sides. He let go after a moment, but remained just a bit too close for comfort.

“Hopefully the Ministry didn’t give you too hard of a time,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty grin. “I promise Ackerly’s a good man. When he’s, y’know, in control of his own body.”

Your eyes widen and you take a step back. “What?”

“Just a little Imperius, darling, no worries. Did you like your gift?”

You blinked, thrown off by his rapid changes in subjects. “Uh- gift?”

He smiled proudly. “McLaggen? He won’t bother you anymore, see?”

All the color drained from your face.

“You killed Cormac?”

He nods, grinning. “Uh-huh. I heard what McLaggen said to you last night in the hall, and I don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You repeat, your lip curling in disgust. “You’d better not be referring to me.”

Mattheo paused, looking at you in confusion. “What else would I be talking about?”

You scoff in shock, shaking your head. “Yeah, nope, I’m out.”

You turned around without further preamble, marching out of the room and towards the front door that you’d passed earlier. Mattheo laughed and followed you out of the study at a leisurely pace, seemingly unworried.

“Where are you going to go, darling? As far as the general public is concerned, you’re on the run after brutally murdering a classmate. You’re Wanted with a capital W, sweetheart.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you snarled, storming towards the front door.

“Y/n…” He warned, drawing his wand and pointing it at you. “Get back here. Now.”

“Fuck off.” You spat over your shoulder, not sparing him another glance.

That was clearly not the thing to say. As if in slow motion, you heard a dreaded word fall from his lips.

“Crucio!”

You were struck with pain that was so overwhelming, so blinding, so agonizing, that you were sure you were going to die.

You were only half aware that you’d fallen to the floor at some point as wave after wave of unbearable pain crashed over you. You could feel your bones creaking and grinding together, your skin splitting apart only to knit itself back together just to be torn apart again, like you were some fucked up wixen version of fucking Prometheus.

You were only vaguely aware that you were speaking, pleading. Pleading not for the Unforgivable to be lifted, but for him to just end it, end you, entirely.

“K-kill me! Kill m-me…please!” You begged, blood trailing down from the corner of your mouth and smeared across your chin. You must’ve bit your tongue hard for it to bleed like that, and the sting from that wound while you speak is just too overwhelming when combined with the pain from the Cruciatus Curse.

Then all at once, it stops.

You gasp for air, your entire body trembling and numb as you lay sprawled across the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Mattheo kneeled down by your side and cupped your face in his hands with a kind of tender gentleness that felt deeply wrong coming from him.

“See, I’m doing this because you’re not listening to me, sweetheart. How else am I supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn’t do?” He cooed softly, gently wiping the blood from your chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

You flinched back at his touch. Your body—still wracked with uncontrollable quivers and trembles—tried in vain to crawl away from him.

“Oh no, honey- hey, honey- I promise it’s all over, okay? You were so so good for me. But you see now that you’ve got to stay with me, right?”

Your jaw quivered and your still-stinging tongue felt thick in your mouth, yet you managed to spit vicious hatred towards him.

“G-go to hell.”

A flurry of emotions crossed his face: surprise, anger, guilt, and disappointment; all of which were topped by the underlying aura of pure sadistic glee that exuded from him.

“Oh? Do you need another lesson or two before you learn?” He sighed and shook his head patronizingly. “Very well then, darling. Crucio!”

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[w2soneshots]

Oblivious -W2S

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

In which you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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user29368103: HARRYS COMMENT!!??

Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

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i guess they are pretty funky

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Can’t Sleep: [2] … [4]

Your team prepared themselves as you started your journey to your new destination. You and Abner were talking about random things as you walked.

"You really like the dots?" Abner timidly asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course! You're so colorful," you said quietly with a smile.

Abner smiled to himself before motioning to your outfit. "I like your uniform too, it suits you. It makes your eyes stand out."

"Thank you! Ya know, I always thought you had a really nice nose- whoa, Abner, are you doing alright?" You cut yourself as you faced Abner for the first time during this walking session. He had those glowing dots on his face again.

"Oh! Those?" He was nervously covering his face. "Don't worry about-" splat. Abner tripped over a rogue tree root and fell face first into the mud. As you went to help pick him up, Flag turned around.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone turned around to look at you two, well, minus Cleo, but she was sitting on a fallen tree almost asleep.

"We're tired, Colonel. We need a rest," she whined.

"Goddamn hobbyists," muttered Chris.

Soria turned to Flag, "We cannot stop. We need to hurry if you're going to help my people."

"Hey," DuBois intervened. "We're not here to help your people. But she's right, we gotta keep moving."

"I carry friend?"

"It's okay, Nanaue," Cleo said before turning to Abner. "It's happening to his face again."

"It's nothing, I tripped," he brushed off.

"Hey," Peacemaker said as he shoved Abner back. "Norman Bates, if that shit's contagious, we need to know."

"It's not," Abner tried moving forward before he was pushed again.

"What is it?"

"What's your deal, Chris? Stop pushing people around before I turn into something you're really not gonna like. And what's up with the obscure references?" You were getting fed up with Chris' bullshit.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"I don't know, how about your dead father? The one that killed himself in front of you when you were a kid?"

"How do you-"

"You'd be surprised how much your mom loved recording all your childhood achievements. Your fifth birthday—ring a bell?" Peacemaker had an unreadable expression on his face as you got in his face and lowered your voice. "You wouldn't believe how much information you can get on your hands if you're able to disguise yourself as a high ranking employee in Belle Reve."

Before any of you could make the situation worse, Abner cleared the tension with a sigh.

"It's a... it's an interdimensional virus."

"Fuck is that?" Peacemaker asked after seemingly forgetting what just happened. You think he was trying to not think about it.

"My mother was a scientist at S.T.A.R Labs, and she was obsessed with turning me and my brother and sisters into superheroes."

"Oh, Abner," you softly said as you placed a hand on his arm. Peacemaker looked between the two of you with a hard expression.

"She infected me. Now, if I don't expel the dots twice a day..."

DuBois asked, "Then what?"

Abner made a face that was hard to read as he said, "They'll eat me alive." He then chuckled dryly as if he himself couldn't believe it.

"What happened to your brother and sisters?" Flag questioned.

"Some lived. Some... died."

Cleo, now standing, asked, "And your mom, where is she now?"

Abner looked to you before turning to his team.

"Almost everywhere."

Everyone just looked at Krill for a few moments.

"Okay," Flag turned around. "Let's move out."

"Come on, we must hurry, or we'll be late to meet my contact," Soria ushered.

Sooner or later, well, later, you made your way to this blockade where a driver in a large van was being investigated. During your trip Abner had to expel the dots, and although he was embarrassed about the situation, you and Cleo tried keeping his mind off it. The soldiers surrounded the van after a minute and started banging on the door. That was your cue.

Peacemaker started taking people out with a silenced pistol, Bloodsport shot with his arm crossbow, and King Shark ate a guy. The rest of the team moved from their hiding spots once the soldiers were dealt with. Success.

Bloodsport banged on the van's window before asking, "Are you Milton?"

The driver choked out a tearful "Si."

After Soria directed him to a nearby pull off spot, you started looking at the contents in the boxes that were pulled out.

"Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in." Cleo started putting on a random pair of sunglasses as you pulled out a fedora. Soria continued, "That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight."

"I wear disguise," Nanaue said.

"Ohhh," Cleo drawled. "You're going to wear a disguise?"

"Si."

"Hey, he's learnin' Spanish," Peacemaker said offhandedly.

"And what kind of disguise?"

"Fake mustache," he said smugly.

"Yeah," DuBois interrupted as he moved more boxes. "Fake mustache isn't gonna cut it, mate."

"Aww come on," you cooed. "What if he wears a hat?" The fedora you picked up earlier was now sitting on the King of the Ocean's head.

"You still look exactly like yourself."

"That's the worst fake mustache I've ever seen," Chris added.

"And if you had fooled us, we'd have to kill you, shark-shaped bloke with a mustache creepin' up on us like that."

"FUCK!" Nanaue yelled as he stomped off. You snickered before turning to Abner with some clothes in your hand.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm? Oh, those look nice, although I saw something in another box that I thought you might like. Let me go get it."

As he walked away towards another box, you dropped the clothes you were holding as your face softened. Someone saw something and thought of you? That hasn't happened for a very long time. You started sifting thoughtfully through a nearby box when he came back.

"Here," he showed you the clothes. "I hope you like it." It was sweet how anxious he was getting over this. He must not socialize often.

Taking the clothes from him, you observed the material. It was... actually really good. It was something you would've loved to wear if you weren't forced to wear that stupid prison outfit, and it looked like it'd fit.

"Abner, this is great! It's a lot better than what I was originally going with," you laughed. "Oh! Here, I saw these pants and thought it would match the shirt you picked up."

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"I'm gonna change over there. Stand watch, please?"

How could he say no to you? "Of course," he said while respectfully turning around. As he waited, Peacemaker appeared.

"(L/n) around?"

"Huh?" Abner said, startled from Chris's sudden presence. "Uh, yeah, they went over there to change into their disguise. I'm looking out for them."

"Oh, you're looking out for them? Well look out for this, Patrick Bateman," Peacemaker wasn't looking so peaceful as he leaned in towards Abner. Dropping his voice, he continued. "I don't know what you think is going on between you two, but leave it, you understand me? Why would The Mimic want to go for someone as lame as you? You throw polka dots at people?" Peacemaker scoffed before finishing, "Quit getting in my way, or else."

Stay away from you? There was no way he could do that. You were seemingly the only person who liked him, and now he would have to end that? Fuck that.

Abner, admittedly with a little less confidence than what he hoped for, challenged him. "Or else what?"

Gosh, three words and his heart was already pumping.

"Excuse me?" Chris raised a brow.

Luckily before anything could be done, you emerged oblivious from the jungle while dawning your new attire. Your uniform was neatly folded and tucked under your arm. Both men looked at you and... wow. Abner was speechless. Literally. For the second time within you knowing him, you made his breath hitch.

"You look stunning," Peacemaker quickly said before Abner had a chance. That wouldn't really matter since your response was quite the cockblocker.

"Thanks! Abner picked it out for me," you smiled. You even gave a twirl to show off the outfit to your teammates. Abner just looked at you with such affection in his eyes.

"Anyways, your turn," you ordered as you took Krill's watching place so he could change. Peacemaker tried making some move on you, but you were clueless. Instead, you went into Mission Mode™ and discussed some tactics and strategies you could implement. Sighing, Chris humored you and joined your planning. Not too long later, Abner walked out with his disguise on.

"I'm not sure about this," he said while standing awkwardly.

"You look like an idio-"

"You look great!" you voiced over Peacemaker. "I love those pants on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," you laughed. "They're funky."

"I-" Krill let out a laugh of his own. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty funky."

"Alright, well, we've gotta get back to the van," you announced while walking away. Abner blindly followed you with a dumb little smile on his face while leaving Chris just standing there in disbelief.

#the suicide squad (2021) #suicidesquad #dcu fanfic #polka dot man #bloodsport #peacemaker #ratcatcher ii #ratcatcher 2 #harley quinn #rick flag #abner krill #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader #cleo cazo #robert dubois #christopher smith #starro #reader #reader insert #Can’t Sleep

[cherrybarba]

Save You - Sonny Carisi

Pairing: Dominick 'Sonny' Carisi x Reader

Rating: 17+

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION, other than that its just fluff

A/N: wow i am NOT sure how i feel about this and all the feels it gave me

based off the song Save You by Simple Plan

"Take a breath, pull myself together

Just another step until I reach the door"

Walking up to your door, you noticed an eerie quiet coming from your apartment. It wasn't like Sonny to be damn near silent upon your arrival. You had grown accustomed to the sound of some sort of '60s-'70s pop coming wafting under the door to your home; the smell of something cooking causing your stomach to always grumble. However, this time, there was nothing to greet you as you approached. Your heart clenched, knowing that inside somewhere was a very upset man who was trying his best to keep it together.

As you crossed the threshold, opening the door, you noticed there wasn't even a light on in the entire place. The silence and dark caused you to wonder if Sonny had to work late and had forgotten to text you. You would've been fooled had something not moved on the couch, drawing your attention directly to it. Under a mass of blankets layed a tall and lanky man, who's body was shuddering with silent cries. He must not have heard you enter, knowing the man liked his privacy when he cried.

Your voice was soft as it broke the silence, "Dominick, honey…"

Sonny shot up instantly, his work suit wrinkled and stained with tears. You couldn't miss the look in his bloodshot eyes; they were full of deep despair. Your heart broke into a million pieces, the man looked completely and thoroughly shattered. Sonny's salt and pepper hair was disheveled, the gel no longer keeping it in place. Tears rolled down his face, despite his attempts to wipe them away.

"Doll, I, uh, didn't know you'd be home so early."

"Sonny, love, it's 7 pm. How long have you been home." your voice chock full of concern.

"Uh, since 3 o'clock. Lieu let us go early, the case went to shit," his voice quivered as he finished.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Doll, you know I can't involve ya in this stuff. You're too sweet and I don't wanna cloud your sunshine like that."

"You don't know how it tears me up inside to see you…," you spoke before Sonny cut you off.

"Fail?"

"Sonny, no, you know that's not true. Your job isn't as clear cut as you think it is. Especially in SVU, the whole unit covers gray area crimes. Not many cases for you guys are open and shut, dear."

You walked over to your boyfriend, enclosing him in a hug and holding him close to you. You coached your breathing to match his, before slowing it. This calmed the man down immensely, and you broke away from him and looked into his eyes.

"I wish that I could tell you something to take it all away," you spoke sincerely, the inevitable sound of concern coating the statement.

"I can't ask ya to do that, (Y/N). There's a lot of hurt and pain in these cases. Each one is more difficult than the last. These women, they didn't deserve what happened to 'em and it shakes me when we can't win their case."

"What has you so shaken up about this one in particular," you questioned.

He took a deep breath, the glossy look in his eyes returning, "The vic… she looked like ya."

You felt your chest tighten at his statement, the thought of how it must be affecting him filling you to the brim with a deep sense of concern. You watched his shoulders heave as he went into another round of quiet sobs. You stroked his back and reminded him to breathe, just wanting to take away the man's pain.

"Oh honey, that's not all, is it? Something else is bothering you."

"Well, today, she decided she couldn't go through the stress of a trial and called to say she wanted to drop the charges. Liv knew something was up and took me with her to go talk to her and when we got there the super let us in, because her apartment was flooding. She… She…," his voice broke off, but you knew what he was trying to say.

The woman had killed herself, and though you didn't know how, you couldn't imagine what it was like finding the body of a woman who looks like your significant other. You pulled him to you again, whispering soft words into his ear. Sonny sighed as you pressed a soft kiss behind his ear, hoping to ground him back to the reality that you were right here, alive and well.

"I can't make you feel better," you began, "but I can try and take your mind off of it."

As soon as you felt his nod, you pulled the 6-foot-tall giant to his feet, pulling him to your room. You knew he wasn't in the mood for anything spicy, so you were going to give the man a spa night. You directed his body to the adjoining bathroom, before beginning to help him shed his layers. Knowing Sonny didn't care about the state of his suit now that he had cried in it, you didn't make the effort to fold the ensemble.

You turned towards the tub, reaching to turn on the bath, making sure it wasn't too hot. When the tub was about ¾ of the way full, you ushered Sonny in, letting him relax and get comfortable while you walked over to the cabinet beneath the sink. He sat wordlessly, head hung low as you collected your items. When you finally walked back over to him, he had mustered up enough energy to look up at you.

"Love, I'm going to do some self-care on you okay? Is it okay if I touch your face?"

He nodded once more, and you began your work. You first pulled out the wash cloth that you had warmed, the fabric feeling soft against your skin. You moved forward, your hand reaching to wipe Sonny's face with the cloth, wetting it down for the next step. Silence hung in the air as you worked, moving on to washing the man's face with a watermelon based cleanser. The smell made his nose tickle, as he asked you what it was you were using.

The next step was to use an aloe sheet mask you had been saving for a particularly rough day. While you had been excited to use it yourself, you knew now was as good a time as any. Sonny sighed in relaxation as you used the roller to flatten the soaked mask against his skin. You giggled softly to yourself, love causing your heart to swell with admiration.

You had decided to climb in the tub with him, quickly shedding your clothes. His content noises he voiced let you know that you were doing right as you began to rub the man's shoulders. You could feel the tense muscles underneath, working to get the knots out with your fingertips. Feeling the need, you pressed soft kisses to the nape of his neck, causing Sonny to shiver.

His voice was hoarse as he broke the silence, "I don't deserve ya. You're an angel."

"If you lose faith in you, I'll give you strength to pull through."

"You really are sunshine aren't ya?"

You giggled before getting mildly serious again, "You know I'll be there for you."

You both returned to a comfortable silence after that, quickly finishing up the bath as the exhaustion of the day seeped into your bones. Sonny handed you a towel as you got out, and you used to dry off before walking to the bedroom again. You returned clothed in shorts and one of Sonny's t-shirts, and handed the man a pair of shorts and boxers. He pulled on the clothes before grabbing your hand and leading you to the bed.

You crawled into the bed, pulling the covers back and diving under them. Sonny crawled on the other side, pulling you into his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, as he quickly fell into slumber, The man's breath had finally steadied and his heartbeat you could hear was slowly starting to calm. You sighed deeply, thinking of the worst outcomes of this situation. You couldn't bear to lose Dominick. He was the one thing that kept you sane most days, the stress of your job also heavy on your shoulders. You vowed tomorrow to wake Sonny up with breakfast in bed.

You leaned to kiss his chest before whispering, "Sometimes I wish I could save you," before falling into a deep sleep yourself.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi headcanon #dominick carisi #ada carisi #carisi x reader #detective carisi #law and order svu #svu fanfiction #svu imagines #svu headcanons #Spotify

[finnwrld]

happy 1.5k!!! could i possibly request a p! techno x reader with the teaching-you-to-dance prompt? thank you so much!!

yes ofc hehe thank you for the rq!! 

prompt: “Teach me to dance, will you?”

pairing: c!techno x gn!reader (but reader does take the traditional female part in ballroom dancing)

contents: platonic, techno took dance lessons i do not take criticism, my shit knowledge of classical dance shit, also more proof that i cannot write long dialogue scenes rip

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Snow lightly fell around the small cottage where you and Techno had taken refuge in. Classical music drifted through the house and the fire flickered and cracked, the dark wood of the house tinted in a golden glow. It was serene, a rare occurrence for Techno's house.

Your eyes drifted from the journal you had in hand to the man reading, hunched in his armchair. Strands of his pink hair had fallen out from behind his ears, framing his concentrated features. He looked calm, peaceful even, too peaceful.

You smirked a bit to yourself before you pushed yourself up from your chair, sauntering over to Techno.

Extending a hand, you spoke in your most posh voice possible, “Teach me to dance, will you?”

Techno stared at you with a raised eyebrow, "Heh?"

"To dance," you put your hands up and spun around in your worst pirouette, "You know."

"That definitely wasn't dancing."

"Shut up. C'mon, teach me," you huffed.

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm bored," you replied, shrugging, "Plus, aren't you like a classically trained dancer?"

"Yeah, like a millennium ago."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your extended hand in his face. "C'monnnn don't be a party-pooper."

A sigh released from his lips and he huffed, "Fine."

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you bounded over to the music box to turn it up.

"Alright, where do we start?"

Slowly, Techno walked towards you, clearly thinking back to his dance lessons.

"Well, first, I have to ask you if I could have this dance." He pauses to glare at you. "So... uh... May I have this dance?"

You place your hand in his extended one, bowing and saying as in as frilly of a voice as you can muster, "Oh yes of course kind stranger."

This earned you a grumble.

"Next, you're gonna wanna place your hand... here," he guided your hand to rest on his shoulder, "and I put mine on your waist."

"Wow so forward, get to know me a bit first."

Another grumble.

Soon, after a bit of bickering, Techno had his hand on the small of your back and entwined his fingers with yours.

"Alright, chin high, back straight, and since I don't feel like putting actual effort into this, you're just going to have to follow my feet and hope for the best," Techno said in his signature monotone drone.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath.

"One-two-three."

And then the two of you were off, swirling carefully around the cottage. Your feet were frantically trying to stay balanced and on time.

It was inevitable you would miss.

"OUCH!" Techno cried, pulling away from you to grab his trodded on foot, "Y/n YOU ABSOLUTE NERD."

"The Blood God has been defeated by the all and powerful Y/n!" you replied, sticking your tongue out.

"I hate you," he shot back, but based on the poorly concealed smile very evident on his face, you knew that was a lie.

taglist: @losingvienna @inniterhq @aksuallyours

#technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade fanfiction #technoblade imagine #mcyt x reader #techno x y/n #techno imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt x you #techno x reader

[haikyuuthots]

Please write anything with a jealous Suna 😩, I need that in my life

I want you for myself - Suna Rintaro

Pairing: Suna rintaro x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: mentions of alcohol and weed, curse words, some arguing

Summary: you’re at a party with your boyfriend, having a good time. You’re doing your own thing for a moment when an old friend from your childhood comes up to talk to you and catch up. Suna sees you guys interacting and clouded by jealousy, makes a scene.

A/n: GIRLLLLL thank u for requesting i love writing a bit of angst. But as always fluff at the end, bc that what we’re here for. Hope you enjoy reading! 😘

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When your boyfriend Suna asked you to come to this party with him, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You loved partying, and you knew most of the people who’d be present so you knew going would be such a fun time.

Upon arrival Suna immediately began greeting his friends, you of course already being familiar with all of them waved hello and did the same. The music was blasting and you noticed everyone dancing and having a good time , there was a lot of drinks and plenty of weed to go around.

You stuck around Suna for about an hour, until your best friend Carrie noticed you and begged you to take a couple shots with her. You looked over to your boyfriend and let him know you’d be gone for a bit, complying to Carries request. He had no issues with it, he himself was about to start taking shots with his boys as well. You kiss Suna goodbye, and part ways for a moment.

Now on your fourth shot, you’re swaying to the music with your bestie, laughing and overall having a good time. You notice your boyfriend stare at you from across the room, when he notices you’ve caught his gaze he makes sure to send you a bashful smile, indicating that he’s having a good time too. Your heart flutters at the sight, you loved you boyfriends cheeky smile.

Still dancing you look over to your best friend “I’m really thirsty do you know where I can find water?”

“Yeah I heard there’s some in the fridge. Want me to come with you?”

“No girl stay here, I’ll be real quick.”

You slowly leave from the spot you were in and make your way to the kitchen, bumping into a few sweaty bodies on the way there.

Finally reaching the kitchen you quickly make your way to the fridge, normally you’d be too embarrassed to reach into another persons fridge but considering the fact that you were 4 shots in and parched you couldn’t care. Reaching inside to grab a water bottle you open the lid and start drinking, becoming startled by a voice

“Y/n?”

You turn around and notice a tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, his face seeming familiar to you

“Uh, hi? Do I, know you?” You ask as nicely as possible

“It’s me. Josh.” He replies with a smile

Hearing his name you recognize him instantly. Joshua Moretti, he was your neighbor for almost your entire childhood and your best friend all of your grade school years. He moved far away your third year of middle school, and although you’ve talked here and there, you hadn’t heard anything from him for years.

“Omg no way!” You shout as you quickly go to hug him. He reciprocates right away, squeezing you with excitement.

“You look so different! You’re so tall, and wow I did not recognize you at all.” You say happy to see your old friend

“Yeah. You look a bit different too, but I instantly recognized you when I saw you walk by.”

“That’s so crazy, well tell me how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”

You and Josh start catching up, he talks to you about how his life has been this far and you do the same.

Meanwhile back in the giant living room where you were before Suna notices your absence immediately. He didn’t see you leave, so he had no idea where you were. Even more confusing he noticed that your best friend was still in the same spot without you, which he found really weird.

A bit worried he gives a quick heads up to his friends, letting them know that he was going to look for you and he’d be right back. Passing through the people he’s looking left and right, in hopes to see you. From across the room he can faintly see you, you’re in the kitchen, hugging another man.

His heart drops to the pit of his stomach and his blood boils at the sight. What the fuck were you doing in the arms of another man???

He’s now pushing people to get out his way to get to you sooner. His gaze never leaves you and he notices you’re smiling at whatever the fuck this man is saying to you. He honestly never wanted to rock the shit out of another person in his entire life. But his anger was only rising and the alcohol in his system was only adding more fuel to the fire.

Finally reaching the kitchen he doesn’t hesitate to rush the other man, forcefully pushing him out of your way.

“What the fuck are you doing touching my girlfriend!?” He yells anger laced all over his words

The entire interaction caught you off guard, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Instantly you reach to get your boyfriend off Joshua.

“Suna what the fuck!” You yell out as you push him away to create space between the two men

“Don’t what the fuck me, who is this and why the fuck are you hugging him?!”

You’re taken aback by his tone. You’ve never seen Suna like this, he was always chill and always spoke to you softly.

“Suna, baby please calm down, you’re making a scene.” You softly say gently placing you hands on his arms

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He shoves your hands away and quickly storms out.

You look back at Josh, who looks very shaken up. You immediately apologize and soon after quickly make your way to follow Suna.

Running behind him, you two are now outside the house in the middle of the sidewalk. You shout out towards him to stop him from walking any further

“Rin please stop!” You yell out.

Suna turns around and makes his way over to you, his body is now hovering yours and you notice he’s still very angry “don’t tell me to fucking stop when I’ve just seen my girlfriend holding some other guy.”

“Can you let me fucking explain?” You yell out, becoming more frustrated

Suna stays quiet and only glares back at you.

“He’s my fucking friend from grade school. We grew up together, he’s like a fucking brother.”

Suna still says no words

“And guess what Rin? He’s getting married in 4 months. So that whole scene you did in there was for nothing!”

There’s now a silence between you two. It’s evident you’re both overwhelmed with emotions. You were beyond upset at his actions and he was trying his best to process everything. You didn’t want to be in his presence any longer, thinking the best thing to do now was to let each other cool down. Turning around, you begin walking away from Suna but he instantly stops you by holding onto your wrist.

“Please let me go. We both need space right now.” You say more quietly this time

“Fuck.”

You turn back to look at him and his head is looking down at the floor

He continues talking “I feel like such an asshole. But put yourself in my shoes.” He’s looking up to you now “I had no idea who that guy was, I’ve never seen him in my life and you’ve never mentioned him, so to me it was just some random guy you were hugging.”

You’re fully turned around now, listening to him speak

“I couldn’t fucking stand it.” He clenches his fist “I couldn’t stand seeing you in another mans arms, it fucking clouded my mind with anger. All I wanted to do was fuck him up.”

“Rin.” You say bringing your hand to caress his face “I get it, you had no idea who he was and if I’m being honest I would’ve been angry too if it were the other way around.”

“You’re mine.” He says, quickly grabbing you by the waist to bring your body close to his

There’s barely any space between you two, as he starts kissing you down your neck, not caring if you were in public

“The mere thought of you being near anyone else makes my skin crawl.” He says in between kisses.

“Rin-“ you breathlessly let out but he cuts you off

“I’m sorry I really am, but I just couldn’t control it. I want you for myself.”

He makes his way over to smash his lips against yours, and you reciprocate right away. After kissing for a moment you gently push him off, beginning to talk again

“But Rin, you can’t just hit people. I promise you I don’t want anyone but you. I’m all yours baby, but please-“ you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer “don’t do what you did in there.”

Suna rests his forehead on yours, still tightly holding you “I’ll work on it. For you. But I get jealous, and I don’t think I ever won’t. But I promise I’ll work on how I react from now on.”

You smile at his words. Although you were completely aware that this dynamic wasn’t the sanest, you loved Suna with your entire heart and soul, and you wanted him to be with you.

“I love you baby. I’m all yours.”

Suna picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, he closes the gap between your lips, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Thank you for being mine.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu blog #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu! x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu boys #haikyuu x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro imagine #suna angst #jealous!suna #suna haikyuu

[thelargefrye]

BE MY BABY. ateez

── summary. in an attempt to delay meeting your soulmate, you somehow speed up the process by meeting them as soon as you move to a new country.

── genre. soulmate, kind of implied poly!ateez

── word count. 1.5k

── requested. @thatgirlangelb

── message. reader is a foreigner. listening to wonder girls’ “be my baby” 

you had always heard about the feeling you would get when you meet your soulmate, however; you had yet to experience it. deep down you were kind of scared of meeting your soulmate, thinking that they would reject you – even if there was only around a 20% chance that your soulmate would reject you. you still had a right to worry, even if your friends and family sort of made fun of you for being scared about something like that.

you figured moving to a different country would lessen the chance of meeting your soulmate and possible delay the fated meeting. so you moved to south korea and managed to land a stable job five months after moving there. the job was a staff member at an entertainment company, kq entertainment, and you would be working more as tech. you thanked your past self for taking so many computer classes and learned how to do lights and sounds for your high school drama class. 

kq trusted you with making sure that when their idols film, everything records smoothly. you had met the group’s managers right before you were to meet the group themself. ateez. you had done some research about the rookie group and to say you were impressed by them would be an understatement. you were fan of kpop, but you tended to have listened to more of the older groups than the newer ones.

when the boys stepped into the room, you felt like you got hit by a truck. your whole body felt hot and your hands started to clam up, what the hell was this feeling. your legs feel like jello and you start to wonder if you sudden got sick. you meet eyes with the leader of the group, hongjoong, and you notice how his eyes slightly widen before he covers the shocked look with the calm one he had on before. 

hongjoong leans over to the male next to him, seonghwa if you remember correctly, and whispers into his ear. he looks shocked for a moment before turning to the leader and hongjoong just nods before seonghwa looks away. his eyes meet yours for a split second before you look away to one of the managers that were talking to the boys, introducing you to them. he then allows you to official introduce yourself.

“hello, i’m y/n, i hope we can all get along,” you say with a smile. all the boys smile at you and introduce themselves twice, once fully as a team and then a second with quick single introductions.

“you’ll be seeing y/n around a lot since she’s helping with filming and other tech stuff, so you better treat her nicely when working with her,” one manager says and the boys all nod before they are soon told to go to practice.

when the boys were alone in the practice room, san was the first one to speak up, “did you all feel it too? when you looked her?” the other seven nodded.

“do you think she felt it too?” mingi spoke up this time.

“i think she did, but i’m totally sure,” hongjoong said.

“we should talk to her then!” wooyoung said and the other member except for the two oldest agreed.

“i think if we all try to confess at once then it might scare her away,” seonghwa says. the younger members didn’t want to agree with what he said, but deep down they knew they couldn’t just go and confess that ‘hey, you’re our soulmate!’ especially after just meeting you. they would have to take everything slow if they wanted to do it right with you.

。。。

it’s been around six months since you started working at kq, and you’ve continuously enjoyed every day of it. you’ve found yourself enjoying working with ateez and how all the boys have been nothing but nice to you. sometimes you would still get the feeling like you did when you first met them, but you simply brushed the feeling away thinking that your body was overreacting because they were good looking, nothing else.

“y/n!” speaking of which, you turn to see wooyoung running over to you, “let’s go each lunch! i bet you haven’t eaten yet right?” his smile is so contagious, you just can’t help but smile as well. 

“i haven’t yet, just let me finish this up and we can go eat,” you say and wooyoung nods, his smile never falling. he sits down and watches as you mess around on the computer, uploading the footage that was shot yesterday. once it was done, you turned to wooyoung to let him know you were done.

wooyoung was quick to drag you away and down to the cafeteria that the company had. having lunch with wooyoung was soon becoming a daily thing that the two of you did, sometimes the other members would join and other times it would just be you two. 

“y/n,” someone calls your name earning your attention away from wooyoung was telling you a story about mingi and yeosang. “i’m sorry to bother you but i’m having trouble with my computer, can you come help me. i really need to get this report done,” it was another member of the stuff.

“uh, sure. give me five minutes?” the male staff member nods his head before thanking you and turns to leave. you look back at wooyoung to notice him sending an unhappy glare towards the other male, a frown in place of his usually bright smile.

“wooyoung?” said male quickly looks back to you, his smile returning but you take note that it might be a little forced unlike usual. “i’ll see you later okay? sorry, our lunch got cut short today,” you say, reaching out to lightly pat your hand on top of his. you feel a small jolt almost like a shock of electricity, but you brush off.

“okay, see ya later, y/n,” wooyoung says, a little sad at the fact you had to leave.

once you leave, wooyoung is quick to make his way towards the others. “guys! i think– i think one of the staff members like y/n!”

“what!?” seven voices shout in unison all looking at the black haired male in shock.

。。。

“wow, thanks y/n, you’re a life saver,” the male said once you had fixed the issue with his computer.

“of course! its my job!” you say with a smile. “if that’s all then i’ll be on my way then!” you say getting ready to leave him to his work.

“uhh, actually there is something i wanted to ask you,” he says quickly stopping you in your tracks. you give him a nod for him to continue. “um, i was wondering if maybe you would like to–

“y/n!” a rather loud voice calls scaring not only you two but some of the other staff members around you. you turn to see mingi speed-walking over to you and you’re about to say something to him before he suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder before running away. the sudden actions left the male staff member puzzled. 

“mingi! put me down! what are you doing!?” you say, lightly smacking his shoulder as he continues to carry you through the building before ending up in the practice room with the other ateez members.

once mingi puts you down, you are quick to smack his arm a few times, an annoyed look on your face. you sigh before turning to look at the other members, slightly surprised by what you were looking at.

“um... what’s this?” you ask, taking in the simple yet heartwarming decorations. san and wooyoung were holding two heart-shaped balloons and hongjoong is holding a small, cutely decorated cake which makes you wonder when they had the time to suddenly get these items. 

“y/n, we’ve been thinking about doing this since our first meeting back when you joined the company, and the feeling we all get when look at you or gently brush hands makes only confirms what we’ve been hoping for...” hongjoong starts and you know the feel he’s talking about. the warm sensation when you make eye contact and the jolts of electricity when you brush hands. 

you had scared about meeting your soulmate, afraid you weren’t good enough to be destined for someone. “we think your our soulmate,” the youngest says taking you out of your thoughts.

“i think... i think i am too,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling your face heat up as you look away from them and down at the floor. “to be honest, i came to korea because i was scared of meeting my soulmate and not being good enough for them, but i guess coming to korea was only fated to happen because that’s where i meet them.”

“does– does this mean you’ll accept us?” it was the eldest this time to speak.

“if that means you’ll accept me as well.”

“of course we accept you,” mingi was the one to speak as he picks you up and hugs you tightly. the others are quick to join in on the hug and you can’t help but finally feel truly happy at knowing you found your soulmates and they found you. 

#poly ateez #poly ateez x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez soulmate au #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #polyteez.

[blondsauduun-reads]

The Revolution That’s Been Singing In The Rain (JATP Reggie X Reader)

Pairing: 1995!Reggie x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: some swearing?

Plot: Ok so, it’s a pride parade/riot/demo, in 1995 (or so), and the boys go to support Alex, but surprise! There’s music there too! And Reggie likes the person playing the electric violin at the march. But like it starts to rain and they gotta stop with the instruments and get off the stage but they don’t stop singing. So anyway Reggie is in first row and the band was singing a cover of We Will Rock You and Reg of course knows the lyrics as does everyone. So they start singing and dancing very energetically and passionately in the rain. At the end the violin person gives Reggie their number

A/N: nonbinary reader (they/them pronouns) The link to the electric violin cover of we will rock you without the lyrics. Also. This is the first one-shot I’ve ever written and stuff so please be nice :) yes I accept constructive criticism too.

After practice, Alex had finally mustered up the strength to ask his best friends/bandmates,

“So, there’s this gay thing, on Saturday, and I wanted to ask if it you guys wanted to come with me?” The three other guys were listening closely to him, while fiddling around a bit with their instruments.

“It’s okay though, if you don’t.” Hadn’t even given them time to react, let alone answer. “If you don’t wanna come, I mean.”

A second of silence, the three of them surprised, exchanging looks, the blond one dreading the answer.

“No, yeah, dude.” Luke finally said, leaving his guitar on the stand. “We’ll totally go with you!”

“Yeah! We were just shocked that you’d wanna go.” Bobby said, because he and the two other guys had heard about it but weren’t going to bring it up if Alex wasn’t.

“We’re really proud of you, bro,” Reggie said, hugging his neck from behind. Kinda looked awkward. “I wish I was half as brave as you.”

With the whole AIDs thing, the President, his parents, and you know, the anxiety he lived with, Alex couldn’t really live his whole truth most of the time without fearing for his life, so yes, going to a Pride thing was no small feat for the boy.

“Yep, you can let me go now, Reg.” He chuckled, or coughed, because Reggie wasn’t exactly a spaghetti build person, and was hugging his neck rather tightly.

“So when’s the date bro?” Luke sat down on the couch, spreading himself out like pancake batter on a pan.

It was Saturday. Somehow, Reggie convinced them all to paint lil rainbows on either their cheeks or hands. They all looked adorable, sitting in the metro pressed together like anchovies, all with backpacks loaded with water, their respective lunches, and whatever the hell more fitted in the backpack.

Once they got to the station, they went out, following another group of people dressed for a parade, and in a bit more than five minutes, they were smack in the middle of the parade, chanting something in favor of LGBTQ+ rights.

“Do you hear that?” Reggie asked Alex, but like, screaming.

“Yeah, its about to storm, or something.” He said, looking at the sky, which was getting grayer by the minute.

“Not thunder, it’s like,” The black haired squinted in thought. “it’s like, music, I think. Queen.” He said. “Imma go, be right back!”

Reg disappeared in between the queers at the parade, following that sound.

“Reg, no! Shi…” Alex opened and closed his eyes in disapproval and desperation. “Luke! Bobby! We got a rogue bassist!” Bobby and Luke’s reactions to that were similar to Alex’s.

Meanwhile, Reggie had successfully found the source of the music. At a nearby park, was a stage, like those kinds of stages that can be built in like a day, and on top of it, a rock band.

Said like that, it probably doesn’t sound too special, but the thing was, they were playing a We Will Rock You cover, with an electric violin, or that’s what he could tell from a hundred feet distance from the actual stage, so, continuing squishing himself through the crowd, feeling some droplets of rain on his face, he got closer to the band, until he reached a six feet distance.

Shit, the violin was so incredibly pretty, like, it looked like some sort of futuristic weapon. The guy was loving it. The person playing it though, divine; the way they moved their arms and feet and carried themself. Also, yeah, probably the prettiest person Reg had seen to date.

The band, apart from having the violinist, who also was the backup singer, had a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist, also the lead singer.

Anyway, the scene, everyone stomping their feet on the ground, singing the song with the band, remembering the now dead Freddie Mercury and how iconic he was, the energy of all those people, together in the fight for freedom and equality. The revolution. And the fucking rain.

Droplets were suddenly drops, which then started falling faster, and suddenly the band started panicking a bit, they couldn’t break up these vibes, these people.

So, the three with the string instruments put away the instruments, amps, cables and everything as fast as they could, and the drummer rushing his music cylinders into safety, the only ones carrying the music were the people, among which was Reggie, tearing out his vocal chords singing along the various hundreds of people singing too.

Once all the electric shtick on stage was cleared up, the whole band jumped down from the stage, joining the crowd, singing and stomping.

Buddy you’re an old man poor man

Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day

The violinist, which had seen Reggie look starstruck at them and later on give his all to the music, joined him to sing (and stomp).

They were almost dancing, doing a duet, smiling like children on Christmas morning, being completely soaked through with the rain, and looking at each other with a feeling I can only describe as electricity (and if they looked at each other more electricly, they would have electrocuted themselves along the way.)

You got mud on your face You big disgrace Somebody better put you back in your place

The violinist shot him a wink, he tried to not get flustered, and in return winked back.

We will we will rock you

One last verse to the song, everyone still as excited as they were at the beginning. And yet, this one was sung with intention, with motive, as if they were shouting at the world that they’d rock it to achieve their goal.

We will we will rock you

And that was it. After a couple of seconds, the crowd calmed down and scattered.

“Hey, what are your pronouns?” The violinist asked.

Reggie remembered both the dictionary meaning of pronoun and the context in which it was asked (which Alex so kindly explained to them earlier), “He/Him, I’m Reggie.” He smiled.

“You’re in that band, right? Sunset Curve?” They asked.

“Tell your friends!” I’m pretty sure you can imagine how exactly he said this quote. “I’m the bassist.” Ah yes, and now the important question, “What about you, pronouns and name, I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” They thought for one second before blurting it out, “They/Them, the name’s Y/n.” Y/n stretched out a hand, he seized it and made a mental note to ask Alex about those pronouns after, “So, what brings you here today?”

“Oh, well, my best friend’s gay, but,” He leaned closer to their ear, “I’m like, 90% sure I’m bi.”

“Damn boy, same!” They laughed.

“Anyway, I gotta go now, the instruments are only safe from the rain, not from people,” Y/n scratched the back of their neck. “But, in case I’m not only bi and yearning,” They whipped out a marker from their pocket and scribbled their number on Reggie’s forearm, “give me a call. Maybe we can try to rock out again together.” Wow, so full of confidence, must be the adrenaline that implied losing their instrument over getting a cute bassist as a date.

“Uh, yeah sure,” Y/n was already walking away, smiling at him.” I’ll def give you a call!” There was no answer to that. Only a distant holler.

“Yo! Reggie!” Luke.

“Coming!”

And he did walk over, fishing from his backpack a piece of dry paper and a pen to write down the number on something a bit more permanent. Anyway, he found the guys.

“Remember when I told you I might be bisexual?” He asked, copying the number.

“Yeah, when we were watching Indiana Jones, why?” Alex remembered. Indiana Jones is hot, that’s so not up for discussion.

“Yeah, well” He ripped the page with the number out and stuffed it in his pocket. “now I know, I’m bi.”

“Yeah man, no shit.” Luke teased him. Joke’s on you bitch you’re too.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp one shot #julie and the phantoms one shot #reggie jatp #jatp reggie #reggie julie and the phantoms #jatp x reader #reggie imagine #reggie jatp imagine #reggie jatp x reader #jatp reggie x reader #alex jatp #luke jatp #bobby jatp #sunset curve

[infernwetrust]

It’s The Little Things [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Just a little domestic fun between Duncan and Jim through the art of food. Guest starring you and Michael. 

Warnings: mentions of drug use, just fluff really, swearing

WC: 1.5k

A/N: This was long fucking over due as are many other things that I’m currently working on. I need to work more on my soft side lol. Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by witch

"Don't you fucking do it, Michael." Jim said, gripping the Nintendo switch controller with force. But Michael was already doing it. He threw the infamous blue shell Jim's way, it quickly catching up to him in first place, Michael trailing behind in 2nd. Poor fool, however, too close to Jim, is affected by the blast too, giving you the 1st place advantage and win.

"Fucking idiots." you stated, simply.

"Bullshit." Michael said, reaching for the last bacon-wrapped jalapeño popper off the plate in front of them, but Jim had also reached for it too. It was routine. You and Michael would come over every other Sunday for dinner, usually Jim's cleaning day. And while either Duncan or Jim cooked, games were played, drinks made.

"Let it go." Jim said, challenging Michael with his eyes. "You literally just ate one."

"And you ate the more than half of the plate." he said back. "So you let go."

"I grabbed it first." Jim began to pull it towards him, not caring if his fingers were getting messy.

"Oh fuck off." Michael pulled it back towards him and now the boys were pulling with a force, but not too much, not wanting to snap it in half. Could you blame them for their childishness though? At first glance, Duncan didn't seem like the type to be the master in the kitchen, but he sure was. Wanting to give Jim a break because he's literally been cleaning all day, Duncan offered to cook. Jim's favorite was Duncan's grilled cheese. 7 different types of cheese, turkey, ham, lettuce, and a killer salsa for a fresh taste, it was basically a heart attack on bread, but Jim fucking loved it.

The two were snapped out of their intense gaze when you walked over, snatching it from between their fingers and popping it in your mouth before plopping back down on the couch adjacent to the one Michael and Jim sat on. You returned to whatever you were doing on your phone as if nothing happened, running your tongue over your top set of teeth.

"Problem solved now, yes boys?" you questioned, not pulling your eyes away from your phone. "Maybe you should see if chef Shepherd will give up some more." Michael reached for the plate, but Jim snatched it away from his hand, wanting to be the one that goes into the kitchen to bother Duncan.

In the kitchen, stood Duncan in one of Jim's t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that hung a little bit off his waist. He scanned quickly over his cookbook, one that he put together himself to save all of his favorite recipes. Really, it was Jim who brought out the inner chef in Duncan. He cooked for Duncan nonstop. By the time Duncan had his eyes open for work at 7:00AM, his breakfast was already on the table with his morning coffee. Jim more than had the opportunity to sleep in considering he didn't have to be at work until noon, enjoyed cooking for his boyfriend anyways.

He made sure Duncan always had something to take with him to work for lunch. There was always dinner when he got home, whether Jim cooked it or ordered takeout. Duncan wanted to return the favor and slowly he began cooking too, starting with his grilled cheese. Soon enough food was something the two found themselves bonding even closer over.

*** "Hey what are you-," Duncan began. "Jim no! Those are for the office party today!"

"Huh?" Jim said, his mouth full of chocolate chip muffin. He had eaten about 2 of them and they were pretty decent in size. Duncan stayed up late the previous night to make them, waiting until Jim fell asleep for this exact reason. If he wasn't stuffing his face with one of Duncan's grilled cheeses, it was his chocolate chip muffins. Melt in your mouth, they were to DIE for.

"You knew that my office party was today. I made just enough for everyone because I didn't want to be up super late."

"So that's why I was alone in the bed until midnight. M' sorry, Dunc. Should of told me."

"Told you?! These are your favorite, would it have mattered?"

"Probably not." Jim chuckled, licking the remaining melted chocolate chip off his finger. "I'll make it up to you though."

He walked over to Duncan, using one of his hands to hold the back of his neck. He glided his thumb slowly in circles over the exposed skin, Duncan shivering in response.

"How so?" He stepped closer, pushing Jim back against the counter, but shoving his hands in his pocket to maintain his dominance.

"I'll make those cookies that you like so much. Y'know? The butter crunch ones with the-,"

"Chocolate chips and almond pieces." Duncan finished his sentence with a heavy exhale, excited to hear those words.

"And I'll make 3 batches. 2 for you and 1 for your people, yeah?"

*** "Ocean eyes we're not going to have any brownies, pot or regular if you keep sticking your finger in the batter." Duncan sighed, high out of his mind trying to move around their kitchen. Jim was pretty high too, with a bad case of the munchies, having smoked again a few hours after they had dinner. He had already finished the party sized bag of cool ranch Doritos, and now he was craving something sweet.

Jim had decided that he not only wanted to make regular brownies, but he also wanted to make edibles as well. A friend of his had invited them to a pool party and what better way to spice it up than with some special treats?

"Okay, just one more." Jim said, going in for another scoop.

"Share though." Duncan said, only now realizing just how hungry he actually was. Sure, the actual brownies would have been a lot more filling, but they were too far gone now.

"Nuh Uh. You said we have to stop." Jim turned his back to Duncan, bowl clenched against his chest. "So we're stopping."

"Jim if you don't set that damn bowl down on the counter so we can finish it together."

*** Plenty of good memories came from the kitchen. There were many days and nights of whipped and butter cream filled kisses. One too many glasses of wine or one too many shots. On the nights that the boys did bake together, they found themselves often covered in flour or sugar as one of the two had gotten too frisky, leading to an intense make out session on one of the empty counters or the kitchen island.

There were plenty of jokes told, plenty deep conversations had, and a lot of heart to hearts. If Jim wasn't making Duncan laugh until he either drooled on himself or whatever he was drinking shot out of his nose, the two were complimenting and praising each other. They were always curious to know how each other's day went. Whatever the other wanted to talk about, the other was excited to hear about it. Dinner was never dull between the two, even the times they had fought.

*** "Here try this." Duncan said, sliding his plate over to Jim who peered down at his phone. Jim, hungry, gave it no second thoughts, immediately taking a bite.

"Wow this is a fucking, nut." Jim said as the sandwich basically melted in his mouth. "You like comfort food, huh?"

"College will do that to you." Duncan replied, chuckling at Jim's response. "But I'm guessing you like it?"

"Like it? Dunc, this is genius."

"Well, you're always cooking for me and I wanted to return the favor. It isn't much but..."

"I wish you'd stop doing that. Y'know? Like you always tell me. Own it, scruffy." Duncan gave Jim a closed eye smile at the nickname, referring to his facial hair. "You made this. It was your idea and I love it. Stop always trying to down play yourself, right?"

"So you do listen when I talk?" Duncan joked.

"Mmmph." was all Jim got out, his mouth full of grilled cheese.

"Let me cook for you, then." Duncan suddenly said. "Tonight. Take the night off. Let me spoil you?"

"The more you talk, the more I get like this, raging hard on."

Duncan nearly choked on his drink, laughing at what Jim said. Jim was all like that since the very beginning and it only showed more once they finally moved in together. He was always so playful and immature, but he knew when he needed to be serious. More like, he knew when Duncan was serious. Because face it, Jim could play and make jokes all day. However, it brought Duncan peace and higher sense of humor, something that laid dormant in him while he lived in DC.

*** "Can I kiss the chef?" Jim asked as he approached Duncan from behind, gently setting the plate on the island behind him. He licked the remaining cream cheese off of his fingers from his brief struggle with Michael.

"Depends." Duncan answered, looking at Jim over his shoulder. "Are you actually here to kiss the chef or are you here for something else?"

"Both." Jim answered honestly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Well you can only have one thing and it isn't more poppers."

Taglist: @jimmason​ @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake @xavierplympton @mikhalxngdon @fernfiction @theneverendinghunger

#cody fern #cody fern imagine #jim mason #jim mason imagine #the tribes of palos verdes #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd x Jim mason #house of cards #duncan x jim

[lonelyheartash]

In My Defense - a.i.

Part 1

(gif credit to @ghostofmashton​ / @lfwallscouldtalk​ ) this is my first fic be nice

Summary: the defense doesn’t rest when love is involved

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Female OC

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cock and pussy

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McKenna knew the frat scene wasn’t for her, but she needed to get out of her apartment. All the studying and all nighters she had pulled in the last two weeks earned her a night of reckless abandon. She walked into the noisy frat house, hoisting her pleated skirt up a little higher. If she was going to party, she was going to do it right. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed herself a red solo cup, filling it with Cherry Coke and vanilla rum. She sipped her drink as she took in her surroundings.

Nearly every frat guy in the house had his hands on some girl. McKenna shook her head and downed the rest of her drink before heading off to find someone she knew. The only person she knew for sure was at this party was her old lab partner, Becky Gordon. She wouldn’t call them friends, but they were always friendly with each other. Becky still sent McKenna memes every now and then, so McKenna figured they were close enough to friends to hang out at a party together. She made her way over to the far wall where Becky was smoking a joint with a tan, dark haired boy.

“Hey, McKenna! I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” Becky smiled softly, her white teeth sparkling despite the dim light.

“I didn’t know I was either. I just needed a break from studying.” McKenna shrugged. “Thought you hated the taste of weed?”

“I do, but when it’s mixed with vodka, it’s a little better.” Becky giggled softly and took a drag, handing it back to the boy. “I’ll catch you later, Calum.” Becky said, walking to the kitchen with McKenna.

“Whatcha drinkin’?” McKenna asked, grabbing two cups.

“Vodka and Sprite.” Becky said and watched McKenna make the drinks. She handed one of the cups to Becky and took a sip of her own. “You know, I think I’m gonna hook up with Calum. I’ll come find you later.” Becky said and McKenna laughed softly.

“Enjoy yourself, Becky.” She smiled, waving her off. She leaned against the doorframe and sipped her drink.

“Hey, pretty lady. You come to these often?” McKenna looked up as a boy she didn’t recognize leaned against the door next to her.

“Uh, no, not really.” McKenna said, finishing her drink.

“I figured. I would’ve recognized your gorgeous body.” He smirked down at her.

“Who have you got here, Brody?” Another boy asked, standing on the other side of McKenna.

“Just a pretty lady, Brady.” Brody chuckled and leaned closer to McKenna.

“You’re both very kind, but I’m not interested.” McKenna said, swallowing hard.

“Mm, I know how to get you interested.” Brady smirked, twirling Mckenna’s hair around his finger. McKenna opened her mouth to protest his advances when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist.

“Hey, babe, who are these fucks?” McKenna looked up and sighed in relief when she saw Ashton. He was known around campus as the frat angel. He was the president of Sigma Nu and worked hard to create a safe campus for everyone.

“Apparently, their names are Brody and Brady.” McKenna said, relaxing back against Ashton.

“Well, Brody and Brady, kindly fuck off. My girlfriend was just waiting for me to use the bathroom, not waiting to be hit on by two scumbags.” Ashton said, leading McKenna to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Ashton. Really.” McKenna sighed, looking up at him.

“No problem. I could tell you weren’t comfortable with them around.” Ashton shrugged and poured out a few shots of rum. He slid two to McKenna and kept two for himself.

“I really appreciate you stepping in.” McKenna smiled softly and downed both her shots, scrunching her face at the taste.

“Can’t handle your alcohol, huh?” Ashton chuckled.

“I can, it’s just not a pleasant taste. I can shoot tequila without making a face.” McKenna defended.

“Prove it.” Ashton said, sliding her a bottle of tequila. She took the bottle and poured a shot, downing it effortlessly. Ashton watched her, astonishment apparent on his face.

“Proved it.” McKenna giggled, hiccuping quietly. “Ashton?”

“Yes, McKenna?” Ashton smiled down at her.

“I would like to kiss you.” She said, the alcohol definitely hitting her now.

“Oh, you would?” Ashton chuckled. “I think I can allow that.” He smiled, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her lips mould against his. “Mm, wanna get out of here?”

“Yes, but only for a little.” She giggled, running her fingers through his hair.

“My car’s right outside.” Ashton grinned and pulled McKenna outside with him. He led her to the car and slid into the backseat. McKenna slid in next to him and straddled his hips as she pressed her lips back to his.

“I’ve never done it in a car before.” McKenna hummed, pulling her shirt off.

“I haven’t either.” Ashton mused, pulling his own off. McKenna giggled quietly and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing it in the front seat. Ashton laid her on the seats as he pushed his black jeans and boxers down. He pressed light kisses down McKenna’s neck and to her chest as he slipped her thong down her legs. McKenna gasped softly as Ashton inserted two fingers into her heat, curling them against her walls.

“Fuck, more, please.” McKenna moaned, bucking her hips. Ashton chuckled and pumped his fingers quickly. “Just like that.” McKenna moaned louder. Ashton pressed kisses to her nuck, sucking at the skin gently as he worked his fingers.

“You like that, baby girl?” Ashton smirked, rubbing his thumb against her clit.

“Yes. Oh, god. I’m so close.” Mckenna moaned, arching her back.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?” Ashton chuckled, pulling his fingers from her heat and sucking them clean. McKenna whined softly at the loss of contact.

“Please, make me cum, sir.” McKenna whimpered, looking up at Ashton. His eyes turned dark with lust as he pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips in sync with his. Ashton hummed and rubbed the tip of his cock between her folds. He held her hips tightly as he bottomed out, a low groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, give it to me.” McKenna moaned.

“You wanna fuckin’ scream for me?” Ashton grunted and pounded his hips against hers.

“Uh huh.” McKenna moaned louder.

“Words, sweetheart.” Ashton demanded, gripping her hair.

“Yes, sir.” McKenna gasped, looking up at Ashton.

“That’s better.” Ashton moaned and pounded into her. McKenna gripped Ashton’s bicep as his name fell from her lips like a mantra. “God, this pussy was made for me.” Ashton groaned, bringing his thumb back to her clit.

“Fuck! I’m cumming.” McKenna whimpered, her walls clenching around his cock.

“Not until I say you can.” Ashton said, rubbing fast circles against her clit. McKenna let out a ragged scream and dug her manicured nails into Ashton’s bicep.

“Please, sir. Please, let me cum.” McKenna begged.

“Cum for me.” Ashton groaned, pounding his hips against hers. McKenna moaned loudly as her high washed over her, her toes curling inside her converse. “Such a good girl, Micky.” Ashton groaned as his load coated her walls. McKenna gasped softly and relaxed back against the seat, both from the euphoria and the unexpected nickname.

“So fucking good..” McKenna hummed, letting her eyes close. Ashton chuckled and pulled up his boxers and jeans.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll drive you home?” Ashton smiled, rubbing her cheek gently.

“Yeah, okay..” McKenna hummed and pulled her shirt and skirt on slowly, laying down in the backseat. Ashton smiled to himself and climbed into the driver seat. He drove to McKenna’s apartment as she fell asleep in his backseat. He parked in front of the building and carefully lifted McKenna from the backseat. He fished her keys from her bra and unlocked the door, carrying her up the stairs. He laid her in her bed and tucked her in.

“See you Monday, Micky.” Ashton whispered as he plugged her phone in and placed it on her nightstand.

~~~ On Monday, McKenna trudged to class, still tired from the weekend. She sat in her seat and pulled out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. She looked up when Ashton sat in the seat next to her. “Oh, hey.” She smiled a little.

“Hi.” Ashton said, a grin tugging at his lips.

“I didn’t know you were in this class.” McKenna said, setting her phone aside.

“I am. I’m also in your accounting class, theory of management, and macro economics.” Ashton nodded, leaning back in his seat.

“Wow, how did I not notice?” McKenna asked.

“I don’t usually come to class. I can teach myself better than any of these old coots can.” Ashton shrugged. “Anyways, I was thinking we could become, ya know, study buddies.”

“Study buddies?” McKenna asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Study buddies who also have sex sometimes.” He said, smirking softly.

“Well, in that case..” McKenna giggled softly. She wrote her phone number on a piece of notebook paper and slid it to Ashton. “Let me know when you’re free for either one.”

“Oh, I sure will.” Ashton grinned.

#Ashton Irwin #calum hood #Michael clifford #Luke hemmings #smut #5sos smut #5sos fic #Ashton fic #fanfic #my writing #5sos writing

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

Hangover Well Worth It

Summary: Bucky wakes with the worst hangover of his life. All he wants is some breakfast. When he gets to the kitchen for some, he has a slight problem. He’s in the wrong apartment. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Alcohol mention, hangovers, embarrassment, fluff

written for @captain-rogers-beard​‘s  Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge.

Prompt: Hangover

Bucky wakes with a groan in the back of his throat and a sandpaper tongue and a person inside his head that has the nerve to jackhammer against his skull. It takes Herculean effort just to get his eyes opened and when he does, he just shuts them again. Too bright. Much too bright. 

Ugh, why he let Natasha convince him to do shots of Jager is beyond him, but he’s certainly paying for it now. Thank god he doesn’t have work today. No way could he drag himself all the way to Stark Industry-NYC and do any sort of advertisement.  

All Bucky plans on doing today is eating breakfast--if he can stomach it--and popping some aspirin and curling up in a Bucky Burrito on the couch to binge Netflix. Sounds like a good idea. It’d be even better if he had someone to hold him through it. Guess breakfast will have to do.

In fact, from the smell of it, Clint is already up cooking breakfast. Pancakes. Eggs. And...bacon, oh dear god, thank you. Coffee, too, and since this is Clint making it, it’s gotta be perfect. 

Rolling out of bed in just his boxers, Bucky barely even opens his eyes as he ambles into the kitchen. He smacks his lips and moans and plops into the nearest seat at the end of the table. Bucky drops his head down and pillows them in his arms.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead.” 

Okay, well, now his eyes go wide because that’s definitely not Clint’s voice. Bucky lifts his head just enough to look up and realizes that there’s some blond guy in his kitchen. In a pair of pajama pants and T-shirt that’s probably a size-too-small, he’s at the stove cooking the bacon. 

“Wh-who’re you?” Bucky asks. “And why’re you in my kitchen?”

Frying pan in hand, he chuckles and turns to scoop some scrambled eggs on a plate next to a stack of pancakes. When Bucky gets a good look at him, he realizes that he’s the hot guy who lives down the hall. Steve Rogers. The guy that Bucky’s attempted to ask him out several times only to sputter over words and manage, at most, a hi, how are you or nice weather we’re having, huh. Majorly embarrassing. Even worse since when he’s not trying to ask him out, he’s perfectly capable of having a conversation with him.

They’re always fun, too. They like the same movies. Music. Shows. They spent over an hour hanging out on the rooftop during random get-togethers. 

Steve does graphic design for SHIELD, an LGBTQ Organization and volunteers as a counselor for LGBTQ youth and paints and apparently makes breakfast for his neighbors when they’re having one of the most horrible hangovers of their life.  

“I think the better question is what you’re doing in my kitchen.” Steve places the full plate in front of Bucky. “And to answer it, I awoke last night...” He pauses and snickers. “Well, more like this morning since it was after four, to someone desperately attempting to get into my apartment. And when I opened the door to see what was going on, someone called me a waste of a door and shoved me out of the way and then stumbled into my bedroom, stripping as they did, and then passed out in my bed.” 

Face burning red, and by extension making his stomach turn and his head hurt even more, Bucky doesn’t even know how to respond to this. He’s not sure if there’s a stronger word than humiliated but if there is, that’s him right about now. 

“I...I’m so sorry, Steve, I...” Bucky sighs. “I...”

Realizing that he’s literally sitting there in his underwear, Bucky blushes even more, and even if he figures out something to say, he won’t be able to say it. This has got to be the worst morning ever. 

“Here’s some water,” Steve says, placing a glass next to the plate. “I have aspirin, too, if you want.”

For someone who got woken up at four in the morning by his asshole neighbor drunkenly mistaking the wrong apartment for his and then passing out half-naked in his bed, this guy is awfully generous. 

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers. “I’m...I’m really sorry about this.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Who hasn’t forced their way into a neighbor’s place when they were drunk?”

“You’ve done this?”

“No. Never.” He laughs at his joke and just it makes his baby blues twinkle. Bucky’s belly twists again. Nothing to do with the hangover this time. “But, really, it’s okay. I have done some crazy things when drunk.”

Appreciative of the sympathy--while somehow not sounding like he pities Bucky either--Bucky grins, sheepishly. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Once, my first year of college, I was walking back to my dorm with some buddies and decided it would be a great idea to moon a bunch of cops.”

Bucky, having just taken a sip of water, nearly spits it out. He needs to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from doing so. 

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “So, I kinda have a record. Hope that doesn’t ruin your breakfast.” 

“Not at all,” Bucky laughs. “Makes me feel a little bit better. A little bit.”

This gets him a soft smile and Bucky scoops up some of the eggs, awkward and unsure. Steve made them for him, so no matter how embarrassed he feels, it’d probably be rude not to eat them. Plus, he’s starving. Plus, it’s a really sweet gesture. Plus, wow, these’re really good.

But he still feels totally ridiculous, so maybe it’d be better if he just left. Although, he really wants to finish the food. 

“Um, these are really good,” Bucky murmurs. “But, if you want me to leave, I totally understand.”

“No, no!” Steve shakes his head very quickly. As though the idea of Bucky leaving right now is the very last thing he wants. “That’s fine. Finish your food.”

Steve sorta blinks like he’s suddenly shy and after clearing his throat, he gets up from the table and starts washing the dishes. Shit, Steve is hot. Even standing by the sink washing dishes in pajamas with water splashing onto his shirt and suds dripping onto the floor.

“Th-thanks. Um.” Bucky pushes some food around on the plate. “I can’t believe you’re being so cool about this.”

This time, Steve blushes. He blushes so hard that it reaches the tips of his ears and he folds in a smile.

“Well, I just figured I could hold it over your head forever.” 

"Oh, gee,” Bucky scoffs a laugh. “Thanks a lot. And here I thought you were just awesome.”

Eyes squeezed closed, Steve pinches between them and laughs to himself with a shake of his head. 

“There is also that other thing.”

“Which is?”

“I...kinda wanted to ask you out on a...date...” Steve laughs again, this time, Bucky thinks, a bundle of nerves. “But I chickened out every time I tried. So...”

Still reeling in that pretty smile of his, Steve lets it out and turns it on Bucky, and hot damn, that’s a smile that’ll make Bucky go weak at the knees whenever he sees it.

Heart skipping a beat, Bucky nibbles on his lip and almost can’t believe his ears. Given the hangover, he really wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hallucinating that the hot guy that he’s had a crush on for months just told him he’s been trying to ask him out on a date. 

“So you made me breakfast after I practically broke into your apartment and demanded I sleep here?”

Steve chuckles and sits down again, this time with a cup of coffee. He scoops some sugar into it and shrugs. 

“I mean...” He giggles. Outright giggles and Bucky didn’t think he could be more smitten with the guy. “I, uh, yeah. I figured, why not?”

“Um, maybe...” Bucky holds in a delighted chuckle. “Maybe, later, I can make you some lunch? When I’m not in my underwear.”

“I dunno.” Steve shrugs. “I kinda like you in your underwear oh my god, I’m sorry!” He hides his face in his hands. “I’m sorry! That was horrible, I shouldn’t’ve--”

“It’s okay, Steve.” Oh, Bucky really likes to say his name already. “That’s was...awesome. And not at all embarrassing.”

Looking over the tips of his fingers, Steve is clearly trying not to burst out laughing.

“Am I uninvited to lunch?”

“Not at all. In fact.” Bucky bats his eyes. “I think lunch’ll be an even better way to get rid of my hangover.” 

Steve smiles some more, and yes, that smile’ll pierce Bucky’s heart every time. Without a doubt. 

“I could...maybe wrap you in a blanket?” he offers. “Hold a cold compress over your head. Get you water. Stop me anytime.” 

“Actually, I’d really like that.” 

They smile at each other. The last thing Bucky expected to do when he first woke up this morning was going out on a date with Steve Rogers, the guy he’s been crushing on for months. 

Hangover well worth it. 

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #marvel #flex your writing muscles challenge #kellsficlet #marvel fic

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title | Photograph

genre | fluff

warnings | none

word count | ~1.5k words

requested | nope~

description | where jisung gets dared to take a picture with you, otherwise he'll have to ask you out. either way induces a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.

z.txt | okay, so i've changed how it looks (again) lol, so i'm reblogging it, and wow... i can't believe this was my first oneshot... i remember making this in celebration because i came back to tumblr for the first time :D i've gone through this and i think i've improved on my writing a bit :DD ok here you go~~

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"Oh, God, no," Jisung groans as his friends cheered, all looking to one specific girl who sat down under the tree. "No, no, no, no way!"

"A dare's a dare, Jisung," Chenle grinned, mocking him with his own words. "You better do it."

"There's no way I'm gonna take a picture with Y/n!" Jisung said in panic, braving a glance towards you, who sat peacefully on the grass. "No way!"

"C'mon, dude," Haechan smirked, putting an arm around Jisung's shoulders. "So what if you ask for a picture? It's just a picture."

"God, it's gonna be so obvious!" Jisung whined as they stood up, dragging the poor boy to the exit. Jisung tried turning around, but it seems like Jeno, who was now in Haechan's place, wasn't having any of it.

"What's gonna be so obvious?" Renjun teased.

Jisung blushed a bright pink. "You know what! Just– change the dare!"

"Alright," Jaemin smirked. "But you've gotta pick and do at least one by the end of lunch."

"Anything," Jisung pleaded as they stopped in the hallway. Wrong move.

"It's either you ask Y/n out on a date date," Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows. "Or you take a selfie with her."

"You could do both," Chenle grinned. "That works too."

"Oh, no, no, no," Jisung repeated like a mantra, trying ineffectively to resist his friends' force as they pushed him to the exit. "No, oh God, no!"

"Oh, come on, Jisung!" Haechan huffed, holding the struggling boy captive. "Just one picture, just one date. If she rejects you, well, that's impossible."

"How'd you know that?" Jisung asked, miserably trying and failing to escape from Jeno's grasp. "She'd reject me on the spot."

Haechan shrugged as they began to push him towards you again. "I have my sources."

Despite his struggling, deep inside, Jisung had wanted to do this dare, much more than he was letting out. If you did reject him, well, he had an excuse. And if you didn't, he might as well be the happiest boy on Earth.

Soon enough, you were right there in front of him, serene and at peace, softly bobbing your head along to the song playing in your earphones. Jisung simply gave up at this point, looking to his friends who all hid behind another closeby tree nervously. They all gave him a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath, he sat down beside you, making his friends squeal silently.

"Uh- excuse me?" Jisung said timidly, but seeing as you had music blasting through your ears, you didn't hear a thing.

Jisung raised a shaky hand and tapped your shoulder lightly. "E- excuse me, Y/n?"

You turned your head quickly out of surprise, but the gesture caught him off guard, his face suddenly in front of yours. Your cheeks both tinted pink when you had regained your composure.

"Oh– Jisung," you said, taking your earphones out and putting your book down. "What- what brings you here?"

"W- well, uh–" Jisung struggled to form a proper sentence, trying to get his thoughts in check. "I was wondering... you think you could– we could take a picture.... together...?"

His voice got tinier and tinier at the end and it had made you give him a warm smile that had butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"A picture?" you asked. "What for?"

"That- that's not important now," Jisung said, clearly embarrassed as he took his phone out nervously. He looked to you, biting the inside of his cheeks. "So...?"

Who were you to say no to Park Jisung?

"Of course," you said, easing his nerves a bit, but their shot back up as soon as you scoot closer to him to fit in his camera's frame.

It was awkward at first, his hands shaking and sweating, your body angled awkwardly toward the camera, but soon enough, after a bit of teasing from you and some small talk, he loosened up a bit, and you did too. Your elbow now rested on his shoulder, and you two grinned, laughing as you made faces to capture.

"It's a nice book, really," you hummed, running a hand over the cover. You look up to him. "Say, do you want to borrow it?"

Jisung's cheeks flushed. "Oh, no– it's fine. You're still reading it. I can just borrow afterwards."

You chuckled, handing him the book. "It's fine. I don't remember how many times I've even read it. It's called rereading, if you didn't know."

"Hey," Jisung said as he took the book from your hands. "I do know what rereading is. Just, not that you've reread this book."

You chuckled. "I know."

The two of you just sat there on the grass, backs leant against the tree, stealing glances at each other that Jisung's friends hidden behind a neighboring tree didn't miss and didn't hesitate to point out to Jisung, who forgot they were even there.

"Ask her out!" Chenle half-whispered, half-shouted, making Jisung widen his eyes and gesture for him to hide while Jaemin urgently pulled the boy back.

"What was that?" you asked, looking around suspisciously, meeting Jisung's shaking eyes.

"Uh, nothing!" Jisung said a bit too quickly, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. He knew he already succeeded in his dare, why did he want to ask you out now too?

You nodded, clearly not believing him, but letting it slide. You got up, which surprised Jisung, the boy standing up after you.

"Well," you said, dusting off your skirt. You smiled at him, somehow sad you had to leave. "I guess I have to go now. Class will start soon and my classroom's on the other side of the campus."

"Wait," Jisung said as soon as you turned around, trying to grab your wrist, like what he saw in the movies, but he missed, grabbing your hand instead. He blushed. "I- I, uh, want to ask you something."

You turned around, cheeks the same shade as his, feeling his hands begin to sweat. Your heart beat faster in your chest, thumping against your ribcage harshly. Was he gonna say what you think he'll say?

"What is it?" you asked, almost a whisper. "Jisung?"

"Do you–" Jisung inhaled deeply. "Do you think we could meet up some time? Like- like at the cafe across the street or the library or something? I- I mean, I need to give you the book back, don't I?"

You let a relieved laugh slip from your lips, and it scared Jisung a bit. Why were you laughing? Were you gonna reject him? Oh no–

"Jisung," you said again, a soft smile on your lips. "I'd love to hang out with you some time. Anytime. Just send me when and where, I'll be there."

Jisung's head was pretty much a mess right now. He just asked the prettiest girl in school out, and she said yes. He wanted to slap himself. Was he dreaming? The electricity he felt run up his arm when you squeezed his hand before letting go told him he wasn't.

"How- how will I contact you?" Jisung asked you.

You gave him a grin. "Check the back of the book. It's for when it gets lost."

Jisung turned to the back cover and saw a name and a phone number written on it. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, isn't this your brother's name?"

You laughed brightly. "It's just so no one tries anything if I leave a book lost somewhere. It's happened a few times before."

It was silent for a few moments, just the two of you looking at one another with shy smiles, standing awkwardly in front of each other.

"So," Jisung finally breaks the silence, looking down to his feet as he breaks eye contact. "You- you think tomorrow's okay?"

"To meet up?" you asked. Jisung nodded eagerly, making you chuckle. "Of course! Just send me the photos and I'll be there for sure!"

Jisung smiled, your heart doing a little flip when he did so. "I will."

The two of you bid your goodbyes, you gathering enough courage to wink at Jisung, making his cheeks heat up once again, and he made his way back to his friends with a stupidly wide smile on his face and unsteady feet.

"Woah, dude," Chenle grinned as they all pat their friend's back. "You look like you're drunk."

"Yeah," Jisung grinned back. "Drunk with Y/n~"

"Oh God, she broke him," Renjun snorted.

"So I take it as you got the date?" Jaemin hummed.

Jisung nodded excitedly. "Yep! And I got the pictures! Plus her number!"

Jeno whistled. "Jisung's got the girl alright."

"Ha!" Haechan pumped his fist into the air. "Told you it'd work out fine!"

"Shut up," Jisung mumbled, cheeks turning pink.

And when the topic strayed further and further away from you, Jisung found himself daydreaming about you. He always imagined how a date with you would go. Now, he'd have to work hard to put it into reality. Especially since that reality was with you.

Safe to say, he sent you the pictures (definitely not during history), confirming your attendance for tomorrow's date. Soon enough, one date lead to another, and another, and another, each one with their own corresponding photographs as memories with each other add up.

One date after another, one memory after another, one photograph after another. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Party (Peter Parker)

Anonymous asked:

Hey :) Can I request the prompts 5,18,33 with Peter? I was thinking about being at a party, or any other place, totally up to you, and then your ex shows up and starts flirting, even though he's aware of all he'd done to you, and then when Peter shows up he starts slut shaming you so yeah it's a bit of angsty.

“i can’t believe you” + “let’s drink” + “i don’t think i can ever trust you again”

hi anon! i hope you like it! thank you for sending this in! please read the warnings :) the end can be read anyway you want! 

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Peter Parker x Reader (Angst) Warnings: drinking, cursing, and sadness Word Count: 1.5k 

The night was young, and you wanted to have fun. After you got into a fight with your boyfriend, Peter, he blew you off, and swung away, saying he had “Spider-Man duties” to do and you wanted to do something, to distract you. You knew he just didn’t want to continue talking with you, after the argument about safety. He seemed to only care about your safety, and not his, which you thought was dumb, since he needed to be protecting himself.

After he left, your friend, Riley, sent you a text, inviting you to her party. You usually didn’t like going to parties, but today was different and you quickly sent her back a yes, and you started getting ready. You didn’t bother telling Peter, because he really did piss you off. It hurt your feelings that whenever the two of you get into arguments about safety, he runs off. It made you feel low, and tonight, you knew you shouldn’t let it get to you. You put your tough face on, as you looked back into the mirror, eyeing your outfit in satisfaction.

You turned your phone off once you got to the party, not wanting to deal with anyone else tonight. The party was blasting music, and people were swaying back and forth, with drinks in their hands. You grinned at the sight of your friend, “Hey Riley!” You called out, greeting her and giving her a quick hug. She giggled back at you, intoxicated, “Hey didn’t know if you were actually coming!” She responded to which you only shrugged to. You really didn’t hope she would talk about Peter, and you could see she got the hint when she looked back at your face, seeing your upset expression.

She nodded, sighing, but quickly turned around, pulling a random body out of the crowd. You laughed at your friend in disbelief when she snorted out, “Wow, fuck he’s hot.” You instantly groaned, seeing it was your ex-boyfriend, Julian. He raised his eyebrows back at you, surprised as well.

“Hey there,” He mumbled to you, as Riley got distracted by incoming people. She ran off after sending you guys a cheeky grin. “Uh, hi.” You responded, feeling slightly awkward. The two of you stared at each other for a few silent seconds, before Julian spoke up again, “Uh, let’s drink!” You instantly nodded, not wanting to stand in silence for a few more moments, and the two of you walked over outside again, to the table with random drinks. You grabbed a random one, checking if it was safe to drink, and shrugged at yourself, before taking a sip.

You looked from side to side, trying to see if Riley was around, but she was no where to be seen. You glanced back to Julian, “So how’s life?” You asked, trying to fill in the silence again. Julian grinned, shaking his head at your words, “All good, uh, listen I know you’re seeing someone new,” He paused, before taking a giant gulp.

You raised your eyebrows back at him, curious to see what he was going to say. “I should’ve said this before, but I’m just sorry about how things ended between us. I shouldn’t have been talking to those girls and stuff. It was a real dick move.” Julian finished up, as you hid your face in your drink. You took large sips, before finally pulling away from it.

“I forgave you already. Doesn’t matter to me anymore.” You expressed, shrugging again to him as he looked at you in shock. “You serious?” He questioned, in disbelief. You nodded again, looking away from him as he laughed out in surprise. You just didn’t really care much about it, it was years ago now, and the two of you just made out, nothing else.

Julien hiccupped loudly, making you glance back at him, noticing his red face. “You okay?” You asked, seeing him place his drink down and giggle drunkenly. You grimaced as he opened his mouth again, “That was the fifth tonight. But you’re looking real good, like a snack.” His voice came out and you shook your head at his words and rolled your eyes.

“If we got together, I can show you things that little Peter guy can’t even think of.” Julian declared loudly, and you laughed at that, finding his drunken words hilarious. It was weird seeing him after all these years, and you can see he still acts the same. A loud yell pulled the two of you out of the weird chatter, looking over to the source of the shout.

Your eyes widened in shock, seeing it was your boyfriend, “Peter?” You called out, confused. Peter was livid. He was swinging around this area, for his Spider-Man duties, and he noticed you standing here with your ex. The two of you were standing close together, and he knew he had to confront you. He quickly changed out of his suit, pushing it into his bag, and he quickly hurried back outside where you and your ex were.

When Peter ran off earlier today from the argument, he felt like it would only go in circles, about safety. And he knew about what your ex did to you, and to see you standing close to him here, just pissed him off more. “I can’t believe you!” He exclaimed as he got to you and Julian. You backed away just a bit, feeling his hostile tone at you, “What are you talking about?” You questioned, confused.

“You’re here with him,” Peter bit back, glancing at Julian and scoffing, “Is that what you do when I’m out?” You shook your head in anger and disbelief, “Peter you’re being fucking stupid!” You shot back, and Julian raised his arms as if he’d been caught and started backing away.

“You slept with him, didn’t you? You probably slept with a few other guys here!” Peter shouted, and you gasped. What the fuck? You would never ever cheat on anyone, let alone Peter, but here he was accusing you of that. Your face dropped into a deep frown as he continued, “I shouldn’t have even asked you out. That was a big mistake, obviously, since you’re just someone else’s mess.” You started blinking away tears as Peter kept shouting at you, and Julian stopped in his tracks hearing Peter.

Julian drunkenly walked back over to Peter with confidence, “What the fuck is wrong with you? She never slept with me! That’s one of the reasons I left, don’t fucking drag her down like that. You can say that about me instead, I’m fine with that. She’s the decent one here!” You glanced at Julian as he started turning even more red in anger as Peter glanced back to you, in massive guilt and realization.

“I-I got to go.” You stuttered out, trying to hide your tears now from the crowd that circled the three of you. You shrugged and pushed past them, quickly running out the door as Peter started yelling out your name and following you. The fresh air and silence hit you again once you got a few feet away from the house party and you slowly turned to see Peter standing behind you with a guilty expression.

“Babe-” Peter started but you cut him off, “We’re through. Don’t fucking talk to me again, you knew what happened with Julian, and you fucking- I don’t think I can ever trust you again. Get away from me.” The anger and betrayal in your voice made Peter feel a lodge in his throat, and he stared back at you in silence as you walked off.

You managed to get home an hour later, walking around aimlessly, trying to calm down your tears. Fucking Peter… You were so angry at him. And you felt strange how Julian protected and defending you back there, but it just shows how much Peter didn’t even trust you. How could he trust you with him being Spider-Man, but he can’t trust you when you’re at a party? It just hurt. Your throat was in pain by the time you stepped into your bedroom, and you didn’t even bother changing out of your clothes. You sniffled loudly and opened your phone, ignoring all the text messages and phone calls people sent you. You instead looked at the stuff Peter had sent you in that time, and you groaned in anger at some of the texts. Stupid boys! You tossed your phone back down on the floor, not bothering to see if it cracked.

You fell asleep somehow that night, and when you woke up, you groaned at the state you were in. Puffy eyes, and messed up clothes, you just wanted to forget the whole night. You walked over to the shower, quickly splashing off, and cleaning up, then you dressed yourself in pajamas, knowing you didn’t want to go out today. You looked over to your phone, seeing Peter called you again.

You shook your head at it, ignoring it. Julian had texted you though, after so long, and you read through it quickly. “Sorry about last night, it was a mess.” You rolled your eyes at it, not caring to respond. The doorbell rang making you snap your attention up, and you slowly walked over to the door, opening it up just slightly.

“I’m so sorry, I fucked up. It- I love you, please we need to talk!” Peter begged you, once you opened the door. He was crying, red faced, and holding dozens of flowers in his hands. You glanced down at his outfit, realizing it was the same as last night, and you sighed. You stood for a second, not sure of what to do before opening the door completely, and letting him in.

You didn’t know whether you would ever forgive Peter again. It hurt too much but you still loved him. - tagging: @lozzypoz321​ @itscaminow​

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Chairs (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfic, or just first any sort of writing that I’ve written to post online. Feedback would be severely appreciated! And requests are open.

Summary: You work as Jim Beach’s assistant and have always had a thing for Roger. One day at the studio you accidentally damage Roger’s drum chair and have to bring a replacement.  Can be read as Ben!Roger Warnings: Light cursing Words: 1.5k 

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You walked into the studio lugging behind an armchair that was too big for you to carry. You dragged it into the recording booth and set it down behind the drums. Putting your hands on your waist, you looked up with a satisfied grin at the four boys huddled to the side over sheets of lyrics and notes.

You cleared your throat and they looked up.

“Ta-da!” you piped, holding out your arms towards the chair.

Roger looked at you incredulously, and John burst into a laugh.

“No fucking way. Y/N, do you even know what a drum stool looks like?” Roger asked, his voice rising in pitch. “I mean, one would think so since you’re the one who broke it.”

He was referring to how you had accidentally knocked off one of the legs of the studio’s drum stool that morning when you were helping them set up. You were supposed to wait for Jim and help the boys with whatever they needed until he got there. Instead, you were left mortified when you tripped and rendered the chair too imbalanced to sit on. You had apologised profusely even though the boys weren’t exceptionally mad, and had promised to buy a replacement as soon as possible. And that is what you had headed out to do.

Roger walked up to the dark green velvet chair and was still talking. “This is rock ‘n’ roll, not a fucking luncheon with the Queen! Wha-uh, how am I even supposed to play sitting on this?”

“The store was closed,” you explained, “so I brought this from my apartment. But I promise you will have a brand new, super-shiny, super-cool drum stool tomorrow.”

Roger eyed you, unconvinced.

“Come on Rog,” Brian said humorously, “at least it’s better than trying to stand and play, which you clearly can’t.”

“Oh, enjoy a little luxury, Roger!” Freddie said, putting his hand on Roger’s shoulder as he walked across him to admire the chair, “I wouldn’t mind having this instead of that creaky old thing with the cushion all falling out.” Freddie ran his hand over the velvet and murmured “I must say darling, you have quite a taste,” to which you beamed.

Roger stood there looking at the chair with a slight, suspicious grimace.

“Come on,” you patted on the seat. “Give it a go,” you smiled smugly.

Roger looked at you briefly before settling on the armchair and picking up his drumsticks. “I suppose it works, but only for today,” he said, placing his feet on the pedals.

“I don’t know,” John clucked, “it looks pretty good. I suggest we bring it into the show. Goes with our whole theme too.”

Roger shot him a look and John, along with everyone else, laughed.

As they resumed their practice, you perched yourself on the couch outside the recording booth. Jim had phoned in to tell you that the matter you two had been working on had been sorted, and that you were free to take the rest of the day off. You decided to stay and watch. Mostly your eyes rested on Roger, you wouldn’t admit but you had been attracted to him since when you started working for Jim. He was utterly focused, with his eyebrows slightly knitted and his lips in a pout. Focused, except for the couple of times when he saw you looking. Each time he would smile, or look away, but once he shot you a wink and in response, you blew him a kiss. You tried to look sultry, mocking the girls you usually saw doing that to him, and he nearly missed the beat.

After what seemed like hours of practicing and arguing, the band decided to take a 30-minute break. They all looked exhausted. Brian, John, and Fred headed out for snacks and asked you if you wanted to join. You were lying on the couch out of lethargy and told them you might catch up in a bit. After they left, you stood up and stretched, noticing Roger hunched over, adjusting his drum set. You bent down to put your shoes back on, and when you stood up you saw Roger leaning back on the chair with his eyes closed. His hair was dishevelled and his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked tired, adorable, and snug.

“Enjoying the backrest?” You smirked, leaning against the doorframe. His eyelashes fluttered open.

“I suppose it’s not that bad. For lounging that is, still can’t play very well in it.”

“I think you sucked just the usual amount,” you teased and laughed. “I’m kidding, you sounded great.”

“Well, of course. I sound fantastic no matter what,” he said playing with his drumsticks.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at each other for a bit. “Rog?” you spoke up, walking closer to him.

“Hmm?” he replied instantly, before noticing your suggestive gaze. “No, absolutely not,” he declared.

“Oh, come on! Just once. You never let me do it.”

“Forget it Y/N, you are not playing my drums.”

“Please? I promise I won’t break anything,” you whined as you slowly ran a finger over the edge of one of the drums.

He followed your finger with his eyes and then sighed, “Oh alright. Guess you can try.”

You yelped triumphantly. “Move, move,” you said as you hopped over to where he was sitting.

He didn’t get up, but simply move backwards into the chair. “Sit here,” he said, spreading his legs wider, and you raised an eyebrow. “You’re not touching my drums unsupervised,” he said. “Especially after you slaughtered my chair. Plus, there’s space here for both of us. Heck, there’s space on this chair for the whole band.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness, but sat down anyway, eager to play the drums. He was exaggerating, of course, there wasn’t plenty of space. You were on the edge of the seat and still, your back was pressed up against his chest. This made your heart flutter, but you kept your attention on the drumsticks. Roger didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he put them on the edge of your thighs. You could feel his heart beat rapidly.

You began tapping the different drums randomly.

“Wow, you sound horrible,“ Roger frowned. You elbowed his stomach lightly and he laughed. You could feel his breath on your neck. “Here,” he said, “don’t hit all of them at once. Pick a few and try to find a beat.”

You did so and started sounding a bit more bearable. You kept up the beat and turned your face slightly to look at him, smiling excitedly.

“Not bad,” he mused.

“I think I’m ready to replace you in the band now,” you joked. “Look I can even do the twirl,” you tried to flip one of the sticks but it ended up landing on the floor miserably.

He laughed exaggeratedly and you felt it reverberating through his chest. “Yes love, you’re a natural.”

You picked up the fallen stick and when you sat back up he held your waist. “Hold on,” he said. He began…sniffing? “Have you used my shampoo?”

You had woken up at Freddie and Roger’s flat this morning after a movie night. You smiled sheepishly and said “Well can you blame me? You’re the one who uses strawberry scented shampoo.”

“Trying to smell like me, are you?”

“Oh, I could find better ways to smell like you if I wanted.” You had meant it as a joke, but the innuendo made you both pause. Roger stared heatedly at you. After a few moments, you struck the snare and cymbal, mimicking a comic rimshot sound that they play at the end of jokes.

That took both of you by surprise and you ended up in a fit of laughter. You nearly slipped off the chair and Roger’s hold on your waist tightened, pulling you up onto his lap. As both of you stopped laughing, you realised his face was inches away from yours.

You didn’t know what to do. You definitely didn’t want to move away, so you tentatively put your arm behind his neck. Roger stuck out his tongue to lick his lips as you glanced down at them. In a low voice, he said, “I’d love for you to smell like me.”

You smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds of deepening the kiss, you pulled away, short of breath. You shifted so now you were straddling his lap and kissed him again, and he let out a low whimper. There was unimaginable longing and months of pining from both sides caught in the kiss. Just as Roger licked your bottom lip, you heard the door open.

You quickly jumped to scramble off of Roger, but you hit the cymbal. The boys walked in just as the cymbal fell to the ground and made a dramatic crashing sound.

“What th-“ Brian began but stopped as he saw your position. Although you had managed to stand up, it was obvious what was happening from your smudged lipstick on Roger’s mouth and your skirt ridden up your thigh.

There was a mixture of gawks and knowing smiles. Freddie pressed his lips together with brightly amused eyes and said “Y/N dear, you’ve broken the chair, you’ve almost broken the drums, now please don’t break our drummer.”

*********** Was it too much of a drabble before the spicy part? Not enough action?

Please give me suggestions and feedback of any kind so that I can improve my writing :) Requests are open!

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[thatdarncatchronicles]

That Darn Cat | Issue No. 3 | An Unexpected Party

Warnings | None

Rating | K+

Genres | Friendship, Family, Snark (it’s totally a genre)

Word Count | 1.5K

Summary: In which Selina catches Jim when he comes back from a date and gives him an unfair amount of grief. Cue milk theft, hot tips, and lots of blushing Jim.

"Evening, Detective."

Selina had to work hard to keep her neutral expression from cracking when Gordon jumped, still half-in, half-out of his coat, and whirled towards her. She settled for an unimpressed quirk of her eyebrow.

"Selina." Jim's mouth smiled, but his eyes were flat as untangled himself from his coat and hung it on a hook by the door. "Make yourself at home." His eyes swept over where she sat, cross-legged in the middle of his counter, and landed on the half-empty bottle of milk in her hands.

"Oh, don't worry. I have."

"So I see." He shook his head, dropping his keys on the counter. "Breaking and entering is illegal, Selina."

Selina feigned offense. "Whoa! Listen, I didn't break anything. The window was open."

"The window was not—we're on the fourth floor."

"And…?"

"How do you even know where I live?"

"I followed you." She threw back a gulp of milk.

His eyebrows shot up. "You followed me."

"You got bad ears or somethin'? That's what I said."

"Tonight?"

Selina could have sworn she saw him flush, just a little. Interesting. "Nah, a few nights ago. You work late, man. I always thought detectives were nine-to-fivers"

He flashed a bitter grin. "Yeah. So did I. Why did you follow me?"

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Detective."

He squinted. "What the—what is that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Hey." Her head titled as she looked him up and down. "You look different. Spiffy. You have a meeting today, or something?"

Jim shot her a warning look as he loosened his tie.

Oh. Selina's eyes widened as a wicked grin spread across her face. "No. You were on a date."

Jim slung his suit jacket over his shoulder and headed to his room. His ears were definitely redder than they had been a second ago.

"You were, weren't you!"

The door clicked shut. Selina smirked.

He emerged again a few minutes later, minus tie and shoes, and padded to the kitchen without even glancing at her where she was now sprawled on the couch. She wiggled her eyebrows. "So...How'd it go?"

Jim grabbed a glass from the cupboard and placed it on the counter with a clatter before turning to open the fridge. He rooted around for a few seconds before he blinked, straightened, and slowly, deliberately pushed the door shut. His baleful gaze turned to rest on Selina for a long moment as she took another swig of milk.

Selina smothered her gratification and gave her head an innocent shake. "What?"

He sighed and replaced the glass. "Why are you here, Selina?"

"Hey! No changing the subject. I asked you first."

"What?"

She sat up and threw her hands in the air. "How. Was. Your. Date?"

Jim scoffed, shaking his head as he retrieved the glass and filled it with water instead. His ears were positively pink, now. "You're in my house, without permission, sitting on my couch, drinking my milk, and you want to know how my date went?"

"Fair's fair, Detective." She set the milk on the couch's wooden arm and crossed her arms, leaning back into the cushions. "I asked you first."

Jim made a face that Selina decided to refer to the "Really? Very mature" face. She tucked it away for potential future use and enjoyed his exasperated sigh as he ran a hand over his face and leaned back against the counter. His cheeks were pink, now, too. Oh, yes. Selina dug her heels in.

"Listen, man. Homeless kids ain't got TVs. We gotta get our entertainment somewhere." She gave an inward flinch. Bringing up the homelessness was a mistake. Fortunately, Jim seemed sufficiently annoyed by her persistence to ignore that part.

"Fine, fine. It was good."

She waited expectantly.

He didn't continue.

"Seriously? That's it? Details, my dude."

He rolled his eyes and gave a shrug that was probably supposed to look casual. "We had a good time. It was nice."

"Wow. You are really bad at this. I hope you're not this boring on your dates."

"My dates don't show up in my house uninvited and drink my milk."

"So that's what has you all bent outta shape! Look, man, if it's that big of a deal to you, here. Let me—" She grabbed the bottle up and popped the cap back on, holding it out to Jim as she licked away the residual mustache.

She savored the way his nose wrinkled. "No. Please. By all means, just…" He trailed off, waving his hand in dismissal.

"Suit yourself." She popped the cap off again. "So, are you gonna tell me about her? What's she like?"

"No one's taught you it's not polite to pry into other people's affairs, have they?"

"Who cares about polite? What's her name?"

It was Jim's turn to throw up his hands. "You know what? Alright. Fine. Her name is Lee. She's a doctor. She's kind, smart as they come, and has this smile that just...lights up her face."

Selina watched, wide-eyed, as Jim's expression transformed from deadpan to...worshipful. Gross.

"Lights up the whole room, really. She's great. She's nice. We ate pasta and had a nice time, even though I made a mess by leading with work-talk. I think it might actually—" Jim stopped abruptly, frowning as if surprised at his own speech.

"Wow." Selina shook her head. "Wow."

Jim grit his teeth. "What."

"Nothing, nothing. Just...Gotham's golden boy's got it bad."

The water in Jim's glass sloshed as he threw his arms out in exasperation. "This is only the second time we've gone out. I don't even know if it's gonna work, yet."

"Uh-huh. You were practically making heart eyes. I might puke."

"Yeah? The bathroom's that way. And I'm not Gotham's golden boy." He dragged a chair in front of the couch and straddled it, arms resting across the back. "Alright. Like you said—fair is fair. Why are you here?"

Selina pulled a rolled-up newspaper from her jacket and chucked it at him.

He caught it against his chest and unrolled it to read the headline. "Oh."

GOTHAM'S GOLDEN BOY VOWS TO TRACK DOWN ANACONDA KILLER.

"Yeah. Oh." Selina blew a curl out of her eyes. "You know, you really gotta stop doin' that."

Jim looked up from the article. "Doing what?"

"Oh, I don't know—telling serial killers you're after them? Why not just put a sign on your back that says, 'Snake food! Come and get it! Four out of five vets recommend me!'"

"Ah. Well, I appreciate your concern, but you don't need to worry about me. And I don't think you came here just to warn me off."

"Nah. I came here to tell you I know where he's holed up."

The reaction was instant. Jim leaned forward, eyes on her with a focus so intense, it was all she could do not to squirm. "Where is he?"

"Down, boy. Take it easy. There's an old apartment complex on my block. No one's been in it for years 'cause it looks like it'll topple like a Jenga tower if you so much as sneeze. Anywhere else, it would have been torn down ages ago, but—"

"—it's Gotham." Jim was standing now, searching around his desk and coming up with a pen and paper. "Address?"

He pulled out his phone and made a call, letting it ring as he jotted down the address she gave. "Harvey? We got a lead." He sighed, shoulders slumping a little. "I know. No, I know. I know, Harvey, but—Harvey. Harvey?" Jim made a face and flipped the phone closed. He stared down at it for a moment before shaking his head and darting back into his room. He returned less than a minute later, tie back in place, arms full of his holster, jacket, and shoes.

Selina sat up straighter. "Wait—you're going after him now?"

Jim looked at her as if he'd forgotten she was there. "Yeah."

"Even though your partner just told you he wasn't coming." At Jim's look, she continued. "No, I wasn't eavesdropping. It was fairly obvious what went down. So, this is why you always look like you haven't slept in a week. You actually don't sleep. It's all so clear now."

He shrugged into his holster, then his jacket, rolling his shoulders to settle them in place. "How'd you know where he was, anyway?"

"His snake got one of my cats."

Jim looked up from tying his shoes. "You saw it?"

"Ayup."

"You're lucky it didn't get you."

"Yeah, yeah. It's stupid to go in there alone. You should wait for your partner."

"I'll consider it." He waved the address in the air. "Thanks for the tip."

With that, he was out the door and Selina was left to listen to his hurried steps as they echoed down the stairs. She shook her head. Four flights. The fire escape was much faster. Draining the last of the milk, she stood, swung her legs over the windowsill, and leaped out into the Gotham night.

A/N: You’ll never guess what next issue is about!

If you said, “It’s about Jim and Selina going after the Anaconda Killer” you’re exactly right! Good job, you smart cookie.

So, I am currently recovering from typhoid, and my brain was super foggy when I wrote this one. So yeah. If it’s terrible, I blame the typhoid. :P

Follow @thatdarncatchronicles​ and #thatdarncat (no spaces!) to never miss an issue! Next issue up soon. :)

Oh! Also, you are doing great.Yes. You are doing great at life. And if you know you aren’t doing your best--no stress! There’s always tomorrow, and you’re growing and learning just like every other person on the face of the planet. Like me. And my 50 y/o father who told me the other day that he still just feels like he’s pretending to be an adult. He’s really good at it. You will be, too. This is all gibberish, but the point I’m trying to make is that as long as you’re doing just fabulously, and you’re on your way to doing even better. Remember to drink your water today. Hydration is important and makes your skin prettyful. Also, I love you. Peace out, gorgeous soul.

Issue No. 1 | Of Spaghetti and Sneezes:

https://thatdarncatchronicles.tumblr.com/post/620372790294528001/that-darn-cat-issue-no-1-of-spaghetti-and

Issue No. 2 | A Hint of Pesto Aioli:

https://thatdarncatchronicles.tumblr.com/post/620559916396052480/that-darn-cat-issue-no-2-a-hint-of-pesto

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[benhardyorbust]

Just a Little Fun pt 1

A/N: This started off as a one shot inspired by break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored by Ariana Grande, HOWEVER, it turned into something a little more, so I am going to do a part two! 

1.5k words

“CUT! THAT’S A WRAP FOR TODAY!” 

The cast of Bohemian Rhapsody quickly fled the set to hair and makeup. You stayed behind to talk to another one of the PAs. 

“Mia, what do you think of the actor playing Rogah Taylah?” you say, in your best British accent. 

“Honestly? Total babe, and he’s actually super nice. Usually when actors are that good looking they are huge jerks.” 

“I totally agree,” you say, stealing a glance at him talking to a tall blonde woman, “there is just something about him! Too bad he’s taken.” 

“Yeah, she’s been on set since we starting filming like two weeks ago. And they are so cute together.” 

The two of you sigh, stealing one last glance at the couple and get back to work. 

You are grabbing some last minute props needed for tomorrow’s scenes when you run into someone. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t..” 

You look up to see that you have just run into the man you and Mia were just talking about. 

“Sorry love! Didn’t see you there! I don’t think we’ve met yet, I’m Ben,” he says holding out his hand. 

“Hi! I just started yesterday so you probably just haven’t seen me yet, I’m y/n,” you say shaking his hand. 

The second you two touch there is, a feeling. You can’t quite figure out what is is, but it’s there. You can tell he feels it too, he definitely flinched. 

“Well I guess I will be seeing you around! Now, if I don’t get this wig off soon I am going to freak out. Bye y/n!”

“Bye...” you say watching him walk away. He looks back at you, and you quickly try to make it look like you’re busy. 

You sigh, it’s going to be a long shoot. 

The next day you arrive on set before the cast does, or you thought. When you walk up to the coffee machine you found yourself face to face again with Ben. 

“You’re here early!” he says while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Want some?”

“A PAs work is never done.” you say back laughing as you hold out your cup. “Why are you here so early? Isn’t your call time at like noon or something?”

“Yeah... between you and me my girlfriend and I got into a pretty big fight last night and I just had to get out. Figured I would come to set early and hang out with everyone.”

“Oh man, that sucks I’m sorry! If you don’t mind my asking, what were you fighting about?”

“Not to sound uh... full of myself or anything... but since I have gotten these more popular roles, I’ve started to get more fans. Being on a soap opera in the UK is one thing... being in a biopic about the greatest rock band of all time, and playing the playboy drummer, is a totally different thing. You know? She is just having a hard time dealing with the fame I guess.” 

“Oh man, I’m sorry! I’m sure it is hard to adjust but she will come around.”

“Yeah...” he says trailing off and taking a sip of his coffee. “What about you? What does your boyfriend think of your debut role as a PA on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?”

“I actually don’t have a boyfriend,” you say with a soft laugh. “But my mom thinks it’s really cool.”

He quickly looks you up and down and bites his lip a little. You pretend not to notice. 

“Really? A girl as talented and beautiful as you is still single? Interesting,” he says as he starts to walk away. “I’ll see you around Y/N.” 

Oh my GOD, you think. What the hell just happened? You walk to the PA break room to find Mia to tell her about what just happened. 

“Mia! You will never believe what just happened,” you whisper-yell. 

“What?”

“I was at the coffee machine and ran into Ben. He told me about how he had a fight with his girlfriend last night. And then, he asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said no he totally checked me out and bit his lip and said and I quote ‘Really? A girl as talented and beautiful as you is still single? Interesting.’‘

Mia gasps. 

“Shut up! You’re kidding. Do you think him and his girlfriend will break up?”

“Uh.. I don’t really think so. It sounded like they just had a little fight. I don’t think anything would really happen between us even if they did.”

“You never know until you try, right?” Mia says, looking at you with a devilish grin. 

“Mia! I can’t just break up Ben and his girlfriend. They are a happy couple and I have no business getting in their business.” 

“I mean, you don’t have to actively try to break them up. Just like... you know. Show him what is out there, waiting for him. Flirt with him -- but subtly. Maybe dress a little sexier from time to time. Maybe even try to see if you can be one of those extras that gets to be all over him, you know? Then you have an excuse to touch him and there is nothing anyone can even do.”

“I actually don’t hate that idea. It’s kind of brilliant. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?”

“Of course not! There’s no reason to have a little fun on this shoot.”

“You’re right! I’m gunna do it. I’m not doing it to break them up, but just to have a little fun.”

“Yeah! You go girl!”

The next day you show up to set around the same time you did yesterday. You actually managed to put on some makeup, run a brush though your hair and put on a cute outfit. 

You walk up to the coffee machine and lo and behold, Ben is there yet again. You muster up all the confidence you can and walk up next to him. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say as you hold out your cup to Ben, who is pouring his own cup. 

“Wow, two days in a row. How did I get so lucky?”

“Man, I don’t know. There are people in this set that would kill to be in your position right now.”

“Well, I rather like the position I’m in right now,” he says putting the coffee pot down and facing you, only a few inches of space between you.

“So... now that I am emotionally invested, did you patch things up with the girlfriend yesterday?”

“Well, we got in another little fight last night. Actually it was bigger than a little fight but, I don’t know my career just seems to be a really big strain on our relationship and I feel really bad, but I’m also like living my dream, so it’s hard to not feel terrible about the whole situation.”

“Wow, Ben I’m sorry. I know it’s not my place to really offer you any advice but, people grow and change. This is the direction you are growing in, and she might be growing in another direction. Just some food for thought.”

“That was great advice, thank you y/n.” 

“Anytime,” you say walking away. 

Over the next three weeks, you and Ben meet each other at the coffee machine every morning before shooting starts for the day. Every day he comes back with a new fight that his girlfriend and him had the night before. He also comes with flirty one liners and questions for you about your life, and you return the favor. 

You can feel yourself really falling for him, and actually hoping that maybe they will break up. You don’t do anything, deliberately, to break them up. You just keep meeting him for coffee every morning. You flirt a little but it really means nothing, you’re just having a little fun. You two also flirt a little around set, but nothing major. It’s all just in good fun. If they break up they break up, if they don’t at least you got to practice your flirting a little, with a hot British boy no less. 

Around the one month mark of filming, something weird happens. 

You go to the coffee machine and Ben isn’t there. You brush it off and figure he probably just has a later scene than usual. 

A little later in the day, people start to wonder where Ben is because he is an hour late for his scene. 

“Y/N, do you know where Ben is?” Garret, a PA asks you. 

“No, I haven’t see him yet today,  I’m not sure where he could be.”

Within a few seconds, Ben is running onto the set. 

“I’m sorry I’m late, I know I know. I have literally never been late to set before,” he says running over to hair and makeup. 

You notice that his eyes are puffy, he looks like he’s been crying. 

“Y/N, you should go ask him what’s wrong,” Mia says. 

“Why me?”

“You’re the one who has become best friends with him over the last month.”

“Ugh, you’re right. I’ll go see what I can find out.”

You walk over to Ben and sit on chair next to him. 

“Hey are you okay? You’re usually three hours early, not an hour late.”

“Um, yeah I’m fine. Well, not really. Kat left last night, we uh, broke up.” 

“Oh no, really? I’m so sorry Ben,” you say as you reach out and touch his shoulder.

He takes your hand and holds it in his. The feeling you had when you first met is back. 

“It’s okay, you were right, we were growing in different directions. This is where I’m meant to be and she couldn’t handle it.”

“Oh my gosh, I hope I’m not the reason you broke up.”

“Well, I can’t say your advice didn’t influence me, but it was time. We both knew it, neither of us wanted to act on it though.” 

“Oh well, I mean. I’m sorry that I had anything to do with it,” you say, even though you’re not really that sorry. As much as you hate to see him hurting, you are glad that maybe you two will have a chance. 

“It really isn’t your fault at all. It was time.”

Just in time, you walkie goes off. 

“Y/N we need you on set!”

“Coming!” you say into it. You turn to Ben, wave and run off. 

Part 2

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