I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!
. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)
You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.
Resuming your place in the videoâthe first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.
âLover, can I go where you goââ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. ââCan we always be this close.â She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.
You smiled sincerely at the memory.
The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.
ââweâre here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.â The presenters introduced.
âAnd weâre about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,â the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, âthe atmosphere is very tense.â
âWeâve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, letâs make this the biggest playground insults weâve ever done.â
âYep.â Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.
âChris, hun. . youâre ugly. Like, plain ugly.â You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. âEveryoneâs been talking about it. . just, youâre so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.â
Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, âno matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.â
The third clip startedâit was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said âWHO HAS THE MOST FANS?â. Chris immediately said, âY/n.â In that deep Australian accent of his. âNot that I blame the people from choosing her to be the peopleâs queen, she is truly one of a kind. Youâll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.â
It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: âOh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.â She chuckled huskily. âThat woman has fans upon fans and seriously, Iâm one of them. She is something else.â She grinned, winking at the camera.
After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. âOh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.â Paul answered brightly, smiling. âThe amount of fans she has is unbelievableâwell, itâs definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..â
The forth clip beganâit was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question âwhat, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?â
Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didnât even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, âY/N Y/L/N.â
The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.
The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powersâthe position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.
The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your sceneâsaid cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.
âBoobies.â Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.
And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.
The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, ââobviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?â
Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. âCome on.â She simply said. âItâs a bloody no brainer, Iâm certain it was Leonardoâs favourite scene too. . ďżźI hope it is anyway otherwise heâs a silly, silly man.â
At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewedâhis wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).
ââwhat is your favourite scene of hers in Oceanâs 8?â
âAll of them!â Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. âHer outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.â
Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.
âNunca he estado mĂĄs celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.â Elsa hummed.
You blinked.
The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already outâleaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.
As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.
The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and youâd already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged itâs contents, only to pause as the music began back up.
âSpit it back! Spit it back!â
You did just thatâbut when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (letâs not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.
âOh my god, I amââ
Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.
âSo sorry.â You finished, mouth agape.
You vaguely remembered a conversation youâd had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didnât seem to mind at allâwhat an odd man.
âItâs all good.â Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with youâthe audience shrieked and screamed in the background.
Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).
âScarlett I swear. .â You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind youâshe grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.
âCalm down.â She laughed herself. âIâll catch you donât worry, gorgeous.â
Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.
And catch you she definitely didâalthough her hands didnât exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.
When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting goâon screen you was breathless with giggles.
âAlways wanted to do that.â She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.
The next clip beganâit was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was âY/N Y/L/N is everyoneâs celebrity crushâ.
Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.
âI mean, come on.â Zendaya made a âduhâ face and shrugged her shoulders.
âItâs Y/N.â Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.
âI am so happy I get to now say that sheâs one of my closest friends.â Zendaya beamed genuinely. âSheâsâone of those people whose beauty isnât just an external thing, sheâs so lovely man.â She pouted, in awe of you.
Watching the video, you beamed back at her.
The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldnât place.
âWho would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?â Graham inquired.
âIâi would probably have to go with Y/Nââ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling âme tooâ.
âYeah, sheâs a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as fâhell, sheâs justâan extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.â Mark grinned. â..sheâs also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I wonât be using! Because I donât believe in cheating, itâs scummy! Even though sheâs gorgeousâanyone would be lucky!â He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.
Nicki giggled next to him, âme personally, I would use that pass.â
You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP
The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your characterâyou watched the âWinter Soliderâ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.
As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastianâs face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.
âOh my fuck thatâthat just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?â He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. âYouâre way too pretty to injure doll. Canât ruin your perfect face.â
On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at himâhe still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.
You literally thought âI ship themâ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.
Another clip started upâanother behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate himâyou watched yourself take out your characterâs daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.
You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at youâspeech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movieâthe amount of fucking edits youâd seen was unreal).
Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. âSorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.â He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.
âI donât fucking blame him.â Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.
Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.
Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewedââif you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?â
âY/N!â Natalia enthused immediately. âWellâher character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. Thatâwould be great. And why? Come on! Sheâs an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and donât want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personalityâonce youâve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. Iâm not kidding.â She giggled.
Another clip started up quicklyâa blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in characterâan angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.
Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.
You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).
âIâI thought Itâd be good for the scene. .â Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadnât wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.
âBull!â Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. âHe just wanted to kiss you.â She told you, pointedly looking at the man.
âYeahâiââ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. âIâve got nothing. Sheâs right.â
In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.
The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event togetherâall being interviewed at the same time.
âSo, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?â The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.
Before you could open youâre mouthââweâre really enjoying it.â Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.
The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, theyâd been talking in sync ever since youâd first met them at the table reading.
âYeah, why wouldnât why?â Aaron grinned crookedly. âA beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, thereâs not a thought in my head besides you.â He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
âI completely support that.â Lizzie chirped in, âever since Iâve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everythingâsheâs taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldnât be happier.â She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.
In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waistâyou simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.
Again, the clip switchedâit was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tonyâs arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.
Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.
From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.
When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, âyou just looked so good that I couldnât not kiss you, sweets.â She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.
(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movieâbut Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).
The clip moved onto another oneâback to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.
You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because youâd just wanted to feel his bicep).
You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom whoâd now appeared next to him, âI feel like itâs dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.â
âMate, trust me,â Tom laughed, âI completely understand. But she doesnât need the rescuing.â
âThat she does not.â Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.
Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.
A different clip started upâFlorence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. ââdid you take anything from set?â The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.
âUmânot much, just Y/nâs heart.â Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. âAnd her underwear too.â She added.
The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: âand before you ask, no. I wouldnât be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shiteâplus, sheâs my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.â
Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.
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Hey, I hope youâre having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?
. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!
Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to youâso familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; sheâd send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.
So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that theyâd sent.
âMarvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!â was the video for tonight.
Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.
Surely this was an exaggeration.
The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen âthe marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutesâ. The quick âAS THEY SHOULDâ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.
The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the qualityâyou were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your characterâs aesthetic.
âHow do you feel about your costume?â
Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interviewâhair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.
âWell I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, itâs a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If thatâs even possible.â
The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didnât tear her eyes away from you for a secondâmaking present time you laugh.
With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.
The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastianâs shoulders, thighs locked over his headâin character, as your character and his were mid fight.
He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.
âIs it bad that Iâm loving this?â
âSEBAââ
âCut!â
The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.
âElizabeth. .â You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.
âSorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.â
âThat tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.â A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.
You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.
âI mean the fan is dying babe. .â
âRight? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.â She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. âBecause it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.â Lizzie added.
âMhm.â You hummed with a smirk.
The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of âguess the body partâ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldlyâyou humbly added)
Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, âthatâs my girl. Y/N.â Then giggling she added, ânow get my girls booty off the screen, I donât need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But weâve remained strong together.â
Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, âitâs Y/N.â He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the cameraââI only know this because of all the edits you guys make!â
âYou donât have to watch them.â The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.
Next was Anthony who instantly answered, âThatâs Y/N right here!â He hyped you up, grinning. âDonât even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, itâs why weâre the best asses in the cast. Up top!â Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or somethingâthe interviewer timidly gave him a high five.
Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, âthatâs definitely y/n.â He assumed instantly. âWouldâve been able to tell you that blindfolded.â
âButââ
âIâd have just sensed her.â Sebastian giggled.
Chris Evans was nextâa grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)
âThatâs Y/n.â Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.
The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event againâpresumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.
âOut of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who youâve met, do you have a favourite out of them?â The interview questioned.
âIâm not really one for favourites but I would definitely say Iâm closest to Y/n! Sheâsâsheâs just so lovely and funny and sheâs like a ray of sunshine, honestly. Sheâs been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patienceâI wouldâve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. Sheâs truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.â Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.
âAwwww! We love to hear thatâare any of the rumours about her true?â
Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief momentâ âYes she does smell amazing, sheâs always effortlessly beautiful, sheâs unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if sheâs open to it,â Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.
The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinionâthe audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.
âAs great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.â Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.
âWould anything ever?â Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.
âI sincerely doubt that anything could.â RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. âGive it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!â
âIââ
âThey are quite right, Y/n.â Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.
The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalonâs story, clearly in a party settingâthe video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.
âMate I think your girls about to be stole.â The voice of Tomâs friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrisonâs words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.
âRight in public as well, the scandal.â Jacob cackled.
The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the âWebs Most Searched Questionâsâ together.
âWho was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?â
McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.
âThis is getting juicy!â
âWell, it was my mom one year and then my sister last yearââ
âHe wishes it was Y/n though.â The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.
Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, âI meanâitâs Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.â
âI would be!â McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscarâs, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.
The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.
He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthonyâs eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.
âOh forâThat scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, hisâhis head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.â
By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.
âNah, Iâm pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldnât change it even for your dads golf clubs.â Anthony laughed.
âThatâs. . Iâm gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.â Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.
In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.
The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.
âHow does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/Nâs character (Your Character) to end up together?â
Cobieâs smile turned genuinely delighted, âI love itâwe love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with herâoops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But Iâm all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.â
Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.
The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengersâyou were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.
âChris, HAVE MERCY!â
âAw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. Itâs a very pretty sound.â Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. âI particularly like this as well.â He smirked down at you.
âCHRIââ
In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: âThe feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/nâs boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.â You read out, giggling all the while.
âThe urge is so strong.â Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.
âCome here, baby.â You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.
âIâm living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.â Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.
âI concur.â You grinned back.
The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.
âSo, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?â
âI absolutely would.â Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. âAnd personally, itâs not even a fact of our characters being intertwined itâs more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly itâs an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, Iâd be a mad man not to want that.â He finished charmingly.
You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.
The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.
Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyoneâthe crowd screaming louder at his actions.
The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down inâyou pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.
âWhere was the treatment for me?â RDJ joked.
âMan, theyâre just whipped. But, like, who isnât for Y/n?â Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.
The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.
âSo, Aaron, obviously your characterâspoilers, sorryâisnât with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?â
â(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.â Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.
âIâm not making fun, I agree, for myself.â Lizzie commented unprompted.
âWhy is that?â The interviewer questioned.
âWhyâmate, I think itâs pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved toâand obviously her character is extremely sick and Iâm certain the relationship between her and Pietro wouldâve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.â Aaron joked.
âGet your own girl, sheâs mine.â Lizzie glared.
There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchatâso yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
the big bad birthday â h.lewis
SUMMARY, itâs your birthday and amidst the wholesome birthday posts, everyoneâs entertainment comes from the chaotic and completely drunk off your tits content!
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faithlouisak, to the girl of my dreams, my sugar plum baddie pookie boo bear, the big spoon to my little spoon, the sugar in my tea, the absolute fittest fucking person on this planet with the best tits ive ever seen (soz wroetoshaw). HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SPEND EVERY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WITH YOU UNTIL WERE BOTH CRIPPLED AND ROLLING ABOUT IN OUR WHEELCHAIRS IN ALL THE SKATE PARKS LIKE THE COOL KIDS WE ARE XOXOXOXO taggedâ@yourusername
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taliamar LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WILL YOU PLEASE STAND BC IT IS THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY OF MY LOVVERR! yn i love you so much i genuinely cannot put it into words (can put it into our songs tho xx) youâre the most amazing person that i have ever met, you make me laugh all the time, you keep a smile on my face always, your energy alone is enough to make me feel all bubbly and giddy inside. with you, i feel safe and happy and loved and i feel like im a little kid again and i can conquer the world. youâre truly the very epitome of perfection, lover đ taggedâ@yourusername
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yourusername STOP IT TALIA YOURE SO CUTE AND I ADORE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD BABY. MWAH!
-> taliamar stop i shouldnât be crying itâs YOUR birthday
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gkbarry birthday lass looks so hot drenched in rain xxxx
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freyanightingale YN YN YN! from the day that i met you i was amazed by you, by your beauty, your kindness, your wit and your literal intelligence - to this day, that amazement has only increased and i know that as i stay by your side until the day we both die in our cute little hospital gowns in our hospital beds with rooms next to each other, i will die still being amazed by you and your very being. i love you so much and you deserve the universe, and even more. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL đđ
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yourusername FREYA!!!!!!! BRO IM ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY, luv u ari, AFTER ALL THESE MESSAGES AND YOU BET YOUR FAT ASS WEâRE GONNA HAVE HOSPTIAL BEDS NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER???? WE CAN WEAR OUR MATCHING HARRY POTTER SOCK SETS AND GET MATCHING ACRYLICS XXX
-> freyanightingale youâre my favourite person ever xx
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nellarosee happy birthday to the most stunning, happy, loving, genuine, funny & gorgeous gorgeous girl that i have ever known, you are truly one of a kind my girl! taggedâ@yourusername
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gkbarry dear sexiest bitch in the entirety of europe, wishing you the best birthday there ever was. we need more people like your fantastical self in the world, cheers for sticking around this long đđđđđ
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r0sielewis happy birthday to the best girl iâve ever known, the first genuine friend i have ever made and who i know will always be there for the rest of my life! happy birthday to my role model, my makeup artist, my hair stylist, my therapist, my personal stylist - happy birthday to my everything. i love you so much yn, i hope you know that! all of us lewisâ do (especially mum.. & harry ig) đ¤đ¤ taggedâ@yourusername
LATER. . .
tobjizzle has posted to their story!
okay- so jeremy gilbert x reader, where jeremy is a bit of a player, and has played y/n in the past, when they were in middle/high school, but he realizes that he messed up because he had true feelings for y/n but y/n has moved on and is happier without him, and maybe during his vampire hunter era ? thanks in advance !!
i gotchu girl x
There was a time you wouldâve done anything for him, Jeremy knew.
There was a time when a hint of pleading in his voice and a flash of a roguish grin wouldâve gotten him anything he wanted from you. Sweet, charming you. The two of you used to be closeâwhen you moved to mystic falls and joined their high school, heâd been the first person to befriend you (you thought he was just about the most lovely boy youâd ever met; he only approached you cause he thought you were a knockout)
Boys and girls alike continued to befriend you and attempt to woo you through the first weeks of your time at Mystic Falls High, and while you responded to the friendships (not the wooing, expect one girl whose smile almost made you collapse) very enthusiastically and amiably, no one could seemed to beat that Jeremy Gilbert, the sweet as sugar boy who made you actually enjoy coming to school.
But too much sugar causes cavities, in time.
Jeremy was apparently a known player although youâd always wave off that notion with a scoff, youâd never so much as seen him with a girl! What rubbish. Whenever you were around, he was always on your arm, making you smile and laugh as bright at the beaming sun in the sky. Making your heart stutter and flutter with each boyish grin and the raspy depth of his voice, and like a fool, you fell right into his awaiting arms.
Before Jeremy, you had kissed people just not necessarily with such passion or meaningâboth of which he pulled from you with practised ease. He was your first everything (pretty much) and he assured you that you were also his firstsâfucking scumbag.
One by one he plucked away of those experiences and you were more than happy to let him to so, a glance at him was all it took and you were beyond gone. But you had thought you were both gone, his soft lips that youâd familiarised yourself immensely with were always pulled into that smile that you knew your own face mirrored, and in his shockingly muscular arms, rested upon his chest, youâd felt nothing but security and bliss.
Until you didnât.
There was no explanation to his actions, one moment he was spending his time with you in your homeâaffectionately greeting your family and in that sweet sweet routine you both had which you adored with your whole heart.
And then. . well. He stopped messaging you. He never showed up (heâs probably just busy, Mom saidâhe did have a summer job, you had tried to reason). So you went to the grill, where his summer job was and there Jeremy, your Jeremy, was. Standing behind the bar, the uniform clinging to his muscled body with a shark like grin on his face, looking at the trio of girls in front of him like they were his prey. Long gone was that sweet smile that curved up on his lips beautifully, that expression so sugary, when you kissed his skin you practically taste the sweetnessâthe hidden message, drawn into the mass of sugar and honey and all things saccharine.
He glanced your way from a few seconds, evidently catching sight of you, and just have you a too short nod with that same predatory grin; no tells of fondness, of the memories that you were sure were embedded so deeply into your own skull (and heart) they would never fade.
There was a time were you wouldâve done anything for him, Jeremy knew thatâhe was so aware of the fact it haunted him almost every day.
Haunted him through the careless glances you gave him in the halls of your shared school or pathways of your town. Haunted him through the unabashed tune of your laughter, a sound which he used to be able to cause all the time. Haunted him through the deep and genuine grins you were wore, unaffected by him and his lack of presence in your life.
He had fucked up.
So so so bad.
But now his life was even more fucked up, original vampires killing you his family members every other week, his sister being one of those vampiresâandâand now, he wanted to kill them all, kill his own sister because for some godforsaken reason the universe thought that he, Jeremy Gilbert, should be a vampire hunter.
What a joke.
And now. . all he wanted was for you to hug him, to kiss him, to comfort him through all of this. To tell him you loved him, tell him everything would be okay, tell him youâd keep him safe, cherish him.
He craved those things so much his heart ached his chestâbut it was his fault.
Itâs not as though youâd chose to leave because you longer wanted to tell him those things, to hold him against your chest, to have him in your life. . he had left you, of his own accord, and now he was paying the price.
He watched you now, from behind the bar at the grill, messily and carelessly wiping down the surface; it was karaoke night and your friend was up on the stage singing some song he couldnât recognise but youâyou were smiling so brightly from your seat in your booth he was blinded and yet also unable to look away, you and your other friends were unabashedly singing along with her and laughing throughout, dancing faintly in your seat.
You looked so fucking happy, he felt his heart pound and break at the same time.
âYou messed up, man.â Matt said bluntly as he noticed where his gaze had gone to.
Yes.
He very much fucking had..
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hot physiotherapist | j.potter
SUMMARY, james has a rugby accident and has to take physiotherapy - heâs pretty down about, but all that depressions forgotten as soon as he sees you, his physiotherapist. why had he not done this sooner?
James Potter was miserable.
A very odd occurrence, although it did happen (evidently). He was pouting the whole way as Remus drove them to the physiotherapists, Sirius was giggling to himself in the backseat the whole timeâRemus, ever the angel he was, tried to cheer James up by giving him complete control over the music in the car and even greeting him with his coffee order and a chocolate croissant.
James was still miserable.
âHave fun, darling boy!â Sirius chirped out the window as James got out of the car, âtry not to break any bones on your way in. God forbid you need physiotherapy.â
He burst out into borderline manic cackles and fell down completely into the row of backseats, never one to wear his seatbelt as he hated being constrictedâJames glared with upmost venom and hatred at the backseat windows, Tarzan looking cunt.
âI hope everything goes well.â Remusâ voiced gently, shooting his boyfriend a blank stare even as he tried to stop his own amusement. âDâya want me to fetch you any food or anything for you when you come out?â
âNo. Thanks.â
Remus winced.
James was still miserable.
He trotted his way indoors, cursing inside his head at the shooting pains all up his back and his hips, with the largest pout there ever was he made his way over to the reception and told them who he wasâwhy he was here, before behind asked to take a seat in one of the rooms where he would be joined shortly by the physiotherapist.
He sat, frowning at the large room with equipment and soft turquoise coloured walls for a short about of time and then the door opened.
And then his world stopped.
In you stepped. . your hair was tugged into a low ponytail, front strands out of the pony to frame your face. He had died, he was certain. Your skin looked so soft, the beaming white lights giving you the most heavenly glow, he was sure you were an actual angel. Your eyes gleamed beautifully, and he was lost in the exact shade of themâtrying to pinpoint every little detail and speck of colour. Your lips were pulled into such a fucking lovely smile, he couldâve melted (he did melt). Even from where you stood in the door, he was greeted in the pleasant aroma of your perfume and he felt like he was floating.
Your mouth was openâoh my god he was missing an opportunity to hear your voiceâwait, what had you been saying. Balls.
âUmâhâmuhuh?â
Double balls.
Your beautiful smile didnât even waver in the slightest, though, amusement weaved itâs way into your eyes and created a mesmerising pattern into your irises that he forever engraved into his memory.
âItâs lovely to meet you, Mr Potter! My names Y/N and Iâll be your physiotherapist for the foreseeable future.â You grinned, walking closer to him, âHopefully.â
Whaâwas that flirting? No! You had said it in a normal tone, like Hi I hope I stay your physiotherapist because it is literally my job, James and I enjoy it. Butâyeah, no. It was like that. You were so close to him nowâso so much more beautiful up close, he didnât think that was even humanly attainable.
âYeahâiâI hope so too, maâam.â
MAâAM?!
Somebody sedate me, he thought.
You didnât seem thrown off or even slightly offended, or disgusted by him. Which was, good, really, really good.
Instead, you let out this little bubbly burst of laughter and fucking hell, James knew from that point he was gone and could never return. His eyes were probably comically wide and maybe in literal heart shapes but he could truly care less. He look at you in aweâyour nose scrunched when you laughed, your eyes squinted and to James you just became even more perfect.
âPlease, call me Y/NâMaâam sounds overly American anywayââ
âWould you prefer Miss?â
Iâm never leaving the house again.
You blinked.
He almost stumbled to his knees in apology though that would obviously only give you the impression he was more of a creep than you already thought he wasâbutâhold on. He watched, mouth falling open just slightly, as your cheeks flushed a very very pretty pink and your mouth formed into the cutest smile heâd ever seen in his entire life.
He was definitely leaving the house again, and it was going to be to come here everyday.
âJust Y/N is fine, thank you for being so considerate though.â You laughed teasingly.
âCan I be upgraded to just James?â
âOh? You donât want to he called miss? Or Maâam?â You grinned at him, white teeth glistening from under your full lips, cheeks turning a faint rosy shade under the strength of your grin and a strand of hair swooping in front of your eye. He was in love. âOr, Sir maybe?â
Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
James is one hundred percent that he wouldâve fallen over fast first had he been standing and heâs never been more thankful heâs not. He can feel his cheeks turn redâhis face heating up to an embarrassingly tomato red state at an embarrassingly quick rate.
âNahâJuâJust James, please.â He huffed out, moving the material of his shirt dramatically off his chest and fanning himself. âIsâum, is it hot in here or is just you? Me! Is it just me?!â
You smile at him, adorably crinkle eyed and slightly pink cheeked, looking every bit the goddess and the angel James already knew with certainty that you were.
James Potter was, as it turns out, no longer miserable.
In fact, he canât wait for his next appointment.
Hey girl Iâve just seen your Elijah x plus reader post, could you do one for klaus?
â warnings, lots of talks of body image, insecurities of weight & appearance, talks of binge eating, KLAUS BEING THE BEST BOYFRIEND!!!
- first of all, klaus thinks youâre the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth bro
- THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
- he adores you so much bby
- this man will legit get mad if you mention anything negative about your appearance
- âdo you think my stomach looks werid in this dââ âno, my love, it does not. please stop with this utter nonsense, you look as beautiful as you always do. extremely, extremely beautiful.â
- âi donât like the way my armsââ âlittle love, if you even think about finishing that sentence with an insult to your heavenly self, i will throw you over my lap and spank your arse raw.â
you finished the sentence- WHENEVER HE BUYS YOU CLOTHES HE ALWAYS BUYS YOU FIGURE COMPLIMENTING THINGS!!
- he loves you are ur body an actually obsessive amount đđđ
- âwhy would you even want to hide such beauty?â
- LITERAL HEART EYEESSSSSS
- when you wear said clothes his whole breathing stops, his eyes widen, he blushes, he stutters
- heâs actually a little simp for you icl
- ofc if you say to him the clothes that gets you, you wonât wear bc they make you genuinely uncomfortable - he will stop
- BUTTTTT continuously tries to convince you bc he genuinely doesnât understand why you would ever want to hide your body away when itâs so perfect and beautiful
- he never oversteps any of this boundaries with you tho!!
- if you tell why they make you uncomfortable (i,e they highlight my figure etc) heâll just be SOOO confused
- âthat is the point, my love. your body is gorgeous - why would you want to hide it?â
- I WOULD DIE
- if you ever tell him youâre scared he wonât be able to lift you bc of ur weight or somethingâŚ
- heâs always picking you up, spinning you around, carrying you places, making you sit in his lap even if thereâs a chair available to you just to prove youâre being RIDICULOUS
- heâs all smirks and dimples as well like âyou sure about that loveâ
- when or if you decide to open up to him about your binges and cravings - he takes it all very seriously, anything to help his little love!!!
- heâll explain to you how he manages to get over his cravings for blood and try to help you if thatâs what you want
- BUT HES JUST FULL OF SOOO MUCH REASSURANCE AND LOVE FOR YOU BABE
- hes actually the best bf
- donât every try test me on that
- he knows that expressions on your face when you start feeling insecure about yourself and your body and immediately heâs there with you and kissing you all over your face, pulling you away from everyone else and whispering compliments
- and/or taking the piss out of the people around you to distract you and make you laugh that laugh of yours he loves so much
- my man đđđđđ
pairing: jj x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, alcohol & drugs, drunk reader, drunk jj, drunk everyone, sum floof, lots of suggestive content.. đ, groping, PDA, CHAOSSs
Its was John Bâs birthday.
Amazing, right? Thatâs what JJ Maybank had thought anywayâheâd been planning the birthday party of his best friend, with the help of his girlfriend, for a few days now and today was finally the day where everything came together. All the Pogues had done up the Chateauâcheap silver Christmas tinsel hung loosely from the wooden ceilings, wrapped (messily or otherwise) presents stacked in pyramid form on the coffee table. Blue, silver and purple balloons were scattered around, a tacky blue âhappy birthdayâ banner slapped against one of the walls. And alcohol, upon alcohol upon alcohol was lined up neatly in the small open plan kitchen.
The party had long since started upâthe birthday boy himself having arrived about an hour and half ago with a giddy Sarah in tow (she had the initial task of keeping him distracted) and with a brief emotional moment for John, sop, the party had begun.
Chaos.
Youâd all migrated outdoors nowâtaking some things from inside with you on your way; Pope had climbed up the tree, all on his own (you had a proud mom moment) and with the ukulele heâd nicked from Kie, he was playing shitty tunes while randomly shouting at the air.
John B lay in his hammock, a shitfaced grin at his lips and a purple cowboy hat hanging from his head, a day of the dead dead design etched onto his face with Sarahâs eyeliner. A bottle of half done Vodka encased in one of his hands. JJ was sat down on the long grass, back against the tree, he was wearing the Christmas tinsel from indoors around his neck and had tied another in a bow around his waistâheâd taken to crafting (or attempting to craft) little grass rings and bracelets from the grass he plucked off the ground and two beers rested in between his parted legs, the front of his lengthy blonde hair tugged into a tiny ponytail with a clear rubber band.
You girls, on the other hand, were all dancing your drunken hearts awayâRude boy by Rihanna was currently blaring from the speaker Kie had smartly brought with her and the free of you were living your absolute best lifeâs.
âI like the way you touch me thereââ
All three of you sang out loudly, and Kiara grinned suddenly with beautiful mischief before she put soft hands to your bare waist and tugged you back fully against her body, hands caressing you up and down to empathise the point of the songâyou giggled along with her actions, throwing your head back into her shoulder with feigned euphoria and gliding her hands across you body as you grinded back on her.
âI like the way you pull my hairââ
Sarah didnât seem to plan on missing out of the fun, eagerly strutting you both and sliding in behind Kiara, leaving said girl sandwiched between you two. You were all giggling and to do as the song saidâKie parted you hair into quick pigtails before tugging on them jokingly: you titled you head back to look at her with a dopey grin, pressing back on her and sensually swaying your hips.
âBabe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no I like when you tell me kiss you hereââ
Simultaneously, with the sung lyrics, you and Sarah turned your heads to face Kie and smacked loud kisses to her soft skin, leaving lip stains on both of her cheeksâyou caught the blondes eyes over her shoulder as she bit onto her bottom lip with a mockingly lustful expression which made you cackle.
âI like when you tell me, âmove it thereâââ
With the lyrics, you turned yourself around so you were chest to chest with Kiara and you slid yourself down her body, moving your hips sensually to the music and running your hands down her body as she leant her head back on Sarah, grinding against the blonde while messing with your hair.
âSo giddy up, time to giddy up You say you're a rude boyââ
As you shimmied back up gracefully, you winked at your best friend and toyed with a pretty curl for turning so your back was against her againâthe three of you drunkenly singing along to the song.
When you all finally stopped dancing shortly after that, out of breath as you all laughed over seemingly nothing, your eyes finally landed back on the three boysâfinding them all staring at you three already. John B was half hidden by the hammock, looking ready to hide his gaze at anytime, Pope was gaping with an evidently loose grip on the instrument in hand and your boyfriend simply stared at you, enamoured.
âI think we broke them.â Sarah loudly whispered.
The three of you launched into laughter but Kiaraâs laughing paused as she took note of Popeâs grip on her ukulele.
âPope you break that damn ukulele, I swear.â Kie immediately exclaimed with intoxicated obnoxiousness as she took into a weak sprint towards the tree, startling the boy so bad he did drop the ukulele and Kiara exclaimed in pure terror, barely managing to catch it in time.
âMy baby.â She whispered, terrified, as she cradled her instrument.
You and Sarah happily entangled hands, skipping around in a circle briefly with soft giggles before towards your boyfriends, hands swinging back and forth as she muttered something about capybaras you didnât catch.
âHi.â JJ whispered, looking up at you like you were some goddess.
âHi my beautiful boy.â You popped your lips togetherâlipgloss smacking sensually, drunk off your fucking tits, you were.
The glazed shine of love in his eyes immediately doubled, a sheepish heat to his sun kissed as yiu plopped yourself down next to him happily on the grass.
âHey.â He whispered, again, dumbly.
You grinned at him in return, looking every bit of angel that he thought you were and as he continued to watch you with sprinkles of nothing but deviation in clear blue eyes, you positioned yourself away from the tree to lie down in the soft, green grass.
JJ allowed a drunken gasp to slip from his lips at your beauty in that momentâskin glowing magically under the shining moonlight, eyes crinkled in the corners from your wide toothed grin, hair like a makeshift halo amongst the long grass, shirt riding up slightly and revealing even more of your heavenly soft skin.
He didnât waste a second, moving the beer away from him (save the alcohol, always) before literally leaping on top of you. Legs either side of your body, arms either side of your head and shark tooth necklace dangling just above your perfect face.
âMâ pretty girl.â JJ breathed out, smearing kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, nose and you erupted into little giggles of infectious laughter underneath him. âThe prettiest girl. âLove you so much, baby. Never gonna stop, promise. Ever.â
âWoah.â You gasped, intoxicated and giddy. âYou like my dancing that much?â
JJ pouted, a disappointed grumbled moving from his frowning lips and he pinched the plush skin of your thigh gentlyâsoothing it over immediately as you yelped out.
âRelax, Jesus, people these days.â You pouted. âI love youâJ, never gonâ stop either. Youâre mine now, no backing out.â
âI would never.â He frowned sternly.
You gazed up at him wordlessly, love glinting in your colourful irises and he practically melted from his place above you, smushing himself so close to you his shark tooth necklace fell softly in your cleavageâa feeling that made you giggle.
When JJ caught your wandering gaze saunter over to his beer, he grinned knowingly. The blonde took his bottle of beer with a fond sigh and you smiled up at him innocentlyârolling his eyes, he pulled down your bottom lip expectantly and you made an obedient âoâ shape which had him humming in approval before he put his beer to your lips, soothing his hands through your hair as you drunk.
âAlcoholic.â He named, narrowing his eyes teasingly as he moved the drink away from you again.
âPothead.â
The both of you giggled, heads cloudy and lost in thoughts of only each other as the night air cooled sun kissed skin and sounds of Work Out by J.Cole played absently in the background.
âItâs my birthday!â John B suddenly jolted up from his place in the hammock and shouted out.
âGo shawty itâs your birthdayââ
âWe gonâ party like itâs your birthdayââ
âWe gonâ sip Bacardi like itâs your birthdayââ
âAnd you know we donât give a fuck itâs not your birthday!â
âIt is my birthday though.â You barely heard John B softly mutter as JJ suddenly captured your lips with his own in a searing kiss, his hands wrapped around your thighs and dug into the meaty flesh, the kiss tasted of beer, weed and your strawberry lipgloss and it was beyond perfect. You hummed into it, fingers tangling into her blond floppy hair, quietly whining in disappointment as he pulled awayâyour bottom lip between his teeth before he let go.
He squeezed onto your thighs again, moving to slot one of his legs in between themâthe cold of his rings made you gasp slightly, a sound that had him grinning.
âYou know. .when itâs your birthday, imma throw you your own little party,â JJ whispered it like a scared secret, his scent, eager yet loving touches and rough voice swallowing you whole. âButâbut itâs not gonna be a shitty little bash, nah, baby, itâs gonna be all you could want. Birthday of your dreams, for you, my dream girl.â
âDream girl, huh?â
âDreamiest.â He hummed drunkenly, peppering sloppy kisses to your cheek before digging his face in the crook of your neck and softly inhaling your scent. âGot an early present for you, dream girl.â
You giggled softly, full of drunk aloofness, as he learned over you and his hair (scented with your coconut shampoo) fell partly into your face.
âHere.â The beautiful face of your boyfriend was once again inches apart from your own and you smiled in content. At your grin, his own appeared and suddenly small grass rings were being thrusted into your faceâthey were done kinda tackily, small specks of white flowers from the warm green grass poking through uneven strands carefully wrapped together without any true skill. To you they were perfection, and what made them even more perfect was your boyfriends grinning face, sun kissed skin slightly flushed.
âFor me?â
As you attempted to reach for one, he caught your wrist softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your palmâhumming at the smell of you and the softness to your skin. He carefully put one of the rings (the one with the most flowers) onto your ring finger, shyly peeking up at you for your reaction but you were beaming so heard small dimples erupted and he quickly continued on, now grinning himself.
âIâI know itâs not like, the best, but eventually imma get a pretty, dream ring for my prettiest, dreamiest girl.â
âJ.â You called, softly, and he looked up through his lashes, heart pumping aggressively in his chest. âLove you, so much.â
A grin spread across his cheeks in an instant as he leaned down to connect your lips, feeling the slightly itchy feel of the grass ring brushing against his skin as your fingers combed from his hair, his smile stretched wider. His dream girl was truly the dream.
PERIODS â harry lewis
pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader
warnings: periods⌠NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication
Whoever said people your age couldnât have sleepovers, could go and do oneâbecause you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosteroneâafter youâd dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, youâd zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.
When you got there, sheâd opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing sheâd been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didnât wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, youâd began your girly nightâmusic booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Marioâs second cousin, itâs to be expected)
Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, youâd taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watchingâfrom 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular dayâbefore your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. Youâd ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.
Twins.
That was yesterdayânow you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Taliaâs king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.
You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.
harryđ¤
gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?
me
youâre actually illiterate
harryđ¤
and you canât punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, weâre landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?
You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.
me
yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x
harryđ¤
what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em đ wait bloody hell love, youâre on again already? swear i donât know how you still have blood in ya
me
yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. đđđđđ also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx
harryđ¤
sheâd get you a shitty ring anyway iâll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. ⌠i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous
me
love you too smelly đ
You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.
âI hate being a women.â
It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day betterâyou both were still in immense pain. Youâd migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that youâd absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got deliveredâMcDonaldâs breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.
âWhen do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?â Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.
âProbably never.â
âBullshit!â She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. âBabe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and donât even get me started on how he speaks about you. Itâs like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like youâre some kinda goddess or somethinâ he always looks so awestruck by you.â
â. .probably cause I cook him dinner.â You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.
âOr you are his dinner.â
âI mean, he doesââ
âAh! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.â
You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.
âHeâll probably ask you soon.â
âNatalia.â You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.
âWhatâhave you seen you?â Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. âIâd kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.â
âMiss Mar. . .â You jokingly trailed off.
âHave my babies?â
âI thought youâd never ask!â
âWe should really do this more often.â Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. âI miss hanging with you, sexy bum.â
âMiss you more, baby cakes.â You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.
âSpeaking of babiesââ
âNATALIA HADDOCK.â
Approaching four oâclock was when your boyfriends finally rolled upâyou and Talia didnât actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You wouldâve sat up but considering your cramps. . .âtwas a no go.
âKeep your fake lips shut, Cruella.â
Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.
In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancĂŠ was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.
Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.
However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didnât expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phoneâzooming into you to take some photos.
âFeeling zen, yet?â Simon inquired.
âSo zen.â You both confirmed, simultaneously.
There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straightâimmediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).
âWoah. Woah, woah.â Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, âlisten. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please donât tell me you can feel what the other feels?!â
âBoy.â Talia gave him a deadpan stare.
âHelp.â You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. âHey stranger.â
âHey.â Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.
âNo PDA in my house!â Simon exclaimed.
âShush,â Talia tuttedâunimpressed with her fiancĂŠ, âdonât listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.â
âSheâs not your girl.â
âAm I not?â You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.
âDisgusting.â Simon blanched. âDo that in your own home, please.â
You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.
âBye beautiful.â Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. âI love you, let me know if you need anythingâalso, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.â
Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. âI love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.â
Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.
âYouâre the best. Miss yaâ already.â
âMissing you more.â
A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your crampsâheâd sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Taliaâs obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.
(She totally didnât put them on her story)
âSpoiled princess, âs what you are.â Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.
âAinât that the truth.â
He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that momentâsun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.
âThat tight enough?â Harry inquired, cheekily.
âSo tight.â You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.
You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was comingâwhen your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.
âBYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!â
âBYE GORGEOUSâSAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!â
As you did the âcall meâ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.
âMight as well date her.â
âMight just, yâknow.â You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, âSmells a lot than my current partner anyway?â
âHe canât be that bad!â
âNo, really, he stinks of piss.â
âI beg you fuââ
He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.
âHanging in there alright?â
âMhm.â You hummed, smiling tensely.
âI got you something.â Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followedâlanding on the Tesco bag in the backseat.
âMy jumbo tampons?â You cackled to yourself.
âNoâI did look thoughââ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, âOhâOh. I see now, they arenât a thing. You played me.â
âWhat? No, never.â
âI smell deceit.â
âI smell piss. Oh, wait, itâs just you.â
You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldnât quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.
Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it upâyour mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.
âHarry. .â
âDonât mention it, I beg.â A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.
âThanks, handsome.â
âYeah, yeah anytime man.â
You arch a brow.
âAnytime, love.â Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.
When you finally arrive back at your apartment complexâHarryâs already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.
Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once youâre out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.
âHi.â You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.
âMy pretty troublemaker.â Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. âDonât you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.â He nearly whines.
You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.
The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.
âHi Effie!â You immediately perk up at the sight of the older womanâEffie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).
Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.
âHello dearie.â The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of herâif anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. âHow are you today?â
âOh Iâm grand, Ef.â You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. âHow are you? Howâs Tia, I miss her!â
âIâm well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.â
Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!
âIââ
Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled âbye Effieâ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.
You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.
âYou alright there, y/n?â
âNever been better.â You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartmentâonce inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. âThank youuu.â
âSpoiled princess.â He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.
Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through youâyour abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.
You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little âmake your men do this for you, pretty ladiesâ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.
âShowing off my expert shopping skills?â
You startleâgaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottleâitâs got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).
Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much heâs done for you.
âHey,â Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. âHey. Whatâs wrong, love, hm? You in pain?â
âYeah.â You answer him shakily, thatâs not why your suddenly upset. âI love you.â
If heâs confusedâhe doesnât show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.
âI love you more.â
You smile up at him and his face softens completely at youâheâs so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldnât help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . heâd never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.
When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.
âOi, give me a bite.â
âFuck off, itâs my scran.â
âYeahâand whoâs card did it make a dent in?â
âOur card, handsome.â
â. . . Spoiled princess.â
And thatâs how you spend most of the rest of your dayâintertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.
(Heâs never been more in love)
sidemen masterlist,
harry lewis (w2s) â
periods. . !
the big bad birthday (social media). . !
#mrsw2sslays (social media). . !
jj olatunji (ksi) â
nothing yet.
simon minter (miniminter) â
nothing yet.
joshua bradley (zerkaa) â
nothing yet.
tobi brown (tobjizzle) â
nothing yet.
ethan payne (behzinga) â
nothing yet.
headcanons â
nothing yet.
pairing: john b x fem!reader
warnings: drugs & alcohol, itâs so fluffy i wanna die, crude language đŻđŻđŻ, PDA, swearing, talks of marriage and money!
Your best friend was high out of his mind.
Gone. Zooted. Wiped-out. Whatever. He was all of that and more. And the culprit here was a certain JJ Maybankâthe blonde had shown up at your front door, your red-eyed giggly best friend in tow and simply left him with you, laughing manically as he scampered away and John B eagerly latched onto you.
Bastard.
Heâd destroyed your night of serenityâor the night you were planning on having, a piping mug of tea ready alongside your chosen book of the nightâalready in your cozy silk pj set, candles alight in your room and bringing you into a sense of comfort and relaxation.
Wellâif would have if your best friend wasnât trying to set fire to his hair on them, to see what burnt hair smelt like.
âSmells nice.â John B smiled dopily up at you as you urgently tugged him away from your burning candlesâas you turned your head to look down at him, you only caught a brief look at the vibrant twinkle of mischief in his honeyed eyes before he was leaning forward into the crook of your neck and inhaling dramatically, ânot as nice as you though. Never as nice as you.â
âOh dear.â You blinked.
Yep, he was absolutely sloshed.
âWhaaaat?â John whined out at your startled toneâhe pulled away from smelling you with a soft pout that looked unfairly adorable: he didnât move far, keeping the distance between you two to a minimum as he gazed at your face longingly, almost.
âWhat, what?â
He seemed to not hear you or he just outright ignored you completelyânow frowning down at the button up Hawaiian shirt that he currently adorned, âitâs itchy.â
You blankly gazed at him as he pouted harder and drew his hands to the material of his shirt, continuously pulling it away from his skin only for it to fall back the next second and making him pull it away again.
âFor the love of all things holy.â You sighed, gazing up into the sky as though looking for a higher power for guidanceâyou grasped both of this large, warm hands within your own soft ones and he seemed to gasp a little at the contact which you ignored.
You pushed him softly onto the bed and then squatted down before him slightly, gentle fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt and unintentionally brushing over the muscled, bare skin of his chest.
When you help him ease it off his broad shoulders, you looked up, only to find your best friend staring down at you like you were some angelâeyes hazy and lips twitching into the softest smile youâd ever seen.
âYouâre really pretty.â He mumbled gently, the sugary words and his timid tone flowing like a soothing, cool breeze across your earsâhis eyes drilling into your own. âIâI always thought so but I never said it, because I just thought you wouldnât think I was pretty! Likeâlike, beauty and the beastâyouâre the beautiful-est beauty and Iâm the beast-y beast.â
An abashed flush touched at your skin, heart stuttering, but before you could speak, he was at it again.
âI personally think youâre umâlike, the prettiest person that Iâve ever seen. Youâreâyouâre like this beautiful princess and ball of sunshine all in one and like the sunâbeing around you just lights me up, I think that makes sense? Youâre like the perfect person in my book! But⌠donât tell JJ I said this, he wonât let me live it down. Actuallyâno, tell him Iâm a proud fan of yours.â
Your best friend continued rambling on, not seeming to acknowledge the weight of his words.
âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
He stared down at you suddenly, hazel eyes round and slightly red rimmed with a flustered shade of crimson dusting over his tanned skin, corners of his lips tipping into a shy smirk.
âI think youâre very pretty.â You confirmed softly, a hand gliding up his knee gently as you still remained crouched before him, you have a soft squeeze to his lower thigh before standing and his eyes stayed on you the whole timeâlooking at you like you made every worry in the world go away.
âReally?â He gasped in disbelief, eyes wide in awe.
âYeah.â You giggledâeyes crinkling affectionately in the corners as you stared at him with a sweet smile.
âGood, good, my future wife has to think Iâm pretty. First rule to marriage.â John B nodded enthusiasticallyâyour face slacking shock, lips slightly pouted in wonder. He didnât seem to notice as he continued to grin and suddenly he reached forwards, arms lovingly entangling around your waist before laying down on his back and tugging you atop him.
You let out a soft, startled squeal and his glazed eyes glittered at the soundâhands respectfully rested on your hips as you put your arms either side his head and used them to balance and not be fully on him.
âNo, stopââ He whined in disappointment, reaching to either side of him and softly removing your hands from the bed, intertwining both your hands with his own and making it so all your body weight was on him. âBetter.â John B grinned dopily, looking exceedingly lovesick.
âYouâre so intoxicated.â
âYouâre so pretty. And perfect, and kind and beautiful and sexy and funny and cool and cuteâand youâre gonna be my future wife.â
âIââ
âWhat flowers do you want.. at the wedding?â John hummed, thumb rubbing against the back of your head in contentment. âOh! Iâll buy you your dress tooâwhen I get the moneyâbecause, only the best for my pretty little wife. Only the best.â He rambled.
âTulips could be cute.â You finally admitted, soft toned as you traced gentle patterns against his bare, muscled chest that you lay slumped across.
âIâll get you all the tulips in the world.â He vowed immediatelyââIâll get you all the tulips for everywhere! Fromâfrom Mars too, they might be a little burnt but itâs okay, we wonât judge them on their appearance.â
âFrom Mars? Are you gonna be an astronaut?â You gasped dramatically. âFirst Pogue on the moon.â
âDo you want me to be?â John B innocently inquired, twirling strands of your hair around his fingers.
âI want you to be what you want to be.â
âI⌠Iâm too pissed to understand whatever you just said but your voice is always reallyâreally nice to hear, so thank you.â
â.. thank you for my voice?â
âYep.â He giggled childishly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. âItâs a very, very nice voice.â
âThank you.â You hummed back in amusement, leaning your head against his tone chest and looking up at himâhands still entangled with his one and he stared back, eyes glowing with affection in the dim lighting on your room and smiling at you with an expression youâd never seen on his face.
âNight, night future wife.â John B softly mumbled, squeezing your face together briefly on an impulse before thumping his head against your soft mattress and closing his eyes.
âNight, night honey.â
âIâll get you those tulips.â He promised, voice slurring with sleep and intoxication. âIâllâIâll get you a dress, too, and a pretty ring. Whatever you want.â
As he dozed off, you could only stare at his sleeping face, still wrapped against his chestâyour heart fluttered involuntarily within your chest but what the fuck. You were fucked (hopefully).
pairings: kiara x fem!reader, jj x fem!reader
warnings: angst, unrequited love, shame around sexuality, MORE ANGGSST, sad kie:(, sad lesbian feels
SUMMARY, kie loves you.. but youâre not hers.
Kiara knows what itâs like to be loved by you.
She knows the warmth of your tights hugs, she knows the delightful scent of your perfume that, without fail, sends butterflies dancing with their hands tie into her stomach. She knows the late night conversations about anything and everything, she knows that concern you have from the people you love â all doe eyed and concerned with a pretty pout. She knows the compliments you give, the ones which make her feel weak in the knees. She knows the joyous, infectious tune of your laughter that she replays in her head when sheâs sad. She knows it â knows you.
Kiara Carrera knows what being loved by you feels like.
But itâs not the type of love she wants to know.
Sometimes⌠sometimes, when sheâs not in her right mind, sheâll watch you and JJ.. how you are with each other. She watches the way he pulls you into his lap constantly as though he always needs to be touching you (she doesnât blame him), his arm wind around your waist and you look as happy as ever in his lap. She watches the soft kisses you each press to each others forehead. Watches the childlike giggling the can only be described as that of two teenagers hopelessly enamoured with one another.
The rest of the Pogues tease them all the time, jokingly disgusted with the PDA but theyâll turn their heads with smiles at the end of the day, knowing their friends are happy and in love.
Kie doesnât feel that way.
Itâs horrible of her â she knows, god, does she know. Sheâs had this argument with her stupid fucking brain so many times as she lay awake in the dead of night. Youâre both her best friends, she needs to be happy for you. She should be. She is, even!
(Sheâs not)
Her heart cracks every time she watches the way you fall back into the embrace of the boy you love while sheâs left pining for you. She mentally screams at the way you press kisses all over his faces and then finish at his lips while heâs looking up at you like you hung for fucking moon and sun. The smile that you wear upon even just glancing at him is enough to tear apart her broken and tattered heart â you never glance at her like that. You will never.
Kiara knows what it is to be loved by you: the both of you have been best friends since kindergarten.
She knows the sweetness to your soothing words that slow her rapidly pacing heart. She knows what you look like when you first wake up⌠she knows how you like your coffee, your favourite colour, your favourite flower! She knows the gentle or joking terms of endearment the leave you pretty, plush lips. She knows you at your worst and at your best and she loves it all. She loves all of you.
Sometimes⌠when sheâs alone, not surrounded by the distracting tune of your laughter, she lets her mind trick her into thoughts of how JJ wasnât good for you and sheâd be better â she knows you better, loves you more.
Expect, when reality sets in, she knows sheâs wrong. JJ is good for you. He knows you, he loves you. Worships you, really. Kiara knows the he knows all the things she does about you: your favourite song, your favourite drink, your favourite show. And, oh my god, she knows through and through just how well he treats you â if itâs not already fucking obvious from the way you are with each other â she has to heart it all the time, from the both of you.
JJâs words alone she couldâve handled. She could listen to him dazedly ramble about how you good you looked in your bikini, how you made his heart flutter, how you smelt so good, whatever. She could listen to him, a small swirl of jealousy in her stomach but she was mostly dazed too â the both of them settling for dreamily gazing over at you, she could deal with that because she was thinking the same, she just couldnât voice it.
But you⌠your words, she didnât know how much longer sheâd be able to handle them. The way you mumbled sentences weaved with nothing but pure love and adoration, the sweet echo of your voice pitched with admiration. It was normal though, you were best friends, of course you were telling her all of this. At sleepovers, when you both sat down in her bed and somehow heâd get brought up and you wasted no time gushing over him and telling Kiara about your moments together, all giddy and grinning with blushed skin.
She wanted to sob.
She wanted the ground to sallow her whole and spit her back into a world where you loved her how she loved you.
Kie doesnât really remember the moment she knew that she loved you with everything she had in her.
She only remembers snippets of earlier memories from her childhood and (shock) most of them regard you. She remembers painting you silly little paintings of turtles or your favourite flower and singing off with a heart before giving it you the next day. She recalls all of the friendship jewellery, some of it long gone but the other half she still wears. She remembers going into the beach to help the baby turtles survive. She remembers the both of you going around picking up plastic and litter in general. She remembers the dressing up parties you had, both clad in outrageous princess dresses.
Later into her childhood, she remembers more. Her thoughts â feelings. Kiara thinks about the stories her parents used to read to her, the fairytales of a beautiful prince and her knight in shining armour, living happily ever after. She remembers thinking⌠princess and prince? Was it never a princess and princess? Could it ever be? From the stories she was read, it never ended up in such a way.
But she didnât get it. As far as she was aware, you and her were both princesses. And⌠you were the only person sheâd ever want to live out her happily ever after with.
(She never told anyone: scared of what theyâd say as she defied normalcy)
Even as she grew older, into her adolescence, those feelings never went anywhere. She watched as you found your own princes (boys who didnât deserve you, in her humble opinion). Her heart sometimes stopped at the thought of her happily ever after finding her own happily ever after⌠her own prince.
(What was wrong with her?)
The question plagued her constantly; she wished sheâd never introduced you to the Pogues, she wished it was just you two still, she wished youâd look at her the same, she wished she could treat you⌠touch you like JJ does, she wished she could love you openly and unapologetically.
Sometimes⌠when she sat with her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobbing, laying alone in her cold room, she wished JJ could just disappear. That made her sob even louder, she loved him, he was her friend⌠but you, you were so much more to her.
You were her princess.
AndâŚand JJ was your prince. You didnât want a princess.
Kiara, in the past, wouldnât call herself deluded by any means but now she was beginning to question it. She got trapped in her fantasies, in fabricated lies to ease the pain of her heart.
She liked to pretend now.
She liked to pretend that you did in fact feel the same about her. When the two of you lay snuggled up together, her heart banging erratically in her ears while you lay calm as ever.. she liked to imagine that you were equally as nervous, the you felt the spark against your bare skin in the way she did. She liked to pretend that when you looked at, your eyes were big and bright and full of romantic love â the expression you wore around JJ.
She liked to pretend that as you both lay on your side, hushed soft whispers of late night conversations slipping between you, eyes solely on one another⌠that you didnât see her as a friend. She liked to pretend that as you glanced at her lips, to see what she was saying through the quiet of her voice, it was all because you felt the same. She liked to pretend that the sweet giggles and irresistible scent of you would become an every night thing â the princess and the princess finding solace in each other.
But, your solace was within your prince. Her friend. Someone sheâd introduced you to.
Kiara Carrera knew unrequited love all too well and yes, the rumours are true, it is a bitch. A stone cold one.
hi, can you do headcanons about klaus mikaelson being your sugar daddy?
pairing: klaus mikaelson x sugar baby reader
warnings: lots of talk of money & finances, swearing, some sub/dom dynamics, talk of body and body image
- you need not lift a finger cuz thy lover will provide đđđ
- kidding but im also not
- you are so privileged.
- every fucking thing that you want is given to you within a literal blink of an eye
- & all you have to do is simply pout prettily and ask your extremely hot sugar daddy
- (heâll always agree, he can never say no to you)
- you the newest everything and even your friends and family are decked out in any designer things they want
- âcan iââ YES YES YES YOU CAN ANYTHING. is klaus attitude to you.
- (he pussy whipped)
- the only thing he straight up refused to was getting you botox or plastic surgery
- you tried to ask once and he immediately shut you down
- ây/n, love, no. you are by far the most exquisite person whom i have ever come across, now, why would you want to change such perfection, hm?â
- âyou know how i loathe to deny you anything but i will not assist you in ridding the world of the true beauty you bring to itâ
- but clothing, jewellery etc.. there is not a single no in site
- in fact he even suggests a lot of the shit he buys for you
- âmmm, what do you think about this necklace, love? i think your pretty little neck needs some charms to keep it company, donât you?â
- âthis dress would look ravishing on you, my darlingâ
- and despite this power dynamic of him being âin chargeâ of your finances and luxuries, youâre the one whoâs truly in charge
- (and you both know it)
- something that always gives you a rush and klaus will forever deny till the day he dies was that one time in the lingerie shopâŚ
- he came to the changing rooms with you, suffering in his arousal as he give tight lipped compliments to every piece of lingerie you tried on. only wishing to get his hands on you.
- after all the trying on (mustâve been at least 12 sets) you said you didnât think you were getting any of them
- & to your utter shock and his utter shame the hybrid had scrambled into his knees in front of you, being still clad in the last set, and had literally begged you to buy them
- and then begged you to touch him
- youâd walked out of the lingerie shop, a splitting grin on your face with a blushing original hybrid trailing behind you with bags in hand and a lingerie sized dent in his card
best day ever- some part of him just sparks in delight with you wear the clothes he buys for you (which is most of your closet) bc ur his and wearing the clothes he bought you
- and wearing the hickeys that he gave you on your neck
- in conclusion, being klaus sugar baby is the existence that we all want
- lucky bitch xoxo