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Hit it, folks!

prompts list (150)

fluff

"you look better in my clothes than i do."

"i believe you."

"is that my shirt?"

"can i play with your hair?"

"you can tell me anything."

"isn't the view beautiful?"

"my mother adores you."

"they're not you."

"if you cry, i'll cry-- and that won't be fun for anyone."

"did you just kiss me?"

"i've dreamt about this."

"is that a drawing of me?

"i didn't mean to say that but yeah, i love you."

"of course i will."

"wow you're photogenic."

"i thought you'd never ask."

"quick, kiss me!"

"you cancelled plans for me?"

"i've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."

"that is not what the instructions say."

"you remembered?"

"stop looking at me like that!"

"has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?"

"how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

"you're hugging me too tight!"

"my lipgloss is all over your lips."

"that's the first time i've ever seen you smile."

"you're lucky you're hot."

"i didn't know you could sing."

"you weren't supposed to hear that!"

"shut up before i kiss you."

"you give me butterflies."

"i can't think around you."

"i just wanted to make you laugh."

"kiss me better."

"why'd you stop?"

"you wrote me a song?"

"i'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand."

"you ramble and it's adorable."

"are you blushing?"

"did i say that out loud?"

"hey, only i can call them that!"

"have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?"

"i meant it when i said for better or for worse."

"that's the sixth time you've complimented me today."

"nothing else matters except for you."

"we could run away."

"the world could be on fire and i'd still be happy as long as i'm with you."

"they're such an idiot. my idiot but still."

"this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you."

smut

"do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

"stop before someone sees!"

"do that again."

"ten? i only need five."

"on your knees."

"enjoying the view?"

"that was the prettiest sound i've ever heard."

"i didn't think you were into that."

"i trust you. do it."

"next time we get into an argument, i'm reminding you that i took your virginity."

"against the window? are you insane?"

"i'm going to ruin that pretty makeup."

"now everyone's going to know you're mine.

"i could do this all day."

"louder, i want them to hear you."

"you can finish if you beg."

"do you want to come on my fingers or mouth?"

"you won't be able to walk tomorrow when i'm through with you."

"how funny do you think teasing is now?"

"after that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy."

"lay down and stay still."

"are you doing that on purpose?"

"i didn't like the way they were looking at you."

"have they ever touched you like this?"

"i never noticed how beautiful filthy words could be."

"were you masturbating?"

"my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us."

"keep quiet or someone'll hear."

"not so cocky now, are you?"

"is that new?"

"who gave you that?"

"are you jealous?"

"show me you're mine."

"i've been waiting all day to do this."

"does that hurt?"

"lipstick's a good look on you."

"we should skinny dip."

"as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now."

"were you checking me out?"

"this isn't what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you."

"call me that again."

"did i do that?"

"i'll try it for you."

"i think we just found a new kink."

"i always hated spankings as a child."

"leave the heels on."

"i'd rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do."

"what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?"

"shut up and pin me down."

"i thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. i was wrong, it's your moans."

angst

"do you love them?"

"you're not sorry."

"how did you find out?"

"don't lie to me."

"am i not important to you anymore?"

"i didn't realise i was such an inconvenience."

"do you think about them when you look at me?"

"how many times am i supposed to forgive you?"

"don't raise your fucking voice at me."

"i trusted you."

"are you ashamed of me?"

"it was open and i read it."

"i can't deal with you right now."

"did you ever really love me?"

"i see the way you look at them."

"if you can't live without me, then die."

"i don't believe you."

"all you had to do was stay."

"i knew you were too good to be true."

"i don't need help and i don't need you either."

"some things aren't meant to be."

"all my friends told me you'd break my heart."

"you were my dream come true but turns out you're a fucking nightmare too."

"you deserve better."

"it's not safe."

"i wish i'd never met you."

"i can't look at you."

"get out."

"was it worth it?"

"how could you let them say that about me?"

"there's just no pleasing you, is there?"

"why don't you give a shit?"

"how many times are you going to look me in the eye and lie to me?"

"i can't do this if you don't trust me."

"find someone else then."

"don't touch me!"

"they were there. you weren't."

"i don't want to spend another second with you!"

"is your image really more important than us?"

"you win."

"this isn't what i wanted to happen."

"i'd take our relationship back in a heartbeat."

"you two deserve each other."

"can't you listen for one second?"

"you'll be happier without me."

"if you loved me, you wouldn't have done it."

"don't you try to explain yourself!"

"you can't take back what you said."

"i don't see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore."

"why didn't you fight for us?"

#dialogue prompt #writing prompt #fic prompts #fluff prompts #smut prompts #angst prompts #prompts list #prompt list #fic inspo

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say-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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Something about the way his arms can circle all the way around her makes me feel some kinda way 0_0

Robert Sheehan in Three Summers.

@drawasaur was upset there wasn’t any gifs of this scene from the movie. So what did I do? I made her some! 😚

#three summers #robert sheehan

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say-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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King Louis XIV AU

Chapter 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

Summary: A young thief terrorising the markets of Paris finally gets caught and brought to the castle's dungeons. As she awaits her punishment, the young king finds out about a woman being imprisoned in his castle. Concerned he decides one night to sneek to the cellars to check on her.

Little did he know that the young girl would take him on an adventure he never could have dreamed of.

This story takes you on an adventure with two young adults finding themselves outside of the castle's walls holding them captive in very different ways.

Chapter 1

For the umpteenth time King Louis wandered through the hallways of his castle, recounting the number of sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. His gave wandering over the beautiful golden details, fingertips carefully, softly following the intricate shapes.

It was just early noon, the French sun not even at his highes point yet and his expression was already heavy with boredom. Lips slightly pouted, he meandered without a set destination, steps thoughtfully tutting on the polished marble floors.

Today was an especially uneventful Sunday. There was nothing to discuss with Mazarin, his trusted advisor, no new investigation his musketeers were working on Louis could snoop around in. Surely there were many servants in the castle that were there to keep him company or to keep him busy, but after long days filled with only that it gets boring for a young king.

At night, when all is dark and the stars shine hopefully, Louis dreamt of fighting outside the safe walls of his home against the evil Spaniards, saving beautiful ladies and princesses. His dreams took him on adventures he would never be allowed to go on. Mother forbid him to leave the castle, as assassins and enemies of France have been sighted in Paris. The windows were boarded up and Louis was locked in. Sighing at his misfortune he walked back to his chambers and plopped down on his soft duvet. A frustrated grunt left his lips, why couldn't the king do what he wanted? Louis thought grumpily and fell onto his back.

Outside the castle, on the farmers market a hustle broke loose. Merchants were shouting, running behind a young girl. The girl clutched a small loaf of bread in her hands and ran through between the stands, fast steps crunching the gravel beneath her thin soles.

She turned into the smaller pathways, weaving between the colourful pavilions and different, sweet smelling goods as civilians moved out of her way watching the chase with shocked expressions.

Heavy pants were leaving her mouth, her expression pained, they had never caught her before, they couldn't catch her now. She turned to look back to the persuers, which were hot on her heels, she shouldn't have done it, though, because she the moment she twisted her head she bumped into a waiting merchant. She stumbled back and fell to the ground. Young eyes wide as she stared at the merchant, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest, patronising gaze boring into her, crease between his eyebrows prominent. The girl tried to scramble back but to no avail. She was cornered.

"Oh, I've been waiting to catch you for a while now. All the things you've stolen. I am sure the king will be delighted to hear that the thief terrorising the markets of Paris has been stopped."

The girl was terrified, she feared for her life. She knew what she has done was wrong but she had no choice. The monarchy only helped the rich to get richer. Poor people like her were only getting poorer, but the king couldn't care less. After all he lived in a beautiful palace, having all the freedom he wanted to have while she lived in a tiny shed, broken and freezing cold in winter. But now, in that moment she wished herself there, away from the harsh, scrutinizing stares of the people surrounding her.

She could hear the hooves of the royal horses nearing. Soon enough three officers of the Gendarmerie looked down at her with scowling faces. The girl scrambled quickly to her feet, fiercely looking back at them. She knew that weakness will eventually kill you, so she stood her ground.

"You are arrested under the law of France for theft. You will need to come with us"

Running wasn't an option, she knew that it would make the punishment worse. This happened often in this part of Paris, they would convict her for treason of the country and the mighty king of france like every other thief that got swept up. Most of them just didn't come back to repeat their mistakes, or at all.

She tried to keep her face neutral as annoying the officers never ended in one's favour. Instead she took a composing breath and followed their lead into the tiny waggon that would take her to the cells inside the castle.

It was humiliating. She felt like the star of a Freakshow, everyone's stares burning into her body, judging everything about her. She did not like this, she wanted it to stop, to disappear.

"Louis, why are you hiding in your chambers? That is no way to behave for a king", his mother scolded him, "it is not time for bed, now get up and join us in the throne room".

"I was not hiding, mother, there was just nothing to do for me", Louis whined.

"Oh stop that right now Louis, a king does not whine, there is always duty for the leader of a country", the queen turned around and left the young king alone again.

Louis slowly stood up from the softness of his duvet.

He moved to stand in front of the mirror in his room, straightening his posture, puffing out his chest and left for the throne room, where his presence was requested.

The big doors separating him and his duty were opened by one of his servants, bowing down as he passed through. With a thud they fell close again. All eyes were on him. They always were, he loved it, he was raised to love it.

The second he sat on his throne, the heavy door opened once again. Captain Duval entered the room, content expression decorating his face.

"The thief terrorising the markets of Paris has been caught and is on his way to the royal prison cells as we speak, your majesty.", Duval bowed down.

"Oh, that is wonderful!", Louis exclaimed cheerily, clapping his hands, "Mazarin, do tell me what is a punishment appropriate for a thief like that?", He turned to face his trusted advisor.

"Well, your majesty, the punishment for treason against the country of France, and the king I might add, is, as you well know, execution."

"But is that not too harsh for stealing from the merchants?", Louis questioned his advisors suggestion.

"The thief is also connected to conspiracy against your highness, majesty.", Captain Duval added, "we are concerned for your safety"

"Then so be it. I will sign the execution of this thief"

With that Mazarin and Duval left the room to file a treaty for the king to sign.

"Oh Louis, I am so happy they are catching the enemies", his mother told him relieved.

"So am I, mother, may I be excused now?"

"If you must be", the queen granted his wish.

The young king didn't know if he was happy to be excused or not, there still was nothing for him to do but dreaming of far away adventures.

The only sounds she could hear were the chatter of the officers and the rhythmic clapper of the horses hooves. The cage they had her in rattled and rumbled.

The girl closed her eyes and rested her head against the wooden bars. A heavy breath left her lungs as she allowed her aching muscles to relax.

The cattle came to a sudden halt and her eyes snapped back open.

"We bring the thief. We have orders to transport her to the prison", a low, serious voice told the man at the gate to the castle.

The creaking of the wood and the screws sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The hairs on her neck stood up and she shivered as the horses picked up speed again. Soon enough they opened the cage and harshly gripped the girl by her wrists and pulled her out. As her feet hit the ground her knees buckled under her and she stumbled to the ground. The iron grip on her wrists tightened, forcing her to look up. She stood in front of heavy iron clad doors, surely leading to the cellar.

The heavy slowly door opened just slightly missing her face, cold, musky air left the damp catacombs. The officers egged her on, pushing against the small of her back until she moved towards the dimly lit stairs. As she took the first few steps downward, she heard cries of the lost souls stuck in the dungeon. This was not a place for a girl, she was almost certain that she wouldn't last in there. Her mind already planning and scanning her new surroundings for an escape route, but her chances of getting away diminished as the door slammed shut.

She braced herself against the wall that was cold, damp and dirty und her fingertips. Her face was enlightened by the orange glow of the torches fastened to the walls. The further down they stepped, the darker it got. She could barely see a few meters ahead.

As they passed the cells, the inhabitants rushed to grasp and rattle the metal bars disconnecting them from freedom. A hard shove to her side pushed her into the cell at the far end of the hallway. Not expecting the sudden force, she fell to the ground harshly, hands brazing her fall, little pebbles digging into her palms. She sat on the floor pulling her knees to her chest and let her eyes sweep around. The girl spotted the outlines of a door on the far right end of the hallway, right next to her cell.

Without uttering a single words the guards left her alone with her misery. Their carefree chatter became duller the further they went, leaving only the sound of the shuffling and murmuring to echo in the darkness.

After supper, the musketeers told king Louis about the happenings in Paris. Louis sat in his throne, his mother to his right as the musketeers entered bowing down.

"The thief is now captive in the cells, your majesty. She is safely contained", D'Artagnan informed.

"She? The thief is a woman? But the cells in the dungeon are no place for women, D'Artagnan.", Louis voiced his concerns. His forehead crinkling into a frown.

"Your Highness, a thief and a conspirator deserves no concern of yours. The punishment is well deserved, do not worry, your majesty."

"If you say so, my musketeers, then so it will be", the king said, but not fully convinced. The dungeon was not suited for a woman and he knew it, women are to be treaded softly in his eyes.

Later that night when he stood in front of the mirror in his chambers again, he kept thinking back to the woman surely lying in the cold cell. As he lied down under his soft duvet, he knew that she must be laying on the little bits of hay thrown on the ground. That night he fell asleep with a guilty conscience.

Though it was not easy for Louis to finally succomb to redeeming slumber, it was much harder for the girl in the dungeons.

She was by no means used to much different standards. The bed in her little shed was hard, scratchy and damp but laying on hay on the hard cement floor was impossible to get comfortable on.

In an attempt to keep some of the warmth she curled into a small ball on her makeshift bed. The air was moist and heavy. It was not easy to breath, no circulation happening and she already missed the freezing breeze gushing through the holes in her home.

Her quiet, shaky breath mixed with the weeping of the other prisoners lulling her into possibly the worst rest of her life.

#robert sheehan character fic #aesthetic #imagines #oneshots #king louis xvi #robert sheehan

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say-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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King Louis XIV (untitled story)

A young thief terrorising the markets of Paris finally got caught and brought to the castle's dungeons. As she awaits her punishment, the young king finds out about a woman being imprisoned in his castle. Concerned he decides one night to sneek to the cellars to check on her.

Little did he know that the young girl would take him on an adventure he never could have dreamed of.

This story takes you on an adventure with two young adults finding themselves outside of the castle's walls holding them captive in very different ways.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: coming soon

#King Louis xiv #robert sheehan character fic #imagines #oneshots #robert sheehan #royal au #original character #adventure

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Will you play it for me?

Ivan McCormick x Reader

Word Count: 850

Tags: fluffy fluff

Warnings: none at all, it's safe folks ;)

a/n: You catch Ivan playing a beautiful song and he teaches you how to play it on his guitar

You entered the open space of the warehouse, its dusty sent filling your senses. You could hear Ivan pulling on his guitar strings playing a beautiful little melody, singing softly along with lyrics you couldn't quite make out yet. The moment you stepped in sight the sounds stopped and Ivan looked up at you with a loving smile.

"Can you keep playing for me, Ivan? I like the sound of you playing.", You softly broke the new silence that lied apon the two you. Steps patting lightly against the hardwood floor towards him.

"Come 'ere baby, I can show you how to play if you'd like me to", Ivan grabbed you by the hoops of your jeans and pulled you gently towards where he sat on the warehouse floor.

You got to know Ivan and Neil through Gloria after she hit it off with Neil. She thought Ivan and you would make a cute pair so she introduced you. And to your surprise, she was absolutely right. You quickly fell in love with the way his hair curled and he smiled when he gently plucked at the guitar strings. The two of you started to spent more time together until you were inseparable.

Now you found yourself sitting comfortably in his lap, your back leaning against his toned, warm chest, guitar in your hands.

Ivan's hands brushed the lost strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes gently behind your ears. His arms circled around you, which you were more than contend with because the cold air in the warehouse was getting to you.

You felt his puffed breath warm on your neck as his hands slipped over your own.

Carefully Ivan positioned the fingers of your left hand over the strings, explaining softly which frets you needed to hold to play a specific note. Though you were barely listening, his scent almost overwhelming you. He consumed your senses so much that you weren't able to listen to his soothing voice.

Ivan positioned the pick he had nearby between your right forefinger and thumb. His hand still covering yours. He started strumming your hand along the guitar strings gently, whispering softly into you ear explaining what you had to do.

The sweet melody flooded the room as you slipped into a world with only you and him in it. The cold of the warehouse floor evaporated and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

The song he was teaching you was simple and soon you began to get the hang of it. Ivan's hands never left yours but you were taking more and more control of your movements. Getting lost in him and the music you were strumming absentmindedly, miraculously hitting the right notes. You slowly realised you played the song he played when you first entered the room.

"Are you writing this for the band then?", You whispered softly, afraid the atmosphere around you will shatter if you spoke to loudly.

"No, I am writing it for you", he whispered into your ear.

This brought a pink tint to your cheeks and a goofy smile to your lips.

"Will you play it for me?"

"But it's not done yet", you heard the smile in his words as he leaned down and softly kissed the crook of your neck.

"Please I want to hear it. Ivan, please", you playfully begged him. His lyrics were always beautiful but he was too shy to suggest them to the band and he simply wanted to keep them personal. Ivan was contend with leaving the bright spotlight to Neil.

"[y/n]",he dragged out, "you just gotta be patient, love"

His gentle assault on your neck moved to your jawline, the guitar long forgotten. You leaned your had back on his shoulder, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to explore your skin.

Ivan left little marks on your skin and when he reached your cheek, you turned your head to meet his lips with yours. It was a soft kiss filled with emotion, conveying more than most words could ever express.

You turned in his warm embrace now facing him. Your foreheads rested against the other as you breathed. For a moment you just stayed in this position but soon you felt his hands tighten around your back, pulling you onto him. Now chest against chest, your knees on either side of his legs, Ivan leaned back in again, this time more fiercely. You shifted on his lap causing him to groan into your mouth, you used that opportunity to slip your tongue between his teeth. Your hands found the ends of his soft curls, pulling them not quite hard enough to hurt him but the sounds you eclicted from him only spurred you on.

"[y/n], if we don't stop now, I don't think I can contain myself much longer"

"Well. Neil and Gloria are gonna be gone for a while longer, we have the whole place to ourselves.", you smirked mischiefly, re-connecting your lips hastily.

#robert sheehan character fic #killing bono #imagines #oneshots #fanfiction #ivan mccormick #robert sheehan #guitar #fluffy

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"So maybe I am jealous"

Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nothing really but slight language, heavy kissing

a/n: This is just Nathan getting jealous when you go to the bar, he starts getting a little possessive

This is my first Nathan Fic so yeah, constructive criticism is definitely wanted 💛

As you were cleaning the windows of the community center you were not oblivious to the glances Nathan threw at you. This had been going on for a while now and you were desperately waiting for him to finally make a move. He was usually too cocky for his own good, but when you actually wanted him to be honest and upfront he kept his pretty lips sealed.

You thought your hints were quite obvious, the way you laughed at his bad jokes and smiled at his disgusting antics. Nathan didn't seem to pick up on all of this though.

Wiping down the soapy window, you spied a young man walking through the community center looking around rather lost. You walked past Nathan, sparing him a lingering gaze he didn't notice and stalked through the double doors into the community center.

-"hey, I saw you wandering around in there multiple times, uhm anyway can I help you find your way?"

-"yeah that would be nice. This place is like a labyrinth and I keep on walking the same halls over and over again"

-"oh, believe me I know. Where can I guide you... ?", you asked noticing you didn't know his name yet and letting your sentence drifting off into nothingness.

- "I'm sorry, it's Ken, I am looking for Sally, do you happen to know her?"

-" I'm [y/n]. I know Sally, she must be wandering around here somewhere doing whatever she does all day long, but I can show you to her office if you like?"

-"Thank you [y/n], you are my saviour!"

You chuckled lightly at his comment and started to lead him to Sally's office, still smiling softly to yourself. Ken was a good looking young fella, there was no denying that. Easy conversation flowed between the two of you as you passed the window the other five were currently cleaning. You could feel their gazes on you as you passed. Nathan's eyes followed you far longer down the halls than you would have expected.

-"What is she doing there with that twat?", Nathan exclaimed rather irritated.

-"What do ya think, dickhead, she's talking to him", Kelly stated matter-of-factly while rolling her eyes at Nathan. His thoughts kept bothering him. He didn't know why he was so irritated by you hanging around with another guy, it's not like there was something going on between them, was there?

You arrived Infront of the office doors and saw Sally sitting inside talking animately on the phone.

-"I should get going before she sees me. I don't want to get any more work put on my shoulders today. See yah around sometime?", you said hurriedly, really not wanting Sally to catch you there when you had work to finish.

-"wait!", Ken called out to you as you turned around, "would you like to go out for a drink tonight?", he finished, his cheeks starting to glow in soft hues of red. His smile stayed on, though, and turned quite cheeky. He was up for mischief and you most definitely knew it. He actually had the balls to ask you out, unlike the guy you set your eyes on. Getting your mind of Nathan for a night won't hurt right?

-"yes I would like that"

-"I will meet you here at seven then [y/n]?"

You agreed before bidding your goodbyes and hurrying back to the windows, smiling goofily.

"Mind telling us who the guy was [y/n]?", Alisha asked smirking, nudging a very grumpy looking Nathan.

"Uhm, that was Ken, wanted to talk to Sally I guess", you answered, unsure where this conversation would lead.

"he looks like he could give you right a good time, you know?", Alisha added, evil smirk broadening, splitting her face.

Nathan grumbled a quiet "I'm done" under his breath while turning to leave.

"I might find out t'night, we're going out for a couple pints at the bar later", you answered not knowing whether or not you wanted Nathan to hear about your plan. The question answered itself as soon as you finished when Nathan twirled back around, eyebrows pulled together and exclaimed: "Oh really? Have fun shaggin' the bastard then tonight". You noticed the sarcastic tone in his voice and for a split second you thought you heard a pinch of pain in his voice, but the thought disappeared as soon as Nathan stomped away.

"What's the matter with 'im?", Kelly wondered out loud. The answer was unknown to you all, Kelly probably hearing your thoughts trying to put the pieces together.

Later in the locker room you took your time, hoping to get a moment alone with Nathan but he seemed to be too much in a hurry to get away from you. He did not look back, he didn't even say goodbye to anyone that day. You tried to shrug it of as well as you could while changing out of your orange jumpsuit.

At seven sharp you reached the Community Center and saw Ken already waiting for you, looking at his watch absentmindedly. As you reached him you couldn't help but smile. He was dressed in Jeans and a dress shirt. You looked out of place dressed in your usual jeans and sweatshirt.

-"You look lovely tonight [y/n]", Ken beamed at you.

-"Thank you, you don't look too shabby yourself there", you answered, slightly blushing at his words.

You walked to the bar close to each other but not quite touching. Smalltalk flooded the cool evening air and you welcomed the comfortable heat inside the bar he chose, as you stepped over the threshold.

He was the definition of a gentleman all throughout the date. Polite, charming. But something put you off, it seemed forced and not genuine. Nonetheless you enjoyed yourself and you had a good time.

He walked you home that night, confidently grasping your hand, his grip was tight and not comforting at all, but you brushed it off. When the two of you arrived at your doorstep you lingered for a few moments.

-"so this is it. That's me right here."

The moment you said that Ken leaned down and his face closed in on yours. Shocked and overwhelmed by his sudden action you turned your head away. His lips brushing your cheeks instead. He pulled away, "when will I see you again?", he sighed.

-"soon", was the only thing you muttered as you turned and opened your door, slipping inside and leaning against the closed door, letting out the breath you held.

As you walked to Community Service early the next morning you thought back to the little date you had the night prior. Even though it brought a slight smile to your face and a glow to your skin, it also made you shiver slightly.

Last night after the community service Nathan left the locker room as fast as he could. He didn't want to talk to [y/n] then, he doesn't want to now either. In his tiny mind you chose that bastard over him. So that night he sat alone on the balcony, letting his legs tumble down swinging them lightly. He had pizza that night, but the knot in his stomach didn't let him finish it. He himself couldn't tell what was wrong. A scowl decorated his usually carefree face.

"Ken? What's that for a Barbie doll shit name?", he mumbled to himself. But there is no way he could be jealous of that wanker.

Nathan looked into the mirror. He had it all, face, body hell his hair should be enough to sweep [y/n] of her feet.

He was back to his cocky self when you entered the locker room, slight spring in your step and a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey there, how are you today?", you greeted him, trying to sound casual.

"Amazing, why wouldn't I be ? How was your date with Barbie?", he bit back.

"Is somebody jealous?", you teased wondering where this new found confidence came from.

"Why would I be jealous of him? I mean have you seen him? Have yah seen me? ", Nathan replied hastily, you could see his tough exterior faltering slightly.

"Nathan, I think you are", you were getting more and more sure of yourself, some might even say you were getting cocky.

"So yeah maybe I am jealous but what does that matter anyway now? You got that dickhead with ya now", he didn't even try to hide his sarcastic tone.

"Who told you that, I am nobody's property", you told Nathan as you stepped closer to him, "I think you're cute when you're jealous, Nathan".

"I am not cute [y/n], do you want me to proof that to yah?", Nathan , now smirking, closed the distance between the two of you. You backed up against the cold metall of the locker with a thud. His green eyes bored steadily into yours, occasionally flicking to your slightly parted lips. You were at a loss for words at his sudden boldness, but you weren't complaining. This was what you were waiting for all along. As your thoughts tumbled around your mind, Nathan leaned in an captured your lips with his. Slowly at first but the kiss grew heated fast.

Your heart rate exhilarated, and both of your breaths grew heavier. You pulled away to get a gasp of air into your lungs. One of Nathan's hands rested next to your head and the other softly at your hips. Your foreheads leaned against eachother as you caught your breaths.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that and way more to you", Nathan breathed out. "Yeah, me neither", you contered, chest still heaving heavily. Without any more words you leaned back in, continuing where you left off. Tounges battling for dominance exploring each others mouths thoroughly. Nathan's narrow hips started to grind against yours, eclicting a soft moan from you, harmonizing with his low grunt. You totally lost yourself in him when the sound of the heavy locker room door destroyed the atmosphere.

"Oh .. my god... That is disgusting", Kelly exclaimed, "what do you think you're doing in 'ere?"

"I was just showing [y/n] there that I am not cute, and was about to give her a demonstration of the beast that is now awake", Nathan said while biting his lip and suggestively winking in your direction. You blushed, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth, leaving you wanting more. To be continued, you hoped.

#robert sheehan character fic #imagines #oneshots #jealousy #misfits #robert sheehan #nathan young

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