I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note).
Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx
Dark and angsty. Partly gory. Read with caution.
Word count: 1400
on, go faster! You can’t let them get us, bro!”
Chase’s strained voice came from the passenger seat of the car. Jack, who drove
it, hissed back:
“Chase, I know! I can’t help it, this piece of junk is too slow!”
A weak sigh came from the back of the car. Jackieboy Man was slumped down on
the back seat, struggling to breathe properly. His suit was torn open and a
gushing wound on his exposed side made clear talking difficult for him. Every
few seconds, he would cough up blood.
“I’d push… it, but I’m out… order… at the moment…”
Dr Schneeplestein sat squeezed in the space between the driver’s seat and the
back seat, pressing an already blood-soaked piece of cloth at Jackies wound and
worriedly gazing at him.
“I von’t be able to stabilize him for much longer, and I already gave him zhree
dozes of painkillerz! Ve vill loze him!”
Chase glanced at the car’s dashboard and nervously cracked his knuckles.
“Dude! We’re gonna run out of fuel soon…”
“Yes Chase, I am aware of that!”
“And what about Marvin? We have to help him, we can’t just leave him behind!”
SUMMARY : (Set early season 2) After the reader loses everything, she finds herself fighting for her life against the dead. But she realizes she’s not alone when a stranger with a crossbow saves her life.
WORD COUNT : 4,781
A/N : I know I take FOREVER to upload stories but that’s because I want them to be perfect! This one turned out to be way longer than I expected, but oh well! I hope you beautiful people enjoy and please let me know what you think!
(P.S. For those who requested this prompt, each of you had a different idea on how this story should play out so I mashed them all together and came up with this. Hope it doesn’t disappoint!)
“Run! Don’t look back. Don’t stop for anything. Just run. Now, Y/N, go!”
The woods were deathly silent, the only sound coming from heaving lungs and feet crashing through leaves and thickets.
“No, Dad! I’m not leaving you!”
Branches tore at clothing and skin, tearing holes and slicing exposed arms and legs.
“I’ll be right behind you, sweetheart. I promise!”
No one had heard them coming. One minute you were helping set up camp before nightfall and the next, a herd of biters ambushed your group.
You felt your stomach twist as you remembered your fathers’ eyes — warm like honey, wide eyed and terrified as he begged you to run.
Your father pulled you in for a hug — swift but firm, like he knew deep down it would be the last time he’d hold you — before giving you a small push as a group of biters closed in on him. Turning on your heels, you took off ahead, hearing grunts as flesh hit flesh — no doubt your father fighting for his life.
Then suddenly, a gut wrenching scream filled the air that stopped you dead in your tracks. “Don’t…don’t look back,” you whispered, repeating your fathers’ order through gritted teeth.
But you couldn’t help yourself.
You spared one last glance over your shoulder just in time to see a biter rip the exposed flesh from your fathers’ neck.
A strangled noise escaped your mouth as you watched the blood pour from his throat, soaking the front of his stained white t shirt. His eyes met yours, still warm like honey, but bloodshot and filled with unshed tears, as he gargled one last word. “Run.“
And so you did.
You didn’t know how long you’d been running — you were sure you had lost the herd behind you a while back. But your body felt as though it was on autopilot — falling into a steady rhythm as you ducked around fallen branches and roots.
You wiped at your tear stained cheeks, your breaths coming out in huffs as you tried to forget how you just lost the last person you had left on Earth…about the guilt that coiled around your body like rope for listening to your dad and running ahead…about how you had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do now.
You felt your chest tighten, as if a hand had reached inside your body and grabbed your heart, squeezing it in its grasp.
Distracted by the sudden pressure, you didn’t notice the tree branch hanging too low in front of you. The next thing you knew, you were sprawled flat on your back, wind knocked out of you, staring up at the swinging branch you collided with.
You laid completely still, save for your heaving chest as you tried to slow your breathing. Sweat dripped down the base of your neck and sides of your face, collecting into a pool around you.
With a groan, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. You felt wetness drip down the side of your face and wiped at it with your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back, it was covered in blood. “Shit,” you grimaced.
Ignoring the turmoil inside, your survival instincts kicked in. You were vulnerable out in the open like this — you needed to find shelter and now. Wiping the blood from your hands, you went to stand up but a jolt of pain shot through your left ankle, sending you crashing back to the ground.
You hissed in agony and grabbed your foot, tears springing to your eyes from the strain. Taking a breath, you stretched your leg out in front of you to survey the damage. Relief washed over you when you realized you could roll your ankle around without too much strain, meaning it hadn’t been broken. But you grimaced at how swollen it already was.
Swallowing the pain, you focused back on the task at hand. You needed to get somewhere safe — that was priority number one. You could deal with everything else later.
Still, a small voice kept making itself known in the back of your head —
You’re all alone.
You could’ve saved daddy.
Fighting back the tears that sprang to your eyes, you gripped your chest — feeling your heart rate starting to speed up…feeling your breath start to accelerate…
You frantically glanced around, seeing nothing but trees surrounding you. No matter which direction you faced, everything looked exactly the same. You had no idea where you were, which direction to go, which direction you came from. It was almost dark and you had no idea how to get somewhere safe or if there even was someplace safe.
A chill set over your bones at the thought of being alone in the woods at night — nothing good ever happened at night.
Before even more panic could set it, a rustle came from behind you, drawing your attention away. You flipped over onto your knees, squinting towards the mass of trees you heard the noise come from. But dusk was making it difficult to see more than a couple feet in front of you.
All of the sudden, a group of walkers came into view, weaving between the trees, limping and groaning directly towards you.
Your stomach dropped as you began to crawl backwards, counting at least four biters coming your way — you had gone up against more than that before, but you didn’t have any back up and on top of that, you were injured.
You stumbled to your feet, hissing from the pain shooting through your ankle, and realized in horror that you wouldn’t be able to outrun the dead on a twisted ankle.
“Damn it,” you growled as the dead limped faster in your direction, arms outstretched, teeth bared.
Heart racing, you fumbled for the knife you kept strapped to your leg. It was the only weapon you had — everything else had been left behind back at the camp. You yanked it out of its sheath just as one of the walkers lunged at you.
Gasping, you braced your hands against the walkers shoulders, its jaws snapping inches from your face. You grunted, struggling under its weight — but with one big shove, you were able to push the biter onto its back, your body toppling on top of it. Just before its teeth could sink into your neck, you pulled your arm back and sunk your knife deep into the walkers temple, its grip on you going slack.
Wrenching your knife out of the walkers head, you hopped to your feet, keeping the pressure off your bad foot as the next walker sprang at you.
You dodged its attack, pushing it away from you. While the biter fumbled for its balance, you snuck up behind and plunged your knife into the back of its head, blood splattered over your face as you yanked your knife.
Heart pounding, you spun around and came face to face with the most grotesque looking walker you had seen — half of its face had rotted off, exposing tendons and bone. One eye was dangling from its socket, bouncing against its cheek with each movement. The skin that was left on its body was sickly green, sagging into hanging clumps.
Fighting back the bile that rose to your throat, you ducked under the walkers swinging arms before giving it a shove backwards. The biter growled in protest, taking a minute to regain its balance as you slowly limped backwards, keeping your knife up and ready in front of you.
Suddenly, a snarl came from behind, turning your attention to the fourth walker who had snuck up on you. Before you could make a move, the biter attacked — launching itself right at you and effectively knocking you flat on your back. As your head slammed into the ground, you felt your knife slip from your grasp.
You were paralyzed for a moment, black spots clouding your vision. The only thing you were aware of was this heaviness that suddenly settled over your body. You lifted your head an inch off the ground and came practically nose to nose with the walker that took you down.
A scream escaped your lips before you could stop it as you grabbed a handful of the walkers hair and yanked it backwards. The biter growled and snapped its jaws, just barely missing your face. You grunted under the weight of the walker and with your free hand, frantically felt around for your knife.
Instead, your hand clamped around what felt like a large rock. Adrenaline kicking into high gear, you picked it up and slammed it into the side of the walkers head. The walker rolled onto its back next to you and you quickly straddled it, raising the rock over your head and slamming it into the biters face until it stopped moving.
You saw movement from the corner of your eye and went to grab the rock now embedded in the walkers face, but it was covered with blood and slipped right through your fingers.
With a frustrated yell, you jumped to your feet just as the walker with the hanging eye grabbed you, the weight of its body propelling you backwards until your back connected with a tree trunk. Groaning, you braced one forearm against its chest, the other against its neck, and felt the last remaining bit of strength you had draining from your body.
The walker snarled, snapping its blood stained teeth just inches from you. Your arms began quivering as you attempted to squirm out of the biters grasp, but your back was pressed up against the tree and there was no where for you to go.
A sob rose to your throat as you thought of your father — how he had just sacrificed his life so you could live yours — and how that sacrifice would mean nothing now. You were in a losing battle and by the looks of it, wouldn’t last much longer.
A sort of calm settled over your bones and you wondered if this was what it felt like to die — to feel at peace in the face of death. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the end…
But just as your arms were about to give out, you felt the biter you were fending off go completely still.
Your eyes shot open in confusion — its mouth was unhinged as if in mid bite, hands outstretched as if they were seconds from grabbing you, its one eye wide open.
Everything looked exactly how it did before you closed your eyes.
Except one thing.
There was an arrow sticking through the side of its head.
The walkers legs gave out and it crumpled to the ground. You were frozen in place, body shaking from what almost happened as you stared at the unmoving walker.
“Ya bit?” a new voice rang out, making your head snap up.
Your eyes landed on a man you had never seen before — he had cropped, brown hair and wore torn clothing. It looked like the sleeves of his plaid shirt had been ripped off, exposing toned, dirty arms. Over his shirt he wore a black leather vest. But what drew your full attention was the crossbow he held in his grasp aimed at your head.
“W-what?” you finally sputtered, heart beating a mile a minute.
“Bit,” the man growled, seeming to lose his patience. “Did ya get bit?”
For the first time, you took a look at yourself. You could understand why he would be uneasy — most of your body was coated in blood, your clothing was all ripped up, and scratches covered most of your exposed skin.
“I ain’t got all day, woman,” the stranger barked out annoyed, taking a few measured steps forward, crossbow still pointed at you.
You gulped, slowly raising both of your hands in surrender. “I-I don’t think so,” you whispered. Your eyes flickered from the weapon up to the man, meeting his penetrating gaze. He seemed to give you a thorough once over — not in a way that made you uneasy — more so that he was being extra cautious.
When it seemed like he was satisfied you weren’t an immediate threat, he very slowly lowered his crossbow, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. A heavy silence passed between the two of you before the man spoke up. “The hell ya doin’ all the way out here?”
“My camp…” you trailed off, lowering your hands. “My camp was overrun.”
The man nodded, not seeming to need further explanation. “An’ what ‘bout your people?”
You lowered your eyes, feeling a tremor rock through you. You couldn’t think about how much you lost…not right now. Right now you needed to survive.
When you looked back up at the man, his eyes had softened considerably. “I didn’t mean ‘ta—“
“Thank you,” you interrupted, nodding towards the walker the man had taken down. “You saved my life.”
It might’ve been the trick of the light but you could’ve sworn you saw the man flush red. Regardless, he just grunted, approaching the walker. “Was nothin’,” he said offhandedly, bending down and yanking the arrow out of the walkers head.
“It wasn’t nothing,” you retorted, catching the man’s gaze as he straightened up. “You didn’t have to help me. Thankyou,” you said slowly, meaningfully.
The man just nodded once, signaling the end of the conversation, as he slipped the arrow into the sack he had strapped around his shoulders. You suddenly felt very exposed — you needed to find you knife.
Body aching, you limped over to where you had dropped the knife and gently lowered yourself to your hands and knees. You began to feel around for the weapon you lost, pushing piles of leaves around, trying to uncover it.
Every move you made felt like a thousand needles were piercing your skin — your head was pounding, your ankle was throbbing, and you were almost certain you had a concussion.
You felt eyes on you and flashed a look at the man who was watching you with furrowed brows. He seemed to have something on his mind but remained silent. Knowing you’d feel much better when you had something to protect yourself with, you continued to search the forrest floor.
Seconds later, you heard the rustling of footsteps approach you — the man was now beside you, standing over the walker you had killed with the rock. Then, almost effortlessly, he grabbed the biter by the collar of its shirt and tossed it a couple feet to the side. You watched perplexed, as the man crouched down and picked up something.
When a glint of silver caught your attention, you realized he had grabbed your knife — so not only was this guy a skilled archer, he was apparently a mind reader as well.
His eyes flickered up to yours as if he heard your thoughts and held your gaze, straightening to his full height. You slowly stood up, ignoring the spasm of pain shooting through your ankle, and glanced at the weapon.
A part of you wondered why you weren’t as scared as you should be — you were defenseless, standing in front of stranger who held a knife. But you weren’t scared — hell, you weren’t even slightly concerned.
And that is what scared you.
The man suddenly flipped the knife in his hand, grabbing the blade and extending the hilt towards you.
You tentatively reached for it. “Thank you,” you mumbled yet again as you slipped the weapon back into the sheath wrapped around your thigh. “I’m, uh, I’m Y/N, by the way,” you continued, feeling a little self conscious, your people skills feeling incredibly rusty.
The man paused, seeming a little self conscious himself. “Daryl,” he finally grumbled with a nod.
“So,” you started a bit awkwardly, “what brought you all the way out here?”
Daryl’s features darkened ever so slightly. “Lookin’ for someone,” he said lowly, worry flashing over his face before quickly disappearing. “A lil girl…she got, uh, blonde hair. Real skinny. ‘Bout yeigh high,” he said, holding his hand up near his chest. “Ya seen anyone out here?”
You shook your head slowly. “No…no, sorry. You’re the first person I’ve seen.”
“Damn it,” Daryl rumbled, scanning the surrounding area. “I gotta keep lookin’. She’s jus’ a kid an’ all…” he trailed off, before locking eyes with you once again. “Hey, ya gonna be okay?”
You paused, caught off guard, unsure why this stranger was worried about your well being. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll be fine,” you finally said, clearly convincing neither you or Daryl.
He seemed to have an internal struggle, shuffling back and forth on his feet, looking torn. Finally seeming to have made a decision to whatever conflict was going on inside him, he sighed. “Listen, if ya want, I can bring ya back ‘ta — ”
Whatever he was about to say was cut off by the tell tale groan of a walker coming your way. The two of you immediately switched into high alert, Daryl raising his crossbow and you grabbing your knife. You felt your breathing start to pick up as you stared towards where the sound came from. The tension rolling off Daryl was almost palpable as he took few steps forward, shooting you a quick look over his shoulder.
A walker suddenly came into view — but just as quickly as it appeared, it was taken down — one of Daryl’s arrows pierced through its skull, a perfect headshot.
A sigh of relief left your body as Daryl walked over to the biter. You stared at his back as he went, the two angel wings sewn into the back of his vest drawing your attention.
You watched as he effortlessly yanked the arrow out of the walkers head and reloaded it into his bow. “You’re pretty good with that thing,” you commented, motioning to the crossbow.
He glanced down at the weapon, turning it in his hands as if to get a good look at it. “It ain’t rocket science or nothin’,” he brushed off. “Ya got anythin’ else on ya ‘sides that knife?”
You shook your head. “We didn’t have time to grab anything.”
“We?” Daryl retorted, quirking a brow.
You felt your body go numb. For a minute, you’d almost forgotten you just lost your dad. A pit formed in your stomach and you did everything you could to hold back the grief that was threatening to crash over you.
You tried not to think of your dad — how scared he looked, how you shouldn’t have left him, how brightly his blood had contrasted over his white shirt.
And then you felt two hands grab your shoulders and all of the sudden, you were face to face with Daryl.
He was crouched down a little so the two of you were eye level and for the first time, you realized how deep his blue eyes were. “Ya good? Ya looked like ya were ‘bout ‘ta pass out or somethin’,” he rumbled, face etched with concern.
As you opened your mouth to respond, a loud growl sounded throughout the night, drawing both of your attentions to the trees behind you. You barely had time to react before Daryl was grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him, positioning himself in front of you, crossbow up and aimed once again.
You felt your heart rate speed up, grasping your knife a little harder than necessary. “How many?” you whispered, peeking over his shoulder.
“Don’t know…” he trailed off, chest heaving. “Can ya run?”
You looked down at your foot, wincing as you rolled the ankle you twisted earlier. “Not fast enough,” you murmured back. Daryl muttered something that sounded like a curse under his breath, but you couldn’t hear him over the blood pounding in your ears.
The suspense didn’t last long. Seconds later, a group of walkers emerged from the shadows. You took a step out from behind Daryl to stand beside him and counted five of them. He glanced down at you, his expression unreadable.
You stared back up at him, ignoring the way your stomach flipped. “I’m with you,” you said resolutely, raising your knife.
Daryl watched you for a moment more, before giving a nod. He waited until one of the walkers was a couple feet away before firing at it, taking it down with an arrow to its head.
You limped a couple feet to the side, waving your arms around. “Hey! Over here!” you shouted, catching the attention of another walker. It set its sights on you and started groaning your way, stumbling over its own feet. You peeked around it and saw Daryl take down another one with his hunting knife.
A growl brought you back to the task at hand and you waited for the snapping walker to get closer. It reached for you but you ducked under its swinging arms and grabbed it by the hair, yanking its head back and sinking your knife deep into its forehead. The walker collapsed into a heap at your feet as you yanked your knife back out.
You spun around and saw Daryl hunched over, in the middle of reloading his crossbow, keeping his eyes on the walker nearing him. But what he didn’t see was the fifth walker approaching him from behind.
You felt your heart lurch and you limped as fast as you could towards the man you had just met. He shot at the walker in front of him just as the one behind him pounced.
But you got to him first.
You threw yourself at the walker who had nearly taken a bite out Daryl’s shoulder, knocking yourself and the biter onto the forrest floor. You cried out as you landed hard on your already bruised body — but a growl put you back on high alert.
The walker you took down now laid on its back, reaching for you with its ragged hand. But before it could grab you, you stabbed your knife through its arm, sinking the blade deep into the dirt below.
Now that one arm was securely pinned down, you rolled over the walker so you were straddling it. You spotted a fallen branch about a foot long and grabbed it, holding it high over your head, ready to strike…
And then suddenly, the walker beneath you was no longer just any walker.
Now it wore a stained white t shirt…now it’s throat was ripped open…now it’s warm like honey eyes, bloodshot and filled with unshed tears bored into yours.
“Dad…” you choked out, the noise sounding strangled in your throat as the stick slipped from your hand.
You were paralyzed — you couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. All you could do was stare. Guilt snaked its way into your thoughts — you should be dead right now, you should be the monster, not him.
Then you blinked and suddenly your dad was gone. It was just another walker beneath you, not the figment you just imagined. And before you could react, the biter retched its pinned arm free and grabbed you by the hair, bringing your face closer and closer to its snapping jaws.
Just when the walker was close enough where you could feel its breath on your neck, you saw a flash of silver and the walker was dead — your knife sticking in its temple. And then a pair of strong arms were wrapping around your waist and hoisting you off the dead biter.
You thought you heard someone calling your name, but everything sounded fuzzy — you couldn’t hear past the pounding in your ears. You felt two warm hands grab either side of your face and you realized you were almost nose to nose with Daryl, who had this frantic look on his face but you didn’t know why.
He was mouthing something — no, he was saying something — but you couldn’t understand him. All you could focus on was how fast your heart was racing, how numb your body felt, how you couldn’t catch your breath.
All of the sudden, Daryl had a hand cupped under your chin and was tilting your head up so you were forced to look at him — his touch grounding you.
You locked eyes, focusing on how blue his eyes were, trying distract yourself from the chaos in your mind — and then you stared at his lips, trying to push past the fogginess so you could understand what he was trying to say.
“Hey, hey…look at me, Y/N, jus’ keep lookin’ at me,” he was saying.
You felt your legs starting to buckle under you, but just before they could give out, Daryl wrapped an arm around your waist and half dragged, half carried you away from the corpses and sat you down against a tree trunk.
Tremors rocked your body as you leaned against the trunk, feeling the full effect of the panic attack starting to consume you.
But then Daryl appeared, crouching down right in front of you, watching you with worried eyes and you focused on him instead. “Jus’ breathe, Y/N,” he spoke quietly. You did as he said, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, releasing the air when your lungs started to burn.
You don’t know how long you sat there, eyes closed, focusing on your breathing. When the tightness in your chest finally went away, you slowly opened your eyes. Daryl was still crouched in front of you, never having moved from his spot — and you realized how much comfort his presence brought you.
You let out a shaky breath, leaning your head back. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame.
“Nah, don’t be,” Daryl retorted, shaking his head. “Nothin’ ‘ta be sorry for.”
You turned your head away from him, feeling tears spring to your eyes. You hated feeling out of control. You hated feeling weak. “I promise I’m not always this much of a basket case,” you laughed humorlessly.
Daryl just shrugged his shoulders, completely indifferent. “Basket case or not, ya saved my life.”
“Was nothin’,” you brushed off, calling back his own response from earlier. He just scoffed, the corner of his mouth quirking up before his features settled back to their normal stoic place. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat. “You, uh…you should probably get back to your search. That little girl’s still out here somewhere.”
“I ain’t gonna leave ya alone out here,” Daryl immediately shot back. “We got a camp. A farm. Me an’ my people. Good people,” he added for emphasis before doubt flashed through his eyes. “I mean, if ya want. Ya don’t have ‘ta —”
“No, no,” you jumped in. “No, I’d like that.”
Daryl just nodded before pushing off his feet and walking back to where the two of you had taken down the walkers. “We oughta get outta here ‘fore any more of these ugly pricks show up,” he grumbled, grabbing his crossbow and slinging it across his back. He then went over to the walker you had imagined was your dad and yanked your knife out of its skull.
With a heave, you pulled yourself up to a standing position, leaning against the tree. You bit back the pain shooting through your body, ignoring how the world spun around you.
Daryl made his way back to you, surveying the area for any signs of danger. “Here,” he said, handing your knife back to you.
“Thank you,” you sighed, tucking it back into its sheath. “Lead the way,” you offered with a wave of the hand, feeling a little nervous about what the future held for you, this strange man, and his group.
As soon as you took one step, agony shot through your ankle and you hissed in pain. You barely saw Daryl move, but one moment he was behind you and the next, he had slipped an arm around your waist and holding you up.
You stopped and glanced up at him, locking eyes once again. Neither of you spoke, both just taking the other in. You could’ve sworn you saw red flush over Daryl’s face, but in the next moment, it was gone and the two of you were moving forward. When you felt a spasm of pain shoot up your leg, you flinched, leaning heavily into Daryl. “You’re okay, I got ya,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through his chest.
A small smile came across your lips as you held onto him a little tighter. “I know.”
Request: Hi!! Idk if you’ve done this yet bc you don’t have a masterlist so I apologize in advance if I’m requesting something that is done but can you please write a “bts vocal line as your boyfriend” and/or a “svt performance unit as your boyfriend”? Thank you so much! I just found your blog and I love it to pieces! Have a nice day :) Members: Hoshi, Jun, The8, Dino Genre: Fluff A/N: China line did you mean my children my sons the lights of my life my pride and joys that I raised with my own two hands,,, This took longer to do than I expected tbh but I rewarded myself for finishing with a new game LOL rip my wallet
Like he sees you and is just immediately excited and he’s very vocal about his love and excitement
He has his quiet and tender moments of course but he’s just a very energy filled person pretty much all the time always so his affection is full of energy too?????
A morning person
If you aren’t well then sucks to be you lol
Because although Soonyoung with have his moments where he watches you with a really soft expression in the morning he doesn’t have enough Chill™ in him to do that for very long
He starts off waking you up gently, with soft little kisses and a couple shakes, but if that doesn’t work it takes him less than five minutes to start jumping on you and tickling you and hitting you with a pillow and blasting “Mansae” on his phone
Will 100% push you in a grocery cart through the store BUT YOU GOTTA PROMISE YOU’LL PUSH HIM TOO
You are both banished for one year from said store after you accidentally plow Soonie into a large display case of bread that had been arranged to look like an emoji
The employee who had just finished said arrangement was NOT happy btw
Go laser tagging with Hoshi and the rest of the performance unit I d a r e y o u
You and Hoshi vs Jun and Minghao and Chan
You guys are the perfect team and CRUSH them and as payback they have to buy y’all all the nachos you want no complaints
The minute Christmas comes around he’s like “hey got us matching ugly sweaters hope u like them!!!”
“Where did you even find a Christmas sweater with a llama on it,,”
“The department store lol”
Tries really hard to be a good cook and make you nice things AND HE DOES REALLY GOOD SOMETIMES (like he was super helpful on ofd!!!) but sometimes he doesn’t do so well
Really appreciates it when you choke down the burnt waffles anyways and promises he’ll do better next time
He just tries really really hard??? He wants to be the best that he can be
That means him telling him he loves you a lot, and it never really seems insincere because he’s always just so earnest about it???
If you are laying on the couch and relaxing Hoshi is gonna climb on top of you and stretch out so you can’t move
Short or tall he doesn’t care you’re comfortable and your chest is a nice place to rest his head
Likes to go do things on dates with you!! They don’t have to be super active, just something like walking to a nearby ice cream stand together is fine with him
He always tells you that being on dates like this with you is when he’s at his happiest most of the time,, and that he loves Seventeen because they’re his family but it’s just not the same kind of love,, they don’t make his heart flutter like you do
And you laugh and go “I sure hope not damn it’d be real weird if it was the same” but you squeeze his hand and give him a vanilla ice cream flavored smooch to let him know that although you’re teasing him, yes, he conveyed his message just fine and you love him just as much
Just a happy boyfriend who really wants to do his best to make you feel loved and want to keep him around hopefully forever and ever
You’re dating a literal g r e a s e b a l l
Like he’s handsome and sweet and a good boyfriend but he’s greasy as all hell
You now have a boyfriend who’s gonna send you the corniest pickup lines in existence like every single day congrats
Jun, via text: good morning sunshine
Jun, via text: What do you and the weather have in common? You’re both hot
You, via text: Jun it’s fucking December it’s snowing outside
Plays with your hair a lot, doesn’t matter if it’s short or long or somewhere in between it’s just fun for him
Plus it’s like a little idle action for him to do if you’re watching a movie together or you’re chatting on the phone with a friend of yours or somethin
If you’re not paying enough attention to him he’ll throw like a ball of paper or a pillow at you seriously jun are you five years old,,,
Kind of a pill sometimes but you know he does it just to be playful so you can’t be annoyed,,,
Plus at the end of the day he’s still pretty major boyfriend goals??
Massages your shoulders when you have a hard day, draws a hot bath for the two of you when you’re so tired you feel like you can’t move and need him to wash your hair, carries your bags for you, always pays for meals
Flirts with you in Chinese, doesn’t care if you know it or not he’s doing it anyways
The8 always makes a face at some of the cheesy ass things Jun says in Chinese in front of him and the other members
Likes to go on shopping dates with you, full of visiting all your favorite stores and getting crappy food court food and trying out the massage chairs in the courtyard
The kind of boyfriend that takes a napkin and wipes food from the corner of your mouth whenever you go out to eat
And says “Ah, what would you do without me??” and grins at you when you make a face before telling you that you’re cute
Playful arguments that end with him kissing you senseless because literally how dare you say Batman is better than Iron Man it’s time for you to stop talking now,,
Just wants to be there for you tbh
He’s a flirt but he’s not super great at expressing things in a more poetic sense
Like you literally mean so much to him but it’s embarrassing to say those sort of deeper thoughts out loud and he’s never sure how to word it well enough to truly express how he feels
But you get a grip of it when you wake up to him gently stroking your hair and watching you with a completely captivated expression and he just gently kisses you
And he wants to say so much more but he settles for a simple “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you”
Your heart just m e l t s as you return the sentiment and you guys spend the rest of the day cuddling with your legs tangled up aw
Sweet boy at heart even if he is a bag of grease
WHAT A MAN CONGRATULATIONS ON SNATCHING HIM
Sends a lot of “Have you eaten yet?” texts
Sends you a good morning texts everyday with a cute little emoji
Sends you selcas of him sending you hearts (with Jun photobombing like half of them)
Sends play-by-plays of whatever stupid things his members are doing
Sends you texts asking what you guys should have for dinner
King of texting. Invented texting.
If you get distracted by something he will grab the back of your hoodie before you can run into that damn lamp pole
Scolds you but then grabs your cheeks and kisses your forehead because he likes the fact that he can be there for you with this kind of stuff
Remember one fine day when he and seungkwan went to a haunted house??? Yeah he was hella chill
So if you’re gonna go to one with any member of seventeen make it ya boi Minghao
He’ll hold your hand and laugh at all the jumpscares to make things less scary for you
Likes to take photos with you so afterwards he takes of photo of him smiling all happy and flashing peace signs and you’re as white as a sheet like that was terrible we’re never doing it again
Buys you snacks and drinks every time you guys go out and about
You: Minghao it’s fine we’re literally just walking around I don’t need a drink
Minghao: but it was hot today!!
You: yeah but now it’s like 8 pm and 60 degrees and we’re walking hella slow boi pls,,
MAKES VLOGS OF YOU GUYS LMAO BET
He doesn’t really tend to upload them anywhere tho because they’re most for him to enjoy
He likes to just watch them and remind himself of memories that you guys have had
Plus it helps him come up with new things for you guys can do!!
Soft for you all the time always like??? He just likes you by his side where he can be close to you and love on you
Always has a soft look on his face and literally anyone can see how deeply in love with you he is, it just shows
He doesn’t need to smile or even say anything, it’s just the look in his eyes,,, he doesn’t look at anyone else the way he looks at you
Marry him maybe idk just a suggestion???????????
He’s such a youngin I stg
He’s pretty new to relationships cause he’s so young but??? His hyungs have given him lots of advice so he likes to think he’s got it down
HOLDS YOUR HAND INSIDE THE HOODIE POCKET I THINK YES
It makes him pleased to know that you’re close and he’s got a firm grip on you so nothing bad can happen to you
When it’s just the two of you he likes to hold your face whenever you cuddle
Sometimes one hand sometimes two hands
And just like,,, stares into your eyes until you get flustered and then he grins and smooches you
Cheats on board games lol
It’s so INFURIATING because you can’t catch him doing it BUT YOU KNOW HE DOES
Monopoly is the worst
You: DINO STOP CHEATING
Dino: Idk what you’re talking about ://
You: DINO THERE IS NO WAY YOU HAVE THAT MANY 100’S AND THAT FEW PROPERTIES
Always gives you his hoodies like no shame
“Wear it you look cute it in” SO FORWARD WHAT A MAN
He does try to act manly sometimes tho because he knows he’s a bit on the younger sides and wants you to see him as someone who’s Mature and can take care of you
But you assure him that yes you know he’s very mature and you love him very much and you like it when he acts cute
Goes to your house after practice for a few hours if he has the time because when he’s tired he just wants to relax with you and whine about Jeonghan’s latest antics
But honestly the fact that Seventeen loves you and thinks you’re a perfect girlfriend to him means a lot to him because even if he whines about them sometimes, they’re his family
Will marathon TV shows with you at the drop of a hat
Will absolutely playfully fight you over which character is the best
Isn’t the best at working out serious problems tho,,, he doesn’t really know how to express how he’s feeling and why sometimes
So when he gets upset with you he goes and cools off and asks from advice from Coups and Woozi and they help him work out what he wants to say so that he can solve things with you before they escalate
So any fights or disagreements between the two of you are very short lived and you both know how to work things out pretty fast???
Basically doesn’t tend to act like a dumbass when it comes to fighting lmfao
Likes to play video games with you, but he doesn’t compete with you oh no
He t r a i n s you because literally he just wants to team up with you against Woozi who keeps beating him and it’s sO FRUSTRATING
Likes to sit behind you and rest his head against you to relax because you’re close and just so warm and comforting
Please treat this little baby well he deserves nice things
Aight so this is the first thing I’m posting in a hot second and it’s Reddie af lol, also I’m not really sure how old they are in this (in terms of chapter 1 or 2), so let your imagination run free.
Based off of the song Smile by Mikky Ekko
Warnings: Cursing, character death
I would love any feedback you guys have! I have a bunch of fics I’m uploading next just figured I’d do this one first.
Richie was clutching his stomach, sitting in the gray water
of Derry. Next to him was Eddie Kaspbrak. Eds. Eddie Spaghetti. He was injured
as well, but Richie’s was progressing faster. Eddie was holding Richie’s face
with his palms, trying to keep him awake. Bill was apparently getting help, but
he hadn’t heard his voice echo in quite a while. Had Pennywise caught up to him
too? Was another loser gone? They were all lost somewhere in the tunnels
underneath their town.
“Stay awake, Richie. Stay the fuck awake.” Eddie gasps,
running out of air, an asthma attack coming on.
“Eddie, sit here with me. Rest.” Richie spoke shortly, using
as much energy as he could. “We’re gonna be here awhile.”
“No we’re not. Bill’s coming back.”
“I don’t want to be here, Eds.” Richie’s façade breaks, just
as his voice does. “I don’t want to die.”
“You’re not going to die. Neither of us are.” Eddie insists,
digging around in his fanny pack for something that he know won’t even help. “We’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun again.” Richie cries,
and Eddie scoots closer to his friend, trying his best to pretend he’s not
getting more tired, and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
“We’re not dying down here, Richie.” Eddie repeats.“C’mon, Eds. Smile. The worst is yet to come.” Richie
winces, his breathing shallow yet labored. He grasps Eddie’s hand, squeezing it
with the strength he has left. “I’ve loved you since we were eleven.” He
suddenly states, and Eddie simply stares at his childhood best friend.
“I love you too Richie.” Eddie says cautiously, as though
the confession might have not meant what Richie wanted it to mean.
“No, I—I love you,
Eds.” Richie confirms Eddie’s dream come true, and Eddie squeezes Richie’s hand
“If it’s any consolation, I love you too.” Eddie breathes
out, his voice weakening.
“What a shitty situation.” Richie states, laughing, plopping
his hand in the gray water, no longer worried about the gross factor.
Eddie laughs, only for a moment before it turns into a sob.
It had been an hour, at least. While his dreams were coming true, they were
already living in his nightmare. Bill wasn’t coming back, and there was no way
they could make it out of here on their own. Richie was quickly bleeding out,
Eddie not too far behind.
“At least we’re together, right? At least we’re not alone.”
Eddie speaks, and Richie nods, leaning his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.
“Yeah. It’s like I’m already in heaven.” He replies, but it
seems like his voice is far away. “You were never a loser. You were special,
and nobody got that but us.” Richie says, like he’s known in forever, and Eddie
guesses that he has, and even if they were dying, he feels a smile slip onto
“I was a loser. We all were. We were losers, and it was
okay. I wouldn’t’ve been anything else. I would relive being a hypochondriac
all over again if it meant I got to do it with you.”
“We’re gonna be together forever, you know that right?”
“What do you mean?” Eddie hums.
“You think death is gonna split us up? Hell no, Eds. Even in
death that bitch clown won’t separate us.” Richie states like he’s sure.
“How do you know what’s going to happen after we die?” Eddie
whispers, wanting to hear Richie speak as long as he can.
“Death is our future. The future is forever, and I said we
were going to be together forever, so smile.” Richie continues, but it’s so
slow that Eddie knows the end is coming. But it’s not the end, Richie said so
“I’m already smiling, Richie.” Eddie states, holding onto
both of the other boy’s hands, and leaning his own head on top of the one on
“Me too, Eds. Me too.” Richie speaks, and Eddie can feel his
last breath leave, and a tear fall down onto his mostly wet shirt.
Eddie cries, he cries as hard as his dying body will let
him, and he can hear his own last words, just as a splashing in the distance
enters his ear drums;
So, I want to do this challenge with the pairing “DarylxReader”.
I’ll try to upload a story everyday, I hope you like it!
–> Requests are open by the way
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
The fic take place after Rick leave Daryl at the Kingdom (episode 9 season 7)
Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT and fluff (Actually I wanted it to be just a fluffy fanfiction but I couldn’t help to write a little bit of smut)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.
you’ll stay here”
look at Rick with wide eyes.
put an hand on his shoulder: “we’ll comeback, besides, (Y/n) will stay
here with you so you could really enjoy the Kingdom” Rick continues with a
turns his head to me while I take his hand: “yep, you’ll not get rid of me
easly” I said smiling.
He smile back at me, then we turn to see our
family walk away from the Kingdom.
could see that Daryl wasn’t too fond of this decision I look at him: hey,
haven’t you listen to Rick? They’ll be back. They know that you can fight but
for now, you are a target so you need to stay hidden".
wasn’t much to do here, so, after dinner, we both head to take a shower and
I laying down on the bed, the only thing that
cover my body is a big towel.
could hear Daryl shower in the other room, and while I wait for him, I start
thinking at all the days spent without him.
When Negan took him away from us, every day
was hell for me.
I couldn’t do anything, I hardly eat and
sleep, the only thing I could do was thinking about all the things Negan was
doing to him.
Then, after Negan’s first visit, after I saw
him being taken away again I really went crazy, and, while I was tidying up the
mess in our house (thank you Saviours, really) , I stumbled into one of Daryl
shirts. In that moment I had a really bad mental breakdown, I cry and screamed
while I hugged his shirt, thinking that I would never see him again.
thoughts are interrupted by Daryl entering the room, his hair are wet and the
only thing covering him is a towel that hung from his hips.
I couldn’t help but notice that, in addition
to the scars on his back, there are other dark bruises.
I can feel my eyes get teary so I hugged him
from behind: “What did they do to you?” I whisper.
didn’t answer, he just relax into my arms.
could people hurt him like that? He deserve nothing but love.
this thought in mind I start to lay little kisses along the scars on his back.
I can feel him get stiff at that:“(Y/n)
what are you doin’?”
I detach from his back just for give him an
answer: “I’m loving you… all of you”.
that said, I peck the bruise on his shoulder and turn him around so I could lay
him on the bed.
settle myself on him and start to kiss the scar on his shoulder left by a
bullet, a gift from Dwight.
While I start a trail of kisses from his shoulder
down his chest, he start to massage my scalp.
After sometime spent worshipping his chest, I
go down and finally reach his waist.
I start to pull away his towel, I could see the outline of his erection.
lift his head: “ (Y/n)…are you sure?”
I answer: “Of course, you went through a lot, let me take care of
I take his erection in my hands and after pumping it a little, I take him in my
start to bob my head really slow, almost teasingly .
Daryl start moaning very loudly, his fingers clutch my hair tightly: “oh
god baby, I love you so much”.
can’t help but moan at that, bobbing my head faster and faster, taking more of
him, feeling him touching the back of my throat with the tip of his cock:
like that babe”.
After a while Daryl start to grunt and try to
pull me away from him
“(Y/n) please, I need to be inside of
He didn’t need to told me twice, quickly I
climb on him, and sink onto his erection.
We both moan, while Daryl start to play with
my breasts: “God, you’re this wet just givin’ me a blowjob?”
“Shut up and enjoy the ride” I said,
winking at him, then I start to ride him hard and fast.
didn’t take long to reach our orgasms.
he came he lift up to kiss me, so we can muffle our moans while we reach our
came together, kissing each other, then Daryl lay on the bed with me on him.
silence was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and little kisses,
until I start talking:
“I really missed you”.
I can feel him smile while he’s busy leaving
kisses on the top of my head: “ I missed you too baby”
stayed like this, cuddling and kissing each other until we both fell asleep.
Summary: Based of Selena’s song Fetish. Harry has a bit of a obsession with the reader.
Warnings: Smut, obsessive!harry.
A/N: most likely gonna do a part 2 to this tbh, also ik my gifs are sitll shit lmao im working on making them better :) actually nvm internet being a bitch and not even letting me upload my gif oh well
“Y/N! Wait up, love!” Harry called out too you as you walked past him. It wasn’t a surprise that Harry was a insane and thing most insane people tend to do is obsesses over one thing and thanks to a couple of lonely nights with Harry, you were that one thing for him.
“What do you want Harry?” You asked turning around to face him. He had the look on his face, the look he reserved for you. A look of pure admiration.
“You baby. I always want you.” He told you running his hook along your cheek. You flinched at the cold touch of the metal.
“You don’t want me, Harry. You just think you want me.” You counteracted pushing away his hooked hand.
Harry just shook his head, “No, I want you. Don’t you want me?”
“I could take it or leave it. But I know you won’t leave it.” You said smirking. Though he did get a bit annoying at some times, you couldn’t deny you liked the attention you got from Harry.
“I’m not ever going to leave you.” He whispered in your ears, “Come to my place tonight. 7 sharp. Don’t be late.” And with that, Harry vanished leaving you to wonder if you were going to actually show up tonight.
“Where the hell do you think you
are going?” Kris snarls when I try to sneak out of his embrace. We are curled
tightly around each other, I was hoping he would be a heavy sleeper but I guess
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I
He sits up, taking me with him,
I roll out of bed and watch him
over my shoulder as I shuffle to the bathroom. I do my business before coming
back out to find him in the same position. With a big grin I eye the door,
something he obviously notices.
“What?” He questions, “I don’t hear
your stomach growling so you aren’t hungry, no one else is awake so you aren’t
in a rush to greet them, so I’m guessing your pack must be on their way.”
I nod eagerly.
“And they are bringing the rest of
your belongings today, right?”
Again I nod.
“Okay, lets go.”
I’m honestly surprised by his
compliance but I don’t complain as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a
sweater for himself and one for me before leading me toward the door. I pull on
the sweater eagerly, I feel as if I can’t run down the stairs fast enough. Kris
isn’t far behind me despite my rushing, he doesn’t look at all when I attempt
to rush out into the snow barefoot once again. His arm wrap around my waist,
lifting me off the ground despite the glare I’m giving him over my shoulder.
“You are not going to catch a cold
because of me,” He explain as he walks towards the front of the mansion. I can
do nothing but pout in his warm hold as he stops at the mat near the front
door. I watch as he scans the many pairs of shoes before grabbing a pair of
large boots. He takes me back to the living room and sets me down on one of the
couches. “These are going to be big so walk carefully but they will have to do
for now.” I smile as he gently puts the boots on me, lacing them up tight to
keep the snow from sneaking in. When he is done he gives me a nod, allowing me
to rush out of the house into the snowy field.
Just as I get out there my pack
comes running out of the forest in their human forms. I grin big at the sight
of them, my arms open wide for who ever can reach me first. Jimin tackles me to
the ground, followed by Taehyung flopping on top of us and the others not far
behind until I’m buried under all seven boys and snow. Even though I’m laughing
loudly and enjoying the carelessness I can’t ignore the intense anger coming from
the house. I quickly collect myself.
“Okay! You’ve got me pinned! Now
off before Kris hyung busts out here and murders one of you,” I pat Jimin’s
back, barely able to breath with their weight on me. One by one they get to
their feet until it’s just me laying on my back, taking deep breaths as if I’ve
never breathed before.
“Sorry Hyung,” Jimin apologizes
with his hand offered out to me, “I got excited.”
I let him pull me up, “It’s all
good kid, just got to remember that we can’t play rough anymore.”
“Fine,” He pouts cutely.
“Kookie,” I wave the youngest over,
“How are you feeling? Did he leave a mark on you at all?” As soon as he was in
reaching distance I grab the collar of his flannel and check his neck.
Thankfully I find nothing, with a breath of relief I rest my head on his
shoulder. “I was so worried he scared you!”
“Speaking of scars,” Hobi muses
playfully as his finger pulls at the collar of my sweatshirt revealing my mark.
Before I have the chance to swat his hand away Kris is there crushing Hobi’s
hand in his, the smaller whines.
“Don’t you fucking touch it,” Kris
seethes with such anger the rest of us find ourselves taking a step back. I
quickly recover and save the younger boy from the horrifying alpha who looks
ready to murder him. Slowly, I walk forward and place my hands on top of theirs
and pull them apart with little fight. Kris has his chest puffed out a stern
look on his face, obviously angry but that doesn’t stop Jin from smirking.
“Is that a bite mark I see?” The
Kris’s glare moves to him, “She is
my mate, of course I marked her!”
Jin’s smirk doesn’t falter, “I mean
“What?” Kris’s hand automatically
collapses over the small bite mark on his neck, hidden by his sweatshirt. I’m
impressed, but not surprised that Jin was able to notice it even though my
other mates did not. I grin up at Kris’s suddenly pink face, enjoying the
change of character.
“He’s my mate, damn right I did,” I
chuckle wrapping my arms around his waist.
“That’s my girl,” Jin applauds.
“Weren’t you supposed to bring her
things with you?” Kris blurts out trying to change the subject.
Jin nods, “We left it in the forest
so we wouldn’t cause an uproar but it appears we did anyway. Yoongi, can you
grab her things?”
The quiet man nods, he slowly walks
back and disappears into the forest. He appears a moment later with a backpack
on his shoulder and something in his hand that makes me grin ear to ear. Kris
is watching with wide eyes.
“What the hell is that?” He
questions pointing to my pride and joy in Yoongi’s hand.
Yoongi holds it up, “Don’t look so
dumbstruck, you are old enough to know what these are.” He suddenly tosses it
to me, I welcome it with open arms. I catch it in one hand and spin it around
once or twice for a little warm up.
“Why the hell do you have a fucking
sword?” Someone suddenly yells from the house. I look over my shoulder to see
Yixing and Minseok standing in the doorway with their jaws basically on the
“Hyung!” I yell back gleefully,
“Wanna see my prized possession?”
“This has got to be some kind of
joke,” Kris pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I don’t see what you are all
freaking out about,” I mumble staring down at the beautiful object in my hands.
It’s leather sheath has a little wear and tear from 100 years of use but that
is to be expected. The T shaped hilt was recently rewrapped in black cloth
after I wore away the last wrapping. With slow a slow flick of my thumb I pop
the hilt up a bit revealing the base of the black blade.
Kris’s nose wrinkles up, “It reeks
I nod, “No matter how many
times I clean it the smell won’t come
“Where the hell did you get that
thing?” Minseok questions as him and Yixing make their way to us.
“Jin gave it to me when I joined
“You mean that’s the blade that…”
Yixing can’t seem to get himself to finish the sentence as he eyes the blade in
“The blade that killed my parents?”
I finish for him, “Yep.”
“Mine too,” Jungkook looks at the
blade with a somber smile.
“Mine as well,” Jin runs his
fingers through his hair.
“And many others who aren’t with us
now,” I add in.
Kris scoffs, “Why the hell would
you want that thing with all those bad memoires?”
“It’s my prized possession,” I snap
back. “It’s may not carry the best memories but it’s the only thing I could
actually say was mine for all that time.”
Kris’s face softens, “I’m sorry
Love, I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m just confused on why you would keep it
after being free.”
“It’s been part of me for years, I
don’t know what I would do without it.”
“I don’t know what you plan on
doing with it here though,” Minseok pipes in, “You won’t be needing it.”
“I don’t know, if that Taemin guy
comes back I’ll be ready for him this time.”
Luhan joins us suddenly, laughing
humorlessly, “If that mutt so much as shows his face here I will slaughter him.
You don’t need to worry about him.”
“Worry? I’m looking forward to it,”
I muse, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to show off.”
“Too bad, we can’t spare anymore,”
Jimin pouts, “I’m itching to go around with you Hyung. You were always a great
I look to Kris with wide eyes, but
it seems he is expecting it, “There will be absolutely no fighting.”
“Kris hyung, please!”
I know this is a short chapter and
I know it isn’t very good but I got called into work today so I didn’t have as
much time as I was hoping so I will upload another chapter tomorrow night!
Please let know how you feel about this! If it isn’t good I’ll edit it more
tomorrow before adding another chapter, be honest!
So! Some of you were really salty I did a Bonkaifan preview and not an SE update and some of you were wondering where the hell the review for 1x08 is. Well, I’m doing the review now and I wrote an SE one shot which I was going to upload yesterday but work got in the way, lol. It’s fulfilling one of many one shot requests, which was for me to do a drabble/one shot of Elena showing up to the Steroline wedding. I hope you enjoy it!
Stefan paced the room, loosening and re-tightening his tie, rolling his shoulders back; the suit felt too tight even though he new it couldn’t be — Caroline had made him promise to have his clothes tailor-made for the wedding. Anyway, it wasn’t just the suit — it was the room, everything felt small and close, he was hot and he couldn’t breathe, he was agitated and anxious. No. Those were the wrong words. Excited and nervous. That was what was how he felt. It was his wedding day, a certain level of anxiety was to be expected. He gritted his teeth. He felt like climbing walls. Patches of sweat dampened his shirt — a less desirable side effect of being human once more. Everything felt so claustrophobic, he was suffocating —
Stefan paused. He exhaled. He relaxed.
After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and turned around.
She stood in the doorway, blue jeans and sneakers, red tank-top, cropped leather jacket — the spitting image of the memory he carried of her in his head. The sight of her made Stefan feel faint and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, it was as if a dream had found its way into reality just to torment him. But he knew it was real. The intensity with which his heart ached told him so. He couldn’t even be happy to see her, he couldn’t even embrace her, feel her realness, he couldn’t be anything but angry.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.
Elena didn’t look surprised by his words, she only nodded slightly. “I know,” she said, inching into the room and closing the door behind her. “I just …” She swallowed hard. “I heard what was happening and I just wanted to say congratulations.”
Stefan nodded. He felt like he was going to keel over. “Thank you,” he said.
Elena smiled slightly. She walked over to him with slow, almost brittle steps. When she was only a foot away from him, her smile widened as he stared down at her.
“Congratulations,” she said again.
She stood up on tiptoe and hugged him and Stefan pressed her against his torso. He could feel Elena nestle her head into the crook of his neck and he closed his eyes at the familiar sensation of her nestled in his arms — he hadn’t realized how desperately he’d longed to hold her all these years, how his entire body felt devoid of real warmth i her absence. The piece of himself he’d been missing all this time had finally found its way back and he felt like himself again, felt whole, felt complete. It was Elena. He wasn’t truly living unless he was living with her. He —
Stefan’s eyes snapped open and he took a step back, shaking his head. “Why couldn’t you say congratulations at the reception like everyone else?”
Elena exhaled heavily. “I woke up and I was alone and I saw an RSVP on the kitchen counter and I just …” She closed her eyes. “I needed to see you before it happened. Before you became hers.”
Stefan glared at her. “And what about what I need? What about what’s best for me?”
“What are you —?”
“I never stopped loving you, Elena,” said Stefan sharply.
She pressed her lips together, silently screaming at the fact that the words she always wanted to hear were the words that also hurt her the most because nothing could be done about them.
“I know you know that. Everyone knows that. Caroline knows that. And you came anyway? I can’t see you today.”
“You think it’s easy for me seeing you here? Easy for me to wake up after how many years to find out you’re marrying my best friend? Well it isn’t, Stefan. I feel awful and I feel awful for feeling awful but I thought —”
“No, I thought, Elena. I thought that this would be us.” Stefan gritted his teeth and hung his head. “For a long time, I thought somehow, some day you and I would end up together and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was accept that that wasn’t going to happen.”
Elena’s felt her throat tighten but she bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying. Stefan’s stare blazed with raw intensity. “You being here is messing with my head and that isn’t fair to Caroline.”
“I don’t want to hurt Caroline. Or Damon.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I never stopped loving you either, Stefan,” said Elena. “Did you really think I did? No matter how serious it got with Damon, no matter how much you tried to take a step away from me, you were always with me, you never went away, it wasn’t even something I could begin to fight, I never don’t love you. I just—”
“What did you say?”
“I needed time.”
Stefan’s eyes widened and Elena put her hands to her head. “And what was I supposed to do, wait for you to fall out of love with my brother?”
“No, of course not —”
“He was going to take the cure for you, you two were going to have a human life together.”
“I wouldn’t have let him do it.”
“You made a choice, Elena.”
“And so did you! You’re marrying my best friend.”
“And you slept with my brother!”
“I know!” said Elena.
Stefan paused and looked at her. “I didn’t want to cause any problems between you and Damon.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to pine for you and haunt your steps and make you feel guilty for us not being together.”
Her tone flattened. “I know.”
“I wanted to be happy again. I wanted a life.”
“I know,” she gasped.
“I love her,” said Stefan. “Caroline? I do love her. It’s not, it’s won’t be, it’s —”
“I know, Stefan, I know,” said Elena. “I just… “ She cleared her throat. Her face was getting hot. She couldn’t cry. “I love you so much and I had to see you before it happened. I want you to be happy, Stefan, I want you to be so so happy because you deserve everything and Caroline is great, she’s kind of the perfect woman.”
Stefan stared at her.
“That’s what I wanted to say,” said Elena. “Be happy.” She turned around and opened the door and before he could think twice about what he was about to say, Stefan started to speak.
“I’ll … I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Elena,” he said. “I just … I can’t. You’re the love of my life.”
She paused at the door and turned her head to face him. “And don’t ever think I could ever love anyone the way I love you. You’re the one. The minute you bumped into me in the hallway I knew you were the one.” She smiled sadly. “You make a dapper groom Stefan Salvatore.” And then she left, closing the door.
When Elena heard the door click behind her, she bent over and started hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t even hear the footsteps in the hallway.
“Elena? Elena is that you?”
Get it together, Elena, please, get it together. She stood up, subtly trying to control her breathing as she did. “Bonnie?”
They stared at each other for a moment, both of them paralyzed in a shocked happiness and then they ran toward each other and hugged.
Elena smiled. “I’ve missed you,” she said.
“I can’t believe this. How is this possible?” said Bonnie. “How did you—?”
“I … I don’t know, I thought you did it!”
“No,” said Bonnie, shaking her head. She hugged her tighter. “No, I wish I did. I wanted to try, Elena, but Kai said —”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Elena, smiling. “We’ll figure it out later, let me just …” She pulled away to see Bonnie and giggled as she touched her face. “You’re real. This happening. I can’t believe it.”
“Oh my God, Caroline is going to freak! This was the best day to wake up!”
Elena’s smile faltered slightly but she did her best to perk back up, hoping Bonnie didn’t notice. “Yeah it is. I, um, I wanted to wish her well but I still don’t quite right so I think I’ll just see her and then go.”
“Yeah,” said Bonnie. “Yeah if you’re not feeling well. Let’s go.”
She took Elena by the hand and led her through the hallway and down the stairs. “Wait until you meet Josie and Lizzie, they’re the cutest things in the entire world. If Caroline doesn’t watch out, I might steal them from her. Is that a bad joke to make since they were kind of kidnapped?”
“Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about,” said Bonnie. “How long have you been awake? I’m guessing you didn’t get to read any of our journal entries yet.”
“Only a few…”
Bonnie opened a door with white tulle over the frame. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Bonnie! A surprise? I’m having a meltdown here, Josie spilled something all over her flower girl dress and —”
Caroline stopped speaking when she turned around to face the door. She looked from Elena to Bonnie and back again. “Elena? Is this … Bonnie, what did you do?”
“I didn’t do it, she just woke up and —”
“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Caroline exclaimed. She ran over to Elena and hugged her. “It must be a June wedding miracle! Even if it isn’t in June but whatever, that’s not the point. Elena, you’re here!”
Elena smiled. It was the strangest sensation to feel so utterly glad to see her friend again and to be completely devastated about the circumstances with which they were seeing each other. She pulled away. “Congratulations,” she barely gasped. “I just …I wanted to tell you congratulations.”
“Wait a minute,” said Caroline. “Why are you saying it like you’re not staying? You’re a bridesmaid.”
Elena’s eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have a dress.”
“OK you might think this is crazy but I sort of had your bridesmaid dress made and I brought it with me. I know it’s a little insane but I don’t know I just needed to feel like you were here too and bringing the dress here just made it feel like you would come to put it on. I’m a total nutcase, right?”
“No,” said Elena. “No, that’s sweet. I just … I don’t feel quite oriented, you know, like I just woke up and —”
“But it’s my wedding day,” said Caroline. “You and Bonnie are my best friends and it’s all a girl really wants, to share one of the greatest days of their lives with their best friends, right?”
Each of Caroline’s words felt like a blow to Elena’s chest, causing her to hold her breath. She felt like she was going to collapse. “OK,” she said. “I’ll get ready.”
Stefan could feel the emotion swell in his gut, choking his windpipe but he cleared his throat — he would endure and he would endure dry-eyed. As long as Elena managed to leave then it would be fine, he would be fine. A knock on the door.
“Come on, little brother, it’s show time.”
Stefan sighed. He could do this. He would do this. He would be happy and in love and it would be with Caroline Forbes, a woman he very much cared for. His promulgations felt much less hollow in Elena’s absence and now that she was back, she awakened in him all that he’d been missing for nearly five years but he made a choice, he made a choice and he was seeing it through because it was a good choice, a rational choice.
“Stefan, man, let’s go.”
“Yeah, Damon, I’m coming.”
He wondered if he should tell him Elena was awake but then it would bring about too many hurtful questions, like why Elena went to him first and not Damon. Stefan was sure Elena went to see Bonnie and Caroline, they could be the ones to tell Damon she was awake.
Stefan opened the door and smiled when Damon saw him. “Looking sharp,” he said. “Ready to end your life as a free man?”
“Funny and original, Damon, thank you.”
Damon grinned and clapped Stefan on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Stefan stood at the altar, looking out at the tons of people sitting in the rows of chairs in front of him. He knew probably five of them and two of those people were Matt Donovan and his father. The decorations were extravagant but poised, everything very much a reflection of Caroline’s taste; rather than feeling like the groom, he felt like a groom, like he was playing a role for a magazine shoot.
The music sounded and Stefan smiled fondly as Josie and Lizzie littered the aisle with pink rose petals. Bonnie walked down after them with that easy grace only she could ever possess and that Stefan had always admired. A woman from Caroline’s work walked down after her and Stefan smiled politely when she made her way to the front. He turned back toward the aisle, preparing to see Caroline, no preparing to see his bride, his soon-to-be wife, his —
Stefan’s stomach dropped.
Elena walked stiffly down the aisle, her eyes lowered to the bouquet she held in her hands.
Stefan barely heard Damon’s whisper. “Elena?”
A hole had gnawed its way through Stefan’s gut, emptying his very centre and his heart thudded painfully, everything inside of him was screaming. She couldn’t be here. Every step she took toward him felt like a jab in his chest and he was desperately thankful that he was not a vampire because he didn’t think he would be able to bear the anguish that was currently working its way through him if he was still subjected to that condition; if he had still been a vampire, the pain would’ve broken him apart.
Elena made it to the altar and Damon shifted to go to her but she shook her head slightly. “After,” she whispered.
She shifted her focus to Stefan who looked at her with angry betrayal. How could you do this to me.
Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I had no choice. I’m sorry.
Stefan closed his eyes for a brief second and then took in a deep breath. We will endure this.
Elena swallowed and then found a spot next to Bonnie, tight-lipped and staring straight ahead directly past Stefan.
The wedding march sounded and all the guests stood up. Stefan turned toward the aisle again and saw Caroline walk down the steps toward him. She did look very pretty. Beautiful. Her blonde curls radiant in the sun but Stefan could only look at her, he couldn’t see her, not really, not with his entire being because it was attuned elsewhere, synced to Elena and he felt her everywhere as he watched Caroline walk toward him.
He should do it, call it off, no one would have to know why, he could be the asshole who humiliated Caroline at her own wedding, it had to be better than this, right? It had to be better than shackling her to him instead of bonding her, leaving her wanting for something he couldn’t for the life of him give her.
Stefan jerked as if he were about to move forward and speak but something held him back, a strong aura, a silent plea. Elena. He could feel her screaming at him even though he wasn’t looking at her and she wasn’t speaking. He knew in her mind she was yelling at him to stop, to endure, to be happy, to make Caroline happy, he’d made a choice after all.
He couldn’t breathe.
Caroline made it to the altar and Stefan took her by the hand as she moved to stand in front of him. He could see Elena in the periphery, just behind Caroline and a little to the right. Her head was turned toward them like the other bridesmaids but her eyes were lowered. Stefan looked back to Caroline who was smiling incredulously. She put her hand on his cheek.
“Aww, your face is red,” she said. “Are you going to cry?”
“No,” Stefan whispered. He smiled. “I won’t cry, I promise.”
Damon started the proceedings and something within Elena shrunk painfully, there was a weight on her chest that made her want to sink onto the floor. It hurt her to be so devastated with grief on her best friend’s wedding day and she wanted to the ceremony to be over so she could feel ashamed in private, so she could endure the extent of her sorrow alone because watching the two of them together opened within her a wound beyond healing
“The couple has prepared their own vows…”
Elena closed her eyes at the words. Is this what she woke up for? To suffer for a choice she thought she needed to make but that only caused her massive destruction.
Caroline fumbled with the piece of paper she’d written her vows on and it fell to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, Elena took this moment to glance at Stefan. Just once. When he wasn’t paying attention. She lifted her head slightly to gaze at him and saw that he was already looking at her, raw-eyed and clenched jaw. Her lips parted. Something within her contracted. And she felt the tears before she knew what was happening; she didn’t sniffle or blubber, she merely cried silently, stoically, accepting the warm streaks down her face.
The emotion that had been swelling in Stefan’s chest burst beyond repression and a tear dropped from his eye as he watched Elena cry. Caroline stood back up, blocking most of Elena from Stefan. She looked at him.
“You did cry,” she said.
“Sorry,” he gasped as another tear fell. “I am so sorry.”
Caroline smiled and started to read her vows as Stefan and Elena kept each other in their sights, staring at one another through the corners of their eyes, as one tear fell after the other.
Damon turned to Stefan. “Brother, your turn.”
Stefan’s eyes fluttered. He refocused his attention to Caroline who beamed at him. “Caroline, I …” He pressed his lips together.“I am not a perfect man and I never want to hurt you. Ever. You’ve seen me through so much. So I … I vow to you today to do everything in my power to be the man that you deserve…”
Elena chewed on her bottom lip as another tear fell, the salty sadness stinging her tongue. Stefan powered through even though he was torn inside with longing and guilt and shame and sadness.
At the back of the venue, behind the guests, two people listened to the ceremony with lazy expressions; one was picking at her nails and the other was eating some of the wedding cake with his fingers.
“I have to say, I’m disappointed. All I heard in Hell were stories about the Infamous Katherine Pierce and your flare for making an entrance. All you did was wake up Elena Gilbert. Not to brag, but the last time I crashed a wedding, the bride died and so did, like, fifty guests. This is just boring.”
Katherine turned to Kai. “This is more personal than that. I don’t just want to kill them for what they did to me, I want to destroy their lives and everyone knows, including Caroline but she’s just being an idiot, that Stefan Salvatore and bland, simple, self-righteous Little Miss Elena Gilbert are each other’s One True Loves. They will never get over each other. And nothing pleases me more than Stefan watching Elena watch him marry her best friend while Damon watches Elena’s reaction to Stefan marrying Caroline and Caroline being Caroline and burying her head in the sand, acting like none of this is happening. It’s going to rip them all apart until finally one of them snaps and I’m going to be there when that happens. They’re going to destroy themselves over this little love rhombus and then when they’ve psychologically and emotionally torn each other to shreds, I will kill them all.”
*Fun fact* I was trying to recreate a scene from a Chinese drama called The Princess Weiyoung:
This is just a quick little part 2 to ‘Instincts’. I did it to add more fluff to the piece (as was originally requested by theunlikelyavenger) and to add in Steve’s reaction. This was requested by disneylandequalssecondhome and also, it should also answer wagesof-sin‘s query about the reader’s anxieties. Apologies, again, for taking so long to upload. You should be aware that I am a very easily distracted person and… well, let’s just say I have significantly more fanart saved to my computer now than I did this morning. Enjoy, my darlings. I shall continue with requests forthwith!
OMG. I loved Instincts so much. It was absolutely perfect. Very heartfelt. It made me happy to see Bucky portrayed as himself and not the Winter Soldier. Is there anyway I can have a Part Two? Or even a quick drabble? :DD I just want to read the Avengers’ reaction to the kiss, especially Steve. Thanks doll. BRO I CAN’T EVEN. SERIOUSLY. I guess I did ask for angst too, on a separate occasion, but the balance between fluff and angst in this one was pleasantly surprising ??? …
MORE HUGS NEXT TIME? PRETTY PLEASE?
Bucky’s arms were comfortably around your waist as the
credits for Tarzan rolled across the
screen - again. Ever since the day that he’d kissed you, he’d become
increasingly more comfortable with physical contact. Your relationship had also
steadily progressed into something more romantic, though you’d kept it a secret
for the last few weeks. Bucky’s newfound confidence was frequently put into
practice and, when he could get away with it, he would take your hand, kiss the
top of your forehead, link your little fingers or even put his arm around you.
By far his favourite thing to do now was cuddle. You found
the idea of a revered ex-assassin being a soft and cuddly person rather amusing
but when his arms were around you, all thoughts from your head disappeared –
the monitor would flat line. He could make your heart race and your skin tingle
in the most gloriously giddy way. This was one of those times. Bucky sat on the
end of the sofa, leaning against the arm of it, and you were sat between his
legs, leaning against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your torso
leaving his hands to gently rest on your hips - he’d become very good at hugging.
“Want to watch it again?” You asked, tilting your head
upwards to look up him. Something about Bucky’s jawline made him very
attractive from underneath.
“Nah. It’ll be the 3rd time.” He chuckled, making you bounce a
little as his chest rumbled.
“I don’t mind. It’s a good film. If you want to watch it again, we can.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“Don’t say that. You’re lovely.” You grinned and Bucky cut off your smile by
covering your mouth with his own. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed since
that day but he never failed to surprise you.
Summary: I don’t have a summary, just… this is Romanogers smut, enjoy it? Warnings: Smut <- like can I even write Nat and Steve not fucking? I don’t know. Admins Note: When you make an RP chat with the Avengers, somehow make Romanogers a thing and then feel the need to write smut because of the rp, cause same! Legit, cause of the rp I’ve been wanting to write Romanogers stuff, been holding back… now I’m just gonna unleash chaos tbh - Ro
“It’s a good movie, Nat” Steve stated for the billionth time as himself and Natasha walked down to the theatre room, she rolled her green eyes at Steve, hands swinging back and forth as she pushed the door open for them.
“I don’t get it, it’s just some crazy old man torturing people, what’s there to like?” she asked, Steve groaned as he sat on one of the sofa’s, Nat sighed and placed the movie Saw into the player before walking over to Steve “next time, I’m picking the movie” Nat declared, the movie played as Nat sits in Steve’s lap, not really wanting to watch the movie.
The room is filled with the noise of the movie, Steve eyes glued to the ginormous screen as Nat sits watching with a blank face, cringing at some of the scenes that played; she’s done and seen things but for some reason the movies Saw… make’s her cringe the hardest. She shifted uncomfortably in Steve’s lap, causing Steve to frown and look at her before shifting his eyes back to the movie, the problem with having Nat in Steve’s lap is that she fidgets and all kind of Hell breaks loose when she does.
“Can you stop fidgeting” Steve whispered after Nat’s fifth time fidgeting on his lap, she sighed in response “I’m trying to watch the movie” he responded, eyes falling back to the screen, Nat turned and looked at Steve frowning as she did so but he didn’t look back, just huffed and nodded to the screen, hoping that would make her look back… it didn’t. Nat turns in Steve’s lap, facing him and pouting slightly at her boyfriend.
“It’s boring, Steve” Natasha whispers, Steve just hums in response, eyes trained on the screen and focusing solely on the movie, well, trying to “I can think of better things to do in a dark room” Nat grins at Steve.
“I don’t doubt it” Steve finally looks at her, a serious, playful glare being cast at her “but we’re having movie night, watch the movie” he smiles before looking back at the screen, Nat rolls her eyes and smirks, sitting so she is straddling Steve’s lap instead and even though the lights are dimmed she can still see Steve roll his blue eyes. Deciding it was best to ignore her and watch the movie, for once he prayed they could make it through one movie, just one but it seems to be a running theme with them… to never see the ending of ANY movie when watching it together.
Natasha carded her fingers through Steve’s short hair, smiling as Steve released a small sigh, kissing his cheek lightly and he responded by gently wrapping an arm around her waist but not looking at her; Natasha sighed when she could hear the movie playing still, what annoyed her more was the fact Steve was more than willing to watch the movie, it’s like he doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘watching a movie withyour girlfriend’, it doesn’t usually mean watching the movie at all, bless his old soul.
Natasha rolled her hips lightly on Steve’s, almost as though she hadn’t moved at all, she kept the motion up a few times before she heard Steve sigh lightly once more, grinning she wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck. He gave her a look of ‘you’re not gonna allow me to watch this movie, are you?’ she simply grinned and chuckled at his face before leaning in and capturing his lips with her own. The kiss started off slow moving, soft and innocent at best, Steve moved his hands to Nat’s waist and gripped her tightly, almost taking control of her movements, causing her hips to press against him harder.
The movie long forgotten as their tongues battled for dominance, their hips rutting together in an almost fifthly manner, Natasha’s hands running through Steve’s hair as Steve’s hand run up and under Natasha’s shirt, grabbing and soothing her warm skin. Pulling at Steve’s hair released a gritted growl from the back of his throat, causing Natasha smirk against the open-mouthed kissing, her hips now rolling down, hard on his hips, already feeling the bulge under his jeans.
Tugging at the hem of Natasha’s top, it was ripped off and thrown carelessly across the room, it would be eventful finding their clothes later but for now, neither one seemed to care what happened to their clothes, Steve’s was tossed far into the back of the room. Both their hands roaming each other’s chests, Nat’s nails scraping down Steve’s sculpted body, Steve’s hands going to the back of Natasha’s body. Unclasping her bra, letting it drop to the ground at Steve’s feet, hands slowly moving up her sides caressing softly; emitting soft sighs from Nat.
“I told you I can think of better things to do” Nat muttered, tilting her head to the side as Steve kissed her neck and collarbones, humming in reply to her as her nails dug into his broad shoulders. Circling her hips down onto his in a heated frenzy, smirking when Steve gripped her side’s tighter, hands sliding up to rest just under her breasts as he controlled Nat’s moving hips. His own hips jutting up with every roll of her own, causing Steve to whine as he bites down on Nat’s neck, leaving small bruises and not really caring if people saw them later.
Natasha’s hands travelled down Steve’s torso, slowly and softly, nails feather light scratching his skin as one of Steve’s hand wound in her hair and the other rested on her ass, squeezing lightly as he kissed her neck and jaw, always missing her lips. Her hands hastily popped open the button of his jeans, rushing to the zipper down and she smirked as she palmed him over his boxers, he stopped and pulled away; leaning his head back against the sofa and moaning, loudly, if anyone was walking passed they probably heard him over the movie.
“Steve, you gotta be quiet” Natasha whispered, palming his erection harder and squeezing lightly, making Steve releases a strained moan. Natasha, literally and figuratively held Steve in the palm of her hand, she often takes control in most situations of the relationship and the bedroom situations was one of them; till herself or Steve suggests he takes the reigns.
“It’s hard to stay quiet when you are literally palming me through my boxers, Nat” Steve tries to sass, only it comes out breathlessly and soft, Natasha grins in return and quirks an eyebrow at him. Her hand slips into the waistband of his boxer and grips his length, freeing him from the confines of the material, Steve hisses as Natasha slowly strokes him in her hand.
“Is this better?” Natasha smiles innocently; Steve whines as her thumb tease the head of his length and she leans forward kissing his neck and then his jaw, biting lightly as she makes her journey back to his mouth and kisses him slowly, one hand slowly stroking him and the other holding the back of his neck as he moans into her mouth.
Natasha slowly pulled away, getting off Steve’s lap, he reached forward and hooks his finger in the belt loop of her shorts and tugs her forward and pops the button of her own shorts for her, pulling them down her smooth legs and grinning at her blue lace panties as Natasha smirked back at him. Steve hooks his fingers in the lace and tugs down slowly, kissing her abdomen as the lace falls at her feet, kicking them away Nat hooks a finger under Steve’s chin and lifts his head; sometimes staring into those blue eyes makes her feel bad for ruining such an innocent sunflower, only, sometimes.
“Clothes off, Captain” Nat crosses her arms as he narrows his eyes back, playfully but complying but standing up, almost a foot taller than her and pulling his jeans down along with his boxers “was that meant to impress me?” she teasingly asked, for a moment she saw his smile falter, he smirked back just as quickly. Grabbing a hold of her waist and pushing her back on the sofa softly, a wicked grin on Steve’s face as he leans down to kiss Natasha, it’s a searing kiss that holds all of their lust and needs for one another.
“No, but this might” pulling her hips to the edge of the sofa and kneeling down between her legs, he kisses her left thigh, Natasha sighs and runs both hands through Steve’s hair and tugs lightly as he chuckles. Placing her left leg over his shoulder, arm curling around it to hold Nat in place, his hot breath fans over her and makes her shake lightly at the anticipation. He leans down and bites her right thing, Nat gasping in pleasure and pain, Steve pulls back with a satisfied smile at the bruise he left before finally putting his mouth where she craved him to be.
Steve licks a wet, hot strip up Nat’s slick folds, moaning into her; causing her to gasp and tighten her grip on his golden hair, her head falls back against the sofa harshly but is in too much pleasure to care. One of Steve’s hand pinning Nat down, not really doing its job as she all but grinds against Steve’s mouth, back arching off the sofa as Steve’s other hand travels up her body and massages one of her breasts.
His tongue circles her entrance before licking back up, lips circling around her clit and sucking into his mouth, his hand gripping tightly onto her thigh and causing a stinging sensation to contract throughout her body. His tongue circles around her clit a few times before his tongue goes back to lapping up her wetness again, looking up at her. Nat’s eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth hanging agape and soft whisperings of Steve’s name is rolling out of her, one hand scratching at his scalp trying to direct his greedy mouth back to her clit and her other hand, clutching the sofa’s armrest, her knuckles going white from the intensity of which she is holding it.
Steve pulls away slightly breathless and smirking, Nat whimpering from the loss of contact, Steve kneels forward and captures her lips with his own; tongues battling against one another intensely, and Nat could still taste herself on Steve’s tongue, moaning into Steve’s mouth. Nat pulls away and motions for Steve to sit down, getting up and sitting on the sofa, Nat swings and straddles his waist once more; one petit hand holding the back of his neck and the other grasping his shoulder.
Leaning forward and capturing her lips in a soft, slow kiss, as his hands hold her waist and gently lowers her down on his length. Nat pulls back and leans her forward against Steve’s, sighing gently as he sheaths himself inside of her, stopping and allowing her to adjust to him. Nat smiles and pecks his lips, moving her hips in a circular motion, her clit seeking the friction she needed and Steve’s grip getting bruising-ly tighter on her, his fingers grasping her smooth flesh and moaning loudly once again. Natasha lifts herself up and then down, moaning almost as loudly as Steve had done, keeping a steady pace whilst riding him and wrapping both arms around his neck.
Steve’s lifts his hips up to meet every Nat’s, thrusting up into her harshly and moaning loudly. Nat leans forward and starts creating more love bites on Steve’s neck, biting and sucking along his collarbone and moaning his name into his ear, chanting him to get deeper and faster. Steve then takes control of Nat’s hips, pulling her down every time he thrusts up; it’s brutal and harsh, almost animalistic.
“St-eve…” Nat moaned one of Steve’s hands left her waist and delved down straight for her clit, fingers rubbing, fast circles onto her bundle of nerves. The coil tightens in Nat’s abdomen and she knows she is close, so, does Steve. He can feel her walls clench around him, his thrusts start to become sloppy and hard, as they both reach their end. Nat’s coil snaps and her walls clench, sighing out Steve’s, like his name is the only word she remembers, at that moment? It’s true, her mind is fuzzy and her body is buzzing.
Steve’s decent isn’t long afterwards, rocking her hips against his own, watching Nat’s face contort into pure pleasure, and feeling her walls tighten around him even more. Nat moves closer to his ear and softly whispers the word ‘Captain’ into his ear, he groans and within a few more sloppy thrusts he’s coming undone beneath Nat, groaning loudly and longingly. He slows down to a stop, breathing heavily with eyes closed, both their chests heaving from their activities and blissful smiles on their faces.
“I love you” Steve sighs out and Nat nods lightly, lightly smiling at Steve, lifting and sighing gently as he pulls out of her and sits beside him for a few moments, limbs numb and tingly. Both look to the screen to see the credits roll “we just had sex whilst Saw was on” Steve frowned, looking down at Nat, she chuckled in response “that’s the least romantic movie to ever have sex to” he chuckled with her this time.
Steve leant down and kissed Nat softly, holding her cheek with one hand, smiling against her lips as she rested both her hands on his chest, pulling away and smiling gently at him,
“I love you too” Nat grinned before getting up, both helping each other find the other’s clothes, turning everything off in the theatre room “piggyback ride, Rogers” Nat grins, standing up on the sofa and motioning with a finger for him to turn around, Steve rolls his blue eyes before helping her climb onto his back and leave the room.
“Good movie, guys?” Darcy called
“I don’t know, we never got to the ending” Nat called back, turning her head to see Darcy cringe in disgust, Nat giggled as Steve sighed but laughed.
“We’re burning that entire room” Darcy called back.
(Again, if anyone judges me on my smut, I’ll dick/ vagina punch you because I’m not an expert at smut… probably, never will be - Rosalee)
The trip back had exhausted my little family beyond belief.
It hadn’t been that long in the plane as it was only around an hour, but flying
with a baby who was restless and wouldn’t stop crying. It was strange
considering on the way there, Liam was fine. Now that was just a whole
“We made it back!”
Dan exclaimed, opening the door and threw his hands into the air with
excitement. He dropped the bags and kicked off his shoes.
“Is Phil back yet?” I
asked, rubbing Liam’s back as I bumped him up and down in my arms. Dan shrugged
and bit his lip.
“He sent me an email
saying he probably wouldn’t be back until Sunday.” Dan took Liam out of my arms
and cradled him. It was Friday, so that meant we had two whole days to prepare
for how we would break the news to Phil that we were finally together.
“And Marie?” I took
off my own shoes and crossed my arms, looking up at him. He truly was such a
beautiful man. His eyes were so bright
and when he smiled he could light the entire city up without really an effort.
“Let me get him into
bed and then we’ll discuss that, alright?” Dan kissed my forehead and raise up
“Alright, I’m gonna
make some tea. Want some?” I ran my fingers through my hair. He nodded, and
walked up to Liam’s room.
I quickly whipped up
two cups of tea and grabbed some biscuits to have on the side. I planted myself
then, on the couch in the living room and plopped my legs up o the coffee
table. I picked a channel on the TV and kind of just studied the apartment and
realized that this was the first alone time Dan and I were going to spend as a
new couple. Of course, Paris didn’t entirely count as alone time because the
baby was there (not that I’m complaining at all-merely stating facts).
It was weird because
we had kept it so PG up until now, and Phil still wasn’t home so now we had a
few more options open to us that were a tad more rated R.
That thought alone
had made me feel nervous. If I were to do anything beyond plain kissing with
Dan, that would be a huge step. It sounds strange as we had already had sex
twice in the past, but this was such an official act and BOOM! It would all be
“I love it when he falls asleep quickly.” Dan mumbled,
entering the living room and taking a seat next to me. I chuckled and handed
him his mug and nodded.
“It’s a pretty great
feeling when he just knows when to sleep.” I sipped my tea and tapped my finger
nails against the mug.
“Certainly makes our
lives easier.” Dan crossed his legs and took a deep breath. It was at this
moment, I could tell he had been thinking the same things as me because the
atmosphere of the room changed drastically when it became just us two.
The tension was
growing and it was feeling far more… sexual. He knew it, I knew it. It was
unavoidable. He kept glancing at me and licking his lips ever so often. I
returned the favour by scooting closer to him until we were close enough for
him to wrap an arm around my shoulder.
For awhile we both
sat like that, sipping our drinks and casually kissing in between. We both
wanted this, but it felt weird just jumping into it now.
“So…” Dan started,
watching the credits roll up after an episode of whatever show we were watching
“So…” I nodded.
“I was wondering if
“Yes.” I interrupted him halfway, my nervousness mixed with excitement
was growing and it was making me feel a slight loss of control.
“You know what I was
going to ask you?” Dan raised a brow, turning his head so that he was now
looking at me.
“I have a hunch that
it was something related to…” I gave his jaw a soft kiss and slowly moved up
until I simply pecked his lips. It was just a small gesture, but it really set
the tone for what was to come. “This.” I finished off my previous sentence and
pulled away, smiling at him.
“You were so right,”
He breathed out, grabbing my cheeks and pushing me slightly backwards on the
couch. I decided to fully lay back and let him be on top of me. It was sweet.
His lips pressed
tenderly against mine. At first, he was slow and careful, probably afraid that
it would escalate too quickly. Well that or he was like me where he wanted to
savour the moment and really enjoy it.
Our other times whilst having sex either had us in A) a rush or, B)
under the influence of alcohol. They weren’t bad, but something told me that
this would be a lovely and welcomed new experience.
I initiated for the
kiss to deepen, which also invited him to make it more rough. I was feeling more
turned on by the second and his tongue entered my mouth; now making this the
most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
I played around with
my fingers in Dan’s hair, completely messing up the organization. I moved down
and ran my fingers up from his lower stomach, analyzing his physical details
and then placed them on his shoulders where I slid off his black bomber jacket
that was accented with white.
“We can wait a little
longer…” Dan broke the kiss apart for a second, “and really take things
slowly.” He panted, catching his breath from our intense make out session.
“Shut up,” I grabbed
the back of his neck and pulled him back into the kiss.
So there it happened.
On the couch, in the apartment living room.
It would have been a
good idea to go to the bedroom, but we were too comfortable. Dan had a condom
on him, too, so there really was no need. We had a good time.
“Hmm… I like the
dating thing a lot.” I giggled, tracing patterns on Dan’s bare chest. We
remained under a thin blanket on said couch where I was on top of him. “It
makes everything more erotic.”
“I agree. I really
enjoyed that thing you did with your tongue.” Dan played with the ends of my
hair and chuckled. “I highly enjoyed it, actually.”
“Shhhh,” I blushed,
shaking my head and putting my hands over my face.
Nothing else really happened after and we then proceeded to
get up and go to bed. It just made me melt to think we could be so intimate but
so loving at the same time, and not really feel like we had to worry about
In the morning, I
woke up before Dan. It was just shy of 7am but I was wide awake. He remained,
in his side of the bed. I figured I would get my day started so I went and got
Liam, bringing him back to the kitchen and started up breakfast.
After finishing up
making my eggs, I heard keys rattling just across the hall.
“I’m home,” it was
Phil. Surprise, surprise. He seemed to be talking more to himself but I
“I’m in the kitchen,
Phil! Want something to eat?” I was louder than he was but it didn’t matter
since Dan was the only one sleeping, and he was too lost in his dreams to
Phil trudged into the
kitchen and awkwardly looked back and forth between me and the baby, before
grinning. He approached me and in an instant hugged me.
“It’s great to see
you again! How was France?” He fixed his glasses by pushing the bridge of them
farther up his nose.
“It was amazing. The
street food was great, so was all the music, the culture-everything.” I was so
happy that he was being so open with me. It made it easier for me because I was
going to have to tell him about Dan, and now was the best time.
“I’m glad you had
fun.” He went to the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring himself a glass. I
“How was seeing your
parents?” I got out two plates and rationed the food I made evenly on them.
“Good, but I came
back a day early because I have a meeting tomorrow so it was cute a little
short. Oh also congratulations to you and Dan. Took you two long enough,”
I was so confused.
How the hell did he just bring that up so casually? He was so emotional the
last time we talked about it, that now the contrast in tones made it seem so
“How did you know
about that?” I crossed my arms and sat at the table along with him. He didn’t
change his facial expression for a second.
“I go on Twitter a
lot and Dan has made a name for himself in the world. An updates page about him
and I uploaded a picture of you guys kissing at the airport.” He explained,
taking a bit of the eggs. “Hmm, these are tasty.”
“Thanks but…” I
felt like in the moment I should have regretted being so publicly affectionate
with Dan, but I didn’t. I loved him and although there would be some
consequences (I.E people finding out about our relationship through a different
source) but it wouldn’t matter anymore in a few weeks. “How do you feel about
“Y/N,” Phil sighed. “I liked you a lot. You were really
great and we had a thing and it was fun while it lasted but… It wasn’t meant
to be. I know that it wasn’t and so do you. Dan really loves you and you love
him, so all I can do is support you guys and move on. I love you both too much
anyways to fuck it up.” Phil patted my shoulder and I mumbled the only words
that seemed fit.
There was nothing
dramatic and it didn’t have to be. Just the fact that we both acknowledged that
this happened and we were able to move on made it okay.
All there was left
however, after this; was telling Marie.
a fic rec masterpost of a massive variety of some great larry fics from politics aus to mermaid aus. (or, we started a fic rec chat literally two days ago and we’ve already recced each other 20+ fics and i need a way to keep on top of them all.) enjoy!
The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.
The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.
Request:Cas’ girlfriend’s funny drunker who gets drunk very quickly. She &
Winchesters come to the bunker from bar guys have to take care of
this laughing mess. She’s telling horrible jokes etc. They laugh &
want to put her to bed but then Cas appears. He finished his heavenly
job. When she sees him she runs to him, sloppily kisses him, tells
him that he’s so fluffy, & squishy & she loves him so much,
he’s her Cassie. Cas finds out what happened he can’t help but laugh.
In the morning all of them don’t let her forget.
A/N:So the ending turned out different than I originally intended but
I liked this one. I did however forget to include the morning after
where the boys make fun of her but I still think it turned out well
without that part. Enjoy my loves!
“I think maybe you better slow down,”
Sam said with a chuckle as he tried to wrestle away the shot of
tequila from your fingers without spilling it. You still had enough
motor control to dodge his hands and you turned away from him and
quickly downed the tangy, burning liquid. You banged the shot glass
down on the sticky bar top and gave Sam your biggest grin and he
couldn’t help but smile back.
You were on your sixth shot….or was
it seventh? You’d lost count after the first few. Sam and Dean were
matching you drink for drink at first but after awhile they seemed
content just watching you get sillier and sillier with each dose of
“Dean!” you yelled and the hunter
startled a little, not expecting you to scream so loudly. You leaned
to your left where Dean was sitting on the bar stool next to you and
wrapped your arm around his bicep as you laid your head on his
Dark-ish pan. After slapping you and you ran away, he finds you and you’re sobbing and he takes you back to his tent and ties you up and shows you he’ll never let you go.
(Ahhh Dark Pan just alksdjflsakdfjl the feelssss. I hope you like it!)
You and Pan had gotten into your first fight ever. He ended up slapping you which caused you to quickly turn around and run as far as you possibly could from him. The fight had been over something which you thought Peter was being unreasonable for.
“What the hell was that (y/n)?” Peter yelled at you.
“What are you talking about Peter?” You ask him.
“You were flirting with Felix, weren’t you?” He takes a step closer to you which results in you being pinned between him and the tree behind you.
“I did no such thing, don’t be so stupid.” You laughed at him, which caused him to get angry, lose his temper and slap you.
Once he did it, his eyes immediately softened. “(y/n) I-I didn’t me-” You cut him off and ran as far away as possible.
You had tears streaming down your face as you backed up against a tree and slowly slid down. Your face was in your hands and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Peter has never been one to lose his temper or to become violent like that.
“(Y/N), There you are, I have been looking everywhere for you.” Peter said while appearing in front of you and putting his hand out.
“P-please don’t hurt me, Peter.” You panicked and covered your face thinking that he was going to hit you.
“I never meant to hit you I just got upset and I don’t know what came over me. I’m really sorry, I promise I will make it up to you.” Peter said while raising an eyebrow at the end of his sentence.
You nodded and took his hand. You knew that Peter would never purposely hurt you. Also the fact, that you were both about to have hot make up sex definitely helped you make up your mind.
“Do I get to decide how you make it up to me?” A smile started to form as you wiped away the last few tears.
“Of course love, you get to decide, so which will it be? Bad boy or Angel darling?” His voice was so damn seductive that you started to feel yourself getting wet just by thinking about it. Angel meant that he would go slow and be all romantic. Bad boy was where he lets out his inner darkness and makes it very clear that he owns you and that you belong to him.
“Bad Boy” You whisper.
“As you wish.” A devilish smirk appearing on his face.
Peter swept you off your feet and held your bridal style while he took you back to camp and to his tent. Once you got to the tent he set you on the bed and waved his hand over your wrists. Within an instant your wrists were tied to the bedpost.
“Hmm…something’s missing or should I say needs to be missing.” He snapped his fingers and all your clothes were gone. “Ahh much better.” He said while climbing on top of you.
His lips crashed down to yours as his fingers traveled down and teased you.
“Peter pleaseee, don’t tease me, just fuck me” You moan as he starts to trail kisses down your neck.
He snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared as well. As he took his dick in his hands and ran it up and down your clit causing you to start to squirm even more.
“Beg for it darling, tell me how much you want it.” He grinded against you causing you to let out a moan.
“Peter please, I want you to fuck me so I can’t walk tomorrow. Fuck me like only you can. I need you baby please.” You said while tugging at the restraints which you knew you wouldn’t be able to break.
“Much better.” He said before thrusting himself into you. You could feel yourself quickly adjusting to his size and could feel pleasure radiating throughout your body.
“Oh, s-shit.” You moaned while you threw your head back in pleasure. “Faster, Peter please.”
He quickly sped up the pace causing you to moan even louder, “mhmmm Peter.”
“That’s right darling, let all of Neverland know who is making you feel good. Let them all know who you belong to.” He seductively groaned into your ear.
“Peterrrr, I’m yours.” Soon enough you can see stars and you feel that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“P-Peter I’m gonna c-cum.” You moan.
“Let it go baby.” He groaned in your ear as he thrust faster.
“Ahhhh Peter.” You scream in pleasure as you can feel the orgasm roll through your body. Peter moaned your name as he released himself as well.
He then rolled off of you and snapped his fingers. Your hands were free and you brought them back down to your side.
“I love it when you do that.” You smiled at him after regaining your breath. “Round two?” You smile at him.
So sorry i havent been updating imagines lately i have been extremely busy at school because i am now stage manager of the musical meaning i will be in school from 7am-9pm and its just alskdfjlsa so i will be posting some whenever i have the time also you can look at the imagine requests tag in the navigation and it will tell you what i am working on and you can submit some if you want to as well.
Also i will be uploading a chapter to the fan fiction because i just finished the chapter yes it has been a while but like i said school has like taken over my life.
Also I have the rpg which you can apply to be a character in here. I play peter pan here. So you can ask him questions as well. And you can ask the peter pan from the fan fiction questions here.
Series 9 was heartbreaking. Not just because of how emotional it was from start to finish, not just because of the amazing but gut-wrenching fate of Clara Oswald, but because of how hated and underappreciated it was by so many people. Yet at the same time it stands as Steven Moffat’s masterwork as show runner of Doctor Who.
No surprise, this is a long article, so a break first.
I aggravatingly blew air out of my nose I couldn’t stand to be near my step brother right now he literally annoys the shit out of me. My step brother Jack sits down on the couch making the cushion dip down I move farther away from him. he laughs watching me “I hate you” I mumble “mhm I don’t think you do” he chuckles “you don’t know that ” you scoff “yeah I’m pretty sure you don’t hate me” he retorts “ok what ever you say” you huff “see you don’t hate me” he points “jack you’re really fucking annoying” this makes him laugh “why the hell do you keep laughing. I’m insulting you right now” you scoff “because it’s funny that you think I don’t know what you really think about me” he chuckles “jack what the fuck are you talking about?” You ask pissed off “I read your diary y/n and I know you say my name when you touch yourself” your checks heat up knowing that everything he said was absolutely correct he lets out a deep throaty laugh “how the fuck did you get my diary and how do you know I even touch myself” “I snooped threw your room when you where at school one day and really y/n you don’t think I can’t hear you moan my name from my room” your ears start to heat up as well you turn your head roughly “you don’t know shit jack. What if I master bate to the thought of your friend jack fucking me huh?” You point “hear I’ll read you a piece from your diary to refresh your mind on who you think about” he pulls out your diary and it clearly is yours. Your name is written in big letters at the top “here we’ll go to 1-21-14 it’s my favorite” he clears his throat
” dear diary,
It’s been awhile but I’ve just been really preoccupied lately with moving in a home with basically strangers. But David does have this son. He’s not here a lot but when he is I can’t help drool over him the whole time. Even though he’s so rude. God he’s so rude but it’s really sexy to me for some reason” he flicks is eyes up at you smirks then returning his attention back to the diary ” he’s like the kinda hot that makes you want to jump on him and fuck em the second you see him. I haven’t but it’s so hard not to. And the other day he must’ve thought no one was home because I saw him walking around in the kitchen naked. I’ve never wanted some one so bad in my life.. Oh my I’m going to hell for saying this. His my god damned step brother ugh anyway love always ,y/n” he shuts the diary “mhm y/n you touch yourself to jack Johnson really because I’m pretty sure he isn’t your step brother who you want to jump ever time you see him” you look down to your lap as your to embarrassed to even look at jack “hey y/n if you wanted to fuck me you could’ve just told me. I would’ve” this makes you gasp “why are you so surprised y/n. Why do you think I take 30 minute showers every time I’m here” he places his hand on your knee looking straight at you while he raises it higher “jack what are you doing we can’t where brother and sister” he makes the most awful face ” I’m not your brother and your not my sister and if I want to fuck you I will” he barks his loud voice making you whimper a little but mostly excited because he wants to have sex with you and that’s all you’ve wanted for weeks now
He grabs your wrists and puts them at your side holding then there as he leans he head to his you. He kisses you hard an rough he parts his lips lightly to bite your lip you open your mouth as he sticks his tongue in your mouth exploring it.You try to wiggle your wrist free so you can touch him but he wouldn’t budge. You groan against his lip. You can feel him smile lightly. He pulls away a takes hold of you of your wrist pulling you off the couch and up the stairs with him into his room he let’s go of your wrist when you get inside his room he turns around and locks the door as you rub your sore wrist “aw did I hurt you” he falsely coos you just stand there staring at him and you’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck him ever sense you meet him you can’t seem to move to take the extra step to put your body’s close. He takes the step seeing as you couldn’t he lightly nudged you backward you took the hint and kept backing up until you felt the bed at the back of your legs he roughly pushed you back ward he lowered his body over top of yours “mhm so sexy” he mummers toying with your hair you glance up at him through your eyelashes afraid that if you look at him directly you’ll never be able to stop yourself. He lean down placing deep kisses on your neck he took the sensitive skin between his teeth making you let out a strangled moan. He starts to suck and bite the place on your neck you push your hips you to meet his so you get his attention he just laughs into your neck “jack please” you beg he averts his lip to yours as a way to shut you up. You push your hips up to meet his again he pulls away “jack please I need you” you plea he pulls your top off and discards it’s some where into the room he puts his hands under your bra kneading them. The slight contact makes you whimper he push it over your head instead of trying to unsnap it. He place his large hand over your right one toying with the nipple as he places his mouth over your left one his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud he switched breast left now being kneaded and your right sucked “jack please” you whimper tugging at your pants “not yet baby” he says against your skin as he plants rough sloppy kisses over your breast and stomached you take all the strength you have and take your shaky hands to the hem of his shirt you reach up under it hands touching ever part of skin you could. he leans back a little letting you slip his shirt off he leans back down to you his hot skin touching your own “god damn it jack please fuck me” you basically moan he pulls down your pants throwing then into the floor “mhm I love the lace” he loops his pointer finger under the band you try to raise up a little so that his finger will brush where you wanted him most he chuckles “fucking hell jack” you whine he slips off his sweat pants so your only both only in your underwear you go to reach out for his boxers but he slaps your hand away and pulls them down himself you close you legs a little squirming trying to get some friction to satisfy your needs. He pulls your underwear down and throws them in the floor he sandwiches him self between your thighs he reaches above your head into a draw he pulls out a condom and rips it open. You try to help him slip it on my he pushes your hand away he fixes himself in front of your entrance he closes his eyes and pushes himself all the way in you part your lips and try to scream but nothing came he opens his eyes and looks down at you he pulls almost all the way out then push himself all the way back in a loud moan raked threw your body he starts pulling out then pushing back in at a slow pace “jack harder” you moan a grunt left his plump lips as his thrust become much rougher “uh jack faster” you look up at his face he has sweat bead forming at his hair line and his bottom lip in between his teeth “oh my god jack” you scream he hits your g-spot making your hips buck. He continues to hit the same spot thrust after thrust soon your stomach started to clinch “jack I’m gonna come” you pant “not yet hold it for a sec” “jack I don’t know if I can.. But I’ll try” he thrust a couple more times he must’ve came because he let out a throaty moan he places his head by your neck his thrusting sloppy trying to get you to orgasism you feel you legs start to shake and you curl your toes “jack I’m coming ” he thrusts roughly two last times as you came. He pulled out and rolled off you onto his back breathless you’re both sweaty panting messes after a few minutes your breathing is back to normal. You look every where in the room expect at jack. You see him threw your peripheral vision looking at you. He sends you lop sided grin. You can’t help but send a smile back “y/n you are honestly the best I’ve ever had” you frown “jack we can’t do this anymore” his frown matches your own “and why can’t we y/n and don’t say we’re related because we aren’t an I honestly don’t see a problem with us. Whatever this is” you had nothing to say you heard the front door close figuring it was David you get under his covers he runs around his room picking up your guy’s clothes you heard foot steps coming up the stairs he slip into bed with you laying on his side so that you’ll be less noticeable as you pull the covers up over you head.The foot step are right in front of his room the door handle jiggles and the person on the outside is trying to open the door you look up to see jack mouth in the shape on an O he’d forgotten to unlock the door. The handle stops jiggling you hear the sound of something being placed in the doors lock jacks eyes flash nervous. A few seconds later the door flew open and jack look over to see who it was “what the fuck man! What are you doing” he exclaimed “I was bored at home wanted to hang why?” Said a teenaged boys voice who you know belonged to jack Johnson “How’d you even get in here?” “I picked the lock” you could tell by his mannerism he had just shrugged “who’s here” jack j asks “um no one why?” jack asks nervously scratching the back of his neck “because there women’s underwear in your floor either there’s a girl here or you’ve got something to tell me” you reach your fingers over the top of the covers and pulled it down to your neck “oh my fucking gosh jack you’ve finally got her to have sex with you! Holy shit You’ve got to tell me everything.” Jack j laughs. Johnson points to you “you’ve got no idea how many times he’s told me he wanted to quote on quote fuck the shit out of you” jack g just hung his head low a light rouge painted onto his cheeks as you pulled the covers back over your head
I’ve uploaded this before but there were so many grammatical I deleted an fixed the one I saw easily and changed the ending because I didn’t really like the other one
To make up for the lack of sex in this one, I’m going to post a super dir-tay fic tomorrow.
Word Count: 1,738 (SFW)
Mamrie came out of the kitchen with three glasses. Hannah took a quick sip of the rose colored liquid and tried to stifle a cough. Grace nearly gagged and thought, for a second, that Mamrie had tried to poison them with lighter fluid. Usually the redhead’s drinks were ridiculously tasty. Strong, but tasty. These though, were “we need to talk drinks”. Mamrie knew that they needed a little liquid courage to get through this conversation. She did too.
Sure, she had known that they were casually seeing each other. That they would get drunk and get handsy, but this whole “come out to the world” thing had absolutely blindsided her. She was their best friend. Why the hell did 900,000 Instagram followers get to know before her?
“Ok, so… what the fuck?”, Mamrie said as she sat back in her chair, crossing her legs. She watched Hannah reach for Grace’s hand, as if to help protect her from the redheads accusatory tone.
“I don’t know, Mames.”, Hannah began, “I think we just got so overwhelmed in trying to tell everyone, and then actually telling everyone that we kind of blew everything else off.”