Family Visit--T.H

Last night had been exhausting. Tom had kept you up all night, showing you apartments that he saw suitable. In the end you had to tell him to just shush so you could go to sleep. You woke up to an empty bed, though when you reached over you discovered that the sheets were still warm to the touch. Climbing out of bed, whilst tripping over your clothes that were strewn across the floor, you walked over the open bedroom door.

Walking to the dark kitchen, you flicked on the light switch and started to pull eggs out the fridge. Just as you were placing the frying pan on the hob, Tom entered not so gracefully, walking with heavy feet. He approached you, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your temple, whilst squeezing your hip. He muttered in your ear “Good mornin’ love”

After replying a peppy good morning to him too, you reached over and cracked the eggs into he pan. Tom still had his head rested on your shoulder, both his hands now resting on your hips.

After a few seconds, Tom pulled away to put the coffee on. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hands leaving your hips, making you shiver. “I’ll put the heating on” Tom said monotonously, walking towards the keypad on the wall near the front door. You smiled to yourself, loving how Tom noticed your shivers. “You do remember we’re going to my parents today don’t you?” Tom asked as he re-entered the kitchen, turning you round by placing his hands on your waist. “Course” You replied with a small smile, leaning up to give Tom a loving kiss. When you pulled back you were met with a content smile, that you returned willingly.

A couple hours later and you were on the front steps of Tom’s family home. As you rang the doorbell, Tom placed his arm round your shoulders, pulling you into him to protect you from the fierce winter chill. You smiled up at him, then turned your head back to the front as the door opened.

You beamed at Tom’s mum, whilst Tom himself disconnected himself from you to wrap his arms round her in a bear hug. You were then both ushered in quickly from the cold, being told we’d catch a cold. We walked into the living room, after a quick catch up with Nikki, where Tom’s twin brothers, Sam and Harry, were sat watching Batman. Tom walked forward and wrapped the two in a brotherly hug, teasing them about not watching Spiderman. “Where’s Paddy?” You asked from the doorway, keen to talk to him. You and Paddy had become close after you met for the first time. Whenever you came round you would help him with his homework, give him advice and when he was younger you would play lego with him. Now you would often complete 300 piece puzzles in the living room together.

“He’s out at one of his friends house’s” Sam replied knowingly. Tom sauntered back up to you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, “Don’t worry, you’ve got me, you’re favourite Holland!” Tom said in hopes of cheering you up. “Who said you’re my favourite?” You wittily replied. He playfully smacked you gently on the shoulder, then pulled you to the sofa to watch Batman.

You plonked onto the seat, squeezed next to Harry who was engrossed in the film, and wrapped your arm around Tom’s middle. He in turn placed his arms round your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer into him. He placed a kiss on your cheek, then you heard gagging from next to you.

Turning, you saw Sam and Harry turned towards you, pretending to be sick. You blushed, pulling away from Tom slightly and started to apologise “Sorry, we’ll try to be….” Before you could finish your apology, Tom pulled you flush onto his lap. You squealed, which caught the twins attention. “We’ll be as cute as we want to be thank you” He then gave you a sound kiss on your lips to seal what he had said. Your eyebrows shot up as Tom continued to kiss you slowly and languidly.

You seemed to blur out that you were in Tom’s childhood home, returning the kiss with equal passion. When you heard a cough from the door way, you whipped your head round to see Tom’s parents seemingly stood there with mixed expressions. You promptly pulled away, climbing of his lap, sitting just next to him instead. Tom stayed quiet, though he was now a deep red.

“keep it to the bedroom thanks kids. There’s young eyes present” Tom’s dad said, pointing to Paddy stood just next to him, biting his lower lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing at your joint embarrassment. You turned to Tom, who looked just as alarmed as you felt.

“Batman” He uttered then turned to watch the tv, now notably keeping his hands to himself.

i took a nap and had a dream that i was just strolling through a walmart at night when obama walks out of the pet aisle, and i asked him what he was doing at a walmart at night and he just gently shushed me.

so i asked him why he was in the pet aisle, and then he started to walk away but not before he said this.

“A devil among animals is a lord among people” and then i woke up.

Man okay when I got my wisdom teeth out it was a fucking experience. Before the surgery wasn’t too interesting but as soon as I woke up I saw the nurse next to me and was all like “hey… i think… i died… and now I’m in a parallel universe… and i gotta go back to my house and kill the me from this universe” and he was just kinda like “alright, you do that”. And then the other nurse kept going in and out of the room to get things and I thought there was like 5 of her that kept coming out of the room, and then so when she was wheeling me out in a wheelchair I was like “damn… why are there so many of you… there’s like 5 many of you” and she was just kinda like “alright, you do that”.

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

Anyway the rest of the story is we drove home and I explained this programming project I was working on to my dad in perfect detail somehow and then I came home and went on facebook and posted a comment on my friends status (because I couldn’t find the status update bar) that read: “i just took a lort of painkillers and yelled at everyone in a jambo juice”

People don’t seem to understand that everyone’s struggles are different, and personal struggles impact individuals in different ways.

Just because something is not hard for you or does not effect you in a certain way, does not mean it is the same for others.

‘Oh thats nothing’ ‘you’re just too emotional’ ‘you’ll get over it’ 'is that it?’

Be quiet.

Do not mock a pain you have not endured. You have no say and your opinions do not matter. Do not undermine another’s pain and sorrow. Who are you exactly to decide how hurtful something is to someone else? No one.

That Really Happened (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 2,864

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since you were little kids, but it turns out that the games you used to play together have different results as adults.

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tight spaces.

Originally posted by esgaroths

steve x reader 

warnings: swearing, basically pure fucking smut, choking.

prompt: getting stuck in a closet with steve rogers and his tight pants while on a mission.

A/N: once again, this is just pure unedited smut so here you go. feel free to send in requests. :-)

“you better not fucking leave me!” you hissed, gripping steve by the arm and looking him dead in the eyes.

“i wasn’t leaving, i was just going to check if the coast is clear.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“of course it’s not fucking clear, there’s hydra agents all over the fucking place, you dumb fuck!” your heart beat was erratic as you dug your nails into his arm, glaring at him.

“there’s no need for that!” steve announced, just to be shushed by you.

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Alright, so a couple weeks ago I made this post about how Lance could become the Black paladin. So why don’t we get into some more sad stuff for what could happen after he was accepted by Black. 

Well what if the whole crew is shocked that the black lion would choose him, but eventually they run with it. Can you really fight with the giant sentient lion machine that has the power to choose who can pilot it? 

No, no you can’t. But here’s the thing, just because Black chose him doesn’t necessarily mean the others are automatically going to change how they treat Lance.

So imagine that they’ve finally caught up with another Robeast, Galran fleet now directed by Lotor, or a planet that needs saving from an active threat, and the whole group collectively has decided to pull together as Voltron. 

Lance has been thinking up strategies and after they’ve tried a few tactics from previous battles and failed, he notices a way that could work to defeat it. And as the new leader the others would have to listen to him for commands, right? 

So Lance is glad he can actually contribute to the team now, but he thinks it’s bittersweet that he finally has a chance to relay his ideas and it’s only because Shiro isn’t here to shoot him down.

So he tries to tell them his new plan.

However, the others are too busy referring to Pidge asking her what to do. Because while Shiro was with them, as he was shooting down Lance, he always used Pidge for ideas and listened to her input. The rest of the crew have just automatically continued this trend. 

He is tuned out, shushed or just not allowed to get a word in as Pidge is coming up with and relaying her idea. One that Lance knows would be much more dangerous even if it does work. Honestly Pidge, Keith and Allura are all pretty impulsive plan-wise, so the chances that a plan between the 3 of them being risky, with only Hunk being given the role as voice of reason, would probably be pretty high.

Lance isn’t given the chance to tell them why this plan was too Hazardous, or about his better plan because the rest of the paladins have already agreed and started to move, yelling as one to get into the action.

And what can a head do if it’s limbs have taken over?

In the end Pidge’s idea works, but everyone has taken a beating, just as Lance knew would happen. They all sound off that they’re conscious but that’s not much to reassure the new black paladin that they’re okay.

Once they get to the castle he takes stock of the cuts, bruises, and (unfortunately in Hunk’s case) broken bones and the sight causes such guilt in him. He had the ideas that could have helped his team, his new responsibility, to stay safe, but he’d failed as a leader. 

At least he is allowed to do the other half of his job. After they make a wormhole jump away from the scene he ushers those who needed a med pod, medical aid and medicine in the right directions, and treats them all before sending them off to heal up. 

Eventually all that’s left is attending to himself.

When left alone he’s given time to think about what happened out in the field and he just breaks down. He realizes that it doesn’t matter that he was picked as a leader by Black, he’s still seen as the guy who doesn’t have anything to add to Voltron and he’s just filling another role, like there doesn’t need to be a leader. 

And by the time he’s taken care of himself Lance is just crushed and left just as insecure as he was before, because if no one else could see him as a leader, then why would he?

gospel around his fingers

Dex slams the door shut and presses against the wood, leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath. He stares blindly up at the ceiling and–

“Nurse, I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Not counting me.” Lardo pretends to flip a lock of hair over her shoulder. “We all know I’d smoke you bitches,” she adds, grinning. Her teeth flash in the low lighting, and she knocks back the last of her drink as the gather group lets out joking boos.

They all “ooh” at Nursey as he raises a challenging eyebrow and smirks at Lardo. He makes a show of looking around the room, leering slightly at the other players of spin the bottle – Holster, Dex, Tango, Ollie, Wicks, and a few members of the volleyball and soccer teams. Bitty is grinning from his spot on the floor next to Lardo and Dex, watching as Nursey catches the eye of each person.

“Dex!” The memory is abruptly interrupted as Chowder’s voice comes from beyond the door. “Come on, man!” Dex tries to straighten up, but his legs refuse to work. He sinks down to the floor, back still pressed against the door, trying to suck in deep breaths of air. He drops his head between his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and–

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pre-zimbits, in which bittle is drunk and jack is very patient (and a jerk with a great ass)

“I can’t believe I didn’t stay for Senior Week last year.”

Bittle was sprawled across the grass in the little cemetery on the other side of the soccer field. Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but he was very drunk and very alone, and everyone else was very drunk and not answering Bittle’s texts.

“Having fun?” Jack asked, hands in his pockets.

Bittle pulled himself to his feet, using a headstone for balance. “Mmph, sorry there, Mr. Dead Dude. Don’t haunt me for this.”

Bittle was drunker than Jack feared. He stumbled over, eyes glassy and unfocused. There was no doubt Jack would be cleaning vomit tonight; Bittle was so buying him Annie’s tomorrow.

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Watching Wonder Woman with my mom

And we get to the part where she is about to kiss Chris Pine and my mom goes “how does she know how to do that?? The whole island has no men!!” So I lean over and whisper, “ mom …. have you heard of….. lesbians?”

And she just goes “yes shush of course I know about lesbians…. you’re so right”

I promise I didn’t make this up for notes but anyways the Amazons are all super gay

Dating Kim Yugyeom

  • First things first
  • when he realises that he likes you he would ask his members
  • and the advice would start with
  • “Woo her with words, write her a song and serenade to her!”
  • “Be lowkey and cool about it. Buy her a burger and then just casually drop it”
  • “Just be straight forward about it. Tell her you like her and if she likes you back take her out”
  • he would probably go with Mark’s being cool and lowkey way
  • but he would fail bc damn I just don’t see him succeeding
  • so he would want to buy you a burger but then forget
  • and then he would try the convenience store
  • and think to himself that a cream cheese Sandwich would do the jb right?
  • wrong
  • so he meets you and is like
  • “Yeah I got that for me- no wait for you. I bought this for you”
  • and you would take it and be like
  • “Aw thank you but I’m lactose intolerant”
  • And he’ll just malfunction a little
  • “Mark told me that would work and I should just be lowkey and cool about liking you! And now I forgot you are lactose intolerant!”
  • and you just looked at him while biting your lip and he kept complaining so you just shushed him
  • “I like you too Yugyeom”
  • And his eyes were suddenly as big as his fake confidence
  • and there was this awkward silence for a second and then he was like
  • “Can I hug you?”
  • and you nodded and laghed at how cute that was like awwwwwwwww
  • and then he excuses himself because he needs to use the toilet
  • he actually texts into the 97′liner group chat and probably calls Bambam or something
  • the other members have two moods
  • either it’s
  • Jinyoung and JB in the living room with you while Yugyeom was on the toilet or smth
  • and it was dead silent while they looked at you judgingly
  • the clock on the wall made the only sound
  • and you’d just sit there and look at your knees
  • and then JB would be protective as he is
  • “Bring him back by 10″
  • “Yes ma’- sir. Yes sir!”
  • silence
  • and then Yugyeom would finally come in and be like
  • “Whut’s goin on”
  • you had no idea tbh
  • “Before you go. I don’t want to be a grandfather so protect”
  • “Don’t have sex at all. Jaebum what kind of values do you try to teach our children?”
  • And then the two start bickering and Yugyeom just slowly pulls you away
  • but the two don’t want to be mean they just want to protect their youngest
  • but then on the other hand you would have Bamba who’s just like
  • “Get fucked!”
  • He would put a lot of thought into dates but don’t mention it
  • like not bc he is humble but because he will deny it
  • so hard
  • let’s say he took you out to a restaurant
  • he would request the flowers on the table to be your favourite
  • but if you asked he would go
  • “What??? Don’t be delusional!!”
  • but you know
  • One time you took him ice skating
  • turns out he can’t ice skate but felt too daMN COOL TO ADMIT
  • so now he stand stiff on the ice while you push him
  • but if you speed up even a bit
  • he will be full o panting and fearing for his life
  • “Stop Y/N or I will just sit down and pull you down with me!”
  • he is just bluffing
  • you thought and didn’t slow down
  • and then suddendly it’s like a tower fell
  • and inevitably you fell too and now everyone is staring at the human mass on the floor  
  • quietly swearing at each other
  • you decide it would be good to just go for a coffee too
  • sometimes you two would just lay around and suddenly he goes
  • “how many chilis do you think I can fit in my mouth?”
  • and you are just like
  • “Yugyeom don’t you will regret that so much!”
  • and he is just like
  • “ok.ok.ok”
  • the next day bambam facetimes you to show you Yugyeom crying while drinking milk
  • “I don’t even feel sorry for you I told you!”
  • out of pure interesst you would want to know how many he could put in though
  • “3″
  • He would be super caring for you though
  • always making sure you ate and drank and slept enough
  • if you were out together and a breeze hit he would immediatly throw a piece of his clothing around you
  • “i’m not even cold!”
  • “yes but I don’t want you to get sick!”
  • If you ever got sick though
  • even if it was just the slightest stuffed nose
  • he get’s you enough medicine to cure the entire nation
  • and a preach about that one time four months ago you went out with slightly damp hair and how he told you it will get you sick
  • For skinship
  • he would love holding you
  • like
  • he would bury you in his body
  • would love leaving little kisses in your face randomly
  • he would bite you too
  • but god if his members would be even Close
  • he is two meters away from you
  • you better know he would not see the end of it if the members would see him even just brushing a body part of yours
  • I think he would also like to be the small spoon every now and then
  • with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist while talking to you
  • about his dreams and hopes
  • and also his worries
  • and you would need to reassure and soothe him
  • he would be there for you
  • always
  • and while he wouldn’t want to come across sappy 22/7
  • there would be those moments he would get serious and tell you things like
  • “I’m always there for you!”
  • “No matter what it is you can come to me and I will help you with it!”
  • “You mean the world to me!”
  • “I love you”
  • But especially saying “I love you” would be special to him and he wouldn’t want to say it too often
  • you knew when he did he really meant it
  • more often then not you would be teasing each other
  • “Hey dumbfuck pass me the salt”
  • “Why you need salt you have enough in your soul”
  • “Sweet how you think you can diss me”
  • “Sweet how you think I can’t”
  • and if anyone doesn’t know it’s just your basic way of communication they’ll be like
  • “Are they fine?”
  • and Jinyoung is just standing there like
  • “Susan wht do you mean that’s young love on it’s peak. Look at them bickering. Love birds”
  • I feel like fights would happen quite regularly
  • but they are more just petty, stubborn, heated convos
  • and they don’t last long
  • 10 minutes max
  • he would show you dances he is working on
  • and sometimes bc he is a little fucker™
  • he would show you dances that are waaaaaay too sexy
  • and then you sit there like
  • “what is that?”
  • “just a choreo what do you mean?”
  • sometimes you would see him Play with Coco and giggle like a small Boy
  • or curl up while sleeping while his mouth slightly open
  • and you think about how cute and adorbly he is
  • and other times you remember that one If You Do Performance
  • and yeah uhm so much about cute Yugyeom
  • Overall: Dating Yugyeom would be full of fun an laughter. While he would often want to seem all tough and cool he would have the weakest, softest spot for you, caring for you crazily much and showing you so too.
You’re Perfect

Note: thank you so much for the request, darlin! it took me a while to write this because every time I’d finish it and read it, I didn’t like how it turned out. I’m sorry if it’s too short, but I hope you enjoy it! feedback is always welcome! I love reading comments! .c

Request:  I was thinking something along the lines that the reader and Seb had been dating for ages but she struggles with her self esteem, he goes to the gym to work out and it gets posted on his friend Instagram account of him working out with all the other women as well she see it and gets really down and tries to end things with him cause she doesn’t think she’s good enough and he comes home to her packing and tells her how much he loves her and how pretty she is and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense - @melconnor2007

You woke up to your phone vibrating on the bedside table in your shared bedroom, the sun shining through your closed curtains. You groaned and turned on your other side, letting your eyes open as you grabbed your phone. It was a notification from Don Saladino, Sebastian’s gym trainer.

You turned onto your back and went to the live video, smiling as some people noticed you were watching. Greeting comments poured in, and so did the perverted ones. Though as your eyes left the comments and landed on a girl doing squats and Sebastian watching, your stomach sank.

Notice how she’s not bending forward too much, Seb.” Don said behind the camera. So, he’s only watching to get tips. You sighed and shrugged it off but you couldn’t ignore the comments that were now scrolling up the screen. Well, you could simply swipe the comment section away, but you were hooked.

Everyone was either commenting about your figure or how great you’d look if you toned up. Suddenly, it felt wrong to be lying in bed at 9am, no matter how late you were at work last night. You felt sluggish and lazy, uncomfortable in the little clothing you had on.

You’ve always had self esteem issues, but this tops it off. Tears formed in your eyes as you watched Sebastian continue watching the girl, and you quickly left the live video. You sat for a moment, thinking about how Sebastian would love it if he had a relationship where he could go to the gym together. Another sort of bonding tradition perhaps.

The longer you thought about it, the harsher the thoughts became. Getting out of bed, you made your way to your dresser to grab a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. You felt odd in your own skin, more so now than ever. Every flaw screamed at you as your feet carried you.

The brush of your thighs, your stomach against the soft material of Sebastian’s shirt, your arms holding your clothes against you.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and turned to face it. You lifted the shirt up, revealing your tummy. Your hands pinched at the skin one time and you had to look away. Your lip trembled as you took the shirt off and stepped into the shower, hoping it’ll help.

Dating someone like Sebastian for so long, it wasn’t easy. When he was in the spotlight, so were you. He took you to events with him, he’d bring you to movie sets, and would introduce to his friends and coworkers. You loved that, you really did. It was nice to see the positive comments, but you still felt bad about yourself, and the negative comments that you’d see just made it worse.

You got out of the shower as quickly as you got in, and took your time getting ready. You dried your hair and slid on a new pair of clothes, all the while trying to keep your tears in. But you couldn’t. It was impossible at this point. It was silly, almost. 

Before too long, you were questioning if you should stay here. It was wrong to think like that, but you felt as though Sebastian would be happier with someone who shared everything with him.

A sob fell from your lips and you inhaled unsteadily; you were really doing this. You grabbed your phone and saw you had a few texts from Sebastian. He was on his way home and you knew you needed to leave before he arrived. He didn’t need someone like you dragging him down with their insecurities.

Grabbing your suitcase out of your walk-in closet, you cried as you packed your things. You stuffed your clothes in and fumbled with the zipper, finally zipping it up. Your thoughts were so loud, you couldn’t hear the door open and the footsteps climbing up the staircase.

Just as you picked your suitcase off the bed, you turned to see Sebastian walk into the door, his eyes on his phone. 

“Babe? I was thinking we could go out to-” His eyes lifted and his smile faded as he took in your appearance. Your eyes were watery, cheeks wet, and your shoulders were slumped. His heart sank at the sight of your suitcase in your hand. His breathing picked up and he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Y/N.” He gulped, feeling a lump form in his throat. He rushed over to you and dropped his phone on the bed before grasping your face in his large hands. “What’s wrong? Wh-why are you holding your suitcase?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, his blue eyes forming their own worried tears.

You could feel his fingertips tremble against your skin as you pulled out of his hold. “I need to go.” You managed to choke out, brushing past him. “No! Please, Y/N, tell me!” He desperately grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your suitcase out of your hand. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, sinking into yourself, avoiding his heartbroken stare. “Sebastian, I’m not…I don’t feel good enough for you. I’m sorry, I-I can’t look how you want me to.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his shoes. He set the suitcase down and walked over to you, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Your eyes closed at the movement and you sighed. “It’s stupid, I just..” Sebastian lightly shushed you, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “Y/N, you have no idea how beautiful you are. I love everything about you, don’t you know that?” He questioned, a small tear falling from his eye.

He pulled you in for a hug as soon as he saw your face contort with emotions. He walked you over to the mirror standing up near the window and turned you around to face it. You felt his hands rest on your hips and you looked away, not wanting to look at yourself. 

“Y/N, please.” He urged quietly, letting his hands move underneath your shirt. You kept your arms at your sides while you watched the material lift upward, resting just underneath the band of your bra. Sebastian’s left hand rubbed against your skin and goosebumps rose instantly. 

“I love your tummy. One day, it’ll hold a precious child-our child.” A small smile formed on his lips as you looked up at his reflection. You felt your tummy flip from butterflies breaking out of their cage, fluttering their wings and floating around. 

You let him pull your shirt over your head and he grasped your wrists when you held your arms over your chest. “Don’t hide from me, beautiful.” His breath was warm against your ear and you nodded gently, allowing him to pull your arms away. 

Sebastian’s hands followed your figure against your sides, his hands coming up to your breasts, ghosting his fingertips along the plump flesh. “I don’t even need to say anything.” He smirked, pulling a small watery laugh from you, causing some of the heaviness in the air to disappear. 

His eyes met yours in the mirror as his hands traveled to the button of your jeans. He slowly pulled them down after unzipping them, and you looked at your thighs with disgust. Sebastian noticed but continued.

A nervous sigh fell from your lips, scared that he’d suddenly see the horrible flaws you’ve always seen, but it never came. He pressed loving kisses down your back, letting his tongue poke out every so often. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, then all the way down to your ankles, helping you step out of your pants.

Your cheeks burned as you felt him press kisses all along your panty clothed ass, the stubble of his beard scratching you lightly. “Everything,” you felt his hand slip between your thighs, just barely ghosting against your private area-nearly pulling a gasp from you, “absolutely everything,” he rose to his feet slowly, dragging his hands upward as he went, “I mean, everything about you is absolutely beautiful.” His lips kissed along your shoulder.

The sun peeked in through the curtains, casting a gorgeous glow on your skin. It caught you by surprise as you saw yourself in an almost new light. “Look at how radiant you are, princess.” Sebastian mumbled, not even believing his eyes as he looked at his girl glowing like an angel right before him.

Your emotions got the better of you as you turned in his hold, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him. He let his eyes travel along your body from behind, blown away at just how amazing you were inside and out; he knew he found his soulmate.

“Y/N, don’t apologize. Just remember that you’re more than enough for me. Hell, I’m in love with you, baby doll.” He said, holding you even tighter. Your heart swelled in your chest and you pressed kisses against his shirt. “I love you so much.” Sebastian smiled and lifted your head up by your chin with his finger, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“And I love you.”

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Protect Your Own

A little Steve Harrington x reader Drabble based on this request!: “Can you write a fanfiction where the reader is a part of the party and is Billy’s biological sister. One day Billy shows up in a really bad mood to come get Max and the reader and gets pretty violent, so Steve protects them.”
A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be a romantic Steve x reader and still have her be in middle school? So I changed the reader’s age and have her not in the party, instead she’s a junior in high school- hope that’s okay!
warnings: swearing, angst, physical fights, billy’s an ASSHOLE
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The distant rumble of gravel and revving of an engine could only mean one thing, and when you saw his car pull into the driveway it was confirmed: Billy was here. He must have been looking for you and Max, for some reason, and now it only meant trouble. 

He’d already told the two of you to stay away from ‘those boys’, aka a group of middle schoolers Max liked to hangout with and your Steve. So, if he caught you with all of them late at night……well, you knew what was going to happen. 

Being as you were his biological sister and not Max, you’d get the blunt of his treachery. But that was okay, you’d always felt a certain need to protect her anyways. 

So, when you heard a loud bang on the door, you instinctively shoved her out of harms way, “Max, get behind me.” 

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” She protested, struggling to see who was at the door. But you just shushed her and looked towards Steve, “That’s Billy, Steve you have to leave. All of you have to leave.” 

At the mention of his name, you felt Max still and saw her face drain of color, “Listen to her.” She whispered. 

“What are you talking about?” Steve took a step towards you, but it was too late. You didn’t have time to respond before Billy had burst through the door, wild eyed with a cigarette between his lips, and shouted, “Well, well, well! Look who I’ve mother-fucking found!”  

“You four, go into the other room now!” You shouted at the younger kids- Dusty, Mike, Max, and  Lucas- who quickly shuffled out of sight. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” You turned to the sound of Billy’s voice, and found Steve crumpled below him, nearly passed out and bleeding, “You disobeyed me. I told you specifically not to hang out with this guy anymore, and where do I find you late at night? Fucking him like some whore.” He kicked Steve, who just groaned and clutched his stomach.

“Billy what have you done?!” 

And you know what happens when you disobey me…..” He hovered a full foot taller than you, leaving barely an inch of room between your faces before shouting, “I BREAK THINGS”

You actually whimpered, covering your face with your hands and preparing yourself for whatever was about to come next…… but nothing did. 

Peering through your fingers, you saw Steve. 

He was mounted on top of Billy, hitting him over and over while shouting, “You! Leave! Her! Alone!” 

You just stood there in shock, never in your 17 years on this earth had you seen someone stand up to your brother. Not like this, anyways. 

Steve had always been level headed, calm and collected- even when the two of you fought a god damn demidog- but this was something else entirely. He punched your brother square in the face until his knuckles were bleeding, and Billy was passed out below him. 

Then, minutes later, Steve heaved a breath, and went to whisper something in Billy’s ear, “You touch her, or Max, ever again….. and I swear to god you’re dead. You’re fucking dead.” 

You just stood there frozen, eyes darting between Steve and your brother in shock, “H-he’s going to kill me- why didn’t you just let him hit me, Steve?!” 

“Because, (Y/N), I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I’d let that happen.” He took a step towards you, almost hesitantly, “He’s never going to touch you again. Either of you.” He nodded towards Max, who was clutching onto Lucas with tears shining in her eyes. 

“I love you, Steve Harrington.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he whispered back, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, (Y/N).”

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Part four of the Halloween AU.

Tony doesn’t call. They don’t call Tony. Tony continues to show up to the diner once a month though so they figure everything’s going alright.

And then suddenly there’s a scream and then hissing from the dining room and Steve nearly flings his spatula across the kitchen in surprise. Then he’s just mad. God damn it. Why. It had been such a good start to the night.

It occurs to Steve after he walks into the dining room that Natasha had never actually met Tony, and that might not have been by accident. Seeing Natasha bristled and ready to strike as Tony bares his fangs at her kind of cinches it for him—either by Natasha or Tony, it had been by design that they had never been in the diner at the same time. They both do that terrifying hissing sound again and Steve notices Bucky backed up against a booth by one of Natasha’s long, spindly legs. Steve has literally never had less time for supernatural bullshit so he takes the spray bottle of water from under the counter and squirts both Natasha and Tony in the face with it. “Cut it out!”

Steve wishes that he’d had his camera because Natasha’s mouth has opened into a hilarious little ‘o’ of surprise and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Tony look so offended in his life.

“Was that really worth it?” Bucky asks as he uses a special saw on the end of a broom handle to cut Steve down from the ceiling. “Yes,” Steve replies, because even if Natasha had angrily stuck him to the ceiling and flounced out, and Tony had hissed ‘serves you right’ and flounced out after her, it was worth it to see their faces immediately after spraying them. It had also had the added bonus of showing the other supernatural creatures that he was 1) not fucking around about them being civil in his diner and 2) crazy enough to enforce his rules if he was willing to spray both an ancient vampire and a daughter of Arachne in the face with water. They might have thought he was a little suicidal, but… whatever. He’d gotten what he wanted, which was Tony and Natasha to stop fighting.

It works out. Natasha and Tony can be in the diner at the same time without trying to kill each other now. There’s a chilliness between them but whatever; there’s a chilliness between ghouls and specters too. Steve’s pretty sure that, because of this, there’s no one more surprised than Steve when a human comes in to make a pass at Tony and Natasha clocks him so hard that he goes sliding across the floor, knocked out cold. Tony still has his fingers in his mouth from when he’d been licking them clean of grease from his burger. He doesn’t move to take them out as he stares at Natasha. “What,” he says around his fingers. Natasha reaches toward him, one pair of hands holding his shoulders, the other pair going higher to pinch his cheeks. “You precious idiot,” she says affectionately. “If anyone wants to harm you they will have to go through me.” “What,” Tony says again, but she just gently shushes him.

She frightens me, is the first text Steve ever gets from Tony, followed quickly by a selfie taken by Natasha with Tony’s phone where she has two arms wrapped around him and is clutching him to her side, captioned I’m a fucking delight. Tony looks bewildered. Steve saves the picture.

Pepper comes into the diner while Natasha is there. The occupants of the diner all freeze, but relax when she approaches Natasha and Tony instead of anyone else. Pepper gives Natasha an appraising look before saying, “If you hurt Tony, what I do to you will be worse than what the gods did to your ancestor.” Natasha turns to blink all of her eyes at Pepper slowly. “Doubtful,” she says finally. “And my suffering is none of your fucking business.” “Honestly, how does Tony find you people,” Pepper sighs in exasperation. “Trust Tony to find literally everyone who isn’t properly terrified of me.” “Steve’s properly terrified of you,” Bucky points out, then winces when a spatula bounces off the back of his head. “Ow!”

Then, weeks later, Steve gets a series of texts from Tony, lots of letters and numbers that mean a whole lot of nothing before ending with an ominous help. He rouses Bucky from a nap on the couch as he struggles to step into his pants while he calls Tony. “What? What’s wrong?!” he asks frantically when there’s the click of the line being picked up. “I don’t—I don’t know where I am?” Tony’s voice says, quivering with fear. “I don’t know where I am. Everything’s different and—help. Please help me.” Steve puts Tony on speaker and he and Bucky get Tony to describe his surroundings. It’s kind of heartbreaking when he tells them what he sees and then in a smaller, more confused voice whispers, “But there should be a deli here. A deli and a Laundromat and a newspaper stand. Where did they go? I just wanted some pastrami.”

The deli he’d been looking for hasn’t existed for forty years.

“But it was just there,” Tony insists as they gently lead him toward a cab. “Just the other day, it was there, not these—these—” He motions helplessly at the string of shops, none of which sell food. “…It was just there.” Tony is very old, they remind themselves. Ancient even, maybe. Time must look so different for him, when he’s seen so much of it, will see so much more. “C’mon, Tony,” Steve says gently, and Tony wilts and allows himself to be eased into the cab. They’re afraid to ask him where he lives (what if he doesn’t remember? Will that just upset him more?) so they take him to their apartment instead after asking if it’s okay.

“Sorry about the mess,” Steve says instinctively as they enter the apartment. Tony looks around and then looks back at Steve. “There’s a single sock half-shoved under the couch.” “I was raised Irish Catholic,” Steve blurts out. Tony’s expression tells him that he has no idea what that had to do with anything. “Mrs. Rogers kept a… neat house,” Bucky offers after some thought. “Was that your wife?” Tony asks. “My Ma,” Steve cuts in, blushing, as Bucky begins to laugh. “Do I look old enough to have had a wife?!” Tony raises his eyebrows but says nothing, instead taking a seat on the couch, placing his hands in his lap and looking around curiously. Steve picks up the sock and flings it at Bucky’s head because it’s one of his. “You wanna watch shitty vampire movies?” Bucky asks, reaching up to grab the sock and then rub it in Steve’s face. Tony’s ‘okay’ can barely be heard over Steve yelling.

“Unrealistic,” Tony sneers, looking incredibly offended. “I have never in my life said ‘blah’ except to mock people who talk too much.” Steve snorts soda out his nose trying not to laugh.