always use your head

experimental error (pt. 2)

pt. 1

→pairing: taehyung | reader

→genre: best friend au | smut

→word count: 6,002

The next time you saw Taehyung, things were not the same.

Maybe it was just you being weird—god, why did you have to be so awkward?—but every time you made eye contact, even when you were with a group of friends, all you could do was picture the way he had been staring at you, his intense, lust-filled gaze locking with yours as he rocked into your frame, leaning his forehead against yours and never, ever breaking the eye contact that had played a crucial role in sending you over the edge. The memory would hit you all at once, and suddenly you would be unable to look at him again for the rest of the day.

If he was feeling anything even remotely similar to what you were, he definitely didn’t show it. He continued to talk to you as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking like you usually did until eventually you would get annoyed. Why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?! you wanted to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. After all, you had told him from the very beginning that you wouldn’t make things weird. He was the one who didn’t want to do this, and you convinced him; you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just one huge, irreversible mistake.

But then you reminded yourself of why you wanted to do this in the first place: you had only had sex twice with two different guys before Taehyung, and both times were completely miserable. You couldn’t figure out how sex was supposed to be fun; you’re just laying there getting a dick shoved into you, no? But then you realized, maybe the problem was you. How was one supposed to be “good at sex”; isn’t it all just the same thing? How is one person better in bed than another? And it was these simple questions that sparked fear into your brain, starting off as a flickering flame and soon growing into a giant forest fire of worry and self-doubt. You needed answers, needed to find out the truth before the next guy you seriously liked came along; you didn’t want to mess up any future relationships by being boring between the sheets.

So that’s what prompted you to keep your mouth shut. That’s what prompted you to swallow whatever doubts you were having about this and go over to Taehyung’s again, knowing exactly what your time together would entail. You were ready for your second lesson.

“Okay, so I bought a few things for us to talk about.”

As soon as you walked into Taehyung’s room he immediately sat you down on the bed and pulled out an array of objects, anywhere from lube to anal beads, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What?” Tae frowned, obviously not receiving the reaction he expected.

“What is all of this?” You were still laughing, but when you looked up and realized that he wasn’t smiling, you quickly tried to hide your amusement with stifled grins.

“They’re sex toys!” He whined defensively. “Like look, here’s a dildo, and oh—here’s a cock ring.”

“A cock ring?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna wear a cock ring?”

Taehyung looked down at the object before seeming to contemplate it in his mind. “Well, these are more for educational purposes—to show you what’s out there rather than for personal use.” He quickly placed it back down.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I already know what’s out there, Tae. I don’t live under a rock.”

“Yeah, well toys are important during sex, so we’re discussing them,” he sighed with a plop on the bed. “Now this is an ovipositor. It deposits little alien eggs–”

“Wait, a what?” You leaned away, staring at the phallic-shaped tube incredulously.

“An ovipositor, pay attention.” He rolled his eyes with a huff. “It deposits these little gelatin eggs inside of you, and it’s meant to replicate the feeling of being impregnated by an alien!”

You stared back at him, shocked into silence, mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. “Tae, what the fuck are you into?!”

“I found it on this forum,” he quickly waved off your question before reaching over to his nightstand. “Here, this is one of the gelatin eggs–”

As soon as he dropped the slick, goopy, yellow ball resembling the shape of an egg in your hand, you immediately screamed and let it fall to the floor.

“Y/N! You’re supposed to keep those clean!”

“What the fuck Tae!” You yelled, wide eyes looking from the alien sex toy to your best friend and then back again. “How does that thing even work?!”

“There’s a hole at both ends,” Taehyung explained as calmly as one would discuss the weather, leaning in so he could show you the blue phallic tube. “See, this is where you insert the eggs one by one, and then that forces them up and out the top!”

You continued staring with a look of disgust on your face. “You’re really sick, you know that?”

“I thought you said you already knew what’s out there!” Tae countered defensively as you got up.

“Not being impregnated by an alien!” You whipped around to look at him again. “Who the fuck has heard of that?!”

He simply shrugged. “Guess you’re not as kinky as you thought.”

You shook your head as you looked down at the forgotten egg on the floor, debating on leaving if your problem was just going to be made fun of like this. “You know, Tae, this isn’t a joke to me. I put myself out there and came to you because I seriously–”

“Oh my god, we’re not using them!” He groaned with a roll of his eyes. “I just got it because I thought it’d be funny to show you! There’s an actual reason for all of this; here, come sit down.”

He was patting the spot next to him that you’d just gotten up from, blinking his eyes innocently and smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen—one he always used to get what he wanted.

You crossed your arms and shook your head, this time in disbelief that you were actually entertaining one of his antics as you took your spot back on the bed, careful to avoid the alien dick as you did.

“Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” Taehyung glared at you, “sex toys are what makes a relationship fun and exciting, and can set apart the wild in bed from the snoozers. The kinkier, the better.” He held up the ovipositor with a wriggle of his brows.

You pressed your palm to your face, silently asking yourself why he was the one out of all your friends who you chose for these lessons.

“These are anal beads.” He held up the long string of black balls on his finger. “They can be used to–”

“No way, nuh uh,” you waved both hands at him, quickly shaking your head. “We’re not doing any butt stuff.”

He seemed surprisingly caught off guard by this. “Are you sure? Anal is a given way to make any sex life better.”

“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. No anal.”

The boy just shrugged before putting them down, this time picking up a small, thin, metallic looking object. “Now this is a Prince’s Wand, and it gets inserted into the male's–”

“Okay, you know what? I think I’m good on sex toys,” you immediately jumped up, lifting the objects in your arms and shoving them back into the drawer of his nightstand. “Why don’t we move onto the next part of the lesson?”

Taehyung looked offended at first before his eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay! The next part is sex positions.”

You nearly resisted the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.

45 minutes and 22 positions later, you were currently laying on the bed, your head and shoulders flat against the mattress while the rest of your body was up in the air, your legs bent so far back that they were touching the pillow behind you.

“I don’t really see how I’m supposed to… move in this position,” you called to Tae who was kneeling in front of you, attempting to move your hips which just made your body rock back and forth like the ball that it was shaped into.

“No, that’s my job,” your friend informed you, grabbing onto the back of your thighs which were pointed right at his face. “I move you up and down with the pace of my thrusts; see, you just roll a little! That’s why it’s called the butter churner.”

You glared up at him as he mimicked the movements. “I don’t see how this could at all be sexually pleasing,” you frowned as you put your legs back down and emerged from your ball. “It just seems like it would hurt my neck.”

“Well maybe, but what’s life without living on the edge a little?” He smirked before nudging you playfully.

You didn’t nudge back. “Do people actually do these sex positions?” You rested your elbow on your knee with a sigh. “The only ones I know of are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl… all these others seem like ones that old people would use if they were scrambling to keep their marriage alive.”

He barked out a laugh before answering your question. “Not really, no. Not unless the sex is so bad that you need to start looking up new positions.”

You chuckled before growing silent. “Sex with me isn’t that bad… right?” You bit your lip and looked up at him with worried eyes.

“No!” Taehyung’s booming laughter filled the room as he hit your arm for good measure. “I’m talking about people who don’t move and basically act like they’re dead. No one wants that… unless necrophilia is your thing.”

“Gross!” You hit his arm back with a laugh, the sounds of amusement fading naturally into silence.

Tae looked at you before holding out his hand. “Come on, enough fooling around. Let’s get to the action, shall we?”

You felt your stomach roll as you took his outstretched hand, not sure of where he was going with this until he suddenly sat up against the bed frame and pulled you on top of him.

“O–oh.” Your eyes went wide at the abrupt action before grabbing onto his shoulders and adjusting your position on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his waist and your back straight so that you were straddling him.

Taehyung didn’t notice your awkward movements, or if he did, he didn’t say anything, because soon his lips were on yours and he was kissing you in a way that had all of the air whooshing from your lungs.

You nearly resisted the urge to push him away—you hadn’t been expecting that, the action still so foreign and unfamiliar to you with your best friend—but it didn’t take long for him to refresh your memory on why you went as far as you did with him last week.

Kissing Tae wasn’t the worst experience, you could say.

You were quick to recover from your initial surprise and started moving your lips back against his, his touch and taste slowly coming back to memory after you’d all but shoved the thoughts from your mind in an effort to suppress them. Though at the moment, you couldn’t begin to remember why—not when he already had your lungs gasping for breath and his hands climbing beneath your shirt.

His fervor was just another thing that came as a surprise to you compared to his timid attitude at the beginning of your last session, though you knew it really shouldn’t have; this was Taehyung you were talking about. He could befriend a total stranger in .25 seconds, much less work up the courage to seduce his best friend.

His enthusiasm did wonders to encourage you, though. Already you could feel your hesitation waning and your hunger growing as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to tangle in the soft locks of his matted hair, already tousled on his head from the extensive workout of sex positions (aka trying to figure out which limb went where) that he just put you through.

A few wandering hands, battling tongues and heavy breaths later, it wasn’t long until you felt them: his bucking hips, which contained the one thing that played an essential role in this arrangement in the first place, and it was pressing between your legs with each motion until you suddenly couldn’t take it any longer.

“If I wanted a lesson on making out, I would’ve just asked Jimin,” you abruptly pulled away to bark in an impatient tone; this was your unconventional way of telling him to hurry up, apparently.

Taehyung’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his lips were red from the pressure that he used to kiss you, and his eyebrows were knitting together in confusion at your departure before he was suddenly rolling his eyes.

“God, you sure know how to ruin the mood.”

His words came out as a grumble though you could sense there was no true malice or hard feelings behind them. He quickly tore your shirt over your head which was then accompanied by your bra, and you almost made a remark about the speed at which he was moving but you bit your tongue. You had asked for this, after all.

“Get on your back.” His voice was firm now, more of an order than the playful whine that he would usually speak with, and so you had no other choice but to gulp down your protests and do as he said.

As soon as you were against the mattress and left exposed from the waist up with nothing but your nerves driving you forward, Tae’s fingers were on your zipper. “Do you mind if I take these off?” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his expression as he started undoing the button of your pants without waiting for an answer.

Your breath stayed lodged in your throat as you watched him, unable to make any movement from your spot against the mattress as he eased your legs out of their confinement. It was only with the realization that you had forgotten which pair of underwear you put on today that you lifted your head to look down out of curiosity.

“Oh my god,” you groaned out loud when you saw them, completely mortified as you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed your head back against the pillow with a sigh of defeat.

“Frozen?” Taehyung stated in disbelief, staring down at your panties before looking up at you with wide eyes. “You have Frozen underwear?”

“I bought them when I was a little kid!” You groaned again, covering up your face with your hands and silently reprimanding yourself. You couldn’t believe today was the day you chose to wear these.

“Um, Frozen didn’t come out that long ago…”

“Shut up!” You shouted in exasperation before sitting up. “You’re ruining the mood!”

Me? You’re the one wearing Frozen underwear!” He shot back while trying to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment that inflamed your face as you fell back against the bed.

“Jeez, Y/N. Why can’t you just let it go,” Taehyung said, and this time he was unable to hold back as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

You groaned louder to drown him out. “I hate you,” you grumbled, fighting the smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared off into the distance.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you cockily.

Oh no. You knew that look.

You quickly sat up and opened your mouth to protest when you suddenly felt a long, slender finger being pressed against the center of your clothed slit.

You instantly fell back against the mattress as a shudder ran straight through you. “Tae!” You scolded, gritting your teeth at him. The little shit.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked innocently, peering down at you with an unsuspecting smile as he pressed his finger against you harder. “You were saying something?”

“I–” You fought to get your words out, but you couldn’t speak between the heavy breaths of air that escaped you as you felt him start to massage small, tight circles around your clit. “I–”

“You—you what?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your writhing frame. “You hate me?” In one swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his cool finger against your now dripping wet core.

“Ah!” You moaned out, throwing your head back and arching your back as he found direct contact with your exposed clit.

“It sure doesn’t sound like you hate me,” he said, tauntingly swirling within your wetness and dragging mewls of desire from your throat. “It sounds like you like what I’m doing to you. Is that right?”

He kept dancing around your entrance, teasingly starting to dip his finger inside only to quickly pull it away again. You started to shake your head no, if only to withhold the satisfaction from him, but at this point your lust outweighed your pride.

“Please,” you whimpered.

His eyes sparkled even brighter at your plea, instantly shooting forward to hover over your body as his fingers lingered over where you wanted him the most, his face now inches from yours and studying your expressions closely.

“You have to say…” He paused, sticking out his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything.”

“What?” You cried out before harshly jerking away from him. “No!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He raised both his eyebrows, peering down at you innocently as his fingers suddenly tore through your walls and entered inside of you.

Your mouth fell open into a frozen gasp, rendered completely speechless as he hooked his index finger before dragging it back out. A deep shudder ran through you as you watched him bring the finger up to his mouth before sucking it clean of your juices.

“You taste so good,” he marveled, eyeing you under heavy lids as he licked a stripe up his finger one more time with his enticingly pink tongue. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

You were panting heavily now, but this time it was solely from the intoxicatingly lustful gaze he was giving you. “Tae, pl–”

“Ah ah,” he interrupted, shaking his head at you with a grin. “You know the magic words.”

You swear to god when this is over, you’re going to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything!” You cried out desperately, and then the air was whooshing from your lungs as you felt his finger finally enter you again. “Oh my god,” you moaned in pleasure, gaping at the pure ecstasy that took over your body.

Taehyung watched you closely, his mouth in an open-smile and his eyes drinking up every single one of your reactions. It was only when you felt him pull away did you open your mouth to bark out a protest, but to your delight, you realized that he was just properly removing your Frozen underwear (which thankfully was not brought up to ruin the mood again) before returning to pleasuring you.

“More Tae,” you whimpered, completely tossing your pride aside as you all but begged for him. He was definitely going to give you shit for this later. “I need more.”

“Oh?” Taehyung simply cocked his head before obeying your words and inserting a second finger through your walls. “Already ready to be stretched out for my huge cock, huh?”

“God, would it kill you to not be a cocky prick for two seconds?” You couldn’t help but snap.

“With the way you’re moaning my name like that, yes, it really would.” There was a dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he said this, and it took everything in you not to rip his fingers out of you and shove them up his own ass. You might’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for the immense pleasure that was coursing through your veins and clouding your senses right now.

“I–I don’t s–see what your fucking problem i–is,” you barely managed to get out through the constant pumping of his digits.

“Why can’t you just stop being mean to me and enjoy the pleasure?” He groaned out. “God, it’s almost like you don’t want to feel good.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to berate him some more, but suddenly he was inserting a third finger through your walls and all logical thought was instantaneously wiped from your mind.

“Oh fuck Tae!” You cried out, head thrown back and back arched as you basked in the onslaught of the sudden overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. “Fuck, too much, too much!”

“Too much?” He repeated in confusion before pulling his fingers out and staring at the width of the three of them put together. “But my dick is way bigger than this!”

And?” You screeched. “We had sex one time, it’s not like my vagina is going to magically morph to your size!”

“The vagina is a muscle that contracts and forms around what’s inserted inside of it!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Where’s that damn cock ring?!

“Okay, okay, no need to be rash,” Taehyung was quick to calm you down, the fear evident in his eyes as he raised his hands in a settling manner. “Just… come here. Are you ready to fuck? We can fuck now. You can be on top if you want since I was last time.”

Your friend’s sudden cooperative attitude had your nerves calming a bit. There was even a hint of a smile on your face as you raised to your knees, able to feel the wetness sliding between your slick folds as you waited for Taehyung to take your spot on the bed so that you could climb on top.

“This is good variety,” he commented idly while you were busy straddling him. “Should we try one of the positions we tested earlier?”

The frightening memories of sex positions ranging anywhere from “downward dog” to “king cobra” flashed through your mind—images that you were sure were going to haunt your dreams for weeks. “No, that’s okay,” you quickly reassured him. “Let’s just stick to conventional methods for now since they’re the most common ones that I’ll most likely be doing with other guys.”

Taehyung stalled at your words for a moment before seeming to snap back into it and steadying your hips with his hands. “Do you got it?” He asked as you fiddled with his member outside your entrance. “Fuck I’m so hard right now… I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You suppressed the shiver that ran down your spine at his words and forced yourself from not jumping him right then and there. “Wait! Did you get condoms this time while you were out purchasing your weird sex toys?”

Taehyung’s lips formed into a small ‘o’ before he was sitting up and leaning over to the top drawer of his nightstand.

You shuttered when you caught a glimpse of the ominous ovipositor peeking out at you. “Seriously, how much did you even pay for that thing?” You were scoffing before you could keep your mouth shut. “Did you really get it just to show to me, or do you have plans of actually using it one day?”

Your friend only glanced back at you with a wriggle of his eyebrows and a creepy smirk on his lips. “Why, do you want to try it out?”

“No!” You nearly screeched.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he put his hands up in mock defense and shrugged. “You know, you’re coming off as a real kink shamer right now, Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to have alien eggs deposited into my vagina?!”

Tae simply shrugged again before shutting the drawer—thankfully without the ovipositor—and ripping open the small condom packet. “Here, put it on for me would ya?”

You were too impatient to argue as you quickly snatched the rubber from his hands, not wasting any time in coaxing it on with your fingers before proceeding to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, knowing that the foreplay already left you with more than enough wetness to take him with ease.

“Fuck,” you cried out in a long, drawn out voice as a spike of pain shot throughout your lower region. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” You heard Taehyung ask, and if it wasn’t for the surprise that filled you when something cocky wasn’t the first thing that flew from his lips after your reaction, then you wouldn’t have opened your eyes to see him staring up at you in concern, almost all traces of pleasure erased from his features as he put your wellbeing first.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you inhaled sharply through your nose before exhaling a deep breath. “It just… took me by surprise is all.”


Caring and apologetic? Who was this new Taehyung?

“–I can’t help that my dick is so huge.”

And there he was.

You chose to ignore his arrogance by shooting him a glare before going back to closing your eyes, your head tilted back and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you slowly started to sink lower on his length. The effects were almost immediate; once you sat down on his hips with him buried to the hilt, both of you let out a simultaneous groan.

“God you feel so good,” Tae moaned, unable to stop himself from giving a small buck of his hips up into your heat. “How is it that neither guy liked having sex with you before?”

“I didn’t say they didn’t like having sex with me!” You scoffed in disbelief while experimentally swiveling your hips, suddenly fearful that he misinterpreted your whole purpose for asking this arrangement of him in the first place. “I said the sex wasn’t good for me! I just wanted to make sure I’m not the problem!”

“I can tell you right now, you’re fucking not the problem,” Taehyung let out a small, dark chuckle of disbelief as he tightened his grip and rutted his hips up a bit harder into yours, the action causing you to gain extra height as you bounced on his dick.

“Shit, Tae,” you didn’t even have time to question his words as you were suddenly doubling over in pleasure, the upper half of your body bending at the waist and collapsing onto his chest as you let his thrusting hips take over and send your body to the seventh heaven; if you weren’t religious before, you definitely were now. “Shit, right there, don’t stop!”

Taehyung grunted as he followed your commands, each snap of his hips causing his dick to hit a spot deep inside of you that felt so glorious, so deliciously sweet, that you found yourself screaming out his name like a mantra on repeat. You were enjoying sex more than you ever had in your entire life—which albeit wasn’t saying much, but hell, it was still something.

“I love hearing you,” he groaned with a devilish grin at the sheer audacity of the pleasure that was overpowering him. “Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Answer me, Y/N.”

Yes, yes I fucking love it,” you cried back as you clung to his chest for dear life, scratches and bite marks sure to be left on his skin from where you tried to hold yourself together, if only for your sheer sanity. “God Tae, don’t stop, it feels so fucking good!”

“Good–ah!–good girl.” His praise was interrupted by an involuntary clench of your walls, one that usually happened when you were either close to cumming or trying to coax them to their climax so it could be over with as soon as possible; this time, it just so happened to be the former.

“Taehyung… I’m…” you were barely able to get the words out between the heavy breaths that labored your chest and moans that spilled from your lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His tone was rhetorical, almost patronizing, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn, what with the way the sweat was plastered to your forehead and your knees shook every time you tried to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock.

So all you could do was meekly nod, your face buried in his neck and your fingernails digging into his caramel skin while your best friend completely obliterated what was left of your sanity and your pussy.

“Oh my god, Taehyung–!” There was a flash of electrifying white light until there was suddenly nothing at all, your vision going momentarily blind as your earth shattering orgasm took over your body and sky rocketed your soul into a different dimension that not even you could comprehend. It took a few moments to realize that his thumb was on your clit, still vibrating away while you rode out the aftereffects of your euphoric high.

“Holy shit you’re tightening around me so fucking much.” Taehyung was a mess of mewls and moans that finally registered through your ears when you came back to reality. “I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

“Then let go.” You were panting, almost exhausted at this point from the whirlwind of bliss that your body just put you through, though that didn’t stop you from gritting your teeth and pressing your hands against his chest while you bounced your hips up and down on his length, each slap of your ass against his skin filling the room with lewd noises that you’re sure it never expected to hear coming from the two best friends that had spent years upon years of their childhood playing within its walls.

“Cum for me, Tae.”

That was all it took; one breathy command of your voice, and he was instantly melting like putty beneath your body.

Gasps of ah! and Y/N! tumbled from his lips like a never ending waterfall of ecstasy, each one shooting straight into your core as you felt his dick pulsate within you. There were sudden pauses from hot cum spilling into the covering of the condom that caused his hips to stutter, movement ceasing from every bone in his body before he was suddenly coming back to reality and gently pulling out of you.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung was rolling onto his back with a laugh and tugging the rubber off. “Next time I wanna try out the vibrator I bought. Oh, and one of the sex positions!”

You were gaping like a fish out of water as you scrambled to keep up with his words, not even having a second to process things before he was already talking about your next session. “O–oh, okay.” You were nodding your head and sitting up as well to grab your clothes. “So was I good, then? Any pointers?”

“You were fucking amaz–” Taehyung cut himself off as he realized what he was saying before his entire demeanor changed, a scoff that was obviously a facade falling from his lips as he nonchalantly shrugged. “I mean, you were alright, I guess. We’re definitely gonna have to practice again though to fix some more things.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you playfully swatted him before pulling on your underwear and bra. “Where’s my shorts?” You blurted out in amusement once you realized that he must’ve chucked them somewhere in the midst of your heated exchange.

After a few minutes of both of you searching the bedroom high and low, Tae finally found them abandoned beneath the skirt of the bed. “Sorry,” he chuckled as he held his own tshirt in his hands. “I’ll try to remember to throw it somewhere easily accessible next time.”

The sound of his laughter was bright and jubilant as the warm glow of the sunlight that was streaming in from the window behind him illuminated his skin, framing the outline of his body like a halo and shadowing the facial structure of his handsome–

Whoa. Handsome?

You had never called Taehyung handsome before. You always knew that he was, in an objective sort of way—but you had never viewed him like that personally.

And you still didn’t.

You quickly shook away your thoughts before refocusing back on your best friend. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to end up leaving here wearing your clothes. Nothing screams I just had sex more than that.”

“What, are you embarrassed of me?” He raised his eyebrow accusingly as if daring you to say yes, and though his actions were light and playful, you still couldn’t help but frown at this.

“Wait… you aren’t telling people about our arrangement, are you?”

“Not yet,” Taehyung answered. “I was gonna tell some of the guys but–”

“Please don’t.” You we’re blurting out before you could stop yourself. “The last thing I want is for people to find out I had to come to my best friend for sex advice. Especially Jimin. Can we just… keep this to ourselves?”

There was a slight pause while he frowned. “Why Jimin?” He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.

You almost tutted in disbelief. “Tae, you know that I like Jimin. Why are you acting like this is new news?”

You friend blinked at you as he processed this information. “Why didn’t you just go to him for sex advice, then?”

“And have him never speak to me again because I’m terrible in bed and ruined our friendship? No thanks!”

“Oh, so you were okay with potentially ruining ours, then.” His words were more of a statement than a question as he crossed his arms and glared at you.

“What? No, I knew something like this wouldn’t ruin ours because you’re my best fucking friend, Tae.” Your expression softened as you took a step closer to him and held out your pinky finger. “Since we were five years old for life.”

The was a moment of silence as tension hung in the room while you waited for him to accept your gesture of friendship, though it wasn’t long before a tut fell from his lips and rang through the air. “Five years old for life,” he repeated, and then he was hooking his finger around yours and interlocking your pinkys, savoring this moment between you that embodied nothing but the strength of your bond and purity of your friendship.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever said after sex,” he commented idly while the two of you continued getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Maybe your deal with Taehyung wasn’t going to turn out to be such a mistake after all.

Let us pray for the foxes sleeping in your knees.
May you always know when to run.

Let us pray for your head hitting the pillow, for your mouth when it whispers
“Enough. Enough of that now.”

O, pain.
O, it is no small thing, with its chariots and its kingdoms built on the backs of the suffering.
May you walk straight again in the free land.

When the light comes,
may you wear the morning well.
May you always keep part of it in your hands.

Let us pray for the courage roaring
in your colosseum chest,
that it stays hungry and that it wins.

Let us pray.
For your blessed bones.
For your sacred hands.
May you learn to love what is holy in you.
May you learn to love what is not.

To the ones that have not loved you like you deserve,
may you forget their names.
May you remember your own, always.
Amen. Amen.
—  Caitlyn Siehl, A Prayer

Fic Recs: You Show Me Yours by endingthemes:(~11k)

When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.

As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times

You and I, 你和我

Originally posted by sebaeked

→ Reader x Baekhyun

→ Fluffy, a little angsty, smutty, friends-to-lovers vampire AU

→ Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and rape. Smut.

Word count: 4,9K

Legend has it that there were six original families of vampires, whom all now living vampires originate from; the family of Kim is the most common kind with a normal thirst for blood. The family of Byun who exclusively drinks animal blood. The family of Zhang, who’s thirst for blood is humongous and almost unquenchable. The family of Do, a family who very rarely needs to feed. The family of Park is a kind that doesn’t limit their diet to only blood, but very often eats the organs and skin of the human they’re draining as well.

And so far, the mentioned families only have one difference: the diet. But the last family, the small family of Hūn Náo, is described as passionate, turbulent, restless and violent when their thirst is awakened. Hūn Náos have stronger senses and reflexes than the other kinds and their diet is limited to “bad blood”: the blood of extreme sinners. Because of their nature when exposed to the scent of the rare bad blood, the Hūn Náos became a feared kind, and further on, the kind turned shy and held back to avoid keeping the negative label. 

As a Hūn Náo, you always used to turn heads with your strong and sassy personality, and maybe it was exactly that which attracted Byun Baekhyun to you?

It was odd, you and everyone knew it - no, forget that; everyone would have thought so if they knew.

Yet, somehow it had come to be. Your relationship with Baekhyun, that is.

One day, as you were walking down the hallway of the school building, your whole body itching to return to your dorm, rip off your bra and exchange the short checkered skirt for a pair of nice, comfortable sweats pants, when a shoulder lightly bumped into yours. The owner of the shoulder was no passerby, rather, he was walking right beside you. Your schedule let you leave school earlier every Wednesday when most of the other student still had one class left, and because of that the hallway was not crowded at all, but somehow this boy still chose to walk so closely with you. 

So, you had looked over at him and scoffed. “Come closer.” Earning a surprised laugh from the boy, which at a closer, a more focused look was beautiful. He had dark, hooded eyes, a small pout and light brunette, tussled locks that gracefully fell over his cold forehead in a way you couldn’t quite describe. And then, he had had this rectangular grin to add onto his dazzling features.

A sniff of the air had surprised you, your stronger senses revealing the identity of his wonderful boy who found your sarcastic tone funny - a Byun. Along with the discovery came a clump in your stomach, and you swallowed, preparing to tell this Byun that you were a Hūn Náo and therefore probably not the best vampire to associate with. But just as you opened your mouth to tell him, your body tensing at the disgusted look you were sure you’d receive, the Byun had stuck his hand out into the air in front of you.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun, and you?” 

You had reluctantly taken his hand, your mouth open wide as you told him your name, quickly and awkwardly followed by;

“I’m a Hūn Náo, Baekhyun, you may not want to speak to me.”

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I find that people always compliment me when I am feeling the most insecure. When I’m having a bad day and I don’t think I look as good as I usually do. These are the days that someone tells me, “wow your makeup looks really nice” or “you’re looking really pretty today.” It’s honestly showed me that people don’t judge you the way you think they do. Those days where you feel terrible about yourself and you think everyone is staring at you thinking these negative things it’s not true.

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You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.

You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.

You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.

It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.

It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.

You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.

He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.

You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.

Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?

So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.

The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.

The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.

“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.  

You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.

“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.

“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.

You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.

“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.

Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.

“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.

“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.

“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.

Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”

“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”

He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”

You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.

“Harry just forget about it.”

He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”

Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”

“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”

You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.

“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.

You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”

He chuckled.

Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.

Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”

When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.

Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.

Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.

The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.

“Fucking finally,” said Liam.

“That’s what I said!” Louis proclaimed.

The three boys laughed to themselves.

anonymous asked:

2d & a s/o who is as thin as him but super petite and tiny? pls & thank uuuu

- He’s pretty weak, so he loves the fact that you’re small enough for him to carry. He takes this opportunity to carry you bridal style literally everywhere.
- You can’t see in a crowd? No problem, Stu’s got you. He’ll let you sit on top of his shoulders.
- He also thinks it’s adorable that you have to stand on your toes in order to kiss him, but sometimes he’ll bend down for you or pick you up again to kiss you.
- He loves that his shirts are too big for you, so he lends them to you a lot. It’s even better for you because they’re all extremely comfortable.
- He’s always making jokes about your height. Sometimes he’ll (gently) use your head as an armrest.
- Cuddling is also great because of your height difference. You’re light enough to sleep on top of him without it being uncomfortable, but also 10/10 2D would make an excellent human blanket if the two of you are spooning.
- Since you’re so small, he’s also very protective over you. He gives extreme death glares to anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. He might be weak, but he’s so tall he could probably trample anyone who tries to mess with you.

anonymous asked:

Were dragons a thing back in the ye olden days of the elves? Did some of the pantheon have pet dragons? Can I be a dragon? Dragons are cool.

Hawke, you needn’t sign your letters as “Anonymous sender”. You can just ask yourself. 

And yes. Of course there were dragons in ancient Arlathan. Use your head, good man. Mythal was always associated with a dragon, and represented as a dragon-headed female figure. She could, incidentally, turn into a dragon herself.

They were not kept as pets, however. And I’d strongly advise against it. 


Cause for Celebration

Originally posted by madstan

A/N: This is for @angryschnauzer‘s If You Go Down to the Woods Today Writing Challenge. She asked for the stories to be happy, and I’m not exactly sure how you can make Demon!Chase fluffy, but here is my attempt. Takes place after the events of The Covenant.


Pairing: Chase x Reader

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Home Sweet Home

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Request: Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader where Dean finds the reader after she’s kidnapped by demons and fights all of the demons off just for her. Can this be really fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: mentions of torture

A/N: Fluffy, fluffy Dean…

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I’m Going to Be a Dad

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, a little angst if you squint, fluff
Word count: 958
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Summary: The reader is pregnant, and doesn’t know how Sam will react when she tells him. 

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Happy birthday Nikol! { @flamingplay }

Thank you so much for your friendship, I’m so happy we got to meet by chance! I sincerely hope you have an amazing day surrounded by the people who love you, you deserve it, girl! 💚 I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I really care about you and I hope you’re always happy… This is your day, live it to the fullest.

Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Originally posted by marauders4evr

  • Being super confident when asking you out.
  • “Y/N, would you like to go out with me sometime, maybe this weekend at the Three Broomsticks?”
  • “Yes, i’d love that, Sirius.”
  • Totally hitting it off after your little date, and you both end up a couple.
  • He lets you play with his hair, which surprises you as he hates having his hair being touched.
  • “It’s so soft!”
  • Jealousy.
  • Kissing 24/7, but you don’t mind.
  • Becoming close with the rest of the Marauders, which earned you your own nickname.
  • Being like their little sister.
  • Sirius getting jealous whenever he sees you and Remus in the library reading together.
  • “Hey Moony, she’s mine, ok?”
  • “Sirius we were helping each other with homework!”
  • “Oh.”
  • Hand holding.
  • Sneaking out one night during full moon, and seeing everyone transform into their animagus and seeing Remus transform into a werewolf.
  • “Y/N, what are you doing here?!”
  • “I was worried…”
  • Wanting your own animagus, and Sirius helping you.
  • Wearing all of his clothes because they’re so comfy and smell of his aftershave which you love.
  • “Hey, is that my jumper?”
  • “No..”
  • Piggy back rides to classes.
  • Inside jokes.
  • PDA
  • “Baby girl”
  • “Babe”
  • “Baby”
  • “Darlin’”
  • “Love”
  • So, so overprotective of you, but loving it because it always makes yu feel safe.
  • “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy today.” 
  • FUCK
  • SEX
  • Jealous sex
  • Passionate sex
  • Not taking anyones shit anymore, and his so proud of you for standing up for yourself.
  • “That’s my girl.”
  • His sarcasm rubbing off on you majorly.
  • Being there when he is having family troubles, just sitting by the fire in Gryffindor common room, holding him as he cries.
  • Arguments always end up in HOT sex.
  • “I’m serious!”
  • “No, i’m Sirius! You’re Y/N!”
  • “Ha ha ha, very funny.”
  • You’re so much shorter than him i’m sorry.
  • He’s always using the top of your head to lean on.
  • “Sirius get off!”
  • “Oh sorry love, didn’t see you down there.”
  • This is such a long list i’m sorry.
  • Always being with each other.
  • Being the only one who knew it wasn’t him that got James and Lily killed.
  • A relationship just full of pure love, adoration and trust.
Johnny having a small s/o

Originally posted by bluesuh

Request: anonymous: can you do a Johnny having a small s/o? ~Thanks ♥

A/N: omg this was actually so nice to write anyways enjoy!! <3

  • ok rip you bcs he’s gonna use your height against you
  • “hey babe can u get something from the shelve for me oh wait no ur too smol for that!!”
  • and then he laughs as you glare at him
  • it’s ok tho bcs u can always use him to get things from the highest shelves
  • he loves giving you piggy backs when ur tired and it’s getting late
  • but it’s johnny so
  • if he knows that ur not rlly tired
  • he’s gonna drop u and run away bcs he’s faster than u are
  • just stay there tho and he’ll come back on his own and give you a piggy back again
  • what he loves the most about you being smol tho
  • is cuddling
  • bcs ur so smol,he can just wrap himself around your whole body
  • “johnny i can’t fuckin breathe”
  • “neither can i bcs ur breathtakingly beautiful”
  • “if i die it’s ur fault”
  • “at least we’ll die together then”
  • he’s greasy af
  • ah he loves it when you have to get on your tip toes for him so u can kiss him
  • sometimes he would tease you and get on his tip toes too
  • and he just laughs as you try to get him back on his feet
  • “y/n don’t even try you’re too small”
  • “fuck u too”
  • and when u have enough of him being like that u walk away
  • but johnny pulls you back quickly
  • and this time he leans down and kisses you
  • rip you tho bcs he’s always gonna use your head as shoulder rest
  • it’s ok bcs you can use him as chair
  • in other words
  • you being small and being in a relationship has its ups and downs
  • but it’s ok bcs johnny loves you a lot
  • <3
People Like Us- Sherlock x Reader

Is there a correct way to write a song fic? Haha.

 Requested by @bozena-jost-sarcasmic Thanks Love! I had fun writing my first song fic! I hope it came out the way you like. Lyrics in Italics 


Originally posted by silent-micka

We come into this world unknown
But know that we are not alone
They try and knock us down change is coming, it’s our time now.

Everybody loses it,
Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes
And hey… yeah I know what you’re going through
Don’t let it get the best of you, you’ll make it out alive

“Sherlock, you know I hate doing this,” Y/n complains as she moves away from their recent client and into the kitchen. Sherlock, who had been sick for the past three days, refused to take a break to rest. He wouldn’t dare sit in the dusty old flat and die of the impending boredom. Seeing that his senses have gone amiss because of his influenza, he couldn’t function enough to deduce properly. And as much as it troubled him, he had to call on
his girlfriend to do it. She had always had a problem, her skills for observation had always bothered her.

People like us, we’ve gotta stick together
Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever
Here’s to the damned, to the lost and forgotten
It’s hard to get high when you’re living on the bottomOh whoa oh oh whoa oh
We are all misfits living in a world on fire
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

“I know, I apologize for that. But, I needed your help,” He says, placing his hands on her shoulders. The girl sighs, nodding as she rattles of her deduction about the man sitting in the living room. Unlike Sherlock, Y/n never saw her observation skills as a gift, it was more of a curse in her opinion. Because trust me, when you could see right through a person, see their motives, their intentions. It’s not exactly a walk on the other side of the rainbow. Growing up, was tough all on it’s own. Friends was never an option, she always had to stick to herself because no one ever really wanted to be friends with her for who she is, there was never a genuine reason. Y/n was pretty sure she scared them away with one look anyway. 

Hey, this is not a funeral
It’s a revolution, after all your tears have turned to rage
Just wait, everything will be okay
Even when you’re feeling like it’s going down in flames

Sherlock knew this well, so he tried his best to make her see the light side of things. To show her that she does in fact has a gift, and it is in no way the curse that she sees it to be.
“Thank you,” the Detective smiles, leaning down a bit to kiss Y/n’s cheek. She hums in response, moving around him to tend to a cup of tea.
There’s nothing you could hide from Sherlock Holmes, after all, he sees everything. It was easy to see how Y/n felt without her having to say a word. She was slowly crumbling to pieces, holding on tight to the broken edges of her facade, slowly slipping away, inch by inch.

People like us, we’ve gotta stick together
Keep your head up nothing lasts forever
Here’s to the damned, to the lost and forgotten
It’s hard to get high when you’re living on the bottom

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
We are all misfits living in a world on fire
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Sherlock watches her carefully from the corner of his eye. She looks up and smiles at him, a forced one he noticed. He didn’t like putting her through things like this, which is why he keeps her clear of his cases. Sometimes he has to sit her down and just talk, letting her know that he knows what it’s like to be where she is. He never had friends in school, he barely has friends now, not that he’s complaining. He just wanted her to know that it’s not all bad.

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
You’ve just gotta turn it up loud when the flames get higher
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

He walks over to her, pulling her into a tight hug, resting his chin on her head. “You’re going to transfer your cold Sherlock,” she mutters, pressing her cheek against his chest and wrapping her arms around his torso anyway. He chuckles, “You don’t seem to mind,”
“You know, John said you should rest. And taking a case is isn’t resting.” she scolds lightly, pulling away to look up at him. “I can do either of both things: get rid of this cold, or die a slow painful death, from boredom.”
Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at him, pulling away, “Tea?”

They can’t do nothing to you, they can’t do nothing to me
This is the life that we choose, this is the life that we bleed
So throw your fists in the air, come out, come out if you dare
Tonight we’re gonna change forever

Everybody loses it, everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes

People like us, we’ve gotta stick together
Keep your head up nothing lasts forever
Here’s to the damned, to the lost and forgotten
It’s hard to get high when you’re living on the bottom

As the days pass, and Sherlock got over his influenza. The things he couldn’t noticed came rushing to him, especially the shift in Y/n’s behavior.
While he was sick, Sherlock hadn’t had much to do, so between that time and now, he had made sure that he and Y/n talked. While they didn’t dwell on the topic of her ’problem’ much, Sherlock made sure she knew that it wasn’t one. He made it his duty to make sure she ignore silly little words said by silly insignificant people. He remembers how broken she was that night she came home in the rain, crying because someone called her a freak. She is way more sensitive than Sherlock is, and normally, she wouldn’t let it bother her, because words are just words. But clearly everything had climbed too high and the dam broke. For days now the detective noticed, Y/n’s slowly rising aggression. She was irritable, and easily annoyed, at first Sherlock ignored it, passing it off a some hormonal time-of-the-month female thing. 

People like us, we’ve gotta stick together
Keep your head up nothing lasts forever
Here’s to the damned, to the lost and forgotten
It’s hard to get high when you’re living on the bottom

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
We are all misfits living in a world on fire
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Sherlock and John had left for Scotland yard no more than two hours ago. Leaving Y/n in the safety of 221b, alone. Sherlock felt guilty in doing so, and as much as he begged her to come along with him and John, she politely declined and hid behind a fake smile. He didn’t want to leave her home alone, because he knows what’s it like to be left too long with your thoughts, when you become open and vulnerable for inner demons to strike at you. They’d fight with fire and steel and brand your mind with hateful words.

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
We’re all misfits living in a world on fire
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

The whole way to and back from Scotland yard was filled with mostly silence, with Sherlock being constantly worried about Y/n’s well being.
“She’ll be fine, you know,Sherlock,” John says, watching him carefully. And even though his words were gratefully accepted, the offered little comfort to the detective. When the two of them get back to Baker street and they entered 221b, John and Sherlock were immediately met by a panicking Missus Hudson.
“What? What is it?” Sherlock asks, putting his hands one her shoulders, trying to calm her
enough to speak. “It’s Y/n, I heard things breaking upstairs.”
Sherlock had barely heard the rest of what Missus Hudson had to say before he was rushing up the stairs to his flat.

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
You’ve just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Sherlock opens the door slowly, he was surprised to say the least, the flat, was more of a mess than it usually was. His books and papers were scattered everywhere, remnants of broken glass on the carpeted floor. And in the middle of it all, sat Y/n. John, who had finished calming down Missus Hudson, comes up and stops short in the doorway behind Sherlock.
“Jesus… is she Alright?” he questions.
“Probably not,” Sherlock mutters quietly, stepping inside, taking easy steps towards Y/n. She was sitting in the space between the arm chairs that were some how turned over. Her knees tucked up to her chest, her shoulders shaking as she leaned her head on her arm, Sherlock didn’t know if she knew he was there or if she was just ignoring the fact that he was.
At the sound of his voice, Y/n picks her head up, turning to look up up him, with tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes. Her eyes stray away from his, glancing around the flat, tears making their way down her cheeks. “S-sorry….I-”

Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
You’ve just got to turn it up loud when the flames get higher
Oh whoa oh oh whoa oh
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Sherlock kneels in front of her, gently pulling her arms from around her legs before pulling her to him. “Shh, it’s okay,” Sherlock whispers, kissing her temple. His heart breaks for her, knowing why she felt the pain she felt. Knowing she held it in as to not trouble him with it. Sherlock held her until her sobs subsided into tired sniffles, making careless patterns against her back with his fingers. He rests his chin on her head, sighing he closes his eyes, “I told you to talk to me,”
Y/n sniffles, using the sleeves of her oversized sweater to wipe at her eyes, Sherlock shifted around, pulling the girl on his lap.
John clears his throat, still at the doorway, he nods to the detective, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, “I’ll be downstairs…”
“I’m sorry,” Y/n apologizes when John left, waving her hand out beside her, gesturing to the mess she made. “Easily fixed, Love. As for the things you somehow managed to break, easily replaced.”
The girl sighs, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I told you once Y/n: ‘People like us, we have to stick together. Because we’re all we’ve got.’" 


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Among The Stars

Originally posted by jinkooks

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: All he sees is you and he can’t resist the urge to hug you, ignoring the fact that his action would be witnessed and photographed by thousands of fans.

Word Count: 3,273

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Inspired by that fancam of Jungkook and Yugyeom hugging after BTS won Artist of the Year (still not over it tbh). 

His heart was beating sporadically while his clammy hands were still shaking, as he and the rest of the members joined the artists on stage. The initial stages of confusion were now replaced by disbelief and shock as Jungkook still can’t grasp the fact that Bangtan had just won the Artist of the Year award.

After receiving the award, the members had made their way to their waiting room backstage, stopping momentarily just beneath the stage to decipher what just happened. They gathered around each other, still in utter disbelief, as their gaze fixated on the golden trophy held by their leader. Their eyes flickered back and forth between the trophy and each other, as if they were watching a game of table tennis, trying to make sense of the situation and waiting for someone to reveal that it’s all a hidden camera. Which, would be the cruelest prank in history, topping the elevator prank back during their debut year.

As they returned to the main stage, they were bombarded with numerous amounts of congratulatory messages from their seniors, friends, and other idols. With each pat on the back and hug they received, it only solidified the fact that this was indeed reality and what just happened moments ago, when they were announced as the winners, was not a dream.

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[x] (I am now taking requests for Daredevil (only season 1 for now), and I have a new gif imagine banner!)

The three of you laughed as you stumbled down the street, arm in arm. You were all clinging to each other, trying to balance one another, as all of you burst out laughing at some silly comment Foggy had made.

“Oh God,” Matt groaned. “We should be studying.”

“I don’t know how you always manage to convince us to get out, Foggy.” you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder as he scoffed.

“Come on, you nerds.” Foggy teased. “Let’s have some fun.”


Nico Hischier - Impracticable Part Three

Originally posted by liasandersson

(By far my fav gif of Nico)

Word Count: 1738

Warnings: Cursing Maybe

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

A week has past and you were now back home working. Nico has texted and called multiple times but you have yet to answer. You decide to keep yourself occupied with work and taking care of your family instead. You’ve reunited with a couple of old friends but none of them seem to be able to fill the new space that was gone. Not a day passed where you didn’t think of him. You knew one day you would be friends again, but for now, it was upsetting.

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Insecure - Alex

Request: Can you do an Alex x reader where the reader gets jealous and gives him the silent treatment but then she feels bad and they make up

I have a severe problem, I am completely unable to follow a request. I was going to write this super angsty but I swear every line in comedic relief. If you don’t like this just send in the request again and I’ll redo it.

Song rec: Issues by Julia Michaels

Originally posted by hellomadzstuff

 Insecure - Alex

You sat on the floor in the back of the library in the section with the most shelves. In truth, you knew running from your problems wouldn’t fix anything, but you also knew you wouldn’t have to face them if you hid. If you had the chance you would’ve ran but since Alex was your ride to school and he was the reason you were cowering in the library, you didn’t have much of a choice. But at least the rumors couldn’t reach you there. Everyone had heard the rumors that he hooked up with Jess at a party, and as much as you wanted to believe they weren’t true, you knew for a fact that he was at a party with her last weekend, and she was his first love. You never told him, but you were always afraid that he would realize he still loved her and go running back to her. You were always afraid he’d realize you weren’t enough for him.

When you heard your phone ring the all too familiar song you took a deep breath and declined it, something you never did. Every time the two of you had fought in the past you would talk it through calmly, but this time it was different. Not knowing the truth was almost easier than knowing if he cheated on you. You were hoping if you stayed in the library you’d just never have to face him. Hoping it would block out the repeated ringing of your phone you dropped your head into your hands. After ignoring at least five calls you sighed and answered it.

“What do you want?” You asked trying to remove all emotion from your voice but by the way your voice broke you knew it didn’t work.

“To talk to my girlfriend, if you’ll still let me call you that. Can you please tell me where you are?” He asked you in that stupid soft tone he always used when he was worried. You argued with yourself in your head, debating if it was worth it. On one hand, you could just ignore him forever, drop off the face of the earth and live in bliss. On the other hand, you could confront your problems like an actual human being.

“I’m in the library.” You admitted with a sigh.

“That’s the first place I checked.” He told you confused.

“I may or may not be sitting on the floor in the non-fiction section.” You admitted sheepishly feeling like a child who got caught.

“Even when you’re mad you’re adorable. I’ll be there in a second Y/N.” He said chuckling. Even though part of you was still afraid you smiled and said a soft goodbye before hanging up.

After a few minutes, you heard someone walking towards the shelves and you wondered if it was too late to hide again. You practically held your breath as he walked towards you with a soft smile and sat next to you on the ground.

“Can you just tell me whatever the truth is so I can just get this over with?” You blurted out looking straight ahead rather than at him.

“Y/N I would never cheat on you. I love you and you are the only person I want. People are going to talk but I want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you.” He told you using that same soft voice making you turn towards him and pull him in for a hug, burying your head in his shoulder.

“I love you too Alex.”