and he took the eyebrows with him

Let me court you.

Originally posted by a-taste-of-loneliness

Requested by: @weirdnewbie
Fandom: Reign
Relationship: BashxReader
Prompt: Bash is in love with Mary’s twin sister and wants to court her

“Mary, when you get a moment, can we speak?” Bash asked your sister, avoiding eye contact with you. You turned towards Francis, who was standing on the other side of Mary.
“Francis, why don’t you show me the lake.” Francis raised an eyebrow,
“You know where the lake is Y/N.” Rolling your eyes you took Francis’ arm and dragged him towards the lake. “Y/N is everything alright?” You held tighter to you brother in laws arm as you walked through the castles fields.
“Bash hasn’t spoken to me in days, he didn’t even speak to me when he came back from that hunting trip. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“You did nothing, Bash isn’t your typical Frenchman. Most nobles will tell you what they want. Bash, however bad his reputation is, is more respectful than many.” You smile softly looking towards the ground. “You’re the best big brother I could’ve asked for.” You looked towards each other smiling. “You know,” You teased. “I remember when I first met you and Bash. You two tried to prank Mary and I, you switched places. Told Mary she was going to marry the brunette, and she was so nervous because she liked you better. She was so afraid to hurt Bash’s feelings she forced me to be with the two of them everywhere they went. You kept that up for a whole week, and when you finally got caught, Mary wouldn’t speak to you for the rest of the week.” Francis let out a laugh as he stopped at the bench by the river.
“She never did fully forgive us for that. But you were happy with anything, you were such a lovely person since the moment we met you. The beautiful Scottish princess my kingdom fell in love with.”
“I’m glad my sister fell in love with you.
“I’m glad she loves me too.” You sat there in silence leaning against Francis’ shoulder, something you two had done since you were young children. You would never love Francis as Mary did, the way you loved him was different. He was a guiding light you were grateful to have in your life.
“Your grace, Princess Y/N,” You heard a servant call, you stood and faced the young boy.
“Yes, dear?” The servant bowed his head, “Oh no darling, no bowing necessary. Am I needed somewhere?”
“Yes your grace, Sebastian De Poitiers requests to see you in the throne room.” You nodded at the boy and looked back at Francis nervously before making your way up to the castle.  
When you entered the throne room you immediately noticed the worried look on Bash’s face.
“Seb,” you asked worriedly “Are you alright.”
“Y/N, since the moment I met you I knew I wanted you in my life.”
“Seb,” You blushed “What is this about?” The nervous expression retook his face.
“Please, just let me finish. I’ve always wanted you in my life in some way, I waited nine years for you and Mary to return to court. Within those nine years, I realized how I wanted you in my life, but I knew being the bastard of France would make it hard. But, by the caring nature of your sister’s soul, your agreement will make it possible.” You looked at your best friend confused.
“Sebastian, what do you mean?” He walked forward until there were only inches between the two of you.
“I mean,” Bash moved his hand towards yours, intertwining the two of them. “Give me permission to call you mine. I want to court you and one day I want to be your husband and the father of your children. I want to take the first step in that direction. Please, allow me to laugh in the face of the nobles when they attempt to flirt with you. Let me court you.” You smiled at the man in front of you.
“Yes, Sebastian, yes.” He picked you up and spun you around, causing your giggles to echo throughout the throne room. As he placed you down, neither of you could tear away from each other’s eyes. Both of you leaned in and the fireworks exploded. Finally, you were with the boy you always wanted.

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton One Shot

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Talk about a third date. 

If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy. 

The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him. 

“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions." 

You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed. 

"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book. 

“One more round after th–Oh!

You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting. 

The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started. 

He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face. 

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Called Out (Part 5)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 922

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Screaming. I’m screeching and like… Omg. 


Originally posted by jlstreck

Cringing, you quickly exited out of the voicemail app and got on your feet, wiping yourself down. Bucky called out your name again and you took a deep breath.

“I’m right here!” you answered him. “You can come in.”

A second passed and the door was opening, albeit slowly. Bucky peeked in, a little unsure, his eyebrows raised and a tiny smile on his face. “Hi,” he said softly.

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England character facts

🇬🇧In contrast to popular belief, he does trim his eyebrows

🇬🇧His eyebrows are cursed to be thick

🇬🇧He is “the king of losing things”

🇬🇧He has a tattoo of an electric guitar

🇬🇧He has very few fears.

🇬🇧He can’t swim

🇬🇧He hates firecrackers

🇬🇧He likes embroidery, criticizing America’s movies, reading, and rock music.

🇬🇧He always dresses practically unless he is having fun. Then he dresses “like a punk”.

🇬🇧He gets sick every 4th of July

🇬🇧Canada took care of him after the American Revolution

🇬🇧His eyebrows are modeled after a Shiba Inu

🇬🇧Early England:

“What do you think?”

Nursey looks up. Dex leans around the door, one hand again the frame, the other tucked into his pocket. Nursey takes him in, top to toe. The shoes are the same, the same worn grey suede New Balances Dex has had for three years. Dex’s jeans are ripped at both knees. His flannel shirt is partially unbuttoned. He looks so warm that Nursey wants to unbutton the rest of his shirt and crawl inside it with him.

His hair–his hair is wildly different. Dex has gone ahead and gotten the Samwell chop.

It makes him took like a sexy rooster.

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2AM - part 2 (A Minseok Series)

Your hand was on your deadbolt and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before you turned the lock.

Minseok was home. It was 2AM and he was knocking on your door. You didn’t even need to look through the peephole to know it was him. Of course it was him.

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another solangelo christmas au

Here is my incredibly belated contribution to the @pjosecretsanta2016. My secret santa was @drunksonic ! So sorry it’s so late, hope you enjoy! 

“Did you tell Santa what you wanted?” Nico grinned down at his niece, “Only a few days till Christmas.”

Lucy beamed up at him, grabbing onto his hand. “He said I’m on the nice list!”

Nico grinned down at her, a full, real rare smile. “I told you so. Let’s go grab some hot chocolate before I take you home.”

Lucy’s eyebrows pushed together, and she squeezed on his hand, pulling him back.

“Zio.” Lucy frowned, “Aren’t you going to talk to Santa?”


Nico laughed, an act that was always more common around his niece. “He knows what I want.” he assured her, pulling her forward. She stayed put though, and took back her hand to cross her arms.

“That’s not the point, Zio.” She gestured back to the mall Santa, “You have to talk to him. It’s the rules. How else will he know what you want?”

Nico huffed out a frustrated breath, low enough so she doesn’t hear. Her loud voice was starting to attract attention from the other shoppers. “Luc, c’mon. I’ll talk to him later.”

“Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, there isn’t any more time!” She hissed, her eyes going watery and wide. “Emily Huston from school said that he isn’t the real Santa.” Her voice cracked, “Is that true?”

Nico stared at her heartbroken eyes and panic began to bubble in his chest. “Of course it’s the real Santa.” His voice was slightly shrill, knowing now they basically had an audience, but only stared into her eyes.

“Then why won’t you sit on his lap?” A single tear slid down her reddened cheek, and Nico stared at the tear in horror.

Minutes later, Nico was lowering himself on the oversized sleigh, his cheeks and neck matching the bright red exterior.

The Santa was laughing loudly, “What’s your name?”

Nico sighed, his eyes glued to the ground. “Nico.”

“You have to sit on his lap!” She instructed, standing next to one of the elves, her hands clasped earnestly together. She seemed overjoyed, whispering to the grinning teenage elf who volunteered to watch her while Nico took his turn.  

Nico cursed quietly but follows her order, standing and carefully shifting his weight onto the laughing man, who had apparently heard Nico’s quiet swearing.

“So little boy.” The mall Santa tells you loudly, laughter in his voice. “What do you want for Christmas?”

Up close, he realizes how young the Santa actually is. Hell, with the youthful spark in his eyes, and the twitching grin on his face, he looks closer to his age than an old man. The flush on his skin only darkens even more in embarrassment. That just made it worst, honestly.

“A pony.” Nico mutters quietly and sarcastically, trying to balance his full weight on his feet in his current uncomfortable position.

“Are you on the naughty or nice list?” The guy asked behind his thick, plastic-y beard, his blue eyes dancing. He was totally enjoying this way too much.

“Depends on your point of view.” He answers without thinking about it much. Right now, the only thing he’s really thinking about it how he’s going to explain to Hazel that her daughter is pure, adorable evil.

The guy laughs out loud, tipping his head back and letting out the trademark ‘Ho ho ho!’ so it echoes a bit across the crowd. Lucy squealed, holding her hands together.

The mall Santa, noticing Lucy’s excited laughter, turned his voice a bit quieter. “Your daughter?”

Nico shook his head, “Niece.” Even in this situation, his eyes were fond.

“She’s adorable.” The Santa grinned, “She wants a dragon for Christmas, in case you were wondering.”

Nico barked out a laugh, shifting his weight on the other guy’s lap. “She and I do happen to have a lot in common.”

“Really?” He asked, still grinning under his beard. He had extraordinary eyes, Nico was noticing, and a healthy golden glow to his skin that Nico couldn’t help but admire. “I’ve always been more of a dinosaur kinda guy.”

Nico scoffed. “Against dragons, dinosaurs would totally lose. Like, horribly.”

The Santa seemed to enjoy that, a spark being lit in his eyes as he leaned in a bit. He opened his mouth, probably about to argue against that, but was cut off.

“Hey Santa! Photo time!” The photographer smirked, holding up the camera. “Say Jingle Bells!”

Nico sighed, turning to glare at the camera. Mostly for effort, but also for Lucy’s low giggling coming from his side.

The Santa wrapped his arm around Nico’s shoulders; a pose similar to the one Lucy had just posed with. The Santa was grinning widely though, and didn’t even wince when the bright flash briefly blinded Nico.

The elves were already ushering another family forward, their own little boy nearly shaking as he stared wide-eyed at the mall Santa.

Nico stood, taking a moment to straighten his clothes. “See you later Santa.” Nico grinned.

Santa’s eyes were twinkling, his eyes ranking over Nico a bit obviously. “Merry Christmas Nico.”

Nico paused, considering, but continued down the small pair of steps off the sleigh. Lucy, bouncing with excitement, threw herself at him and pointed to the small area where the photos were displayed.

Nico eyed the screen, laughter wanting to climb up his chest. It was truly a sight, Nico’s black on black ensemble, staring deadpan at the camera while sitting on the lap of the too-young, grinning Santa. “I’ll take the digital copy.” He grinned, picking up his niece to hold to his hip. He turned to his niece as the elf nodded, taking his card. “Your mother is going to love this.” He told her, his voice sing-song. “It’ll be the best Christmas present ever.”

“I made mom an ornament in class.” Lucy told him, tracing the pattern on his jacket.

“Second-best Christmas present then.” He corrected, still grinning.

She nodded, satisfied, as Nico shifted her weight to take the small bag from the smiling elf. He began wandering off, Lucy already starting into her childlike babble.  

“Hey!” One of the elves jogged up to them, holding a few candy canes. Her green curls exploded under her green cap, and Nico briefly wondered if she dyed them for the holiday occasional. Lucy, balanced on his hip, squirmed around so she could see their new company.

“Santa’s helpers!” She squeaked, burying her face into the crook of Nico’s neck.

The girl grinned, “Santa asked that I give you a special gift before you left.” She winked, handing one of the candy canes over to Lucy, who hesitantly took it. Her playful eyes flickered up to Nico, “And, of course, a special one for you.” She told him, holding one out to Nico’s free hand. There was a sticker wrapped around it, Nico briefly noticed, that was covered with a scrawled pattern of numbers.

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Special?” He asked, taking it.

Her grin turned a bit wicked, her eyes a bit sharp. “Special.” She only repeated, making a funny face at Lucy to cause her to burst into giggles.

Nico turned the candy around, examining the label. His name is Will it read in glittery scarlet pen, a number following it.

She grinned, flicking one of the bells hanging off her costume. “Merry Christmas!” She sang out, her colored whipping out behind her as she spun.

Lucy grinned, waving the girl off, her own candy cane already in her mouth.

Nico glanced over to where the mall Santa – Will – was still talking to the young boy now on his lap. Will laughed loudly, throwing his head back, and Nico could definitely go awhile hearing that sound.  

Lucy tucked on his collar, demanding his attention, and Nico turned to grin at her.

“Hot chocolate?” He asked, pocketing the candy, taking one last look back to the sleigh before strolling away.

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Awakened Destiny- Part 2

Part 1

You watched as handcuffs were placed on your wrists, alongside Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and as you now found out, T’Challa. They pushed you into the seat next to T’Challa in a van, with the rest sitting behind you.

You snapped out of thought when you looked to see handcuffs placed on Sam and Dean’s wrists too. Your eyebrows pressed together as you opened your mouth to say something.

“They weren’t even involved!” you barked at the officer pushing Dean in the back and Sam on the other side of T’Challa.

“Keep it down” the officer demanded as he slammed the door shut. You immediately looked over to see Sam hunched forward, his eyebrow raised as he looked at you.

“What the hell is going on?” he whispered before T’Challa gave him an angry ‘you need to shut up’ look. Your chest rose as you took in a breath, thinking of the easiest way to explain that since the last time you saw Sam… You found a man who used to be ‘The Winter Soldier’ who was born in the early 1900’s but is just now being caught alongside his old friend Steve who happens to also be old.

Hell, there is no easy way to explain it.

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DFMO

This one’s near and dear to my heart. A second part will possibly be posted if there’s interest. :)

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“We’re gonna get you a DFMO!”

You took a sip of your wine cooler as you raised an eyebrow, gaze flickering to your best friend who was sitting on his spacious couch. You were already a little buzzed from the drinks you’d had, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his words.

“Harry, what the fuck is a DFMO?” You asked, an amused smile coloring your lips as plopped yourself down on the couch beside him. He rolled his eyes playfully, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

“Dance floor make out. Because you, m’dear, are desperately in need of one!”

“Am not!” You argued, delivering a swift punch to his bicep. He pretended to cringe, but only laughed.

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8. Dessert // Nurseydex

« {Part 8 of my Valentine’s collection.} » 

a/n: In which Nursey is a sap. Basically I’m giving Nurseydex their Zimbits moment. Pie is involved.

“…You don’t know how to peel an apple, do you?”

Nursey whipped his head up to see Dex staring at him, an eyebrow raised. They were in the kitchen trying to make a pie for Ransom and Lardo’s birthdays, and it was going pretty okay—but definitely not thanks to Nursey. He’d been trying to peel the same apple for the last five minutes. “Um,” Nursey said. “Well, I’ve never had to, you know, peel stuff before—”

“It’s literally not hard,” Dex said. “I’d chirp you about how helpless you are, but I really just want to get this done. Let me show you.”

He stood at Nursey’s side, took the apple and the peeler, and started to demonstrate. “See?” he said, gripping the peeler tight in this long fingers. He shucked three long strips of apple peel into the sink and then handed the tool and the apple back to Nursey. “It’s not hard—you’re just incompetent.”

“Well thanks, that’s a relief,” Nursey said. Dex hip-checked him, and he hip-checked back.

“Since when are you so good at baking, then, huh Dex?” Nursey asked quietly after a moment or two of silence. “I remember you dissing baking back when we were frogs—”

“We’re still the frogs, Nursey.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. I just… Now it seems like more often than not you’re the one helping Bitty bake,” Nursey said. “What changed?”

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“I will always be here, for you. Always”

You’re in a bad mood and snap at Harry but he’s had an awful day and you don’t realize until after you’ve fought with him, so you go comfort him

—-

Legs heavy as they’d ever been, eyes drooping and a slight crease on his forehead, Harry slowly unlocked and opened the front door, stepping into the living room of the apartment you both shared. Completely lacking energy and exhausted from a day he had no desire to remember, Harry took a deep breath before shutting the door and laying his coat on a chair. You always nagged him about hanging up his things but he just couldn’t right now, not tonight, not after the day he’d had. 

The looks on the faces of everyone in the recording studio when he’d tried to record, their eyebrows slightly raised and tongue between teeth as he failed to hit too many notes. He’d been worked so hard lately it seemed that he just wasn’t healthy for more than a week at a time before he became sick again. Voice cracking and lacking its usual magic, unable to reach the higher notes and having wasted most of a day, he felt bad enough. 

Physically, he felt awful. Head throbbing, congested, his voice leaving him when he really needed it, though he always did. He was just exhausted. And then he’d seen messages to him through social media later that day, informing him that one of the little girls he’d had the fortune of meeting through make-a-wish had passed away. Not that he’d never been informed of one of his fan’s passing before, but this one just really hit him hard. She hadn’t left his side the whole day he’d spent with fans of his whose dying wish was to meet him. Him. And she had been so sweet, so beautiful. This one just really hurt, more than usual. 

Finally getting in his car to drive home that evening, then, and the paparazzi came out of nowhere, hounding him. He imagined he must have looked awful in their precious photographs; ill and exhausted and sad. 

“Is this because Y/N left you, Harry? Finally get tired of dating a pop star?”

“Harry, is there a baby on the way? Not ready to leave the partying days behind and be a father, huh?” And they laughed. Harry did not. 

“Everyone has an off performance, man, don’t stress over it,” another pap had told him. Harry was reminded again of the gig he’d done a few days before in which his voice had been much like it was today, and which had been recorded and viewed by thousands now. Just fueled haters who were only waiting for moments like these to put him down. But Harry didn’t have it in him this time to think rationally and to ignore them like he often had to do. He just couldn’t do it today. 

So walking into the kitchen to find you standing at the counter, an annoyed expression on your face, really wasn’t what he was hoping to find when he arrived home that night. 

“’Ello, love.” Harry tiredly kissed you on the cheek before sitting at one of the chairs at the kitchen table, knowing he didn’t have to ask you what the matter was because you could never keep it to yourself for long.

“Can I just say, the people at my work are the fucking worst! Like how the hell do they expect me to do all this shit when they sit on their asses and, like, Harry are you even listening to me?!” You weren’t planning on taking out your day’s frustrations on your obviously very tired boyfriend, but the fact that he was nodding off first thing did not help with your bad mood.

“Sorry, m’just so tired, baby,” he murmured, forcing a slight small as he looked up at you before coughing a few times.

“Yeah well so am I, Harry. Just because I’m not a famous pop star like you doesn’t mean I don’t get tired. God, can’t you just listen to me, please, like you’re supposed to support me and say ‘yeah those people suck’ like come on Harry.” You knew he hadn’t done anything, you were just so fed up with work and with people and you couldn’t help it because he was the only one there you could vent to.

“M’ so sorry, I just need to go lie down upstairs, I really don’t feel good,” Harry responded, clearly not listening to and not interested in anything you were saying, so you thought. But he was just so down and felt so awful, he couldn’t do this right now. 

“Alright, that’s great. Awesome,” you murmured sarcastically as you were left alone in the kitchen, only wanting to rant about your awful day. But it was also obvious that Harry wasn’t feeling well, so you immediately felt a little bad for being so snappy, but you decided it was better for the two of you to be alone right now so you walked over to the table and opened your laptop.

You went straight to your social media, bored and out of instinct. And right away, there were pictures the paparazzi had just taken of Harry before he’d come home. His eyes were sagging, eyelids drooped, he was slightly hunched and it almost looked like his eyes were glistening? Your heart broke a little bit as you scrolled through the pictures. And then you saw all the comments from his fans.

“My friend took this video and the paps were saying all kinds of gross stuff trying to guess why he looked so sad and tired, like it was because Y/N is pregnant and he wants to keep partying or that Y/N left him. They’re pigs” and a link to a video that showed exactly what the fan was talking about. 

You sighed, starting to feel even more guilty for acting like that to Harry, and then you saw more comments. 

“Guys, the girl in this picture who was a huge Harry fan died today, and he’s obviously sick and over-worked. That’s probably why he looks like this? These paps are disgusting.” You clicked on the picture to see it more closely, and there she was, the little girl Harry had talked about on multiple occasions. She was squeezing Harry tightly in this picture and he had the hugest smile on his face, and so did she as she looked up at her hero. Harry had told you before that if you guys had a daughter, he hoped she would be like her. He was just so endeared by her and you found it adorable. 

You didn’t realize you were crying until the picture on the screen in front of you began to blur. You sniffled, wiped your eyes and stood up, heading straight towards your and Harry’s bedroom. 

Slowly pushing the closed door open, you felt yourself break when you saw Harry curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, crying softly and sniffling, resembling a small child. He still had his shoes on, too exhausted even to take them off, and he hadn’t yet noticed that you’d entered the room. You felt like you were intruding, him so pure and innocent and unaware of your presence. But it only lasted a moment.

“Oh Haz, I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you laid down on the bed next to him, brushing the matted curls from his sweaty forehead. 

Harry hiccuped before looking into your eyes, his green ones full of tears.

“M’sorry, I’ve just had such a bad day, and I feel so sick and awful,” Harry blurted out all in one breath before burying his head against your chest.

“I know, baby, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m so so sorry. Come here,” you told him as you pulled him closer to you and wrapped your arms around him. He always seemed so much bigger than you but right now, he seemed so small. And this time, you felt such a need to protect him and keep him safe, and so you would. 

You didn’t know how many minutes had passed, the two of you just lying against each other, you holding Harry as he cried, until he finally pulled away from you a little bit to look at your face.

“Thank you.” Harry’s wide eyes and the pout on his face made him appear so vulnerable, so childlike and small. 

“I will always be here, for you. Always. I know I didn’t act like it earlier but I will make it up to you, Harry. I love you so much.” You couldn’t help the tears that had escaped your eyes at having seen your boyfriend in the state he was, so fragile and unlike his typical self. 

“I love you, little one,” Harry assured you as he, the one who needed comforting much more than you did right now, swiped at the tears falling from your eyes. “Always,” he whispered, before pulling you in for a hug that turned into both of you falling asleep, the two of you intertwined as Harry finally got the sleep that he’d needed so badly and felt the love only you could give. 

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Elijah x Reader

Tags: @daddyobrienx


“He isn’t back yet.” Klaus sighed and poured a glass of whisky, deciding he’d pour you one as well and convince you to drink it.

 

“But he’s been out all day.” You complained.

 

“Yes I know, he’s left you here irritating me.” Klaus handed you the drink and was pleasantly surprised when you downed it with a cough.

 

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Imagine.

Neil and Andrew in their late 20s, early 30s.  They’re in their apartment, in their bedroom since it’s the only room with air conditioning and a heat wave is rolling through.  They’re on their backs, on top of the covers, just laying side by side enjoying the cold air.

The room is silent but for the AC rumbling away.

“Are you happy?” Andrew asks.

It’s quiet, it’s soft.  Neil quirks an eyebrow.  “It’s July.”

“Life isn’t all about Exy.”

Neil agrees and doesn’t agree.  He wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for Exy, if it hadn’t hooked him so deep he tossed out all his mother’s warnings and took Wymack up on his offer.  Found a home.  A family.  Andrew.

But that wasn’t what he meant.  “It’s too early to pull the Grinch growing a heart act.”

They’re silent a few more minutes.

“Sexually.”

Neil blinks, sits up on his elbows, tries not to make a face at the feeling of sweat dripping down his spine.  Andrew isn’t looking at him.  “You want to bring out the cuffs more often?”

“This isn’t about me.”

Neil knows Andrew doesn’t want to hear it, knows he probably needs to hear it if he’s pressing the issue.  “It is about you.  I have you.  That’s all I need.”

Andrew rolls his eyes and Neil flops back down.

Eventually, though, Neil says, “I think I’d like sucking cock.”

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Spring Break (M)| Part 2

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

Part One | Part Two

Word Count: 4,019

Genre: Smut, College AU, filthy smut, Angst  dear lord I’m sorry

Sneak peak - “So you’re really ok with this?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow as he took a seat on his bed, coincidentally the same spot you had caught him in last night. Except for this time he had on clothes and his underwear weren’t hugging his ankles.


What even was sleep at this point? You refused to leave the lounge area, knowing that if you headed back to your dorm, Namjoon would be there waiting there with an excuse he memorized. His shirtless body was ingrained in your mind and you didn’t know if you could look at him the same again. Fucked, that’s what you were.


All you could hear was Namjoon in your ears moaning your name, and by the sounds of it, it wasn’t the first time. Was this what all guys friends did, or was Namjoon just fucked in the head. Technically you were in his head. Oops.


5 A.M came rolling in on a white horse and you were pretty sure that Namjoon was already off to work by now. Exhausted, you got your numb ass out of the chair you been warming since last night and shuffled back to the dorm. You knew you looked a hot mess but you didn’t care what you looked like, only cared about getting out of yesterday’s clothes. The rest you’d deal with later.


Just opening the dorm door gave you flashbacks and you shook them off before heading to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life before getting ready for class. You still had plenty of time to just lounge around but you didn’t bother taking advantage and you rush out the door once again.


Damp hair and all, you took your time walking to class, taking in more of school than you had before. Of course, after walking like a slug to class you still end up being almost the first there. Taking the seat you had the other day, you sat there with what you wish was a blank mind as you doodled on a fresh piece of paper.


“Is this seat taken?” Hoseok smirked as he pulled out the chair next to you. You gave him a greeting smile as you watched him slide into the chair while dig through his bag.


“So how’d you sleep last night?” he asked while taking out his notebook with a smile


The question itself made you want to crawl deeper into your seat but instead you decided to push the thoughts further out of your head. “Slept like a baby” you quickly lied.


“At least one of us did” he mumbled with a small chuckle that followed.


You tilted your head as you turned more to look at him, “what do you mean?”


“Well, let’s just say… It was hard” Hoseok began rubbing the back of his neck.


You didn’t know what to say as you stared at him blankly, letting his words register. Just then the teacher decided to make his grand entrance. It was obvious by the teacher’s gestures that today was going to be a very long, very boring day in class.


“Hey…” Hoseok nudged your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N - you okay?”


Your eyes blinked open slowly, and you felt your face flush with embarrassment as soon as you realized what had happened. Glancing frantically up at Hoseok, you hissed, “How long did I nod off for?”


He chuckled, “Only a second. I just saw your head bob and figured something was wrong.” He pointed at the lectern where the teaching was introducing yet another series of boring equations. “See? You didn’t miss much.”


You breathed out a soft sigh of relief, but cast a few quick glances around you to make sure no one else had seen your little “mini-nap.” Most of these people were sophomores and you couldn’t count on them to forget this little incident before you arrived as a student in the fall.


As the teacher droned on, you leaned back in your seat, trying to make the most out of “classes” before the College Days Program ended. Beside you, Hoseok chuckled.


“Geez… you look dead. Guessing you didn’t actually sleep either.”


For some reason the question made you blush and you ducked your head down, pretending to be interested in the book in your hands. “Is it that obvious?”


The rest of class went the same way, a whole much of boring lectures that you had already forgotten once the teacher’s words settled in your ears. You could feel Hoseok giving you small glances every so often and you fought to keep yours straightforward - let alone, open.


Soon as class was dismissed Hoseok pulled you to the side. You were both standing just outside the classroom with your back against the wall with him in front of you.


“ So about last night..” he trailed off with a smirk curling around his lips and he scratched the back of his head. “I’m sorry it had to end so soon”


For some odd reason you were feeling bold by his shyness, “it’s fine as long as you make it up to me”


“That won’t be a problem as long as you keep your volume at a level 2 next time,” he joked and you playfully shoved his shoulder as you remembered why all the fun had ended the first time.


“Did you get back to the dorm room ok? I’m sorry I should have walked you back”


What a mess that would have been if he had. You felt your face heat just thinking how what would unfold if Hoseok had walked you back. Before you could even bother answering, you watched Namjoon approached from the corner of your eyes.


He walked directly towards you and you wish you had been invisible but shortly felt Namjoon’s hand grabbing your wrist.


“We need to talk.”


Without any further words, he began yanking you down the hall and you gave a sorry look to Hoseok on Namjoon’s behave while Hosok watches you being forced away in confusion. You were pissed but you expected this to happen sooner or later.


“First of all you look like shit,” Namjoon said over his shoulder as you unlockers the door.


You folded your arms across your chest as you followed him inside, “Wow thank you I’ve always wanted to hear that”


“Sorry”


An Awkward silence fills the room. This was totally like Namjoon always changing the subject and pointing out the obvious when he was nervous.


“So about last night, that meant nothing I was just-”


“I got it Namjoon,” you fanned him off.


“Really because I-”


“Dude it’s fine I should have knocked and like you said, these are co-ed dorms anyways so what really is privacy.” The atmosphere was already awkward you didn’t need any reminder of last night when it was still quite vivid in your brain anyways.


“So you’re really ok with this?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow as he took a seat on his bed, coincidentally the same spot you had caught him in last night. Except for this time he had on clothes and his underwear weren’t hugging his ankles.


You cleared your throat, “yeah, we’re friends right?”


He took a short pause, but you couldn’t read his eyes as he stared at you expressionless.


“Yea, right”


“Well good talk, I’m gonna go say sorry to Hoseok again for his rude roommate. Did you really have to make a scene?”


Namjoon scrunched his nose and raised his eyebrow, “Would you have followed me if I hadn’t?”


“Ok, fair enough,” you said with a slight nod.


You both couldn’t hold back your laughs because knowing your stubborn self, there really was no other way to drag you into the room without literally dragging you like he had.


“What are you doing tonight,” he asked out of the blue. You thought it over and as far as you knew, your schedule was clear for the rest of the day.


“You think later we could grab something to eat and rent a movie or something?”


The offer reminded of old times when this was something you guys did together almost every day after school. It’s been so long since Namjoon went off to college first and now that you had the chance to do the old things again it made you smile and without any further thoughts, you nodded your head.


“See you later then,” you said before leaving the room. At least that was finally out of the way.



It didn’t take much to find Hoseok as you first checked the nearest cafe on campus. You caught his eyes and sent him a tight lip smile as you made your way over to him.


“I’m sorry about earlier, Namjoon had something to tell me that probably could have waited, but you know him,” you said as you slid into the seat across from him.


“You sure everything is ok?” He leaned over to peer into your eyes.

Putting on your most natural smile - which, thinking back on it probably didn’t look normal at all - you nodded, “I’m fine.”


He accepted your answer, though he didn’t look completely convinced. A few moments later, he leaned over again, “Isn’t there this huge assembly meeting today for you upcoming college freshman’s?”


“Ugh…” you grimaced. “Yeah, the question and answer thing.”


“Wanna hang out with me instead?”


You giggled at the question as if your answer wasn’t already obvious enough, “Um, duh.”



“You’ve got to be kidding me.”


The room Hoseok had been crashing in while you slept in Namjoon’s room had pretty much the ultimate geek set-up imaginable, for a college dorm anyway. He had a PS4 and XBOX consoles with two separate towers of games, a Wii with its cables neatly folded, and - hell, yes - a Nintendo 64.


“Nope - not kidding.”


“AND HE’S GOT THE OCARINA OF TIME!”


Hoseok laughed at your outburst, “Yeah, and he’s got a couple two player games, too.”


He shouldn’t have said anything. In an instant, you were on the floor beside the bed digging through the glorious collection, “Banjo-Kazooie, Super Mario, Donkey Kong, Pokemon Snap, Starfox, Perfect Dark - oh, my God! We have to play this one.” you held up Mario Kart and smiled. “Seriously - I want to do the rainbow bridge course.”


He grimaced, but took the game from you anyway, “I hate this game.”


“What? Why?”


“All the falling off stuff and the banana peels make me rage quite a bit.”


“But you like Assassin’s Creed. You fall off stuff all the time.”


“Well, this is different. Because it’s cute. So it’s more insulting.”


You laughed, flopping on the floor and grabbing a controller. “If you’re going to be so mopey, I’ll let you be player one.”


“Actually… I was wondering…”


When you looked over at him, the soft smile had turned into something almost wolfish, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Wondering what?”


“Let’s make it interesting. How about…” he hesitated, and you saw the faintest of blushes creep up his cheeks, “… if one of us loses a round, we have to discard a piece of clothing.”


you felt a tingling between your legs, and you bit your lip to hide the satisfaction on your face when you agreed to his terms.


Besides, you were fairly confident in your Mario Kart skills. He was going down.


Sure enough, he was the first one to lose, and off came one of his shoes. you frowned at him, having expected him to start with something a little bigger, but he just laughed, “It’s a shoe. It’s on your body. It counts.”


“It’s cheating.”


“No, it’s not.”


“Well… it’s not fair. You’re wearing socks under your shoes, I just have your flip flops. That’s two extra pieces of clothing for you.”


He winked at you, “Then you’d better not lose.”


It was a challenge, and you knew it. But, you really can’t win against the thunderbolt powerup. You’re not sure how he did it, but he got two of them and managed to win - ahead by two laps. Off came one of your flip flops.


Next was his second shoe, both his socks, your second flip flop, your headband, his shirt…


Whoa… you did a double take when he removed his first “real” article of clothing, taking his taut stomach and muscles. There hadn’t been any doubt before of how sexy he was, but now to have visual proof - you could barely contain yourself. your clit throbbed between your legs, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks when you realized how wet you had become in the short time I’d been staring.


He grinned at you, and you gulped. If you lost this next one, the next thing to come off would be either your shirt or your pants. And you weren’t wearing a bra.


As we started the next round, nervousness began to give way to excitement, and somewhere after that you stopped caring about winning or losing, or even staying on the track. It was hard enough knowing that a shirtless hottie was sitting next to you and that you had to keep your hands off until the game was over. So, of course, due to your inattention… you lost.


Hoseok set down his controller and nodded to you, “All right - what’s it gonna be?”


You met his gaze squarely, before hooking your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pulling it off. As your breasts fell free of their confinement, Hoseok caught his breath and you heard him swear softly as he stared at you.


“Damn…” he licked his lips. “Those are… I mean, you’re… fuck,” he cursed again in embarrassment. “I’m sorry - I don’t know what to say. You’re so beautiful, and -”


“Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to make a move?” you interrupted, scooting a little closer. He nodded, and you smiled at him.


Yesterday you wouldn’t have dared to ask such a thing. But you were bolder now than you had ever been. And you knew exactly what you wanted.


He didn’t need to be asked twice. Gently, his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs running across your nipples. You were so horny, and your tits were so sensitive, so you gasped when he took them between his fingers and rolled them back and forth.


Before you had much time to react, Hoseok’s mouth was upon them - licking, sucking, kissing, and you whimpered as sheer desire coursed through you. Somewhere in that last second the both of you just… gave in. The careful young man he had been a minute ago had somehow transformed into wanton rogue that knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Whatever had changed - it made you want him even more, if that were possible.


His hands roamed your body, from your cheeks to your shoulders to the dip of your waist, stopping at the rise of your jeans. His fingers slid beneath the fabric and you bit your lip, frantically moving your hands from his broad back to undo the button and zipper of your pants. The moment you was finished, he slid them, and your underwear, off.


you were completely naked, and yet every shred of nervousness you had felt before melted away. you wanted this. You wanted him. And, judging by the bulge in his pants, he wanted you too. you reached for his pants, but he caught your hands and pulled away from you.


“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up so you could peer into his eyes.


Hoseok shrugged, “I… I really like you, but… if you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this.”


You almost laughed. Here you were, naked and practically begging to be fucked, and there he was - being chivalrous. It would have been the cheesiest thing, except, from the furrow in his brows and the concern in his eyes, it seemed he really meant it.


It was… unexpected. Sweet.


You have never been good at flirting - all that eyelash batting and booty swaying, it just wasn’t your thing. Whenever you did it, it always seemed awkward and out of place. So you didn’t. And yet somehow, you found yourself alone with this amazing person and you hadn’t even had to pretend to be one of those “sexy, popular” girls. you had just been you.  For christ sake - you’d just been playing Mario Kart, of all things. Who does that?


So, in answer to his question, you just smiled. And you hoped that somehow you could convey in that one smile just how much you wanted this.


It worked. His grip on your wrists relaxed and you pulled yourself free, scooting forward and reaching back down to the button and zipper of his pants. Your eyes traveled down across his chest, his flat stomach, and to the button, you was struggling with. Nervousness more than anything put the slightest tremble in your fingers as you managed somehow to undo the button and pull down the zipper.


Hoseok slid out of his jeans, and you caught your breath at the bulge in his boxers. He smirked a little bit at your obvious gawking and pulled you both to our feet, guiding your hands to the waistband of his underwear, “Go ahead, take them off.”


So you did - slowly and carefully. you pulled the material down his legs and your eyes widened at the monster in front of you.


“Oh, my god…” you breathed, your hands reaching up to encircle his length. It was so thick… It wasn’t as long as you imagined, but it was wider, and so very, very hard. It pulsed beneath your touch and you almost whimpered - you was so crazy wet. Would he even fit in you?


Tentatively, you leaned forward, flicking your tongue across the tip of his cock and felt him shudder. Encouraged, you flicked your tongue again, snaking it across the small opening, and then down the underside. Slowly, your tongue moved back upwards and your eyes met his own just before you slid the head of his cock into your mouth. Hoseok’s breath hitched, and he rested his hand on the back of your head as you bobbed back and forth on just the tip.


“Fuck… yes.”


Feeling a little more daring, you lifted your free hand and grabbed the base of his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. He was more than a mouthful - and that was just the first few inches. But you wanted to try for more, and you gingerly pressed forward, taking him in until it almost hurt. You couldn’t fit all of him in your mouth, but your hand made up for the difference, and you sucked him fiercely until he was panting. On your head, his fingers grabbed your hair - more for balance, you guessed, since he hadn’t tried changing your pace.



Your jaw was beginning to ache, so you bobbed once more deeply and pulled back, smiling at the pleasure written across his face.


“My god…” he managed after a moment, pulling you again to your feet and then pushing you back against the bed. “You’re so fucking sexy…”


Flat on your back, you spread your legs for him, almost aching with how badly you wanted to feel that cock inside of you. Covering your body with his, his mouth reached for one of your nipples while his hand reached down to rub your sensitive clit. you gasped at the onslaught as his fingers alternated between sweet torture and agonizing pleasure.


You were on fire - every flick of his finger brought you closer to an orgasm and you thrust your hips forward at him, begging for more, aching for release. He took his time, however, until he felt your body begin to tense beneath him. You saw something flicker in his eyes as he withdrew his finger, and you whimpered at the mischievous smile on his face.


Before you could say anything, he covered your lips with his and pushed the head of his cock into your throbbing cunt.


The sound you made at the sudden entrance was somewhere between a growl and a groan, and you squirmed beneath him when he hesitated.


“It’s okay,” you murmured. “You won’t hurt me.”


Slowly - oh, so slowly - he pushed the rest of his cock inside of you. you let out a guttural moan, feeling just how very tight a fit he was. As it was, it was uncomfortable for only a few moments, but your cunt adjusted to his girth, and within a few more long moments he was buried all the way inside you.


“You’re so tight,” he said, his teeth gritted.


“Fuck me,” you urged him, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. When he pulled his cock out, you almost cried - it felt so empty without him inside of you- but then he thrust forward again and you whimpered as he once again stretched you out. How could something hurt and yet feel so, so good?


But he was too slow - too nice - too considerate. And you wanted to be ravaged. With a growl, you pushed him off of you and settled on top of him, rubbing your smooth pussy against the underside of his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned, and you held your breath as you plunged yourself down on his massive member.


The pleasure outweighed the pain this time, and a few thrusts later, it was all gone - lost somewhere in a fog of bliss. He filled every part of you, touching places you hadn’t known existed, and you rode him with a furious passion.


“Y/N,” Hoseok grunted. “I’m… getting close. You need to get off.”


You heard him. you really did. you just didn’t care. you increased your pace - your own orgasm was near and you wanted to reach it the same time he did. His hands - when had they reached your waist? - tried to slow you. You could tell he was only giving you a token resistance. If he’d really wanted you off of him, he could have lifted you off of him at any time. But he didn’t, so you didn’t stop. Couldn’t actually.  You were so close…


The next time he called your name, his entire body tensed and trembled beneath you. Long, thick, hot ropes of his cum erupted in your pussy and you screamed as your own orgasm consumed you. Fuck, there was so much cum - you didn’t think he’d ever stop. You almost wished it wouldn’t. Long moments later, you let yourself collapse atop him - panting and trembling. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.


When you both had time to catch your breath, he murmured, “So… we’re good, right? You’re on the pill or something?”


“Yeah,” you chuckled.


“Oh, good…” he smiled. “Because that was amazing.”


“More than amazing,” you assured him, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.


“So does that make up for last night?”


You leaned up off his chest as you looked into his hooded eyes, “you bet your ass it does”


You both dressed slowly, taking most of your time to stop and kiss, or tease each other, and then packed up the games. By the time you were done and looked at the time, it had already been past 9 PM. Where the hell did time go? You said your goodbyes and shared you last kiss before leaving the room and heading to the dorm you shared with Namjoon.


You weren’t expecting to see Namjoon sitting in the dark with only a reading light near his bed on and it almost scared you half to death. You noticed his clenched jaw and the movie he held aggressively tight in your hands when it dawned on you. You had totally forgotten about movie night.


“Namjoon… I’m-” you didn’t have an excuse, you fucked up.


Namjoon sprung off the bed and brushed passed you, not even wasting his time to hear a bullshitted excuse you still tried to think of. He slammed the door behind himself and you instantly jumped by the impact. Just when everything was on the right track again, you had the best of luck with fucking it up again.

How the hell are you going to make up for this one smart one?


A/N- I’m not sure if ill write part three but if I do its more than likely the end of this short series. feedback is encouraged to motivate me to write but PLEASE do not pressure me by asking me when the next part will be out. I get overwhelmed too fam

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Middle of the Night

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie/Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 792


It was well after midnight when you heard your front door being assaulted by a barrage of knocks. You jumped out of bed, your first thought going to your parents who were out of town visiting a sick relative and the possibility that something had happened to them. when you reached the front door you hesitated for a second and grabbed the metal baseball bat from it’s place next to the coat hanger. You nervously looked through the peep hole then sighed in relief and raised your eyebrows in confusion at the sight of shirtless Archie Andrews.

You set the bat back in it’s place before opening the door. Archie barged through.

“Hello to you too.” You muttered as you closed the door. 

You heard him go into the kitchen and followed, turning on the light as you weren’t as comfortable standing in the dark as Archie was it seemed. You raised an eyebrow as you took him in fully, he was glistening-deliciously-with sweat and was slightly panting as he leaned against the counter. And he was looking at you rather intensely.

“Did you run here?” You leaned next to him.

“Yeah.” He panted, his gaze never wavering from you it was getting unnerving.

“Are…you okay?” You asked him slowly.

“Yeah.” He repeated.

You nodded before hitting him on the shoulder. The look on his face went from intense to bewildered which definitely made you feel better.

“What was that for?!” He asked.

“Seriously? It’s the middle of the night! You’re lucky it’s just me right now.” You yelled. “Plus you scared the shit out of me because I thought you were the police telling me something happened to my parents because usually only bad news follow a pounding on the front door in the middle of the night! And there’s nothing wrong with you that I can see so why the hell are you here?”

You really didn’t mean to yell. You also knew that Archie wouldn’t be there for no reason but it was the middle of the night and you were not pleasant when you were tired.

“Is there something going between you and Reggie?” He asked, almost snapping.

For a moment it was as if Archie had suddenly grown three extra heads. You and Reggie? Reggie was cute but he was also far too much of an asshole. And a bit of an idiot.

“Why do you care?” You asked. You were just going to say no but the way he asked was completely out of character.  

You and Archie had a very interesting friendship. You two flirted, even made out a few times but there had never been any conversation about possibly exclusively getting together and you never talked about potential lovers because why would you? You would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Archie but you were fine with the way things were. However, you had backed off when he told you about him and miss Grundy because that was too much weirdness for you (which you told him).

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He asked in disbelief. You threw your hands out exasperated.

“You came to my house in the middle of the night to ask about Reggie and me? Yeah, I’m gonna ask you why. This could have waited until tomorrow.” You said.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-” Archie ran a hand through his hair. “Reggie has been talking about you. Nothing bad. And saw you two earlier today flirting. I don’t want you to get hurt. Reggie is a player. You deserve more than that.”

“You’re a sweet guy Arch.” You sighed. “But despite of whatever signs you were seeing or whatever Reggie is saying, there is nothing happening between us.”

Archie relaxed slightly, leaning once more against the counter next to you. You two stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments. Your exhaustion slowly crashed around you. You looked at your gorgeous ginger friend for a second. He was more relaxed. Not as glistening with sweat. You thought you could see some goose bumps starting to pop up on his skin. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Arch. Why did you come here so late?”

He looked at you. That intense look he had before appeared again. This time you weren’t uncomfortable being the focus.

“I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Reggie.” His voice had dropped low so you had to lean in to hear that last sentence.

“Do you feel better now that you got your answer?” You asked him.

For a moment, he just looked at you and you didn’t say anything else. Neither of you really realized that the gap between you two was getting smaller until you felt his breath on your lips when he spoke next.

“No.”

Meeting the Gallagher’s (Carl Imagine)

“My family is fucked up.” Carl reminded you for what feels like the thousandth time.
You rolled your eyes and laughed kissing him quickly as you walked down the street towards his house “Remind me… who doesn’t have a fucked up family?” you asked and raised an eyebrow.
Carl nodded “But you haven’t met Frank yet.” he reminded and you took a moment to think of who Frank was exactly. Carl had a huge family; it was hard to keep up with the stories he would tell about them. You two had only been dating for about two or three weeks so you were kind of trying to figure each other out. It was one of those relationships that clicked. Your friends introduced you and within a hour you were hooking up and within the week you were dating. It was new and exiting and just felt good.
“Oh! You’re Dad, are you two alike?” you asked, curiously trying to remember stories Carl had told about him.
Carl let out a breathy laugh and shook his head “If I am ever like Frank Gallagher, beat the shit out of me.” he said. “Anyways, I wouldn’t get your hopes up on meeting him. He is either everywhere you turn or nowhere to be found.”
“Got it. At least I already know Debs.” You said and it was true. You two had met in passing and you got along well enough. As you were planning what to say when you saw Deb, Carl stopped in front of a house and nodded. “This is it.” he said and you nodded.
“Sweet.” You said before walking into the gate without getting permission from Carl. Carl scoffed and followed after you.
You opened the front door and immediately saw the man passed out on the floor. “That is Frank.” Carl said and led you farther inside as you looked around.
“Aw you look alike.” You cooed and Carl groaned “Shut up.” he said.
You didn’t have long to process what was happening before two boys had a choke hold on Carl.
“Well look who it is.” the ginger one said.
The other one smirked and gave Carl a noogie before turning to you and sticking out a hand “Lip.” he said and you shook his head and the ginger nodded towards you “Ian.” he said.
“Oh hey I’m…” you started before getting cut off by and girl in her late 20s.
“We know. Carl sprang it on us last night that he has a girl and was bringing her around. I swear one day he’s going to just show up married with a couple kids.” she joked. “I’m Fiona.” she said and hugged you.
You heard footsteps coming down the stairs and you looked over and saw Deb walking down with who you assumed was Liam, the only sibling you were able to identify by name. “Hey good to see you again!” Deb said.

About a hour later you were in the kitchen with all them, eating dinner with the neighbors Kevin and Veronica who Carl told you were pretty much family too.
“Please tell us you don’t have a criminal record.” Kevin said. “We can’t have another young criminals on our hands.”
You laughed and shook your head “Surprisingly no. My mom is screwing a cop so they don’t really mess with me.” you admitted.
Ian raised an eyebrow “Shut up! When Fiona screwed a cop Lip and I were arrested!” he exclaimed and him and Lip immediately began rambling about their adventures in jail.
The laughs quickly quieted however when Frank stumbled into the kitchen and sat in a chair, taking a sip from a beer that was sitting on the table. It was silent for a moment before he looked at you and took a second before saying “Who the hell are you.”
“My girl.” Carl told his dad and Frank raised his eyebrows and nodded.
“Nice catch. Wouldn’t mind fucking her myself.” he said.
Fiona groaned “Oh come on Frank!” she yelled while Lip added “You’re such a fucking pervert.” and Ian contributed an annoyed “You just have to make things weird don’t you.” but Carl looked at you and shrugged.
“I guess my dad and I have the same taste in girls.” he said and smirked, winking at you. “But only one of us can screw you.”
You laughed and squeezed his thigh “Well one of you already has and I would like to keep it that way.” you said.

Quiet Nights

A.N./ I tried my best and hope you enjoy! Thanks to the anon that requested me to write it :) -Admin Katherine

Request:  Jimin scenario where you’re his best non-idol friend and they kiss bc of truth or dare?? Things can get a little freaky with the kiss. ;) and Jimin holds you the rest of the night and won’t let any of the boys touch you cause you’re on his lap the whole night

Rating: PG-13

Story Type: Mature, JiminxReader

Member: BTS PARK JIMIN

     Authors note: Thank you so much for specifically requesting me, anon! This is my first scenario so please enjoy and send feedback! Thank you :) -Admin Katherine

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you said to Jungkook, a grin plastered to your face as you stared straight at him.

Jungkook took a moment as if he were really contemplating his decision. He even went as far to raise his eyebrow in a quizzical expression. When he already knew what he was going to say the moment the game had start. “Kiss Jimin,” Jungkook finally decided, sending a blush spreading across your face and the orange haired boy next to you.

     It had been no secret that you and Jimin had liked each other for years. But once he had became an idol, your chances with Jimin were eliminated. That didn’t stop you two from being friends though. Every Friday night after your shift had finished, you would head over to the boys flat to hangout. You would usually only lounge around and watch movies together but for whatever reason this friday night was different.

“And not just a peck! You have to mean it! Like actually make out,” Taehyung added, breaking your train of thought. Taehyung looked at you, mouthing “ You better make it interesting.” A whine soon made its way past your lips.  "No complaining! You’re the one who said dare in the first place,“ Jungkook reminded you. You sighed and turned to Jimin, who looked just as embarrassed as you. He was already looking at your lips as you pouted at the perverted yet innocent looking, maknae. You look at Namjoon and Jin who are covering their eyes while Taehyung was recording on his iPhone to capture this rare moment.

    With a big sigh, as you were both nervous and flustered, you felt yourself scooting closer to Jimin as both of you slowly began to lean closer together.  You felt his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. Your lips barely ghosted over each other yet you could feel your heart pounding against your ribs. You could feel his breathe on your lips as you hesitated to close the gap.

    "You know, I don’t think that’s how you make out,” Yoongi laughed after a moment and the others all made comments in agreement. You felt Jimin’s grip on your waist tighten before he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his waist. He soon deepened the kiss and used his tongue to taste you, accidentally making you softly moan. You nearly pulled away from the “kiss” as you realized how prevented it was that six other men were watching you get it on. Your ass was pressed right against Jimin’s crotch, making him groan into your mouth. His hands slowly made their way up the back of you shirt as you both moaned simultaneously. Lost in the moment, you began to grind down on him before several sounds of discomfort were made behind you. “You two need to either get a hotel or knock it off,” Hoseok laughed softly. You made a tiny noise and quickly pulled away from Jimin and as you moved to get off his lap, he pulled you close again. “Just stay here please,” Jimin asked softly, making your heart melt. You nodded in agreement but moved your legs so it wasn’t to sexual. You stayed there all night, curled up in his arms as the others continued to talk. Jimin stroked your hair until you eventually fell asleep.

Later in the night, once everyone went to bed, Jungkook went to help take you out of Jimin’s arms but Jimin was quick to make a whining noise. “Hyung, come on. Everyone’s going to bed,” Jungkook huffed, looking annoyed. “It’s fine. I don’t wanna wake her. I’ll just stay here,” Jimin mumbled. Jungkook shrugged and walked away. And so the two of you spent the rest of the night like that. Him holding you in his arms and switching from gently stroking your hair to softly kissing your cheek. It was just another quiet night.

Brilliant

So I accidentally put blunt instead of joint a few times, hopefully I fixed them all. Enjoy stoned brendon
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Everything was hilarious. I men, even Brendons burps were hilarious.

“YO YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?” Brendon asked, really loudly.

“What should we do?” I asked.

“We should read the milk fic,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. My brain was so clouded that I immediately thought it was the best idea.

“Dude! We should!” I laughed, almost rolling on the floor from his ‘brilliant’ idea.

He got his phone out and began reading it. I lit a new joint and took a puff, maybe 2. Brendon stopped reading and watched me exhale the smoke from my nose. He giggled when I saw him.

“What?” I asked, giggling along with him.

“I’m dating a pot smoking badass!” He exclaimed. We both laughed really hard at this.

“Want a drag?” I asked, after a moment, still sorta chuckling.

“Obviously,” He said, taking the joint from me and taking a really long drag. Before he exhaled he pulled me into a kiss, blowing the smoke into my mouth.

We kissed for a moment, really enjoying the moment. When we separated, he took another long drag and passed the joint to me.

“You know,” Brendon started, but ended up just laughing.

“You know?” I asked, giggling.

“You’re really pretty,” He said, looking nervous.

“You are too!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Really? What a relief,” He sighed. I giggled and kissed him, leaving the joint in our ash tray.

“I love you, (y/n),” He said.

“I love the idea of you, too,” I whispered, almost not making it through the sentence with all my giggles. Brendon pouted, laying his head on my shoulder.

“Aw, I was kidding Brenny,” I laughed, nudging his head up to look at me, “I loooove yooou.”

“I’m lucky,” He said, “I’m dating a pot smoking badass that loves me!”

“And don’t let anyone forget it!” I yelled before kissing him again. Brendon ran his tongue across my bottom lip and I immediately let him in. We battled for dominance, (a battle he usually won) but I had the advantage and beat him. I pushed Brendon back onto the couch, laying him down as I straddled him.

“You’re so pretty,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head. I leaned down again and kissed him, grinding my hips down on his.

“Please, don’t tease,” He moaned, his member becoming hard, confined in his jeans. I made my way down his neck, sucking on the spot I know makes him weak. He whined and squirmed underneath me. I separated from his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, with his help. I leaned down and kissed behind his ear.

“Oh baby, you look so beautiful,” I whispered, biting down on his ear lobe.

“Please, I need you,” He moaned. I ground down on his hips again, feeling his erection through his (and my own) jeans.

“Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” I whispered, trailing my lips down his neck to his chest.

“Please, I need to be in you,” He moaned. I chuckled.

“Just straight to it, right?” I asked, Brendon nodded, biting his lips until he drew blood.

“Please,” He panted. I chuckled again, bringing my hand down to his jeans and popping the button, pulling them down when he raised his hips.

“Baby, you’re so hard, did I do this?” I asked, “did I make you all hot and bothered?”

“Yes, only you!” He moaned when I laid my hand on him, through his boxers.

“What a shame you want to speed this up, I wanted to blow you,” I chided.

“Please! Fuck! Anything, please,” He panted, bucking his hips when I slid my hand into his boxers.

“You little slut, so ready for me,” I said. Beginning to pump him in his boxers. He moaned and bucked his hips into my hand. I pulled down his boxers quickly and watched his erection spring free.

“You still want me to suck you off, baby? do you want to feel my lips stretched around your cock?” I asked, pumping him slowly, spreading the precum over his shaft.

“Fuck, your mouth, please, oh my god,” He moaned. I tsked him.

“Such a dirty slut, begging for me to let him fuck my mouth. Is that what you want baby?” I asked, getting closer to his member.

“Please-” He cut himself of with a moan when I took him into my mouth. I took him inch by inch and only gagged a little as I went. I slowly began pumping him, playing with his balls as I heard him moan loudly. I licked up the large vein at the bottom of his cock and elicited a large moan from him.

“I’m not gonna last!” He moaned, and I pulled off. He whined at the sudden loss but moaned when he saw me pull down my leggings.

“Are you sure you want me baby?” I asked, straddling his thighs.

“Please, I need to be in you,” He moaned. He sat up and brought me into a long and sloppy kiss, only cut off when I sunk down on his member. We both moaned at the feeling.

“So good baby, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned, kissing he neck as I bounced up and down on his member.

“Ah, I love you baby,” He moaned, and I knew what that meant.

“No coming until I say so,” I whispered, biting down on his neck. He whined when I said this, bucking his hips upward as I drove him crazy with stimulation. He brought his fingers down to my clit and rubbed it in fast circular motions. I teetered on the edge until he finally hit my g-spot, making my back arch and vision go white. I came really hard, my walls clenching around him, making it hard for him not to come.

“You can come now,” I whispered. He moaned and pulled out, stroking himself to his end and coming all over our lower stomachs. I wiped it off my stomach and put my fingers in his mouth, hearing him moan at the taste. I leaned down and licked him clean. He laid back, trying to even out his breathing as I wrapped the blanket we had on the back of the sofa around us. When our breathing finally evened out, I picked up the joint in the ash tray, still burning, and took a long drag. Brendon nudged he, motioning for the joint, but instead I turned to him and breathed out the smoke that was stuck in my lungs into a kiss.

When we pulled away Brendon was smiling like an idiot.

“What?” I asked, taking another drag before passing the joint to him.

“I love you, so much,” He said. I buried my head in his neck and smiled.

“I love you too.”