and his favorite boots

anonymous asked:

You know how when a guy is hard and it doesn't wanna go down? What about Y/n being horny and keeps going back at Harry to touch her? and he teases her like "What's wrong baby, you've been getting in me pants all day,am I that irresistible?" and she'll just roll her eyes and starts undressing

this hurt me more than it’s gonna hurt you fUCK.

So let’s say they’ve been out all day.

They attended Niall’s cook out and the entire time, she’s basically all over him.

She hates it. Hates it because she’s usually in control and can keep her shit down but today there’s just something kicking around her system that won’t leave her be.

Maybe it’s how good Harry looks, clad in black skinny jeans, his favorite tan boots and a striped, casual, short-sleeve button up. His hair’s all fluffy and soft from blow-drying it this morning, jaw covered with faint scruff from not shaving for a few days. He smells devine, his cologne a mixture of ocean salts and woodsy smoke, swirling in her lungs and nearly suffocating her in the best way possible. His lips look extra pink and juicy, the skin flushed of raspberry and looking soft and supple– perfect to bite on. He has his sunglasses tucked back into his hair so that his jaw and cheekbones are on full display, the muscles ticking as he talks or swallows or smiles or laughs and, fuck, how can someone be so beautiful with so little effort?

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Prompt: “Out of all the things you’ve stuck in your mouth…that’s my least favorite one.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @jensen-jarpad


Dean never wanted you.

He never wanted the pain.

He never wanted the anxiety.

He never wanted the uncertainty.

You invaded his world to the point of no return and he tried grasping at any hint of sanity that presented itself. It was over the second his eyes landed on your curvaceous form, the minute his breath hitched from the glimpse of your smile, the hour you unabashedly talked his ear off about your fluffy German Shepherd.

You wormed your way into Dean’s life so effortlessly that it was unsettling. He exhausted any and all possibilities trying to find out how this occurred. It took months of investigating and plenty of persuasion from Sam, Bobby and Cas but the truth was finally revealed. 

It wasn’t a shitty spell by Rowena wanting to teach him a lesson. It wasn’t some fake reality created by Gabriel for his amusement. And it wasn’t some sick joke Crowley orchestrated out of boredom.

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anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
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After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

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It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

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I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

midnight star (1)

genre: thief!au

star of the show: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 2,303 words

author’s note: the first part to a 7 part series because I’ve had this idea for too long and I love Taeyong.    

other parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

Originally posted by itsmyluxion

opening line: “A thief who steals to feed his own competitive ego, Lee Taeyong has never tried to steal something as intangible as a heart before, let alone yours.” 

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i feel like chidi spends too much time being the hand-wringing angel-on-the-shoulder… he hardly gets to indulge his own personality, 90% of his dialogue’s like “no u can’t do [wacky plan with collateral damage]!! the ethics!!1!!” and i want to see more of the chidi who painted tahani as a ballerina & told a man just out of surgery that he hated his favorite boots

|| hopeless triangle ||

I’m very excited to post this, and no tagging list for now since I’m writing this all on my phone.

For this story, I’m fan-casting h-rrison -sterfield as Harry Osborn, and if you’d like more stories with this concept, let me know ♡

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“Ahhh, I have such a huge crush on Harry, but I’m afraid he’ll never go for a girl like me.”

Peter freezes when he hears you state that in a matter of fact manner. He quickly loses his appetite, pushing his lunch tray away from him as the apprehension quickly began to settle in his stomach.

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Something you can't fake (smut)

It was stupid, really. You don’t even know why you did it. And if someone asked you why, you couldn’t give them a valid reason. You and Harry went out that night, and as usual, he looked good enough to take a bite out of. A mop of short curls piled on top of his head, green eyes bright as ever, a floral shirt and tight jeans covering his body and his favorite black Gucci boots on his clumsy feet. You don’t know how you got so lucky. And this is exactly the reason you dragged Harry out of the party early. You both had already had a few drinks, so you didn’t care about the commotion you were making in the backseat. His lips were all over you, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. You swung a leg over his lap, grinding yourself on his skin tight jeans, feeling him get harder with each swivel of your hips. You began to unbutton his shirt and lick down his neck and he let out a moan. 

“Shhh” you giggled against his skin and pressed your lips to his again. Your tongue ran across his full bottom lip and pushed itself into his mouth, tasking the sugar from his drink on his tongue. His finger tips had an iron grip on your hips as his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, tugging on it. 

“H…”

“Shhh” he smirked up at you. 

The driver cleared his throat, “We’re here. Have a good evening.” he said impatiently.

“Sorry. You have a good one, mate.” Harry said politely. He picked you up and carried you up the walkway, through the front door and to your bedroom, where he playfully threw you on the bed. You watched him as he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. Harry walked over to you and placed himself between your open legs, pulling down your dress and wrapped his soft lips around your nipple.

You tangled your fingers in his freshly cut hair and moaned out his name. Your dress was then pulled down your legs and left carelessly on the floor. Before you could even blink, Harrys lips were wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it, while one of his fingers gently traced your dripping hole. 

“Always so sweet for me baby. Such a good girl.” he nearly moaned as he licked up your juiced and pressed kissed to your inner thighs. 

“God H, please fuck me. I need you.” 

He rid himself of his shirt, jeans and boxers and climbed back between your legs. The tip of his leaking cock was rubbed on your clit and entrance before he pushed himself inside you in one fluid motion. He always managed to feel so good inside you. You were convinced that he was made for you. Harry was the perfect length and thickness for you, always giving you that delicious stretch and burn you needed and he was the perfect shape to rub against that little spot inside you that could make you scream for him. 

He let his head drop to the crook of your neck and press sweet kisses there, as you wrapped your legs around him. “Shit, baby your pussy is always so fucking tight for me. Always taking my cock so well.” 

You looked up at your beautiful boy, but his eyes were glued to the place where you were connected. 

“Look at that…so pretty.” he said breathlessly. His thumb came up to rub your clit in tiny circular motions just the way you like and you could feel your high approaching. You clenched around him and bucked your hips up 

“Shit Harry!” you clenched around him again, and you’re sure thats that did your beautiful boy in. He stilled above you and let his swollen lips fall open, as white hot ribbons of his cum coated your walls. 

“Oh fucking hell (y/n).” he let out another groan and let himself collapse in your arms. Your fingers messaged his scalp and you rubbed his back, as he returned from his high. Then the realization hit you - you were so busy watching Harry that you didn’t cum. Harry lifted himself up off you and let his eyes scan over your flushed face. 

“Did you…?” he asked you in a raspy voice. You didn’t know what to tell him, so you told him what you thought he wanted to hear, 

“Yes, of course.” you let you hands gently hold each side of his face before you leaned up to give him another kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he gave you a look that automatically let you know he knew you were lying. You had never looked someone in the eye and lied to them like that, let alone Harry. 

“’K” he said sharply. He kissed your cheek and rolled over, turning off the light and went to bed. 


“You what?!” exclaimed your best friends at the same time. You had to tell someone about the events of last night. 

“Harry Styles made you fake an orgasm? Dear God, what has this world come to? I though Harry was some kind of sex God.” said your friend Jasmine in shock.

“Trust me, he is. It’s just…I don’t know what happened. It was going great and I was about to, but it was like someone pulled a rug from under me. I got so caught up in him, that I forgot about me. And the worst part about it is, I lied to him about it, and he knew it instantly. I thought I was protecting his ego.”

“Honestly…” started your friend Sara, “He’s probably more hurt about the fact that you feel like you couldn’t tell him the truth, rather than the fact that you didn’t orgasm. I think you should talk to him.”


As soon as you heard the front door close, your heart started racing. He didn’t announce he was home like he usually does, so you found him at the door, kicking off his shoes and scrolling through his phone. 

“Hi baby! How was your day?” you asked him kissing his jaw. He tensed under your lips. 

“Fine. Yours?” he said coldly. 

“It was alright. I made you dinner. Pasta, your favorite.” you said sweetly following him into the kitchen. 

The two of you ate in silence, Harry being cold and distant. 

“Look, Harry I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have lied to you.” 

“No. No you should not have. Am I not pleasing you? Is that what it is?” he looked up at you with sad, worried eyes.

“Oh gosh Harry no! H, you love me better than anyone else ever could. You know that.”

“Then why’d you fake it, and then lie about it?” 

You paused for a minute, “I don’t know. I thought I was protecting you. I thought your ego would take too big of a hit knowing you didn’t get me off. So i lied. I realize now that was stupid, and it would’ve been better to just tell you the truth. I’m so sorry baby.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. “No baby its my fault. I was too wrapped up in you and in how good you made me feel to notice you weren’t acting how you normally do when you cum. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. This is mu fault and I’m sorry.”

He leaned down to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. He picked you up as he pressed kissed to your neck.

“H, where are we going?”

“Well I have to make it up to you, don’t I?”


well here it is the long awaited! (also its been a hot minute since I’ve written smut so forgive me lol) 

John’s favorite shoes are the velcro kind; it’s not that he can’t tie them, but they’re less likely to come undone this way. At some point his feet are too big to attain any, and he keeps his laces double-knotted at all times, preferring to cram his foot into his shoe painfully over just untying/retying them.

Jade’s favorite shoes are boots; they have good traction, they’re tall enough that nothing gets inside, waterproof, and they look really cool. She likes the ones that lace really high, and when she wears trousers she likes them tucked into her boots. When in a skirt, she goes with combat boots so they don’t rub against her shins. 

Rose’s favorite shoes are heels, ideally, but she doesn’t like to wear them initially because they hurt her feet. She sticks to vans at first, but eventually decides to tough it out and go with high heels. She gets used to them, and owns different styles for different outfits; she doesn’t wear them for the height, as there aren’t any shoes that will make her look tall next to Kanaya. 

Dave’s favorite shoes are men’s dress shoes. He wears a lot of Converse as a kid, which he still does like later on, but he prefers the classier looking shoe over the trainers. He calls it ironic at first, dropping the modifier eventually and just pointing out that they look sweet. He has them in a few different styles, some that Rose says she likes a lot, and others which look far too “Texan” in her opinion. 

Jared Leto x Reader

Requested by Anon: “What about the reader planning their wedding with Jared and he is super excited about all the details! Saw a gif about it the other day and want a full on story <3 If that’s lame, thats cool too 😂😂😂 I’m not goof with this stuff.

So I went a little above and beyond with this! There is link below for the song for their first dance, I hope you like it!💕

Whitney Houston x All The Man That I Need

The curtains billowed in the cool morning breeze, followed by the the alarm screeching at you. Without looking you shut it off and rolled over to give Jared a morning breath kiss, only to find that he was gone. 

‘What time is it?’ 

You sat up to check the clock and saw that the room was full of bouquets of different sizes and different types of flowers, each more pretty than the last. Slowly you got out of bed and walked over to the nearest one, running your hand over the soft petals of the roses. You picked a white rose out of the bunch and held it up to your nose, breathing in the fresh and sweet scent of the flower.  

‘How’d he get all of this in here without waking me up?’

You walked out of the room and found that the hallway was just as packed with flowers as the room was. A smile crept across your face as you strolled among them, it was just like walking through a meadow in spring. The house smelled natural and heavenly.

‘What is all of this?’ 

The entire house was filled almost floor to ceiling with flower arrangements. When you found Jared, he was sitting at the island in the kitchen, surrounded by flowers and paperwork with his laptop in front of him. You leaned against the wall, bringing the rose to your nose once again, watching him as he worked. His brow was furrowed as he looked back and forth between the papers and laptop.

“Hey there handsome.” His face lit up as soon as he saw you. He left his work and practically ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled as he set you down and placed a gently kiss on your cheeks.

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“What is all of this?” you pointed the rose to the flower arrangements that surrounded the both of you in the kitchen. 

“Your bouquet!”

“Jared, there is more than one here and they’re all so big!” you said laughing at how overzealous he was being. He looked around the room like there was nothing unusual about the amount of flowers that were in the house.

“Yeah I know but I you haven’t picked what you wanted yet and I figured that this was a perfect reason to shower you in flowers.” 

“Spoiling me already are you?” He took the rose from your hand and placed it between his teeth, he grabbed your hand and took a step back, swinging his arm behind him dramatically.

“Oh, you know it baby!” He pulled your arm and spun you into him, holding you from behind he started to sway to a song that only he could hear. Just then the phone rang and he left you to run over to it. 

“Hello?” You walked into the living room leaving him to his phone call and see what other kinds of flowers were laying around. You stopped in front of an arrangement of red roses made to look like a giant heart. You smiled warmly as you looked around at the others.

“BABE!” You ran back into the kitchen to see him packing up his papers and his laptop and putting them away. His hair swinging around his shoulders as he moved at top speed.

“What’s up buttercup?” You walked up behind him placing your arms around his waist hugging him, trying to slow him down. He was so excited about the wedding that he took over the appointments so that you could relax.

“You and I are going to go have breakfast and then an appointment at the reception hall, the florist and then a cake tasting!” He sounded like a kid that just found out they were about they were on their way to Disney.  You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as you held him in your arms.

“Come on, we have to get dressed and go!” He spun around in your arms and picked you up by your waist slinging you across his shoulder, you screamed as he spanked you before taking the stairs two at a time. When he reached the room he threw you on the bed, not missing a beat he slid in between your legs and kissed you passionately. 

“God, I love you.” He said looking deep into your eyes. His eyes always made you feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. You loved the way he looked at you even when you were in trouble.

“God, I love you.” You said back to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You brushed his hair behind his ear before smacking his shoulders. Sliding from underneath him you went to the closet to pick out both of your outfits. You set out a black muscle shirt, black pants and his favorite black boots, picking a pink dress and sandals for yourself while Jared showered. You joined him in the bathroom to brush your teeth finding it hard to not join him in the shower.

“Come on Jesus, were going to be late.” You took his hand in yours and led him out the house. When you reached the car he stopped you and opened the door for you then skipped over to the driver’s side. He sped down the driveway towards the city, the wind whipping both your hair and his around.


“How many flavor’s of cake can there be?” You said as you plopped down on the couch exhausted from the cake tasting. You kicked off your sandals and covered your face with one of the pillows on the couch. You could hear Jared laughing at you from across the room, without looking you threw the pillow at him knowing that you’d probably missed. The pillow came flying across the room and land square on your chest.

“You seemed a little stressed, my love. Allow me to help.” You watched as Jared knelt down and rested his head on your stomach, you ran your fingers through his long soft brown hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Your skin is so soft, do you moisturize?” You felt his hand traveling up your leg starting at you rankle. His hand reached your inner thigh and he began to rub your skin in small slow circles 

“No, Jared we said we would wait.” He looked up at you pouting as you continued to rub his head. You laughed at the face he made and rested your head on the back of the couch and closed your eyes.

“But waiting is for…patient people.” He whined 

“Its okay, just one more week, baby.” You said smiling down at him. You imagined him in his tuxedo watching you walk down the aisle, Shannon and Tomo at his side. You couldn’t wait for the day that you would officially become Mrs. Leto.

“What’re you thinking about?” He got up and sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You placed your head on his lap as he cradled you and you told him about how excited you were about your upcoming wedding day. 

“So what is the plan on the big day?” You asked looking up into his big blue eyes.

“Well the night before I’m going to stay with Shannon and then we get to start the new chapter of our lives together.” He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. He stared at you for a while rubbing the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to keep them open but exhaustion won.

“Is my blushing bride sleepy?” He said after you yawned. Carefully he picked you up and cradled you in is arms and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He set you down on your side of the bed and began to undress you.

He unzipped your dress and helped you to stand up so he could slide it off of you. You lost your balance as you attempted to step out of your dress, Jared caught you and held you close to him before setting you back down on the bed.

“Look at you, not even a drop of alcohol and you’re just all over the place.” He laughed as you hit him multiple times with one of the pillows on the bed. He grabbed your legs and laid them down on the bed and placed the warm covers over you. You turned and watched as he got undressed and slid into bed next to you. 

He pulled you closer and you pressed your face into his chest as he stroked up and down your back. He moved the hair out of your face and went back to rubbing your back

“Hummm.” Your voice was muffled by his chest. His laugh rumbled deep inside his chest making you smile. He began to hum for you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

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“(Y/N), you alright?” Your maid of honor asked you, her face betraying how concerned she was for you. She was floating around you all day making sure that your hair, make up and dress were perfect.

“Yeah (B/F/N), I’m just nervous is all.” A nervous laugh escaped you. Taking a deep breath and you stood up from your chair as she set the top of your veil in hair, placing the lace in front of you face. You looked at the door in fear when you heard the playlist begin. 

“Its time! I’ll see you out there, you look so beautiful.” She gave you a big hug and then dashed out of the room with the rest of your bridal party. You smoothed the lace on your gown trying to keep busy until your dad came to get you.

‘He’s not out there yet…I still have time.’

You rushed over to your phone and dialed his number. 

“Hey, baby.” Hearing his voice made the weight on her chest disappear. You felt relieved and happy to be talking to him.

“Hi.” exhaling the breath that you didn’t know that you were holding.

“What’s wrong?” he sounded concerned.

“I’m just nervous is all.” You said laughing at yourself.

“Its okay baby. I am too.” Hearing that he was nervous too made you feel so much better. It always seemed like he was never nervous or afraid of anything. He was the bravest person you knew and you were so happy to finally be his.

“They’re calling me out baby. I’ll see you soon.” He blew you a kiss through the phone and you returned it. You were pacing the room until your dad came in, ready to walk you down the aisle.

“You look beautiful honey.” You flashed your dad a huge smile then took another deep breath and linked your arm with your father’s, holding onto him for support. Your song began to play as the ushers opened the doors.

Everyone was up on their feet staring at you with their phones out taking pictures. You looked around the room shoot shy smiles at everyone, then you saw him. He stood there waiting for you, he watched you with those intense blue eyes, you could seen the excitement written all over his face. Soon it felt like it was only you and him in the room, everyone else disappeared except for you and Jared. 

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You heard the minister say something but you weren’t paying attention, you were completely focused on Jared. He walked up to you and took your arm from your father. You held onto him for dear life as he led you back to the minister.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He leaned forward and whispered in your ear causing you to blush bright red.


“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” Jared turned to you and lifted the veil and placed it behind you. He took your face in his hands and kissed you passionately, you giggled and kissed him back placing your hands on his. 

“I present to you, for the first time, Mr and Mrs. Leto.” Jared took your hand, locking your fingers together and raised it in the air with his while everyone stood up and cheered for you, Jared led you outside and everyone followed.

 Once you were outside Jared dropped your hand turned to you and picked you up by your waist and spun you around in the air. You screamed with laugher as he held you in the air, slowly bringing you back down to earth and kissed you once again. You heard Shannon and Tomo scream and when you looked over they were jumping up and down and rushing over to congratulate you two. 

“Welcome to the family, Mrs. Leto.” Jared said before they finally made it over.


Jared held you close as you both swayed to the music. Everyone was watching as you both stood in the middle of the floor for your first dance. He took your hand and stepped away from you and you did the same. He pulled your hand and you spun into him, landing against his chest at the climax of the song making everyone cheer.

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He kissed you once the song was over and passed you over to your father while he went to dance with his mom. Every so often you would look over and catch him watching you. Once this dance was over Jared walked over and took your hand again for another dance, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his, together you let the music move you. 

“I never want to let you go.” He kissed you softly on your nose and tears began to well in your eyes, this was the happiest day of your life and you couldn’t imagine spending it with any other person.

By the end of the night you were ready to sleep for a five months. Relatives and friends fighting for your attention to with you both “eternal happiness together.” Shannon and Tomo were packing the gifts into the limo and Jared ushered you away from everyone towards the car, knowing how exhausted you were. You both waved goodbye to everyone when you turned to him.

“What now?” You said, an excited smile spread across you face as you watched him fake concentration on his answer. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, knowing that you were two were finally married filled you with so much warmth.

“I’m thinking…Venice.” He looked down at you and then turned to everyone who was standing there waiting to send you off.

“WE’RE OFF TO VENICE!” for the billionth time that day everyone screamed and cheered as you got into the back of the limo. You poured yourself a glass of champagne while you waited for Jared to join you. 

When he got in, he tossed his jacket and bowtie to the side and rolled up the partition.  You watched him closely, completely unaware of what he was planning to do. He crawled over to you and took the champagne flute from you and finished it before kissing you fervently.

“I’ve waited long enough.” You yelped when he laid you on the seat suddenly, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him back.

“I love you, Mr. Leto.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Leto.”

The thing that finally sets Sam off, the thing that makes him lose his mind once an for all and bodily attack his older brother, is so innocuous as to not be believed.

Sam has seen Dean looking like many things. Sex god, that’s one of his favorites, with the boots and the jeans that hug his ass and bow legs just right. Hair spiked up and leather jacket with the collar turned up. That one usually comes with a smirk on his handsome face and it can make anyone want him.

He’s seen the scrub too. Laundry day, with the blood stained and ripped sweats, yellow tee shirt that used to be white.

He’s seen Dean mostly naked, water dripping from the tips of his hair down his back and chest, tiny motel towel tucked around his waist. That one still melts Sam’s brain enough that he couldn’t function to do anything.

No, what makes him snap is so domestic that it makes his heart squeeze.

He’s been up for a while, checking out the local news to see if there’s a case; much as he loves his time with Dean in the Impala, they both need to stay close to the bunker right now.

Dean shuffles into the kitchen in search of coffee. His hair’s a mess, flat on one side and standing up straight on the other. He’s wearing a rumpled but clean white tee shirt, tucked up on one side, like he’d been itching his hip and forgotten to pull it back down. His legs and feet were bare and he was wearing the oldest, most shapeless pair of boxers sam had ever seen. The patter was faded off the cotton, and they were so thin that sam could see the outline of deans soft dick to the left of the seam.

And it broke Sam’s brain.

He was up off his chair before his brain could process the actions of his body. He placed himself in Dean’s path and when those green eyes opened fully and looked up at him, he palmed the side of Dean’s face and kissed him, morning breath and all.

“Finally.” Dean breathed with a smile. “Back to bed?”

Marriage Material - Part 16 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15

Summary: in this chapter, you let it slip.

Warnings: language, REALLY MILD, REALLY REALLY QUICK IMPLIED sexual content (only the first 2 paragraphs, though, you can skip that part of it if you want)

A/N: HAHAHA WHAT AM I DOING WITH THIS FIC


Arm draped over Jim’s bare shoulders, the back of your hand muffling the final, loud moan that left your lips, your chest rose and collapsed against his. Seated atop the counter in your favorite exam room, your still booted leg was wrapped around his hips, your hold just as tight now as it was before as if you wanted to keep him there, keep him buried inside of you even as he softened.

There was a thin layer of sweat over your heated skin, your uniform unzipped and pulled down to sit bunched at your hips. Your underwear had been tossed somewhere, the flimsy fabric nowhere in sight when you were finally able to open your eyes and see through the bright white light that had overtaken you the instant he lowered his hand to rub circles against you as he hit that perfect spot while moving in and out with sharp thrusts.

There were strands of your hair that had fallen over your eyes, your cheeks still warm as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You sighed when the arm he had around your waist tightened— tight enough to knock the air out of you, tight enough to force your eyelids to flutter shut. You pressed your lips to his neck— once, twice, three times until you sat back enough to meet his gaze.

There were blue irises searching your widened, sparkling eyes. Jim thought he’d never seen something so beautiful and he hated how cliché it all was— how cliché it was that each time the two of you had sex, it seemed to be better than the last, how cliché it was that each time he looked at you after the two of you had sex, you seemed to have gotten more beautiful. He knew it was ridiculous to be so deeply in love with you when no words of any feelings had been exchanged, he knew it was ridiculous to be so deeply in love with you when you constantly told him said feelings were unimportant and not worth mentioning, when the only time you looked slightly dazed by him was after sex. It didn’t matter if the two of you were “dating”— everything was practically the same.

Before you could catch your breath completely, your nose bumped against his when he moved to press his lips to yours again, his rough hand skirting down your leg so you were hyper-aware of it hooked around him. You dropped your leg when his other hand enrobed itself in your hair, his fingers tangled in the locks until he could gently tug them back so he could kiss you deeper.

You could feel the kiss in your toes, in your fingertips, in every hair follicle on your body. You wanted to stay there, kissing him like it was supplying you with oxygen until the ship docked on Earth so he could carry you to his apartment and continue kissing you there. You hated the idea of that— of how deep you were in with him.

You broke the kiss first, your hands now flat against his chest that moved quick with jagged breaths, his heart beating fast under your fingertips. You looked up from the ring securely around your finger and smiled at him with swollen lips. “Heartbeat’s a little fast. But, other than that, I’d say you’re perfectly healthy.”

“You know, if physicals actually went this way, I’d show up for them without a problem.”

You laughed and pushed at his chest, a few steps from you forcing him out so you suddenly felt cold and empty. You shook your head to yourself at the feeling and slipped your arms back through your uniform, reaching back to pull your zipper up as much as possible. “I’m not your doctor anymore but I’m sure Len would—”

“No more sex with Bones jokes, starlight,” he scolded once the used condom was tied and tossed into the trash.

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“You’re looking kinda green around the gills, Spock.”

“That would be due to my Vulcan blood, doctor.”

“No, I mean you’re growing gills.”

At first, Spock thinks, surely McCoy is joking. But the assumption quickly fades when he sees the look on McCoy’s face. He touches the side of his neck and his fingers come away slightly slimy. He looks at his hand and see scales.

There’s the usual panic whenever unexplainable phenomena occur. He winds up in the isolation ward with Chapel, who is in full hazmat gear and is carrying a bottle of water with a spray top. She spritzes him occasionally and that helps with the itchy, dry skin, but it doesn’t stop the slow progression of the disease. If it is a disease.

It takes only a week for his legs to fuse together, skin growing first dry, then rough, the scaly. He forgoes pants and mourns the fact he can no longer wear his favorite boots with the little black heel. His feet flatten and shift into flowing fins. The scales are smooth to the touch now, and match the pale green scales on the back of his hands. Thankfully his upper body remains relatively the same, but now he’s heaving trouble breathing.

McCoy discovers the diseases isn’t communicable and then spends four sleepless nights in his room, along with Scotty and Chekov, and together the four of them build a tank that Spock can submerge himself in. At least he won’t suffocate in the meantime. It takes days for them to get the salinity right and meanwhile Spock is sluggish and tired all the time. Sulu transplants some seaweed and rocks into the tank and Spock tells him it’s illogical, but secretly he feels better anyway.

After the tank is complete McCoy refuses to leave, even though Spock is fine for the time being. Spock curls his tail up to his body and watches as McCoy eventually passes out, slumped against the glass. The glass is warmer where his body is, and Spock presses against it. He thinks he can feel McCoy’s dreams through the glass, but they are muddied by the water. Fuzzy and disjointed. Like passing through a haze.

Work on a cure is slow. Or perhaps a cure will never come. Spock has trouble parsing McCoy’s increasingly vague updates. He finds himself growing isolated. Alone. He can’t even work, because he can’t bring the electronics into the tank with him.

He calls McCoy in and demands to be let out.

He touches his hand to the glass as McCoy lists all the reasons that he shouldn’t be out and about. Spock neatly negates them all and finally McCoy stops and sighs. Spock thinks he’s smiling.

“Got something for you.”

It’s a breathing device.

He still has to be fully submerged once every four hours, and he needs to use a wheelchair to get around, but now he’s free. He tries to go to his quarters but McCoy stops him.

“Oh no, no more slacking. You’re fit for duty.”

McCoy wheels him, protesting, to the turbolift. He’s shocked to find that ramps have been installed along the way. And on the bridge Jim’s chair is gone, and in its place is a sunken wading pool. 

“Sulu and Chekov already love it,” Jim tells him with a grin. “They’ve been competing to see who can get the most ridiculous swimwear past dress code.”

Spock looks over to where Sulu is at the helm in a command-gold bikini and Chekov is wearing three pairs of Bermuda shorts, one pair on his legs and another on each arm. He’s fairly certain none of that meets dress code, but he says nothing. He’s too thankful. 

He feels McCoy standing by his workstation. When he looks up, McCoy is smiling.

“I’ll get back to work on that cure.”

“Take your time, Doctor,” Spock says, his voice accented now with the sound of popping bubbles. “There is no urgency.”

He curls his tail up to his body and gets to work mapping the stars.

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My Sunshine (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Summary: Connor is a goth cutie…or is he???

TW: Bad writing? OOC Connor? Jared’s humor? idk…

Author’s Note: This is my first story I hope y’all like it. I do requests and also if you enjoy this story like reblog or shoot me a message!!! :)

Word Count: ~1400


            It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Connor Murphy only wore black. Day after day, he would show up to school wearing his favorite black hoodie, faded black skinny jeans, and chunky black boots. You on the other hand were the opposite, being lovingly called My Sunshine by your boyfriend because of your love of colors. You loved wearing pretty colors, they made you feel happy and free. You constantly wondered if finding at least one color Connor would like would have the same effect on Connor as they did to you. You’ve bought him different colored clothes before, but he would never wear them out of the house. It frustrated you whenever you would try to incorporate some sort of color into his wardrobe. It wasn’t like you were trying to get him to wear anything close to what you wear, but a simple navy or dark green just to get him out of his color rut. He would just roll his eyes and throw your gifts whether it be a shirt or jeans in his closet, before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bed.

          Even when meeting your parents Connor was dressed up head to toe in his usual black ensemble. Although he would do anything for you, changing his style was not part of the deal. He didn’t like change plain and simple, so he kept wearing black and you kept leaving these conversations feeling defeated. Eventually you stopped trying to get Connor to change, realizing that Connor in black is who you love and want to love for the rest of your life. It wasn’t even that big of a deal, it’s just a color.

            Every other week your family gets together to hang out and barbeque and as much as you love your family and they love you, they were never short on discussing things about you that even you didn’t know. Their favourite thing to talk about was what you wore to these gatherings. You usually figured out an outfit with your best friend Alana but she was out of town visiting colleges this weekend. Stressed out, you called Connor over to make your suffering a little more bearable. He wasn’t really that much of a help saying you looked gorgeous in everything, but you would never pass up on time spent with your boyfriend.

            “C’mon Connor, which one is your favorite?” You said, holding out two different dresses that you bought just for family gatherings. 

            “They’ll both look good on you sunshine, why do you ask?” Connor said staring at your ceiling while lying boredly on your bed. 

            You sighed loudly dropping the dresses and collapsing onto your boyfriend. Squashed against his chest, you kept sighing louder and louder till you felt Connors annoyed stare on you. Lifting your head up, you got lost in his beautiful eyes forgetting what was bothering you. He raised his eyebrow at you and pursed his lips, causing you to become distressed again.

            “Can you just pick something for me? Puhhhleaaasseeee.” You pouted at your boyfriend till he made a noise in the back of his throat and rolled you off him.

            “You want me to pick between these two dresses? Honestly Y/N, you can walk out in a fucking diaper and I’d still think you were beautiful.” His compliment made your body go warm, but this was serious and he couldn’t avoid the problem at hand.

            “You can look in the closet and see if you like something. I mean, you do have a better taste in fashion than me.” You giggled out. Connor walking to your closet, looked back at you and playfully glared. The image of Connor weaving through all your girly clothes had you smiling.

            “I like this.” Connor said pulling out an oversized mustard sweatshirt. Your brows furrowed automatically as you looked at one of the items you had bought months before and never worn.

            “I mean it’s cute Connor, but it’s kind of too big for me which is why I’ve never worn it.” It was a gorgeous mustard color that was pretty trendy right now but you bought it from an online store and ended up getting a sweater that looked like a dress on you. That’s the problem buying things online, you never really know what you’re gonna get.

            Connor looking pensive at the sweater, nodded, knowing it was pretty big for you just by looking at it before stuffing it back into your closet. Moments pass and Connor pulled out a very cute summery dress with daisies printed all over it. 

            “Oooh yes Connor that’s perfect! Okay let me go to the bathroom to try it on and I’ll come back and you can tell me which shoes you think go the best with it.” You skipped your way to your bathroom before remembering you needed a bra to go under the dress.

            “Sorry I forgot about my-” Your sentence stopped as you stared at Connor in awe. His eyes widened as he saw you in the reflection of the mirror. There, Connor Murphy, the guy who swears he won’t wear anything except black, stood staring at himself in the mirror with your mustard yellow sweatshirt on. 

            “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I just wanted to try it on it was so soft oh my god I can’t believe how stupid I look-” Connor kept rambling on getting angrier the more he talked, until you pressed your lips softly against his. You backed up with a huge grin on your face as your heart started beating faster. One of Connor’s hands grabbed yours while the other tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear, the apples of his cheeks slowly turning pink as he smiled at you.

            “You look so beautiful Connor.” You whispered watching the love of your life look down with a happy smile on his face. You pushed him so he can see himself in the mirror with your head peeking out of the side as you wrapped your arms around his waist squeezing him tight.

            “If you really like it, you can keep it my little ray of sunshine.” He rolled his eyes as he pushed you back with his butt. He turned around and lifted you up spinning you before tossing you on your bed and climbing on top of you.  


            “Hey mom.” “Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” 

            You and Connor both greeted your mom as you walked into your aunt’s house with huge grins on your faces. Your mom looked stunned for second before quickly sporting a grin just as big and ushered you in before hugging you and then squeezing the life out of Connor. Your mom guided you into the house announcing to her sister(and basically the whole family) that the two of you have arrived. Hearing a few gasps, you saw most of your family sporting surprised faces at the two of you. You said hello to everyone before being pulled dramatically by your aunt to the kitchen where she talked to you about one thing or another. You saw her eyes constantly looking behind you and you had a feeling as to what or who she kept staring at. Your other aunts and cousins pulled along a nervous Connor to the living room no doubt interrogating him. You couldn’t help roll your eyes at your nosy family before ending the conversation with your aunt and dragging your boyfriend outside but not before passing the living room where all the other younger people hung out.

            “WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING MURPHY?” Your cousin Jared yelled  from across the room followed by his nerdy laugh. You knew Connor was rolling his eyes at your cousin when you heard the scoff from behind you. Leading your boyfriend through the sliding doors you two walked to the more grassy secluded part of your aunt’s backyard. You plopped onto his lap snuggling into the soft yellow fabric of his sweater as you two stared off at the rest of the scenery in peace.

            “My Sunshine.” You whispered into Connor’s neck smiling as you felt him place a kiss on the top of your head.

My Eyes - Part 18

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,463

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

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Y/N felt a warmth, making her slowly wake from her peaceful slumber. It enveloped her like the sun. When her eyes slowly flickered open, she was still half asleep. The lighting was strange, neither sunlight or moonlight. The warmth suddenly felt unnatural. But Y/N didn’t notice any of that.

She was too busy looking at Steve.

He was laying on his side, facing her, with a shy smirk that still melted her heart after all of this time.

“Am I dreaming?” Y/N whispered. The question was pointless. But her sleepy mind felt the need to ask.

“Yes, Y/N…you’re sleeping.” Steve assured her softly.

His voice alone brought tears to Y/N’s eyes.

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Selfishly Selfless

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Selfishly Selfless
[Was there truly a selfless act in love │Samuel Seo]

There was a fine line between selfishness and love.

If you love someone you were supposed to be selfless because you should put their happiness before your own. But is it selfish to want them to be with you? Was there really a truly selfless act?

Love was inherently selfish.

The only selfless thing you’d ever done was break up with him. But you were too selfish to actually let him go.

It wasn’t that this was routine perse’. You two never sought each other, this was never planned. You’d just always end up finding each other when you needed one another most. Maybe it was because you knew each other so well, that it was never a conscious decision.

It was just fate.

Samuel rolled over on his side watching you shimmy your jeans on. There was something so bittersweet on watching you leave. He’d gotten so used to seeing your back as you attempted to leave his apartment before he woke up. You always failed, but it didn’t stop you from trying. He smiled seeing the sun shining in through his curtains, indicating that you’d slept in. As much as you tried to leave before sunrise, it just wasn’t in you to be awake that early. It probably took everything in you just to get up this early.

Your bare silhouette was beautiful as you stretched your arms over your head, slipping on your shirt, not bothering to put on your bra. You were always too lazy to be bothered with it in the morning. He smiled seeing you stuff it in your bag along with your heels. You searched around his room, looking for your favorite pair of boots of his to take. They were far too large to actually fit you, but anything was better than your heels.

“Stay for breakfast, I can whip up your favorite” he smiled sleepily, already knowing your answer. He didn’t have to see your face to know you’d have that nervous look in your eyes. You were probably anxiously biting your lip, dreading turning him down.

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Hold Me Tight Pt. 3

Catch Up: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jungkook

Genre: Bodyguard!/College!au, fluff/angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: After a frightening experience for the both of you(oc), Jungkook vows to make himself your unofficial protector. When his job suddenly becomes much more permanent, he finds the lines between professional and personal feelings blurring.


“How did this even happen?”

You thought aloud, looking at yourself in the mirror. The memories of first meeting Jungkook were with you, clear as day. He was small and shy, unable to even utter a sentence to you for the first couple of weeks.

One day you saw him outside playing with a soccer ball. You wanted to play with him too, but still you hadn’t even talked to him. You went anyway, hoping that he wouldn’t turn you down. You were too eager though, and he was too focused and somehow he kicked the ball up and it landed square on the top of your head.

You were down not even 5 seconds of stepping foot outside and although it didn’t hurt too badly, you couldn’t help but cry from the sheer surprise of it all.

Jungkook was at your side in an instant, muttering apology after apology until your tears dried up. He was so worried that you’d be mad and that you’d tell your parents but you assured him you wouldn’t do that.

After that you couldn’t get him to stop talking to you, and time just seemed to drift on.

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Silent Symphony

A lovely anon requested this little imagine a few days ago. It’s been two years since I’ve written an imagine, I’m very sorry it’s rough 😅

Summary: (Y/N) has drifted from her love of playing music, while Harry is determined to reinspire her.

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Harry sighed as he pushed his key into the lock. He missed the days when he’d come home and could hear you playing from his car. He used to intentionally leave the living room windows open in case you leaned toward your violin that day. Though watching your fingers dance across the piano was his favorite.

His boots echoed throughout the uncomfortably silent home. A sound he wouldn’t have noticed nearly a month ago.

The afternoon Suncast warm glow across the living room. (Y/N) went across the small coffee table, papers littered everywhere.

“Busy day?” He asked, breaking the silence he’d grown to despise.

“Mhmmm,” (Y/N) quietly answered, her eyes never leaving her manuscripts.

“Tell me about the novel,” Harry suggested.

“It’s still the same one as last week,” she chuckled, her attention drifted to him finally.

“Ahhh, but all that editing has to change it at some point.”

“Oddly enough, it hasn’t.” (Y/N) sarcastically responded.

“How much longer do you have?”

“About a hundred pages.”

“That’s not a definition of time, love.”

“Yet it tells you I’ll be here a while,” She chuckled.

Silence once again smothered the room. Harry admired how her hair gracefully fell into her face as her pen raced along the pages. She has been obsessed with this new manuscript for far too long. “The grammar is horrible”, “This scene is weak”, “You can’t just add a character midway into the book”. He couldn’t help but smile at the outbursts (Y/N) had over the last few days.

Without much thought he reached for his guitar. He allowed his figures to mindlessly strum whatever they pleased. He let his eyes close as the melody surrounded him. When he opened them again he found (Y/N) admiring him. Her (Y/E/C) eyes glued to his hands. She had never quite gotten the hang of guitar, and he couldn’t pass up the chance to get her to play.

“Come ‘ere,” he offered.

She moved next to him and playfully strand. His dimpled smile grew as he showed her the simplest chords. Before long he had her playing along to YouTube video as, he “sucks at teaching” according to her. Silence would hopefully become temporary.