and then he has to be the one to close the door on her

coffee grounds

requested by anon; Hi!! I really love your stories! Could you please do one where Tom and Y/N work together in a little cafe or store and he makes her nervous (cuz he’s so hot) and when he realises this, he decides to be a little shit and mess with her and make her all flustered. Just super fluffy please, thank you!!! Xx

summary: [Coffee Shop AU] You’ve fallen madly in love with your co-worker Tom, and because you make it so blatantly obvious–he catches on and decides to have a little fun with it.

pairings: tom holland x reader

word count: 1.9k 

warnings: some swear words, but thats about it 

a/n: i’m a slut for coffee shop au’s y’all, and i hope this does your request justice, love!! 

“I have a soy latte with an extra shot of espresso,” you called out from behind the bar, pushing the warm drink out for pick up. Turning back to clean the steamer, your co-worker and friend standing beside you bumped your hip with her own to get your attention. You glanced over to her, and she gestured with her head to someone who just entered the coffee shop.

Your heart instantly skipped a beat, butterflies erupting in your chest as you watched him wave to your boss, don an apron, and run a hand through his unruly curls. He hopped on the register, and began taking orders from the growing line, flashing his million-dollar smile, winking to get tips, charm dripping from every word that came out of his mouth.

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Transference (M) – Chapter 07

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Summary: You and Hoseok struggle separately to process what has transpired between you.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 7,733

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, mentions of alcohol, profanity.

A/N:  This chapter contains both the Reader and Hoseok’s POV and will be labeled whenever it switches. It’s a sad one, but necessary for the rest of the series. Hope you enjoy!

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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anonymous asked:

Bts reaction to there GF had a hickey from them and hiding it with lace choker 💞 ;) if you know what I mean ;))))


You pass thought the corridor, passing by the monstudio. The door opens and Namjoon appears in the embrasure. You slow down and when you come up to him, you notice his naughty look. You guess that he has another idea in mind rather than working and leans against the wall, crossing your arms to look at him. You playfully stare at each other for a moment before Namjoon grabs your choker. He brings you closer to him, his smirk making you want to eat him alive. Your faces are so close that you feel his hot breath against your lips. « I want to mark you even more when I see you wearing this thing… ». You don’t say anything, just smiling mischievously, enjoying the way he devours you with his eyes. Namjoon passes a finger under your choker, brushing the hickey he gave you this morning, making you slightly grin in pain. Namjoon bites his lip and, while twisting your choker to choke you very lightly, sticks his body against you. Short of breath, the delicious pressure turning you on instantly, you hold a moan when he whispers against your mouth : « And now I’m horny. Do something about it. » He takes off his fingers from your choker to grab your throat, tightening his embrace enough to make you want to tear off his clothes. You push him inside the studio and close the door behind you, pushing him on the couch to sit on his lap, Namjoon still smirking.


You’re having a party with the boys to celebrate the release of HER. It’s just a small party, just between you eight. You wear a pretty black dress for the occasion and wears a large lace choker, not because of aestheticism, but simply because you couldn’t hide the big hickey Tae gave your last night, even under a thick layer of foundation. You hope that no one has noticed and just enjoy the evening with your friends. When Taehyung gets up to take something in the kitchen, Jimin, who sat beside you, gets up to join him. You watch them from afar, wondering what Jimin is whispering in your man’s ear. Taehyung listens attentively and when Jimin moves away from his ear to giggle, Tae stares at you. You lightly jump and look elsewhere, trying not to look suspicious. Then, Hobi asks you something and for a moment you forget the scene you have just seen. After a while, while you laugh out loud from the stupid things Yoongi & Hobi are saying, you feel a hand spreading your hair to the side. Taehyung sits behind you and strokes your choker with his fingertips. No one is looking at you, except for Jimin. You exchange an amused look while Tae slightly lowers your choker to see with his own eyes the mark he has left. He bites his lip as he puts it back in place, making you giggle. You tongue out to Jimin who starts to giggle too.


You’re about to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms when you feel the vibration of a quiet « Mh ? » coming from his chest. You open your eyes and feel his fingers against your neck, getting closer to your choker. « I don’t know this one » he says, trying to touch it. You gently spread his hand, not wanting him to discover the reason why you wear a choker while you stayed all day in pajamas, enjoying his day off. Jin tries to touch it again but you don’t let him, a little more keenly this time. Jin grows an annoyed whine and tries again. This time, you strike his hand. « YAH ! You little… ». It follows a ridiculous fight, Jin tightening his embrace to immobilize you while trying to touch your choker while you squirm like a carp out of the water. « Why don’t you let me touch it ? Huh ? Are you hiding something from me ? ». Jin is almost upset, trying to bite your hands when you try to escape his grip. Realizing that you will not be able to get out of it, you start shouting like him : « I don’t know, maybe I’m trying to hide the big ass hickey you gave me last night ?! » Jin stops moving, looking at you with his eyes wide open. A few moments pass before you both burst out laughing.


It’s very late at night and Taehyung is craving sweets & candies. You don’t know how but Hoseok & you found yourselves in charge of buying some for everyone in the little store down the street. So here you are, in the store, wandering in the small shelves, dressed in the worst way possible to go out : sweat pants, ugly old hoodies and baseball caps. As you look at all the varieties of candy, Hoseok comes closer to you and notices something strange in your outfit : you wear an elegant pink choker. « Why are you wearing a fancy choker right now ? ». You slightly shudder, noticing how close he is to you, and reply vaguely, wanting to escape from the conversation. You smile at him and walk away to another shelve. Hoseok giggles, suspicious and amused, and follows you. You fasten your steps and get chased by him in the tiny aisles of the store. Hoseok ends up catching you from behind and, with one arm hugging you tight so you can’t escape, lower your choker with his other hand. When he sees the hickey, he smirks and softly kisses your neck. You giggle softly and let him kiss yours lips, his hands stroking your neck.


You’re sitting in front of the mirror and finish your makeup. You smile when you see Yoongi approaching through the mirror. He puts a kiss on the top of your head as you put your lipstick back in its place. He looks at you lovingly and his eyes moves down on your choker. « That’s new ? » You nod, smiling under the caress of his fingers that come to touch the black lace choker. Through the mirror, you see that he slightly lower the choker & realize that he just saw the hickey you were trying to hide. He sneers ironically and you feel the annoyance in his voice : « So… You want to hide my marks… » You start to stutter, slightly nervous : « N-no… It’s just… ». You don’t have time to add anything : Yoongi passes his hand under your hair and tears off your choker, taking your breath away for a second. You watch the piece of fabric fly through the room and moan when Yoongi leans to sink his teeth in the sensitive flesh of your neck, slightly above the one he gave you last night. Your eyes roll behind your skull when he begins to suck your skin, causing a violent wave of heat in your body. Once he’s satisfied with the mark he just left, he starts again, a little lower, snatching a louder moan from your mouth. You pass your hand on his neck, your fingers clenching in his hair while he sucks your skin harder, leaving a new mark. « Let’s see how you’re gonna hide them, now… »


Jimin & you are seated on the terrace of a glacier, enjoying the two ice-creams you have ordered. The outside world no longer exists. Nothing else exists except the sound of your boyfriend’s laughter and the way he looks at you with all the love he has. You give him a taste of your ice cream and, after he has grown a little moan of contentment, frowns when he looks at your neck. « « I don’t know this one… It’s really pretty, but isn’t it a little too big ? » You raise your eyebrows with an incredulous look and, looking around you to make sure no one is looking, you lower your choker and gently said « Your fault. » When he sees the big hickey, Jimin almost choke on his ice cream and hides his eyes with his hand, slightly embarrassed. However, this innocent feeling doesn’t last long. You know very well that it turns Jimin on and you can’t help but getting turned on too. You spend the rest of your date flirting with each other, trying to make each other horny without even trying to hide it. Jimin even has the audacity to provoke you by softly passing his tongue on the spoon while throwing you an very naughty look. You decide to pay him back and get closer to lick his lip, lightly sucking the rest of ice cream without ceasing to look deeply into his eyes, owning a quiet grunt that vibrates in his chest.


It’s an ordinary afternoon in the bangtan dorm. Nothing special, everyone doing their usual occupations. So, naturally, you’re (literally) fighting with Tae, Jimin & Jungkook to decide who will choose the next game. You have made a lot of progress and handle the fight much longer than usual, with much better resistance to tickling and wrestling moves. You currently have a good grip on Jimin, sitting on his butt and pulling his arm on his back, making him giggle and yell at the same time. You’re sure you’re finally gonna win when you feel Tae’s arm wrapping around your neck, his stupid laugh echoing in the room. Without wanting it, he breaks your choker and startles when he notices it. Jungkook delivers you from his grip and everyone stands up to make sure he hasn’t hurt you. As you open your mouth to say that everything is fine, Jimin bursts into laughter, pointing your neck with his finger. Tae leans toward you and opens his eyes wide as he sees the enormous purple hickey that Jungkook gave you this morning. You jump and immediately hide in Jungkook’s arms, who start blushing, finding nothing better to do than insulting his best friends (who are dying from laughter)

I Swallow Your Heart

Wincest Writing Challenge: (September) | @ilostmyshoe-79 vs @soy-em

Prompt: I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth

Word Count: 2400

Tags/Triggers: Sam is a kid when this starts, but is sixteen before anything sexual happens, Sam wears panties, blowjobs, pining

A/N: This quote makes me ache. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO

Dean loses his virginity when Sam is eleven years old. Sam knows that to be true, because Dean told him. Dean tells him everything, always has, and Sam has never minded before. It always made him feel older, made him feel special to have secrets that other kids his age hadn’t discovered yet. And it always made him feel close to Dean.

But tonight’s different.

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Of Dusk and Dawn part 2


Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.900

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge.

Series masterlist can be found here

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Cat AU

miiiiiight, possibly, write something else for this??? i dunno yet???

anyway, the idea is that the sides are actually cats that Thomas adopts one-by-one. Logan was his first cat that he got from a shelter willingly. He chose this one because he was very calm and quiet, a welcomed force in Thomas’s life. Roman came next, but instead of Thomas choosing to take him home from a shelter, Roman was dumped near his house in a cardboard box in the rain (mostly likely dumped because of his annoying meow) and he just couldn’t say no.

Patton was next, and Thomas got him from a friend (probably Joan or Talyn) whose own cat accidentally got pregnant the week before they were going to take her to get spayed. Thomas ended up taking home the sweet one that slow-blinked at him (and immediately realized that, yes, while sweet and cute, Patton was a very energetic kitten at the time with no chill.

Virgil was last, and was completely an accident. One day Patton came running in the house with a teeny, tiny kitten no more than 5 weeks old hanging from his mouth and Patton put this sick little kitten at Thomas’s feet, pretty much begging him to take care of the little black cat. He’d apparently been hit by something (most likely on purpose, since he was a black cat). After helping nurse him back to health, Thomas ended up falling in love with those sweet eyes and that ever-so-quiet purr that Virgil had.

Now for some kitty-personality info…going under a cut…

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once-upon-a-nugget  asked:

Rfa + v + saeran reaction to mc with sensory overload and social anxiety? Thank you so much 😘

A/N: So I may have strayed from the social anxiety portion of this (im so sorry!!!!) but I feel with sensory overload that social anxiety is a common pairing due to the triggers of a crowd ^^ so i touched more on what a sensory overload may feel like instead, I hope that’s okay!!!! ;A; ~Admin 404


               When he has not only the TV on, but the radio, AND LOLOL blaring sound all at once?? That’s enough to drive anyone crazy in all honesty. But the sounds, to you, get jumbled in your head. All of them just get louder and louder, meshing together and seem to be never ending. Once it starts to happen, you’re able to hear your own heartbeat thrown into the mix and that sends you over the edge. You cover your ears, immediately freezing up and dropping to the floor, your breathing becoming uneven and you have no control over your voice to call to Yoosung for help. He happened to walk into the room and noticed you crouched, hands to your ears and shaking- he didn’t know what happened but he knew something was wrong. When you managed to force out something about sound, he ran around to turn every sort of sound completely off before running back to you to. Talking to you didn’t seem to help, but the moment his fingers lightly grazed your skin, you were snapped away from the sounds and just had to deal with the panic and the calm down that came afterwards, which he helped you get through, of course! After a lengthy explanation, he felt horrible that this happened to you! From then on he agreed to have one thing on at a time, not to mention keeping it down. If you wanted to watch TV and he wanted to game, he would wear some headphones so the noises wouldn’t clash! In public, he was the type to tell people to quiet down, just for you! He had no fear when it came to your wellbeing!


               Your boyfriend was really big on healthcare and all around being fresh, which included scents! Multiple different candles at once, different lotions and face washes, different bath salts, different scents all around the house and on him. Sometimes, just walking into the house was enough of an overload for you. Too many of the scents at once- you smell them all yet you smell none. All you can tell is that your nose is smelling something- and your brain is searching, trying to process if it’s a good or a bad thing. Your heart rate kicks up and suddenly the scents are stuck in your throat- both your nose and throat start to burn and you felt as if you were suffocating, not a hint of fresh air in sight. Hearing the soft sounds that came with your throat closing itself, Zen rushed into the room to find your eyes watering, and your hands grasping at your neck, desperately trying to coax it to open up and breathe. He ran around, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong and how to help! You tried to tell him using hand gestures that the smells were too much, and that you needed to go outside, so he practically carried you out of the door and was a little hurt when you pushed him away from you, standing a good distance away to try and focus on getting back to breathing normally. Trying to reclaim his pride, he asked you to tell him exactly what happened and why you pushed him away like that, when you told him that the mixture of the scents were too strong and triggered a sort of panic attack, he became over dramatic and dropped to the floor, wailing how he was a horrible partner to you. After consoling him (and trying to not breathe in the strong scent of his cologne), he made a vow to you then and there to just get lightly scented things! A soft scent would be fine with you, so long as it isn’t too much at once!


               She always appreciates your help when trying to create new pastry items for the menu at the cafe, and you’re happy to help! So long as she… takes it one at a time. But lately, she’s been so stressed about creating the perfect one, she even makes them all at home, after you’ve left the cafe. Sure, she could just pick a few and add them all to the menu, but she just wanted the one that would stand out from the menu, and she needed you to tell her which one! Which would have been okay, had she not… made them all at once. Take a bite of this one, take a bite of that one- one after another was over stimulating your tongue and you were steadily heading towards a sensory overload, but you didn’t want to let her know- what if she took it the wrong way and thought you just didn’t like her pastries! You could feel your tongue struggling to find each grain of the bite of cake, each texture and each flavour, all at once. Lingering flavours started to intermingle with your current piece, and your nose started to pick up on the remaining pastries. Rather than having a meltdown full of crying and being unable to breathe, your eyes seemed to glaze over. You looked as if you were checked out, lost in thought, unable to snap out of your trance by yourself, she’ll gently touch your hand so she doesn’t scare you in any way. Once you’re able to look at her and recognize that it truly is her, you find yourself having difficulty swallowing the cake and had to spit it out. Concerned it was terrible, she asks you to explain what was wrong, and felt horrible at the fact that she had overloaded you with all of them! Immediately takes away the others and reminds herself to let you try just one at a time, at your own pace. When you aren’t in the cafe, she has you carry a little tin of your favourite coffee beans, because the smooth scent can snap you out of an overload, and can calm you down if you were to have one out in public!


               You had no idea how this man didn’t suffer from any sort of sensory overload as well? He’s constantly surrounded by so much work, people, cameras, people trying to touch him, /noise/. As much as you love him, it’s… overwhelming. You’ve tried your best to deal with it all, considering after the two of you returned from your honeymoon he told you it was something that had to be done… but sometimes it was just too much. You’ve started to decline attending events with him or faking an excuse to get out of it, and he started to worry that it was because of something he did- were you tired of him? You couldn’t get out of this date he has planned for you, not that you exactly wanted to, it is a date after all! But you weren’t expecting so many flashing lights, so many people asking questions at once, so many of the body guards bumping into you and others trying to just touch you. You could feel your head starting to throb, your heartbeat made its way into your ears and tears prickled your eyes. All of the sounds started to mesh together, your couldn’t catch your breath no matter how hard you kept trying. You tried to hold it together because making a scene isn’t proper and you wouldn’t want that sort of bad publicity associated with Jumin, but you couldn’t help it. There was just too much going on and you couldn’t take anymore. You dropped to a crouch, right in front of Jumin- he stumbled over you a bit before bending down to see what was wrong. He saw you starting to cry, you were short of breath, and your eyes seemed to shift around at a quick pace, like you were trying to analyze your surroundings. With a soft touch to your hand and quiet cooing, he got you to look at him as he spoke to you about calming your breathing. He could tell that your stare at him was empty as your mind continued to race, but he needed to get your breathing back before anything else. Once you took in that deep breath, light came back to your eyes as it started to register Jumin and only Jumin. You had to explain to him every detail you could remember so he could paint a picture of what you were experiencing, and he vowed to do everything in his power to protect you from it again. More bodyguards but more space between them and you, sneaking around to things that are special for the two of you, if you need a space to be alone, he’s making one for you no matter what it takes.


               His house is always so messy. The days that Vanderwood comes by and actually cleans is almost like God himself has come to your aid and eased your mind. But there is just… so many machine parts strung about, empty chip bags tossed everywhere- they rival the amount of clothes on the floor. The smell of honey buddah chips, PhD Pepper,  /dirty laundry/, all of them mix together and it’s just hard to breathe and distinguish which is which. Computer error sounds, crinkling of chip bags, the tick tack of the computer keys, the sounds all boom in your ears. There’s always so many things going on that you can’t focus on anything one thing and that’s not only frustrating, but harmful. It’s almost as if you’ve walked into his computer room- surrounded by millions of screens, all playing sounds at once, all different moving pictures, the door is locked and you can’t get away from it all. That’s what it feels like, just sitting in the living room for a short period of time. You’ve learned to hide it from Saeyoung, only having a few breakdowns while he was busy or not paying attention, but one day, mid-conversation, all you could do was look around the room at the mess, until everything blended together and you found yourself on the ground, short of breath, every fiber of your being seemed to be screaming at you. Your whole body was tingling as you were trying to get your breathing at a steady pace, so when Saeyoung lightly touched your hand, it felt like pins and needles and sent you backwards, throwing yourself onto your butt and trying to get away from him- get away from everything so that you could relax. That scared him to absolute death- did he do something wrong? He knew what panic attacks looked like but this.. looked different?? He stood near you- no touching- and tried cooing at you ever so softly, watching as you finally calmed yourself down several minutes later. Sitting patiently with wide eyes, he’s waiting until you’re able to talk to him about what happened, knowing full well that pushing the matter wouldn’t help. When you explained everything to him, he nodded silently and seemed to understand. After placing a kiss to the side of your head, he got up and immediately cleaned everything in sight up off the floor and put it where it belonged. From that day on, he was always reminding himself that he needed to clean- he even built a cute little robot to help! He couldn’t imagine how you felt so he wanted to do everything he could to prevent it again, he knew it wasn’t a sure-fire way, but he was hoping that it would help at least a little bit!! Not to mention, he got Vanderwood to come over more often to help too. The only reason they agreed was because they wanted to help you any way they could… not that they’d let you know.


               He loves taking you out to fun festivals for dates, like carnivals! And you loved going with him! But sometimes they were absolute hell for you, you didn’t want to tell him that- you didn’t want him to worry about you! So, you put on a brave face, and tried to focus on your breathing, and everything he did to keep yourself grounded. Too bad it.. didn’t work. The scents of the food stands, the loud sound of the crowd and yelling children, the background music, the flashing lights- they all meshed together. It was like you were on the large merry-go-round in front of you; the lights and sounds started to speed up, it felt as if you were spinning around uncontrollably- up and down, unable to make sense of it all, you couldn’t get off of the ride. Your grip on Jihyun’s hand tightened as you struggled to stand up straight- you couldn’t see him nor could you hear him but he did his best to walk you to a more quiet space so you could catch your breath, and so you’d be away from everyone. He’s seen what panic attacks look like- the panic yet glazed look, unable to catch your breath, crying. He left soft touches along your arm and shoulders to let you know he was there, but tried not to touch you so much in case that made matters worse for you. Once you came to, he made sure to get you water and said nothing until you were ready to explain what happened. He was so sad you didn’t tell him that this was a problem before! Sure, he loves going to these festivals, but he loves you more and would much rather have you comfortable and happy than risk having you get overloaded- he could now see just how much of a toll it all can take on you! The two of you made a compromise- you still attend these festivals, but at your own pace! All you had to do was tell him you needed a break, and in less than a minute he will find you a soft, quiet place to calm down and take a breath in before you get too overloaded by it all. Not to mention, he gives you his old sunglasses to help block out some of the brighter lights so it isn’t too glaring in hopes of easing the visual stimulation! He would be your guide through the crowds of people so you didn’t have to take everything in at once!


               As much as he’s surrounded by his computer screens and flowers outside, I feel as if he’d experience an overload or two- at least pertaining to loud noises or too much sound, so he’d recognize a few of the symptoms. Sometimes you would look extremely distant when the two of you were out, as if you were trying really hard to focus on what he was saying to you- a lot of the time you would get immensely irritated out of nowhere. Not at him, per say, but irritated in general. You were just trying to sit peacefully in your shared bedroom, watching some TV, when you could hear the tapping of keys on Saeran’s keyboard. You tried ignoring it until you started to hear a few error noises, the fan in the computer kick up, a ding every now and then. As little as they were, they started to mash together until you’re unable to distinguish one from another. You let out a painful groan as you covered your ears, Saeran immediately turning around to check on you, but your panicked overload had already started and you had to ride it out. Everything seemed to crawl- your skin, the sounds crawled around, you could physically feel the blood being rapidly pumped out of your heart leaving an odd thump in its wake, you could even feel the breath crawling out from your lungs as your throat tries its hardest to get it back in. Immediately, Saeran turns off every piece of equipment making any sort of noise and gets water and some medicine for the headache he expected you to have afterwards. Waiting until you’re calm and able to catch your breath, he’ll just keep his eyes on you until you finally cave and tell him exactly what you felt. He gets you a pair of noise cancelling headphones like he has, to help block out any other sounds while you’re trying to focus on watching TV or listening to music. He’s been through a few, and he just wanted to help because he doesn’t want you to feel like he does! Keeping a small jar of rose petals help as well- a calm, soothing scent can help ease any other strong senses that may bother you and possibly trigger an overload. He also doesn’t hesitate to shut people up (or threaten them for that matter), so they’ll stay quiet and hopefully keep you at peace. Was it also lowkey for himself? Maybe, but he isn’t telling you that, he just wants you to know he thought of you first, then himself.


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Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,817

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 Part 16 Part 17

Baekhyun’s P.O.V.

The next morning that Baekhyun woke up he opened the link and stared down at the phone in shock and confusion; it didn’t make sense to him, he had no clue as to what was going on. He slipped his phone in his pocket and made his way down the stairs.

He sat in the car in silence listening to the soft hum of the engine as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.  There were so many thoughts swarming around in Byun Baekhyun’s head. First and foremost being Y/N; he could never get her out of the forefront of his brain no matter how hard he tried. He was aware that their friendship had dipped  as of late and it saddened him deeply. He loved Y/N and not just in a friendly way either, it was something more than that. He hadn’t loved her for too long, maybe for around 9 months; it became painfully obvious to him one day when they were revising alone together in the library, just them two of them nobody else. He enjoyed her company more than he could put into words and if he wasn’t being crazy he was sure he could see the glint in her eyes when she looked back at him. But then again she was a happy person with a bright personality and so it could just be her happiness shining through.
He never meant for Youngjae, Ana or Y/N to get hurt. It was never his intention; he never envisioned ‘harmless fun’ being like this. Graffiti, yes. Bodily harm, no. To be totally honest Baekhyun had missed hanging out with all of his friends but he was too scared to turn back now, not just because of what may happen to him but what may happen to them…to her.
However, truth be told he was still extremely upset about what Sehun and Y/N had done behind his back. He most definitely felt betrayed especially by Sehun. He knew that Sehun knew; he never outwardly told him, but Sehun was very observant and so what everyone else was oblivious to he could see from a mile off.

If someone had told Baekhyun that he would be involved in this type of stuff a year ago he would have told them that he was bluffing. But as of late he was so fed up with his life to the point in which he was sick of himself. Ending it all had become an optional wild card once or twice but he decided that was just a tad too selfish and radical. He had so much on his shoulders; the death of his favourite cousin, the eating issues and now the exams, which was arguably the heaviest weight of them all. So many people expected Baekhyun to be the best; perfect little Baekhyun with the perfect grades. What if he couldn’t do that? What if he disappointed everyone? He figured it was better to disappoint them all at an earlier stage rather than later. Nobody knew the demons he was facing, the tremendous amount of anxiety he had, the tremors and the crying that woke him up in the middle of the night. It was hard being ‘Byun Baekhyun’, it was hard to pretend he was happy and carry on smiling. He so desperately needed the space to breathe. The drugs that Reiji offered were a therapy to the system, but the drugs only lasted a little while whilst the damage would last forever.
Baekhyun let out a heavy sigh as he opened the car door and stepped into the cold morning air.

“Why am I here? I hate it here.” He mumbled miserably to himself. As he entered the school building and walked into the common room he scanned the area and noticed Minseok, who seemed to have spotted him first but was avoiding his gaze. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he rushed over to Minseok who was standing in the corner of the room. “Oi, oi!” He hissed as he stopped Minseok from walking away by putting his hand out. “What the fuck was that link?”
Minseok stayed silent.
“Minseok!” Baekhyun hissed again poking him in the stomach. “I don’t understand any of it, what has any of that got to do with you?”

Minseok let out a breath as he closed his eyes slowly.
“Use your initiative Baek. What did I tell you before I left yours last night?”

“I know Minseok…but…so—so you’re Ten Lee?” Baekhyun whispered as he moved his head closer to Minseok’s. Minseok bit his lip nervously as he began to look around to make sure nobody was close by and listening in on their conversation.

“No Baek…I’m not Ten. I told you I have a criminal record. Victims aren’t the ones who get convicted Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun blinked once as he looked into Minseok’s face, a bubbling starting in the pit of his stomach.
“But your name didn’t appear Min… not once.”

“Do you listen to me at all Baekhyun?” Minseok hissed, his face turning slightly red now and Baekhyun could tell that he was angry and uncomfortable for whatever reason. “What did I tell you about my name.”

He looked at Minseok with sad eyes, shaking his head. “I know… but I didn’t want to believe– you can’t be… you’re one of them. One of the boys. Yuta?”

“No.” Minseok mumbled, no longer looking at Baekhyun’s face.



“Oh my gosh…” Baekhyun breathed as he began to stare at Minseok with his eyes wide. He was horrified, it was as though Minseok had warped into another being and now he didn’t know who he was anymore. He took two steps backwards apprehensively as he kept his eyes on Minseok whom was laughing to himself sadly.

“See Baek… now you’re scared of me. Do you want that for yourself? Why do you think I’m trying to stop you before it’s too late? You need to stop hanging out with Yuta…Reiji. He’s no good for you, just listen to me.” He began moving passed Baekhyun.

“What the fuck, no. You can’t just walk away after that, you need to tell me the whole story where do you think you’re going? You need to explain yourself Xiu—”

“My name is Minseok.” Minseok said firmly with an air of anger and assertiveness. “And I have a class to get to.” He continued to walk on, Baekhyun rushing after him.

“Wait!” He hissed and then began to whisper angrily again. “What the fuck did you do to Ten Lee? What happened to Ten?”

Minseok pushed Baekhyun in the chest and glared at him venomously.
“I don’t know.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You were sat in the class room with your Clemente Jon-Dean anthropology in front of you and an eerily quiet Sehun beside you. In his usual all black attire. However today he was coming across as more intimidated and shy than unbothered. You still had 5 minutes on the clock before your lesson actually started. You cleared your throat awkwardly as you began to speak.

“So I think Jongdae is coming home from the hospital tonight.”

“Mhmm.” Was all he mumbled back.

You tried to think of something else to say to clear the awkward air that was quite obviously floating around the room.
“Apparently Chanyeol is in today.”

“I know, you mentioned. Besides I’m the group chat just in case you had forgotten.” He tapped his fingers on his desk.

“Yeah…right.” You paused for a moment; 3 minutes left until class started. “Maybe we should talk about last night…”


“I mean you said quite a lot of weird things.” You continued to talk anyway despite him saying no, unable to stop once you had started. You were aware that you were probably making it more awkward but you had to address the elephant in the room.

“I know.” He frowned, keeping his eyes on his slender fingers.

“They were…yeah just really weird.”

“I know.”

“It really was quite odd…I mean you—you know what you said?…”

“For fuck sake Y/N can you stop? I know okay! I know what I said, I remember everything so can we just drop it okay?…Please.” He hissed as he whipped his head up in your direction and back down to his fingers just as quickly.

“It’s fine though, because you didn’t mean anything you said… did you?”
He didn’t reply.
But once again your question was answered with silence. You felt a wave of awkwardness shower itself over you as you stood up and held your stomach. “Excuse me; I think I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled as you rushed out of the room to the toilet. You ran down the hallway towards the toilet, bumping into someone on the way and knocking them backwards really hard.

“Ouch…Chanyeol, sorry.” You breathed, feeling winded.

“Woah, slow down maybe?” He laughed at you a little and put his hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay, where were you rushing too?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I was just going toilet. I’m glad to see you back. How’s Youngjae?”

“He’s coping. But he’s adamant that he’s seen that face before, the person that kidnapped him. I told him he’s just really scared. We’ve been through so many things. It’s not the first time he’s been through such a traumatic event. I mean he get’s bullied…he’s been…ughh.” Chanyeol swept a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay Chan we don’t have to talk about it now. I’ll speak to you later.”
He nodded at you and turned the corner.

“Oh wait! Chanyeol, you dropped your…” but he was completely gone. You bent down to pick up a see-through plastic wallet that he had dropped. It had some money in it and I.D. You looked at the I.D. closer and frowned at it.
“What the fuck?…”

The rest of the school day dragged painfully slowly as you had a 5PM finish and you were desperately waiting for it to end. Eventually, after what seemed like a whole lifetime and a day, you were done with your classes. You felt uncomfortable with yourself, because of the fact that you hadn’t done much revision as of late and exams were creeping ever closer. But you felt sorry for Jongdae the most at this point in time. You made a mental note to ring him and check on how he was, though you were sure that Ana was taking great care of him. You stood at your locker, pulling out exercise books that you were intending to study with, whether or not you actually would was a whole other question.

“Hey…can we talk?”

You turned round to face the voice behind you as closed your locker and lifted your bag onto your shoulder.


“At mine?”

You hesitated for a second or two but then nodded.

Not long after you found yourself in Oh Sehun’s apartment sitting outside on the balcony with him on two luxurious deck chair, the furniture was as luxurious as they came. It was dark outside, a curtain of black surrounding you, but the city lights were such a beautiful view at this time of the day and it left you in awe. There was juice on the table that was separating the two of you, but neither of you had touched it.

“I umm…about last night.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. You looked at his side profile; he was staring forward at the bustling city, completely avoiding your eye contact. He was continuing to bite his lip nervously. “I mean I know I act cold to you but I do that to everyone, so it’s not like it actually means anything.” He closed his eyes in embarrassment and scrunched up his face. You could see that he was pissed off with himself.

“Baekhyun still hasn’t spoken to anyone since you know.” You said, trying any tactic that you could to make the situation less awkward for yourself.

“Y/N…please can we just stop talking about Baekhyun for one minute. I’m getting so tired of it.” He looked at your briefly before he looked down at his hand which was resting on the arm of the deck chair. “I tried to hide it for so long. To be honest I was doing well until Baekhyun fucked it all up with Mei the other day. He has the tendency to fuck shit up.” He rolled his eyes and then began to bite his lip anxiously. “I don’t know what to say to you…I feel like I owe you an explanation, but I don’t know what to say. And I don’t know if I should say it out loud or not because I know you don’t want to hear it. You want Baekhyun, I get that…but why? He has fucked up.”

“Both of you fucked up Sehun.” You frowned in his direction, you didn’t want to listen to him anymore but you didn’t know how to shut him down. “I don’t know how you expect us to be friends after this”

“Friends…” Sehun laughed dryly as though mocking himself. “Of course, just friends. That’s all it will ever be. We’re just friends… excuse me I need the toilet.” He cleared his throat and quickly disappeared inside the house. On one hand you felt sorry for him but on the other hand you didn’t. You looked down at your fingers as they were fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist and nearly jumped when you heard Sehun come back again.

“Actually you know what I don’t need the toilet, I lied. I’m not going to be a chicken about this…” He looked at you with a blank expression but this time around there was a hint of something else there. “Don’t you want to ask me any questions?”
Actually there were so many questions that you wanted to ask him.

“When? When did you start…feeling this way.”

“Two months after we met.”

Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock, you thought this was something recent, like a couple of months maximum but here he was telling you that he had been feeling a certain way for a few years. How did he hide it for so long? Now you felt uncomfortable, as you thought back to all the times you were alone in this apartment with him, all those times he was watching you become flustered around Baekhyun. All this time you thought it was just an observation thing but now you knew he was watching you like a predator. You tried hard to conceal the frown that you so desperately wanted to express.
“At first it was just delinquency… me rebelling against my parents so to speak.” He continued as he came back to sit down, but this time he was actually looking at you. “I wanted to do everything they hated, because I couldn’t stand them. I knew how much of a disgraceful son I would be if I were to like someone not as high in status as us, word would probably get around in our community had I ever hooked up with you. So at first it was all just a petty game, but then I realised after two months the only person I was playing was myself because I actually…mhm.” He cleared his throat, his gaze faltering slightly.

“But you’ve always been so…normal I don’t understand this.” You whispered almost inaudibly. “And Mei.”

He scoffed. “Mei was to keep my parents happy, besides she was a good listener, she made a good friend. I just wasn’t in to her like that… I’m disgusted in myself about last night, but I meant everything… I was happy to make you jealous. For a moment it made me feel like I was Baekhyun.”
You sat there in silence; you had no clue what to say. He just told you all of that but you still had no words.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He laughed bitterly “We’ll just be friends…let’s just pretend this never happened…”

Minseok and Reiji Text conversation:

Reiji: I saw you speaking to Baekhyun this morning, now he’s not talking to me as much as he was yesterday or any other day before and I can’t shake the feeling that you’ve got  something to do with that Kim Xiumin.

Minseok : My name is no longer Xiumin. What the fuck are you messaging me for? I told you I don’t want to speak to you ever again. Leave me alone! Leave Byun Baekhyun and Oh Sehun.”

Reiji: What the fuck did you say to him? You told him didn’t you?

Minseok : Just leave him alone, leaving them alone. Leave Jongdae and his girl alone. Leave Chanyeol and his family alone, what the fuck did he ever do to you?

Reiji: Oh nothing, I just seem to have an addiction with coming back to the same people over and over…

Tags: @mentiny @e-xing @se-fucking-hun

Perception vs. Reality

A/N: this is my contribution to @bladebarnes fic fest.

Prompt: “I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit”

Warnings: none really, this is all crack with a minor mention of smut.

Clint’s POV

The world has it wrong. Steve Rogers isn’t a straight-laced, rule abiding, perfect gentleman. Steve Rogers is a little shit. He may have called Tony out on his language before but in a fight, almost no one out snarks the Captain. Like right now, he’s nose to nose with Rumlow in the middle of an old Hydra base. The more sass that comes from Steve, the more pissed Rumlow is getting. The fighting has stopped completely and everyone is just watching. There should be steam coming from his ears any second now…..he should bet Sam.

“Your vision is clouded Rogers!” Rumlow begins to scream, “Hydra is trying to save the world.”

“I’m sorry Rumlow. As soon as I stop having visions of them pulling my friend out of his head and making him kill people before throwing him in a fucking freezer, I’m sure I’ll see your side!!”

“They only had to do that because his dumbass self wouldn’t listen for shit!”

Bucky’s POV

Bucky tried not to get involved but he can’t keep himself quiet. “Yeah being tortured and experimented on against my will kinda made me not wanna work with them. I guess that’s my own personal trust issues coming into play though.”

“Stay out of this Barnes!!” Rumlow is really starting to lose it now.

“But I thought this argument was about mmpphhh!!”

Sam quickly clamps his hand over Bucky’s mouth to tell him he’s got $50 riding on how long Steve can keep this going. They need it to go as long as possible because Natasha is currently working her way through the computers. She just needs a few more minutes.

Steve’s POV

Steve is loving this. None of his friends will give in to his sass, choosing to call him out on it instead. Having Rumlow of all people getting caught up in the argument is just too much fun.

He’s so distracted that he hasn’t noticed FRIDAY taking over his team’s coms, those updates he’s supposedly getting are totally fake. Rumlow doesn’t realize that the only men with him that are still conscious, are the 5 men currently in the room.

“My vision isn’t clouded at all, I’m quite clear headed. I’ve read what Hydra calls its plan for world peace and I have to say, I’ve done some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit!”

The team loses it, they’ve tried to keep quiet but just can’t anymore. Natasha sends in the all clear and Steve immediately knocks Rumlow to the ground and cuffs him before dragging him to the quinjet.

Unwilling to give up having the last word, Rumlow continues to bitch the whole way back only to get ignored. Rumlow finally managed to strike a nerve with Natasha after mentioning a particularly painful memory.

Steve catches the flying assassin, he turns to speak to Rumlow one last time

“Ya know, I’ve met some pricks in my lifetime. But you Rumlow, you’re a fucking cactus.”

He turns back to the angry woman wrapped around him, brushing her hair back and talking lowly to calm her while heading for the elevator. They barely make it inside the elevator before her lips are on his and he’s pinning her to the wall.

They narrowly avoid squishing a very grossed out Tony who manages to get out of there just as the doors close, cutting off the billionaire’s curse riddled speech about respecting other people’s personal space and PDA in workplace.

Bucky lifts the fussing man & walks him over to the bar, he might as well stay here, with his room being next to Steve’s he knows he won’t be sleeping tonight anyway. Might as well sit down to discuss how his new arm is functioning.

In the excitement, everyone has forgotten about Rumlow being hogtied and left in the jet. Well, not everyone, Clint’s not about to say a word though. It’s much funnier to leave him.


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Balance on the Head of a Pin*

Chapter Twelve

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC  |  Word Count: 6435
Warnings: Dre ( @this-kitty-has-claws ) has started calling it Smangst (smut + angst = smangst) so there is Smangst and lots of it, NSFW 18+, swearing

Loki woke when a gentle breeze ghosted across his face, ruffling his hair. Still, he took a moment before opening his eyes, senses reaching out, checking for danger, the breeze an oddity in what was supposed to be a closed room.

The second thing he noticed was he was alone in the bed, Lauren’s space having cooled of her body heat. Frowning, disliking waking without her, and really disliking she’d done it without him realizing, he opened his eyes to glare at the ceiling when movement near the balcony doors drew his attention.

Lauren was back to doing her yoga. White pants, white top, hair curling slightly around her face and shoulders, loose instead of in her regular tail of hair. She looked sleek, like a flexible feline, stretching her fingertips to the sky. A mat the same color as the rising sun, a vibrant orange, protected her bare feet from the wood planks of the balcony, and her hands when she bent at the waist to press them to the floor.

Perhaps waking alone would not be so bad if he could wake to the vision of her in such a pose each morning. Shifting position slowly so as not to inform her he was awake, Loki curled an arm around his pillow, resting his chin upon it so as not to miss a moment.

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Just a game pt 3

As a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing of how the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play with his food…

…following the completion of the dare that resulted in the loss of her phone and an explosive angry rant at her friends, the reader decided to call it a day and sleep it off. However, a nightmare involving the clown awoke her and it seems her nightmare has come true…

Alrighttttt here we are again for part three my dudes! Honestly, this has been a lot of fun to write. I didn’t think it would get the attention that it is and I’m close to my first hundred followers already! Thank you all so much, it means so much to me! I hope you’ll enjoy the story as we progress, there will be smut soon I believe so keep reading if you’re into that.

Once more, if you’re not into this kind of stuff then please just scroll on, I am trying to keep out of the main It movie tags.

When you’re scared, your body releases adrenaline into your bloodstream so you can either fight or run as far away as you can. But you could do neither as you stared at the bathroom door just to the right of the bed; the source of the creak and his voice. You bit your lip and grasped onto the bed sheets, pulling them to cover your face apart from your eyes. To your horror, the door creaked open slowly as though the clown wanted to torture your mental state. Behind the door was the tall, hunched silhouette of him in the centre. You could barely choke the air into your body as he began to step into the room, bells chiming and his feet thumping on the wooden floor. Your eyes were adjusted to the night so you were able to make out some details of him. The ruffles of his collar and the creases of the puffy shoulders and pantaloons of his outfit. He was grinning, the eyes glowing silver as opposed to the amber and red. He walked oddly in straight lines, and then swung round to face you directly at the foot of the bed. You shivered.

“You’re- you’re not real. This is just my mind being funny-”

Your words were cut off by his manical laughter, causing you to flinch.

“Oh, I don’t think so! Now, it’s time to float!” He said gleefully. He lifted his hands in a pouncing position and before your eyes they transformed, claws ripping through the thin material of his gloves. You shook your head hysterically.

“No, no, no! You’re not real!” You began to cry, your legs kicking at the covers so they were free if you decided to run. But that wasn’t to be a possible plan anymore for the creature leaped from the foot of the bed to your chest, his legs pinning your hips down and his clawed hands grabbed your wrists to pin them either side of your head. Drool was dribbling down his chin as his face lowered down to yours, only to stop inches away. Your chest was heaving and little whimpers escaped your open lips. Pennywise moved closer until his nose was pressed against the jugular vein of your neck and he inhaled deeply. A guttural groan rattled in his throat as he pulled away, a malicious grin pulling on his lips.

“Your fear… oh how it makes me hungrier.” He whispered. You let out a sob and he whined, mocking you with his lower lip trembling rapidly. This was it for you. You were so sure of it. There couldn’t be any way to get away from him, you’d tried to shove him but his strength was inhuman, understandable because he clearly wasn’t one. But then you remembered in the sewers, his reaction when you kissed him. Would it work again? You had no idea but it was all you had left. You stared into the manic silver eyes one last time and scrunched yours shut, forcing yourself forward to press your lips against his again. Pennywise grunted just as he had last time and his grip on your wrists loosened enough for you to pull away and cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss that he had no idea how to kiss back in. You hated how soft his lips were, how they moulded to yours perfectly. Luckily for you, you felt stronger in this instance and whilst the clown was still distracted, you used your might to shove as hard as you could, pushing him off you so he was lay on his back, your lips no longer touching. And then you were off the bed and bolting for the door. You heard a growl behind you as you fiddled with the lock, and then his footsteps stomped towards you. By this point, you crying loudly, clanging the door locks and trying to pull the bolt open so you could get outside.

From the outside, you could hear some of your friends who were also staying at the motel banging on the door and calling your name. You screamed when you heard Pennywise giggle not far from you and you turned your head to see him almost swaying towards you as one would do if they were performing. If you weren’t so terrified you’d have laughed, but the murderous glare in his eyes made you cry harder and rattle the door lock, cursing in your head at the stiffness of it. But as Pennywise was almost within reach of you, the bolt clicked and you were able to yank the door open and run outside, crashing into your friends with a sob. Collapsing onto the ground, you turn so you were facing the door, pushing yourself away from it.

“Close it! Close it for god sake!” You screamed. The closest friend to the door slammed it shut and you curled up into a ball on your side, your cries of distress had everyone surround you and a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a warm hug. Your whole body was shaking as you sobbed, incoherent words babbling past your lips. The person hugging you slowly rocked you side to side hushing softly and you began to calm. It was a full ten minutes later when your cries quietened down to small hicks and sniffles and you were able to pull away to see (bf/n) gazing back at you in concern.

“What happened?” She asked softly but with firmness. You trembled.

“H-he was here. P-Pennywise. He came and he was gonna eat me.”

Your friend stared at you blankly for a moment and your brows furrowed. “(Bf/n)?”

“Pennywise? Who is Pennywise?” She asked. You blinked and laughed in disbelief.

“You know who he is. You told me about him! The clown in the sewers! You dared me to kiss him!”

No matter what you said, she didn’t show any sign of understanding. You pulled away and pushed off the ground, stumbling slightly as you turned to the others.

“Surely you know what I’m talking about.” You say but there was no familiarity. One of the friends, a taller male with messy locks of hair stepped forward with a creased brow.

“(Y/n), you seem like you halucinated pretty badly…there wasn’t anyone there when I closed the door. Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream that made you more… jumpy?” He suggested carefully. You stepped away from him at an utter loss. How could they have forgotten about the terrifying clown?! You couldn’t get him out of your head!


“(Y/n). You’re just disoriented from your dream, a common occurrence after an argument or a fit of rage. Just try to get some sleep and we’ll go for a walk tomorrow, okay?” The male said. This was impossible.

You glanced down at your feet and you bit your lip, letting it slip through your teeth.

“You’re right…I’m sorry I woke you all, and for getting mad.” You mumbled. Without another word, you stumble your way back into your motel room and close the door, your eyes darting around the room for any sign of the clown. But he was gone and you weren’t sure if you were happy about that or not. You didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

Okay so this wasn’t as long as the previous chapter (I think haha) but regardless I hope you all enjoy!

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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The Younger Son - Part 1

((OOC: Regulus played by @space-marauder, Sirius played by @asktheboywholived))

On this particular night, the Noble Black Family had many visitors in their home at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The younger of the two sons wandered, talking with the guests of his home, smiling pleasantly, but never really saying a word. His mother caught sight of him from across the room and motioned for him to join her…

The woman rolls her eyes, disgusted with her elder son.

The boy hesitates, his brow creasing ever so slightly.

A moment passes and the boy still has not moved.

The boy makes his way up the stairs to the third floor, passing by the heads of dead house elves mounted on the wall, various family portraits that nod at him politely, numerous candelabra adorned with silver snakes baring their fangs, until finally he reaches the top of the stairs. On one side is his own room where the door is marked with a silver plate, reading “Regulus Arcturus Black.” He crosses to the door opposite. He knocks and waits.

“Sirius?” he calls. There is no reply. The boy reaches out, twists the door handle and enters the room.

Sirius: And did she tell you just how the imperious curse works…

A blaze of scarlet and gold from around Sirius’ neck catches his brother’s eye.

The elder brother shoves his way past the younger. Regulus can hear his steps descending the stairs. He closes his eyes. And waits. The sound of his brothers steps fade and a moment later, he hears what he expected to hear; the painfully shrill shrieks of his mother and the sharp cracks of guests disapparating.

to be continued…

Best of Friends

Originally posted by spdrparker

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader


Word Count: 3,500


Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?


I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx

[Reader’s POV]

   Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.

   Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check  you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.

  Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.

   Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit.  You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate.  Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.

   Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work.  Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick  to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.

   Looking at the  signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim.  The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.

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Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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The Reunion

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Avengers x female!Reader

Request: Hey Bae 😚 would you like to do an imagine where you were Buckys wife in the 40s and after he got taken by Hydra you went through the same fate. Now 70 years later they found you during a mission captured and take you to the compound. Bucky feels overly happy but fears you won’t recognise him, but you do. So over the time you slowly get along with the new life and also your feelings for Buck didn’t change, you just experience a more intense love life 😉 this would be great & some smut hehe -anon

Warnings: Smut/NSFW (18+) - fingering and oral (female receiving) - some language - a wee bit o’ angst

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: College is really stressful and I’ve had such a bad mental week, it’s been great. Any ways, here’s some good ol’ smut! There’s plenty more where this came from, so I hope it’s what you were searchin’ for. Requests/asks are still open, so feel free to drop somethin’!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Y/N. Her name was Y/N.

It’s missions that this that remind me of her. The flakes falling around us bitterly kiss my face as Steve and I trudge through endless mounds of snow, heading for the large, rusted metal door embedded in the rough stone of the mountain. This is where I was kept under HYDRA control - where my previous life has ended and this new one began.

Y/N was my comfort - she kept me grounded. We had first met during a night-out in the city. I had convinced Stevie to go to a club with me, and she was the first woman I saw when I stepped into the dim room. We spent the whole night drinking and chatting, and by the end of the night, I knew she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with - I just never knew our time together would be so short.

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Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.

Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.

Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.

She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.


Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.

He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”


“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.


“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 


Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse 

Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-


ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao

*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*

[Reader’s POV]

“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.

   You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.

   Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.

   Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.

“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.

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I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact


All wrong.

This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you

“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.

The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”

They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.