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{PART 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook attempts to do the impossible; keep Yoongi under control for as long as he can in his own Manor. But, after an unsuspecting escalation - everything ends in tears…and blood.

“How sobering it is, to love something that evil can corrupt”

  • || Warning: This chapter contains violence and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

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anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!

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genre: smut [oral]

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Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

“Hey guys!” You grinned.

“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

“I won’t!” You spat.




“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

Idiot. You thought to yourself.

what-even-is-sleep  asked:

*whispering* lance circus auuuuuuuuuuuu *naruto-runs away*

Girl. GUUUURL i am living. I could probably make this a huge fix of it’s own too, but i won’t cuz I’m very sick. haha. Ok!

“Oh no,” Hunk blots off the white paint that has spotted his bright orange clown pants. His trailer smells like an odd combination of makeup and fresh bread. 

“There’s no way in hell you’re using me as your sacrifice.” Hunk cries with more determination.

“Aw c’mon Hunk! You’re always being shot out of a cannon or something! How is this more dangerous?” Keith whines. His throwing knives jangle in his back pocket.

“Um, well for one thing…. it’s not a real cannon. It’s one I designed and built so I know exactly how much firepower it has and the risk that’s involved.” He sets down his pants. “And like, the whole joke is that I DON’T get shot out! There’s no risk.”

“We also go through our equipment before every show for safety checks.” Pidge chimes in from her dark corner of the trailer. He hair is still sprayed in crazy directions from their last performance, but she’s removed her makeup. There are still traces of red around her mouth. 

“And Hunk even reduced the sugar content in his pies because they were stinging his eyes a bit too much.”

Hunk nods to confirm. Keith rolls his eyes and groans.

“I’m desperate here guys. I really need a new partner. Thace just called and said the doctors won’t sign off on him touring.” Keith had gotten the call just hours before. Thace had been his mentor and partner for all of their tours, but in recent years he had taken more of a back seat. He would participate less in the throwing aspect, and now just enjoyed spinning on boards blindfolded while Keith threw knives at him. Only the circus performers could tell that he was secretly napping under that blindfold. 

But Thace was getting older. He would joke that Keith should find some “pretty young thing” to replace him, but Keith enjoyed working on their act together. he liked the close bond and comradery that they shared and thought he could get at least three more tours out of him. Unfortunately Thace’s heart had other plans. 

“Pidge?” Keith asks. She snorts.

“Honestly, it’s not very impressive if you miss me. I’m such a small target. Not very entertaining.”

“That’s true.” Keith sighs. She definitely had a point.

“You could try Lance?” She asks. On the outside it’s an innocent enough question. Lance was their star trapeze and high wire artist. He was athletic, looked good in a leotard, and used to the adrenaline that came from circus work. Logically he’d be a perfect fit.

But Keith sees that knowing smirk on Pidge’s lips. He walks out of their trailer with a huff.

“Forget it.”

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anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo


Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

anonymous asked:

can i request a jaehyun or johnny au if you don't mind? i love your writings a lot and i hope you're doing well in school! ☺️💞

  • vampire!johnny
  • is such a show-off that fellow vampires from his coven, jaehyun and taeyong, have to make sure he doesn’t secretly give away their secret to idk literally everyone 
  • only drinks blood at a specific temperature. literally most vampires just drink right from the animal but johnny will save up blood, take it home, and microwave it
  • someone: “you’re so handsome, it’s almost godly????”
  • johnny: “i mean you could say im godly, im also immorta-”
  • taeyong: “IMMORAL,,,,,,LIKE,,,,,HE HAS NO MORAls,,,,,,,,,,,we have to be going now bye”
  • you’re just walking through the forest, going back down the path because you spent most of the day taking photos of animals
  • when you somehow lose track of the path so you decide to take another way around,,,,,and you stumble upon this group???? of ????? people????
  • standing around a fire and you’re like oh !!! campers?
  • but then one of them turns around and uh,,,,,his mouth? is red???? is that BLOOD
  • and you want to scream but it gets stuck in your throat and in that flash of a moment, the boy disappears and appears behind you, hand over your mouth and drags you back into the bushes
  • and you’re like don’t kill me don’t kill me,,,,,don’t please,,,,,
  • and he whispers against your ear that you shouldn’t make noise, he won’t hurt you but if you do the others will
  • and you’re like ?????? others????? 
  • but you shake and you feel his arms pull you a bit close and finally when you’ve calmed down he lets you go and you turn to see this,,,,,amazingly gorgeous person and his lips are shining red
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,a,,,,,are you a -” and he’s like “yes, a vampire. i mean what other magical creature looks this good?” and you’re like “don’t like merpeople also-” and johnny is like shh
  • and you’re like,,,,why’d you pull me away?? and he’s like if the coven members see you,,,,,,they could vote to hurt you so you lose your memory of seeing us
  • and you’re like oh my god,,,,,,,,,,,,so you saved me?? and johnny shrugs but you can see the smug look on his face
  • and he’s like “let me walk you back to the path” and you’re like “wait,,,,can vampires like teleport because back there,,,,,that’s what you did” and johnny laughs and is like “no, i can just move super fast. here let me show you.”
  • and suddenly you’re back in his arms and in the blink of a minute he’s climbed up a tree and moved you guys up on a high branch
  • and you’re like WOAH, clutching onto him and he’s like,,,,,oh,,,,,,looking down and feeling your warm body pressed against his,,,,
  • and you’re like “im so high up,,,,this is so scary,,,,but it’s so pretty??? the sky looks so close,,,,”
  • and as you’re talking johnny notices how sweet your voice sounds and how he doesn’t want your warm hands around him to let go
  • and johnny is like “i can take us hi-” and you’re like “nonono this is ok also,,,,,”
  • you look up at him, his shining eyes in the night sky’s backdrop and you’re like “don’t let go.”
  • and johnny,,,,feels a spark go through him. something he doesn’t ever feel around other vampires, let alone humans
  • and he tries to make a joke like “telling a vampire not to let go, how confident are you human?” but in reality he’s like how is this human so freaking CUTE,,,,good thing i saved them 
Red (Sneak Peak)

Just a little bit of something I’m working on… hope you enjoy it! xx


Originally posted by 1dlarryluv

He stares at you in amazement when you drop to your knees, your eyes glistening with something he never thought he’d see directed at him, at least not coming from you - lust. Your fingers, clumsy in your haste to undress him, shake while you pluck the button of his skinny jeans and pull on the zipper, the noise making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

You don’t waste time with teasing and he appreciates it - his cock is pulsing inside his pants and it’s become uncomfortable to be bound by the tightness of his skinnies, so, when you eagerly pull them down along with the soft fabric of his boxer briefs, Harry breathes a sigh of relief, the cold air of your foyer enveloping him as his hard member hits against the soft pink of his shirt that still covers his body.

Your lips spread into a smile when your hand wraps around his shaft and Harry sucks in a breath as the thought dawns on him - his lips, swollen from your eager kisses, won’t be the only part of his body covered in the vibrant red of your lipstick.

“Gonna leave your stain on m’ cock, too?” Harry questions, hair falling across his eyes as his neck bends so he can look down at you. “Been thinking ‘bout it all night… having yeh mark me.”

The moan that leaves your lips as you register his words make his knees go weak - it’s an obscene, salacious, desperate sound, loud and unbridled, the perfect description of how erotic this whole ordeal is. It makes his skin prickle with goose bumps and his eyes glaze over with lust and he reaches down, one hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him, your eyes shining with desire, red stained mouth open around shallow breaths.

“D’yeh like that? Like the thought o’ marking me?” When you gulp, a whiny “yes” coming from your lips, Harry’s fingers tighten slightly around your chin, his thumb reaching up to drag across your bottom lip, smudging the lipstick even further and he can feel his cock twitch and pulse in your grasp. “Is that cause yeh want people to know I’m yours?”

There is a stale feeling to the building’s interior, like a photograph repeatedly taken until the colours bleached out, each image growing progressively more whitewashed. The walls that were once bright pink were now a flaked pastel pink with art hastily hung in an attempt to cover up the faded paint. They were stacked together, frames knocking into each other: renaissance-styled forgeries sold for half price across the street.

When patrons come to this establishment they don’t come for the decor, for the chairs which had seen better days. There is not much to say for the place in terms of its aesthetics, but their drinks? Their drinks seem to hold a secret of their own, each one a different shade depending on the flavour.

They ordered their drinks, paid separately, and sat at a corner table where a long poster leered, a clown’s smile over the table. This reads like a breakup, inherently messy feelings about to spill onto the table alongside the wadded napkins.  

“You haven’t been down at the beach lately.” But accusation is absent from her tone, her head tilted while she wraps her lips around the straw and takes a sip from her drink: bright crimson, ice curled elegantly at the top.

“Maybe it just lost it’s charm by now.” The reply is curt, her hands curling around the blue drink she holds: it tastes like the ocean, they both know it — the first woman feigns a smile, the second cringes, tries to soften her words: “I mean, it still is beautiful—the sea, your home.”

“I’m hungry.”

The mermaid takes another sip of red, colour staining her tongue as it darts around her mouth; it is impossible not to follow the movement, the woman knows she’s so fucked. If not today, then soon.

What is one more body between them anyway? Serial killers have reputations to uphold.

— a mermaid and a serial killer have a drink || Eliot C.

 Title: Tutor (Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader gets reccommended a tutor; that tutor being Peter Parker. The same Peter that has a crush on her.

Word Count: 1433

A/n: I LOVED THIS! Omg it’s so cute. Well, I think it is ;). I hope you enjoy it!!



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anonymous asked:

18 + jikook

Send me a pairing + a number: “Fuck. Off.”

canon compliant | well :)

“Fuck. Off.” Jimin ponctuates, attempting to get Jungkook away from him by pushing his shoulders back – with more strength than initially intended, maybe. “Get off.”

“Why?” Jungkook presses harder, though, not a single sign on his annoyingly beautiful face of pulling away. He has one knee in between Jimin’s thighs and a pair of elbows pressed against the wall behind them, in a very successful way of preventing the older from escaping, “Give me one good reason.” His tone has been increasingly dropping since he started pinning Jimin against the red brick wall of their building’s terrace, to the point it was now just a soft murmur blown in the cold air of the night – and inside Jimin’s hot mouth.

They are so close to each other it sends a sudden awareness of nostalgia up Jungkook’s lips – a kind of longing he hadn’t witnessed himself feeling since… Well, never. Their chests warmness and oxygen are all mixing; Jungkook’s nose is touching Jimin’s and he can breath in Jimin’s scent so well it’s fucking driving him insane. Jungkook wants to kiss him so bad it’s physically absurd – and so it is how long he had resisted before finally ending up here, staring down at Jimin’s lips with a need it clenchs his stomach and burns his chest.

He still remembers the first time he kissed them, in the practice room, three months ago, for accuracy. Not that he had counted or anything stupid like that. But he remembers. How they felt so soft, and warm and right against his own. Well, at least for the first five seconds, before the dizzy spur of their tired – and mildly sexually induced by the song they were previously dancing to – minds hit them like a violent wave in the shore, crashing upon them and making them drown. He remembers how Jimin began to kiss him breathless, and how he kissed back until they were both lightheaded and panting. Jungkook’s hands gripping Jimin’s ass and pressing him down where he so painfully needed, Jimin’s own hands roughly tangled on Jungkook’s hair, pulling hard and making the younger moan.

“I swear to god, if you don’t back off, I’m going to fucking deck you in the face.” Jimin threats and Jungkook leans down, so they’re eye-level and Jimin doesn’t have to look up to talk to him. This, however, only seems to riles Jimin up more, his hands crumpling the fabric of Jungkook’s tshirt and consequently pulling it up slightly, exposing some inches of his lower belly to the cool air.

“Why is that?” Jungkook repeats, pressing their chests harder. They didn’t have sex, back in that night, thanks to Jimin’s phone going off when they were about to lose their pants. If Jungkook was relieved or frustrated, he couldn’t differ. It’s not like he didn’t want it to happen, he just didn’t want it to be… In a stuffy room, with both of them too tired and too horny to be thinking straight about decisions they were surely regretting the other day. Although, from that day forward Jimin had been blatantly avoiding him, acting like nothing happened and shoving the subject away whenever Jungkook tried bringing it up. Now, three months later, Jungkook seriously can’t take it anymore. “Because I’m finally having the guts to properly talk to you about this? I’m tired of playing games, hyung. If you hated it so much just straightforward tell me so I can apologize for kissing you, instead of pretending I don’t exist whenever we’re alone. It kinda hurts.”

Jimin’s fingers soften it’s grip on Jungkook’s tshirt and he looks down, a frown molding his features.

Jungkook wants to kiss his pout away. But he doesn’t.

“I-I didn’t… hate it…” Jimin mutters, fidgeting the cloth. “It’s just…” he lifts his eyes and meet Jungkook’s gaze for a second before diverting it again. “Aish, I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, an ache menacing to show up on his voice.

It’s kinda unfair, he thinks. How Jimin is dealing with everything like it means nothing, when Jungkook can not not think about it for a single day. How Jimin is not shifting his gaze down to Jungkook’s lips, like Jungkook has been constantly doing for the past minute, dying to catch Jimin’s lips on his own. Or how he seems almost restless to get away from Jungkook, when all Jungkook wants to do is hold his body on his arms and not let go.

“Because…” Jimin nearly whines, frustrated. Their chests are still tightly pressed together, but it feels softer, the atmosphere having made Jungkook faintly pull away, scared of Jimin’s answer. “I don’t want to serve as a reckless experience for you to kill your curiosity only and then–“

“What?!” Jungkook chokes out, shocked. “What the fuck?! Who ever said you were–“

“No one needs to say it, okay?” Jimin snorts, looking everywhere but Jungkook’s face. “This already happened before. I’m sure of my… You know. But you’re not and I’m just sick of being used as an–“

“Shut up.” Jungkook cuts him off. He feels irritated somehow. “With what right do you go out carelessly making assumptions about me and comparing me with the assholes from your past?” Jimin is silent all of a sudden. “Goddammit, hyung! Three months! Seriously, this is absurd, why couldn’t you just talk to me when I tried to?”

Jimin is eyeing his left hand on Jungkook’s t-shirt, so the younger angles his head to be on Jimin’s field of vision and force him to stop avoiding his stare. “Look at me.” he says, and this time he is able to hear the hurt on his voice, his brows furrowed as if that would help him read Jimin’s mind.

“I…” Jimin starts, lips pursed and Jungkook’s chest aches with how much he wants to kiss it, but he somehow expects for Jimin to do it first. He doesn’t want to push himself on him, just to be rejected later. “I…” They’re holding eye contact and it makes kind of hard for Jimin to properly think with such a short distance between them. “It makes me feel awkward.” He finally lets out, gulping.

“Why?” Jungkook asks, and feels like it’s the thousand time he is repeating this question.

Jimin fists his tshirt harder, before his hands go cup the sides of Jungkook’s neck, the cold palms against his warm skin making his breath slightly hitch. “Because…” he seems to be painfully trying to form words and Jungkook’s heart is beating so fast he is sure Jimin can feel it against his chest. “It’s your fault. You make me feel awkward.”

Jungkook had unconsciously tilted his head to the side, the angle rendering difficult for him to pretend he can’t feel Jimin’s breath hitting his lips anymore.

“You make me feel awkward too.” he whispers.

Jimin is bitting his lips, and it takes him a whole second to close his eyes and tangle his hands on Jungkook’s hair after the younger’s words fall out of his mouth, pulling him closer. Their lips are brushing and Jungkook is happy Jimin is somehow holding him in place, because otherwise he’s sure his legs would be betraying him – but still none of them is moving further and Jungkook is so fucking frustrated, because what the fuck is still holding Jimin back?

(Jungkook’s pride is holding himself back, because even though he is sure Jimin’s hands fisting his hair means a lot more than just consent, he still doesn’t want to be the first to give in – considering he had been the first to do it the last time. He needs a stronger reassurance Jimin wants that as much as he does, and he is determined to get it.)

That’s what impells him to part his lips and allow the hot air from his throat to curl around Jimin’s lips, the red flesh of their mouths skimming and providing both of them a tingling feeling on the tip of their stomachs. Jimin is still motionless and Jungkook is so damn impatient, he sinks his teeth on Jimin’s bottom lip with force and no previous warning, making Jimin hiss and then moan when Jungkook pulls it forward just to let it softly slide from his teeth back to its place.

Something clicks inside Jimin’s mind and he chases Jungkook’s lips with a hunger he has no idea he possesses, their mouths finally, finally clashing with an eagerness built during months.

Jungkook’s lips fits under Jimin’s so naturally well that it’s almost surreal, as only the pressure of their mouths against each other is able to make Jungkook feel on the verge of exploding – longing washing over him and proving his imagination is such a weak representation of reality. He could never truly recreate this feeling, it didn’t matter how many scenarios he pictured.

It’s when Jimin licks his lips – almost demanding for Jungkook to let him in – that he melts, their tongues meeting in a simultaneous warmness and thirsty that needs no further actions to demonstrate how desperate for each other they actually are. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, angling his head in a way there’s not an inch of air between them, standing on his tiptoes and sucking Jungkook’s lips with just the right amount of pressure to drive him crazy. He takes his elbows off the wall and envelops them around Jimin’s waist, in an impossible attempt to pull him closer, needing to completely intoxicate all his senses with Jimin and Jimin only. Not that it took a lot of effort.

“Mhm…” he hears the whine falling out of Jimin’s lips and feels the vibration on his mouth and chest. His arms tighten around the older’s waist in response and the clenching on his stomach urges him to lick in Jimin’s mouth more intensely. He does, and on the second time, they moan together, Jimin’s hands gripping Jungkook’s shoulder so hard, his nails are sinking on the skin.

They pull apart for lack of oxygen, both panting and with swollen red lips.

Jungkook kisses Jimin again for a second, not resisting to stay away for too long. He watches as a shy smile appears on Jimin’s lips, so he kisses it one more time. And then another, and another. He keeps on pecking Jimin’s lips repeatedly until he is giggling and blushing. Jungkook smiles, burying his face on the older’s neck and sucking his scent to his lungs.

Jimin’s skin smells the sweetest.

“You’re so dumb.” He lets out, voice muffled.

Jimin chuckles. “So are you.”

“Yah!” he pulls back offended to look him in the face. “I was the one trying to fix everything up, why am I dumb?!”

Jimin brings his face closer to Jungkook’s. “You should’ve caged me against a wall and kissed me breathless three months ago.”

He smiles before catching Jungkook’s lips on his again.

“Hey! You kissed me!”

“Shut up, asshole.”

It Means (Josh Dun x reader)

Well hello frens. I’m back with another imagine because I have no life other than Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph. 😂 anyways pals, this one is kind of dark but I kind of just thought of it and wanted to write it.

If anybody has an idea for an imagine, let me go. I accept requests and it will be written relatively quickly. I accept anything with Josh Dun or Tyler Joseph, I just won’t do smut cause I’m not comfortable writing that. So request imagines even if you don’t follow me! Let me know how you like this one y'all

WARNINGS: abusive relationship (emotionally and physically) ——-

Being with Riley had been great the first three months. He was everything you looked for in a guy and he treated you well at first. You had met him at a show, he gave you his number, and you were brave enough to use it. After a few perfect dates, you and Riley had made it official and it’s been six months since then. The first three months were full of kissing, cuddling, hand holding, all the cliche crap you never thought you would have. You were full of bliss and happiness, until things changed. At first, he was just being a little bossy. He would tell you to change when you wore something that he deemed inappropriate. He told you he didn’t want you talking to any other guy, even your best friend, Josh. You figured it was typical, protective boyfriend kind of stuff. But then the name calling started. He would lash out on you and call you ugly, a slut, a piece of crap. But he would always apologize and say he was just afraid of loosing you, so you stayed. But the last month had been hell on Earth. He had been telling you how to fix yourself. It started with your weight, him telling you to eat lighter until eventually you barely ate anything the whole day. Then he dictated what you would wear everything. And he became rougher and cold, in and out of bed. He wasn’t the Riley you had agreed to date. He was a monster now and made your low self esteem sink even more. You began to hate yourself, feeling like a piece of crap. But you still stayed with him, because he loved you.

It was now your guys six month anniversary and you sat on your couch in his apartment. It was 12:37 am and Riley was God knows where doing God knows what. You had two glasses of wine poured out with a small cake on the table that read “Happy 6 Months.” You wore his favorite dress that he never let you wear in front of other people. It was a simple, thigh length black dress that hugged your body. But here you were, sitting by yourself in an empty apartment on your six month anniversary. On nights like these, when Riley stayed out late, he would come home, drunk and angry. He would yell at you for whatever and tell you that you were a piece of shit that was unworthy of your love. He’d wake up that morning, telling you that he loved you but you had to watch yourself. And you’d forgive him.

The door slammed open, yanking you from your thoughts as you look behind the couch. Riley walked in, slamming the door shut behind him. He was wasted. His hair was a mess, his tie hanging low on his neck. An angry expression played out on his face as he snarled in disgust, seeing what you had set up. “What is this bullshit?” He growled.

“Well, it’s our six month anniversary. I was thinking we could celebrate with some cake and wine.” You said with a small smile, standing up and walking in front of him.

“Are you a retard? You can’t eat cake! You are supposed to be loosing weight, you pig, not gaining it.” Riley spat in your face and you looked down at your feet, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"You are right. That was stupid.” You mumbled quietly as Riley sighed.

"What the hell are you wearing?”

You looked up at Riley who was fuming with anger. “It’s your favorite dress. I wanted to wear it for you.”

"You fucking slut. What makes you think you could wear this without my permission, you whore?” Riley yelled, turned around and hanging his jacket up.

Anger and sadness filled your body, and you didn’t even think before saying “I hardly think I’m a slut cause I wore this dress. And you know, I don’t need your permission.” You knew those words were a mistake as soon as they left your mouth. Riley spun around, his face gnarled and red. You’d never seen him so this mad. Fear rose in your body as Riley raised his hand, striking you with such force that you fell over onto the ground. You looked up at Riley, tears spilling your eyes. “I am so s-sorry.”

“You fucking slut! I try to help you, you worthless piece of shit. But you disobey me and act like a slut. You wear shit like this and practically throw yourself at any guy who looks in your direction, even that Joshua guy.” Riley screamed, taking his foot and kicking you in the gut, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up, you deserve this punishment.”

Riley had never gotten physical before but here you were as he continually kicked you. He picked you up and pushed his face in yours, staring into your eyes. “Will you break my rules again? Or will you obey me?”

“I’ll o-obey you. I p-promise.” You cried out as you sobbed. You felt Rileys hand met your face, a burning pain rising to the surface.

“Remember, you’re lucky to have me.” Riley growled as he threw you back on the ground, causing you to land with a soft thud. Your whole body ached as your sobbed. Riley walked off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You slowly got up, knowing you had to get out before he exited the bathroom. You ran for the door, not bothering to grab a jacket or shoes. You twisted it open and ran out, heading to the only person that would help you. ——-

It hasn’t been your lucky day at all. Rain pounded down as you had traveled to Josh’s place, causing you to be soaked as you reached his door, timidly knocking. His door opened after a couple minutes and your yellow haired friend opened the door, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He was only in some pajamas bottom and his hair was wild. He met you with an initial smile before a look of fear and concern spread across his face, looking at you with wide eyes. “(Y/N), what the hell happened? Are you okay?” He said, wrapping his arm around you as he led you inside.

"I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, I just didn’t know who to go to.” You frantically mumbled as your hands shook, still scared from what had happened.

"It’s fine. What happened? Did Riley do this?” Josh asked and you started sobbing when you heart his name. Josh walked over to you, his strong arms wrapping around you as you buried your face in his neck, clinging to him. “(Y/N), what happened?”

You pulled away slightly but still held on to Josh. He made you feel safe as he softly looked at you, still holding you. He lead you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you as you both sat down. “It was our six month anniversary. I wanted to surprise him with a cake and wine and his favorite dress. But he came home late, completely drunk and started yelling. I messed up and said something to him and…”

"Did he hit you?” Josh said, anger dancing across his eyes.

"He slapped me a couple times and kept kicking me and I didn’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

"Has he done this before?” Josh said, standing up. You rarely saw him angry but his hands clutched into fists and his face started turning red.

"Josh, please calm down.” You begged. You didn’t want anything to happen to Josh and you didn’t want him to do anything stupid.

”(Y/N), I need to know if he has done this before.”

“He’s never hurt me but…” your voice trailed off, too scared to tell him about the emotional abuse you had dealt with.


"He told me what to do, eat, wear. Who to talk to and not talk to. He called me names and made me feel like nothing.” You whispered, staring down at your hands.

Josh was fuming with anger, but he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Listen, why don’t you get into some of my clothes, and you can sleep here tonight?”

"Thanks, Josh.”

"Anything for you. I’ll always be here for you.” ——-

You woke up to a phone ringing. It was still dark and you shifted in bed. Josh had given you one of his shirts and some sweats to wear and your hair was pulled in a bun. You reached your phone, you voice dripping with sleep. “Hello?”

"Hey, babe.” Josh’s husky voice filled your ears and your eyebrow raised as you sat up

"Josh, what’s going on? Where are you?” You nervously asked, reaching to turn a light on.

"Listen, I only have a couple minutes to talk, but I kind of got… arrested. I’m at the police department and I need you to bail me out.” Josh meekly said and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"What did you do? Why did you leave? Josh?” You asked, fear filling your heart. You already had an idea as to what happened but you needed to hear Josh explain it.

"Listen, I will explain everything but I need you to pay bail and I swear I’ll pay you back. I just really need you to come.” Josh begged.

"Alright, I’m coming.” ——-

You sat in the waiting room now, waiting for Josh to be released. Josh’s bail had required you to pay a visit to an ATM but you had headed to the department immediately. Now you nervously sat there, clutching to your phone. You had changed to one of Josh’s sweaters to hide your bruises from Riley and you wore the sweats you slept in.

”(Y/N)?” You looked up, Josh standing in front of you with a weak smile. You gasped, standing up. He had a huge black eye and a bruise across his cheeks that was swelling slightly. You looked down at his hands, which were also bruised and red in color. You grabbed Josh’s hands and closed your eyes, feeling tears threaten to spill. “Come on. My car is out there.”

Josh wrapped his arm around you and you both exited the station, entering Josh’s car. You sat there in complete silence for a couple minutes before you whispered “What did you do?”

I paid Riley a little visit.” Josh said, his teeth gritted as he mention his name.

“I could infer that much. What did you do?”

”(Y/N), I am your best friend. And as your best friend, I am going to protect you and if anyone hurts you, they’ll pay. So I went to Rileys place and…”

“And what? You thought smacking him around was a good idea. He will just make me pay once I go back.” You yelled. Things would be so much worse for you now.

“What the hell do you mean? You aren’t going back to him. Ever.” Josh said in a strict tone, looking over at you.


"No. I won’t allow it. I didn’t beat the crap out of him for no reason. He made you feel less then you are. You are a beautiful, wonderful, amazing person who deserves the whole world, not some douche bag who doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. He treated you in a way no one should and he is a piece of crap for it. You are not going back to him.” Your heart swelled with joy as you heard Josh’s words. You had been told for so long how pitiful and meaningless you were that tears ran down your cheeks as you tried to digests his words. Riley shouldn’t have treated you like that. You deserved better. It was a difficult concept to wrap your mind around but Josh just stared at you, putting his hand on your cheek, brushing your hand away. “Never ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t worth it or perfect. Cause you are.”

Josh’s eyes were full of love and remorse as he stroked your cheek, washing away any fears or nerves you had. “Josh, thank you. I thought he loved me so I stayed but…”

"Love isn’t hurting the ones you claim to care for. Love is being there for someone on matter what and protecting them. It’s valuing their opinions and thoughts. It’s unwavering support and kindness for a person that you unconditionally love.” Josh said, with a small smile on his face. He looked nervous but content as he said that. Your heart bubbled with joy as you realized Josh did all those things for you and you did all of those things for him. You looked before you at the boy with the yellow hair and softly smiled, realizing you genuinely loved this boy. You put your hand over his and stroked his bruised knuckles.


"Yeah.” He responded, still letting his eyes wonder all over your face.

"You do all of that for me. What does that mean?” You asked, nervous for his response.

Josh sighed, his smile turning to a look of fear as he barely whispered “It means I love you.”

Josh’s hands still laid against your cheek as you smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a while. “Josh?”


"I love you.”

redshinyapple  asked:

Prompt: Robert fanboying so hard over something. Maybe they get to watching the new guardians of the galaxy or wonder woman?

so i haven’t written anything outside of my english class in the past five or so years so if it’s terrible i’m sorry, but i’d like some more practice so send me prompts!

Wonder Boy. 

Aaron has never be one to go to the cinema. If he want’s to see a film so badly, he can buy it and watch it in the comfort of his living room, thank you very much. But it’s Robert’s turn to plan date night so it’s not like he has a choice in the matter; besides a movie, dinner and a quick snog at the side of greggs sounds pretty good to him.

They’re halfway through their main course now and Robert’s barely taking a breath between his mouthfuls of risotto, the excitement rolling off him in waves.

“But Aaron did you see? She fucking flew! You couldn’t even tell it was special effects!” He’s had a spot of sauce on his tie for the last twenty minutes, but Aaron’s in no rush to tell him.

“Yes Robert, I saw” It doesn’t even process for Robert that Aaron even replied.

“And the way that building just collapsed! It’s like it was actually happening! Imagine if the BT tower just fell right in front of our faces, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do!”

It’s not like his nerd of a husband is new to Aaron, God knows how many hours of Star Wars he’s sat through, how many arguments they’ve had over where to put his “collectables” (“they’re not dolls, Aaron!” ) and he’s lost track how many times he’s had to pull him away from Hotten’s “Nerd Palace” or whatever Liv calls it, but this is a rarity.

Robert’s lips are stained from the red wine he just had to order, traces of dark red around his mouth, his cheeks are flushed so brightly against his pale face, and it’s a surprise that he’s managed to even get any food in his mouth, what with how wide his grin is. There isn’t a part of Aaron that cares about ‘Wonder Woman’ sure, there were some explosions here and there but he’d much rather spend his night doing something he actually enjoyed, like his husband.

“Did you hear everyone gasping when that guy came around the corner! It sounded like the entire place was having a heart attack!”

“Hm, yeah I heard.” It must have been Aaron’s fork hitting the plate as he stabbed into his piece of steak that pulled Robert into reality, looking down at his plate, almost in embarrassment, his cheeks an even brighter red.

“I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t really your thing, you can pick what we do next time. I’m sure you’ll have more fun then.”

Aaron isn’t one to get soppy, but he can practically feel Robert’s heart sinking along with his own. Here is Robert, so used to hiding his passions, not used to being so open with himself and those around him. But here he is, on a date with his husband, in the most romantic, candle lit restaurant Aaron’s ever seen, with risotto around his mouth, ketchup on his tie from when he nicked one of Aaron’s chips, talking more passionately than he even realises.

“No, no! Did you see how quick he fell to the ground when she punched him?”

Robert’s eyes light up, the grin back on his face, and reaches across to gently grasp at Aaron’s hand. 

And Aaron falls in love all over again.

Klaus’ Girl

Words Count: 1506

Warning: None



Requested by @mellacharmed

2 and 23 with Klaus Mikaelson <3

2) “Let go of me! You’re a monster.”

23) “This isn’t a fantasy world, this isn’t Narnia.”

You’re a bartender in one of New Orleans’ many bars, the bar you worked in is located near the French Quarter. You weren’t stupid you knew something was going on in the night, but you just never knew what.

“Hello, again.” You greeted one of the new regulars, which didn’t happen often, with the place being filled with tourists you rarely saw the same person more than three times. The British blond, a man with the name of Klaus Mikaelson, sat in front of you. As he did every night now. He always sat in the middle of the bar, so he’d be able to talk to you. And you’d both talk fir house on end. He’s a very intelligent man, you found that out after a few conversations about life and your beliefs and what not.

“Hello (y/n).” Klaus said giving you one of his charming smiles. “How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m fine thank you, how are you?” You poured him a glass of bourbon, his usual drink. Klaus gave you a smile.

“I’m quite alright.” He said taking a sip from his drink. “I saw you at the festival today.”

You frowned. “Then why didn’t you come and say hello? Or am I talk-able to only in bars?”

“No love, I was going to talk to you, but I saw you were occupied with… your friends and I didn’t want to intrude.”

“It would’ve been alright, you could’ve met my friends.” You said and served a man his requested drink with a smile, before turning back to Klaus. “I know you met a few of them already, but one my best friends was there you would’ve liked him, his name is Marcel. I think I mentioned him before.”

“You did mention him before, which one was he?” Klaus asked already knowing the answer. He knew you know Marcel, but he didn’t know your relationship was that strong as to call him a best friend.

“I’ll show you.” You took out your phone from your pocket, put in the password then clicked on the photos icon and looked in your most resent pictures to find one of you and Marcel, it was from today at the festival. You took a selfie with the two of you, both smiling wide at the camera.

“I think I’ve seen him before.” Klaus said while trying to hide his jealousy, of how close and happy you and Marcel looked.

“He used to own of those big houses in the Quarter, he threw the best parties, some were so fancy.” You told Klaus who only nodded.

It was around 1 AM that Klaus left. But un-known to you he always came back and followed you home to make sure that you were safe.

You finished work around 3:30. Your flat wasn’t that far from the bar only three blocks away. The streets were calm and quite, but you could hear parties from some hoses as you walked. You had your ear-phone in, blocking everything around you.

Suddenly you were pushed to a wall, you let out a scream that was muffled by a hand.

“What is a cute little thing, like you doing out alone at a time like this?” The man asked, he sniffed and even licked it. You struggled and tried to push him of you, but he’s grip was like iron, you couldn’t shake him of you. He then flashed you a smiled before he moved his head back to your neck, before out of nowhere he was pushed of you. You let out a cream when you saw Klaus in front of you. The man was on the floor un-moving and his heart in Klaus’ hand. He let the heart go and you flinched as it touched the floor with a small thud.

Klaus took a hold of your shoulder as he tried to calm you, you were shaking still in shock. But when he touched you, you creamed and pushed him away.

Let go of me! You’re a monster!” you exclaimed. “Don’t you touch me.”

Klaus let go at once these words left your mouth.

“I know your scared and confused, but love you have to listen to me.” Klaus said calmly. He understood what you’re feeling and tried to cover how your words hurt him. You stayed silent so Klaus continued. “He’s a vampire, he was going to drain you of blood and kill you, I had to stop him… I am a hybrid both a vampire and a werewolf.”

You looked at him as if he was crazy. “Stop laying, it isn’t funny!” you shouted. “This isn’t a fantasy world, this isn’t Narnia. Where everything is possible.”

“How about you call Marcel?” Klaus suggested and took and took out his phone, he unlocked it opened his contacts and gave you the phone. You cautiously took the phone, and saw Marcel’s name that got you even more confused. You pressed on his name none the less. It rang for a few moments before the line came alive.

“What do you want Klaus?” Your best friends voice was loud and clear in your ear, you looked wide eyed at Klaus wide eyed who gave you a nod.

“I-it’s me Marcel.” You said quietly and shaky.

“(y/n)? What happened?” why are you calling me from Klaus’ phone?” You didn’t know what to say, so you thrust the phone who took the phone from you and explained everything to Marcel.

“He’s on his way.” Klaus said once he finished talking to Marcel, you were sitting on the ground with your head in your hands, you looked up at Klaus and nodded. Your eyes trailed down to the heartless which caused tears to run down your face. It wasn’t every day that you see a dead body, mind you a heartless one, with the heart laying next the body.

In no time Marcel arrived, he was with two of his men, they quickly took the body and were gone in a flash, but you didn’t even notice them as Marcel couched down in front of you, and pulled you to him your head hiding in his chest, as you cried. His hand ran through your hair, making you feel safe.

“It’s okay (y/n), it’s going to be okay.” Marcel told you softly. It wasn’t often that Klaus saw this side of Marcel, usually only with Davina.

“B-but he killed h-him, h-he took o-out his heart, with…” “I know baby, I know.” Marcel said calmly, he took a hold of your face looking at you. “You always knew that there’s something going on in New Orleans, everything Klaus told you is trye.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m a vampire too.” Marcel said, his eyes turned red with vines around them and fangs extended from his mouth. You shook your head and whimpered. “I should have told you, but I just didn’t want to lose our friendship. You’re the normal in my life.”

You let Marcel hug you once more.

“Let’s get out of here.” Klaus said looking around at the dark street, before returning back to you. “You must have a lot of questions.”

They both led you to Marcel’s old house. You looked at them weirdly.

“It belongs to Klaus and his family.” Marcel answered your un-asked question. And that’s how the night was spent, both Klaus and Marcel explaining and answering all your questions about the supernatural. Some of their answered got you to ask even more, but they didn’t once get annoyed or refused to answer.

You stood alone looking at New Orleans from one of the balconies in the house. The sun was rising, people were beginning to rise and get ready for a new day.

“I hope that now you understand why I did what I did.” Klaus said from behind you, you sighed.

“I do, I understand.” You said not turning to look at him. “I just don’t understand why’d protect me. I’m nothing special, you must have met and seen all kinds of women, so why did you protect me? Or even befriend me?”

You turned sideways so you’d be able you look at Klaus. Klaus was already looking at you, your eyes met and you almost got lost in his blue eyes as he was lost in yours.

“I fancy you.” Klaus said softly. “I like you.” You smiled and shook your head, giggling. “What are you laughing about?”

“It’s just funny for one of the eldest creatures alive to ‘fancy me’.” You said and your smile fell, before you looked at Klaus again. “And for me to feel the same is even funnier and crazy at the same time.”

Klaus said his dimples making an appearance, before he laughed. You joined him, and like the crazy people you were you smiled and laughed. Maybe it was because you stayed up all night and didn’t get much sleep, but you truly felt happy and safe with Klaus. You thought maybe this is the start of something extraordinary.


amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] pt.2

premise:  En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life]
Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last…

warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

amortentia masterpost | MASTERLIST.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

2. The prince in shinning armor.

A hiss of pain and a meek yelp. A thud. The grass beneath your fingers bites the inside of your sensitive palm and with great struggle you manage to pull yourself off the ground yet quickly falter with another gritted teeth cry. The rest of the class is set ablaze with murmurs and slowly lets themselves down from their brooms, though are not quick to approach you. A yell of your name starts things into motion; Katherine leaps from her hoovering broomstick and bolts across the yard, successfully jumping over your own laying broom just a few meters away from you and dropping to her knees where you have fallen. Pain shoots up like venom, burning everything at its wake and springing tears in those bright (colour) eyes. My ankle, you realize, my ankle! your mind repeats almost frantic yet you are cautious to examine the damage.

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butteredonions  asked:

mumble my mumble, can you please write more of keith and pidge being amazing? I love when you have them tag-teaming on an adventure. Keith and Pidge save the day? All hope seems lost UNTIL--?

oh onion my onion, how about something entirely different from the nice quiet crap I usually write? i hope you like space battles. jk I know you like space battles

Keith slams Red’s controls forward, and she blasts up with a drag of inertia that fuses Keith’s bones to his chair. The warship’s beam weapon fills the cockpit with sickly purple light as it slices through space beneath him, glancing off the castle’s shields. There’s no time to slow down. Red’s tail picks off two ships with neatly-placed shots, and three more seem to push forward to replace them.

They’re losing. They’re losing badly.

Lance shoots by in the opposite direction, peeling one of Keith’s pursuers off of him. He’s gone quiet, which is never a good sign, but he’s still fighting. The carrier ship that had warped in - that had been their first indication of the trap the Galra had sprung, that had tipped the balance of the battle irrevocably -  releases another wave of attackers, and they swing in a deadly flock towards Shiro. Hunk is near him, watching his back. Keith has long since lost track of Pidge.

Keith tries to breathe, tries to calm down. Tries to figure the odds as anything but ever-shrinking. They’re all getting tired, and the castle can’t warp, and that carrier is spitting out too many ships. If they don’t figure something out, and soon…

“Hey, Shiro,” says Pidge suddenly over their comms. “I’ve got an idea. You’re not going to like it.”

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flyingsuits-blog-blog  asked:

I still think about heartmouth. Like I'll be going through my day and not really even think about yoi but then I remember yuuri calls him heartmouth and I want to die because are you serious? Like, are you really for real? It's actually the sweetest thing and I need a drabble or something where yuuri teases victor by drawing hearts over his mouth over and over and victor's face is in his hands and he's so red because yuuri has the sly smile and I just die everytime okay ajshfjak

oh my god thank youuuu <333

“Say I’m meeting someone new who uses sign language,” says Viktor. “Do I introduce myself with fingerspelling, or can I just use the sign name you gave me?”

Yuuri shrugs. ‘The name I gave you is yours to use,’ he replies. Viktor thoughtfully traces a heart on his chest and then points to his mouth, and Yuuri has to resist the urge to swoon a little at the sight. 

“What does it mean?” he wonders.

Yuuri purses his lips, before grabbing his notebook and writing heart + mouth. He shows it to Viktor and adds, ‘because the way your mouth makes that heart shape when you smile is really cute’. 

Viktor’s mouth forms that exact beloved shape when he sees the signs. “Yuuri! That’s – that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!” And then suddenly Yuuri finds himself smushed into the cushions of the couch, Viktor pressing kisses all over to his face. “I love it, I love it so much!”

Yuuri can feel his face burning. He barely manages to make the sign for ‘thank you’ before Viktor is on him with more kisses, each one sweeter than the last. Finally, Yuuri pushes Viktor back a little to catch his breath, and adds, ‘you know, there’s a shorter way to sign it.’

“Really?” asks Viktor. 

Yuuri nods, and reaches up to trace a heart around VIktor’s mouth, watching in growing delight as his partner turns red at the feeling. 

“Yuuri,” whines Viktor. “That’s too adorable.”

Yuuri only responds by repaying Viktor’s favour, pressing him into the couch cushions and tracing hearts around Viktor’s mouth until they’re both laughing and blushing and content only to hold each other close.

(what’s the one thing about my writing you remember the most?)


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Hello :) if requests are still open, could I please get an imagine we’re you’re sucking on a lollipop and Gibbs gets really turned on? 

Requested by Anon~

“Where’d you get the candy?” Gibbs asked, eyeing the lollipop swirling between your teeth.

With a smile, you brought the candy out from your mouth. And Gibbs was still looking at it. “Abby gave it to me. She had leftovers from making goody bags for needy children. She’s a sweetheart.”

The lollipop reentered your mouth, lips closing down around the red candy as Gibbs slowly nodded his head. “Yeah, she’s something.” He agreed, but he stopped thinking about Abby. Gibbs was mainly focused on the way the lollipop glided effortlessly around in your mouth, a pink tongue lapping at it. Your jaw opened and closed, cheeks suctioned in as you sucked before removing it again.

“I have another if you want one, Jethro.”