I don’t think y’all understand how incredibly BEAUTIFUL the Italian version of Carry On is. Like yes, there’s the dust jacket, which is wonderful:
But, there’s also the back of the dust jacket, which is SO SO PRETTY:
For those who don’t know Italian, what says there is basically this quote from the book:
He’s still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. “I’m not the Chosen One,” he says.
I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”
(At this point I was already aldkflskdfjklsdljf-ing, but wait. Waaaait. Because there’s still more.)
So, here’s the actual cover:
Do you freakinnn know what it says? Here:
Sharing a room with the person you hate most is like sharing a room with a siren. (The kind on police cars, not the kind who try to entrap you when you cross the English Channel.) You can’t ignore that person, and you never get used to them. It never stops being painful.
Yes, it’s okay to scream. Because, LOOK AT THE BACK COVER:
Do you guess which quote this is? Yes, that’s correct:
Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire.
He’s constantly drawing you in. And you’re constantly stepping too close. And you know it’s not good—that there is no good—that there’s absolutely nothing that can ever come of it.
But you do it anyway.
Well. Then you burn.
And then I die, because together it’s this STUNNING PIECE OF ART:
Requested by Anonymous,“bts reacts to you flinching? ive seen this one a lot but i want to know how my favorite writer will have this down ((:”
He didn’t mean it at all, the words slipping from his lips and his tone maximizing as each second passed by wasn’t what he had intended to happen, and especially when you clenched your eyes shut as he had hastily grabbed onto your shoulder — he instantly felt despair wash him over as his limb was quickly retracted. “No, no, no” he quickly said, eyes painted in a thin layer of mist as he gulped, “I could never bring you physical pain, you believe me, yeah?”
You didn’t respond, looking away as you bit your lip whilst sniffling; and when his hand reached up slowly above your frame, it froze, wondering if the moment he decided to lay a finger on you, your image would disappear like the ripples erupting inside the sea.
He was cold, black wispy bangs covering his obsidian orbs like a sheer curtain, but, you could still see the gems gleaming in lividity as his impassive tone was soon laced with a ferocious growl, and even though he had only threw his hand up in the air to point towards the direction the man that had confessed to you had walked down after trying to kiss you inside your own home, you stagger in fear of being hit by the swinging arm — soon landing on your bottom as you let out a weak cry.
“Babe, I'm–” but he stopped, only staring to you in remorse as he believed it wasn’t his place to apologize, wondering how he could have let the argument go so far to the point that you believed he could hurt you.
It was just a teeny fragment that had chipped from his heart the moment a teardrop of translucent crystals had slithered a trail down your skin, but when you had brought up both arms to hug your face when he had only took a step forward; his heart blasted, immediately causing the man to burst into silent tears. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped the tears away because he knew he didn’t deserve to cry or try to explain himself, yet, his emotions still spoke for him.
“Do you really think that little of me?” He cracked out, reaching over hesitantly as he pulled you into his chest, his other hand lifting your chin up to lock eyes with him, “never will I hurt the one I love, (y/n), never.”
“Please!” He yelled, turning to you in a frenzy as you stood at the door with an expression slowly morphing into sadness, “just get out!”
He didn’t know what had overcame him, he didn’t even realize when he had abruptly got up from his revolving chair just to charge towards you and before he could softly push you out from the bedroom, you had squeaked as you nearly toppled over your own footing as he quickly grasped your arm, apologizing to Namjoon in fear that he would hurt you and he knew it. He was heartbroken, letting go of you in the speed of light as he knew he couldn’t trust his own self, slapping his cheeks with his hands to calm his feelings down.
“I would never lay a finger on you,” he muttered, “the day I do, I’d be way past dead.”
It was just a small, stupid argument over something so innocent, yet, he had let his jealousy get the better of him. He wasn’t yelling, only laughing sadistically as he looked to the floor with his fingers softly tapping the marble kitchen table and a small smirk adorning his features which scared you to bits. His kind demeanor was nowhere in sight, and when his head snapped towards your build with his fist slamming against the table and making you yelp — his eyes widened once your back stumbled into the wall just to get away from him.
“I’m sorry.” His whispered, quickly walking away because he knew he was in the wrong, and he also knew he didn’t want to see the expression you made ever again because that was enough to nearly burst his heart in pain and regret.
He saw the tears trickling down your skin, he noticed the way your pupils blasted with terror but he didn’t care, his anger painted him in colors so morbid that the moment he took a step closer to you, you couldn’t help but raise your arms up in defense as you flinched away. It was in a matter of seconds that the lone gesture had him apologizing immediately, quickly walking away from you to cool down and try to erase the image that would soon haunt him in his dreams.
“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered into the spacey room later that night, slowly pulling you into his chest. Digging his face into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss as he waited for you to slowly fall into slumber.
He was boiling with rage, his anger threatening to scald you as your yelling only further cackled the fire simmering the large pot of water that was slowly evaporating into thin air. Here he was slamming his fists onto the table, against the walls and once he stepped towards your frame as his hand reached for your shoulders — you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear slid down your cheek.
Jungkook froze, previous emotions flying from his mind as his heart began to shatter in many pieces, quickly pulling you into a hug and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he said, and although you could only laugh at the situation, his arms tightened around you, “I would never hurt you, please, believe me..”
WARNINGS: graphic smut, riding, masturbation, hand job, sub!jimin, babyboy!jimin
Summary: maybe Jimin just wasn’t as innocent as you thought.
Bright, big eyes stared at you with a glint of light as you handed him his water. A blush dawned onto his cheeks as he nodded, thanking you with a small voice. His eyes seemed to disappear from the shy smile he held on his features. You chuckled, shaking your head softly.
There was something about Jimin that you could never pinpoint what it exactly was; but he was certainly shy. In his own cute way, of course.
“I’m going to head out for a little,” you told him, giving him a warm smile.
He only nodded his head shortly, sipping his water before smiling.
You walked out the door, smiling softly as his innocent features stuck inside your head.
There was something different.
You could feel it the second you walked through the door. All of the lights were off, and there wasn’t a single light source coming from the apartment you shared with your roommate.
You frowned, thinking that he just went out without informing you beforehand.
But then there was a noise, and it wasn’t just any noise.
Your ears strained to hear the sounds, slowly making your way towards Jimin’s room as the sounds got louder. They were such sinful sounds, yet they were so beautiful. Especially since it was coming from Jimin’s mouth.
You licked your lips, noticing that his door only had a small crack open. You looked through, seeing something you never thought you would.
Jimin’s innocent side suddenly vanished the second you stared at him, watching as he touched himself. His hand worked slowly across his length, his thumb rubbing his tip each time he pumped upwards. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes tightly closed as he focused on the pleasure he was giving himself.
You squeezed your thighs together, unsure of what to do. You had never seen Jimin like this. You never imagined he would touch himself in such a.. sinful manner.
He started to pump faster as his precum slathered across his hand, making it easier to glide his hand. You bit your bottom lip, watching him with such an intense gaze that you couldn’t believe Jimin couldn’t feel it.
You shook your head quickly, looking away from him as you moved away from his door. You rested yourself against the wall softly, letting out a shaky breath.
You couldn’t believe you just stared at Jimin, completely invading his privacy, as he touched himself. But the image of him running his hand along his length, whimpering with need wouldn’t leave your head. And standing right next to his door while he moaned more wasn’t helping.
You were quick to escape the enviroment, knowing that if you had stayed longer you would have done something embarrassing.
For you, and him.
The next morning, you walked in your shared apartment, noticing that the air was a little tense. But, maybe that was just in your head.
Jimin was making breakfast in the kitchen, quietly humming a song. You swallowed deeply, walking up behind him. All you could see was him touching himself as the most sinful noises filled that room.
You shook your head, smiling painfully as you greeted him, “Good morning, Jimin.”
He smiled, his eyes quickly disappearing as he caught sight of you while blushing, “Good morning, Noona.”
You grabbed a glass of water, drinking it greedily. He frowned, wondering why you were acting a little different towards him, but decided it was best to ignore it. And you were thankful he did.
You rested your back against the counter, leaning against it as you stared at him. He continued cooking, his hands working well. You gulped as you remembered what his hands were doing last night.
You let out an involuntary whimper, making his eyes go wide as he looked at you. You coughed, as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Are you okay, Noona?” His worried expression, and furrowed eyebrows made your heart flutter.
What the hell was this? Why was he making you so flustered from just one time of catching him touching himself? Why did it turn you on so goddamn much?
Maybe you just really needed to get laid.
You shook your head, smiling softly, “I-I’m fine, Jimin.”
He hesitantly nodded, not sure if he should press it more but decided not to, “Okay..”
You sighed, letting out a breath of relief, watching as he finished the breakfast.
You were hungry, sure.
But not for food.
He squirmed under your intense gaze, unsure why you were staring at him like that.
He blushed, “Noona?”
Your attention focused on him, “Yes?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked innocently, his voice soft and warm.
You cleared your throat, nodding, “Yes, Jimin. I’m sure.”
He frowned, before nodding as well, “Okay.. If you say so, Noona.”
If he says Noona like that one more time, you weren’t sure how long you would last before your patience snapped.
Now, this time was different.
You were horny, needy almost. And his moans were still stuck in your head as you laid on your bed, imagining what it would be like if you were the one to touch him. You whimpered at the thought of him being a begging mess for you, bending at your will.
You got up from your bed, walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down. You were hot and bothered, and you were hoping it would cool you down.
But, just as you passed by Jimin’s room, you heard those sinful moans again. You stopped in your tracks, seeing that his door was fully closed this time, and you knew he was trying his best to keep quiet. You could just imagine him biting his lower lip as the whimpers fell helplessly.
You groaned internally, unable to contain yourself. You needed to be touched, you needed him to fulfill your desires.
But what made you freeze in your tracks from opening the door as your hand rested against the doorknob, was this:
“Y-Y/N.. Please, Noona.. Please..”
You gulped, your eyes immediately growing wide. He was imagining it was you touching him as he jerked himself off.
“Oh, fuck,” You whispered softly, your hand dropping from the doorknob quickly.
You closed your eyes, whimpering as you squeezed your thighs for friction. You heard him moan your name once more, and that’s when your eyes shot open, quickly reaching for the door again, swinging it open.
“Baby. Babe, you gotta wake up. Come on, let’s see those pretty eyes.”
Squeezing your already closed eyes, you flipped onto your stomach to bury your face in the pillow as your brain began to bring your body back to full consciousness. The familiar sounds of an early Friday morning poured into your ears as your boyfriend began gently rocking your stiff body.
“You hit snooze in your sleep again. You’re lucky your loud ass alarm woke me up so I could stop you from oversleeping.”
“E,” you groaned, your voice being muffled by the pillow.
You nearly fell back asleep as Ethan’s long fingers pushed the hair that had fallen to the sides of your face back and over your shoulder, twisting a couple strands between his digits as he did so.
Finally opening your eyes, you turned your head and allowed your tired, blurry vision to focus on the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. He was propped up on his right elbow, greeting you with a small and sleepy smile. His lower half was still tangled in the sheets up to the hem of his boxers, leaving his naked upper body on full display. Turning onto your left side to face him and get a better look, your sleep-heavy right arm extended in front of you to sweep the messy strands of bedhead away from his eyes. Ethan watched your eyes intently as they followed your movements. You dropped your hand to his jaw, your thumb automatically grazing over your favorite amount of stubble. Tracing his jaw down to his chin, your eyes locked on those full, flushed lips. As if on cue, his tongue poked out and licked the soft skin. They were so… velvety. Your thumb was drawn to them like a magnet, outlining their rounded shape.
“I love you,” you whispered as the pad of your thumb lightly stroked the plump skin of his bottom lip.
A low and breathy chuckle slipped from Ethan’s lips as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, flashing you his bright, toothy smile. Your favorite sound followed by your favorite sight. His little laughs sent shivers down your spine and his beautiful smile made your heart leap. You wished he wouldn’t be so overcritical of his bright smile.
“You love me, huh?” He sighed, lips pulling together in a teasing smirk. Goosebumps dotted your skin at the barely there feeling of his hand gliding down your side, palm landing on your hip. His fingertips softly dug into the swell, his thumb caressing your skin and allowing the faint scrape of his nail.
“Mmm,” you hummed in response as your eyes fluttered closed.
The deduction of your vision gave rise to the heightened ability of your remaining senses. Suddenly, every touch receptor in your body was notifying you of the presence of Ethan’s hand lovingly kneading at the curved softness of your hip. Your ears centered on the barely audible, continuous cycle of his slow and deep breathing. The faint and worn smell of his woodsy cologne still lingered on his hot skin. The bed shifted slightly where Ethan was laying as you sensed him leaning forward, planting kisses on each of your closed eyelids and one on the tip of your nose. Scrunching your face with a smile, you slowly opened your eyes immediately noticing just how close Ethan’s face was to yours. You could make out every shade in the melting pot of color within his irises and count each of his long, black eyelashes. The same playful smirk was plastered on his face as he whispered his response in a gravely tone, his palm adding more pressure behind the squeezing of your hip.
“Well baby, that’s quite the relief to hear, considering I love you as well. Maybe we should date.”
“Maybe,” you giggled, once again bringing a hand up to his hair, your fingers softly digging into his thick, dark locks. Ethan’s eyes closed as a quiet, innocent groan rumbled in his throat. A similar smirk played on your own lips as you continued your taunting: “Or maybe not.”
Without missing a beat and with eyes still closed, Ethan’s hands firmly grasped your sides, easily hauling you forward, emitting a squeal from your lips. He guided you on top of him in a straddling position, the palms of your hands flying to his chest in order to keep your balance.
Immediately, you bent down to press your lips to his in a brief kiss before placing the left side of your head on his right collarbone. Your arms snaked easily around his neck, hands instantly twirling and playing with the puffs of hair on the nape of his neck. Your eyes closed as well as you listened to his steady pulse and focused on the light scratches his nails were giving your back. These sweet morning moments were few and far between, but you wished they happened everyday. With Ethan’s career and your college schedule combined, many times one of you would be gone before the other even woke up. Today, however, Ethan had the entire day off, but you still had class. You were seriously considering playing hooky for the day, but you knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it. Especially considering the struggles you’ve been known to have in certain subjects. His voice brought you back to reality the moment he noticed you beginning to slowly drift to sleep again.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he mumbled into your hair. “You gotta get to class.”
The whiny groan that vibrated from you made Ethan’s heart melt. He lived and breathed for the many effects he had on you. That being said, he was still fully aware you had him helplessly wrapped around your finger. The idea of staying in this same position: legs twisted, arms wrapped, and faces buried as you soaked in the warmth of the other was something you both craved. It was nearly enough to break Ethan’s strength and keep you in this bed all day. Almost.
“I’m sick of it,” you muttered into his neck as your right hand traced his prominent clavicle. “You know it’s my worst class. I’m the most stressed I’ve ever been.”
Ethan’s hand rubbed your back gently in comfort as you spoke. He knew just how much you hated this class in particular. You studied yourself sick night after night, often not coming to bed before two or three in the morning. He witnessed too many tears of frustration and defeat slipping down your cheeks as you read and reread sections in your Power Points, handwritten notes, and textbooks containing the most complex information of each chapter. The immense pride he felt when you finally had a breakthrough of understanding was indescribable.
Unfortunately, those moments of glory never came easy.
You were on the verge of one, he just knew it, but you needed to get to class to take another step towards it.
“I know you’re sick of it, but you have to go,” Ethan soothed, still rubbing circles into your lower back. “When you come home, we can come right back to this same position and stay here all weekend if you want.”
You sighed, instantly relaxing at the thought. Taking in his words, you unraveled one of your arms and reached out to press the home button of Ethan’s phone laying on his nightstand.
45 minutes until you had to leave. As you read the large, bright numbers on his screen, you felt your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your abdomen tightly in a comforting embrace as he pressed his lips to your forehead.
“I’m all yours the second you come back home.”
As you began weighing the pros and cons in your head, your thoughts were soon interrupted by a swift, playful slap to your backside causing you to shriek in surprise.
“Up,” Ethan commanded with a chuckle and another slap.
“Okay, okay,” you whimpered, pushing yourself off your boyfriend and onto your feet.
You padded into your connected master suite and turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before poking your head out of the doorway to catch a glimpse of Ethan. His long legs were sprawled across your shared bed, one arm behind his head and the other attempting to rub the sleep from his face. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and waited until he noticed your presence. His movements froze as he caught your eyes wandering across his torso.
“Take a picture, princess. It’ll last longer,” he teased with a raised eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes at his tone.
“Wanna shower with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice in hopes of convincing him.
Ethan chuckled as his arms reached over his head, proceeding to stretch out his body head to toe, making the most adorable whine as he did so. He let out a deep sigh as he propped himself up onto two elbows, causing his biceps to flex and bulge. He took his time lovingly studying your perfectly messy hair and makeup free face. You were stunning through and through in his eyes. A lazy smile crept onto his face as he noticed your eyebrow raising in response to his stare.
He untangled himself from the sheets, stood, and positioned himself directly in front of you. Before you could speak, he cupped both your cheeks and gently encouraged you forward as he tilted his head down to press his lips to yours in a sweet, leisurely kiss. Slowly pulling away, his hands floated from your cheeks to the sides of your waist.
You barely had time to register the smirk that had found its way back to his features before he was scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and marching you back into the bathroom.
I reached the cafe that Taehyung told me to meet him at, and I looked for him through the glass windows before wanting to go in. When his soft brown hair caught my eye, I noticed he wasn’t alone. He brought them along. Every member, including my brother. Someone I wanted to see the least right now. He brought them along even after he had promised me that he wouldn’t. I stood there looking at him as tears welled up in my eyes. I thought he cared about me, I thought I could trust his word, I feel so betrayed. Why was everyone against me?
I saw him look up at me and guilt washed over his face, I assume it was because I was stood here silently staring whilst tears fell down my face. Before he could even stand up from his seat, I took off - I ran until I got far enough away from the cafe, when I realised that I to Joonie and I’s favourite spot, a quiet park that rarely anyone ever went to. Joonie would usually write music here whilst I played with RapMon. I missed my brother, it’s been over a year since I got to come here with him. I took a seat on the bench and dropped my head, still crying and wanting the ground to swallow me whole because I didn’t want anyone to see me crying right now.
“Y/N” I heard a breathy voice call my name, it was a voice I knew all too well, did he run here? “Y/N” he called out to me again. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bring the guys with me, but I had to because I thought it would have been a good idea for you guys to make amends, and it would be better if you did it in person.” he continued to speak as he stood in front of me, but my head still hung low. I didn’t want to see him right now, I’m a crying mess, I don’t want him to see me like this. I felt him kneel in front of be, using his index and middle finger to lift my chin, making me automatically locking eyes with him. “Raindrop” I didn’t reply. “Why are you crying?” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “You promised me, but you lied. I trusted you and you betrayed me. I’m not crying because I saw them there today. I’m crying because of you Taehyung, because now I know I really can’t trust anybody. Not even you.“
A/N: This is my first piece of smut, I hope it doesn’t completely suck ass. Unless you’re into that, then I hope it does. That’s cool too. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Maybe skipping on wearing panties wasn’t the greatest idea, you thought
as you felt Harry’s cum making your thighs stick together.
making the most out of the aftershow adrealine.
You could see it in his face when he walked backstage. He was glowing, a mixture of sweat and adrealine, a smug smirk on his face when he spotted you sitting on one of the sofas. His wide eyes were dark and glossy.
All the praising and love did wonders for him, his confidence soothing to the roof, making him all that more desirable. To be honest, it was difficult for you to watch him dancing and going crazy on stage, just knowing that you’ll get to touch him later.
You gave him a sweet smile as he took a hold of your hand, but squealed when he started pulling you through the hallways of the venue towards his dressing room. By this point you knew what was going on, but you could never be prepared for it.
Once reached the right door, Harry slammed it open and thanked the Lord that there was no one to be seen. He pulled you inside, and pushed your body against the cold door. With a quick flick of his wrist, he locked the door and did the same with his lips on yours. His hands were everywhere - pulling you closer by your waist, squeezing your backside, moving up to massage one of your breasts as the other one found a place on your hip.
Nothing could ever beat Harry’s kisses.
The way he can be so gentle and demanding at the same time makes your legs weak. His soft, raspberry lips feel like heaven on your own pair, making it impossible for you to ever get enough of them. As the kisses grew hotter ad heavier, pieces of clothing were removed and thrown somewhere on the carpeted floor.
His expensive floral blazer was the first to go, leaving you at task of popping open the buttons of his shirt. Harry rid you of your skin-tight dress, the fabric now pooling around your feet. His hands roamed around your body immediately, grazing your smooth skin.
“Noknickers, huh?”he raised his brows at the sight in front of him.
Over the years, you two have discovered all the things that made the other one go crazy. Quite frankly, skipping on wearing panties was one on Harry’s list.
He knew that neck kisses were your absolute weakness, so he took his sweet time planting soft, wet kisses all around your neck, up to your jaw, then down again to your collarbones. You could feel your breathing picking up the pace, the familiar feeling slowly taking over your body. He moved your bra straps down so he could lay a few kisses on your shoulders before unhooking the clasp and throwing your bra on the pile of clothes on the floor.
His eyes flickered down to your chest, his other hand smoothing the soft skin as his lips found yours again. Your hands were placed on his tattooed chest, slightly scratching as you let them wander down lower and lower. Harry backed you towards the leather sofa in the middle of the surprisingly spacious room, and pressing you gently against the back of it. When he was pleased with your position sitting on the sofa, he spread your legs and stood between them. You felt his hand lifting your chin so he could lock his eyes with your blurry ones.
“Feelin’ naughty today, then? Wanted to tease me like this, yeah?”
His words made you want to roll your eyes back. As much as you loved sweet, lovemaking with him, you equally loved when he was in this mood. In a mood to have his way with you, taking you, using you. Harry being a man with few words, he sure did know how to use them to swoon you over and over again.
Your hands found their way to Harry’s trousers, starting to rid them of his long legs before he slapped your hands away.
“I asked you a question, love,”
“Did you leave those pretty, little panties at home because you wanted daddy to punish you?”
You closed your eyes at that, he knew that him controlling you was one of your biggest turn ons. Your breathing was rapid now, you could feel yourself getting wetter with each word that left his newly swollen lips. His hand landed on your throat, the gentle pressure making your eyes open. His brows were raised, lips apart, his short curls were wild and he looked like he was carved by angels, even with his palm around your throat.
You just nodded for an answer, fully aware that at this state there was no way you could form a proper sentence.
“Such a brat,” he mumbled under his breath as his hands worked on his trousers, pushing the expensive material down his legs. His hardening cock was covered with a pair of Calvin’s, but the sight alone made your mouth water. Suddenly you were reminded just how good his cock would feel on your tongue, how your hand worked on his shaft as your lips suckled on the sensitive head of his cock. How his hips would thrust forward when you took him down your throat, his hands in your hair, holding it away from your face just so he could watch you making him feel ‘so damn good‘, as Harry would say.
You cleared your throat, your dainty hands landing on his ferns. You looked up at him, your eyes glossier than the moment before and mouth salivating.
“I want to taste you.”
With furrowed brows and the oh so familiar smirk on his lips, he pushed your hands away once again.
“No,” he chuckled.
“Like I said, this is your punishment, remember?”
You groaned and rolled your eyes at him. You wanted, hell, needed to feel him in your mouth. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Lose the attitude, or I won’t let you suck my cock for a week.”
He dropped to his knees and licked a broad stripe up your slick folds. You gasped, your hands flying straight to his hair. His mouth worked its magic on you, the way he sucked your clit got you seeing stars. His soft tongue lapped up your juices and his groans made your legs shake.
Harry rested his head on your thigh as he sucked on two of his fingers before slowly pushing them inside of your wet pussy. You let out a loud moan when he moved them back and forth against your walls - curling them just at the right spot. He sped up the movement of his digits and his mouth landed on your clit again. He suckled gently, softly nibbling on the sensitive button, watching your body writhe underneath his touch.
He’d told you so many times how he loved to touch you like this, seeing how your body reacted to his touch. Whether it was how your body immediately relaxed when he pulled you in for a hug, or how your back would arch and legs shake when he made you cum.
Your balance was at risk on the back of the sofa when you got closer and closer to your orgasm, your grib on the leather so hard it made your knuckles turn white. Breathless whimpers left your bitten lips when Harry’s other hand came up to massage your breast, flicking his thumb over your pert nipple. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting the spot which made you curl your toes and delicious moans leave your lips. You felt the lovely tension building up, you were so close,
“That’s enough,” he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them past his lips.
Your blurry mind took a minute to figure out what was happening and when it did, tears started coating your eyes. You wanted to kick him in the jaw, but the sight of him, chin wet because of you, fingers in his mouth, tasting you - was too much to handle. He stood up then, took your hands and helped you to steady yourself on your wobbly feet. He slipped the Calvin’s down his legs and took a hold of his now straining cock, giving it a few pumps. He looked at you, the need evident on your face. You licked your lips as you watched his hand easily moving up and down on his thick shaft, a dribble of precum leaking from the swollen tip.
“You wanted to have a taste?” he teased, as his hand lifted your chin and his eyes met your glossy ones.
Your tongue wet your lips and you nodded your head at him, barely audible yes’s coming from your eager tongue.
He twisted your body and bent you over the back of the sofa. A surprised squeak echoed in the air when his hand smacked against your ass, making the skin there blush.
“I hate you”
With a light snicker he smacked your backside again,
“Yeah? Care to explain why your cunt is soaking wet then? Why it’s so easy for me to - ahh fuck -” he swiflty entered his hard cock into your needy cunt.
“So easy fo’ me to fuck you, huh?”
Each one of his thrusts were harded than the one before, and your moans only got louder and louder, his hand smacking your ass every now and then - the skin rosy and stinging in the best possible way. His hands wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as he watched his cock moving in and out of your dripping pussy.
“Are those moans I’m hearing? You were supposed to hate this, weren’t yeh?”
Once again his hand collided with your ass, the bite of his rings made you bite your lips and your eyes roll back. You could feel your pussy clamping down on Harry’s cock, the girth of him scretched you out so good and you couldn’t help it.
“More,” you managed to rasp out, your throat feeling like the Sahara desert.
The crack of his hand meeting with the skin of your bare ass echoed in the room, making your legs tremble. Harry snaked his arm around you, pulling your body against his. His sweaty chest met your back as the other hand wrapped itself around your throat, the slight pressure mixed with the pace his cock was pounding inside of you made all the colours on the spectrum burst behind your eyelids.
“Cum for me, love. Do it,” his own breath was now faltering, a sign of his own orgasm creeping up. The arm that was around your waist lowered down, two fingers rubbing sloppy circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge.
You felt your body scatter, your legs jello, skin flushed as the delicious tension was released. Your hand flew to the back of Harry’s neck, desperate to have something to hold onto. He was close, his groans, grunts and moans proved that. His thrusts were sloppier now, losing the rhythm a bit but the force was still there.
“Fuck, ahh ‘m gonna cum..”
You scratched the nape of his neck, words of encouragement spilling out from your lips.
“Daddy’s gonna cum for me? Gonna fill me up nicely?”
With the final thrusts and loud grunts, you can feel his hot cum spurting inside of you. One, two, three ribbons later his body relaxed against yours. You just stood there for a moment trying to level your breaths before Harry pulled out. The feeling of emptiness made you wince, but then you could feel the warmth leaking out from your sensitive core.
“Well, would you just look at tha’’ ” he chuckled at the sight of you standing there, on your wobbly legs, wild hair and flushed cheeks, his cum making your inner thighs glisten.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Y/N repeated as she paced back and forth in her bathroom while looking at the timer on her phone in her hand.
Two days ago Y/N realized she was late and bought a pregnancy test at the drug store on the way home from school. For two days, she had the brown paper bag with the test hidden inside behind her towels in the linen closet of her bathroom. As soon as she woke up this morning, she double-checked if the house was empty as her parents were supposed to leave early for a business trip. When the coast was clear, she took out the test, peed on the stick, and was now experiencing the most torturous three minutes of her life as she waited to see if the test was positive or negative.
Y/N’s phone vibrated as the timer finally rang. Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she grabbed the test and sat on the toilet. She silently prayed the test would be negative. She was never a religious person, but right now she hoped some higher power would answer her prayer. She was only a junior in high school and a werewolf. She wasn’t ready to be a mother.
She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and turned the test around to look at the results.
You were sporting a lovely buzz, your brain fuzzy with the drink Natasha had plied you with. She was currently fussing with your hair, a last tweak before you entered the dingy bar in Brooklyn.
She had dressed you in tight leather, the pants hugging your curves, accentuating all your best assets. It was high waisted and clinched you in, the skin tight material of your corset made it hard to breath, but fuck if you didn’t look like sex on legs.
“How did you find this place?” you ask while swatting her hand away from your hair.
Her hand pauses briefly, your question catching her slightly off guard. “I heard about it in passing, can’t remember from whom,” she answers nonchalantly.
A slight pang of worry niggles at your brain, but you ignore it, opting instead to enjoy your evening, to try and shake the last few months of stress and worry. Your shrug and follow Natalia into the bar, the Loud 90’s song blaring from the jukebox brings a small smile to your face. The boisterous crowd is infectious as you and Natalia move toward the bar.
A beautiful blonde, eyes bluer than the ocean, plush pink lips and a kind face, nods in your direction, indicating she would be with you in a second. She’s talking to a man.
You can barely make out his chocolate brown chin length locks, his broad shoulders that look strangely familiar. You shake yourself mentally, cursing yourself for seeing Bucky everywhere.
The blonde eventually makes her way over to you, her brow pinched in a frown when she stops in front of you, placing her hands on the bar. “What can I get you?” her voice is slightly accented, Russian you think, and the niggly thought from earlier returns full force.
Your head seems to turn of its own accord, making eye contact with the man she was talking to earlier. You hear Natalia in the background asking the bartender her name.
“Ivanna,” she answers simply.
Bucky’s eyes seem to bore into yours. He stands from his chair and moves toward you, shoving unlucky patrons out of the way.
Natalia and Ivanna stopped talking as they watch him.
You’re rooted to the spot, your heart breaking with every step he takes, betrayal singing fiercely in your blood.
He had lied. He promised not to see her again, not to speak to her again, yet here he was. It was ironic, you thought. It always ended this way. You were only good for murder and as a warm body for the men you loved to use until they found something better.
“Babe?” Ivanna pipes up.
You whimper softly, screwing your eyes closed tightly.Lurching to your feet, not uttering a word as you walk out of the bar, you can hear him calling your name over the loud music, but your brain is blurred around the edges, your heart refusing to accept what he had done. It was glaringly obvious who he’d chosen.
The cool night air is heaven on your face, drying the tears you hadn’t known you had shed. You hear him coming up behind you, his soft footfalls almost non existent to someone who hadn’t had the serum.
He takes your hand gently, attempting to intertwine his fingers with yours, but you flinch away from the touch, his very presence invoking a sick feeling in your gut. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I texted her to tell her it was over. She told me to tell her in person.”
You nod, staring vacantly at the wall in front of you.
“I meant what I said. It’s always been you. I ended it with Ivanna.”
You snort sarcastically. “She called you babe,” you point out.
He sighs heavily. “I know.”
“You’re in love with her, Bucky. Please stop denying it. I know you, you would never have strayed If you were still invested in us.You would never have lost yourself so badly, that you raised a hand to me, You aren’t a cheater or an abuser. This is broken Bucky, We’re broken, and there’s no fixing it. You stopped loving me somewhere along the line, and stayed out of some sort of twisted obligation.”
Bucky screws his eyes shut tightly. “I’m in love with her. And I’m in love with you.”
You let out a heavy breath, feeling strangely relieved to hear the words, confirmation that you weren’t going crazy, that this was real and not some insane nightmare your brain had cooked up. “I want you to be happy, B. To have kids and a dog and the white picket fence with a woman who isn’t damaged, who doesn’t have years of baggage to lug around, someone who can give you what you need. That’s not me anymore.”
“Don’t say it, (Y/N),” he says, his voice flat.
“it’s over, Bucky. You and I are over,” you whisper.
Bucky lets out a choked sound, a strangled cry. A soft voice comes from behind you, and you know it’s her by the way Bucky’s shoulders stiffen.
“Babe? Everything alright?”
You whirl around and face her head on, a sling of curses on the tip of your tongue. Your hand itched with the need to bash her beautiful face in, to leave her bleeding in the dirt. Instead you look her up and down, sizing her up. “Take care of him. Don’t touch him when he’s having a nightmare. Keep Steve on speed dial. Don’t attempt to wake him. Don’t force him to talk, and always wash his sweaters first. He can’t stand the cold, so stash them around the apartment. Don’t sit on his prosthetics side, not until he trusts himself with you. Forties music soothes him. Speak in Russian if he dissociates; it calms him.”
She stares at you wide-eyed before you turn to face him. You memorize his face one last time before you leave him and Ivanna standing alone in a dark alley, attempting to hide the tears streaming down your face and the burgeoning heartache blossoming in your chest.
You wouldn’t see Bucky again for a very long time.
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Anon: Could you do a Voltron where Keith’s all sick and emotional because his fevers really high, and Lance irritated because he got the job of taking care of him. Keith ends up blabbing in his feverish state telling him that he doesn’t have to take care of him if he doesn’t want to and that he’ll be fine on his own, that it’s not the first time. Basically giving away that he hasn’t ever really had anyone to take care of him and Lance feels guilty for being a jerk about it fussing over him.
A/N: What’s that? Two fics in one day? It’s a miracle I get anything done at college.
“You don’t have to do this…”
Lance stopped and frowned. He was in the middle of dabbing Keith’s forehead with a cold cloth, careful not to let any of the icy water drip down the Red Paladin’s cheeks. This was exactly why he didn’t want to be assigned this job. Keith was already stubborn as hell when he was feeling okay, but this?
Anonymous said: Could you do some prompts about a human who is the representative of all the other humans and frequently visits the fairy courts to negotiate stuff on their behalf?
Anonymous said: Dude there’s no way that the marriage between the strongest fairy in the world and some little human went over well with all the fey. Could I get some assassination or kidnapping attempts or just general backlash from some of the fey and the humans lovers reaction to this?
Anonymous said: Omg that seelie unseelie and human prompt is now my ot3. More of them please!
Anonymous said: Sorry if this prompt is repetitive, but could you do some more prompts on fairies unintentionally hurting their lovers/showing each other differences between their worlds? (Honestly that ice rink one was so cute)
1) The fey wine and dined their business partners like nothing else. They are not creatures capable of lying, but their parties can leave any mortal heady. Susceptible to making promises in pleasure and pridefulness that they’ll still be held accountable to when the night ends. For the first time, they had absolutely no memory of what had happened the night before.
2) “Don’t let them steal you again,” his lover said. “Honestly, you are far too charming. They’ll never give you back to me. Promise.” He started to laugh, only to realise that his fairy was being serious. “Vicious fucking magpies,” his boyfriend muttered. “Can’t keep their claws off anything beautiful.” The fairy planted kisses to every inch of skin they could reach. More fey then they normally appeared in the human world, all sharp edges and the supernova eyes of the summer prince. “Hey - hey -” He caught his boyfriend’s chin so he could lock their gazes. “I promise, yeah?”
3) “Why are two most powerful fey of the winter and summer court fighting over you?” The human blinked. “Nobody’s fighting anything. We’re very happy together.”
4) “Your family doesn’t like me,” the human said. They stared at his knees, feeling utterly grubby among the splendor of the immortal courts. Utterly inadequate. Their fey lover’s head cocked. “Of course they don’t, you’re an insignificant human of no power or social standing. You’re nothing.” A lump thickened in the human’s throat and their hands began to shake. Their lover’s eyes widened. “Oh - no - no - you’re upset. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “You didn’t mean to upset me telling me I’m nothing?” The fairy swallowed and moved over. “I like you, if that counts for anything. I like you a lot. I’m sorry I upset you. I - this place - they just don’t understand. You’re everything. To me, you’re everything. That’s not what I meant.”
5) I had been coming for years, I played the game as masterfully as anyone of them. It was the dream job, until I was fired. Those who enter the fairy courts tend towards the youthful, the beautiful. Fey do not age like humans do after all. It was the night of an important negotiation, planned months in advance, and I wasn’t there. And, suddenly, for the first time, the fairies were there instead. In the human world. Eyes ablaze with a rage that I had long since grown unused to, shining too bright and deadly. I shot to my feet.
“It appears there has been a misunderstanding. Get dressed.”
6) “If it makes you feel better, they wouldn’t be trying to kill you if they didn’t view you as a threat.” Their lover sounded gleeful. “No! That doesn’t make me feel better!”
7) Every night, they came apart. Every morning, they were put together. Winter, to Spring. Summer to Autumn.
8) “Are you coming or-” They turned, to find their fairy entranced again. Jumping up and down in autumn leaves, a flurry of gold and scarlet. It was, perhaps, the most endearing thing they had ever seen in their entire life. The fey beamed, scooping leaves and tossing them in the air. In the fey’s hand they turned as green as summer, only to shrivel back to Autumn in the air. “We do not have this,” the fairy whispered. “This is amazing.” Nothing changed in an endless summer.
Song: Your Love by Little Mix. (I recommend, it’s really good:))
Any songs you want, let me know!!
Warnings: Slight smut, stress.
Genre: Fluff, College AU
Word Count: 4186
“If I ain’t got nothin’, Least I got you.”
You were sitting at your kitchen table, your books and sheets of paper scattered so there was no wood peeking through. You thought being in your third year of college would make things easier, but you were proven wrong. The exams coming up that you had to study for, the hours you had to work to at least get something to eat and stay healthy, the stress was getting to you and you wanted to rip your eyeballs out and throw them out the window. You were lucky you didn’t have work today or you might have actually been tempted to rip out your eyeballs. You sighed and rested you chin on your fist, looking around your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.
You apartment wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. It has one bedroom, one bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, a closet filled with a washing machine and dryer, and a few decorations here and there. You had the furniture you needed and could afford. You guys were happy in your little home. Sometimes the rent got a little high for you guys and you both needed to work extra shifts and it bummed you both out, not being able to see each other for a few days at a time. But when those extra shifts were over and you go to hold each other, you both were happy. Both of your jobs gave you the amount of money to survive, get food and the necessities for the house. But it also stressed you both out when you wanted to spend a little money on the other. Just a few weeks ago Jungkook was upset that he couldn’t buy you something extravagant for your birthday. Or when you guys wanted to go out for dinner but couldn’t because you both knew the little money you both had, should be saved to keep a roof over your heads and food in your mouths. But it always worked out because Jungkook would light a candle in the middle of the table and and you both would enjoy your cup of ramen. At the end you both knew, you just wanted each other.
“Deeper than oceans, As sweet as devotion, It’s all I need. You pull me close, And there’s no way that I can describe; What your love makes me feel like.”
You hadn’t realized it had gotten late until you heard the door open a close. Your head quickly looks at the clock by the TV. 8:03pm. You sigh and rake your fingers through your hair as you stare lazily at the open textbook before you. You snap back into reality when you feel those familiar hands on your shoulder, massaging lightly before kissing the same spot.
“Baby, you’re in the same exact spot you were in when I left for work. At seven-thirty in the morning. Have you gotten up at all?” Jungkook asks you, looking over your shoulder at the mess before you both. When you mumble something about getting up on occasion to use the bathroom, it doesn’t help settle his worry. “Have you eaten?” When you don’t reply, he sighs and kissing the top of your head before going to the kitchen. He starts to boil enough water for the both of you and takes out two cups of ramen from the cupboard. While the water boils, Jungkook takes off his jacket and leaves it on the counter before going back to you. He sits in the seat before you, waiting for you to look up. And when you don’t he chuckles sweetly at your concentrated face. Your teeth biting down on the cap of the highlighter that’s in your hand. Your hair loose and tucked behind your ear, your face bare of any makeup. Your pretty little face that he never gets tired of looking at. “I’m going to help you study.”
Your head finally snapped up to look at him, after his statement. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with a tilt of your head. “And how do you plan on doing that?” You smiled and giggled. Words couldn’t describe how he made you feel. He was caring, kind, funny, a meme, a bunny, a kid at times but he knew when to be serious and the past two years of your life were the best. He was there for you through your struggles of college and work or life in general. And you were there for him.
“We’re going to do it how we watched in that movie the other night.” His smile turned into a wide smirk. Your eyes widen in shock as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. You bit your lip to hide your excited smile. “You know how it works, I ask you a question; if you get it right, I strip. If you get it wrong, you strip.”
You couldn’t help the wide smile that spreads on your face as you nod, handing over your set of flashcards before he helped you put everything away. In order, luckily he knew by now how you liked your studying notes to be placed. He made sure to shuffle the cards while he fixed the way he was seated, shuffling the order you had to make sure you don’t cheat. You sat leaning forward, elbows on the table and your hands locked together, chin resting on the fist. He clears his throat before sending you a wide smile and nods once enthusiastically. The questions he reads out is luckily the one you had been studying before he walked through the door. Since you got it right, he was the first to strip. “This is gonna be a good one.” He praised as he leaned down, doing something under the table. A few seconds later he raised his arm and threw the article of clothing at you; socks. You grumble in disgust as he laughs at your reaction. He winks at you after you tell him to make it a little more exciting next time. The next question, you got it wrong. And since you had less clothing than him, you had to opt for taking off your sweatshirt, well Jungkook’s but it was still on your body, your tank top still on. The game continued. Right then, you were left in your tank top and underwear, Jungkook in just his underwear. He started to read the question before he was cut off by the smoke alarm. You both quickly got up and sped to the kitchen. You attended the stove turning it off and grabbing the empty pot, smoke coming from it, while Jungkook waved his t-shirt at the alarm, trying to get it to shut off. Once it’s shut off Jungkook sighs and looks to you.
“Kookie, what was in here?”
He opens his mouth then shuts it and bites his lip. “… Water.”
“Babe, how the hell do you burn water?”
“Late up on Sunday and workin’ on Monday, Let’s pack up and run away, Just me and you.”
When you got home from work Monday evening, you immediately collapsed onto the couch, much to exhausted to make it to your bedroom. You looked at the clock on the TV, telling you it was 4:00pm. You sighed and tucked your legs under you as you untied your hair. Jungkook wasn’t due to be home until around eight, so you had a good four hours to yourself, but you wanted him there with you now.
You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until you woke up by the sound of the door shutting. You sit up and turn around to see Jungkook with his head hanging down. He took off his shoes before he looked up at you and you gasped at the sight. You quickly get up and walk to him, cupping his face as he licks his cut lip. He had a bruise on his cheek and on his jaw as well as a cut on his lip. “Baby, I’m fine.”
“What the hell happened?” You asked as you pulled him to your room and sat him on the bed. You quickly rushed to the freezer, grabbing a few ice in a towel then running back to your bedroom. You hold it against his face, his hand wrapped around your wrist and his eyes closed as he leans into the cold towel.
“Some asshole started a fight at the shop today. When I told him to get the hell out, he didn’t take it so well.” He mumbles as he scratches at the back of his neck. Jungkook’s job took place in the bad part of town, but it paid well and that’s why he stayed there. There were always men or women there trying to steal or start fights with other customers. Some would come in trying to sell drugs or themselves. Jungkook was even caught up in a armed robbery, luckily he wasn’t behind the cash register but still, he was there and the gun was also pointed at him. You told him countless of time when things like this happened to quit. That you’d take care of everything until he found a new job. But he couldn’t add more stress to you, so he stayed put. You told him not to worry about me but to think about his safety. He still disagreed and stayed at that retched place. He felt as if he needed to help bring things to the table. Even if it was for a few weeks where he couldn’t help, he would feel guilty and didn’t want to make you the only one working in the apartment.
You sigh. “Kookie.” You mumble and play with his hair. You climb into the bed and lay on your back, pulling him so his head lays on your chest. You play with his hair and hold the ice to his face still. One of his arm is wrapped around your waist while the other still holds your wrist in place. “I love you, Jungkook.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
You guys stayed in that position for hours, not wanting to let him go. You wanted to comfort him like he’s done multiple times for you. He always held you close and kissed your face when you were down, always making sure to let you know everything was going to be okay. And you just wanted him to know that too. You wanted him to know just how much you loved him, because words weren’t enough for you. But he knew. He knows. He knows how much you love him and You know how much he loves you.
You mumbled sweet words into his hair and kissed his hair, then his forehead then his cheeks. Being careful to not kiss to hard on his bruises. He lifted his head to kiss you, the slight taste of blood coming from his lip. You continued to make out until the sound of his stomach growling roamed the air causing you to chuckle and his cheeks becoming a bright pink. “I’ll make dinner.”
It was that Friday, that you came home to find Jungkook packing a bag. Panic immediately ran through your body. Where was he going? Was he leaving you? Was he over everything?
You stood in the doorway and watched as he continued to pack clothes. You waited to see if he’d notice you standing there, watching him pack clothes for God knows what. “Jungkook?”
He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “Hey baby.” He gave you a bright smile.
“What are you doing?” You asked in a quiet voice and stared at the clothes in his hand. You were scared. You thought he was leaving you alone in this apartment that held so many memories of the past years you’ve two shared.
He looks down at the clothes after he saw you staring at. He let out a small gasp and looked at your worried face. You eyes slightly glossy, but not enough for someone to think you were crying. But he knew. You were biting your lip as you waited for his answer, never taking your eyes off of the clothes. He throws the clothes onto the open bag and walked over to you. He cups your face in his hands and immediately brings your lips to his. He slouches down to reach your lips and holds your head close to his. He pulls away slowly, keeping his lips hovered over yours. “Your stuff is already packed.” He points to the floor by the bed. Another bag already packed and ready to go. “I did your stuff first because I knew you’d need more stuff than I, and it’d take longer to pack. We’re going away for the weekend.” He gives you that bright smile, teeth and all.
“Oh.. I thought…” You don’t finish your sentence in embarrassment, giving him a shy smile before you look back down at the ground.
“I know what you thought. Don’t think like that.” He chuckles softly under his breath before kissing you forehead then going back to his clothes. “Now get changed into something comfortable, we’re going to our happy place.”
You lit up after hearing his statement. You quickly changed out of your work clothes and changed into a sweatshirt and tights. You waited for him to be done and when he was, he took hold of both your bags and led you to his pickup-truck. He through the bags into the back then you both climb into the vehicle. You guys listened to music loudly, and screamed the lyrics out. People in passing cars looked at you weirdly, but you both didn’t care. You guys were happy.
It took you guys about forty-five minutes to get the “happy place”. You both hopped out of the car and stared at the view. The mountain top showing the perfect view of the city, the sparkling lights, the passing cars and airplanes. The sky almost touching the horizon, almost set. The little stars peeking through the sky, waiting for it to get dark before brightening up. You smile at Jungkook before wrapping you arm around his waist and he your shoulders. This is where Jungkook took you, two years ago, when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You both came here multiple times before then, hiking when you found the hidden space and decided to drive up the mountain more often to just star gaze. This was both of your escape place. You both loved the scenery and the lack of communication to the outside world from your little bubble. There were countless occasions where you both would camp here, sleeping in the back of his truck with mountains of blankets and pillows.
“Why’d you decide to come here this weekend?” You asked as you looked up at him, your chin resting on his shoulder. You took in his appearance. His slight messed up hair, probably from running his fingers through it from stress at work. His eyes light and reflecting the lights from the building, his lips parted and slightly chapped, his nose and cheeks slightly red from the cold. He looked down at you and gave you a tight lipped smile.
“I think we both could use the break. We’re both done with our last exams of the year, so no more studying.” He gave you a pointed look to which you smiled a blushed at. “And we both had the weekend off, so I thought we could use the weekend to get away from the stress.”
You grab his chin between you thumb and forefinger and bring his lips down to yours in a chaste kiss. He smiles against you lips before opening the door of the trunk. He climbs in and lays out the blankets and pillows before telling you to come in. You sit with your back to the car, lets spread out in front of you with the blankets covering them. Your shoes left at the edge of the trunk. You head lays on Jungkook’s shoulder, his head atop of yours, as you watch the sunset. The orange sky mixed with pinks and purple and blues. The stars becoming brighter and the lights becoming more evident as the sky gets darker. The sight took your breath away.
“Thank you.” You say as the sun starts to hide behind the horizon. The sky still orange around the edge and it looked amazing.
“What for, baby?” He asks as he moves his head so his lips are against your hair.
“For everything.” You say and you can feel the smile on his face against your head.
“You deserve the world, Y/N.” He mumbles and holds you tighter.
“You’re my world.” You giggle at your cheesiness, and look up to see him laughing as well. “I know it’s cheesy, but you make me the happiest person on the planet and I wouldn’t change anything. Nothing at all, because you make everything so worth while.” You ramble but are cut off by Jungkook’s lips.
“If it weren’t for you, Y/N, I’d still be doing shit in school and would’ve never gotten my life together. So, thank you. Because without you, I wouldn’t be the guy I am today. Happy and in love.”
You both were so overwhelmed with love and happiness and passion, that all you both wanted to do was get lost in each other.
“Come over ‘cause I want it all over my body. Boy, there ain’t no heartache you can’t undo.”
He pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You straddled his hips, his hands on your waist. He roams your body. Hands on your waist, your back, your chest, your thighs, your face, everywhere. You pulled his shirt over his head, your hands resting on his chest while you go back to the warmth of his lips on yours. Your sweatshirt was soon discarded, your bare chest against his.
You’re soon laid onto your back, your head resting against the pillows and back against the cold blanket. He lifts your left leg to wrap around his waist, his weight being held by his elbows that are by your head. Your hands run through his hair and down his bare, broad chest. Your hot skin against his, lips molded together, not letting go until you’re in dire need of breath. Both your hands roam the other’s body, making sure to feel every inch of the skin you love so much.
You get lost in each other. Warm hands gliding across soft skin, clothes discarded to the side of the truck, breathless moans and words of love being exchanged. Kisses left all over bodies and marks and bruises exchanged. You made love. You showed each other just how much the other meant to the other. Word’s weren’t enough for you both. You both didn’t know how to express to the other. The amount of small gifts that you could afford, the words “I love you”, the time together, it didn’t seem enough to the two of you, so you showed that love through slow, passionate, sensual sex. You both helped the other through everything life through at you guys, so you both felt like you needed to show just how much you loved the other.
You were there for him through his fighting days, through his lack of motivation to finish college, through his lack of communication because he was never one to have a full relationship where he felt the way he did with you. He had relationships in the past, but they always ended badly because of his lack of communication and loyalty to the relationship, not cheating; he just didn’t care enough to try. That was until you showed up in his morning class that he was half asleep in, your hair in a lazy pony tail and face bare of any makeup. He was instantly drawn to you because unlike all the other girls, you had a smile on your face even though it was eight o’clock in the morning. Ever since then, nearly three years ago, you have been a part of his life he hopes to never lose.
And the same with you. You had just gotten out of a relationship a few months prior and were convinced guys sucked and you were never going to find the right one. That was until you found Jungkook sitting a few seats away from where you usually sit. At first, you had troubles with Jungkook. He didn’t like to talk about his feelings, he always got into fights every other week and wouldn’t let you in. But you didn’t give up. He showed you how to be happy again and how to live freely. You finally lectured him, telling him that he couldn’t let his life go to shit and he couldn’t like you one day and not the other. He told you he loved you so much it scared him. You couldn’t let him go and that was that.
The point is; you both mean so much to each other. You couldn’t just not be with the other. It was like Hell on Earth and you both needed the other.
You laid your head on his bare, sweaty chest. Both of your naked bodies under the blanket, staring at the star lit sky. The lights of the many building vibrant in the dark sky. His arm was wrapped around your waist and the other under his head. After staring at the sky and horizon line for minutes straight, you move your head to rest your chin on Jungkook’s chest. You draw little shapes on his chest as the hand that rested on your waist now plays with your hair that lays on your back, fingers brushing against the skin ever so softly. You look to his face to see a soft smile on his lips, his eyes staring at your face.
“What?” You ask softly, biting your lip to stop the smile from becoming evident. You lay your cheek on his chest so you’re staring at his face now, the smile becoming wider as he moves his hand to rest on your cheek.
“Nothing, baby.” He whispers as he pushes away the hair that fell onto your face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh, stop it.” Your cheeks heat up and you look away from his face, now looking at his chest again.
“You are Y/N. Thank you for staying with me.”
“I love you, Jungkook.” You say as you reach up to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead, then run your finger down his cheek.
He kisses your cheek. “I love you, Y/N.”
“Come and kiss me like the first time, It’s what your love makes me feel like.”
-3 Years Later-
You sat in your kitchen, waiting for the food to cook. You bite on your finger nails and smile down at your hand when a reflect of the light catches your eye. You look down at your new engagement ring, not too big but not small either. Just right, and you were the happiest person alive right now.
After you and Jungkook graduated college, you both stayed in that apartment for another year, before you bought the house you live in now. You both now have you dream jobs, something you both thought wouldn’t happen. When you both saved enough money, you finally dumped that apartment and not so good neighborhood, then moved into your house. You both loved the house dearly and thought of it as your dream home. It was the biggest house on the block, but it was a decent size for the two of you and any future kids or family that may come to visit.
It wasn’t until a few weeks ago where you thought something weird was going on with Jungkook. He was going out more with the guys and being secretive, to where it scared you. When he took you back to your happy place, filled with candles and a blanket picnic, and got down on one knee, did it start to make sense. You shed a few tears at his words and question and gladly said yes.
You both were so damn happy.
When you were in the middle of cutting peppers, you felt those familiar arms wrap around your waist. You put the knife down and turned around, those familiar lips meeting yours, always feeling that same spark you did when you two first kissed, six years ago. You smile against his lips and he mocks your actions and kisses you cheek.
You sighed contently as he took off his jacket and told you about his day at work. You smiled as he talked so contently, his smile on his face as he rolled up his sleeves of his dress shirt. You couldn’t help the wide smile that plays over your face as you stare at him.
❝he’s still looking in my eyes. staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. “I’m not the chosen one,” he says. i meet his gaze and sneer. my arm is a steel band around his waist. “i choose you,” I say. “simon snow, i choose you.❞
Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission? By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War. What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?
Pairings : No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.
Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff
Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts !
“Miss y/n, Tony is requesting your presence on the communal level of the tower immediately,” FRIDAY rang out through the speakers in your room.
You roll your eyes, finish applying the last of your makeup, and throw on your outfit for the night. Since your mission was canceled, you decided to call the one person that knows how to have a good time: Johnny Storm. Ever since you had a random mission helping out the Fantastic Four, Johnny just seemed to click with you. Although he can be immature and obnoxious most of the time, he’s been a really solid friend.
As you grab your phone off your nightstand, the picture frame behind it catches your eye. You lift it, taking in the smiles on Sam and Steve’s faces as you stand between them with their arms around you. If only things were this simple. The picture just reminds you of what things like before everything happened with the damn Accords; before everyone was ripped away from you. If only I hadn’t been on that undercover mission, if only I’d been there, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I’d still have Steve. Steve. You feel your heart sink at the thought of him.
As you walked onto the jet about to leave for your undercover mission, Steve sprinted into the hangar.
“Y/n, wait!” You stopped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.
You and Steve had a great friendship but you had always felt more for him than you’d like to admit. Sometimes you think he feels the same, but then hell do/say something to smash that feeling.
“Steve, I literally just said bye to you like 10 minutes ago, miss me already?” you teased. He stepped forward, a look of confliction flashing over his face. “Steve, what’s going-”
“This mission is dangerous, a lot more dangerous than I’d like, y/n. If something happens to you I-”
“Steve, I can handle a couple Hydra agents, I’ll only be gone 2 weeks tops. I think I’ll-”
“I love you,” he sputtered out. Your heart dropped. He loves me?
You went to answer, but his lips gently landed on yours in a sweet but quick kiss. Your eyes were wide. Steve moved away from you, blushing with a shy smile.
“I needed you to know, y/n-”
“I love you too,” you whispered, too anxious to look him in the eyes at you confession.
He tilted your chin up, locking his eyes with yours. He looked from your eyes to your lips, sending sparks of happiness through you.
"Agent, we need to get going to stay on the schedule,” The pilot called through the jet.
You cleared your throat and backed away from Steve.
“Come back to me in one piece, Doll. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” You nod sinceyou couldn’t seem to find your voice. Of course he does this before this mission. I have to keep my head in the game.
You took a deep breath and boarded the jet, relishing in the newfound joy.
Before you can fall into the next memory, FRIDAY’s voice appears again. “Miss, it is urgent, I recommend you go immediately.”
“Do I need a gun or is this a non violent kind of urgent FRIDAY,” You ask, annoyance dripping from your voice.
“No weapons are necessary.” You sigh and head towards the elevator. What the hell could Tony possibly be so annoying about?
As you step off the elevator, you get a text from Johnny:
Sparky : Be there in 15, hope you’re ready for tonight babe ;)
You roll your eyes, sending him a quick response back. You and Johnny aren’t more than friends, despite the constant flirting. Neither of you ever push for more and you don’t mind.
You shove your phone in your purse as you step through the doorway to the Tv room. “Tony, what the hell do-” As you step in, your mouth drops open. Sitting on the couch in front of you are Sam, Wanda, Clint, Tony, Steve and Bucky, and all have their eyes on you.
As much as you want to look to Steve, your eyes go to Wanda first. She is on her feet, making her way to you. You meet her halfway, slinging your arms around her, pulling each other into a back breaking hug. You try to fight the tears that are threatening to spill over, but lose. Wanda is your bestfriend. When you found out about how they treated her in that floating hell of a prison, you tried to get there to free her but were told Steve beat you to it.
You pull away from her, cradling her face in your hands.
“Wanda, I’m so sorry… I should have been here. I could of helped. I missed you so much.”
“It’s over now, y/n. We’re somewhat clear to be home. It’s in progress,” she whispers, leaning into you hands.
Your eyes widen at her words. They’re staying? You look over to the others, catching all their eyes.
“So that’s how it is, huh? I thought we were cool,” Sam playfully says. You move away from Wanda and leap at him. Thankfully he catches you in time, you wrap your arms and legs around him.
“Welcome home Sammy!” you yell as you squeeze him to you. He chuckles, setting you down and placing a kiss on your head. Clint pulls you into a hug and ruffles your hair as a big brother would do. My family is home. You find yourself in front of Steve and Bucky, shyness taking over when you notice Bucky’s eye look over you. Damn, why can’t all 100 year olds look like him?
“Y/n, this is Bucky Barnes,” Steve’s voice sends chills through your body, making the memories you managed to avoid earlier resurface. The memory of Tony showing you the security footage of Steve passionately kissing Sharon Carter in some parking garage replays in your mind. You know Tony only did it to make you angry enough to give up any information on where Steve and Bucky were hiding from you, but you didn’t know anything. All that was received from seeing that video was heartbreak. Whatever you and Steve had is gone. Hell, even your friendship was sinking.
"It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky,“ you say as you shake his hand.
"Pleasures all mine, Doll. It’s great to finally meet the girl he hasn’t shut up about.” Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs as he speaks. Your smile drops from your face, the dam breaks unleashing your anger.
“So you met Sharon Carter then?” you ask. All the conversations in the room stopped leaving it dead silent. You look to Steve, panic and regret showing on his features.
Buckys eyes are wide, but so are everyone elses. You simply turn around, not even acknowledging Steve.
“Miss Y/n, Mr. Storm has arrived and is making his way up to you.” Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes as you begin to leave to meet Johnny at the elevators. He’s already at the doorway. You can see that he’s about to say something, but you move past him hoping he gets the hint and follows. He doesn’t though and instead grabs your hand to stop you. He sees the tears running down your face and cups your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He turns his head, taking in the faces that are all turned to you. He sees Steve and immediately understands.
“You ready?” he asks. You nod and he pulls your hand taking you to the elevator.
“Don’t wait up, guys,” he yells over his shoulder. As soon as you both step into the elevator, you hear footsteps coming towards you.
“Y/n, wait! Let me-” You hear Steve’s pleading voice. You glance at him, seeing his broken expression almost matching yours.
“What? Can’t hear you over the doors shutting, Grandpa,” Johnny says. As if on cue, the doors glide shut leaving a defeated looking Steve on the other side.
I groaned and opened my eyes. Trying to go to sleep with all these thoughts in my head was not going to work. I sat up and rubbed my face. I reached for my phone and opened it. The screen came to life and I saw the picture I had set as my lock screen. It was of Peter and I making silly faces at the camera. I smiled and decided to send him a text.
Hope you made it to Liz’s safely. Don’t get too drunk. See you when you get home, dork. <3
Title: Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Depravity Fandom: Pretty Little Liars Characters: Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, Alex Drake, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, Alison DiLaurentis, Ezra Fitz, etc Paring: Sparia/Arlex, Emison, Hanna/kick in the ass (eventual Vandermarin) Summary: What would happen if Alex Drake was in love with Aria Montgomery? Well, she is. And it’s about goddamn time Alex got what she deserved.
Just wait, you guys..
The only other time Spencer could remember having this severe of a headache was a week after she and the others had been rescued from Charlotte’s twisted dollhouse. At the time, she had thought the worst of this whole fucking ‘A’ fiasco was over, but this? This was more insane than anything she could have come up with in even her most warped dreams. She had just found out she another goddamn sister, no –– an identical twin sister –– and the bitch had kidnapped her.
“Spencer!” Alex’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and Spencer’s head snapped in her sister’s direction.
“What?” Spencer deadpanned. “What could you possibly want?”
“Well now, there’s no need to be so rude. I thought we were becoming friends,” Alex snickered. Her thick accent made Spencer’s head spin and her stomach twist in anxious knots. “Anyhow…” Alex sat back down in her chair and leaned against the wall, propping her legs up in the same position she’d been in when Spencer had first woken up. “Who’s your best mate?”
“What?” Spencer asked, eyeing Alex warily. She was so tired and her head was throbbing. Surely this was all just a crazy dream, right?
Alex rolled her eyes. “For someone so smart, you’re a bit dull, aren’t you? Your best mate.” Alex tilted her head back to gaze up at the ceiling. “You got lots of ‘em, you know? There’s the blonde one..”
“Hanna?” Spencer sighed. The knot in her stomach tightened.
“No, no. Not the fat one. The other one.”
Spencer flinched. “Hanna is not fat,” she snapped. “And the other blonde you’re thinking of is Alison, but that is as much as you’re going to talk about my friends. Keep their names out of your mouth.”
Alex grinned at her. “Ah, right. Hanna, Alison, Emily,” she listed each one with a tick off her fingers. “And the little one.”
The knot in Spencer’s stomach coiled, and bile bubbled in her stomach. “Aria,” she all but whispered.
Alex met Spencer’s gaze and her lips curled up into a sly smile. “Aria,” she repeated. “ I rather like her.”
Spencer glared at her. “How long do you plan on keeping me here?”
Alex tilted her chair back and forth before standing up and letting it clatter to the floor behind her. She crossed the room and sat down on Spencer’s bed, delighted when Spencer moved away from her. “For as long as I want,” she said in a uh, duh, tone. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be. I believe Miss Montgomery is waiting for her fiancé, but…” She exited the small room and hit a button on the wall opposite to Spencer’s room. The mechanic doors slid open with a whoosh, and revealed another person lying on a cot identical to Spencer’s. Only the person passed out on it was..
“Ezra!” Spencer cried out. “What the hell have you done to him?” Ezra was unconscious, and even from a distance Spencer could see the bloody wound on the side of his head. His face and the parts of his hands that she could see were covered in nasty cuts and bruises.
Alex shrugged, looking down at Ezra’s unconsciously form carelessly. “He’s rather annoying,” she simpered.
“Alex,” Spencer spat. “You can’t do this! You can’t kidnap people and hold them against their will!”
“Charlotte did,” Alex scoffed. She hit the buttons on the electronic keyboard to lock Spencer’s door and smirked at her through the air holes. She cleared her throat locked eyes with Spencer. “I think you should wear your hair up for the funeral.”
All the air left Spencer’s lungs and she sprang up so fast she almost fell over. It earned a snicker out of Alex, and Spencer’s eyes narrowed. “Funeral?” her voice came out high-pitched and fast. “A funeral for whom?”
“A funeral for whom,” Alex mocked.
Spencer shivered. Alex sounded just like her. Even though they were twins, Spencer was hoping for some kind of identifier that would separate the two of them. “No one will believe you,” she called out before she could stop herself. “My friends will never believe you’re me. If you think you can get away with this…”
Alex hummed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh, honey.” Her eyes turned cold and her voice sharp. “I already have.”
By the time Alex had arrived at the altar, worry over Ezra’s disappearance had gone full swing. The guests were restless, whispering amongst themselves as their fingers flying over their phone screen’s keyboards –– obviously posting about what a tragedy it was that the groom had seemingly stood up the bride –– and Alex thought it was hilarious. She breezed past the anxious guests and slipped through the back door to the lobby where she knew she would find Aria and the others.
“Spencer, there you are! Where have you been?” Hanna was at her side in an instant, her expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “One of your best friends is going through an existential crisis, and you decide to pull a Houdini?”
Alex sighed. “Sorry,” she said. “The law firm called. I had to take a call.” She rushed over to a crying Aria and crouched down next to her, putting a comforting hand on her knee. “Are you OK? I can’t believe Ezra would do this..”
“Maybe he’s hurt? I’m sure he wouldn’t intentionally do this to you, Aria. He loves you.” Emily offered weakly. She and Alison stood side by side, each bouncing one of their daughters on their hips.
Alex rubbed Aria’s knee in a comforting gesture and stood up, arms outstretched. “Can I hold her? You look like you could use a break.”
Emily smiled gratefully and passed her daughter off to her friend. “Thanks, Spence. That’s Lily. I’ll be right back. I just need to use the bathroom.”
Alex cradled Lily in her arms, cooing down at her. Merlin, she looks just Wren. And to think that ungrateful bitch carried around these poor dears. Her eyes flitted up to Alison, and she shot her a soft smile, which was returned immediately. Bloody idiot. Baby Lily grasped at her finger and Alex grinned. It really as a shame poor Wren would never meet his daughters, but that was the price he paid for going against her.
“What if he’s really hurt?” Aria’s broken voice tore through her. “What if he’s dead?”
Alex fought the urge to snort. She shifted Lily to her other hip and ran her fingers through the baby’s thin hair.
“Spencer?” A hand touched her shoulder, and Alex jumped, whirling around.
“Whoa!” Emily held up her hands mockingly in self-defense. “Can I have Lily? Ali and I are going to take the girls for a walk around outside to try to get them down for a nap. We don’t know when…” she trailed off and glanced in the direction of Aria. “You know..”
“Sure, Em. I’d be happy to take them on their walk if you want?” Alex offered, her tone hopeful yet casual.
Emily shook her head. “It’s fine, really. They can get pretty restless when they’re tired.” She walked over to the girls’ stroller and strapped Lily in a seat. Alison followed suit with Grace.
“Hanna? Wanna come with us?” Emily asked.
“No,” Hanna grumbled sourly.
“We’d like it if you came with us,” Alison added, with a pointed look.
As soon as they were alone, Alex plopped down next to Aria. Aria’s eyes were red and puffy; her cheeks stained with old and fresh tears. “Hey, it’s okay. Look, Ezra will show up eventually. He’s probably just got cold feet. It’s very common for men to doubt the marriage on the day of more than women. That or he got lost in a bookstore,” she joked.
A small laugh escaped Aria and she sniffled, resting her head on Spencer’s shoulder. The two interlaced fingers automatically, and she felt Spencer squeeze her hand affectionately. “I’m so stupid,” she mumbled. “To actually believe I could have a happy ending..”
A flash of annoyance shot through Alex. Obviously Aria had every right to be upset, but she was trying to create a moment here, and the Aria could only focus on Humbert Humbert’s younger brother. “You’re not stupid,” she said softly. “Aria, you are one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. It’s Ezra who is the stupid one. He’s an idiot.”
Aria lifted her head up, surprised. She knew Spencer wasn’t the biggest fan of their relationship, but she had never been so blunt before; that job usually fell upon Hanna. “What?”
Alex swallowed. Shit. “I mean, he’s an idiot for leaving you like this,” she back-peddled. “You don’t deserve this.”
Aria opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut. She knew Spencer was right. “Yeah, I know,” she muttered quietly. “I just…maybe he changed his mind, and he decided he really can’t stay with a barren woman.”
Alex’s nostrils flared. “Then he is a goddamn moron, Aria! If you think he would leave you because of an unforeseen, biological anomaly, then he really fucking doesn’t deserve you. Any man who would leave his girlfriend or wife just because she can’t bear his lonely sperm deserves to be strung up and hanged.” The words flew out of her mouth before Alex could stop herself, and she smacked her lips together.
Aria’s eyes widened. She wasn’t used to hearing Spencer swear so much. Alison was actually the most vulgar of their group. “Wow..”
Alex winced. “I-I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I’m just…angry. I’m so angry that he would do this to you. I didn’t think he actually had the balls..”
There was a brief moment of silence before Aria burst into giggles. She leaned against Spencer and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I can always count on you, Spence. You always know how to make a girl feel better.”
Alex’s heart slammed against her chest and she lifted Aria’s chin so their eyes locked. Aria’s eyes were wet with tears, but still shone bright. “I will always be here for you, Aria. We’re Team Sparia, remember?” The word felt weird leaving her tongue, like was a nasty phrase one should never say. No doubt Spencer came up with this stupid gem…
“Always,” Aria hooked her pinky through Spencer’s. “I love Team Sparia.”
“And I love you,” Alex murmured against Aria’s ear.
For some reason the comment made Aria shiver. Spencer’s breath was warm on her skin. “I love you, too, Spence.”
The phrase didn’t hit Alex like she thought it would. Instead it kind of stung. Of course, Aria thought she was talking to Spencer. She was about to answer when Hanna, Alison and Emily returned with the girls, who were asleep in their stroller.
Alex glanced at the wall on the clock. Bullocks. I suppose I should go feed the little bastards. Can’t have ‘em dying on me. “Is anyone hungry? I’m going on a coffee run. Does anyone want their usual?”
“I’ll come with you.” Hanna grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
“No!” Alex said, much too quickly. Eight pairs of eyes fell on her. “I mean,” she swallowed, “it’s fine, Han. You should stay here, okay? It’s just easier if one of us leaves. People might start to get more antsy than they already off if they see the bridesmaids leaving in pairs..”
Disappointment flashed across Hanna’s face, but she sighed and settled into a chair. “You’re right. I don’t want everyone to freak out. Half of them probably think Ezra is dead in a ditch anyway.”
“Hanna!” Emily and Alison hissed in unison.
A smirk tugged at Alex’s lips. Maybe she’s not such an idiot after all.. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she promised. Before anyone could say anything else, Alex scampered off.
When she arrived back at her hideout, Ezra was still unconscious and Spencer was sitting on her bed, just staring at the wall. She let herself in Spencer’s cell. Spencer barely glanced up at her.
“Aw, come now. Don’t I get a greeting?” Alex asked slipping back into her accent. “Are all Americans this rude?”
Spencer snorted. “I don’t think you have any room to gripe about politeness when you’re holding two people against their will. I’ve been to London, so I know it’s not common treatment. You just must be a bitch.”
Alex smirked. “Oh, love. I know you’ve been to London.” She sauntered over to Spencer and bent down so the two were eye level. “If I were you I would be more gracious to your host. Did you know the human body can go three weeks without food, but only three days without water?” She ruffled Spencer’s hair. “Think about that while I get your food, yeah?”
Spencer blinked. “What?” she gasped. “How the hell do you know I’ve been to London?”
Alex was already halfway out the door, but she paused and looked back at Spencer over her shoulder. She tapped her fingers lightly against the frame of the doorway and sighed almost blissfully, like she was recalling a wonderful memory.
“How do you think the vials of blood got in your bag? Not much of a thinker, are ya?”
Spencer’s face turned ashen. “T-that was you?”
“Brilliant move, wasn’t it?” Alex shrugged and pursed her lips. “It was rather a delight to watch. I even have your reaction on camera. Would you like to see?”
Spencer sat there, mouth agape. She exhaled and pressed her fingers to her temples. “You’re truly unbelievable..”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Alex winked at Spencer and punched in the code on the keypad. And then she was gone, and Spencer was left staring at the space where Alex had just stood, her heart pounding and her hope for freedom slowly dissipating.
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The moment Harry entered your place, using the key you had left him, he was met with the sight of you in his black mesh see-through shirt that he had left at your place a couple of months back, your bum peeking out from underneath it and he silently growled from the fact that you were wearing his favourite red lace underwear.
You turned around at the sound of the door opening and you greeted him with a bright toothy grin, one that looked so innocent and sweet, one that contradicted heavily with what you were wearing. He cursed under his breath when he found his shirt unbuttoned, your sternum and part of your chest out on display. He approached you slowly and slid his hand under your shirt and around your waist, his lips pressing to your cheek and then very quickly letting go.
“Nice outfit.” Harry smirked down at you, stepping away and taking off his boots, leaving them neatly by the door.
“Thanks. I know.” you chuckled slightly, amused at his greeting.
You both stalked to the kitchen and he sat at one of the stools, his phone in his hands, typing away.
“So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a bit.” you broke the silence, preparing him and yourself some coffee.
“V’ been good. Great, actually. You know I’ve been busy with the album and promo and what not. But it’s a good time.”
The last time you saw Harry was about a month or two ago, and you two had spent the morning sprawled between the sheets savouring your time together.
“Well glad to know the rockstar cut some time out of his very busy schedule to come hang out with me. I’m honoured, really.”
“Will always have time for you, petal, you know that.”
You smiled at his sweet tone. You handed him his cup and climbed up the kitchen island to sit close to him, your feet dangling and occasionally touching his thigh.
“You know petal? Spending these past two months without you made me realize how much I miss having you around.” He grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him so that your knees would be surrounding his figure.
“Hm. Don’t you go soft on me, Styles.” You raised an eyebrow at his behaviour. You weren’t complaining, it was just odd. You usually spent your time teasing each other or making snarky comments. So, him being all sweet and nice was something you still weren’t sure what to think of.
“Oh, and I also missed fucking your tits.” He added, with a straight face, his head coming to lay on your chest. You laughed loudly at his comment, your hand weaving through his hair and massaging his head.
“There you go, I thought I lost you for a second in the midst of all that lovey dovey shit.”
“But I really did miss you though,” he mumbled against your chest.
You lifted up his chin and locked eyes. “I’ve missed you too.”
When you leaned in to kiss his nose, his eyes fluttered shut. He felt frightened by the way that simple little action made his heart beat faster, and ignited a flame in his whole body.
You pulled away and jumped off the counter too quickly for his liking and he pouted at you.
“Listen, I’m gonna go take a shower really quickly, and then I’m going to give you all my time for the rest of the day, okay rockstar?”
“Can I join you?”
“No, I said it was going to be quick, and we both know you and I have very different interpretations of the word ‘quick’.”
“Fine.” He huffed out, getting up from his spot and moving to the couch.
“Won’t be gone for too long.” You assured him again and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
As he sat on the couch, Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He had missed you. A lot. Not just the time you spent together fucking each others’ brains out. But, your post-sex cuddles, your useless and silly conversations, all the inside jokes that you’ve accumulated throughout your time of knowing each other, the way you looked sleeping next to him, your blushing cheeks whenever he pinched your bum whilst cuddling, the way you would sometimes pinch his as payback, and your laugh. Fuck, he loved your laugh.
He was stunned by his own thoughts. He wanted to tell you everything he thought of you, but he was certain that you would undoubtedly end the agreement you two had set up, and he would probably never see you again. That would kill him. So, for now, he would just keep his mouth shut.