I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?
This is embarrassing.
Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun.
Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done.
She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that.
No she can’t.
She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door.
It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again.
And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.
He is going to kill her.
“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news.
“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”
i can’t tell exactly what he’s saying to her but i think he asked her if she moved away from him bc she got too hot. but the almost double take of him realizing she moved is what gets me. and then the comforting back rub. look, i really hate these two pls take them away from me
Harry and Ron were SUPPOSED to be roommates but Ron fucked up and forgot to request him
On move in day Harry bumps into this asshole who’s bitching about someone touching his “imported scarves”
Harry doesn’t have a lot to unpack so he’s already set up when that same asshole barges into the room. He doesn’t even notice Harry as he
orders the poor volunteers around, telling them how to set up and “that
doesn’t go THERE what are you, an animal???”
When the storm clears Harry just stands there blinking as Draco finally
notices him. He offers him his hand to shake with his signature
“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are…?”
Harry reluctantly takes it. “… Harry Potter”
Throughout the school year they’re very short with each other, usually
hanging out with other groups. They still respect each others rules and
lifestyles within the dorm, but rarely ever talk.
One night, late into the year, Draco comes in shit faced drunk while Harry is studying.
He starts crawling all over Harry on the bed and ends up laying in his
lap talking about how everyone wants to be friends with him because of
his father and how sometimes he doesn’t even like the people he hangs
out with and stuff like that
After his long rant they just kinda sit there and suddenly Draco looks
up like “You’re really hot you know that? Like suuuper hot. That’s why
all those girls are after you. But you’re so stupid you don’t even
realize it. Honestly.”
He kinda goes on about how hot Harry is and how sometimes he wants to
make out with his stupid face and how the way his expressions are on a
day to day basis is practically killing him but then Draco starts
falling asleep mid-rant and just passes out on Harry’s lap.
Harry just sits there in stunned silence before sliding out from under Draco and going to Rons to spend the night
Draco wakes up feeling horrible and he doesn’t remember a lot from the
night before. When he sees he’s on Harry’s bed and Harry is gone he
starts panicking like “fuck fuck FUCK what did I do??”
Later that night Harry comes back and they exchange awkward “heys”
before Draco gets all formal saying he’s sorry if he said anything out
of term or caused any trouble
Harry just laughs like “you’re fine its cute the way you act when you’re drunk”
Draco is internally screaming at "cute” but he’s like “nevertheless I should not have imposed you-”
Harry interrupts him like “dude enough you don’t have to act so up tight with me I’m not gonna judge you”
And after a bunch of back and forth they’re suddenly criss crossed on
the floor talking about their stupid aunt and uncle or how strict their
houses are and they’re up talking until 2AM and somehow Draco ends up in
Harry’s lap again ranting away and Harry is playing with his hair, only
stopping when he agrees with something (“RIGHT?? How stupid is
There’s a small pause as they catch their breath and wind down a bit
Draco closes his eyes while Harry combs through his bangs before asking “So last night I just ranted about my friends at you?”
Harry chuckled and makes a mysterious comment like “among other things”
“Like what?” Draco is sweating now oh god what did I say to this beautiful boy
“Apparently I’m hot and I don’t even realize it”
Draco’s hands are on his face because he’s beet fucking red and Harry is laughing trying to pry them away
“don’t worry, don’t worry! I thought it was cute-” “don’t make fun of
me!” “I’m not! Really! It was adorable! To be honest, I think everything
you do is adorable” “OOHMYGOD PLEASE STOP”
and they both act like total fucking dorks until Harry manages to get
Draco’s hands out of his face and plants a weird upside down kiss on his
Harry half-expects him to get embarrassed, but after a beat Draco’s
pulling Harry back down with messy kisses and reposition’s himself so
he’s straddling Harry’s lap
They’re wrapped around each other, Draco holding himself up so he can curve Harry’s head back and force his mouth open
Harry’s clawing at his back, about to slide his hands down to grab
Draco’s hips when there’s a loud knock on the door (“are you fucking
kidding me” goes through both their minds)
Ron’s coming from a party, drunk, trying to get Harry to go with him. Harry just takes Ron back to his dorm instead.
He expects Draco to be asleep when he gets back, which he is.
But on Harry’s bed.
Deliberately leaving space for Harry.
For the rest of the year they switch off on cuddling and making out with each other on
different beds. Ron finds out at the end of the year and is more upset
about how he could have half-dormed with them since they had an extra
bed than the fact they were secretly dating all that time.
I think I’m in love with muggle AU’s of drarry. Also, make out scenes are my life. Fight me.
I decided to try something new. This is going to be trash! I’m sorry for it being on your dash. I didn’t actually plan this, I just kept going. You can request a group chat, and be sure to tell me who you want in the group chat. -Thai💖
Hey guys! We should go to the mall.
Again?!? Jubilee no.
This is the 6th time this week!
And this will be the 6th time getting kicked out…hmm I wonder why?
It was an accident! Not my fault my wings are huge. But you know what else is huge, ladies 😉
My love for god?
Kurt, never change.
Leave it Warren or Peter to make it inappropriate
You shouldn’t even get that reference! You’re a baby!
I’M YOU’RE YOUNGER TWIN SISTER! I AM NOT A BABY!
Anymore, back on a more important topic. Mall?
How about we just stay in and watch a movie? I like watching American films!
Me too! They are very interesting!
They are very boring, especially the romantic ones. They are so predictable!
I gotta agree with my bro. Romcoms are boring.
Now action movies on the other hand. Very fun to watch. There’s always a hot girl.
That’s true. May I add that the hot girls body is always amazing.
So is that why you have so many action movies? To watch the hot girls, Scott?
Damn Scott. Now be careful with your answer.
Well there goes the movie idea…how about camping?
Camping sounds fun.
Gross! Bugs everywhere! You’re sleeping on the ground! Bad wifi! May I add NO BATHROOMS!
I agree with Jubilee. Camping is a no.
I have never been camping before. Y/N we can go camping 😄
On second thought. I’ll go.
Question is of tho☕️👌🏼
I hate all of you.
Minus one of us buts that none of my business
Ooo burn! Get it..because she’s all hot and firey and stuff?
Did you just call my girlfriend hot😡
At least I didn’t say she has an amazing body☕️👌🏼 She totally does though. Jean, you got some nice legs.
He’s not wrong.
He is not.
Not at all. If you think of it. All the females on the team have amazing bodies.
Not I, but all my team mates look amazing.
You have a nice ass🍑
What you say bird boy?
What? She has an amazing ass. All the girls do.
Warren had been removed by Speedy.
Speedy has left the chat.
I got to go save a team mate.
Wanda🔮 had left the chat.
He’s not wrong about Wanda’s ass but Y/N’s has the best ass. Hands down.
Why do you look upon our asses?
No one here can say they haven’t looked at Y/N ass. Maybe Kurt but I highly doubt it.
As much as I hate the fact we jumped off topic and is now talking about asses, Alex has a solid point.
Y/N, I’m not admitting that I look at your ass but you have a nice ass.
Thank you butterscott, you have…nice lips and hair.
I just want to state the fact that I can read thoughts. @Scott
Jean has left the chat
Scotty😎 has left the chat
Poor kid. So movie or camping?
And I’m going to end it right there. This was messy and sloppy but oh well.
Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)
Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.
A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)
I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.
I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.
I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.
My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.
I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.
I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.
I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.
It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.
“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.
“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.
“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.
I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.
I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.
After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.
Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.
“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.
Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.
As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.
He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.
“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.
“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”
He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.
Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.
“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.
“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.
“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.
I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.
“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)
I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.
I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.
I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”
“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”
“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.
“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.
I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.
“What the hell happened?” I query.
Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”
My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.
“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”
“The person in pain would say otherwise.”
I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.
He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”
“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”
“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.
I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.
“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.
I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.
Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.
I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.
The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.
“Okay, just come back quick.”
My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.
I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.
I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.
Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.
“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.
“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.
His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.
“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.
Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.
I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.
“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.
“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”
“You’re drooling, Raeken.”
“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.
“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.
“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”
Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.
I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.
I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.
He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.
“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.
I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.
I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.
“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.
“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.
Hi, hello! I’ve never written smut before, or any sort of fic for that matter, but I had an idea and was inspired so I created this blog so I could try my hand at it. I have a few other ideas that I’ll post soon, hopefully. Feedback is more than welcome! Thank you for reading!
Description: You tease him until he takes what he wants
Warnings: Smut, some light domination, grammar mistakes.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and you could feel his eyes on you as you were making quick work of the chores you had set out to do that day. The dishwasher was on, you had already vacuumed and you were now heading to the laundry room to grab the fresh bed sheets out of the dryer. Bill had been lounging around on the living room couch watching you at work all morning, flitting about half dressed. He loved to observe you, the way your body moved and the way your hair would slowly start to fall in your face from where it was pulled up, high atop your head in a hair band. Over the past hour he had felt his body temperature slowly rise, looking at you and thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you once he got his hands on that beautiful body. He lifted himself up off the couch and followed closely behind you as you made your way to the dryer, moving on to your final task of changing the sheets on the king size bed that the two of you share.
You felt his large hands wrap around your waist as he came up behind you, pressing his warm body into your back and tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “You look so fucking good,” he mumbled against your skin, placing a soft kiss on the delicate spot under your ear, “I need you right now.”
A/N- Hey! So I’m finally finished all my exams, thank baby Jesus!! Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this for a while. And I’m excited to show this to you all. There will definitely be a part two for this.
You got up and did your daily routine, have a shower, eat breakfast and go to work. You loved your job. You worked really heard and it payed off, you were now the CEO’S right hand man in Kim’s industries. Seokjin your boss and close friend, was taking a step back. He was doing so in order to spend more time with his growing family. You were said cause he was a really good friend of yours, and the thought of working with someone who wasn’t him scared you. What if the new CEO didn’t like you? What if you didn’t like him? So many questions and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning.
You got in to the lift and pressed the number of the floor you worked on. There was a soft melody playing in the back ground, the doors began to close. Suddenly someone stuck there arm in between the closing doors, stopping them from closing and re-opening them. It was a man. He was a masterpiece, he looked like he just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a black tailored suit, which was obvious because it fit him like a glove.His hair was jet black, swept to the side to show off his fore head. He reminded you of someone, you just couldn’t pin point it. He stopped and stared at you for a moment. You moved a side to let him in. He walked past you and leaned up against the railing. You could fell him staring at you. You felt hot under his gaze. You felt arms snake around your waist. His arms. The beautiful man holding close against his hard chest. You could stay like that forever, but who was he and why did he want to cuddle in the lift?
“E-excuse me, Sir. But I think this is really inappropriate, could you please let me go.” You were a little shaky, you didn’t know who he was. But you could stay in his arms like that forever. Was he going to offer you sex? Like you’d consider it, he was really good looking and you’d say he’d be like a god between the sheets. Y’know what sayin. He chuckled, it was like music in your ears.
“Really, Y/N/N (Your nick name)? You don’t remember me? He rested his chin on your shoulder, he was pouting. You’d know that pout anywhere.
“Jeon Jungkook, you’ve turned into such a man.” You turn around his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze.
“Handsome, I know right?” He smirked down at you.
“I think fucking hot. OH MY GOD! Did I just say that out loud.” You try to pull back from him, to embarrassed. But he just pulled you tighter against him, his hands trailing lower down your back. He lowered his face down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
“I think your fucking hot, too.” He whispered in your ear.
*Flash back* -
You met Jungkook when you were eight. You became friends pretty fast, never staying a part for too long. It was when Jungkook got his girlfriend that you realised you had feelings for him. As the years went by you understood that Jungkook would never look at you in that way. But why did he have to be so big on skin ship. He may look all innocent and shy, but no, not at all. He was a clingy motherfucker. He was big into cuddling, holding hands, a lot of times his hands would slip onto your ass and he would feel it up. Not that you minded, but you never really thought anything of it, because he was also always touching Jimins ass too. But it’s glories so who wouldn’t.
The last time you saw Jungkook was at the end of year party, at graduation. He told you he was going to get both of you drinks and to stay right there. When it was hour later and he still wasn’t back, you went to look for him. He was basically fucking the girl that you hated most in the world, she called you nasty names and told you that you would never be good enough for the likes of jungkook. What a bitch. She was the definition of bitch. But your 17 year old little heart broke at the sight, and you ran away. The next day Jungkook texted you, but you didn’t reply. He called, you didn’t answer. He saw you walking down the street home, but you walked faster and pretended not to hear him. Jungkook was a great friend, but you could no longer hold it in. You had to let him go, even if that meant your friendship was ruined. It had to stop.
*End of flash back*-
“So how have you been?” He asked. You were relived he wasn’t bringing up the past.
“I’m good, you?” He smirked, leaning down to your ear again. Does he know what hes doing to you right now?
“I’m great, now that I’ve seen you.” He whispers. Your breathing hitched in your throat. He smirked…. little cunt. The lift opens, you pull apart from him.
“It was good seeing you, Kook!” The old nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. He smiled bright, you missed it.
“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He leans back against the railing, smirking. The doors slowly close.
You get to your office and sit back in your chair with a sigh of relief. Why did he have to be so good looking. Your heart was pounding and that was eight years ago that you were in love with him. You can’t still have those feelings, right? Right.
A knock came to your door, and in pops Seokjins old assistant.
“Miss Y/N, the new CEO is here. There will be a meeting in five minutes up stairs, in the conference room.” She informs you.
“Okay, thank you.” You sigh taking off your coat and making your way to the board room. You take your seat next to your friend Namjoon. You chat to him till the meeting starts. You were anxious to see whom the new CEO will be. The man you’ll be spending a lot of time with.
“All right everyone, settle down.” The room comes to silence, the door opens. Your looking at your schedule for today. Someone clears there throat. You look up.
“Good morning, I’m Jeon Jungkook, the new CEO of Kim industries.” Your gobsmacked. No fucking way. This can’t be happening! He can’t be the new CEO. The meeting starts and everyone is in awe with Jungkook. Where as you are counting down the seconds till you can leave. And you thought work was a great place to be….
When the meeting finally ends, you practically run back to your office. You want to try. You lay your head on your desk. You heard a faint knock at your door. “Come in.” You shout, not lifting your head from the table.
“Wow, your office has a great view!” You shut your eyes tight hearing his voice. He was no where for eight years, when you longed for him. And now he’s everywhere. You straighten yourself up.
“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Jeon?” His smile fades at your words.
“Y/N, you don’t have be so formal with me. We used to be so close.” He smiles taking a seat in front of you.
“That’s true, but I’d rather if we kept this a professional relationship.” You give him a light smile.
“And we will. But before that, I want you to answer a few questions for me.” Your heart starts to pound. Why is this happening to you? Why did the world hate you?
“Okay.. go ahead.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit. Jungkook smirks at it.
“Why did you stop talking to me eight years ago?” You sigh.
“Do you want the truth or the easy white lie?”
“The truth would be preferred.” You take a deep breath.
“Okay, well.. I was in love with you.” You laugh. “I am, I saw you making out with that fucking cunt that I hated, and it broke my heart. I didn’t want to put myself through pretending that I was okay with it, when I obviously wasn’t. So when you called and text I ignored them, and eventually you stopped. I never wanted you to know, so I stopped talking to you.” You sigh, it was nice getting that out after all those years.
“Did the boys know?” You finally meet his gaze.
“Just Yoongi and Jimin.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Things could of been different.” He states.
“I told you I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship, with my one sided love.” You giggle. “It did anyway.” You laugh again, not really knowing why.
“Y/N, things would have been, could be different, because I-” Jungkook sentence gets cut short as your assistant comes in.
“Miss Y/N, Mr Lee is here.” You sigh.
“Already?” You get up smoothing out your skirt. “I’m sorry, Mr Jeon. But I have work to do.” You grab Mr Lee’s file and leave Jungkook in your office.
“I love you, too.” Jungkook sighs.
A/N- So message me if you want a part two. I’m quite happy with this. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you from reading and for reaching 200 followers!! I love you all, thank you xx
Request: Can you write one where the teenage reader finds out her parents are hydra? When they leave for work she gets into their office and finds a dangerous file with plans to destroy the avengers tower. She takes it and runs away till she gets to the tower. She’s crying when she gets to the receptionist cause her parents will kill her for what she did. Tony relocates her to the compound since it’s safer and Nat wipes out her identity and helps her with a make over. She finds a family with them.
Pairing: Avengers x reader
Summary: You didn’t mean to find what you did, but you did. Now you need protection and the only people that could save you are the people they want to destroy.
Word Count: 2,075
Genre: Angst, fluff
Notes: There will be a second part to this! It was too long for one fic so I broke it into two :)
“How long are you guys going to be gone this time?” you ask your mother as she drags her bags into the living room.
“This business trip, about two weeks? I think anyways. Your father knows for sure” your mother says monotonously.
You nod and wait with your other for the cab. Your parents had a government job, although you didn’t know exactly that they did, and it took them around the world for weeks at a time. Every time you asked about your parent’s career they brushed you off, telling you that they were just advisers but never who for. As you grew older, you noticed all of the inconsistencies in their stories. You began asking more questions and those questions lead to many fights which lead to your very tense relationship with your parents. After two years of fighting, you had finally resigned yourself to a type of symbiotic routine with your parents. You would go to school and come home then up to your room without disrupting them, only ever really speaking when they were leaving for another trip.
You hear a honk outside and your father rushes into the living room with his bags, ignoring you and walking out of the house.
“We left money for take out. Don’t do anything stupid.” your mother said.
With that you were left in your big home, all alone just like you had been for most of your life. You sigh and go into the kitchen where you expect to find the money for food. Your face twists in confusion as you look around the bare counters to find no trace of the money they had promised. You walk around the house looking for the money but find nothing, until you stood in front of the study’s door. You were never allowed in there, it was strictly under lock and key held by your parents. You didn’t know why, it wasn’t like you were a problem child, if they told you not to do something you didn’t do it.
As you reach up onto the door frame looking for the spare key to open they door, you scold yourself lightly. This was a serious situation as if you didn’t have the money you couldn’t eat for the next two weeks so you knew your parents wouldn’t be to mad about it. You pull down the key, open up the door and walk to the giant mahogany desk on the other side of the room. You see two crumpled up hundred dollar bills sitting on top of a manila folder marked with a small red label on the corner that read ‘Top Secret’. Obviously, when something reads ‘Top Secret’ you curiosity is peaked. Maybe this is your chance to know exactly what your parents did.
You pocket the cash and slide open the folder carefully, as to not make it look tampered with. You pull out the papers and are greeted with a picture that filled you with dread. The cover photo of the title pile of documents was a red skull with six curving tentacles, the symbol of HYDRA. Your heart was racing as you pulled apart the other papers. You find ones that had pictures of your parents in soldier’s garb along with details you didn’t even know about them. Was this why they were so secretive? Were your parent’s really members of HYDRA?
BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jungkook Version
Word Count: 1,179
“Y/N! C'mon, hurry up! You move like an old lady!” Jungkook whined as you slowly got out of your car, checking and making sure that you had everything that you needed.
“Jungkook, the fair isn’t going anywhere.” you teased like a mother would to her child. Jungkook held open your door impatiently, hopping slightly from excitement. When your butt was finally out of the car, Jungkook slammed the door shut, grabbed your hand, and dragged you off to the entrance of the fair with a large smile on his face.
“I know, but I wanna go and spend as much time with you as possible!” he said, happily skipping into the fairgrounds with you trying to keep up from behind.
You chuckled and shook your head, gazing at his backside with a certain longing in your eyes. You and Jungkook had met that same year at university, in your intro to psychology class. You sat in the back of the lecture hall, since you arrived late and didn’t want to be scolded by your professor for tardiness on the first day. Jungkook sat four seats down to your left, obviously, he hadn’t woken up to his alarm either.
Your relationship went from shy smiles, to throwing notes over the empty seats, to him sitting next to you with your knees brushing and up to your best friend status that you proudly held today. However, you couldn’t deny the attraction you had for your adorable, yet cocky best friend and oh how you wish you could just tell him how you felt. For now, though, you were happy being one of his closest friends; supporting him through his studies and his dream of becoming a singer.
You took in the smells of the fair; powdered sugar, fry oil, and something buttery and fattening that made your mouth water. Jungkook’s eyes shined with excitement as he led you to a funnel cake booth, buying you both one to share as you wandered into the petting zoo area, sneaking the baby animals bits of your fried, sugary goodness.
“Hey look, I found your dapple gangers.” you teased when you ran over to the hordes of bunnies. Jungkook just stuck his tongue out at you, but cooed none the less when one of the rabbits crawled into his lap. As you were petting the bunnies, Jungkook gently grabbed your hand, locking your fingers together with his. You looked up at him and saw that he had a slight blush on his cheeks and another bunny perched on his shoulder, making you giggle at his cuteness.
“You alright Kookie? You’re looking flushed.” you asked, running your free hand over his forehead and pushing some of his hair back. Jungkook just smiled and squeezed your combined hands.
“Never better Y/N. Let’s go on some rides, yeah?” he suggested, gently placing down the balls of fluff and leading you out of the petting zoo; walking with you to the rides. He never let go of your hand, and you inwardly smiled to yourself. Sure, Jungkook was always close to you like this, but the small victories always counted.
He took you on some fast-paced rides first: the little fast kiddie coasters, spinning teacups, bumper cars (which you totally beat him in, even though Jungkook wouldn’t admit it aloud) and one of those drop-down rides that always made your stomach do flips. After begging him to allow you to sit and rest, he placed you on a bench by the game booths and you watched him play from afar. He won game after game, and slowly the bench you sat at was covered with fluffy stuffed animals and a new fish friend that you both named Marius.
“Jungkook, there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave.” you told him as you shared a serving of blue cotton candy. Jungkook’s lips were tinted lightly with the dyed sugar, and you were sure that your lips mirrored his. In a large bag over his back held all the toys he won, and you insisted that you’d carry Marius safely in your hands.
“Yeah? Anything you want Y/N, we can do!” he said happily.
“Can we go on the Ferris wheel? The sun is setting, and I bet the view is amazing from up there.” you said dreamily. The corners of Jungkook’s lips pulled up in a smirk and he nodded.
“Of course, anything for my best friend.” he said, nudging your side playfully. You could feel your heart slow and the smile on your lips fall an inch.
“Yeah, best friend.” you mumbled quietly to yourself as you followed Jungkook to the Ferris wheel. You both secured your winnings in one of those large storage containers and hopped on the ride. Jungkook sat next to you and he poked your cheek when the ride started to move. You went around once, twice, and then the cart stopped at the top on the third spin.
“Wow, it’s beautiful.” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the pinkish orange hue of the dusk sky. You nodded.
‘It is, but it’s not as beautiful as you.’ you thought.
“You think I’m beautiful, Y/N?” Jungkook asked. You turned to look at him with confusion in your eyes. Did he just read your mind? The stupid smirk on his face made your cheeks feel hot with blush.
“Did I just say that out loud?” you asked sheepishly, looking down at your shoes.
“You did, you did. Is there something you’d like to tell me Y/N? Do you like me?” Jungkook teased.
“Not funny Kookie, don’t tease.” you said softly, taking a deep breath before looking up at him again. His lips were still blue, the mischievous glint in his eyes made him look younger, and you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the cute, yet handsome man sitting next to you.
“I do…like you. And I hope that this won’t ruin our friendship. Because before anything you were my friend first and I hope that we-”
Jungkook cut you off with his lips gently pressing against yours. You could taste the remnants of sugar on his lips and you melted at the feel of how soft they were. You brought your hands up around his neck, pulling him in closer as his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking the soft apples of your cheeks. The kiss was slow, both of your lips just brushing together in between soft breaths, testing the boundaries and just feeling, tasting, and loving. Jungkook pulled away first, resting his forehead against your own as you both caught your breath, both your cheeks flushed in red.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now. Does that answer your question Y/N?” he asked softly, a small smiling tugging on the corners of his lips. You nodded and laughed airily.
“Kookie, you look so cute when you blush.” you admitted, and Jungkook grinned, leaning in to peck your lips gently as the Ferris wheel started to descend.
“And your blush is absolutely stunning…my jagiya.”
As an aspiring actress, it was not easy to find a job in New York. You’d think jobs would be open all over the place, but with an abundance of acting opportunities came an abundance of extremely qualified super-talented people that somehow always stole the spotlight from you. Of all places, you had never expected your first job to be here.
The New York Museum of Natural History was sort of famous for their amazing night program. The museum, as they said, “came to life” with actors and animatronics and all sorts of amazing special effects, all managed by the “Night Guard”, Larry Daley. And it just so happened that you were friends with his son.
Nicky had hooked you up the minute you mentioned a fascination with the 1940’s.
“It’s pretty simple. All you have to do is sing some songs with the other 40’s girls and maybe talk to the guests a little. Nicky said you know a lot about the 40’s right?”
“World War II is my favorite.” You nodded.
“Perfect.” Larry nodded and showed you where he kept the costumes and had you pick a dress that suited you. Surprisingly, there weren’t very many. Just a sparse collection of clothes from specific eras, particularly the ones that were getting new actors. “All right, so, everything starts up an hour after sundown. Just be there like fifteen minutes before opening.”
“Will do. Thank you so, so much, Mr. Daley.”
“See you tonight.”
The Victory Rolls had been nearly impossible to put in, but you thought they looked pretty good, although, at this point, your hair was more hairspray and pins than it was hair. You topped off the look with some simple eyeliner wings and red lipstick and then walked in the door fifteen minutes before they opened for their night session.
It was as though history had thrown up in the lobby.
People from several different eras were walking through the museum to get everything ready. And it took you a while to find a familiar face, but finally, you found Nicky. He was standing at the DJ booth talking to a man wearing a tall golden headpiece and a shimmering orange cape. The moment his eyes fell upon you, they widened. A small smile pulled at his lips.
“Nicky, where’s your Dad?”
“Woah, (Y/N), I barely even recognized you!” He looked pretty impressed. “Nice…hair.”
“I don’t know where Dad went.” Nicky looked around for a second before noticing the look on his Egyptian friend’s face. “Buuut, I can introduce you to this guy! (Y/N), this is-”
“I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king.” He took your hand in his own, and instead of shaking it as you had expected, he brought it to his lips. Your cheeks had never burned so bright. “And it is a pleasure to meet someone so beautiful.”
“Wow, is everyone here so into character?” there was a crack in your voice as you replied. “N-nice to meet you too. You’re…hot. Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?” Nicky smiled, as did Ahk. “I gotta go, byeeeee.” You started to walk away and eventually ran right into Larry.
“You okay, (Y/N)? Your face is all red.”
“I’m f-fine. Where do you want me?”
The night gig was fun, you decided. You got to sing with a 1940’s trio and then teach kids about World War II. And a few hours before sunrise, when the night hours were officially over, you were once again greeted by the handsome Pharaoh.
“Hi there.” You cursed the crack in your voice.
“So how did your first night on the job go?”
“It was amazing. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time.” He smiled at your response.
“I hope that means I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Perhaps I could show you around my exhibit sometime.” He suggested.
“I’d like that. A lot.” You yawned and then glanced at a watch. It was waaaaay past your bedtime. “Goodness, I’ve gotta get home and go to bed. But thanks for the chat. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
He smiled. “Definitely.”
Because the night program only ran Friday and Saturday nights, it was with a heavy heart that you started to pack up your stuff after your shift at the museum. The few months you had been working there had felt magical. There was no way to describe it. And now that you had to face another week without him- I mean working, it was bittersweet, to say the least.
One of the storage rooms had become a sort of dressing room/lounge for yourself and the other performers. That was where you were as you packed your duffle bag with your costume and makeup and hair supplies.
“I thought I might find you here.” You looked to the door to find Ahk standing there with a beautiful flower in his hand. “I was wondering if you might want to accompany me tomorrow evening.”
“Me?” You looked around, a finger pointing to your chest. He nodded and took a step closer. His large hand gently wrapped your own around the stem of the flower.
“There is no one whose company I would like more.” His voice was soft, and his eyes were warm as they met yours. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear, and as he did so, his breath ghosted across your cheek, causing a shiver to run up your spine. “Meet me here after sundown.”
“A-all right. Will do. Can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” He smiled and left the lounge, a proud expression etched into his handsome features. Nicky was waiting for him just down the hall.
“She said yes!” Ahk’s calm and collected demeanor shattered to pieces, and all of his relief bubbled to the surface. He would have been one brokenhearted mummy if you had said no. “Now tell me, what must I do to make (Y/N) happy?”
“Dude, I think she’d be happy watching paint dry as long as it was with you.”
“Perfect. Where do I get some paint?”
“Figure of speech. I don’t know…I could bring you a few movies and you could set up the projector down the hall.” Nick smirked and shook his head as it finally hit him. “I can’t believe my best friend is dating a mummy.”
“But…perhaps we should keep that last part between us for the time being.”
“You got it, dude. But…(Y/N) is smart. She’ll figure it out sooner or later.”
You showed up to the museum the next night wearing something casual and comfy but definitely date night attire. You did not, however, expect Nicky to be the first person you saw.
“Good, you’re just in time.” He said. You looked around at all of the activity in the museum. You had sort of expected the place to be empty, but instead, about 80% of the night staff was here wandering around in full costume.
“What’s going on? Why is everyone here?”
“Um, I’m not sure.” Nicky lied. He punched something into his phone and then looked back up at you. “Anyway, Ahk is up this way.”
“Is his-” Nick looked to you, stopping in his tracks. “Nevermind.”
“Is his name really Ahkmenrah?”
Nicky was quiet for a long moment. This was the first time you suspected something was up.
“Y-yeah. Haven’t you ever met anyone named Ahkmenrah? I know like four of them.”
“Oh. Okay then. Didn’t realize it was that common a name.” You paused. “I guess.”
You followed Nicky up the stairs and into the room where Ahk was waiting. He looked so different than you were used to, dressed in street clothes instead of his very regal Pharaoh garb. His long shimmering cape and colorful beads had been replaced instead with a gray hoodie and some jeans. His face lit up at the sight of you, and he immediately got up from the couch he and Nick had dragged into the room not long before.
“Hi.” He waved shyly. “You…you look very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” You blushed and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“Nick helped me in selecting some films I thought you might enjoy.” He said, motioning to a small stack of DVDs sitting on the table beside the projector.
“Thank you, Nicky.” You gave your friend’s chest a little shove before taking a few steps toward Ahkmenrah. You looked through the stack and then picked a romantic comedy and popped it in. Ahk sat down on the couch, heart racing as you took the spot beside him. Then, as Nicky had told him to, Ahk inhaled a large breath, stretched, and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his strong chest, basking in his warmth.
“I like seeing you this way,” Ahk confessed after some time, “you seem more…you.”
“What, you don’t like the Victory Rolls?” you teased, giving him a little nudge. He laughed. “No, I feel. They’re fun, but they’re a hassle. My hair is much softer without all the spray.”
“I agree.” He smirked. “And though you seem quite comfortable on the stage, I much prefer the sight of you in my arms.”
“I do too.” You nuzzled in closer to him.
“There is something I must tell you, but I fear you would not believe me.”
“Okay.” This was the second time you suspected something was up.
“But I swear to you, I would not lie.” His eyes locked into yours and it was as though he was staring into your soul. Your heart fluttered. For a moment, you thought you might explode. The world stopped, and when he removed his arm from around your shoulders to take both of your hands, you could finally see the fear in his seemingly ancient eyes. His fingers wove through your own, gripping them tightly.
“I trust you, Ahk.” You whispered and gave his hands a squeeze. He smiled gratefully. “What is it?”
“The museum…it’s not-” he paused, arranging the words in his mind. “It’s not exactly ordinary.”
“I figured as much,” You chuckled softly. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. Suddenly, an idea struck.
“Come with me.” He stood and led you down the hall, across the second floor, and finally into the Egyptian exhibit. His hand gripped yours tightly as he led you to stand in front of the sarcophagus.
“The tablet of Ahkmenrah?” you asked. Your eyebrows crinkled as you thought it over.
“It’s said to have magical powers that bring the museum to life every night.” He stated, waiting for the pieces to click. “And inside the sarcophagus…” he slowly pushed open the lid revealing…nothing. Nothing but bandages. You gasped.
“Where did the mummy go?” and immediately as the words left your mouth, it finally clicked. The mummy was standing beside you, holding your hand. “Oh my God.”
“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.
“How are you even-” you looked him over, bringing a hand up to stroke the soft skin of his face. It felt so real. Too real to be dead. You pressed your ear to his chest, and sure enough, his heart was beating, racing even. “I don’t understand.”
“Every night for thousands of years, I’ve come to life again because of the tablet. And yet, I’d never felt truly alive…until I met you.” One of his hands rose to caress your cheek. “I promise to treat you like the queen you are…if you’d have me, that is.”
There were a few moments of silence as you looked into his eyes. And then, nodding rapidly, you rushed into his embrace.
“Yes, Ahk. A million times, yes.” You held him tighter than you had ever held anyone, afraid that he would suddenly slip away.
“I take it it went well?” Nick poked his head around the entrance of the exhibit. You rested your head against Ahk’s chest as you turned to look at your friend.
“You could say that, yes,” Ahk told him with a smile.
“Nicky, my boyfriend is a Pharaoh.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you said it. It was unbelievable. Impossible. And yet, here he was.
“Thank you, Nicky, for introducing me to the love of my life.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” He smirked. “If you need me, I’ll be downstairs partying with the others.” He walked off, leaving the two of you alone.
“What would you like to do now, my love?” he asked, his voice merely a whisper.
“Just hold me.” You gripped him tightly, and he held you fast against his chest.
“I can certainly do that.”
The following evening, you arrived at the museum precisely five minutes before sundown. When Larry opened the door, you were one of the last people he had expected to see.
“What are you doing here? Work isn’t until Friday night.”
“Well, my boyfriend is a mummy that only comes alive at night, so he and I kind of have some time to make up for.” You replied. Larry smiled slowly.
“He told you then, huh?”
“Last night was a bit more eventful than I had expected.”
“Welcome to the madness. It only gets crazier from here.” He handed you a key. “I’ll let you do the honors, then. His royal highness gets kind of impatient while waiting for me to lock up the lions.”
“All right.” You nodded. As you made your way up the stairs, the fun began. Teddy rode off of his platform and off to find Sacagawea and you ran up the steps and into the Egyptian exhibit, where you could hear your boyfriend yelling and pounding on the lid of his sarcophagus.
“LARRY LET ME OUT!” You could barely make out the muffled shouts, but you rushed to shove aside the stone slab, unlock the glass case, and then finally pull the lid off.
“Hey, Ahk, it’s all right.” You stated. His body was fully covered in bandages, and he smelled like an attic, but you didn’t care. You helped him undo the wrappings around his face. As soon as he was free, he turned his head to cough up a cloud of dust. “Good morning, babe.”
“Good evening, my love. Now, if you’d help me undo these wrappings so I can greet you properly, that would be splendid.”
“It’d be my pleasure.” You grinned and pressed a soft kiss against his lips as you pulled his wrappings further off, revealing the rich orange cape and beads that lie beneath. In all of his time, Ahk had learned many things. But he finally knew that after four thousand years, being here with you was where he truly belonged.
((writer’s note: ah yes, Quinlan. The born. The character that so many love yet nobody writes about? Well I’m gonna fix that))
• The human side of Quinlan makes him care for you, but the Strigoi side makes him fear for you. He doesn’t trust himself to be able to keep you safe, from even himself. And that sometimes makes him distant.
• He will do anything for you; you’re his world. The one thing that makes him feel truly human. He doesn’t always understand how he feels, but he knows it’s important.
• Understanding and acceptance are important aspects of Quinlan’s affections. He is an outsider in a world where people discard those who do not belong, and knowing you care about him even through him being different, it will forever be something that keeps him fighting.
• Due to his sleeping patterns, there’s a chance you might never end up sleeping at the same time. Unless, of course, you go to get up and he decides that you need to stay in bed until nightfall. Who could decline the offer, though?
• He never feeds near you. He worries that even though you accept him you’ll be disgusted and not feel the same. Of course it’s ridiculous of him to say such a thing but he cannot afford to lose you, and avoids anything that could cause that.
• Expect a lot of situations in which you’ll have to explain modern things to him- like revolving doors, and toasters, and memes.
• While he’s never eaten human food, he loves to cook for you. He likes to see you happy, so he’ll make you your favourite food whenever you’d like it. He’s a damn good cook too.
• One thing’s for sure, Quinlan loves hugs. It gives him a sense of security and it’s his favourite way of showing affection. Who doesn’t love hugs?
• He’d love to teach you to use his sword (not a euphemism) or to shoot one of his guns. While it’s mainly because he loves to watch you try your hardest and adores the expression you wear when you’re concentrating, he likes to know you have some methods to defend yourself, in case the situation ever arose.
• Jealousy has never really been an issue with him, he’s certain that if you were with him you cared about him and would never dare do anything to hurt him or turn against him. And he knew for a fact that if anyone ever got too close to you and he showed up they wouldn’t bother for long.
//If you would like to make a request, send me an ask. I’m in a lot of different fandoms so don’t be afraid to be bold.
Summary:Your ex-boyfriend comes to town and hates the fact you’ve moved on, and he tries to win you back.
Side Note: Y/EB/N = Your Ex-Boyfriends Name
It was a call you never thought you’d receive. Your good for nothing ex-boyfriend had somehow got a hold of your new phone number, and announced he was in town. Panic set in, Mac wasn’t back from work yet and you hated the idea of being alone with your ex.
The doorbell rang causing your body to freeze. The options were to pretend that you weren’t home, but your car was sitting pretty in the drive way so that wouldn’t work. The next option was to slam the door in his face, you liked it but nonetheless it was a risky move. The last option was one that you hated but seemed to be the best, to get this over with quickly and hope that Mac comes back real soon.
Opening the door, Y/EB/N was standing there a sight that now made your stomach turn. The break up was messy and didn’t end well. You swore of men after that, but then Mac walked into your life and showed you how a person should love another, things changed. He was caring, thoughtful, sweet, compassionate, loving, handsome and so many other qualities that made you fall in love with him quickly and suddenly.
Now a year later and the two of you were as solid as a rock. There had been hardships but not even those could break apart the relationship.
“What do you want Y/EB/N?”. You asked, not caring if it sounded rude.
He greeted you with a smile, but you knew better and was prepared for whatever ulterior motive he had. “Is that anyway to speak to someone that you shared memories with?”.
“I call you an ex for a reason. Now if your done wasting my time, I have other things that require my attention. Things that I actually want to spend my time on as opposed to standing here and talking to you”. Getting ready to slam the door in his face, Y/EB/N prevented that by jamming his foot in between the door.
“That’s harsh Y/N, even for you. Come on, I just want to chat”. He smirked and it made you feel physically sick.
Y/EB/N casually invited himself into the home you shared with Mac and it made you feel the upmost level of discomfort. You broke up with him for several reasons, but the biggest being that he treated you horribly. He was always ready to call out your faults but never his own.
“You have to be invited in to someone’s house, and I did not say that you could come in. So please leave!”. The tone you used was direct and cold. But as per usual he wasn’t listening.
“Y/N relax, I just want to hang out like old times. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed what we had”. He looked around and stopped when he saw a photo of you and Mac, the two of you were smiling. Picking up the next one beside it, it was of you and Mac kissing. Y/EB/N scoffed and put that one facing down.
Slowly making your way over to the bench, you reached for your phone and sent a S.O.S to Mac. While typing out another with the letter “x”. It was a safety measure that Mac put in place if your ex ever came to visit while he wasn’t home. Placing the phone back to where it was, Y/EB/N turned around. “Angus Macgyver”, he read picking up the mail that was laying on the coffee table. “What kind of name is that?”, he mocked and threw it back.
“He goes by Mac and his more of a man that you are. So if you’re done insulting the man I love, use the front door to be on your way out”. Maybe the wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but at this point you didn’t care, you just needed him to leave.
Just in time, you heard Mac’s car pull up the driveway. Y/EB/N must of heard it too because you could tell that he was panicking. He quickly muttered, “Fine I’ll go. Just came by to say a simple hello”. Watching as he made his way out the back door, as he was rushing to get out he knocked a table, causing the vase of flowers that were sitting beautifully on top to fall.
Mac came rushing in, “Where is he?”. His voice low and protective.
“He left as soon as he heard the car come up the driveway”, you replied bending down to pick up the glass from the broken vase.
“Did he hurt you?”, Mac stepped forward with his hands in a fist.
Throwing the glass in the bin, you inhaled deep and noticed that you were shaking. Mac rushed on over and pulled you into his embrace. “No, I’m just overwhelmed. I never thought I’d see him again. So him calling and showing up so unexpectedly took me by surprise”.
Mac rubbed your back and kept his eyes firmly on the back door. “His not coming near you again, I’ll make sure of that”.
Pulling away, you placed both hands on Mac’s chest. “I told him that you are more of a man than he is”.
His face lit up. “Oh yeah, that’s my girl. Knowing him, that must of been a blow to his ego”. You couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Mac grabbed your hand, “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Let’s just lock the doors and go to bed. Because right now I want to spend quality time with my girlfriend”. He put emphasis on the my and Mac cheekily kissed you.
Following him down the hallway, you felt a lot safer with Mac around. “How can I argue with that”. Responding as the two of you entered the shared bedroom.
There was nothing better than being in the arms of the person you love and Mac was that person. Your ex couldn’t compare and seeing him again just proved to you that the choice to break up with him, was the best decision you ever made.