A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer.
This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.
Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.
She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.
Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.
Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.
Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.
“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”
She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.
“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”
“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”
“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”
Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.
“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”
The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.
“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”
“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”
“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”
The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.
“Your point?” She asks.
The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.
“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”
That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.
Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.
“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”
“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.
“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.
“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”
“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”
With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.
“And if I don’t?” She calls.
And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.
“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.
“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.
“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.
“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”
“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”
“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”
“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”
“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”
“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”
“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.
She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.
“Welcome aboard princess.”
A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”
The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.
“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”
“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”
“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.
Harry takes it gladly.
“After you princess.”
The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.
“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”
“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”
“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.
“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”
“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”
“I like that,” she smiles.
“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.
“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”
Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.
“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”
“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”
She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.
“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.
“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”
Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.
“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”
“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”
“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”
“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.
“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.
Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.
“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”
Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.
“I’m ready for anything.”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.
“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.
“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”
As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.
Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.
“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.
“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”
“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.
“You love it.”
“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”
“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.
“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.
The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.
“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”
“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”
“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”
The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.
“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”
“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.
“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.
“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”
“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”
Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.
“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”
“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”
“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”
Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”
“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.
“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”
The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.
“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”
“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”
“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.
“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”
Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.
“And then Kookie, he said-” Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention. Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him. “Jagi, is everything ok?”
“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.
“Don’t you like it?”
“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him. It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.
“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen. “Can’t have you going hungry.”
God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time? So god damn perfect? It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does. It’s inevitable.
“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven. He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully. “I don’t feel too good.”
“Ok, let me drive you-”
“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.” If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face. It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.
“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat. He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you. “Hope you feel better soon.”
“See you soon?”
“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.
“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up. “You wanna go check it out sometime?”
“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.
“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.” Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words. You wish you hadn’t though. That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.
“I don’t really like Mexican food…” You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while. It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi. Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem. It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming. You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight. This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.
“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh. There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much. His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image. “What about chinese then? You love chinese.” He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.
“Can I maybe just take a raincheck? I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”
There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona? I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.” You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously. What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?
He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.
“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”
“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.” Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces. He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.
He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned. He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you. It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that. No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.
You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful. You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart. Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.
“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes. You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.
“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.” You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right. Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.
“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex. C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”
“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful. You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true. Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.
“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”
“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second. “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”
“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face. “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”
“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face. “I had fun.” Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be. You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”
“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking. Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best. Better now, rather than later. “Right… sure.”
“So… what do you think?”
What do you think? You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with. You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.
But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.
“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes. “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.” His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response. You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming. It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.
“You don’t like it? I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”
“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too. Cold, yes, but logical. Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?
He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.
“I don’t care. We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it. And the fans want us to be happy.” Well… how do you argue with that? He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.
“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.” Harsh it is then. You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes. “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”
“I see.” His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there. “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”
Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there. If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.
You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less. It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him. Why aren’t you replying? Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need him to come over? Why are you so quiet? It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply. But you can’t, you mustn’t. You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.
You’re not stupid. You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him. And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many. You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you. It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.
So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much. Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.
You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is. Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.
“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.
You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use. Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now. You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.
“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.
“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.
“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you. He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.
“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”
“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head. His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong. You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end. Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.
That’s when you chose your moment to strike. You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal. A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.
You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face. When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown. You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.
He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic. You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again. Not after last time, not after what happened when-
You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you. He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.
“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok? Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”
“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.
“Just… just leave it, please?” You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.
He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see. Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy. Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.
You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind. They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back. Ex-best friend, should you say.
There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more. You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes. That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable. Not again. You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.
Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why. Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up. He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.
You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary. Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.
“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it. No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side. You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.
God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.
“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.
“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.
“Flirting with Yoongi like that. You were all over him.”
“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound. Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.
“So…?” he repeats quietly. You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat. “I thought…”
“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?” You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it. What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh? “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”
request: but I think you could do a really cool soulmate AU with Peter,,,,but like, with a twist??
A/N: i loooooooove soulmate AU’s so tysfm for requesting this i’m crying on the floor. PS ending may or may not be shitty
summary: peter and his best friend find out they’re soulmate
warnings: mild language and slight angst
“I hate it.”
My tattoo that is. The lady totally did this on purpose, she decided to write a random sentence on my torso’s side instead of the one that had been delivered. She’d probably had enough of my nervous jabbering, but what can she expect? This is 1) my very first tattoo and 2) the words my soulmate will say me. From time to time I’m caught up in disbelief that my soulmate will be saying these words to me. If I ever meet my soulmate, whoever they are, and they say the words inked on my body, I will run in the opposite direction and never look back. My soulmate has to be a major lunatic, and I won’t put up with it.
“Well what does it say?” Ned asks, closing the thick textbook he was reading and focusing his attention on me now.
I scoff and shake my head, placing my hand over the spot it was tattooed on, “Not telling, why would I? That’s how failed marriages occur, ya know?”
Ned laughs, and I smile sheepishly, slowly removing my hand and resting it with my other one on the picnic table. MJ sits next to Ned, reading one of her many one thousand page books, seeming uninterested in the topic of soulmates. I was growing bored as well with the talk of my tattoo, I had gotten so many questions yesterday about it.
Everyone did on their 16th birthday, kind of like the new version of getting your drivers liscence: getting your soulmates words. Of course I got my liscnece first I mean I was dreading going to the tattoo parlor. At least I got to pick out the font it came in. I chose Times New Roman being the essayist I am.
“So, your tattoo?” Peter takes a seat next to me, out of breath from running across campus to meet up with our little group after school. I hear Michelle groan, stating that she wouldn’t be back until a month before getting up to trudge away.
Once she’s out of earshot, I shrug, “Um, yeah.”
Peter turns excitedly, straddling the picnic bench with one leg on either side of the seat, “Come on, how’d it go? I know you won’t tell me what it says, but how was it?”
“Peter,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes and nudging his shoulder softly with my hand, “you know how it goes, you’ve already gotten yours.”
He nods, but pulls me back into the conversation, “Who tatted you? Was his name Jonathan, I got a Jonathan last year.”
I shake my head, grabbing my apple core and walking over to the nearest trash can, Peter follows, “No, her name was Felicity or something. I dunno.”
“But seriously, Peter,” I toss the apple core away and turn to him, a stern look on my face, “it is the worse ever. Whoever my soulmate is, I am doomed.”
“What do you mean?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh, following me as I walk back to Ned.
“They’re gonna say the stupidest thing to me, and like, ugh!” I sit down resting my head in my hands, mumbling through my fingertips, “Are there any redo’s?”
“I’m afraid not.” Ned chuckles, his shoulders falling up in down as he laughs.
I pucker my lips to the side and sigh through my nose. Peter placed his hand on my shoulder and I lean into his touch, so soft and warm. Lately we had both been getting closer, in terms of friendship and proximity both. Talking more about normal teenage things like crushes and video games and having less jabber about how to solve number five for homework. Peters hand is removed from my shoulder quickly though as a soft “uh oh” leaves his lips.
“What?” I frown, looking up at him.
“Hope this isn’t your soulmate because the guy headed in our direction always makes sure to say something stupid.” Ned mumbles under his breath, opening his textbook to a random page and pretending to read it.
A finger pokes my shoulder harshly like a child touching a dog for the first time with their jabby little fingers. Slowly, I turn to be greeted by the worst human in mankind I have met so far. Peach fuzz, polo shirt, cocked up eyebrow and all, I come face to face with Flash Tompson.
“Hey, Y/N.” Flash smirks, his voice sounding as if he had spent weeks on trying to make it sound as suave as possible.
“Go away, Flash.” I grumble, my eyes half lidded hoping to make me look as unamused as possible so he can get the message without me having to pronunciate it.
“How was your birthday?” he asks, obviously ignoring the message, “No big party?”
“I didn’t want a big party.” I bluntly state, shrugging my shoulders, “Don’t like them, I don’t really like people with big egos either.”
“Oh, I hate that.” Flash sits next to me, causing me scoot closer to Peter which lead me to be stuck in between a rival sandwich.
Peter scoffs, nodding his head and placing his hand in between my shoulder blades and resting it there comfortably. Flash frowns at the two of us, but continues the conversation none-the-less.
“What about your tattoo? Does it say,” Flash pauses to clear is throat, “Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”
“Wow Flash,” I fake a gasp, placing a hand on my chest, “I don’t know how to break this to you, but, your not my soulmate and I don’t have blue eyes.”
Peter laughs and Flash squints his eyes, focussing on my own, “Are you sure? Because-“
“Flash,” Peter reaches behind me and sets his hand on Flash’s shoulder, “she has hazel eyes.”
“Leave me alone, Parker.” Flash mutters through gritted teeth, “Well does it say… You know, sweetie, my lips don’t just kiss themselves.”
“Flash stop,” I hold a hand up and shake my head, “you’re getting all of these wrong because I’ve already met my soulmate.”
“What? Who?” Peter and Flash say in unison, a frown set on each one of their features, I peek at Ned who sat across the table from me, trying to cover his grin.
“Yeah,” I nod, looking at Flash, “your dad. I’m so lucky, you know. Mr. Tompson? My soulmate. I’m the luckiest gal alive!”
Flash abruptly stands up and frowns at me, “Not funny, Y/N.”
I watch him storm off, snickering at his reaction, “See you later tonight! Your dad invited me to have dinner!”
Ned, Peter, and I all burst out laughing. We all knew how to push Flash’s buttons, but I was the only one brave enough to push them so often and then have Flash come crawling back. After all, he’s had a crush on me since freshman year, constantly talking to me about stuff I didn’t want to hear and asking me pointless question I didn’t have time to answer. After so long, I just to decided to put up with it and have some fun. I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on yet, we all are.
“Ok, I’ll see you guys later, and maybe see you Saturday at 9:30.” I point to Peter, picking up my books and backpack.
“What? Why?” Peter frowns, a small smile of curiosity finds its way onto his face as I give Ned a quick hug.
Walking over to hug Peter, I grin, “I have a date and let’s hope it goes decently.”
“We shall see.” Peter smiles up at me, his eyes bright and dreamy.
I could’ve swore I could have melted right then and there but, miraculously, I walked steadily over to my bike and pedaled home, only swerving a couple times when my mind drifted off to Peter again.
I didn’t want to show up outside of Peter’s apartment at 9:30, I really didn’t. But, not everything goes my way and I know that, I’ve been told plenty of times from my mother. This had to have been the worst date I have ever been on though, and I knew that before I have to leave so I could get home before curfew, my eye makeup I had worked so hard on to impress my date would be smeared and runny.
Peter opens the door and I immediately pull him into a hug, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist as I pressed my forehead into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around my small frame, his hand rubbing up and down my spine in a way to soothe me.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffle into his t-shirt covered chest, “it was awful.”
“May!” Peter calls, walking us towards his room with me still between his arms, “Y/N and I will be in my room!”
A muffled “Peter Benjamin, I know you’re responsible but you’re also going through hormonal changes so please make good decisions!” responds and I can feel Peter get hotter as I chuckle lightly at May’s choice of words.
We make it to his room and he closes the door behind him before leading us to the bottom bunk of his bed. I kick of my sneakers and drop my purse next to them before laying down on the wrinkled bedsheets. Peter follows, wrapping his arms securely around me again, and pulling me into his chest. With my ear against his chest, I listen to his steady breaths as he inhales and exhales.
“So,” Peter sighs, smoothing our my hair, “wanna tell me what happened?”
“We went to the movies.” I mumble, playing with the fabric on his sleeve.
“Oh, we’re already off to a bad start.” Peter says, I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“And he tried to talk during the movie and, you know me, that’s my biggest pet peeve.”
“Horrible, just awful.” Peter pushes the hair off my shoulder and placed his hand on it, rubbing back and forth with his thumb.
“He doesn’t put butter on his popcorn!” I groan, snuggling closer to him.
“What?!” Peter gasps, craning his neck to look down at me.
I laugh a little, looking up at my best friend with the warm eyes. Nodding I reply, “Yeah! And guess who ends up paying for it?”
“No.” Peter frowns, puckering his lips in disgust.
“Yep,” I roll my eyes, twist the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips, “me. I pay for his popcorn that doesn’t even taste good.”
“Let me know his adress and trust me, I’ll swing down there and web him up.” Peter says casually, eyes widening at the words that just left his lips.
I lift my head up before getting into an upward position, “What?” I chuckle, a confused frown set on my face, “Web him up? Peter what are you-“
“I am Spider-Man.” Peters blurts, his face red with embarrassment.
Now it’s my turn for my eyes to grow wide. I scoot away from him, in total shock. My hand places itself over my tattoo, clutching the material of my shirt. My mouth hangs open and I stay frozen. Was this actually happening?
“Please say something, Y/N.” Peters eyebrows tilt upward, placing his hands on his knees, “Do something, do anything.”
My breaths are uneven and my palms are sweaty. Quickly, I raise from his bed trying to find my balance. He sits on the edge as I wobble on my feet, legs feeling like jelly. His face is full of worry, biting his lip out of nervousness. I fiddle with hem off my shirt before pulling it over my head.
“Y/N! What the fuck?” Peter slaps his hands over his eyes to the block the view of my chest only being covered by my bra.
“Peter!” I laugh, lifting the side of my bra up to expose the ink underneath it, “Peter Parker, open your eyes now!”
I grab the wrist of one of his hands and yank it away from his eyes. Slowly, he opens one, peeking at my body. My finger points at the tattoo. His other hand drops to his lap as his lips part, staring at the ink mesmerized. Lifting his hand, he traces the skin with his cold fingertips.
“Oh my God.” he laughs, a grin forming on his lips that reach forward and press a kiss to the skin saying I am Spider-Man. He stands up and lifts his own shirt, showing me his torso, “You probably don’t remember but, you said this to me a couple days after my 16th.”
I smile, looking at the words across the side of his rib cage. Scoffing, I shake my head and place my fingertips over my smile, “I didn’t actually say that, did I?”
“Yeah, you did. I’m pretty sure you were slap happy.” He smirks, patting the sentence reading What if he had spaghetti noodles instead of hair? He places his hands on my waist and pulls me near, “So, since we’re soulmates, I can do this, right?”
Slowly he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms behind his neck, lifting my foot in the air. Hesitantly, and regretfully so, we pull away and stare at each other in awe.
A smile finds it’s way onto my lips before saying, “So, you’re Spider-Man and my soulmate?”
@parmesanicecream – Does this mean Dino and Ravus banter? Because it does now, in my mind~ C:
Dino: “Man, I
knew you guys went out on your own epic adventures and all, but I didn’t think
they’d be this adventure-y and all.” Noctis: “Well,
yeah. It’s not exactly an easy job going into caves for your gems.” Dino: “And I
appreciate it. But it sure is spooky in here.” Prompto: “Wanna
know what’s really scary here though~?” Dino: “What?” Ravus: “Me if
you do not cease your talking.”
Dino: “So you’re
the famous Ravus, huh? High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret.” Ravus: “Even
heathens like you know of me, it seems.” Dino: “Kinda
hard not to know ya from all the gossip around the cities. Is it true that ya
have as big of a sweet tooth as they say?” Ravus: “It is
all nonsense and lies. Sweets are what result in tooth decay and addiction.” Ignis: “Does
that mean I should stop making cake for you, Ravus?” Ravus: “Do not
even insinuate doing such a thing, Scientia.”
Right in the kisser!” Ravus: “You
will be kissing no one, Ghirazne!”
friend here ain’t really much of a talker, huh?” Gladiolus: “Wouldn’t
call him a friend exactly.” Dino: “So what
is he then?” Ravus: “Annoyed
with by this conversation.”
Dino: “So the
big scoop on ya, Ravus, is that you’re a wanted man in not only Lucis, but in
Niflheim too. Sounds to me like someone’s got some commitment issues.” Ravus: “My
loyalties are to Tenebrae. Lucis and Niflheim has never once done anything for
my people, so why should I for theirs?” Dino: “I mean,
true, true. A guy like you has to be a man of the people after all. Probably
what’ll make ya a great king in the future!” Ravus: “If
only I were worthy enough to obtain such a title…”
these daemons really are thirsty for us! They’re about to catch these hands
though!” Ravus: “Their
reflexes will be faster than your hands. Try using your weapon instead.” Dino: “Wait,
no. I meant…” *sigh*
Dino: “I like
ya, Ravus-” Ravus: “I would
rather you did not.” Noctis: “I’d
rather you didn’t either.”
know, I bet you were a great commander when you were still with the Nifs and
all. Probably had your own army and a fancy officer because you’re smart, and
cool, and-“ Ravus: “Flattery
will not grant you permission to conduct an interview with Lunafreya, so cease
your pestering.” Dino: “Damn…” Prompto: “Well,
it was worth a shot for all of us!” Noctis: “No
Dino: “Hm… I
dunno, what do you think?” Ignis: “I
would say something along the lines of amethysts. Perhaps even some tanzanite for him.” Gladiolus: “More
gem talk or something?” Dino: “Yeah!
Figured since I made some accessories for you all, I’d make something for Rae
over here too. A ring or somethin’.” Ravus: “…Are
you attempting to purpose to me? Without even courting me. How crude.” Dino: “What?
No! Gods, do you take everythin’ this seriously?!” The Chocobros: “Yes.
Yes he does.”
Dino: “Ya know,
you gonna be my hand model or something like I asked ya? Could use a few shots
for my next collection of rings.” Ravus: “If you
wish for me to display myself as your hand model, then you may… How is it that
you say it… ‘Fuhget about it?’” Noctis: “…Ravus,
don’t ever say that again. Ever.”
Can you just imagine if you were a actress and Harry came too see you on set one day x ?? :))
It’s currently almost 5am and idk why I got so carried away with this but I did and it’s basically just… pure filth. I don’t know why or how this turned into smut but it just did and I’m not even sorry.
Your eyes would light up the second they fell upon him as he walked up to you on set, a wide smile on his face.
It was currently lunch break for the entire cast and crew, so you quickly scrambled up from your seat to rush over to Harry, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.
“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled into his neck, your lips placing a soft kiss on the skin there causing him to let out a quiet sigh.
“F'course love, you know I love seeing you work,” and he would pull away from the hug ever-so-slightly just to flash you his famous grin, his hands squeezing your hips lightly.
This was the first time he’d visited you on set, though of course everyone knew who he was, and knew that he was your boyfriend. You two had kept your relationship a secret for about a year, but when Anne’s iCloud was hacked, a ton of pictures of the two of you were released. Neither of you were really upset about people finding out, it was just the way they found out that upset you both. Anne had felt so guilty, no matter how many times Harry and you assured her that it was really okay.
You had just started getting your foot in the door in acting around the time you and Harry started dating, and you wanted to do it on your own. You didn’t want the fact that Harry Styles was your boyfriend to influence your career in any way, and Harry respected that.
Another year had passed, and you had landed a full time gig on a new tv show, and you promised Harry he would be allowed to visit the set, but only after a few months. You wanted to get to know everyone, and establish yourself on set as your own person, not Harry’s girlfriend. So, when you told Harry he could finally stop by this weekend, he jumped at the opportunity.
A few hours had passed and everyone on set was thrilled to finally meet Harry, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much everyone loved him. As always, he was respectful and kind to everyone who approached him, even the extras who would shyly ask for a picture and an autograph, and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him if you tried.
Now the two of you were in your trailer, curled up on the large couch together under a warm blanket. Your body was trapped against the couch by Harry’s, his long legs intertwined with yours as his hand rested on your stomach, having snuck under your shirt long ago as the two of you talked about the day.
“Think Jared has a bit of a crush on ya, love,” he was referring to your main costar, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and swat at his chest lightly.
“Supposed to think that, it’s called acting,” and he would just shake his head, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. He knew you were his, never doubted that for a second, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at how close the two of you had been getting on set. Of course he knew it was acting, but he also hated the idea of another’s mans hands on you in any way.
“Hm, dunno. Think I might need to remind ya who ya belong to kitten,” the second the pet name leaves his lips you can feel your heart racing, your thighs clenching at the images that race through your mind at his words. Soon, your body is being trapped underneath his on the couch and his lips are on yours.
His lips are moving against yours like he hasn’t kissed you in months, his tongue prying against your lips for entrance to battle against your own. Your quick to tug at his shirt, signaling that you want it off, and he pulls away only for a second to remove the shirt and toss it across the trailer before his lips are back on yours. His hands are everywhere; he’s already unhooked your bra, though you’re still wearing your shirt so you’re not quite sure why until his hand slides underneath the now loose bra and he pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling the swollen pebble between them and causing you to let out the first moan of many.
“Who makes ya’ moan like that, hm?” Harry’s voice is rough as he pulls away, his lips trailing along your neck as he tugs your shirt off, taking the bra with it and exposing your breasts to the cold air. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at them; no matter how many times he’s seen them, he can’t get over how fucking perfect they are.
“You do,” you sigh out, your hand reaching up to tug at the short curls on the top of his head as his mouth attaches to your nipple, sucking it in between his lips as he grazes his teeth across it.
Your hips are bucking up into his, trying to create friction between your legs where you want him the most. The attention he’s paying to your nipples currently has your panties soaked already, and you just want him inside of you.
“Want you Harry, please,” you plead, tugging at the roots of his hair with one hand as the other moves down to unbutton his jeans.
He stands up quickly, yanking his pants down with his boxers and groaning the second his hard cock is met with the air, the tip already red and leaking. You let out a whine at the sight of it, and he can’t help but smirk as he crawls back on top of you, his hand coming down to stroke his own length.
“S'this what ya want, love?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock along the wet patch on your panties, and thanking his lucky stars you had decided to throw your pants off the second you had gotten into the trailer, “Wan’ my cock inside of your pretty little cunt?” You’re a whining and withering mess underneath him as he presses the head of himself into your clit, your hands gripping onto his forearms.
“Co.. condom.. do you have a condom,” you breathe out quickly, and your heart drops when you hear him curse and see his eyebrows furrow.
“No, fuck,” he’s pressing into you over your panties, his hips stuttering because fuck the condom at this point, but he knows he’s going to have to stop. You’re quiet for a moment, listening to both of your heavy breathing and you’re absolutely throbbing, and you don’t want to wait.
“Okay,” you breathe out, your eyes meeting his and he looks down at you in confusion, “Don’t need a condom really, do we?” And Harry nearly chokes on his own spit, his hips thrusting against your clit harshly, causing you to moan. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about how you would feel wrapped around him bare, but it was just something you’d never discussed, “You know I’m clean, I know you’re clean. I’ve got an IUD; I can’t get pregnant, and I just really fucking want you,” you’re basically begging at this point, your words coming out quick and Harry almost laughs because you’re trying to convince him to fuck you bare when he needs no convincing at all.
“Fuckin hell, pet,” he groans, closing his eyes tightly before he opens them once again and works to finally remove your bloody panties, and he may have accidentally ripped them in his rush to get the fucking things off but he doesn’t care right now. “You sure?” He’s quiet when he asks, looking down at you as he lines himself up with your entrance because he wants to make sure this is what you want, he doesn’t want you to regret anything.
“Yes, Harry. Please. Just fuck me,” you whimper, and you swear your heart is about to beat right out of your chest as you stare up at the beautiful man on top of you and you can’t believe how lucky you are.
The second he starts pushing into you, you’re both seeing white spots in your eyes. He knew you were tight and warm, but fuck were you always this tight and warm? And you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as he coaxes inside of your walls slowly, his hips stuttering as you clench around him out of reflex and he squeezes your hips in a warning. Soon he’s bottoming out and both of you are whimpering and moaning one another’s names and you feel so good wrapped around him he thinks he might cry. Your begging him to move, but he has to take a moment to collect himself because if he doesn’t he thinks he might explode the second he starts moving. Why the hell hadn’t they tossed the rubbers a long time ago?
Finally, after what feels like hours even though in reality it’s only about a minute, he starts thrusting inside of you. His hands have found a home on your hips and he’s gripping onto them for dear life, a silent string of curse words and groans leaving his rosy lips.
Your arms are wrapped around his back, your nails digging into his tan skin and you can barely breathe. All you can manage to do is move your hips with his and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him into your cunt deeper each time he thrusts inside of you as your head leans back against the couch, your eyes struggling to stay open.
You’re sure you’re being loud, and anyone who walks by your trailer will know 100% what you two are doing, but neither of you care at this moment. He’s fucking you so good and so raw, you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him in-between your legs tomorrow and the thought alone has you clenching around him.
“S'like you were fuckin made f'me,” he breathes into your neck, his thrusts picking up as your nails dig into his back, one of his hands reaching down in-between you and pressing into your clit. He knows he isn’t going to last long this time around, you’re too tight and warm and the feeling is too new, but he wants to make sure you reach your climax.
“Feel so good inside of me, Harry,” you whimper, your eyes finally squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.
He’s keeping a steady rhythm, his cock pounding inside of you as his fingers pinch and knead at your swollen bud and soon enough your toes are curling as your back arches off of the couch. You clench around him and Harry’s cumming inside of you before he can even realize what’s happening, both of you now riding out your orgasms together. You can feel warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and everything mixed together feels like absolute ecstasy, and you’re not even sure if you’re breathing at this point because everything just feels so fucking good.
Soon you two are completely spent, and Harry collapses on top of you, his cock growing soft inside of you as you try to catch your breath.
“M'gonna pull out now, love,” he warns, sitting up slowly before dragging his cock out of your warm cunt. You can feel his release mixed with yours leaking out of you, and Harry’s watching it trickle down your thighs in awe, his fingers moving to collect some of it as he slowly spreads it inside of your walls, and you can’t help but jerk away as he passes over your sensitive clit. He’s smirking now as he looks down at you; you look absolutely fucked out and knowing his cum is now inside of you almost makes him hard again, because you’re completely his.
“Love you,” you whisper sleepily, and Harry leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You two will have to clean up and leave soon, but he isn’t opposed to resting for a few moments.
Hey writers and show runners- maybe lesbian/bi fans and viewers wouldn’t be so “obsessed” or “insane” about f/f ships if hm I dunno, we actually had any god damn representation in television. Wait let me rephrase that, any representation that doesn’t end in getting shot, being stabbed, getting hit by a bus, committing suicide, being cheated on, or ending in some other horrible way you guys make up for “shock value”. Think about that.
A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx
I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!
“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.
“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.
You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.
“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.
“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.
“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.
Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.
You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.
“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.
You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.
“Y/N- HURRY UP!’
“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.
You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.
Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.
You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.
is it really a crackpot thoery considering shiro was the blue lion pilot in the og series?
Well, I mean, the crew has said time and time again that they’re not necessarily sticking with the old series when it comes to writing Legendary Defender, and all the things they’ve changed so far are definitely proof of that, but… it could make sense if Shiro was the Blue Paladin.
Hihi, glow in the dark stars anon here, once again ^^. I've noticed you wanted requests so I'm gonna send you one! How about an MC who is very innocent and sweet but as soon as their older brother comes into town, they become a fowl-mouthed memer and is constantly making jokes, and how would the RFA + V + Saeran react to such events. Sorry if it doesn't make sense;; (by the way how was your day? Oh, and keep up the good work my dude !!) <333
hey stars anon!(that’s your nickname now bc i love ya~) my dude, you are like, my favorite anon?? you come up with great ideas wowie wow!! this is me but with my pals..im an only child;;
my day - well yesterday - was good. busy, but good! i’m finally getting over this weird cold. how was yours? ^^ and thank you, again! (/◔ ◡ ◔)/
mc told him their brother was coming to town all excitedly and that they wanted zen to meet him. he agreed. family is important to him! ..yes im still salty about his family¬_¬
also this is like, the first time he’s gonna meet mc’s family its time to Impress
so they go, and zen really doesn’t know what he’s expecting besides hoping their family likes him
their parents were kind of how he thought - nice and sweet, asking him questions
and then their brother came
“mc!” their brother called. he was answered with a hug from them aw sweet not for long, zenny
“hey you nerd!” mc started, and then it pretty much went from there
zen wasn’t really surprised at all the inside jokes they had, but there was? so many?? he had never seen mc make this many jokes
also did mc just say ‘fuck’? he was pretty sure he never heard them say ‘damn’ and now they upgraded to all this??
oh well, their brother liked him
when they left, he got kind of pouty
“babeeee do you feel uncomfortable around me?” “what do you mean?”
“you don’t curse and joke that much with me, and you can, you know!”
he just wants to have as many inside jokes
they were meeting up with mc’s brother for lunch!
he wasn’t going to be in town long, but mc was still so excited
yoosung thought they looked so cute all excited and now he is too
they got to the restaurant first and waited
mc’s brother found them at the table and shook yoosung’s hand before hugging mc
“well now you have to tell me everything about your boyfriend, my dear sibling. and if i have to send him back to hell.”
*cue a slightly scared yoosung*
“i’ll tell you he’s better than that shithead you dated last year.”
*cue a surprised yoosung now*
who are you and what have you done to my mc?
things continued this way, and they even started laughing at memes together
they made one of their brother’s old girlfriend…ok that one was funny
after lunch, yoosung kind of observes them for a while
they stumble while walking once and mutter, “oh dang-”
mc when your brother accidentally kicked you under the table, you said something much worse
oh well, he’s happy he got to see a new side of mc
their brother dropped by the cafe right after they closed, but of course they let him in
jaehee made him a cup and he said it was the best coffee he’s tasted
“is your tea this hot too?” he asked
she was about to answer seriously, but mc knew better
“it sure as hell is, and i have so many stories to tell you”
jaehee’s like: …how did we get from tea to stories
and then mc starts telling him about all the shit i apparently put the cafe through stories of customers and stuff
it was the same stories mc and her told everyone, but mc added more emphasis and..curse words in this retelling
if jaehee could become her question mark emoji, she would right then
at one point, mc told her to come sit with them
so she did, sitting next to mc
“there’s one last thing I haven’t told you, dear brother.” they say
but before they continue, they kiss jaehee’s cheek. “meet my girlfriend”
on the inside, jaehee was yelling because girlfriend!! but also cause she thought he knew–
their brother paused for a minute before whispering, “et tu, brute?”
and that’s how mc and jaehee found out their brother is also gay wow
he invited their brother to the penthouse
he brought out the fancy wine, elizabeth was on her best behavior, things were good
and mc’s brother was nice and seemed to like him
so all in all, the evening went well
except that jumin spent almost half of the evening being confused
because first off, when did mc get such a foul mouth what the he ck
and second, what is a ‘meme’?
“woah, wait. your boyfriend doesn’t know what a meme is, mc? hm…i dunno if i like him”
“calm your tits, brother. memes aren’t everything.” are u sure, mc?
jumin is lowkey like ‘how can he calm his tits wtf’
anyways, mc’s brother assures that he was kidding and that he actually really likes jumin
who’s the real winner now
when their brother left, mc went back to being the innocent mc he knew
“…my love?” “yes, jumin?” “what just happened?”
he’ll get used to it
707 / luciel / saeyoung
when they told him their brother was in town, he yelled for a little bit
how is this dork gonna impress mc’s family?
decides he needs to clean the bunker
amazingly, he does it without vanderwood’s help a miracle
almost puts on a suit, but mc stops him
when their brother came over, mc’s attitude completely changes
and saeyoung just observes them for a while and realizes what he has to do
it’s literally just channel the 707 attitude. which he is an expert in doing
and now…let the memes begin
oh, mc’s brother likes this guy
it goes better than expected. they’re practically best friends now
the only thing is, saeyoung doesn’t curse that much
so after their brother leaves, he’s like “mc, i didn’t know you had such a potty mouth!”
watch them feign innocence for a bit
it doesn’t work, but everyone’s still happy
v / jihyun
came over to mc’s apartment to find their brother with them
it was a surprise
“oh, nice to meet you!”. they all sit and chat
v could’ve sworn he heard mc threaten their brother not to make any blind jokes
something along the lines of “make one blind joke and so help me, i will fucking murder you”
v feels like he should be scared
there are no blind jokes, but there are a lot of memes
which he also doesn’t understand that well, but he catches on faster than jumin
“mc, I need to teach your boyfriend the art of memes.”
ooh now v is really scared
but it goes better than he expected
his favorite ones are now the bee movie memes and ‘bees?’
he tried it once with the whole rfa around, like jumin asked when the next party date was and he just looked at him and went: “bees?”
mc was so proud. jumin felt betrayed. saeyoung lost his shit.
they got that on video and when they showed their brother: “mc, marry this man right now”
they met at mc’s work
saeran was picking them up and they ran into mc’s brother
“oh! i didn’t know you were back in town!” “yeah. surprise!!”
saeran is like lowkey scared at first
but then the Truth Is Revealed
and now he almost hates himself
why is he always stuck with the memers
even mc got pulled into this, his one saving grace
though he found it kinda hot when they cursed, he just wanted to kiss them
heyy bringing back my saeran is ace headcanon haha no smut for you
anyways, though saeran doesn’t like memes, he understands them and can joke with mc’s brother
mc’s brother likes him
when he leaves, saeran is so glad they’re back to the mc he knows more
except like, hey, maybe curse more
they end up doing so when they figure out they get more kisses that way
Aside from the Bodyguard!AU, the Arranged Marriage!AU is probably the most invested I’ve been in the many AUs I have fun making. :3
So I decided to do a quick sketch of Aira, Twilight’s stepmother in this AU. I’m trying to decide on whether or not she suffered from a long-term Postnatal depression that persisted until the twins are born, but I dunno… Hm. :/
Well in any case, I see her as being pretty but she’s almost always tired-looking, with dark bags under her eyes that she constantly hides underneath copious amounts of fur powders. She has very irregular sleep patterns that can only be alleviated through the use of medication (medicine she feels compelled to hide from her husband) and not much of an appetite, but she forces herself to eat to maintain her health. A lot of the time she forces herself to keep busy through paperwork and entertaining visiting royalty with what remaining energy she has, mostly to keep her mind off of the persistent feeling of being trapped and a sense of guilt, but in result she never had energy or the will to put much effort in taking an active role with her children (which results in more guilt). Ultimately though, this unhealthy coping mechanism might be the source of why she ended up to be a largely absent parent until later.
Eventually though, she will finally get the help she needs, and through that she finally begins to heal and recover.
I dunno, I’ll probably tweak her character some more as I go but what do ya’ll think?? O: