finally finished how do you like it

LOOK I KNOW THIS DOESN`T ACTUALLY WORK BUT I CAN`T BRING MYSELF TO MAKE HARRY A SLYTHERIN. I just cant >:D

But Harry could still potentially hang out in the Slytherin Common room and Draco would just sneer at whoever gives him a stupid comment about it, and eventually people would just get used to it, being like “Hey Potter, how´s it going?” or “Did you already finish your homework for potions? I heard Granger lets you copy hers, can I maybe have a look at it?”and everything would be good. Harry would probably always want to sit in front of the fireplace and Draco, who usually sits in one of the cozy chairs near the windows, finally gives in and starts getting comfy, lounging around on the sofa. IT COULD ALL BE GOOD.

Also massive shoutout to the two lovely beans @carryonsimoncarryon and @baz-n-simon who basically made me ship it (do I ship it? Do I not ship it? I´m still so confused about it)

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Look at that body

IT’S DONE!! IT’S FINALLY DONE!! IT TOOK ME LIKE A WEEK TO FINISH THIS!

This is the oficial Updated guide of Blueprint! I put ALL of his description here for those who want to know him better! And I still haven’t finished it. I still have to add his versions (I’m working on Swap!Blueprint right now ovo)

I also updated his expresions. I wanted to give him more color in his eyesockets so, new pinpricks for him! Now he has more “Ink” in him lfsdkls–

“WHY DOES HE KNOW HOW TO DO SO MANY THINGS? ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE HIM A GARY STU?”

WELL OF COURSE NOT, DUMMY. HE SPEND MOST OF HIS TIME ALONE SO HE DID ANYTHING TO KEEP HIMSELF BUSY AND ALSO BECAUSE OF THE SWAP CREW MADE HIM DO ALMOST EVERYTHING THEY LIKE SINCE HE’S THE ONLY CHILD IN THE GROUP (Before Chara). BESIDES, HE DOES EVERYTHING I DO, EXCEPT PLAYING INSTRUMENTS– And it’s not like he’s the best at making all of those things. The only ones that he does well are writing, playing the ukulele and making puzzles–

I’M SAYING THIS FOR THOSE WHO WOULD WANT TO THROW HATE AT MAH SON (9oAó)9 FIGHT ME!

The FAQ is still under construction. That’s why it looks so simple o;v;o) these are the most asked question I have got until now. I you want to ask me something, don’t be afraid to do it!

MORE PICTURES WILL BE ADDED SOON.


Characters mentioned here:

The swap crew - Undertale comunity

Ink - @comyet

Goth - @nekophy (I made canon their relationship since chu liked it /ovo)/)

Raven - @ask-the-gothfamily 

Shino - @blue-kohina

Shadow - @galaxianlover

Radier and Cassis - Me


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{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

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

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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BTS reaction to you touching them in sleep

BTS reaction - you having a wet dream and touching them in sleep

Namjoon

Namjoon’d think he’s dreaming at first, but after a few moments he’d wake up and find your hand in his boxers. He’d laugh at first, but then wake you up and move your hand.

“Are you serious?”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jin

He’d wake up immediately because your hands are cold. Moving your hand away quickly he’d prepare to yell at you because he had a lot of work to do in the morning. But after seeing that you’re asleep, he’d just laugh and hug you.

“I can’t believe you.”

Originally posted by gotbangboys

Yoongi

Yoongi would let you do it just to see how far you will go. But after getting him hot and bothered, he’d stop you. After making sure you’re not moving anymore, he’d kiss your cheek and go to sleep with a chuckle.

“How do you even do that?”

Originally posted by j2asndh

Hoseok

Feeling something touching him, he’d twitch a bit. Accidently letting out a moan and waking up, he’d see your hand in his boxers. Hoseok would breathe out slowly and remove your hand.

“I love you, but you have to stop.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t even try to stop the moans. He wouldn’t say anything at first, but after seeing that he can’t take it anymore, he’d wake you up and shyly ask you to finish.

“I can’t fall asleep like this.”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

Taehyung

This dork would touch you too, just to tease you. After finally waking you up and giving you time to realize what is happening, he’d move his hand. His laugh would fill the room. He’d kiss your forehead and cover you with the blanket.

“Why am I like this? You started!”

Originally posted by we-have-kookies

Jungkook

He would think he’s dreaming, until he feels warm liquid in his boxers. Opening his eyes immediately, he gulps and looks at you. Taking your hand away from him and cleaning it with a tissue, he’d blush and cover his head with blankets.

“I can’t believe this.”

Originally posted by myjaebutt




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You thought this will be some smutty shit but no sorry heh

Anyway, be4 saying anything in the comments, I know Jungkook is an adult and he isn’t so shy anymore but for me he’ll always be a shy baby. We all know how he gets shy around girl so yeh. Leave a comment with your opinion pls (:

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BTS react to overstimulating their Girlfriend

A/N: Yesss I love reactions like this, and I love overstimulation. Two of my favourite things ;) also overstimulation hurts for some people, but is also very pleasurable for others, so I tried to have both in the mix :)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW          

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Derek x Reader

Requested By @dontyouwishyouhadlove


You smiled at the little gift Derek had sent, it was a picture of the two of you, a few Hale siblings and cousins were squished in as well, you could never remember all their names. It was just like Derek to add to your hoard of photos, in fact you wondered if he sent you the pictures so they’d survive, he was forever bending or accidentally washing photos and bits of paper so it wouldn’t surprise you.

When you pulled up in the drive your front door swung open and your brother launched himself down the porch so he could yank open the door.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Scott sighed and you chuckled as you ruffled his hair.

“You saw me at gradation.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah and then we’ve had to wait for months so you could finish up there and come back home.” You groaned as he yanked you out of the car and into the house.

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Frat Boy Pt. 9

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6,  part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8

IT’S BEEN TOO LONG FRATTY FRIENDS! Literally - Six. Months. Or longer. Here’s the RECAP if you need to catch up on your infuriating frat boy shenanigans in a fun and easy fashion! It’s been a while, and we’re learning about Harry now… be fragile with him. As always, please tell me your thoughts after reading! It takes a moment but when I feel people are involved in this project it motivates me to continue with it. Anyways, I’ve already kept you waiting long enough…Thank you for sticking with us. ENJOY! xx

18 Morning View Drive

Coast Hills, CA

Then, exactly an hour and thirty minutes later:

7 pm.

Those were the only things Harry had texted you. Just the address.

“I don’t even know if I want to go anymore,” you whined, looking at your phone once more before tossing it on the bed. “He clearly hates me and doesn’t want me to go.”

“I thought you told me he said you could though!”

“Only because it sounded like he had to! His sister was practically forcing the words out of him.”

Renny cringed. “Sister…Yeah I’m sorry, I’m still not over it.” You groaned at the reminder and she sighed in response. “Okay listen, just be yourself! Try not to hate him.” You felt your eyebrows rise higher than hairline.

“And this is coming from a girl who loathes him more than her entire being?”

She rolled her eyes. “I just think he’s an entitled asshole, but you clearly don’t otherwise you wouldn’t be going to the dinner. Now, nude pump or suede bootie?” She held up the two shoes she was gracious enough to let you borrow and you bit the inside of your cheek. You did think he was an entitled asshole, but… you were curious. So undeniably curious and how many girls could say they went over to a family dinner at the Styles’ house? Not that that was your primary reason for going but…

“Uh, Y/N?” she prompted.

“Bootie,” you said quickly, snapping yourself out of further self-analysis.  You weren’t sure if you liked the boy, but you were definitely… interested. Renny went to the closet and came back with two dresses.

You shook your head.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re a little…fancy.” You bit your tongue, not allowing ridiculous to form. You shook your head.

“Yeah it’s a family dinner. Jeans will be fine,” you reasoned. You plucked your favorite denim from the drawers and Renny gasped as if you’d smacked her across the face. “And a t-shirt,” you added with a smirk. She gasped louder and clutched her chest.

“No no no no no. No!” She raised her finger to you, stalking to the closet again, the cocktail dresses abandoned to the floor. “If you’re wearing these booties you’re at least wearing a blouse. God, who are you?” She plucked a peachy top and a blazer from the inside of the closet, but you snatched the blazer from her hands and put it back on the hanger, opting for the cream sweater instead.

“I want to be comfortable, not looking like I’m going to a business meeting ya dingas.” She snorted at the term and you pulled her in for a hug, clinging to her for a moment. She always seemed so soft and you weren’t sure if it was the Victoria’s Secret body lotion she used or if she was just blessed with naturally smooth skin.

“Renny?” you mumbled against her chest, arms still securely wrapped around her.

“Yeah?”

Your mind raced with hundreds of questions. What were you doing? Was this absolutely stupid? How do you know if you like someone?

“Your boobs are comfy,” you finally sighed. You knew she couldn’t possibly give you explanations for any single one of those things. She wasn’t exactly a love guru, but she was entirely the best at texting and the art of flirting.

“Thanks. Niall thinks so too.” You squeezed her tighter before it registered what she’d said. “Gross,” you mumbled, letting go with a laugh.  You only let her put the bare minimum makeup on you and she was just finishing up with a coat of mascara when there was a knock on the door. She stopped.

“I thought you said he wasn’t going to pick you up.”

You shook your head. “He isn’t. I’m driving.” Renny paused, listening, as if she’d be able to hear what was going on just beyond the door. The mascara wand was set on the bathroom countertop and she crept to the door. You weren’t under any illusions that he would swing by your place beforehand so you weren’t going to bother wasting precious energy on “what-if”s, though your heart still picked up its pace in expectation. The door creaked open at the last swish of the mascara wand.

“Niall?”

Expectations you didn’t want in the first place fell when you heard her voice raise in pitch. Of course it wasn’t Harry.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Thought I’d stop by.” His satisfaction at having surprising her was evident in his smug tone and you tip-toed out, not having had a proper one-on-one with Niall since the night of the party.

“You alone?” he whispered to her.

You saw Renny shake her head before you took a step out. A bit of guilt hit you thinking about the spontaneous kiss, but it was so long ago. I mean, you were going to Harry’s house tonight and Niall just came for some one-on-one time with Renny. At this point the kiss just seemed…a bit irrelevant. Renny faced you as if to gesture “see! Not alone” and his blue eyes focused on you as if nothing had changed. But then they did.

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” he shrugged and shifted his weight. Renny was oblivious to the awkward shift.

“Um, I live here?” you crossed your arms, brows furrowing a bit.

He thought it over but for a second before he shook his head, lips quirking up in their innocent schoolboyish charm. “Right. Must be tired or somethin’.”

“Or somethin’” Renny teased. Niall poked her sides and she twisted out of reach, only leaning back again to smack him playfully across the chest.

“Alright love birds, I’m headed out. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye then,” Niall said, arm already sneaking around Renny’s waist. She mouthed an “OMG” to you at his display of affection while you tried not to vom. But when the door closed shut you couldn’t help but think about how natural it seemed for his arm to wrap around her waist.

—–

“OH GEE, THANKS for putting on your BLINKER - not. ASSHOLE!” you shouted, almost wishing your window was down and that the pompous senior citizen wearing ray bans at night could hear you. Since you were a decent and intelligent human being you put on your blinker and switched lanes, trying to follow Siri. Grandpa was driving a Porsche and he cut you off only to go 5 miles per hour. Your 1990 Chevy Cavaleir was driving faster than that and he thinks he can cut you off just because he has a better- you exhaled hard through your nostrils.  No. He wasn’t worth it.  You’d left in plenty of time, 30 minutes early actually, even though it’d only take about 20 to get there.

The only problem was your phone was verifiably ancient and your navigation was the slowest thing known to man. Once you’d gotten off the freeway, you’d made three wrong turns because your navigation was being ditzy and not telling you how close 600 feet was. And now the entitled drivers of Coast Hills decided you’d be okay with them cutting! you! off! Your hands squeezed the steering wheel a little too tight.

The ocean hugged your side on the highway for another five minutes, but each glimpse you tried to steal to it was futile. It was dark, an expansive pitch-black body stretching as far as your eyes- well, couldn’t see. It left you with a chilling feeling as you turned up the winding hills to the mansions waiting at the top. They were nestled all along the drive up, though hidden by hedges and various gates, and at the very tops all you could see were their lights already glistening, making the hills twinkle with light. Perhaps tonight they could see the water better from their perch above, but a part of you doubted it. No matter which way you tried to look at it, darkness somehow refused to be penetrated.

But you bet it looked gorgeous when the sun came up.

In 200 feet, make a right on Coast Hills Drive.

“Shit,” you cursed, quickly getting in the right lane and ignoring the honk of a horn. You didn’t have time to put on your blinker and as soon as you slammed on the accelerator to turn, you were slamming on the brakes. The iron gates were intimidatingly high and the guard that hopped out of his security room didn’t look amused. A mounted sign read “Coast Homes” behind a trickling waterfall that fell against a stone wall and massive palm trees stood beside it. And then there was you.

A knock on your window practically had you jumping out of your skin.

“Are you lost?” the guard asked. It looked as if his mouth was already open to give you directions, hands raising to point you someplace else, but you shook your head.

“No, not lost.” And his mouth closed at your words, hands quickly dropping to his sides and confirming your suspicions.

“Are you here to see someone then?” he prompted.

“Harry. Uh, Harry Styles.” A slight buzz ran through you saying those words. You were here to see him. You were actually invited to the Harry’s house. Oh god, what if you saw his bedroom?

His eyes narrowed a bit at the name.

“I mean, I’m here to see his family?” you suddenly clarified. As if it were necessary. As if he wouldn’t believe that you were here to see him alone. It didn’t make it much more believable though.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

He looked to the back of your car to check the license plate and you felt a twinge of annoyance. “Pull up then.” He used two fingers to beckon you forward before quickly jogging to the security room. You stopped closer to the gate and he scrolled through the computer with a furrowed brow, clucking when he found your name. “You’re here.” But it sounded like “wish you weren’t.” The heavy mechanics of the printer and a dull screech sounded as something printed, and he plucked a sheet of paper from the machine, holding it out to you.

“This is your pass. It’ll last until tomorrow in case you spend the night so don’t worry about tickets or anything like that as long as this is properly displayed on your dash.” He tapped your windshield as if you weren’t aware where your dash was located and you smiled.

“Thank you, it’ll only be for a few hours- tops.”

He nodded and then, as if you were old friends and he was admitting you into a secret club of his, said quietly, “Their visitors don’t usually last too long.” He straightened up instantly, his moment of gossiping weakness vanished with his once-again professional posture. He gave you a nod. “Have a good night!” The gate opened and you called out a quick thank you before entering the most brilliant display of wealth you’d ever seen.

Lawns were perfectly manicured as you passed, some opting for Mediterranean fashions and others expansive Spanish villas with imported tropical plants. Most cars you assumed were inside of the mansions in their garages, but the ones that weren’t inside weren’t any less impressive. “Ferrari, Porsche, oh! Tesla,” you muttered. It was like all the fancy cars you’d ever seen in passing on the highway had the same destination. Here. You stopped counting how many you saw on your hand when you got to 14. And the houses… they were the largest you’d ever seen. They were more like hotels than mere houses.

You’d seen glimpses from below, and recalled the many times you’d stare up at them dreamily on late night cruises to get back home from work, the lights beautifully transforming the hilltops and making you feel like it was an early Christmas. From below you seemed to forget how massive they would be in person.  How they hinted at lives being lived just out of reach. Staring at them up close now, you somehow felt they were even more so.

Make a right on Morning View Drive, then, in 500 feet, your destination is on your right.

You swallowed hard despite yourself as you turned right, suddenly thinking that Renny’s idea of a dress wasn’t that ridiculous of an outfit. But it was too late now, especially when you drove down a street just as manicured as the rest, but somehow seemed wider. The streets alone…They were about twice- no, three times the size of your own in width. And the houses were separated far from each other, far enough that one property easily took up the space of four large houses. You tried to zero in on the numbers along the houses – only to realize they were hidden. By gates. More gates? What were they hiding in there, the Crown jewels?

Your destination is on your right.

Your body jolted forward as your twitchy legs hit the brakes too hard and your car started drifting forward again as your foot relaxed.

Another jolt to stop before you ran into the mailbox.

You couldn’t see a number, but you didn’t think you had too. Forget the other houses - this was the largest home you’d ever seen, fitting for how well known the Styles family was. It was a Spanish Mediterranean style mansion with golden lanterns adorning windows and balconies…and this was just what you could see from what was rising above the iron gate surrounding the property. It sat prominently in the middle of the street, both intimidating and more striking than any of its neighbors, and the largest too – your gaze ran all the way down the gate; it took up the rest of the street until the end of the hill where it’d drop off into a deep valley and eventually run straight into the ocean. You’d seen that view from the highway a thousand times, but it was different to be on the other side of it now. You knew the Styles were rich, but you didn’t think they owned an entire coastal hilltop.  

You awkwardly repositioned the car and drove up to the callbox, but paused, looking to your purse hesitantly. Should you just call Harry on his cell? You rolled your eyes and leant out to press the little call button and the buzz that instantly droned in the air made your hand recoil in a snap and left your mouth suddenly very dry. This was real. This was happening.

Awesome.

You swallowed hard, trying to convince yourself you shouldn’t peel out of his driveway and drive straight back home to Renny and your ducky pajama shorts.

The droning stopped, and a long high-pitched beeeeeep sounded, which triggered the gates. There was muffling on the other end of the line as the iron gates started peeling back, and you could’ve sworn you heard a voice say, “Is that her?” Your hands were mildly shaking as they reached to put the car back in drive, from fear? Excitement? Admittedly, a bit of both.

You drove up the cobblestone drive through a yard lush with tropical plants that had to have been imported, but your gaze was quickly stolen by the resort-like property you’d be entering at any moment. Columns stood tall and the encased chandelier emitted a warm glow where the intricate glass doorway stood. The click of your booties walking along the cobblestone seemed loud as you walked to the front and tentatively raised a hand to the door. You knocked softly for fear the intricate glass would break, though it did seem expensive and thick enough…

You looked back to the only car in the driveway – yours. Their cars were probably hidden and well-kept from the elements in one of the three garages you’d parked in front of. The dent you’d received from last year’s fender-bender was still obvious even in this dim lighting. The crickets seemed peaceful tonight.

“Welcome!”

You turned sharply at the high-pitched voice to see Gemma. She held a full champagne flute in her hand, and leant a bit on the dark wood rim of the door, looking every bit as beautiful as you’d remembered – more so, now that you saw the cocktail dress she was wearing.

“Hi!” you mirrored her enthusiasm.  She ushered you in, not noticing it was a mere mask for how totally unprepared you felt. “Was I, uh, was this like a formal occasion?” you whispered, eyes darting down the long hall. The blank stare she gave you made your anxiety about being the most awkward human bean rise to new levels.

“What, formal?” Gemma looked baffled for a moment. “Oh! No, not at all. All my other clothes are dirty and I’ve been refusing for Sven or Eli to do them.” She took in your lost eyes. “The house maids- or, housemen? Not sure which,” she clarified. Her eyes quickly darted over your cardigan and jeans. “You look wonderful by the way. Dinner’s only just begun, I promise.” You smiled warmly at her, suddenly becoming aware of the chatter and silverware scraping the plates. A grand piano sat in the entrance, and there was a surprising amount of marble for the Spanish exterior of the house. Chandeliers lined the tall ceilings all the way down and some orchestra music you weren’t sophisticated enough to name filled the air.

She started walking down the hall, and you trailed behind her, your heart rate accelerating from the anticipation of seeing Harry in his home. It sounds weird, but you’d never been able to picture him at a proper house, with a family, with a childhood really… just the fraternity.

“Y/N is here!” She called out just as she turned the corner. Seven pairs of eyes locked on you and you instantly tugged on your sleeves. Especially when you only recognized two. Harry sat beside the head of the table, his eyes locked on the plate of food, and a surprise. Sorority Viv was beside him. You wanted to scowl, but you tugged the sleeves of your sweater down instead.

“Hi,” you put up a hand and braced a smile.

“Well we didn’t think you were coming,” a woman said. Her blonde bob looked strangely familiar and Harry’s eyes snapped to her when she spoke. Even from here you saw them harden.

“Oh..uh,” you looked down at your watch. 6:55. “I’m sorry, I thought dinner started at 7.”

“You’re fine dear,” the man at the head of the table assured. Mr. Styles you assumed. He had kind features and softened wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled like now. He was like a George Clooney and, even though he had gray hair, he was tan and somehow it was fashionable. But something was off.

“It was meant to be 6,” she noted, and her pearl necklace jostled as she leant over and placed her empty glass of champagne on the table and beckoned you to the seat in front of Harry. “Well come in! Please,” her voice sounded sincere but the thin smile radiated about as much warmth as a frozen potato. Gemma squeezed your shoulder as she passed and sat at the next empty one a few chairs down. You pulled yours out next to a fair-skinned boy with light dull brown hair and he offered his hand. It was like porcelain, so it was a little unnerving when you grasped it and found he was actually warm.   

“Charlie,” he said, and you realized he was the boy you saw kissing Gemma.

“Y/N,” you smiled. You looked across to Viv and did the same, and she returned it, if a little unwilling. She looked to Harry again, who’d busied himself more with food.

“Hey,” you said, but it was into the void, his eyes elsewhere probably looking at the thousand dollars worth of décor – your embarrassment was swallowing you up until Viv nudged him. He looked up, eyes distant, and they locked on your own for only a second.

“Hi.”

It was mortifying.

“So-” Charlie cleared his throat- “You guys are mates then I reckon?”

“We’re not sure what they are,” Gemma piped in.

“What do you mean?” Viv asked, looking to Harry.

“Yes, what do you mean?” Mrs. Styles suddenly halted the conversation at the other head of the table with the couple beside her. Harry’s face morphed into a scowl.                               

“Gemma,” he warned.

“Mary, please,” Mr. Styles sighed.

“Harry,” Gemma and Mary spoke at the same time.

“So!” Charlie let out a nervous laugh. “The chicken’s really good isn’t it?” He forked another bite into his mouth and you were envious you couldn’t do the same. Just like that, a gloved hand reached down and gingerly set down a china plate with the juiciest piece of chicken and capers you think you’d ever get the privilege of eating.

“Thank you,” you looked back to the kitchen help before he could disappear, black and white uniform and all. “You have a lovely home Mr. Styles. And Mrs. Styles.”

“Oh honey my mother-in-law is Mrs. Styles. I’m Mary, and he is Lionel.” Her voice was bubbly like the champagne she twirled around, but so was her friendly tone – full of air.

“Oh, okay.” You busied yourself with picking up the silverware before stealing a glance to Harry. His demeanor was different than usual, eyes glued to his food, cheek sucked in as he lightly gnawed on it. He was still, but .. sad? No.

…despondent?

“Did practice tire you out?”

His eyelashes fluttered at the sound of your voice and he looked up, lips pursing just the slightest. It was a miracle he hadn’t ignored you.

“No…”- a brief lift of his shoulders, a shake of the head, then- “No,” he repeated, forking a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“Yeah, you have been awfully quiet-OW,” Charlie began coughing and Gemma threw him a glare.

“Harry’s never quiet.”

“And how would you know that?” Harry suddenly snapped to life and the room dropped by ten degrees. She raised the napkin neatly to her mouth before slowly tucking it below her.

She took a deep composed breath.

“Oh please Harry,” her oddly placed laugh made you tug your sweater tighter to your body. “I’ve lived with you long enough don’t you think?”

“Long enough? Yeah I completely agree.” A sarcastic half grin spread across his face and something tugged within you that made you want to kiss it away. You heard yourself thinking and it made you sick. Kiss? KISS??!

You stuffed another bite in your mouth.

“So Y/N what’s the story here?”

You look up, cheeks full. Mr. Styles – Lionel, laughed a bit at the sight and his laugh didn’t make you want to cringe into your sweater like his wife’s. “Sorry darling, I’ll let you finish.”

You swallowed a little too fast.

“What are you studying here? How do you know Harry?”

“I’m majoring in Biology, but we’re in English class together.”

“Biology! I’ll drink to that,” Lionel lit up and raised his flute.

“Lionel’s the best doctor in Southern California.” Mary crossed her heart, and Lionel shook his head lightly.

“She exaggerates.” Her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment, but he continued, “If you ever need an internship or if you want to come visit one day…feel free.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out an extremely thick, extremely white business card as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “So… just class?” He gestured between you and Harry once more.

“Well, he’s also quite a good soccer player so I’m pretty sure the whole school knows him.”

“I wouldn’t say the whole school,” Harry started, but his eyes were fixed on Lionel and the way he broke into an easy smile.

“So we’ve heard. We’ve seen him play once or twice, haven’t we?” He looked to Mary who nodded. She soundlessly raised the napkin to her mouth again but she didn’t speak. “Yeah, he’s quite good.”

“Really good,” Viv crooned.

“Could you pass the water please?” Gemma asked.

“What?” Mary arched a thin brow.

“The water,” Gemma repeated.

“Water,” Lioinel mimicked the accent and broke into a smile. “You can’t ever leave Gemma, it’s decided. I’d miss your voice too much.”

Something snapped in you. He lifted the heavy vase of water effortlessly and passed it on to her, oblivious of the gears turning in your head. The accent.

Mr. Styles didn’t have one.

And neither did Mary?

“You don’t have accents?” It was out before you could stop it and the table fell silent. It was one of those awful moments when everyone’s brows were squished and slow side glances were given. And a nauseating feeling spread through you when you realized you might have said a very wrong thing. Viv nervously looked to Harry.

“What do you mean?” Mary asked.

Harry cleared his throat. “I mean, technically we all have accents.”

“He’s right,” Gemma said, pointing her fork.

“But you’re…are you British?”

“I am!” Charlie said.

“Yes you idiot,” Gemma nudged him, and Lionel laughed a bit before shaking his head.

“No darling, we’re from here. Born and bred beach bums.” He threw up the shaka sign in true dad-fashion but Mary tipped her champagne flute back.

Harry snorted.

“Never say that again.”

“Why am I embarrassing you?”

Harry didn’t bat an eye.

“Oh come on…Charlie smiled.” Lionel innocently looked over for support, but Charlie’s gaze was locked deep on his chicken by then.  

“You’re lying,” Harry shrugged. “You never go to the beach. Can’t be a host that lies to its guest can we?” Harry turned to you and you froze. “You don’t like liars do you? Cause I don’t.”

“What has gotten into you?” Lionel’s voice was breathless, incredulous.

The table fell silent and the two looked at each other from opposite ends of the table. Lionel set his glass down and a tint of disbelief reflected in his eyes.

“I’ve never seen you there it’s just funny to hear you say it,” Harry continued calmly.

“What’re you talking about I took you sailing all the time.”

“I’ve seen pictures!” Viv said, “Oh you were so cute in your little outfits, don’t you remember?” But her voice sounded overenthusiastic, keen to change the subject.

“Sure and how old was I again Vivvy?”

His retort was instant, the question harmless enough, but it was the way he said it that made Viv’s face instantly fall. For a moment, you even felt bad for her she seemed so genuinely hurt. Mary rubbed her mouth with the napkin so hard you weren’t sure if the red on her lips was blood or makeup. Do you speak? Make a mad dash for the door? Sorry, I didn’t sign up to be on an episode of the Housewives - gotta blast! Then you could throw the thumbs up sign to Harry on your way.

No. You couldn’t. You didn’t even dare to breathe right now.

Gemma watched wordlessly, just as much at a loss as you. More so, it seemed, for her mouth open and closed multiple times, but each time it was a hopeless attempt. Lionel rose his brows, took a deep breath, and leaned back. He looked tired.

Harry’s eyes had barely flitted over to yours before retreating again and in that brief moment you looked at him, it’s as if he realized what he’d said. His cheeks flushed, but his jaw was locked.

Okayy, someone woke up on the wrong side of his small fraternity bed this morning. But you’re welcome to come back and live with us. Have your nice king sized bed again…” It sounded like a nice offer but if you listened hard enough you could’ve sworn you detected something sharp.

“Oh funny joke Lionel,” Mary laughed humorlessly, slowly turning to you. “Harry’s always been independent.”

I wanted Gemma to reach out, to whisper a concerned Harry as a warning, because right now his eyes were dark, brewing a storm of blood rain from invisible scars he’d cut open himself. How deep did they run?

“Yes, funny, funny, that’s what we are,” Lionel said, but there was no smile on his face, he was rubbing the corners of his mouth with the napkin and setting it down on his clean plate. “Sorry about this.”

As if Harry wasn’t in the room. As if you didn’t feel as though you were in the most awkward position you could’ve been placed in, plopped in the middle of a tug of war you didn’t really remember signing up for. Were you supposed to be on a side?  

“Dinners aren’t usually like this, I don’t know why he’s-”

“I don’t know why we’re having this dinner. Are you done?” Harry asked Viv. Her plate was still full of vegetables and at least half the chicken.

“Actually-”

“Great! Are you done?” He turned to you in all his over-animation, and in his dark green eyes you felt a sudden sympathy. It wasn’t right what he was doing, but he could only be acting out for a reason. Or multiple.

Or perhaps he was a just a selfish petulant boy.

Whatever the reason there was a wild plead in his gaze and you didn’t want to disappoint.

But you were also very much aware of Lionel waiting for your answer.

“If everyone’s done, then I’m done too.” And in fact, your appetite had disappeared.

Gemma seemed close to tears, but she blinked them away and tossed her napkin. “Yes, I’m actually quite tired.”

Charlie halted his fork mid bite and with one look from Gemma he reluctantly put it down.

“Stuffed full actually,” he mumbled.

“Great, well, I’ll grab dessert.”

Mary rose with her napkin but the scrape of Harry’s chair against the wood floors made her do a sharp turn.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t answer as he headed to the marble staircase, footsteps loud as he jogged up them.

“Let him go,” Lionel sighed, and with it, he shrunk smaller in his chair.

“Harry!” she screeched. But he didn’t answer and with a turn at the top of the stairwell he was gone.

Everyone dispersed after that. Lionel received a conveniently-timed phone call to which he had to dismiss himself into one of the many rooms. Mary headed immediately into the kitchen but she never came back -

And then there were four.

“I’m-” Gemma bit her cheek, folded her hands. “Nevermind.”

“I think I should get back.”

Gemma looked at you understandingly, a sad sort of reluctant smile gracing her face. “Perhaps that’d be best. It was really nice meeting you though, and as much as Harry doesn’t seem to get on with loads of people, he mentioned you multiple times. I thought-” Her eyes got misty again and they glazed over the multiple paintings hanging over the dining table. “Nevermind what I thought,” she looked down to her feet but for a moment before that, her warm eyes had smiled at yours. You didn’t know her, not at all, yet somehow you could tell the warmth behind them was genuine. And you liked her instantly.

“Alright, I’ll just – I’ll head out then. Thank you so much for the dinner, it really was delicious.”

“Thanks for coming,” Charlie offered, swinging his arm around Gemma.

“Guess I’ll see you at school.” Viv appeared beside them and the unexpected head of jealousy showed its face again. Well, not its whole face. Just the tip of its nose as it peered behind the pillars of your heart, because would you really want to spend more time in there?

You were shocked when that tiny part of you said yes.

You were only halfway to your car when you heard Viv shout out.

“Wait!” You obeyed, feet halting as her fast jogging in heels made record time. She let out a breath. “Back there, what you said about the accents, it’s not like it’s a big secret, but um.” Her eyebrows slightly knitted together. “I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, I guess just so you don’t make it a big deal.”

“Yeah. Wait- why, did I make it a big deal? I really didn’t mean to.”

She shook her head, then stopped. Her head leaned slightly to the side and her eyes pinched as she pondered your questioned. “Maybe a little.”

She put her arm around you and steered you to your car.

“Harry’s adopted, it’s not bad that I’m telling you this because they don’t try and keep it hidden or anything it’s just – they don’t advertise it. And most people don’t ask. They just assume long-term boarding school or something. They don’t look into it.”

“Oh. Right.”

Adopted. Of freaking course.

“It was when he was young, seven or something. Uh-” She stopped, perhaps she’d said a bit too much. “But anyway it’s not that big of a deal.” But it sounded like she was trying to convince herself. She looked to you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Totally fine. I mean I’m sure his other friends know anyways.”

She smiled then, and stuck you at arms length. “See you later.”

After revving the engine, and drawing up to the gate, you sat there for what must have been a solid twenty seconds, throwing the engine in reverse and then approaching it again. It didn’t move. Shouldn’t this thing be automatic from the inside? You threw it in park and trudged to the front door again, but no one was moving inside the house. You tried knocking. Everyone was gone. Fantastic.

A miracle, one of the garage doors started to open and you walked closer.

“Oh good, I was about to be stuck!” you called out as the doors clicked back, expecting Gemma to return your smile from the other side. But it was dark and no one was there. You did see the shadow of three other cars though. Three very nice racecar material cars.

“Hello?” You called out. You swallowed harshly when you saw two brown booties.

“What’s going on?”

You felt like you should be the one asking him that, but you just shrugged your shoulders. “The gate won’t open.”

Harry stood expressionless before retreating to the back of the garage.

“Wait- where are you-”

The sound of the gate opening shut you up. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled. You didn’t really know what else to say, and Harry wasn’t exactly making conversation, so you were silent as the clank of your door closed you in again. Back to reality. This night had been a disaster.

The spluttering of your engine lasted longer than usual and you stilled.

Come on grandpa!!!!

You twisted the key again but it was refusing to give you the satisfying thrum when it finally gave. You were so close!! It couldn’t give out now!!!! It could literally break down, say, in a total hypothetical situation that did NOT happen, when I’m trying to avoid human contact after being pantsed in front of hottie toddie physics professor but it CAN’T give out now.

You tried again but it failed.

And you tried again.

And again.

And again.

Harry’s figure approached the car window with a beer in hand and he took a deep swig of it before knocking on the window. You barely heard it above the spluttering but you gave grandpa a moment of silence.

You rested your head on the steering wheel before bouncing up again and rolling down the window.

“What Harry,” you sighed.  

“She’s dead.”

“I know.”

You got out and waited, crossing your arms while Harry ran into the garage to check if he had any jumper cables or whatever else he’d need to fix this. At least it wasn’t smoking.

“We don’t have any.” He sauntered over, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the car. “Can stay here if you want.”

“I can call an Uber.” You hit your phone’s lock switch but it was a black screen. DAMN you Renny for hogging the charger before you’d left. DAMN YOU. “Can’t. Can’t call an Uber. Could you call one for me?”

“Are you trying to use me for my money?”

“I- no.” Your mouth parted but it closed again. Was he for real? Was he….kidding? “I can pay you back you know.”

“Lionel won’t hear of it. He doesn’t trust Uber.”

“Doesn’t trust Uber. What is he? A binge-watcher of late night crime shows?”

“No.” An almost smile shone through and you crossed your arms.

“Well I can’t just block the gate.”

“No one’s going anywhere for tonight.” He headed for the garage again. “Come on,” he called back.

“Renny will be worried about me!”

“You can call from our landline.”

People still had those?

“Sh they can hear you these walls aren’t 12 inches thick!!” you whisper-yelled into the receiver. You gave Harry an awkward smile and twirled the cord around the vintage phone. “Mary picked it up at a Parisian market or something. It’s mainly for decoration but they got it hooked up just in case,” he’d said, only walking to the end of the hall to give you some “privacy.”

It was literally from the 1920s. You felt like a vaudevillian actress about to break into song about how she wants to live a normal life but mommy and daddy keep her locked in a tower.

“I DON’T CARE IF THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD HEARS ME YOU ARE BETRAYING YOURSELF IF YOU SPEND THE NIGHT THERE.”

“Renny- ! Oh my- ! Could you just- could you just LISTEN?”

“Let me call you an Uber.”

“Lionel already knows and they’re-” you looked over at Harry who seemed to be distracted by a painting he’s probably seen a thousand times before and you lowered your voice- “Apparently one of the maids is already making my bed.”

“ARE YOU ROYALTY NOW?! Are they going to give you complimentary chocolates in the morning?! Are you going to be giving him complimentary HEAD-?!!!”

“RENNY!”

Harry’s head whipped towards yours, but his lips were still set in his pout. You grimaced, putting your back to him and facing the end of the hallway.

“Now you have me thinking about the wizard’s wand. I literally hate you,” you grumbled.

“You know I’m joking. Well, half-joking. You can stay there if you want it’s just-” she sighed- “What is this, are you guys like dating now? Because the last I heard you were literally running away from him and wanting to punch his face in.”

“He does give off that effect. And no! We’re not-” your voice lowered more- “We’re not dating. My car’s just broken down.

“You keep lying to yourself.”

“I’m not lying to anybody.”

“Keep telling yourself that kid. Because the last time I was with you was when you were literally RUNNING away from him. But you’re going to spend the night at his house. Voluntarily. I mean geeze you’re giving the poor guy a headache you can at least suck his dick.”

She’d hung up before the words even processed.

—-

“This is the living wing, I dunno why they call it that it just makes it sounds depressing.”

“What do they mean by living?” you asked. Each word sounded heavy on your tongue, each sentence carefully constructed. It was weird to be talking with him when he clearly wasn’t in the best frame of mind. When you didn’t know if he’d snap and turn sour all of a sudden.

Though you didn’t think that’d happen. He seemed more sullen to you now more than anything, apologetic maybe, if a word like that could describe him. Think: a toddler after being scolded for something he’s done wrong. Eh? That image seemed to work.

“It’s where my dad keeps his…creatures. Birds, fish, I don’t know I never fucking go in. It’s also where their bedrooms are.” He poked his head around the hallway before muttering, “I guess.”  

“Oh okay.”

Your feet stopped following him when you met a tall window. Their backyard was….spectacular. It was dark and the twinkle lights only exposed so much, but there was a very nice long pool, tile patio with sunbathing chairs, and more green beyond it. The all black on the horizon you assumed to be the ocean.

You didn’t realize Harry was behind you until he muttered, “What’re you thinking about?”

“You know I could ask you the same question. Like at least half the time I’m around you.”

His brows squeezed together a bit but a bit of a smirk was starting to form. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Oh you do. You definitely do,” you started to laugh and back into the window to scrutinize him from afar. Because right now he had a very odd look in his eye. “You’re quiet most of the time,” you said softer. After dinner, you weren’t quite sure what was going on in Harry’s family life. But the longer the adopted word kept being tossed around in your brain and analyzed every which way, you wondered how many different dynamics existed that added or subtracted to their relationship. Take Gemma. How did she fit in? She had the accent too.

So, if you could make him smile by backing up and eyeing him like he was some sort of specimen than so be it. As much as you would’ve killed to see him unhappy a couple days ago, you’d realized you’d been a bit rash to run into conclusions. And yes, you had managed to make yourself look like an utter mentally unstable ass and a half. So you could cut him some slack. The night hadn’t been a nightmare for just one of you.

“Stop it,” he warned. But you started to circle him and you squinted one eye, putting two hands up to frame Harry’s face and the window with the warmly-lit grounds like a director choosing the shot. “Okay seriously. Stop.”

“Nope,” you popped the p, “It’s funny. I couldn’t picture you in a place like this before, but now I can.” You slowly put your hands down and you thought you heard him mumble weird.

“Oi. Did you just call me weird?” your mouth opened in playful surprise. His nose scrunched up at your over exaggerations. He was confused, you could tell. And he was probably being just as cautious as you were, you realized. You didn’t blame him. But he was so close to smiling. Soooo clooosseee-

“S’just weird,” he settled with. And his would-be smile dropped. A little bit of guilt struck you.

“What is?” you began slowly.

“It’s weird that you’re here.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Ouch.

“Why?”  

“Because I can’t picture you here.”

His voice seemed shy. He nodded towards the other end of the hall. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.” And he didn’t give you much time to catch up, nor time to feel offended, as his long legs were once again a disadvantage to you.

You weren’t sure how many bedrooms you’d been passing, and to be completely honest, Harry’s explanations of what each room was went a bit beyond you.

“Theatre’s to your right, sun room’s to the left. That’s the library over in there, elevator’s around the bend. Annnnd… here it is.”

He forgot to mention the multiple living rooms you’d been passing which had killer ocean views, or the full-on mini bars. Yes. Bars. As in numerous. You didn’t see much alcohol in them though and you wondered if it had anything to do with Harry.

“I’ll be at the other end then.”

“Of the house?”

“The hall, just there.” He pointed, and looked back at you with a funny look about him. “No sneaking into my bedroom.”

You coughed. “I’m sorry, was that a joke? A poor one but…Are you making jokes now?”

His smile faltered, but it was finally there. No matter how small or pained it looked. His eyes looked to his boots for a second before settling on your elbow, then your shoulder. Then your chin. Or was it-

“Right. Well. I’ll give you something to wear, just- stay there. Or don’t. I don’t care.” Harry turned quickly and disappeared into the last room at the hall. Your eyes grazed the hallway walls. He may not look necessarily enthused that you were there, but in this whole situation you’d felt like an outsider. And you suspected that was exactly what he needed.

Not that you held any pretenses to know what that confusing boy needed.

Not at all.

Or rather, none at all.

None were there to gather dust, to give you a glimpse into what he looked like as a toddler through to the awkward teen years. No family portraits hung. Each wall’s empty space was filled with a landscape painting of the sea, or the cliffs facing the water. Except for the power portrait of the Styles in the center of the home that looked out over their grounds - it was stark of any traces of family existence. The messy bits anyway. And instantly you compared it to your old stained carpets and walls with so many nails in it if you removed all the pictures and unscrewed the nails, you’d be left with hardly a house at all. This felt like someone had come in, staged it for a potential buyer, and that was it. Like if you opened the dresser’s drawer you wouldn’t find anything in it except for another nail or the assembly instruction manual.

You hummed to yourself, peering into your bedroom. A nice queen-sized bed and bamboo flooring. White canopy drapes covering what you assumed to be a window.  The only thing that seemed off was the ceiling. It had stars painted on it. You walked to the center of the room and looked up- there was a name there, inscribed in the center of the biggest star. You sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling your thumbs before wandering over to the ensuite bathroom. It was no less impressive.

A big part of you was wishing to be with Renny right now. Gosh you would’ve paid anything to see her face if she could only see the outside of this house. You never fared well when there was quiet, a lot of it anyway. And in a house this big, it was quiet. A little too quiet. And cold. Was the AC set to 50 or something?

Warm water ran down your face and you briskly turned the faucet off. At least Renny would be able to say “I told you so” tomorrow. Well, not about the blowjob thing. You opened the medicine cabinet to find some toothpaste, or face soap. The last thing you needed was another zit to pop through.

But there wasn’t anything of the sort. No no no.

Pills filled the cabinets. Some with labels, some without. You closed the cabinet. Definitely not toothpaste. Definitely not your business. But who were they-

“Oh my gosh!” your heart flew to your chest.

Mary was sitting on the edge of your bed, silent, hands folded in her lap. Had she seen you? The sudden adrenaline found an escape in an awkward laugh. “You scared me.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to do that.” She tucked a strand behind her ear and it wasn’t until your hip hit the door frame on the way out of the bathroom that you realized she hadn’t been looking at you this entire time. She would’ve judged you for that blunder. No, her eyes were fixed on the walls, then the ceiling.

Did she need help with something? Were you in the wrong room?

“Is this my room?”

“It’s my youngest’s room.” She looked up again, and her left hand seemed to be a little shaky as she soothed already straight hair behind her ear. You watched her closer and saw her body sway a bit to steady herself when her head lowered. You instinctually looked to the door, to an exit. Harry should be down there. Nerves suddenly held your body like they always do in a situation that’s unfamiliar, in the face of unpredictability.

“She liked astronomy!” She said suddenly, as if she’d just had an epiphany. She walked over to the canopy drapes and peered between them, revealing a balcony as she looked out. “I thought she’d like it. She likes the stars.”

“I bet they’re, uh-” your eyes shot out again- “Beautiful from here.”

She was quiet and she slowly turned to you, pointing to the ceiling. “There. Did you- didyouseeit? There.” She stumbled closer, still in heels, and you crossed your arms tightly, nodding even though you had no idea. You followed her hand briefly. It was the scribble on the wall.

“I picked it,” she said, finger sliding to fall at her heart. “I picked it.”  

“Jesus! Mary.” Harry stormed in, a horrified look on his face as he clutched clothes in his hands. They fell to the floor.

“And Joseph,” you muttered.

Harry’s eyes held no humor in them in the brief moment he glanced to you. It was hardly enough time to properly glare. But glare he did. And there was enough fiery gusto in them to realize that now was not the time.

“Jane,” she corrected. “Jane.”

Harry was struck still, and you watched as his eyes frantically observed. But when she was about to sit down again he spoke,

“What’re you doing in here? Y/N is going to try and sleep.”

Mary looked at him, her drunken emotional journey to the past turning sour. Her lips pressed in a hard line and she stood up, swaying a bit when she did so, but the level of composure she emanated was impressive.  She went over to him, passing you silently, and for an irrational second you thought she was going to jump you. Instead, she grabbed Harry’s arm when she was almost out the door. “There were two rooms Harry.” She tried to whisper it, but the alcohol had warped her perception and you heard everything.

She let her hand fall and Harry’s fist clenched as it did.

You were struck dumb, again. This wasn’t your domain, you weren’t close enough to comfort him if that was what he needed and you weren’t brave enough to interject if he needed a good slap in the face. You barely knew him. And the realization of that sunk deeper than you’d ever realized. You can get frustrated because of him, infuriated at him even, but you couldn’t be one to judge. Not when he seemed more miserable here than anywhere else.

“Stay here,” he finally said. And then he was gone, leaving you with a pile of clothes that couldn’t explain the half of it.

You stripped quietly once the door was closed, pulling the oversized plaid button up down that fell to completely cover your hands. It still left you cold, barely covering your bum, but your heart warmed a little at how he didn’t just give you a black t-shirt. You almost stepped over the sweatpants that were there before greedily snatching them up with a smile In your fanciful mind you imagined he knew you’d be cold in here.

Harry never came back. You couldn’t text Renny, or anyone, and you couldn’t be bothered with figuring out how to turn on the tv or to find a channel. So you lay there, looking at the ceiling. You didn’t belong in this room. Mary, even if she hadn’t necessarily said get out, still verifiably creeped you out enough so that you didn’t want to be in this room. You never knew Harry had another sibling. Not that you’d even known about Gemma until yesterday. How many other people knew him, truly? Why were you here now? What would you do if you opened your eyes and Mary was just sitting at the end of your bed again - watching you sleep?  It made your head dizzy and you closed your eyes. If she was there at least you wouldn’t be able to see her. But the scribble in the sky was still burned in your mind’s eye and it had your imagination roaring. You rolled over on your side, pulling up the thin sheet to cover your ear. The wind smacked a palm tree leaf against the balcony window and you jolted in place. You felt haunted, and it wasn’t like the sheet would protect you from anything except for soothing the little toddler in you who still believed that good always won, evil always lost.

This was an expensive home.

With probably more security than the local bank.

You were safe.

But you didn’t feel secure.

Your anxious thoughts continued like pins pricking your stomach until fatigue made it stop. You didn’t know the time when you fell asleep.

And you didn’t know the time when you awoke. The smacking of the palm trees was as bad as ever , and your nightmare had been worse tonight. The same sick one. A house in the countryside, peeling wallpaper that threatened to wrap itself over your hands if you leant against it a little too long, trapping you there when you needed to run from faceless creatures.

You were being watched.

You jolted-to in a cold sweat.

Was it 2 am? 3? You hoped it was closer to 6, to the sunrise. These days you cherished the times when you’d wake up at 4. You tried closing your eyes again, but the sweat soon chilled you enough to where the sheet wasn’t enough. You silently stood, walking over to the cabinets on the far side of the wall. The painted shutter doors squeaked when you opened them. It must’ve not been opened for a while because the paint caused the two doors to stick together and it only gave on the third tug.

What you saw stilled your heart. Because you didn’t find linens or a big fluffy blanket, and if you’d discovered this just a few hours later in the morning you’d probably glance right over it, perhaps it would’ve sparked a moment of confusion maybe. But now, in a big strange house in the middle of the night you surely felt a chill. And then you were booking it out to the hall.

His door was there. Just like any other door. But you paced around it a few times. He was probably sleeping. Should you just go to the downstairs? Just…I don’t know… grab a glass of water? Try putting on the tv? Like a normal person would? You raised your hand, but it fell just as fast. Gosh who were you?!

You couldn’t yell at Harry for being bipolar when you were basically the perfect spokesmodel. You knew why you were standing outside his door. You knew who’d make you feel secure. This was embarrassing.

But the door opened before you had to knock.

“You can come in,” he murmured.

“Oh,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Oh you don’t have to-”

But when he opened the door wider you didn’t waste a second in entering.  

part 10

Beast (Pt.1/3)

Request:  Hey love! Can I get a Derek Hale smut where the reader and him are married and they have like kitchen smut which leads to table smut and bed smut and shower smut? THANKS

Character: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Very smutty, Language, and SMUT!!!!


“How are you and Derek doing (Y/n)?” Cora asked, her voice muffling through the phone. I bit my lip and smiled while stirring the pasta sauce, a few scenarios popping into my head.

“Well you know, same old Derek.” I laughed cutting off the stove and moving to the fridge, her own laugh resonating through the Bluetooth speakers.

“No silly, I mean how is he like you know in bed?” I almost choked on air as she went silent her breathing the only sound i could hear.

“Cora, are you seriously asking that about your brother..?!” I yelled, while grabbing plates and silverware.

She paused, the line going quiet again as i waited for her answer. “No (Y/n) i meant it like, is he rough or gentle? His past girlfriends always talked to me about it and it kinda just stuck to me for asking his next one. Plus it’s a good bonus to tease him about it. “She casually talked, her tone sounding devious.

My cheeks burned at the mention of anyone else sleeping with him but it simmered after I heard her cough telling me to hurry up and spit it out. “I mean Cora he is a complete beast, like always pressing and pressing until I can no longer go anymore. And holy shit the things he does to me when he takes control is nothing I have ever felt before, he just makes it so easy to fall in love, every-time he whispers in my ear or every-time he leaves bruises from the night before. Now those are the best part.” I rambled my head racking all those steamy nights and all that glorious fucking.

“Whoa, (Y/n) a little too much in don’t you think?” She whistled, making me sputter with laughter as i set up the table, my mind still replaying all of our moments.

“I mean you did ask Cora.” Said another voice. I swiftly turned seeing Derek in the doorway his wolf blue eyes staring into mine, a smirk playing around on his lips. The room went dead as we had a staring contest.

“Um hey Der.” She stammered, not really sure of what to say. He didn’t waver as his eyes gripped onto mine, making me uneasy as i moved around the table finding something to fiddle with. Why was i feeling so weird? We were married for crying out loud! I shouldn’t feel so queasy, but somehow i do.

“Hello my dear sister. Would you mind leaving me and (Y/n) alone for a little while? How about just calling again tomorrow.” He voiced his body moving over towards the phone, eyes still watching me like a hawk. I gulped my chest tightening as anticipation washed over me.

“Yeah sure b-.” She didn’t get to finish because Derek hit the ‘End call’ button. He then leaned against the counter arms crossing while still studying my eyes. I cleared my throat finally breaking eye contact as I grabbed the pasta, plating the food. I could feel my body melting as he still stared, my nerves coming loose. Finally having enough of his torture I looked back at him, his body still rigid.

“Okay Derek give it up, how much trouble am I in?” I huffed my arms now crossing my chest mimicking my childish husband. He smiled his white teeth making my knees wobble. He finally walked over to me placing both hands on the table, trapping me. His eye color never changed as he opened his lips to speak.

“Is it true what you told Cora?” He muttered amused as his eyes glowed brighter. I sighed, my body slacking as the stress of worrying left my shoulders. Looking up at him I smiled, my mood already changing.

“What parts exactly?” I teased, my hands coming up his chest slowly.

He glanced down watching my hands, the air he took in coming out short. Dragging his eyes up to mine again he let a cool smile dance its way onto his face, lips jutting out like he was going to kiss me.

“The parts about me being a beast and how you love the bruises i leave you with.” He whispered head leaning in so he could kiss my ear. I closed my eyes the feeling of him replacing all rational thoughts with non-rational thoughts. He chuckled knowing that his presence does something to me. It always has.

“Yes Der fuck. Yes they’re all true. Even the part where I want you to take me now.” I moaned, gripping onto the back of his neck and smashing my lips with his. He growled his hands moving from the table to my body, his right holding my back and his left squeezing my hip. We moved together my body inching more onto the table, Derek leaning up just to knock everything off. He then seductively crawled up to me, his tongue licking my lips before he entered my mouth again.

By that time my tank was ripped off and my sweats along with it, Derek not holding back on me like he did all the times before. I felt my legs shake as he glided his hands down my thighs, his teeth biting into my nipple. My body was heated as he massaged my clit, his tongue dancing  around each breast, while my whimpers held in the air. It was a magical thing really that he could make me unravel with just the simplest of touches.

“Oh baby where do you want me now?” He groaned his eyes shut while his lips kissed my stomach. His left hand working on my clit while his right held my thigh open. Shit, where did i want him? I gripped onto his hair, tugging his face upwards as i motioned for his lips to meet mine. He obliged, my overly-hot skin meshing with his clothes creating a very nice friction.

He leaned up slowly, his kisses dragging along my abdomen and lower as he fully sat up taking off his too-tight shirt off.  I watched in awe as he climbed off the table, yanking off his jeans and boxers, staring a hole straight through me. I decided to be bold and trail my hand down to my heat, my fingers instantly rubbing the bundle sending me into a frenzy. Derek’s eyes were hooded as he grabbed his dick, pumping it while watching me work myself. “Fuck (Y/n).” He groaned his hand moving faster as I stuck in two fingers. This was the hottest thing we have ever done. I felt like i was on cloud nine as I spread myself further and dug in a little deeper.

I saw it on Derek’s face that he was close, so i egged him on hoping to spark something. “Cmon baby cum for me. Make it shoot all over me please, shit i need this Der cmon.” I pleaded my own orgasm reaching through me. He belted out my name as he climaxed, his liquids indeed spilling onto me. I came as well, my fingers squishing as i milked myself. Derek pulled my hand away and brought it to his mouth, popping in my fingers and sucking like no-other. It almost made me cum again.

“God-damn i love you.” He spoke, grabbing my hair and yanking it down, his teeth biting into my neck. I let out a mewl as i wrapped my legs around him, his dick hard again. I gripped onto it whist he was occupied and started to rub the tip. He jerked up his body trying to come closer as he gripped my throat, his eyes cast down into mine. “Let’s take this upstairs shall we?” He rasped his hands going under my thighs.

Music and You // Shawn Mendes

Request: fluff shawn? can you do an imagine of just you and shawn lying on bed resting talking about life maybe kids just how young you are but how in love you are 

Authors note: So I currently have 13 requests in my inbox and even though it may not seem like a lot- it takes me a while to write so hence, it takes me a while to write them up. Please don’t think I won’t do it! It’s just going to take some time to get through them all :)


“I can’t wait until I finish University and I can finally start my new life. Working. Being with you.” I trail off, my head resting on Shawn’s chest as we layed on the couch snuggled up under a blanket.

“Yeah..” his voice is scratchy from not speaking. Shawn had spent the last 5 minutes listening to me talk about my finals in University. “It will go so fast. Soon you’ll be out there working.” He strokes a piece of hair off my face and behind my ear.

“Mmhm.” I shut my eyes. It would be so easy to fall asleep cuddled up next to Shawn yet, I didn’t want to stop talking to him. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” His voice is laced with humor. “You’re pretty hot too.”

I gasp, sitting up. “Are you, the Shawn Mendes, calling me hot?” I ask, faking a shocked response that Shawn sees right through.

“Is the sky blue?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, rolling on top of him. I  cross my arms and place them them on Shawn’s chest, my chin resting on top of my arms. 

“I believe so.” I smirk and Shawn rolls his eyes. 

“Then you must be hot.” 

“The temperature is getting high in here.” I tilt my head, watching as Shawn’s eyes crinkle in a laugh, the sound echoing around our small lounge room. Before I can think about what I’m about to do, my mouth is open and the words are flowing out.

“I want kids. Maybe two or three, even four. I need you to know that.” His smile fades, a serious look covering his face. “Before we move our relationship further, I mean we have been dating for what? Almost two years? For me that’s pretty serious.”

“Yeah, for me too.” Shawn adds and I pause, nodding.

“I want you to know that I want children and I want a family and I want to get married.” I can see he’s thinking. I know that I need to give him time to process what I just said but once again my mouth just keeps moving.

“I want a wedding. I want to go shopping for the perfect white dress that as soon as I try it on I know that its the one I want to walk down the isle in.” I smile, picturing the exact event. 

“I want to be able to stand in front of my soon to be husband and I want to say vows that I 100% mean and that he’ll 100% mean. I want to be happy. I want to be so happy with that person that I can see my self having a family with them. To have children and have family vacations. To watch them grow up and go to school and find themselves and what passions they have. I want that. I want it all.” I hold his gaze, his eyes never wavering.

“I can see it with you. I can see myself having that life with you Shawn. I need to know, if you don’t see yourself having that life with me, tell me.” I hold my breath, finally shutting up. His mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“When I first saw you.” he begins, his hand reaching up to rub circles on my back. “Three years ago in that bar, I knew then that what you described- that life, I certainly could have it with you.” I let out the breath I was holding, a smile covering my face.

“I want to propose to you in an over the top way and watch as you walk towards me in a church in that beautiful white dress you love with your family and mine there to see us get married. I want to recite vows that I 100% mean.” We chuckle, Shawn leaning forward slightly to kiss my nose.

“I want to be able to fly you to places you’ve never been so you can experience different cultures and see the world. I want to be able to come home and know you’ll be there waiting for me. To start a family with you. Buy our first house together and watch our family grow as we have those four children you want. Even if I’m still touring or if I do something else I want to come home to you and our kids and just be so happy that I found someone like you to experience life with.”

“Shawn.” I say softly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pushing the curls off his forehead. 

“I want to grow old with you and when we finally reach 80 years old to look back on our life and still be able to say I’m glad I had you to spend my life with.” He’s smiling at me and I feel like my heart may burst.

“I know we’re still young, but I’ve only ever been so sure of two things in my life.”

“Yeah?” I ask, kissing his knuckles softly as he entwines his hand with mine.

“Music,” he kisses me, his lips tasting of the coffee he had been drinking. He pulls back to utter the last two words. “And you,”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Cabin//pt.3

(I’ve spent more time looking for a picture/gif for this than actually writing this. My fingers got a goddamn workout from scrolling for the past couple hours and I swear I’ve seen every BBH pic on the internet now. Just think about that chair as the dining room table chair, and he’s got the smirk I guess so… here)

genre: smut, fluff, friend!au,

warning: Eating out, graphic smut, A (kind of) HELLA TWIST, Baekhyun still being a goddamn tease like always.

length: I guess It’s a pretty good length

Authors note: SO THE SMUT BEGINS. A lot of you requested that the smut begins in this chapter, but a lot of you also requested that it didn’t so I thought I would meet you guys half way and give you something a little spicy to hold you off till the next chapter. Please don’t be afraid to leave recommendations or requests for what you want to see in later chapters in my ask box along with other smuts, fluffs, reactions, etc. Enjoy!

pt: 1 // 2 // 3

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“You know you sleep talk.”

Oh no, oh no. You’ve been sleep talking since you were about ten years old, and everything that ever comes out is either gibberish, or your actual thoughts, especially when asked questions.

You laugh, although it comes off shakier than you would have liked. “Oh yeah, I once had a twenty minute conversation with my mom about why fidget spinners caused the cold war.” You walk towards the dining room table, trying to put on the best poker face you can manage, “wh-what did I say?” Good job y/n, now he knows you’re nervous.

He gives a little chuckle then slowly glides towards you, sitting in the seat just opposite. “We’ll…” he looks to the ceiling as if he’s trying to remember. “At first you were randomly talking about ‘the large cheeto man with a comb over’ and I assumed that you meant Donald Trump, so I asked you if you were talking about Donald Trump you said, 'Ah yes, he is a very large cheeto indeed.’” He takes a sip of his soda, “And when you answered my first question, I thought I might as well ask you some other questions.” Your eyes are wide and fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of the wooden chair. He see’s your panicked expression and gives you a sweet smile, continuing. “So I asked you, 'What’s your favorite thing about Baekhyun?’” Oh my god, OH MY GOD. “And you immediately said 'his smile’ and I thought that was really adorable, but then you sleepishly decided to continue,” You grip your chair harder, knuckles turning white. “'His smile, and oh god his hands? have you seen his hands? They’re sculpted by God himself, just like the rest of his body. But that smile, that smile is the best goddamn thing on this Earth. Oh and his singing voice. I can listen to him sing to me for the rest of my life.’” You slouch down in your chair, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact from the everlasting embarrassment that is now engorging you. “And when you’re finally finished about going on and on about my smile and how you can look at it all day and night, I asked, 'So what do you think about Baekhyun as a person?’ and you hesitated for a second so I thought you were awake,” he laughs “but then you rambled about how I was an ass for like 5 years to you and then you said,” You hear him take a sip, this time his voice turns a little more serious as he continues. You can practically feel his eyes burning through you even with yours being closed. “'Baekhyun is easy to fall in love with, especially when he’s your neighbor.’” Your eyes shoot open and meet with his immediately, “'The Baekhyun you fall in love with isn’t the Baekhyun that is an asshole to you everyday, but the Baekhyun you see behind his window. The Baekhyun that you see smiling and singing and being himself from a distance.’” You’re in shock, you didn’t even know you could comprehend sentences while you’re sleep talking, let alone confess this hardcore to Baekhyun. “It gave me quite a shock I do have to admit,” he gives you a nervous laugh.

You squeeze your eyes shut again in pure  embarrassment, “Baekhyun you weren’t supposed to hear any of that I’m sorry.” Your words come out fast and high pitched.

“It’s okay, really. I just thought it was funny?” He gives you a little shrug before you stand, heading towards the fridge for some orange juice, your throat is extremely dry.

Baekhyun trails behind you so he can sit at the kitchen island, “Is my smile really that great?” You hear him say playfully behind you.

“Yah! Baek shut up!” You say turning around to give him a dirty look, though it comes off more innocent than anything, you look more like a pissed off 7 year old.

“Baek? I like that.” He smiles widely, obviously trying to smile as much as he can now.

You roll your eyes at him and pour yourself a glass of orange juice drinking it slowly so you can coat your dry throat.

“So you actually wanted to die when I walked out of the bathroom in only a towel?”

You choke on your orange juice.

“Wh-what?”

“You said that you wanted to die when I came out of the bathroom because 'his body is so heavenly I had to run to the room just to get some air.’” He says in a mock voice, “OH! And I knew that you were staring at me while I slept the other night! You admitted it!”

You didn’t even know what to do. Do you run? Or laugh along? No, instead your body decides to do the most extra thing it can think of by squatting down behind the counter so he couldn’t see you.

“Ah it’s okay y/n, I know my lips are plump and exquisite under the moonlight.”

“Oh my god.” Was all you could whisper to yourself.

When you stood up from your awkward counter squat, your face was as red as a tomato.

“I didn’t think you found me so hot y/n.” He winks at you, taking another long sip from his soda.

You took a long sigh and looked skyward. Why the hell is this happening to you? This could have happened any other time, but no, it had to happen when you’re stuck in a cabin with Baekhyun for another 4 days.

“I’m gonna um… take a nap.” You say, pointing in the direction of the room before dragging your body down the hallway.

Just as you entered and started to close it, Baekhyun squeezed through and pushed you up against the door with one hand, the other settling right next to your head, trapping you.

“I wasn’t finished.” His voice came out deeper than usual.

He pushed towards you, lips almost touching as he whispered, “Did you like watching me get off to you?” You gasp and quickly look down at the floor.

He moves his head to the right, attaching his loft lips to your neck.

Your body is completely still, unable to move even if you wanted to.

He continues, “You kept going on about how nice my 'long thick cock looked in my hand as I was pulling it at the thought of you.’” The hand that was placed next to your head starts brushing your hair out of the way so he could lick up the shell of your ear, stopping to slowly suck on your lobe, “You were touching yourself on the other side of the door while you watched me cum at the thought of you?"Your thighs clench hard under the sound of his voice in your ear.

"Well?” He leaves an open mouth kiss on the spot under your ear, “Is it true?”
Not know what else to say, you nod your head and whisper a slow, “yes.”

His lips are on yours. His kiss is soft yet dominating as he licks your lower lip asking for entrance. Your tongues start battling for dominance, eventually submitting to him.

You thread your hands through his brown locks as he pulls your waist against him, clashing your bodies together. You submit completely into his touch, growing impatient as the feeling of his member becomes more and more prominent on your thigh.

Lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He turns around and starts to walk towards the bed laying you down, resting in between your open legs as you continue your rough make out.

Both hands start to travel up your shirt, slowly lifting it to see how you would react, “can I?” He breaths, breaking away from your lips for only a second. As soon as you nod the cloth is discarded from your body and thrown somewhere in the room in one swift movement.

He starts kissing down your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, sucking lightly in places and swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin.

“Baekhyun.” You whimpered impatiently.

He gave your collarbones on last kiss before moving down to your bra. His right hand dug underneath you and unclasped it, removing it as swiftly as your shirt.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He says lightly before taking your right nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your mouth, arching against him as he uses his hand to need the other. He took your nipple in between his teeth, biting down only slightly so you would get a mixture of both pleasure and sweet pain, earning him a loud moan from you before doing the same to the other.

He starts to move downwards, placing open mouth kisses on your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

He looks up at you for approval, his fingers rubbing up and down your sides, similarly to how he was doing in the lake earlier this morning.

You nod rapidly “Yes, Baek please.”

His long fingers hook in the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, keeping eye contact with you. His hands caress your thighs, opening them so now his face was only inches away from your core.

He smirks up at you, seeing just how badly you want him by the pool of wetness showing through your panties. You squirm at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your clit.

“So wet. Is this all for me?” He smirks while pulling your panties down your legs.You whimper an almost silent yes, anticipating his next move.
He kisses your inner thighs, giving them small bites occasionally, marking you. He licks your outer lips up and down, never coming in contact with where you need him most.

“Baekhyun,” you pant “stop teasing, please.” lifting your hips in the slightest.

His deep laugh radiates through you “so needy.”

You sit up on your elbows, eyes fluttering shut when he finally gives your nub a small kiss, licking a stripe from your slit up, sweeping his tongue side to side as he reaches your clit.

You moan, hips bucking up to meet his face. He smirks up at you before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pin you down. You fall back against the pillow as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.

Moans and Baekhyun’s name tumble out of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut feeling only the pleasure his mouth is bringing you while grabbing a fist full of his hair, earning you a deep groan from him.

He adds a finger, entering it half way before pulling it out again. You whine, looking down at him, eyes pleading for him to stop teasing. He complies by entering his long finger, curling it immediately to hit your spot.
You gasp at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he adds a second digit. His fingers work fast, going in and out at a speed that matches with his tongue movements on your clit. Your moans become louder and louder, sweat and euphoria coat your body, feeling a heat begin to rise in your stomach.

“B-Baekhyun I-I-I’m gonna…” you can barely get the words out.
He takes his other hand and spreads your lips wider so your clit is isolated before sucking hard and bringing his tongue down in circles, giving you that last push to cum. Screaming his name, your orgasm rips through you, your body feeling only pure ecstasy. His lips and fingers continue, riding out your orgasm before driving you over the edge.

“Too-too much.” You whimper out, grabbing his hand.

He stops his movements, moving up your body to catch your lips. He sucks and bites down on your lower lip, pulling away slightly. He grabs your leg, wrapping it around his waist so he could press his clothed member against you. You moan into his mouth, feeling how hard he is.

In a sudden moment you hear the familiar click of the front door being unlocked and pushed open.

You both look at each other with panic.

With energy it seems like you harnessed from the sun, you roll off the bed and put on your clothes in light speed.

You turn to Baekhyun while hopping into your shorts “Stay here and pretend like you’re taking a nap.” You whisper.

He gives you a wink and a thumbs up before climbing into bed, turning away from the door.

You walk down the hallway into the living room to see your mom looking down at the mess you and Baekhyun had forgotten to clean last night sitting on the coffee table.

She looks up at you. “Hi sweetheart.” moving towards you to embrace you in a hug.

“Hi mom." You say while trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice as you hug her back, "I thought you guys were gonna stay for the retreat?” You give her the most innocent look you can possibly make.

She smiles, “Yeah, we still are. I just wanted to come and check up on you guys, make sure you’re okay. And I forgot my phone charger here and have been having to use your fathers, so I might as well come get that too.”

“Yeah were doing fine.” Steady your breath y/n. “Baekhyun’s asleep.” You say, giving a fake eye roll.

“Has he lightened up? You know, since we left?” The concern in her protruding through her smile, “I’m sorry, I know you two really don’t get along.”

"Yeah yeah don’t worry Mom, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”

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Authors note: AH THANK YOU FOR READING! Don’t forget to leave requests, comments, your critique, etc., in my ask box/submission box ❤❤❤.

Stay tuned for part 4, It might get a little spicier ;)

BTS Reaction: You get hit in front of them

A/N: This was requested a while back and finally finished it. I feel like it gets progressively worse as you go down, this isn’t my best writing, please excuse any mistakes. Our BTS requests are closed, but our Monsta X requests are still open! Thank you and enjoy! ~Emily

Masterlist Request

Can you please do a bts reaction about how they would react to you getting physically attacked either by a fan or someone? Love your blog btw!!


Jin:

Jin was not there when it happened. You had been running errands when you felt a tug at your arm. You turned around to find a teenage girl standing scanning your entire body. She began to say how big of a fan she was of BTS. You thought she was a sweet girl, up until she began to insult you and told you never get near Jin ever again. You got home to a missed call from Jin. You decided to message him, but he had already beat you to it. You don’t know how he found it what had happened, but he did. He was upset he couldn’t be there to help you and protect you.


Yoongi:

You had been out with Yoongi and Jungkook shopping. They walked into a store, but you decided to stay behind and rest for a while. You had been sitting when you began to hear camera clicks all around you. You turned your head to find a group of paparazzi taking pictures, you smiled and got up from your seat to find the boys. The moment they came out of the store the paparazzi ran. You had been a couple feet away from Yoongi when you felt a hand on you chest pushing you back and making you land on the cement. Yoongi was infuriated, his first instinct was to attack, but Jungkook held him back reminding him he was out in public, and eventually calmed himself down and checked on you.


Namjoon:

You had been out with Namjoon on a date. You had left the restaurant to get some fresh air, while Namjoon went to the bathroom. You were standing against the wall scrolling through your phone when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You noticed he was significantly younger than you. He began to ask you to leave with him to have “a good time” and eventually began pulling at you. Namjoon came out and eventually teaches you and the boy. “I’d love to hear the reason as to why a small boy is harassing my girlfriend.” said Namjoon as he got closer to the boy.


Hoseok:

You and the boys had gone out clubbing that night. The night was going on without a hitch. As the night went on you noticed one guy moving along the crowd to any girl at his reach. At one pint you had become his victim. He approached you, the scent of the alcohol he had been drinking was oozing off of him. He began to try and touch you. Every time you rejected him he got angrier, he’d had enough and yanked you towards him. Hoseok ran to you and pushed him off of you. The guy began trying to hit Hoseok, but he continued to dodge his attempts. The guy had aimed his swing to far and ended hitting you. You ended up on the floor cupping your cheek. Hoseok moved his eyes from you to the guy. “If you think I’m going to let you get way with punching my girlfriend, guess again.”


Jimin:

You had been on a midnight drugstore run with Jimin, buying basic necessities. You had been walking down the cereal aisle with him when you heard someone whisper Jimin’s name behind you. The both of you turned around to find a mid size girl with wide eyes. Jimin greeted her and you waited a couple feet back, scanning the the varieties cereal in front of you. It had been a couple minutes since Jimin had been talking to the fan so you decided to move to the next aisle, as you turned around you felt yourself collide into another body. “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” You looked up to find a man towering over you with a red face. “How about you watch where you’re going.” You turned your head to see Jimin behind you. You could tell he was holding himself back from lunging towards the man.


Taehyung:

It was not on purpose. You had been messing around with the boys. They had wanted to arm wrestle you. The results were as expected when it came to arm wrestling Namjoon, you won. The boys had gone crazy at your win that one of their hands made contact with your nose, making it bleed. Tae immediately jumped out his seat to help you up. “Tae, I swear it was an accident.” said Hoseok as he watched Tae’s face.


Jungkook:

You had been out and about during the day, looking for needed materials for your new apartment. You were walking looking through store windows when a fan came up to you. She politely asked you for a photo. You took the picture and she left. A couple minutes later you heard various whispers behind you, you turned around and saw about 40 girls with their phones out taking pictures of you. You waved and continued walking, you had thought the girls would leave, but they didn’t. They continued to follow you. You somehow ended up surrounded by all the girls. They began shoving their phones towards you trying to take pictures. The pushing became so harsh that somebody’s hand and phone made contact with your face. The girls continued pushing until they heard Jungkook’s voice in the distance. “I know you guys love her, but please be careful next time.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any prompts for a hero trying to run from an antagonist?

1) “I can do this all night,” the antagonist said. 
The hero hurtled in the other direction, lungs burning and limbs trembling with exertion. 
The antagonist appeared in their path again, watching them with some amusement. “What do you reckon would be more funny - running you into a dead end like a rat in a maze and watching you panic, letting you keep going until you literally can’t move another step, or just finishing it now and showing you how useless this all is?”
The hero snarled at them, too breathless for words. They kept running. 
“Excellent point,” the antagonist called after them. And at each turn they appeared again, sometimes just when the hero had finally convinced themselves of having got away.


2) They thought they’d got away. They’d been so careful, traveled so far, left everything behind and it had been so long that they’d started to believe…
The antagonist sprawled lazily on their bed, watching them, as they stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around them.
“I wouldn’t try and run again,” the antagonist said. They looked the protagonist up and down, raising a brow. “I imagine it will only get awkward for you. I got bored waiting so I picked out some clothes for you - change so we can go. Unless you’d like to go like that?”  


 3) “Tell you what,” the antagonist said. “I’m going to unlock this cell - and give you a chance to run. Every check point you manage to hit, I’ll let one of your friends go. How does that sound?”
“Like there’s a catch.”
The antagonist laughed. “No catch. Just good security. I’ve been meaning to test it out so I may as well let you debug the kinks for me. Maybe once you’re done we can have a proper chat, hm?”

4

Ahhhh, guys, I’m super excited right now! I finally bought myself a graphic tablet! That was my dream for about 3 years now, so you can guess how happy I am^^
And, for my very first “art” done with this thing I choose to do this game card thing-y. @therealjacksepticeye is a huge inspiration for me and I’m in love with Antisepticeye character, so the choice was really easy.
I spend on this fanart nearly 18 hours, and I’ve been drawing for 12 hours without rest (but with food breaks) today, and… I just finished it. But despite this facts it was SUPER FUN!
Hope you like it:)

lemonsourwolf  asked:

so about that kitten stuck in our garage rooftop... we ended up dismanteling the damn roof, cause i couldn't bear the crying. then we discovered the lil fella had fallen down the rain water downpipe and got stuck underground in the wastepipe, so we dug a 2 metre deep hole in our garden, called the firemen who put an endoscope camera 10metres into the pipeline & were finally able to rescue the kitten. it's a tricolor baby girl named "lucky". we're bottle feeding since mama cat didn't come back.

You are a saint, this was an amazing story from start to finish. I hope you’ll keep me updated on how Lucky is doing! Maybe some pics of this grand rescue? It sounds like a very big effort for a very tiny creature! (But totally worth it)

drarry + amortentia

Harry had just taken his seat next to Ron when Professor Snape swept through the door, his billowing black cloak bringing with it a cold wind that crept throughout the classroom. A shudder ran across the students, diminishing as it reached the Slytherins, who had grown adjusted to the piercing rush of the frigid air. Without a word, the greasy professor conjured a softly bubbling cauldron onto the surface of his desk.

“Today’s task,” he began in a slow drawl, “is to successfully brew the potion shown before you. I will not provide you with its name just yet, only the ingredients and instructions necessary to brew it.”

Just as those words left his mouth, pieces of parchment appeared in front of each student. Harry was a bit startled, as he had already begun to doze due to the sluggish pace of Snape’s speech. He adjusted his glasses and gave his hair a ruffle, leaning in to examine the page before him. After a bit of studying, he determined that it was a recipe of sorts, which was to be expected in a potions classroom. With a small sigh, he leaned back a bit on his stool and directed his attention back to the looming man before him.

“At the end of class, I will review your potions and reveal the name of the potion that you will have attempted to brew.” Harry let out another sigh at the professor’s emphasis on the word, “attempted,” which gave the impression that Snape didn’t really expect any properly brewed potions.

“Are there any questions?” the tall man finished. Immediately, Hermione, seated next to Pavarti, raised her hand, waving it about a bit in the air. Snape gave her a disdainful glance, and then proceeded to say, “Good. Now, begin brewing your potions.”

Hermione’s forehead wrinkled a bit in frustration, but she quickly shook it off, beginning to look over the parchment set before her. Just as the classroom began to spring back to life, Snape’s voice interrupted the commotion.

“Oh, I had almost forgotten.” he said with a sinister smile that made Harry grimace in disgust. “To add an element of challenge to your brewing, you will now be working with new partners.”

A collective groan echoed across the classroom. “Silence!” the slimy man demanded. “I will give you your partners now. Granger and Parkinson. Goldstein and Nott. Goyle and Brown. Weasley and Zabini. Longbottom and Crabbe. Potter and Malfoy-”

Harry immediately ceased listening after the dreaded words escaped Snape’s far-too-happy mouth. He dared a glance over at Malfoy, only to find the blond git glaring straight back at him. They engaged in a bit of a glare-off from across the room, until Harry was pulled out by a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up and was met with the chiseled face of Blaise Zabini. “Potter, if you don’t mind, I believe that I am Weasley’s new partner now.” the boy said with a slight smirk. Harry glanced over to Ron to find him positively green, and patted him on the shoulder with an unspoken “good luck” lingering in the air behind him as he regretfully made his way over to Malfoy’s table.
Harry kept his head down as he took his seat next to Malfoy, attempting to focus only on the parchment and not on the tall, pointy boy who seemed to be all angles next to him. Malfoy clearly wanted to ruin everything good in Harry’s life, taking it upon himself to break the tension-filled silence at their table.

“Potter, as much as I hate, and I mean absolutely despise, saying this, I think that we ought to work together, rather than fight over this.” At Harry’s incredulous look, he continued. “I would like a passing grade in this class, and I assume that you would as well. You’ve proven to have at least a bit of a brain hidden inside that abnormally large head of yours, so I think that if we… put aside our differences for the time begin, we will have a good chance of brewing this potion correctly.”

Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he had grown a third eye, and Malfoy, though tempted to now feel his forehead to ensure the absence of an abnormal growth, shoved down the urge and quickly continued. “Now, please do not let me lead you to believe that I doubt my own skills in potions brewing. No, quite the contrary, Potter. I do, however, doubt your ability to restrain yourself from wreaking havoc on my cauldron, so I think it would be best for us to work together, rather than against each other, for the time being.”

For a moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of hesitation in Malfoy’s eyes, but he quickly doubted himself as the grey eyes returned to normal. “Alright, Malfoy. Truce?” he said, with an extended hand.

Malfoy eyed the slightly calloused hand put before him, having a sense of déja-vu. “Truce.” he agreed, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it firmly. They both stared down at their hands between them for a moment, before quickly coming back to their senses and releasing their grasps, Malfoy clearing his throat and Harry rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well then, Potter,” Malfoy drawled, smirk returning to his pointed features. “Let’s get started.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, focusing his attention back to the parchment laid out in front of him. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, which might as well have been hieroglyphics, for he couldn’t understand the potions-language at all. Malfoy spared him an amused glance, and then decided to take pity on the other boy.

“Alright Potter, I’ll do the hard work, and you can be my second-in-command. Go ahead and fetch the ingredients on the list, will you?”

Harry didn’t bother arguing, and instead set off to the potions cupboard where various other students were gathering. Soon, he was walking back out with different jars and phials balanced in his arms and setting them on the table beside the cauldron Malfoy was currently heating with his wand.

The two boys worked in silence, with only the occasional request from Malfoy (Harry refused to refer to them as “commands,” since that made him sound like he was submitting to Malfoy). Soon enough, Harry was giving the potion a final stir, and Malfoy deemed it to be acceptable.

“Wow, Potter, I must admit that I’m surprised. We make quite the team when we aren’t talking to each other.” Harry responded with a lopsided grin, making Malfoy’s heartbeat speed up a bit, although he showed no sign of it on the outside.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Our potion smells great, too. Actually,” he continued, a small frown appearing on his face, “it kind of smells like… you.” Harry finished, looking up at Malfoy slightly, seeming almost embarrassed.

Malfoy wasn’t sure of how to react. “What do you mean, it smells like me?” Malfoy leaned down to the cauldron, lightly sniffing it. “What?” he murmured under is breath.

“What, what is it?” Harry inquired.

“Potter, this might be the oddest thing I’ve ever said to you before, so I apologize in advance. But, this potion sort of smells like you.”

Both boys looked at each other in confusion, and just as Harry drew in a breath to respond, Snape began speaking.

“Alright, that will be enough. It seems that most of you are finished, though you took quite a bit longer than I had expected.” The displeasure in Snape’s voice was clear. “We only have several minutes left in class, so I will study your potions afterwards. Now, though, I will tell you what potion you have all been brewing. It is known by the name of ‘Amortentia.’ Does anyone know what this potion’s purpose is?”

Hermione spoke up without being called upon. “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, Sir. It causes one to fall in love with whoever has dosed them with it. Its smell is unique to each person, smelling of what each person loves most, sometimes objects and sometimes the person with whom they are in love.”

Harry didn’t hear Snape’s response, he was too busy trying to slow his breathing back to a normal pace as Hermione’s last words clicked into place in his mind. The words “sometimes the person with whom they are in love” echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously turned to Malfoy, who was sitting at his side.

Malfoy had a somewhat horror-stricken expression, and a flush was rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Both he and Harry were startled out of their thoughts with a brief, “Class dismissed.” from Snape. They eyed each other warily, unmoving in the crowd of students packing up.

“Huh.” Harry said.

“Huh.” Malfoy echoed. “'Huh’ indeed. Well, Potter, it seems to me like we have a lot to discuss.”

- - - - -

and that’s it! i’ve seen several amortentia prompts in my time on tumblr and i thought i’d provide y'all with my own take on it. i am by no means a writer, and this is the first thing i’ve ever written and released. so, here it is! feedback is appreciated :) btw, i’m posting this on mobile, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.

This Feels So Wrong (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Kissing, Crying

Part One Part Three

Originally posted by sddonald22

The next day at school, as you walked through the halls to your locker with your head faced to the floor, you tried to ignore everyone’s gaze. You could feel people’s stares glued onto you, sure to be judging the thick bandage wrapped around your arm and the exhausted look in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how your classmates found out you were on the ferry that was all over the news, but you didn’t want to know. 

You made it to your locker without locking eyes with anyone, and you let out a nervous breath of air when you opened your locker door. You cradled one arm against your middle, pain piercing through it every time you moved. With your other hand, you took out the books you needed for your upcoming classes, and shut the locker with your elbow.

You turned around, ready to start the day so it would soon be over, only to almost smack into a Peter Parker with a clearly worried expression on his face. “(Y/N),” he said frantically, looking you up and down. You slouched slightly. You didn’t want his eyes on you in this way. “Are you okay?”

He looked up at you and frowned when he saw your face. You knew how you looked with your red and swollen eyes, and your tear-stained cheeks. You didn’t have the strength to put any effort in your appearance today. You were too tired from the prior day’s events and from staying at the hospital until late when a doctor finally finished treating your arm.

You let out a small deprecating laugh in response to Peter’s question, and he frowned deeper. You knew he hated seeing you like this. “Stupid question, sorry,” he murmured, and you felt bad for treating him this way. He didn’t do anything to you.

“Sorry,” you shook your head, looking away. “I’m just- tired. That’s all.”

When you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and him biting his lip, you knew that he knew which definition of ‘tired’ you were talking about. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he sighed, and you wondered how many more times either of you would apologize in the next few minutes. He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him but making sure to not touch your injured arm. You let out a shaky breath of air as you leaned your head on his shoulder, putting your other arm around him. 

You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, stroking your hair lightly. You let him hold you, let him comfort you after you experienced something that you were sure would haunt you forever. 

You pulled back before you could get teary-eyed, and you avoided his gaze as he pulled away too. You moved your arm back to your side, but you felt his hands stay on you. Both rested in the small space where your shoulders and neck connected, and you felt his thumbs rub soft circles on your skin. You felt yourself relax, your cheeks reddening at the feeling of his hands on you. 

“Why don’t you come over after school? We could just relax and watch some movies, maybe take your mind off of everything that’s happened,” he proposed, his eyebrows quirking upwards on his forehead.

The look on his face was one you couldn’t deny, so you said, “Yeah, sure.” 

He smiled at you, happy to hear you say it, and he kept his hands on you.

You suddenly remembered the words you sobbed as you held onto the ferry for your life, and your blooming smile disappeared. 

‘I love you, Peter.’

You shook your head, taking a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He tilted his head at you curiously, and you thought you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes as well. 

“Let’s get to class,” you muttered to him, sidestepping him and beginning to walk. You felt his presence catch up next you, and you could still feel eyes on you, but you forced yourself not to care. Just like you forced yourself not to care that Peter wasn’t on the ferry to hear you say those words to him himself.


The first words Michelle said to you when you got to lunch were, “So there’s a rumor that Spiderman saved you yesterday.”

You had just sat down, plopping your bag down onto the ground next to you and placing your tray in front of you. You slouched lightly, your one arm tired due to the other being out of commission. 

MJ,” Peter scolded quietly, looking at her with wide eyes. Even Ned looked at her with a shocked expression.

But you simply laughed softly, trying to keep the air around you light. “Uh, where’d you hear that?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s been going around. Is it true?”

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your cheeks from growing red. You could feel Peter’s stare on you, and Ned’s and Michelle’s as well. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s true,” you stumbled over your words, and Ned’s face turned almost comical while Michelle’s stayed bored.

“Really,” Ned said breathily, and he took a glance at Peter. You looked over at your best friend to see him staring down at his tray and fiddling with his fingers. You wondered why he was acting so strange.

“Yeah,” you said slowly, looking back at Ned. Michelle stared at you closely, a slight squint to her eyes. You could tell that she knew you were hiding something.

“What else,” she said, but didn’t phrase it as a question.

You sighed. You moved your gaze back down to your tray, not wanting to see anyone’s immediate reaction to what you were about to say. “He, uh. He kinda kissed me.”

The sound of Ned choking was what made you lift your head. Water dripped down his chin and the water bottle in his hand was being crushed by his tight grip. “Sorry,” he coughed, trying to get the water out of his lungs. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Peter, again. 

Michelle looked at you, and although she may have looked the same to anyone who didn’t know her, you could tell she was surprised by your words. “He kissed you,” she deadpanned, and you nodded. She hummed, and then asked, “How was it?”

Ned began to cough again, pounding his chest with his fist. “I’m so sorry,” he said. His wide eyes were still on Peter, and you looked over at the peculiarly quiet boy. His fists were clenched on his lap as he stared back at Ned with a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. 

And as you contemplated the question, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk about this in front of your best friend. In front of the best friend who was also the love of your life.

“Um,” you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “It was…good.”

You heard Ned breathe heavily through his nose. You didn’t bother looking over at him again, because you knew what you’d see. But instead, you found yourself looking to Peter when he finally spoke. “Good?”

Michelle turned to him too, intrigued. 

“I mean,” his eyes widened, looking among the three of you. “Only good? You’d imagine a superhero would be, I don’t know, better than good at kissing.”

He let out a nervous laugh, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you spoke your next words. “I guess it was better than good,” you said quietly, and Michelle knew what she was doing as she said, “What was that?”

“Fine, fine!” You burst out, making both Peter and Ned jump in their seats, but Michelle stayed put, leaning on her hand and smirking at you. “He was a great kisser, is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she said and turned to her bag to pull out a book, and when she opened it and began to read, you stared at her with astonished eyes. You glanced over at Peter to see how he reacted to your words, and you were confused when you saw him with a clenched jaw and very red cheeks. You looked over at Ned, and he was staring at Peter with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head at him. “Why the smile, Ned?”

He snapped his head towards you, smile dropping off his face. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before he actually spoke. “What? Nothing, no reason, no. Why? Uh, so what did it feel like when you were on the ferry?”

You looked at him, shocked at the question. “Um,” you said, shaking your head lightly, almost like you were trying to get the memories out of your head.

“Ned,” Peter finally spoke up, chastising his friend at the insensitive question. You kept your head down, choosing to open your lunch to eat instead of answering the question.

Your table was silent for the rest of the lunch period.


When you arrived at Peter’s apartment later in the day, Aunt May answered the door. She instantly stepped forward to hug you, squeezing you tightly, almost to reassure her that you were alive and okay, in her arms.

You understood that she was probably scared. You were close to May, and she was practically a second mother to you. 

You couldn’t help but suck in a quick breath of air when she pressed against the cut on your arm, and she pulled back immediately to see a grimace of pain on your face. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, bringing your other arm up to cradle your injured one.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she said, bringing a hand up to softly rest on your cheek for a few moments. You simply smiled in response, and you noticed the wetness of her eyes when she moved to the side to let you in. “Uh, Peter’s in his room.”

“Okay,” you said softly. You walked into the apartment and towards Peter’s door before turning around and looking at May to see her wiping at her cheeks. “Thank you, May.”

She nodded, and you hoped she understood the full extent of what you meant by it.

You knocked on Peter’s door lightly before entering, and you saw him sitting on his bed, looking through a stack of movie cases. “Hey,” you said as you entered. He looked up, smiling, but his face grew more solemn as he noticed the way you were holding your arm.

“Hey, come sit,” he patted the spot beside him with his hand, and you gently sat down next to him. “What do you wanna watch?”

“The usual?” You asked softly, and you found yourself feeling so uncertain of everything. You had never felt this way before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what happened yesterday.

“Okay,” Peter nodded, looking at you and smiling reassuringly. Almost as if he could tell something was wrong. He stood up and slid the movie into the player, and came to sit next to you again after pressing his play. You felt yourself leaning against his shoulder as the movie started, and he let you stay there.

“I still can’t believe you let me pick Tangled every time we have a movie night,” you whispered halfway through the movie, finding yourself smiling. He chuckled from next to you, resting his head on top of where yours was on his shoulder.

“Anything for you,” he said jokingly, but you could tell he was serious.

You felt your smile widen, and you hoped he couldn’t see it in the darkness. 

The two of you watched the rest of the movie in silence, and the two of you didn’t burst into song like you did every other time. You thought that Peter knew you were too tired for something so– so happy. 

When the movie ended, you sat up and immediately missed the feeling of his head leaning against yours and your arms touching. “It’s getting late, so I should probably get going,” you said, turning to him after getting up and turning the light in the room on. 

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed a nervous expression on his face. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

His nerves transferred onto you, and you waited in silence as he got up from the bed to stand across from you. You titled your head at him, not knowing what to expect. “What’s wrong, Peter?”

“It was me,” he said quickly, and the wide eyes of his that came after made it seem like he didn’t mean to say the words.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What was you?”

He took a deep breath. “It was me who kissed you.”

The silence around you was deafening after the words were spoken. You looked at him, confused. You knew what he was implying, but– no, it was impossible. 

“I think I would’ve remembered you kissing me, Peter,” you laughed nervously, taking the smallest step backwards. You knew he noticed when you saw him lean forward slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said slowly, his voice sounding so smooth that it almost served as a distraction from what he said next. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but– I’m Spiderman.”

You stared at him after he spoke the words, and you didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t believe that your best friend, the boy you loved, was a superhero. The superhero who saved you, and then kissed you. You wouldn’t believe it.

“Stop joking, Peter,” you shook your head. “This isn’t funny.”

He sighed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a buried piece of clothing. He turned back around to face you, and he watched as your eyes widened as you looked at the red suit. 

“I’m not joking,” he said.

You shook your head. “How do I know that that isn’t just for dress up?”

He sighed again before pressing down on the web shooters. String-like material shot out and stuck to the wall behind you. It was just like the one from the ferry.

“What in the world,” you whispered as you stared at it. Peter heard you and took a step forward, but you whipped your head towards him, making him stop.

“You’re Spiderman,” you said, and saying the words out loud made you realize how betrayed you felt.

“Yes,” Peter nodded, gauging for your reaction. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but-”

“You kissed me,” you realized now, that when you imagined that it was your best friend you were kissing, it was actually him whose lips were pressed to yours. 

“Yes,” Peter replied, sounding more desperate now. “And-”

“Why would you do that?” You whispered, finally looking up at him. You looked up in time to see the heartbreak clear on his face. “That’s not- I didn’t even know it was you, Peter!”

“I know, but-” The desperation crashed into his features, but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“Peter, that’s not okay! Oh my god,” you lifted both of your hands up to press to your forehead in disbelief, and you winced at the pain in your arm. You tried to ignore it.

“Your arm, (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, moving towards you, but you moved one hand to hold out in front of you, stopping him.

“I didn’t know it was you, Peter,” you stressed to him, looking at him with glossy eyes. Another realization struck, and you gasped, dropping your hands to your sides. “Did you hear me?”

He looked confused, but you weren’t sure if it was just an act. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Hear you?”

“What did you hear me say, Peter?” You needed to know if he knew. 

“I-I heard you screaming,” his voice shook as he spoke. “I heard you screaming for help. You were screaming for me,” your heart nearly stopped at the words, but you let out a breath of relief when he said, “For Spiderman.”

You took another step back from him, shaking your head. “You shouldn’t have kissed me, Peter,” the sadness on his face was so visible, but yet again, the sadness on yours must have been twice as much. “This- this feels so wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you let out a small sob, feeling too overwhelmed as a tear fell down your cheek. 

Too much had happened in so little time for you to just be okay.

You saw Peter’s head snap up from where it had moved to face the ground. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and wet eyes that were almost too much to bear. “What do you mean? Wasn’t how what was supposed to happen?”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. You looked at him as you wiped your face on your sleeves. The pain in your arm had almost become numb now; the situation at hand had become much more painful to your emotions than anything physical. 

“You were supposed to kiss me when I knew it was you,” you were crying openly now, and you didn’t care. You needed to let it all out at some point, and you figured now was the time. “It was supposed to be a perfect moment when it happened. I was supposed to tell you that I love you, and then you would kiss me, and it’d be perfect. But now,” you dropped your head to face the floor, letting your tears fall onto the carpet below you.

“You love me?” Peter’s voice cracked, and you didn’t want to see his face, knowing it would break your heart even more. “(Y/N)-”

“Don’t, Peter,” you stopped him. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It didn’t matter now. “You betrayed me,” you looked up at him, needing to gain enough strength to say the words to his face. But instead, it only knocked you down further. His cheeks were red and stained with tears, and he looked at you with such a desperate expression that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I was vulnerable when you kissed me. It wasn’t fair of you to do that.”

“I know that now,” he cried, and took a step forward. You didn’t stop him this time. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you repeated quietly, and it was mostly to yourself. “You should’ve told me who you were.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, crying so hard that his eyes were barely open. But then again, you could barely see him through the ongoing tears that were escaping your eyes either. “(Y/N), what can I do? I’m sorry, I know I should have told you. But I was trying to protect you, and I was- I was so scared, and- and-”

“That doesn’t give you an excuse!” You yelled, one fist clenching. You didn’t want to wake May up, but it was inevitable at this point. This was becoming much too chaotic to stay quiet. “Forget it,” you turned around to face the door. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait,” he quickly walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you whipped around. His hand fell back to his side. “(Y/N), please. I lo-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupted him. “Don’t say it,” your voice cracked. “Yesterday was the worst day of my life. And you just- you kissed me when it was happening like it didn’t even matter.”

“But it did matter,” Peter tried to intervene, and he didn’t bother trying to wipe up the mess that was his face right now.

“You would have taken off your mask completely if it had mattered,” was the only thing you said before turning around, opening the door, and walking out of the apartment.

You tried to ignore the last sob you heard from Peter’s room before you slammed the door, and you tried to ignore the breaking you could feel in your heart as you walked back home.

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I really like this one, guys!! And I hope you like it too, so please let me know what you think!! Would you like another part or should I leave it at this?? Requests are open :)

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anonymous asked:

i was wondering how you do your works?? like what stages you go through to get the finished product?? thank you!!

It’s really really simple tbh! 

1. I start with a very very rough sketch. My sketchs are always very messy but that’s how I like to work! (tbh this one is not the messier) 

2. Then it’s a more detailed sketch, and it’s actually my fav part in the drawing process! I just love to sketch eheh

3. Then it’s the inking/lineart wtv. I really hate this part but ugggh it has to be done right?

4. And finally I color it and I add the text :^DDD

Annnnd voilaaaaa it’s done!! ;^DDD

Tom dating a Writer/Photographer!Reader || Headcanons

Requested: heck no, I just had a ton of ideas for this :)

Warnings: this is my first headcanon on Tom. that’s warning enough (also swearing)

Word Count: 1,078 (pretty decent ig)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Writer/Photographer!Reader

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

  • You first met Tom at his audition for SM:H while you were interning for one of the script’s authors
  • You had on a pair of glasses and your notebook never left your side and Tom found it sO adorable
  • He knew you loved writing and he was just so fond of you
  • His cheek ass is always flirting with you using pick-up lines related to writing or photography

  “I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but one look at you and I’m already interested.”

“Are you a photographer? Cuz I can picture us together.”

  • You two became friends over Harry, whom you shared the love of photography with
  • cue Tom thanking Harry endlessly for bringing you two together :’)
  • Most nights Tom was working on a new film, so you’d hang with Harrison and Harry in his trailer trying to finish your school work and novels
  • But when Tom was finished he’d find you passed out on the couch, highlighted papers and notes all around you
  • somehow Harrison and Harry didn’t notice???


  • When Tom asked you out you thought he was joking so you said you get out of college at 5:00
  • Ohhh boy he showed up in some fancy Audi with roses and shit in a butto-up shirt with literally every girl on campus eyeing him
  • You were so flustered but giddy nonetheless

“Wow, Tom! Thank you, but uh, shouldn’t I change first?”
“Whatever do you mean, love? You look perfect.”

  • The first date was spent with lots of laughs and cuddles that you two kinda forgot it was the first date
  • You agreed to another date with Tom, obviously ;)
  • This one you had a day at the park.
  • You brought your camera and asked Tom to model for you
  • He was pretty nervous at first, but because you’re you, he did it to make you happy
  • tHE CANDIDS OF HIM SMILING

“Why am I the model when you look the way you do??” he’d say

  • Mhm, Tom didn’t stay in the spotlight for long since he grabbed your camera and started taking photos of you while you were working on a short story

“Wow, you’re pretty.”

  • cue the blushing and countless amount of kisses


  • It was the week after you two had officially started dating after like, 13 dates cuz Tom wanted to take his precious damn time
  • You were already head over heels for Tom
  • But, the clumsy dork had put your computer in the dishwasher by accident
  • bRO HE WAS SO SCARED YOU’D FLIP
  • So he got you these really really fancy pens with your initials carved on the side as a way to say sorry
  • Luckily, you had an extra set of notes handwritten
  • When he showed you the pens you could’ve cried honestly

“Please don’t be mad” he’d say while peppering kisses all over you’re face
“Tom?? How could I be these pens are gorgeous???”
“Not as gorgeous as you, darling ;)”


  • Wherever Tom took you he made sure it was an adventure so you’d have something to write about
  • You’d get so excited and randomly blurt stuff out about the story you were writing

“OMG Liam would love this!”
“wHO ThE BLoODy heLL iS LiAM???”
“Chill, babe it’s just one of my characters”

  • Somedays Tom would take you on picnics for fluffy ideas, watch sad movies for angst, and the bedroom for smut ;))))
  • HAHA I’M SORRY
  • Everywhere you went you brought a professional camera, cuz professionals never miss a chance to take a photo :)
  • Tom always carrying the bag

“But darrrrlllliiiiingggg my shoulders huuurrrrtttt!”
“Thomas you were the one who offered”


  • Ok but, one night you finished a book you were reading and it ended on a MAJOR cliffhanger
  • You definitely didn’t throw the book across the room and you definitely didn’t stay up thinking about the ending??
  • Tom immediately woke up next to you to see you crying (that book hit you right in the feels and, tbh, gave you a bunch of ideas)
  • He started stroking your hair and kissing your shoulders

“Can I borrow $20,000?”
“Why the hell do you need that much, love?”
“So I can pay this mf author for the sequel, duh.”


  • dON’T GET ME STARTED ON WRITER’S BLOCK
  • It was such a bitch to you and vice versa
  • Usually it happened when Tom was away for long periods of time
  • You couldn’t write anything for days up to weeks
  • literally you could stare at a piece of paper and it’d start to burn
  • When Tom finally came home he was pretty sad to see you not being able to do the thing you loved
  • Even though he was extremely tired, he ran you a bath and started massaging you
  • You were so grateful it was like you were instantly cured
  • He passed out after this, btw
  • You would crawl under the covers next to him and just whisper a bunch of thank you’s while cuddling


  • Whenever you finished a chapter of your new novel you’d read it to Tom
  • Sometimes he wasn’t listening cuz he loved how passionate you were about this
  • He’d go on Instagram Live and promote your book

“Everyone go check out my girl’s new book!1!1!”
“Tom, honey, it’s not even out yet.”

  • But really he’s just so incredibly proud of you and you of him
  • One time you received a critic on one of your earlier works
  • You were kind of taken aback because the troll was a Tom Holland stan
  • bro Tom was hella pissed
  • You can bet your ass he went on Instagram Live

“Please don’t hate on Y/N, she is the most talented, beautiful person I’ve ever met.” he’d say as he wrapped an arm around you defensively

  • tearing up over what a great boyfriend you had


  • One day when Tom was finally given a break, you two had a lazy day at home with lots of takeout and rental movies
  • You wore his grey sweatpants and an old crop top
  • he found it sO ATTRACTIVE TBH
  • He grabbed your camera and started taking candids of you laughing and smiling
  • (You might’ve posed for a couple ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
  • Later you found out he used one of the photos for his lockscreen
  • you = :”””)


  • In the end, you wondered how you had gotten so lucky, and Tom could say the same about you
  • Sure, you got to say your boyfriend was Spider-Man, but he got to say you’re his girlfriend

That was pretty long for my first Tom Holland headcanon😂 Welp, hope you guys liked it! comment/reblog if ya wanna be tagged in future Tom Holland writings!

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TKST Chapter 3

A/N: HERE U GO! CHAPTER 3 FINALLY! PLEASE ENJOY. CLICK here TO READ PREVIOUS CHAPTERS OF THE KITE STRING TANGLE.


The party was on Wednesday night. You fucked him early Thursday morning. He doesn’t text you until Friday afternoon.

Shawn Mendes: So, how’s the essay coming?

It’s the first thing he’s ever texted you, and you want to blow it up and frame it on your wall.

It’s not a suggestive text, per se, but it does suggest he was thinking about you, which makes you think maybe the thing you had isn’t just a one night stand. Maybe he’s been thinking about it as much as you have. Maybe he wants, like, an actual fuckbuddy. You’re not necessarily opposed to the thought.

You hate that you lied to him, acted like you hadn’t finished your essay before going to the party, so you could find an excuse to leave after what you honestly could say was the best sex you’d ever had. Maybe he wasn’t the most refined lover, like an older man or something, but he was passionate, thorough, and desperate to get you off more than once. It was almost unbearable. It was supposed to be casual hook-up sex, not the overwhelming kind of sex that you could only hope to someday emulate on your wedding night.

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