get away from me right now

anonymous asked:

Hi, I've just started Uni and I'm far away from home, I've got anxiety that is normally fairly well controlled and I get panic attacks with it. Today I've had 4 panic attacks and I keep crying uncontrollably when I'm alone in my room. I know I'm settling into life away from home but everything is just so overwhelming right now and I just needed to tell someone that things aren't as good today as they seem and it helps just typing it out. Your blog is so helpful to me you are amazing.

Hey, anon. I’m gad that you had a place that you could just vent. It’s pretty normal to have some trouble adjusting to new surroundings, but it sounds like your case is pretty severe. This is a link to our anxiety page, and it has some suggestions on it for coping with panic attacks. I hope that some of that will help you out.

If at all possible, try to find something familiar to you to help you adjust. Calling friends and family back home, watching an old favorite TV show, or anything that feels stable may be able to give you something to hold on to for now. I hope that your New Place Panic settles down soon

And thank you, I’m really gad that you find us helpful.

–Luke

anonymous asked:

I love (and by that I mean hate) how whenever people spread positivity about PoC some white guy gotta jump in and say "uwu it should be ALL lives matter", like yes all lives matter but right now we're not focusing on that so let me be positive for blacks without someone taking that away from the community and focusing on the people who oppressed us for centuries

This is classic white people getting upset when they aren’t involved in things. But this was a bad thing for them to try and take over and they don’t even matter. Funnily enough, they weren’t chanting ‘ALL LIVE MATTER’ before BLM so like, yeah it’s annoying. And I’d like to add that it’s not just white men who do this, but white women too.

im so exhausted that someone’s gonna need to use the Necronomicon to get me up tomorrow
It Ain’t Me: Part 6

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

*This series did not have a name until this part so don’t get confused!*

Genre: Angst 

Words: 1.4K 

Part 5 | Part 7


The beer café was almost full when you entered. Looking around, you could see the usual customers already on their tables, chatting away about good memories. A few nights ago, you and Jungkook would have been a part of this as well, just sitting somewhere in the corner, giggling about stupid shit with fills and refills after chugging Budweiser.  You swallowed and took a deep breath before going straight past your usual spot in café to the bar stools.

It’s not like you hadn’t wondered why everything was happening. In fact, wonder was a massive understatement. You had sat in your room for hours trying to reach Jungkook, trying to convince him to meet you so you could try to unravel what happened, so that you could make him believe that whatever he had seen was false. Untrue. When all had failed you even decided to barge in his workplace, but you cracked. You couldn’t do it anymore. You had nothing on this. You were running around, crying, beating yourself up and for what? Why should you?

Talking to Seulgi had been the last straw. They were dating. Even after everything that had happened in the past week, you weren’t expecting this. He had forgotten all about you, or at the very least this entire situation was clearly not as difficult for him as it was for you. After talking to her, you made a conscious decision that it was over and it would remain that way.

“Ahem!”

You glanced up at the bartender, who was looking at you expectantly. Clearly, he was waiting for your order. You asked him to come back to you after five minutes and dialed Yoongi.

He didn’t pick up. Instead you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned around to find Yoongi standing behind you in his cap and mask. You gave him a small smile and gestured for him take the seat beside yours. Just in time the bartender came back to take your order and you ordered two pints of Budweiser, glancing at Yoongi for approval. He nodded yes. You took a big swig as soon as the beer landed in front of you.

“So,” You began, turning around in your seat to take a good look at Yoongi, who had now taken off his mask and his cap and was facing you as well. “What did you want to talk about?”

He shrugged, running his right hand through his messy hair to calm it down. “Just, you know, everything?”

You raised a brow in a silent question. When he didn’t answer, you said, “You want to elaborate on that?”

Yoongi sighed and ran his tongue over his lips. “I’m your friend too, aren’t I?”

You nodded. “Of course you are.”

“Then please ____, you should not be the one shifting out of the city.”

You took a much humbler sip this time. “So that’s what this is about, huh?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. He just looked at you with a slightly conflicted look in his eyes.

You smiled, sensing his discomfort. Instead of easing him out, you stayed silent. You eyes once again started wandering across the place, gauging people’s expressions as they sat with their partners and friends, some laughing at jokes of reunion, others relaxing and having low-key conversations.  You wondered how many of these faces were true. Were they really enjoying or was it just a front like yours?

“You know Yoongi,” You turned back towards Yoongi, who shifted his attention from his lap to you, and started. “Jungkook and I often visited this place.”

If he was surprised by the sudden change in the topic, he didn’t show it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Really now?”

You gave him a recalling nod and continued. “We never sat at the bar though. We would always take one of the corners and chug beer after beer.” You mused.

“Always the corners?” Yoongi asked you looking around the place. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You couldn’t have gotten corners each time.”

“We did.” You smirked. “In fact, we made it a point to come in early and just grab any of the corner tables. We were so into it that even if both us had to use the toilet, one would hold it in and guard the table.” You smiled at the memory and continued. “Jungkook would stay back to guard the table and if I took too long to finish my business, which I did because it was always fun teasing him, he would bombard my cell with calls and texts begging me to come out fast but wouldn’t leave the table.” You laughed, and Yoongi laughed along with you.


“You really love him, don’t you?” He asked you as your laughter died down, giving you a sad smile. You returned it with one of your own.


“I do.” You humorlessly laughed and soon enough, it turned into a heartbreaking cry. Yoongi reacted immediately, getting off his stool and silently putting your head on his chest in a consoling hug. You grabbed his shirt from the front, trying to stop the tears from escaping your eyes but you couldn’t. The entire week, you had been alone, beating yourself up and crying your eyes out, wondering where you went wrong.  It was coming back to you. The few seconds after you’d realized that Jungkook wasn’t even going to speak to you and his decision was final, the helplessness you felt. It was all coming back to you.


“___, I’m so sorry.” Yoongi repeated over and over again, rubbing his hands up and down your back.


“No, you don’t understand!” You cried as you removed your head from his chest to look up at him, your hands still gripping his t-shirt. You knew it. You knew that your eyes would definitely be exhibiting your helplessness at that point but how could you stop? Someone was finally ready to listen to you.


“I was helpless.” You said between sobs. “I just sat there in my room Yoongi, trying to figure out what I could possibly do. Who I could possibly talk to but there was no one! I was completely and utterly alone! Hours, for hours, I just sat in my room trying to do something! Anything!” You broke down harder. “But there was nothing I could do!” Your grip loosened on his T-shirt as your cried harder, feeling every suppressed emotion being released in your tears.

Yoongi’s hands caught yours as they fell from his t-shirt and slowly he brought it back on his chest again, fisting your hands into his own. Your cries softened as you looked up at him but the tears were still falling down.

“You listen to me right now, ___. It’s not your fault. None of it, you get that?” He looked at you directly in the eye. “I’m sorry you are going through this but moving out of the city will not help you.”

You shook your head softly. “I have no other way-“

“No.” Yoongi cut you off. “You do. You deal with it. You get your life back together and you move on.”

You lightly scoffed as you look away from him. “It’s easier said than done, Yoongi.”

Yoongi nodded and tightened his grip around your hands making you look back at him. “I know. But I will help you.”

You looked at him as you contemplated his words, judging the sincerity in them. His eyes were unwavering and his grip on you hand was not fierce but reassuring. Even though you realized that much, you couldn’t help yourself when you asked him: “Why? Why would you help me over taking his side? You’re his friend.”

His gaze softened for a second thinking about his younger friend, who was like a brother to him, but his decision did not change. He sighed as he let go of your right hand and placed his hand on your head and ran it down to your neck. “He was wrong. And I told you already,” He said and you waited for him to complete his sentence. 

“You are my friend too.”

You looked at him and for a second, his determination was beginning to convince you. Maybe…just maybe, you were not alone in this. Maybe you could come out of this and get your life back together.

However, your calming heartbeat rose once again as your eyes fixed on two figures standing behind Yoongi, one of them looking at you with the same shock written on your face. Yoongi saw the look in your eyes and let of you to turn around and follow your line of sight. His gaze hardened as he looked at exactly what you were seeing right now.


They were here. He was here.

Jungkook was here.  And his hands were intertwined with his partner who was undoubtedly your ex-best friend.


Seulgi.



To Be Continued…


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Seokjin 

After getting what you wanted by begging on your knees, literally, you didn’t even realize exactly what you did to this poor boy. Sure, you batting your eyelashes while speaking in a baby voice was nothing new - but doing that while on your knees was a different story. Jin was so conflicted, Taehyung had to shield his eyes to snap him out of his trance that you unintentionally put him under. 

“The things she does to me…” 

“Oh, no you don’t. You can screw her later, we gotta go.” 

Yoongi 

All you wanted was his attention, you didn’t intend on it going any further than just cuddling - you would’ve been fine with cuddling. You haven’t seen Yoongi all day, so when he was finally sitting still - why not take that opportunity to just snuggle and chill? The only problem was that, at the moment, he wasn’t in a snuggly mood. So you thought - why not get him into one? 

Plopping yourself in the empty spot right next to him on the couch, you made sure that he noticed you by snuggling up against his side, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. Opening one eye in annoyance, Yoongi made an attempt to push you off - not really wanting to be bothered at the moment - but failed miserably. It wasn’t until you started to softly kiss his neck did you practically stop his breathing altogether. 

“Oppa, I’ve missed you so much, don’t push me away~” You would coo softly while still buried in his neck, your warm breath sending a wave of chill bumps up and down his body. His lack of response - only because of your sudden closeness - seemed to be all the answer you needed. Huffing, you decide to just get up and go to bed - thinking the your attempt was a misfire. 

Only for him to yank you right back down, in his lap this time, eyes now open and piercing into yours. As he stared up at you, the new position he had you in allowed you to feel…everything.

“You must be out of your mind if you think I’m letting you walk away after giving me this, jagi.”

“B-But, that’s not what I meant to-”

“Bullshit. Bedroom. Now.” 

Namjoon

You tried aegyo, after receiving advice from a friend that it would definitely get your man do whatever you pleased. Sure, they were right in the end…it just wasn’t the kind of reaction you expected him to give. 

“Namjoon, I didn’t mean it like this, I-I was trying to be cute!” You avoided eye contact as your boyfriend lowered his head to one of his favorite spots on your body, peppering the area with kitten licks as you fought to hold in your sounds. 

“Doesn’t matter what you were trying to do, baby. It turned me on, and now you gotta pay the price for it.” He would reply, tugging your closer by your thighs, squeezing the flesh as warning to look him in the eye. Once you did, a small smirk would creep up his face until a single dimple was visible. You were in for a long night.

After that, you either thanked your friend or strangled them.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hoseok 

It wasn’t your fault, you were merely trying to make him feel better. In a way, you did, but not in the way he expected at the moment. He was feeling kind of down, beating himself up on the mistakes that he made during their performance. You, being the awesome girlfriend you were, told him that there was barely any that was made - that his stage presence was fantastic. But, no matter what you said, his smile still didn’t have its usual brightness. 

Thinking it over for a second and reviewing over how he would cheer you up, an idea spontaneously popped into your head as you made you way back over to where he sat under the dark rain cloud that hovered above his head. 

“Jagi, I know you mean well, but I just really wanna be left alo-oh!” He would exclaim mid-sentence as you wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him into your chest. Whenever he would hug you like that, it would always make you laugh at how awkward and uncomfortable the position was, immediately bringing you out of your funky mood. 

The only flaw in your plan was…Hoseok didn’t have boobs. But, you did. And right now you’re practically shoving them in his face. When you eventually pulled away to see if it made him feel any better, you were somewhat disappointed to see his face now scrunched up in displeasure. 

“Great. Now I’m sad and horny. Thanks a lot.” 

Jimin 

You were modeling a new dress for him that you had just bought. It was nothing fancy, nothing too out there, just a cute little sun dress in his favorite color. You bought it to wear for when you meet his family, wanting the first impression to be good - so you asked for his opinion. Jimin sat on the bed, waiting patiently as you changed in the bathroom, coaching you through the door. 

“Baby, whatever it is, you’ll look amazing in it! They won’t care, I love you - so they’ll love you, too!” 

“I just want to look like wife-material, that’s all!” You replied on the other side. Shaking his head slowly, he lets out a small chuckle before speaking under his breath. 

“You already do, everyday.” Almost blushing at his own greasy comment, the small sound of the bathroom door opening was enough to draw his attention. His jaw nearly hit the floor as you shyly strut into view - already fidgeting with the hem of the dress. 

“I-Is it too short? I feel like it is, just a little - do you like the color? Is the color okay, does it clash with my skin? It is a good color on me?” Question after question would spew from your mouth as you kept trying to find anything and everything that could be wrong with the dress. Jimin on the other hand was in his own little world as he stared at the woman before him in awe. Wow, you were really all his. All his, no one else’s. Now that you’ve put ‘wife-material’ in his head, it was all he could think about.

Park Y/n. Mrs. Park Y/n. The more he thought about it, the more it strangely aroused him. The thought of you in a wedding dress, taking his last name, baring his children - your honeymoon. The way you twirled in your sun dress was icing on the cake, you were gorgeous without even trying. Realizing that you were still rambling about the outfit, Jimin let out a soft ‘Yah,’ successfully getting you to stop talking and look at him with curiosity. 

“Regardless if you hate the dress or not, it’s gonna end up on the floor after the dinner, anyway.” 

Taehyung 

Wouldn’t know what to do honestly. You had put on cat ears for the hell of it, and wore them around the house. Sneaking up behind Taehyung, you caught him off guard by purring in his ear, your arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind as you practically started to grind your lower half against his. Standing still in bewilderment, not having a clue on what you were doing, he decided to just wait it out and see how this ends. 

Pulling away from him with a small lick to his cheek, you scurry away while making tiny meow sounds, leaving poor Tae to stand in the kitchen in confusion. 

“What tf just happened and why am I turned on??”  

Jungkook 

“ I AM CONFUSION. YOU WERE ONLY BEING CUTE BUT NOW I’M AROUSED. AMERICA EXPLAIN.” 

Same players and campaign as Blight-happy Catfolk Druid, except we’re now running away from the thousands of orcs. I’m still thinking about my previous use of Blight and starting to question whether I can handle this power.

Me, OOC: Now if I kill this Orc King guy, how will the orcs react?
DM: Make a history or insight check.
Me: History… Aww. Nat1.
DM: You believe that in the past orcs have been known to bake brownies and apologize to people they’ve attacked after their leader is killed.
Me: Right. So. I probably shouldn’t kill this guy then but I believe it’s the best plan so as soon as he gets close enough I’m gonna blast him with Blight. 8d8 necrotic, and then 9d8 since that’s my last level 4 slot. If that doesn’t kill him I can resort to Call Lightning.
Me, IC: I can do this. I’m gonna have so many orc friends.

this is the fic I promised @requiemofkings to go along with their beautiful art


Andrew might be the only person in the room not uncomfortable in the sudden silence. Neil is on his feet, eyes too wild, too tipped towards turning into Nathaniel. He is a study in battle, poised to run but ready to stand and fight with everything he has. The disjointed team that has become Neil’s family stares back at him, everyone facing down the front of his fury, with Andrew at his back for support. If he needs it. This isn’t an argument Andrew wants to be part of if he can avoid it. He gave up fighting for himself years ago.

Matt is the first one to try for words. “Neil, we didn’t –”

“You did,” Neil bites, and he doesn’t stop when he makes his best friend flinch. “You meant it. He’s not a fucking monster.”

It looks like Matt wants to get to his feet but is thinking better of it. It’s rare that Neil goes off like this, at his family least of all, but it’s human instinct to not look threatening when a wild dog’s hackles are raised.

The others let Matt carry the conversation. Smart, but it’s not going to do them any good. “Okay, Neil, we’ll stop calling him that.”

The harsh laugh that froths at Neil’s mouth fights to realign his rapid breathing. “Will you, though? It’s been years, and no matter how much he does to prove you wrong, you still can’t see past your hazy impressions of him.”

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Angel With A Shotgun // The Preacher’s Daughter Finale [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: Violence, Death, Mentions Of Sex, Angst, Emotional Torture, Super Cute Mitch Rapp, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 9,347

Song: I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

A/N: Happy American Assassin premiere weekend and happy belated birthday @stilinski-jpeg! I really hope you guys enjoy the ending to this series that I have grown to love so much. Thank you for all of the support, all of the kind comments and all of the love towards it. Because of your never ending positivity, I have decided to make a sequel series to this. I don’t know when it’ll be out because I still have a lot to plan, but there already is a title which I won’t say because then it’ll be a spoiler for the ending of this one lol. Thank you for reading, I love you guys so much.

Once, when I was around the age of twelve, I almost drowned to death and I remember it like it had happened to me just yesterday. I was swimming around with my closest friends in the world, one of them being Nia. We all played in my pool and were having the times of our lives, not knowing what would be happening in the following seconds as I accidentally slipped and hit my head on the edge of the pool. Immediately getting knocked out, my entire body fell limp into the water.

No one had realized there was something wrong and I was forced to suffer alone. The only thing that surrounded me was absolute darkness. I could hear my friends laughing and playing amongst themselves, but I couldn’t actually see them. I remember feeling like my head was on the verge of exploding as the lack of air left me in complete agony. Everything burned and I had never felt more miserable until, finally, someone noticed me and pulled me out of the water. They breathed life back into my lungs, my eyes eventually opening as I felt the darkness disappear away. Instead, the sight of a worried Nia hovering over me as she performs CPR on me took over my vision.

That moment of complete torture is exactly what I’m going through right now, but this time Nia isn’t here to pull me out of it.

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#omegaverse #mutual-pining #angst

Prompts: @fiftypurpleroses
Author: @queenofthyme

It comes out of absolutely nowhere. One moment Harry is sitting in Charms class, innocently focusing on the lesson, the next he’s fantasizing in great detail about fucking Draco Malfoy.

All his senses are honed into Malfoy, sitting two rows ahead of him. And look, it’s not like Harry hasn’t thought about it before, but not like this. Not so strongly that he can’t think of anything else. Not so wildly that he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it in the middle of the class, students and teacher be damned.

Malfoy is squirming in his seat, restlessly fidgeting, and Harry isn’t sure how, but he can tell Malfoy is aroused as well. Can tell the bead of sweat dripping down the back of Malfoy’s red neck is a sign of it. Can tell that Malfoy would certainly be open to a mid-class fucking. Except how can he know that? It must all be wishful thinking, a product of his own arousal.

Although when Malfoy excuses himself and strides past Harry to the door, there’s no mistaking the lustful stare directed Harry’s way, or the smell of Malfoy’s arousal. The smell? What the fuck.

Harry quickly excuses himself, not even bothering to come up with a reason, and follows Malfoy out into the corridor, all his senses on fire. Malfoy is waiting for him, pacing the hallway, his eyes filling with heat as Harry approaches.

Without thinking, Harry grabs hold of Malfoy and slams him against the wall, ready to ravish him completely, right here in the open. But a tiny glimmer of fear shows in Malfoy’s eyes amongst his arousal and the charm is broken.

Harry takes a step back, blinking. What was he just about to do? “Sorry. I didn’t mean to – “

Malfoy laughs humourlessly, cutting Harry off. “Harry Potter is an alpha. Of fucking course. I was supposed to be an alpha.”

“An alpha?” Harry repeats. His brain is foggy from suppressing his arousal. “What are you talking about?”

“How do I even explain? It’s – look, you’re an alpha. The top dog. The lead. The dominant one,” he says resentfully. “I’m, well, I don’t know what I am now.” He slumps back up against the wall.

Harry still doesn’t quite understand. But he can hardly see how his “alpha” status, whatever it is, has any influence on Malfoy’s. “Can’t you be an alpha too?” He asks.

Malfoy rolls his eyes at Harry’s naivety. “We can’t both be alphas.”

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That Voice (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker and you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, without his knowledge. What happens when you get rescued by Spider-Man and you happen to recognize his voice? 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing

Disclaimer: gif by softtroublemaker

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You mindlessly picked at the crust of your sandwich during lunch. You weren’t hungry, and you were mostly trying to ignore the gushing that was happening in front of you. 

Your two best friends, Ned and Peter, were watching Liz Allan across the cafeteria with literal heart eyes. Usually you didn’t care, but lately you started to feel different around Peter…

Your chest would tighten and you would lose your breath in your throat and your heart would just try to beat right out of your chest. You found yourself admiring every small detail about him from the way his nose crinkled when he laughed to the enthusiasm in his eyes when he would talk about science and robotics. 

Every time you looked at him you felt dizzy as if he was sucking the oxygen right out of your lungs. And when he smiled, that damn smile, it made you weak in the knees. You didn’t know how long it had been happening, but you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the love-sick world that revolved around Peter Parker. 

And he liked Liz. 

Just the thought made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, thus leading to your loss of appetite. 

“(Y/N)? You alright?” Peter asked before taking a bite of his own sandwich. 

You nodded with a weak smile. 

“Perfect.”


Peter always met you at your locker after school to walk you home. You lived in the apartment complex a few blocks before his own so you always took the same train from school. Today, however, you were both going back to his house to work on a chemistry project. 

Except when you shut your locker door and looked for Peter around the corner, you couldn’t find him anywhere. 

“I swear, if he blows me off for that stupid Stark inter-”

“(Y/N)!” you saw Peter rushing over to you. He smiled from down the hallway, and just the sight made your heart leap out of your body. 

You clutched your books to your chest and waited for him by the doors. He was breathing heavily from running over to you, but the look in his eyes instantly made you frown. 

“You’re not coming with me, are you?” you asked sadly. 

Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. Mr. Stark-”

“I know,” you sighed. “It’s okay.”

Peter pursed his lips, and he looked at you with those damn puppy dog eyes, and you felt like you were melting despite the hurt in your heart. It made it difficult to be mad at him. 

“I can start the project,” you offered. “Just come by after the internship, okay?”

“I feel terrible,” Peter sighed. 

Sirens went off in the distance, and Peter looked out at the street in alarm as if a sudden switch had gone off in his head. He began to back away from you, looking from you to the street in a panic. 

“I’ll see you later! I promise!”

You sighed and watched him run around the corner, disappearing into the crowd of students leaving the school for the day. You turned on your heel and headed home. 


But Peter never showed up that night. You waited, and you got most of the project done out of boredom. But as you looked out the window, the sky got darker, and the city lights illuminated the sky, blocking out the stars. 

You texted him and called him, and stared at your phone waiting for some sort of response, but it never came. You even texted Ned and asked if he had heard from Peter. He hadn’t. 

You considered calling Peter’s aunt May because your nerves were just getting the best of you, but your parents ordered you to get some rest. You wanted to fight them, arguing that Peter could be hurt, but they were having none of it. 

That night you fell asleep with your phone by your head, hoping for some sort of message from Peter. 


“Parker!” you spat as you approached Peter and Ned at their lockers the next morning. You hadn’t slept well at all, as you had nightmares of Peter never coming home all night. You were exhausted and you had bags under your eyes and seeing Peter alive and well at school made your blood boil. 

Peter turned, and looked horrified at the angry expression that was painted on your face. You glared at Ned as a silent order for him to leave, and he quickly grabbed his things before scrambling away. 

“Hey (Y/N)…” Peter said nervously while scratching the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry, I know I messed up, but-”

“I can’t believe you,” you snarled. “I was worried sick!”

Peter blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. “You were worried?” 

“Yes! You idiot! I waited up for you and when you never answered my texts I started to assume the worst! I almost went over to your house but my parents wouldn’t let me. I can’t believe you- wait…why are you smiling?”

Peter was staring at you with a small smile dancing on his lips. There was a twinkle in his eye that made the anger melt away in seconds. You blinked in confusion, and cocked your head to the side. 

“What is it?” you asked, your tone much softer and gentler now. 

“Nothing,” Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I just didn’t think you of all people would worry about me.”

You were taken aback by this. “Are you kidding me? You’re my best friend, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Peter looked up and smiled at you once again. This time, you returned it. 


Peter promised that he would walk you home because he felt so bad for missing out on your chemistry project. He said he would make it up to you, but you didn’t think he would become so attached to you. He began walking you home everyday for the next week. 

He rarely left your side. You’d be lying if you didn’t say he made you blush with almost every comment and remark that he made, and you wished you weren’t so transparent, but damn you were falling for this boy and you couldn’t stop yourself. 

By the time school let out, it was pouring rain and you groaned as you looked outside. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you to school or a sweatshirt as it had been a cloudless morning. You should have checked the forecast.

“Here,” Peter said, placing his sweatshirt over your shoulders before you stepped outside. 

“Peter, no,” you shook your head, trying to give it back, but Peter was relentless and he refused to take it back until you put it on your shoulders. 

“You’ll freeze,” you pointed out.

Peter shrugged. “I’ll survive.”

Your heart fluttered as you looked at him. You wanted to thank him more, but you didn’t know how so instead you walked close to him as you two rushed through the rain towards the train station. 

However, both of your apartment complexes were a few blocks away from the station, and it was quite a walk. You rushed through the streets, laughing like children as the water splashed your feet and legs. You ran ahead of Peter and turned around, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. The water was pelting down, and Peter’s sweatshirt was soaked. At least your hair was dry, but Peter’s was sticking to his forehead and he had to push it out of the way to see you. 

You giggled when he approached you. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, over the loud water. 

You shook your head. “Are you?”

“Freezing.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried. 

Peter laughed and shook his head before pulling you into a tight embrace. You hadn’t been expecting it, and your heart leaped into your throat as you hugged him back. Each of you were soaked to the bone as the rain fell around you, but you had never felt warmer in his arms. 

When you reached your apartment, you went to unzip the jacket, but Peter stopped you with his hand. 

“Keep it,” he said with a small smile.

“But-”

He shook his head. “I have plenty of sweatshirts.”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you felt a surge of confidence, and you leaned forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. Instantly, his cheeks flared up with a bright blush and you smiled as you turned to walk up the stairs to your floor. 

“I’ll see you later,” you said with a small wave.

Peter was standing in the lobby of your apartment complex with a red face and wide eyes, but he managed a wave back with a goofy smile planted on his lips. 

The next day at school he didn’t even bat an eye at Liz.


Once again you waited for Peter by your locker, but he never showed up, only saddening you and causing your heart to sink. After last night, you felt like your heart was beating louder and faster all day. You had texted Peter and talked to him as you normally did, but he was acting different around you. 

Oh, how the tables have turned.

His cheeks would flare up every time you talked to him, and when you bumped shoulders in the hallway you felt like sparks had run up your shoulders. You had hoped to talk to him more about it on your walk home, but instead you got a text from him that read:

Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to catch up with my internship. I’ll see you tomorrow xx 

You sighed and began your lonely walk home. You had been walking with Peter every day for so long that you had to be lying if you hadn’t been accustomed to it. You missed walking by him with your arms brushing and his jokes to keep you entertained. 

However, as you began to walk home from the train station you felt an unusual chill run down your spine. Something wasn’t right. 

You glanced over your shoulder and saw a tall man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood over his head. He was walking briskly, as if he was trying to keep in pace with you. Your breathing became uneven as you struggled to think of a way to get away from him. 

Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called Peter. It went to voicemail immediately so you whispered into the phone, hoping the man wouldn’t hear. 

“Peter, I need you now. There’s a creepy guy following me and I’m scared. Please help,” you whispered-cried into the phone. 

You sent him a few texts as well, but the man was getting closer to you so you began to pick up your pace. However, as soon as you started walking faster so did the man. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt light-headed, but you forced yourself to stay focused. You couldn’t let him know you were afraid. 

You began to run, seeing it as your only option. You were a pretty solid runner, and you felt as though you could get away from the man. You began to outrun him, losing him a few feet behind. But as soon as you thought you were in the clear, you were tackled to the ground and dragged into the nearby alleyway. 

“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to kick at the man, aiming for his balls. He held you down by your wrists and pulled out a knife. 

“Scream again and I’ll kill you,” he growled. 

“You don’t scare me,” you spat before spitting in his face. 

“You bitch!” he cried before raising his knife. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact when suddenly webbing covered the knife, and pulled it out of the man’s hands. 

“Hey buddy I think you’re lost! The douche-bag convention is the next block over!” 

You looked up in alarm at none other than Spider-Man clinging to the wall of the closest building. He held the webbed knife in his hands, before sticking it to the wall in a new webbing. He shot out two webs from his wrists, pulling back the man’s hands and lifting him into the air. He shot him over to the wall of the building, and the man groaned in pain as his back cracked against the bricks. He fell to the ground, unconscious. 

Spider-Man jumped down from the wall and rushed over to you. He held out his hands and helped you to your feet. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically. 

You felt a little shaken, but other than that you were fine. 

“I’m okay,” you said while rubbing your wrists. Spider-Man took one of them in his own hands and ran his fingers over it. 

“Are you sure? I can bring you to a hospital. Or-”

You knew that voice. 

How could you not know the voice of your best friend and probably the love of your life?

Spider-Man stopped talking and looked at you. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“Peter,” you whispered. “Is that you?”

Mobbed

I was prompted to do this by an anon. A little blurb turned into a oneshot. oops. Enjoy a little protective Shawn.

Summary: You and Shawn get mobbed outside your hotel in Brazil.

Word Count: 1.698


It wasn’t the first time you stepped out of a hotel room and you were greeted with Shawn’s fans. It surely wouldn’t be the last. It usually went over smoothly with you simply waving at them, saying a few hello’s and sorry’s because Shawn wasn’t with you at that time. Usually Ava, your bodyguard, escorted you past the handful of fans and got you to a waiting car. Usually, it was a pleasant experience despite the occasional jealous name calling that you had become immune to. Usually.

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Taking Pictures of a Cool Prince by Takuhei

Prompto: “Cold water can’t make you any less hot!” *
Prompto: “That’s it, Prince Noctis!” 

[*Note: What he uses here is ‘mizu mo shitataru ii otoko’, a fun, colorful, and completely goddamn untranslatable idiom. It’s something like “a man who’s still fine if he’s wet,” and basically just means a really handsome guy. If you saw Ouran High School Host Club, this is what Haruhi jokes when she falls in the water near the end.] 

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Comeback - Kai Parker Smut

I smiled, looking up at the afterglow that came with a setting sun in the city.  A busker’s guitar filled the air over the sound of a bustling metropolis, a wave of accomplishment washing over me as I realized I had completed my first day at my new job.

I left everything that didn’t serve me well, including Kai. There hadn’t been a good day ever since, especially since I begged Kai to compell me to forget him because it hurt too much, which he declined. It was all over now anyway and at least I had pushed it in the back of my brain.


I had a brand new wardrobe and a fun apartment overlooking a large body of water. It was all coming out great so far and I tried not to think about Kai too deeply as to backtrack and call him as I had a few nights prior in drunkenness.


I didn’t even remember what I said to him, just that I had woken up with the taste of regret and a call log with Kai’s name on it.


I was hungry as I wandered around. I hadn’t really had a chance to look around after I arrived, what with unpacking and the crippling fear that I’d screw something up at work.


There was nothing to worry about, admittedly. I bought one rose at a stand full of beautiful flowers and tucked it into the pocket of my shirt, continuing to meander the streets.


I finally decided I’d just go back to my apartment and sleep the rest of the night. I had climbed through the flights of stairs, a wonderful smell coming from somewhere, probably in my imagination.


I opened the door, gasping at the sight. All of the cardboard boxes I hadnt unpacked were gone and instead I saw candles placed along the main room. I realized that the smell was coming from my apartment when I saw Kai sitting at my coffee table, pouring wine.


“What are you doing here?” I shut the door behind me quietly, noting the soft music coming from somewhere in the room.


“Can you sit down so I can explain?” He smiled, patting the carpeted floor underneath where he sat. I hesitated, my knees almost becoming weak.


“Get out.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes blinking involuntarily quick. Kai smiled.


“Aren’t you wondering what happened to your little roommate?” Kai said, raising his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.


“What did you do to her?” I frowned, swallowing. Kai was the most capable in the world to do terrible things.


“Nothing. I promise, I didn’t hurt her.” He smiled. “Can’t you see I’m different now? You changed me.”


“Then why are you wasting my time?” I ignored the latter of his words, trying not to show the nervousness I felt as I shifted, wiping my hands on my jeans.


“I thought you wanted me here? You really confused me with that phone call, you know.” I froze, looking away.


“Whatever.” I said frigidly. “Just get out. I don’t want you here now, that’s all that matters.” I sniffled, avoiding eye contact as I opened the door for him to leave. He seemed wounded for a moment, as if his ego had deflated for half a second.


“Wait.” He said. “I love you.” He choked out.


My eyes flickered to his, a silence cast between us, the sound of a gentle song playing in the background next to the sound of the muffled city.


“A good time to tell me that was a long time ago, Kai.” I bit the inside of my lip. Why couldn’t he love me when I hadn’t already moved away and started a new job.


“But I didn’t know that I loved you then. I know now because I missed you so much, you were everywhere but you weren’t. I tried to get you out of my head but I couldn’t.” He breathed. “I love you.”


I felt dizzy. I dropped my bag and closed the door, walking to grab a water in the kitchen. “That’s really too bad, Kai. That you just thought you could walk back in because you wanted to.” I said, blood pumping quickly in my veins.


“I needed to. Just tell me how you get over this so I can leave.” He said. “How could you forget about me?”


“I didn’t, Kai. I’ve always loved you.”


As soon as I said the last four words, my back was on the kitchen table. His hands fanned out quickly above me, removing everything from the table and smashing his mouth against mine.


My fists were in his shirt, my body aching to be touched by his hot hands. He grabbed the rose in my pocket and ripped open my shirt, buttons scattering over the linoleum floor.


Broken glass blurred my vision as he pressed kisses on my neck, pulling my bra down and adorning my breasts as he ran the rose over them.


I created friction between us, wrapping my legs around him and pushing myself against his lower body. He lifted me up as my eyes closed and stumbled into the nearest bedroom, which wasn’t mine.


He threw me on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. He pulled my pants from me, his face hidden in my hair as I pulled his clothes away from him, having his perfect shirtless body all to myself.


I almost fainted as his mouth traced over my chest, my skin rising in temperature as his hands pulled my underwear away.


“I love you.” He breathed, his nose tickling me as he ran his soft wet lips up to my face, pressing an open mouthed kiss on my lips. His heart accelerated under my hand. He leaned over me, his breath shortening.


“Please.” I said in a voice not my own, coated in desperation.


“Of course.” He said softly, his fingers dipping into my ticklish spot, probably not on purpose. I bit my tongue, squirming. He pulled away and undid his belt, my head spinning as he took his jeans off.


I sat up to admire him, blushing and avoiding looking at his hard penis. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my hands behind his back, kissing his chest as he tilted his head back.


He grabbed my arm, running his hand up to grab my wrist. I swallowed as he put my hand on his cock. I looked down at it, my heart beating fast as I involuntarily wrapped my fingers around him.


“Uh… I don’t know what to do.” I licked my lips, shifting my hand. I didn’t mean to offend him but I had little to no experience with male genitalia.


He smiled as my cheeks heated up. “You don’t have to suck it, I just noticed you were a little scared.” He took my hand off and leaned over to kiss me. “Your safe with me.” He smiled, crossing our fingers together, our palms pressed against each other.

His other hand slipped in between my thighs. The faint recall of the taste of spilled wine on his skin as I tasted the pretty skin on his neck, scraping my teeth on him as if I were the vampire. He moaned quietly as I pushed my hips against his hand.

I pushed his hair back with my hand, whisking the sweaty little curls from his forehead. I looked in his eyes as he grabbed his dick, pushing inside me.


Everything was perfectly timed and soft, warm, and wet. I ran my hands to his back, clinging onto him.


“Fuck.” I said softly. “Oh,” I gasped, falling back on my pillow as his body gave into me, rocking back and forth slowly as not to hurt me. My head hit the headboard and I winced, closing my eyes as he trusted hard. “Faster.” I coaxed him.


Kai let out as shaky breath, holding onto my thighs as he drove in me, effortlessly picking up his speed as he fucked me. His eyebrows drew together above me, watching me clutch the unfamiliar bed sheets, twisting around the singularity of our connected bodies.


He growled, pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth as he wiped his brow, fucking me against the mattress like a pro, my breaths in the stifled air.


He opened his mouth and let out a plea as I squeezed around him, my back arching off the bed, my head thrashing back as he froze in place. I let out a throaty moan, relaxing as I came with one last thrust of his body against mine, his hands relaxing their death grip as he came in me.


He collapsed beside me and I rolled over on his arm. “I’d like a few more hours of that.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. He smiled. “I’m not so innocent now, am I?”


“Don’t kid yourself, babe, you’re sweeter than a mango.” He rubbed his thumb over my back. “Me and you in the shower does sound appealing though.”

Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

My masterlist!

[WinterIron] Disarmed

inspired by an unanswered @imaginetonyandbucky prompt: Imagine Bucky seeing the footage from the time Tony disarmed him during CW and it kinda turned him on. (Or alternatively, watching Tony handling weapons give Bucky the hots)

this is nothing like that. basically, Bucky is me in this fic


“Wait.” Bucky speaks suddenly, before he even realizes he means to. He blinks, but figures he might as well continue. “Go back a bit,” he requests, and FRIDAY rewinds the tape he’s watching. “Little more. There, play from there.”

On screen, security footage from the GSG9 headquarters shows Tony Stark confronting the Winter Soldier with only a palm repulsor that was hidden inside his watch.

“Play it again.”

“Buck?” Steve asks, looking at him in concern, but he only holds up his hand, watching the encounter play out intently. When he speaks, it’s to address the AI again.

“Can you slow it down a bunch?”

Obligingly, the footage rewinds and then inches by a few frames at a time.

“Oh my god,” Bucky whispers. “Oh my god, did I hit his sunglasses?”

“Bucky?” Steve asks again. “What’s wrong?”

He stands abruptly, throwing Steve no more than a cursory glance. “Sorry. I need to take a break. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Okay…” Steve sounds worried, but lets him go.

Bucky is not at all ashamed of taking advantage of Steve’s enormous soft spot when it comes to him. Honestly, he’d been okay with it in the days after he’d been unfrozen again, when he’d been overwhelmed by trying to erase his conditioning and untangle his memories with the help of Tony’s BARF technology and he’d barely been able to cope with taking care of himself. Then, it had been a relief to know that Steve would undoubtedly fight in Bucky’s corner to defend him from any and all politicians or press that wanted to accuse him. Now that he’s doing better, though, Steve’s self-appointed role as guardian of Bucky’s boundaries, even from Bucky himself, is starting to grate. He’d had to insist half a dozen times that it would be fine to get Steve to agree to let him review the material that is going in his own damn dossier.

Honestly, if Steve is going to fret over Bucky wanting to influence the arguments that will hopefully convince the world governments that the actions of the Winter Soldier really aren’t his fault, and then fret over Bucky wanting to take a break from reviewing footage that is, admittedly, frequently stomach-churning, he deserves to be taken advantage of.

Bucky stomps down from the viewing room into the workshop.

“Stark. Give me a pistol.”

Tony startles, snapping out of his work zone. “What? You’re not supposed to have them still.”

It’s one of the conditions that allowed them to bring Bucky stateside. Technically, he isn’t supposed to have any weapons at all, but Natasha had secretly slipped him a couple of knives because she understands.

He rolls his eyes. “Something gun-shaped, then. Doesn’t have to be functional.”

Tony considers, then rolls his chair across the floor to a storage bin and digs out an old handgrip prototype. The thing can be loaded with a clip and has both trigger and finger guard, but there’s no firing mechanism and only the most rudimentary of barrels. He hands it over.

Bucky double checks that the gun is disabled and unloaded, and then he levels it at Tony’s chest. “Right. Now take it away from me.”

Tony’s heart kicks up to triple-time as a shock of adrenaline hits his system. He’s been working on moving past his anger towards Barnes. He knows now that the man was a victim, that his parents’ deaths are on HYDRA’s hands. That’s why he fought so hard to get him the BARF, and why he offered to build a new arm. But right now, with a gun and a deadly glare pointed at him, it’s hard not to see the terrifying enemy Barnes was all those months ago. He barely notices the watch repulsor unfold in an automatic response to his distress.

“What?” Tony croaks.

“Take the gun away from me,” Bucky says patiently.

Tony stands, and reaches up to grasp the barrel.

No.”

He flinches as if the forceful tone of Barnes’ voice had been a gunshot.

“If this had been combat, I would have shot you already.” In the middle of a battle, with fear and adrenaline and chaos working against him, Bucky could understand Tony’s response; but if this is how he approaches disarming someone when he has all the time in the world to react? Bucky’s got no clue what Howard was doing, raising Tony to take over a weapons manufacturing empire without teaching him basic gun safety. “First rule of disarming someone: don’t get shot. Step to the side.”

Tony’s brow furrows as if he wants to argue. Internally, Bucky rolls his eyes. It would be just like Tony to protest because he’s worried about collateral damage to whoever might be standing behind him. Fortunately, he doesn’t say anything, and even better, he knows to step to the outside of Bucky’s extended arm.

Bucky nods. “Now turn and grab the back of the gun with your left hand. Jam your fingers in front of where the hammer would be. It might hurt, but not as much as getting shot.”

Tony follows directions. It’s good advice; blocking the hammer will prevent the gun from firing, even if the trigger’s been pulled. He still has no clue why the hell Barnes has taken it upon himself to apparently teach him this.

Now grab the front of the barrel. Twist it away from you and around towards my body.”

Tony finds himself abruptly holding on to the prototype. Barnes’ expression shifts into what might be a smile on anyone else, and he holds out his hand. Tony doesn’t give him back the gun, though, instead opting to stare suspiciously.

“No offense, Robocop, but why are we doing this?”

Bucky presses his lips together and looks away. “FRIDAY, is it possible to play the footage I was just watching down here?”

“Certainly, Sgt. Barnes.”

A video window pops up on one of the holoscreens, already looping the segment that Bucky had been rewatching. Tony blinks at it, frowns.

“So…what? You didn’t like my style?”

Bucky stares at him. He cannot believe this man sometimes, but usually that statement is accompanied by less exasperation and more being awestruck. “You put your hand in front of the barrel, Stark.”

Tony holds up his hand, still covered by the repulsor, and wiggles his fingers. “Yeah, but I had one of these on.”

“And what if you hadn’t? What happens if you get caught without it one day?”

“I won’t.” Tony knows he won’t because he always wears the watch now.

Things are tense in the Facility. He might be working towards forgiving Barnes, but outside of their regularly scheduled workshop meetings, he avoids the man. Partly because it’s awkward and he doesn’t really know how Barnes feels about him, but mostly because he’s pretty much glued to Steve’s side. And Steve…Steve, Tony still has nightmares about. Steve and his team he fought to bring to the table on the new Accords and he fought to bring them home, but he has not completely forgiven them. (They’re here because deep down, Tony still knows that something is coming—and they’re going to need all the help they can get.)

“You can’t know that! You get into the habit of grabbing guns like that, the one day you don’t have your protection, you’re gonna get shot, and if you’re lucky that bullet’s not gonna be pointed at your face. Hell, I already hit your sunglasses.”

Tony is not at all sure how to respond to that, so he says, “You didn’t, actually. Hit my glasses. It looks like that in the footage, but the bullet didn’t make it past the barrel.”

Bucky cannot even be relieved that he didn’t hit Tony. “That’s not the point. What if it had damaged your repulsor?”

“I was 98.9 percent certain that wouldn’t happen,” Tony hedges.

“And if it had? What happens when your repulsors fail?”

He resists the urge to say they never fail, because he might be a genius engineer but part of that is knowing that things always fail. “It…wouldn’t have exploded. Probably.”

Bucky grits his teeth. Honestly, it’s like Tony has never had someone care about his safety before. “Probably.”

Tony nods. He’s still a little confused by this whole thing. “Most likely.”

Bucky holds out his hand for the gun prototype. “Do it again.”

Tony hands the gun back and lets Barnes make him repeat the motions over and over, retracting the watch repulsor while he’s at it. Somehow, he doesn’t feel like he came out on top of that conversation. He feels off-balance, like he still needs to defend himself. Before he can really think about it, he finds himself saying, “Even if I did damage my repulsor—which, there’s only a one-point-one percent chance of that happening—there’s enough mass in there that a bullet wouldn’t exit my hand with enough force to kill me afterwards.”

Bucky shakes his head, bringing his left hand up to brace the butt of the gun. The motions are exactly the same, but Tony needs to learn not to let the different grip throw him off. “Not acceptable.”

Tony fakes a bright grin. “Worried about me?”

“Yes.”

That gives him more of a pause than Barnes adding in his other hand had, but fortunately at this point the motions of repeatedly disarming him have become almost automatic. “I know,” he says faux-sympathetically, “if I get my hand shot, there’s no one to fix up your arm anymore.”

Bucky is silent for a while after that as they work, wondering what the hell he’s going to do with this man in front of him. He makes Tony disarm him on the opposite side, switching his grip every couple of repetitions. He knows Tony avoids him, but Bucky doesn’t avoid him in return, not anymore. He sees the new lines in Tony’s face every time they have another session. He sees how he works his fingers to the bone on Bucky’s arm, on Rhodes’ leg braces, on Spider-man’s suit, on keeping them all safe and free. He sees that Tony is very much not okay but he keeps going anyway, and Bucky tells himself that it is possible. That he can do it too. He doesn’t understand how no one else seems to notice that what Tony does is extraordinary. He doesn’t understand how anyone can take him for granted.

Finally he says quietly, “You love building things.”

Tony drops his hands from where they were raised to take the gun again, staring.

Bucky lowers his arm. “I don’t want you to get shot because then you wouldn’t be able to do what you love.”

Tony has never, in his life, been told to make things for the joy of making them. Make yourself useful, yes. Make profit. Make things so the Avengers will stick around because he’s not a hero and he’s not a team player but he sure as hell can make fancy toys to take out the bad guys. Make things because people want them from you, and if you keep doing it for long enough, they start to expect them from you. Except the truth is, Tony does love it. He loves pushing the limits of possibility. He loves creation, he loves knowledge. He’s resigned himself to giving what he makes to those who will never truly appreciate them. And now there is this man who wants nothing from him except for Tony’s own safety and possibly his continued happiness.

Bucky sets the gun prototype down on a table. “Practice what I showed you. Until you can do it automatically no matter what. Natasha will help.” He turns to leave, then pauses. Sucking up his courage, he says, “I care about you.”

Tony stands there alone in the middle of his workshop long after Bucky has gone, utterly disarmed.

RFA+V+ Unknown First Kisses

Taking requests so don’t be shy :)

Yoosung 

  •  he probably hasn’t kissed anyone before
  •  he’s precious and you don’t mind
  •  it was after your first date
  •  he was too shy the entire time to make a move but he refused to go home without making one
  •  he walked you home since it was late 
  • “Thanks for walking me home, Yoosung. It means a lot.” You gave him the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lol 
  • “O-Oh… It’s was nothing.” He blushed. “Maybe we can do this again… I-If you want to! You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course-I just thought-you know.. if you had a good time and st-stuff…I had a a great ti- 
  •  you kissed him lol 
  • he was a blushing mess
  •  But this did make it a lot easier for him. He became dominant real quick
  • He backed you up against your door, gripping your waist.
  • "You don’t know…how long I’ve been trying…to get my fucking hands on you this evening..” He muttered in between your mouths.
  •  what vulgar language yoosung lawd

 Zen

  •  He asked you out of course 
  •  he’s a gentlemen
  •  until the beast comes out *howl noises*
  •  movies and then a walk in the park after dinner and such • there was a stray cat
  •  *speed walks with your hand in his*
  • “Zen slow down!” You say.
  •  "Sorry. It’s just there was a cat.“
  •  *huffs and puffs*
  •  you both decide to sit on a bench together under the moonlight
  •  "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He says, turning to you.
  •  "Mhmm..“ you nod.
  • "Just like you..” His finger tilts your chin up to his. His mouth brushes against yours before going in for the full kiss
  •  It got pretty heated 
  •  like tongue and all that
  •  you were a little bold, started feeling up on his chest and such
  • “Don’t.. I’ll end up taking you home. I won’t be able to control myself..” He panted.
  •  it’s okay daddy I don’t mind 


 Jaehee

  •   this ones cute af
  •  you guys have a movie night at her house
  •  you brought drinks
  •  it was great
  •  til you both got drunk
  •  you were way more wasted then she was
  •  everyone’s a little gay when they’re drunk
  •  "Jaehee you’re the best.. like the best of the best..“ you manage to say 
  •  "Thank you, but MC.. it seems you’ve over done it a little.” She chuckles.
  •  she’s so cute
  •  she thinks you’re cute
  •  you give her the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) woyyy
  •  You lean in a little closer and BAM
  •  lesbo kisses
  •  Surprisingly she gives in
  •  She didn’t think you’d remember any of it
  • it got pretty heated, boob to boob stuff lol 
  •  "Mhmm.. MC, not there… wait did you just unhook my bra?“
  •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

 Jumin 

  •   DADDY
  •   he kisses you first of course
  •   it was at dinner at his place
  •   "Why go out to dinner when I have the best chefs to offer here, MC.”
  •   it’s okay Daddy I go wherever you go
  •   he feeds you food
  •   it’s great
  •   Until you spill wine on your dress
  •   Clumsy ass
  •   “I’ll get you a new dress at once." 
  •   "No Jumin it’s okay- 
  •  You’re half naked and waiting for a new dress now in another room. 
  •  "How does it fit MC?” He says through the other side of the door.
  •   “It feels good. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble though.” You said, opening the door.
  •   He’s speechless 
  •  "You look stunning, MC.“ He bites his lip.
  •  You noticed and looked away, blushing. • Before you know it you’re pinned against the wall.
  •  • Daddy wait- 
  •  "I’ve been holding back all evening. I can’t anymore. You’re… you’re ust too breathtaking." 
  •  Daddy yes-
  •  His hands glide towards your hips, feeling you up just a bit. His lips connect with yours, hot and warm.
  • You just got that new dress but sis you might be taking it off very soon oops- 

707

  •  hacker daddy hello
  •  this one actually happened on accident
  •  you both were buddies but of course you liked each other 
  • you’d come over to his house to chill 
  •  yeah to CHILL
  •  you’re pretty shy and so is he sometimes
  •  you’d brought over takeout because you kept insisting he needed a break from working so much
  •  he always insists that he doesn’t need it but since it’s you he gives in 
  •  "Fine, I’ll eat with you. But I really gotta get this done so afterwards you gotta leave." 
  • •pouts
  •  "Don’t give me that look, MC.” He said, taking out his portion of the food.
  •  pouts
  •  "Fine, you can stay but don’t bother me.“ He gives in once again. 
  •  "Yay! I’ll got get some drinks.” You say, all giddy-like. 
  • • you grabbed some DOCTA PEPPA And made your way back to him
  • • *slips because you have socks on and you’re clumsy* 
  •  You’re laid up on top of him in between his legs
  •  "oh shit" the Dr Pepper is on the floor 
  •  oh and y'all are literally one centimeter away from each other’s lips
  • I kid you not
  • “I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-” You stutter and try to get away.
  •  error error
  • he can’t think right now either
  •  you try and get off of him but slip on the floor again because of the Dr Pepper can
  • your lips connect 
  •  neither of you move at this point 
  •  until something ignites within him and he’s grabbing you by the shoulders now, flipping you over.
  •  "I can’t resist you anymore.. please just let me have this.“ 
  •  yes papi you can have me


 V (JIYHUN)

  • DADDY AGAIN
  •  This one is cute af
  •   you guys are in the park because he wanted to take pictures since it was the spring 
  • he’s taking pictures of the flowers and everything as it blooms before his eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hohoho 
  •  you’re just enjoying looking at the flowers
  •  you were just happy to be with him although he wasn’t paying you any mind
  •  or so you thought
  •  cutie pie was taking pictures of you and the flowers
  •  you didn’t even notice until a while later when called out to you 
  • "MC, smile. You look gorgeous." 
  •  you blush 
  •  "You’re supposed to be taking pictures of the flowers and scenery.” You say, embarrassed. 
  •  "I can’t help it.“ He chuckled. "You’re beautiful, just like all these flowers in bloom when you smile like that." 
  •  you didn’t even realize how close he was until you finally looked up from the ground, a complete blushing mess.
  •  "Don’t look at me like that.” You say. “It makes me nervous." 
  •  "Mhmm.." 
  •  He tilts your chin upwards and gives you some good ass lip girl 
  •  good kisser if I must add 
  • he’s all slow like and you’re lost in heaven
  • he’s so smooth you don’t even realize there’s some tongue in there
  •  "Sorry if I’m being forward. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
  •   no no it’s okay I love you 
  •  really want the v route now man 

 Unknown (Saeran)

  •   extra cute because it happened unexpectedly 
  •  for you anyways 
  •  y'all went to the movies
  •  he didn’t care he let you pick 
  •  you were feeling bold so you picked out a scary movie
  •  you got scared 
  •  snuggled into his arm, boobs and all
  •  he felt them titties girl 
  •  he didn’t care enough to tell you to get off him though 
  •  after the movie you decided to hold hands while you went to get some ice cream 
  •  ice cream clerk was young and handsome
  •  Saeran: *death glares here and there* the ice cream man didn’t pay him any mind 
  • “What can I get a lovely lady such as yourself? Strawberry? Vanilla?" 
  • "Vanilla, with sprinkles.” You grinned. Not even noticing that he was flirting with you. • He handed you the cone. “Here you go, gorgeous." 
  •  "Thank you- 
  • Saeran takes the cone for you and smashes his lips to yours.
  •  wait wuttt 
  • you couldn’t even speak 
  •  "I’ll also have the Vanilla- no sprinkles." 
  •  slick boi
Shoot to Kill (Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

what do you do when your chimera ex boyfriend, who is still in love with you, comes back from hell and is now working with the werewolf, who is also in love with you, and you’re not sure which one you like more? Sounds like something from a movie right? Add on a alpha werewolf brother and a bunch of professional hunters trying to kill you guys and you have my life.

“an abandoned zoo?” I questioned looking at Liam.

“it’s perfect for the plan as long as everyone does what their supposed too.” Liam said glancing at Theo behind me.  

“I assume you mean me? Don’t worry I’m a big boy I can handle myself.” Theo said smirking at Liam.

“alright it’s time, call Mason.” I said looking at my watch.

The plan had to work it just had too. Theo, Liam, and myself were to lure the hunters to the zoo whilst Scott, Malia, and Lydia destroyed the guns at Gerard’s armory. Liam pulled out his phone stepping away to call Mason

“you sure this is going to work?” Theo asked stepping closer to me.

“let’s hope.” I said looking at Theo.

“look y/n..” Theo started but Liam came back around the corner making him stop.

“Nolan bought it he’s following Mason.” Liam said coming over to me.

He placed himself in between me and Theo making it very awkward. I just hoped Mason was soon here.

“well let’s say this plan doesn’t work and they catch us, do you have an escape plan? I am not dying here.” Theo said crossing his arms.

“the plan will work.” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“well what if it doesn’t are you really going to risk her life?” Theo asked pointing to me.

“she isn’t yours to worry about anymore.” Liam sassed.

I rolled my eyes at them. First of all Hello I’m standing right here!? Secondly, they were constantly fighting over me and honestly I was getting sick and tired of it. I knew I should pick someone but that was the last thing that I wanted to think about right now.

“stop both of you, here comes Mason.” I said walking away from both boys.

Mason pulled up popping the trunk open. Theo and I grabbed the blankets and pillows while Liam asked about Nolan’s whereabouts.

“should I stay to help?” Mason asked looking at all three of us.

“his friends shoot to kill, go home.” Theo said nodding at Mason.

“yeah totally, Lydia would kill me if I damaged her car.” Mason said nervously laughing.

I could tell he was worried about us.

“don’t worry Mason we’ll be okay, Nolan’s going to do the rest.” I said patting his shoulder.

“I hear the car we have to go.” Theo said grabbing my arm.

We ran in the zoo hiding behind a concrete wall. I was in between Theo and Liam making it awkward. Nolan pulled up getting out with two hunters getting out behind him.

“wait why is it only Nolan and two other guys?" Theo said looking between me and Liam.

"there should be about twenty of them where’s the backup?” I asked peeking around the corner.

“I’m telling you, I saw Mason bringing supplies here. Where is everyone else? This is a whole pack, a banshee and an alpha we need backup.” Nolan said.

The two other hunters looked at each other and then at Nolan.  They didn’t believe him.

“there were at least six sleeping bags okay they’re here they’re all here.” Nolan again protested.

“they only saw us and they’re not going to believe Nolan.” Liam said frustrated.

“okay, then they have to believe us. ISN’T THAT RIGHT.” Theo said screaming the last part.

Liam and I turned around quickly, disbelief in our eyes.

“Theo why are you yelling?” I asked gripping his arm.

“YOU GOT A PROBLEM? OH RIGHT YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PROBLEM.” Theo screamed at Liam.

I looked around the corner seeing the hunters and Nolan looking at the zoo.

“dude what the hell are you doing?” Liam growled.

“SHUT UP!” Theo screamed making Liam flinch.

Theo grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Liam in the face.

“YOU SEE THAT SCOTT YOUR LITTLE BETA CAN’T EVEN TAKE A PUNCH. WHAT DO YOU THINK MALIA” Theo shouted.

Liam started to breath heavily.

“Theo are sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked but I was ignored.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME.” Theo continued to shout.

Liam and I looked at the hunters who were very interested now.

“okay I get what you’re doing but did you actually have to punch me?” Liam asked holding his jaw.

Theo punched him again. I could hear Nolan and the hunters coming closer. It was working. They were buying it, but they still needed more convincing.

“keep going.” I said to the boys.

Liam got angry and ran at Theo. He tried to push Theo against the concrete wall but Theo reversed it.

“SEE WHAT I MEAN SCOTT? HE’S ONLY GOOD IN A FIGHT WHEN HE’S ANGRY. SO LET’S SEE JUST HOW ANGRY HE GETS.” Theo taunted Liam.

I didn’t want to be anywhere near these two fighting and honestly I probably should’ve broken it up but we needed to convince the hunters and they needed to work on getting along. I backed up as Liam growled at Theo. Theo punched him in the face again making Liam livid. They fought for a little causing a lot of commotion. Liam got a couple of good shots in breaking Theo’s nose. Finally Theo scratched Liam’s stomach and both boys collapsed pretty exhausted.

“Are you done, or should we keep going.” Liam growled looking at his shirt.

“we gotta call for backup.” one of the hunters said making me smile.

 "I think they’re sold.“ I said coming over to the boys.

They both looked like hell. Liam had a bloody nose and his shirt was ripped and soaked with blood. Theo had a black and blue mark around his eye and blood dripping from his nose.

 "you ripped my t-shirt.” Liam said holding his shirt.

“yeah you broke my nose. twice. it healed and you broke it again. two times.” Theo said holding up two fingers.

Liam looked at me and then Theo. Liam grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Theo in the face again and knocking him to the ground.  

“three times.” Liam said smirking at Theo.

I rolled my eyes. They really were ridiculous.

“come on you two, backup arriving any minute.” I said helping Theo off the ground.

“we should split up and look for the back up to come.” Liam said.

Theo nodded his head before grabbing my hand.

“what do you think you’re doing?” Liam asked looking at Theo.

“taking her with me, she’s only human and these guys shoot to kill remember.” Theo said starting to walk away but Liam grabbed my other hand pulling me back.

“which is why she’s going with me.” Liam said pulling me too him.

“I don’t think so.” Theo said pulling me back to him.

“okay I really don’t think you guys get the concept of splitting up, meaning we all go different ways.” I said rolling my eyes and pushing the boys off of me.

“you can’t protect yourself, these guys they..” Theo started but I interrupted him.

“shoot to kill yeah I know that already.” I said rolling my eyes.

“for once I agree with him. Go with one of us please.” Liam pleaded.

I rolled my eyes before taking off I could hear footsteps behind me and saw Theo catching up with me.

“you punched him didn’t you?” I asked.

“yeah.” Theo said smirking proud of himself.

We walked all over the zoo but haven’t found any sign of more people showing. We ran up a set of stairs to be met by Liam at an opening in the walls.

“there’s still three of them, it’s been half an hour.” Liam said.

“well don’t blame me, you’re the one that picked the abandoned zoo. What the hell are we doing in this place anyways?” Theo said.

“because, it’s like Mykonos.” Liam said.

“like what?” Theo said clearly confused.

“Mykonos, it’s a greek island. In the city they built these long narrow winding streets that all run in to each other. Invaders would get lost in them like a maze deciding which way to go.” I said.

both boys looked at me in shock.

“what? I enjoy history.” I said looking at both of them

Theo looked at me smiling and then surprisingly at Liam.

“I’m impressed Liam, it’s a good idea.” Theo said looking at him.

“yeah well only if the invaders actually show up.” Liam said looking defeated.

I grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. Suddenly there were four black SUV’s pulling up to the zoo.

“I think they just showed up.” Theo said glancing down below.

I noticed the familiar faces of Gerard Argent and Tamara Monroe. I couldn’t help the rage I felt towards them. Theo grabbed my hand walking away from the opening.

“lets go.” He said to Liam.

Liam didn’t move though.

“we’re supposed to be decoys not target practice.” I said grabbing Liam’s arm but he jerked away from me making me take a step back.

“still working on that anger.” Theo asked pulling me behind him.

“I’m fine.” Liam growled.

“well you can be angry at Nolan and stay alive, come on.” Theo said grabbing his shoulder but again Liam jerked away.

“fine get caught, but I’m not dying and I’m not letting her die either.” Theo said grabbing my hand and walking away.

“Theo wait we can’t just leave him here.” I said stopping.

“He’s making his own choice. I’m not letting you get hurt.” Theo said trying to pull me with him again.

I dug my heels in the ground giving him a look.

“fine, we’ll find him.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

We walked around the zoo finally finding Liam hiding behind a tree. He was looking at someone. Nolan. Theo went up behind him yanking him back.

“if you keep staring at him like that he’s going to see you. Get back.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

Liam rolled his eyes and peered around the tree again.

“we’re not dying out here because you want revenge on some kid who kicked your ass.” Theo said pulling Liam back.

“Liam please.” I pleaded.

Liam looked at me with sympathy filled eyes. Theo grabs his arm and yanks him away.

“let go.” Liam growled.

“calm down.” Theo growled back.

“I said let go.” Liam said flashing his golden irises.

“what’s going on with you?” I asked Liam as Theo dropped his arm.

Liam was angry, I knew that but now he was just acting stupid.

“this can’t just be Nolan something around here is triggering you.” I added stepping closer to him.

Theo quickly pulled me back earning a glare from myself.

“I’m fine.” Liam said breathing heavily.

“what is it? The hunters? You don’t like cages? You scared of heights?” I added.

I could tell I was pushing it now but I honestly wanted to know.

“I said I’m fine!” Liam snapped.

I was taken back. Liam never snapped at me, no matter how angry he was. Scott used to say he was only calm when he was with me.

“y/n.” Theo said pointing behind Liam.

Suddenly Nolan appeared holding a loaded crossbow.

“their up here!” Nolan called.

Liam growled tackling Nolan off the enclosure of the zoo. Theo and I jumped back in shock. We quickly run down to where they are to see Liam wolfed out and repeatedly punching the wall behind him. Theo walks over punching Liam in the head and knocking him out.

“I’d run.” I told Nolan looking at him with hard eyes.

Theo and I drag Liam to the car setting him in the back seat. Theo starts driving away from the zoo.

“thanks for saving him.” I said glancing at Liam and then looking at Theo.

“yeah I didn’t do it because I wanted too.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

There was an awkward silence that spread through the car. Every time Liam stirred Theo would knock him out again. Theo pulled the car to the side of the road, breathing heavily.

“are you okay?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“okay I can’t take this awkward silence. I am probably the last person in the world that deserves you, I know that, but I also know that everything I said to you, everything we had it was real it was all real. I don’t want to die, not like this, I needed to tell you how much I’m in love with you.” Theo said getting closer to me. 

I was silent, taking in everything he just said. Theo looked at my lips slowly leaning forward. I didn’t know why but I leaned in too. We were about to kiss when Liam groaned loudly from the backseat.

“why are we stopped?” Liam asked sitting up and rubbing his head.

“uh we thought it was about time you woke up.” I said rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“ouch my head hurts.” Liam said rubbing his head.

“I had to knock you out.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

“yeah, how many times?” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“five.” Theo said smirking.

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“thanks buddy.” Liam said sarcastically.

“yeah no problem pal.” Theo said still smirking.

“are you okay?” I asked turning around in my seat to look at Liam.

“No, I almost killed Nolan.” Liam said looking down at his hands.

“yeah but you didn’t you broke your hands trying not too, Liam that takes a lot of restraint.” I said giving him a smile.

“except next time you come up with a plan you probably shouldn’t pick somewhere that triggers a murderous rage.” Theo said pulling in to my driveway.

“have to agree with him there.” I said.

“I didn’t know that would happen.” Theo defended.  

“you didn’t bring me along because you wanted to spend time with me Liam, the Anuk-lte is affecting you isn’t it.” Theo said looking at me and then Liam.

“it causes fear, not anger.” Liam said brushing him off.

“well Liam you only feel one emotion at a time which is why you get angry whenever you’re afraid.” I said afraid of what he might say next.

Liam took a deep breath like he was contemplating what I just said.

“If the Anuk-lte is doing that to me, what is it doing to everyone else?” Liam said looking at us.

I saw the lights turn on in my house. We walked in to be greeted by a somber mood. Liam, Theo and I looked at everyone knowing their plan didn’t work as well as ours.

“the guns they were all gone.” Chris Argent said looking down at the ground.

I stormed out of the living room feeling very defeated. I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks. I was about to loose everyone I loved and cared about. I was going to have to learn how to live without Liam and Theo and I didn’t know if I could do that. I felt someone wrapping their arms around me. I looked up and Liam was looking at me with sympathy. We stood their for a little bit just holding each other.

“I can’t lose you.” I said my voice cracking with the pain I was feeling.

“you aren’t going to lose me. I love you.” Liam said kissing my forehead.

“can I interrupt?”

I got out of Liam’s arms looking at Theo in the doorway.

“I guess.” Liam said.

Liam leaned down kissing my lips quickly. I felt my lips tingle from where he pulled his away. He walked out of the kitchen bumping shoulders with Theo. Theo rolled his eyes watching him leave.

“isn’t he pleasant.” Theo said walking over to me.

I wiped some more stray tears as they fell down my cheeks.

“are you okay?” Theo asked pulling me in for a hug.

I shook my head yes but the tears that fell down my face betrayed me.

“I just feel like no matter what we do we can’t win.” I said crying.

“we’re not giving up. we fight until we can’t fight anymore.” Theo said grabbing my shoulders.

“I have a feeling not everyone is going to make it. What if they get you? I don’t want you to leave again.” I admitted.

“please, have I ever backed down from a challenge?” Theo said giving me his famous pretty boy smirk.

“can’t say that you have.” I said laughing a little bit.

“you however are the toughest challenge I’ve faced yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“me?” I questioned smirking at him.

“I feel like every time I’m close to winning you back, Liam slips right through the cracks stealing you away from me.” He said resting his forehead on mine.

“you never asked me how I feel.” I said looking in his eyes.

“how do you feel?” Theo asked smirking.

“I could show you better than I could tell you.” I smirked back.

I grabbed Theo by the back of the neck pulling his lips down on mine. He kissed me back with a passion and a hunger like he never had before. I pulled away slowly biting my lip.

“so Liam hasn’t won yet.” He said laughing.

I was about to respond when I heard the front door slam open. I grabbed Theo’s hand walking back out to living room.

“dad what are you doing here?” I questioned looking at my dad.

Scott came down the stairs looking at him too.

“the guns are gone.” our dad said looking at us.

“yeah we know." Scott said.

"no I mean they’ve been distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” our dad said.

Lydia was looking far off like she was having a premonition.

“everyone get down!” She yelled.

Suddenly a bullet flew through our window. Theo yanked me down covering me with his body. Liam crawled over making sure I was completely covered. The bullets kept coming. I felt the tears rush down my cheeks as the two boys held me.

“It’ okay, it’s okay.” Theo cooed in my ear.

Nothing was okay. Finally the bullets stopped. We all sat up inspecting the damage. Theo and Liam pulled me up and everyone just stood looking at each other. That’s when I felt it. Blood. I collapsed on the floor my breathing becoming rapid.

“y/n!” Theo shouted dropping down.

“No no no.” Liam repeated tears falling from his eyes. 

I had it wrong all along. I was the one going to die. Theo and Liam were going to have to learn to live without me.

Leo: This envelope contains my inheritance from my uncle, he died a year ago. He was so rich, he had a whole room in his house just to eat in.

Hazel: You mean like a dining room?

Leo: Yeah. But in Manhattan.

Hazel: Oh, dang.

Leo: Now, just because I’m definitely rich now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget my roots. You all get something, so fire away.

Jason: Leo, your friendship is gift enough for me.

Percy: Friendship is crap. I want a Ducati Monster 821.

Leo: All right, Percy gets a motorcycle.

Annabeth: Oh, cool, I want a fast sports car.

Leo: Come on, you can be honest.

Annabeth: I want old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list.

Leo: There you go. Now, let’s find out what I’m worth… Ah, I’m too nervous. Piper, you do it.

Piper: [Opens the envelope] It’s stock, one million shares!

Leo: Oh, my God!

Piper:… Of Blockbuster Video stock.

[Piper hands the folder back and everyone goes back to work in disappointment.]

Leo: What? Is that bad? I still have a Blockbuster card. WHAT HAPPENED TO BLOCKBUSTER?!