he looks like someone punched a kitten in front of him

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

originally from frommemetoyou

  • [text] Are you lost?
  • [text] NO! That was a typo
  • [text] Did you buy it?
  • [text] I think I’m a mermaid
  • [text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me. 
  • [text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead
  • [text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.
  • [text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
  • [text] It was an accident.
  • [text] lol fuk da police
  • [text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)
  • [text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!
  • [text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
  • [text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
  • [text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?
  • [text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
  • [text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
  • [text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 
  • [text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
  • [text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(
  • [text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
  • [text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
  • [text] Do you know where I am?
  • [text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!
  • [text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
  • [text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
  • [text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
  • [text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.
  • [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
  • [text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home
  • [text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.
  • [text] My dick just got serenaded.
  • [text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.
  • [text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates
  • [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
  • [text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???
  • [text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!
  • [text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
  • [text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
  • [text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
  • [text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!
  • [text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.
  • [text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.
  • [text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
  • [text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox
  • [text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.
  • [text] I think I got married last night?
  • [text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.
  • [text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
  • [text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
  • [text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
  • [text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere
  • [text] You’re my hero
  • [text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
  • [text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?
  • [text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?
  • [text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.
  • [text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.
  • [text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.
  • [text] She high fived me out of pity
  • [text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
  • [text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
  • [text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…
  • [text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
  • [text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
  • [text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
  • [text] It may or may not have been your sister…
  • [text] It may or may not have been your brother…
  • [text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all
  • [text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…
  • [text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?
  • [text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.
  • [text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.
  • [text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.
  • [text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
  • [text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox
  • [text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro
  • [text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”
  • [text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
  • [text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.
EXO Mafia Reaction: When they see someone flirting with their girlfriend

||| Anon asked: Please can you make more mafia EXO reactions? I don’t know like another men was flirting with their girl. I like when they get posessive over their girl |||

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunas

He is the type to practically cling to you, so when this guy approached you he was only a step away. He threw him a glare.

“I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?”

Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by icallhimbangjamesbang

He didn’t let you out of his sight the whole night, keeping every man at bay from a distance.

“I swear if one more guy tries to approach her, blood will be spilled…”

Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by sehunicorne

The guy was quickly taken care of and he kept you by his side for the rest of the party.

“I think I made a pretty good example, what would happen to those who dared flirt with you.”

D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by kyungso

He came up to you two in quick steps.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Do you have a single fucking clue who you’re talking to?”

Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by fyifan

When he saw you all giggly around this guy, he called you over in an instant.

“Jagi, why are you letting him flirt with you like that? I thought you’re for my eyes only.”

Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

He didn’t say anything, just dragged this guy away for a ‘quick talk’.

“I will teach you what it means to flirt with her.”

Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by jonginization

He chuckled as he embraced you from behind, kissing your neck. He looked the guy in the eyes.

“She’s mine. Back off.”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

He quickly dragged you way, his hand wrapped around your waist.

“You should be careful who you talk to kitten, you don’t want me getting jealous, right?”


Originally posted by meiren-menglu

He didn’t want to get his hands dirty, so he signalled his men to take the guy out, turning you around to face him.

“I don’t think you want to see what happens next.”

Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

He wasted no time, getting straight to shooting the guy in the leg. When he fell down on the ground, he picked him up by the collar.

“I’m so close to killing you right now, so you better get your ass out of here. Fast.”

Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He was so jealous, he was about to burst. He pulled you to him and passionately kissed you right there in front of everyone.

“I have to who who you really belong to.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

He watched the flirting ensue from a distance but when the guy touched you, he snapped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, punching the guy in the face.

Game’s on!

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.


*smut, so read carefully

Word Count: 1577

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Vampire Bat Boyfriend

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for vampires and a few for a bat monster, so vampire bat is here!

  It’s dark when you get home, then again it always is. You use to think working the late shift would be easy and fun, it’s only you and your coworkers in the store. You didn’t consider that the walk home would be so terrifying. You’ve started keeping your box cutter with you in your bag as well as a can of pepper spray on your keychain. You would ask your coworkers for a ride home, but some of them are gone before you even lock the front door.

  That was before though. Now as you make your way home you hear the familiar flapping above you and as you stop to look up he lands before you. He kneels then stands, towering above you as he kneels down and kisses you.

  “Did you just wake up?” You ask as you wipe the crust from the corners of his eyes, having to stand on tip-toe to reach.

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the-darkhunter  asked:

Hey there :-) Can you make me a rec list about firefighter sterek please? Thanks ;-)

sure! here are some cute and lovely fics that you might haven’t seen before, hopefully you’ll enjoy them!

stiles is a firefighter

  • You Are My Fire by omelet (Not Rated, 8k)  Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.
  • untitled by bleep0bleep (T, 1k)  Laura punches him playfully in the shoulder, chuckling. “Dude, lighten up on the staff here. It’s not their fault they think you’re one of the dudes going in the calendar.” 
  • start a fire in your heart by dedougal (E, 6k)  Stiles wants nothing more than to keep his head down and get on with his job as a firefighter. Of course, that’s when his photo ends up on the front pages, drawing attention from places he thought he’d left behind.

derek is a firefighter

  • until the clock strikes midnight again by decideophobia (T, 5k) Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”Stiles drops his pen.
  • untitled by pantstomatch (T, 3k)  Stiles is not stuck. To random passers-by it could appear that he is stuck, but he’s completely capable of getting down off this motherfucking tree all by himself. There was absolutely no reason to call the fire department, Isaac, given that they have a perfectly serviceable ladder in the garage, and Stiles totally has the agility of a jungle cat. Climbing down this tree should be a piece of cake. It’s just that, you know: tiny kitten.
  • stop, drop and roll by thepsychicclam (M, 12k)  Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
  • boy in blue by kaihire (G,5k)  Stiles gets injured on the job because he’s just awesome like that, and it turns out his usual massage therapist isn’t in. Unfortunately, the masseur who’s replacing him is precisely the reason Stiles ended up getting hurt in the first place.
  • untitled by thepsychicclam (T,2k)  stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.
  • everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M, 7k)  What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing?
  • just when you think you’re in control by trilliastra (T, 2k) While Josh rushes to grab his things and Stiles tries to clean some of the mess on Josh’s table, the door opens with a bang and suddenly Derek Hale is running inside, disheveled and clearly upset.Stiles would feel sorry for him – and in another situation, he would even stop to admire Derek’s perfect body and face – but he crushed a little boy’s heart and that’s unforgivable.
    In which Stiles thinks Derek is the worst uncle when he’s, actually, the best.
  • Through Fire by hazelNuts (G, 1k) “‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles’ side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he’s old and almost blind please save him"Derek watches as Boyd tries to stop a man from running back into the burning apartment building. Boyd towers over him, but the guy is a fighter and his colleague is having some real trouble holding him back. The guy is aiming for the places he knows he will hurt the firefighter the most, his crotch, his solar plexus. He even tries to kick him in the knees. This isn’t going to end well for either man if someone doesn’t stop that guy soon.
  • Emergency Hugs by LadyDrace (T, 2k) EMERGENCY HUGS
    INQUIRE WITHIN The sign looks cheerful enough, as much as a sign can when composed of entirely letters in a sturdy black frame, but Stiles doesn’t know why he’d stopped to stare at it. Okay, that’s a lie. He does know.
  • untitled by mad-madam-m (Not Rated, 1k) “Would you like to donate to the Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund?”  Stiles gapes at the specimen of a man standing beside his car, holding out a giant rubber boot with a cheerful “DONATE” sign taped to it. The man is tall, dark, bearded, and frowning, though Stiles can’t tell if the latter is because he’s genuinely unhappy or just protecting his eyes from the sun’s glare.  “Uh,” Stiles says, because it’s too early for him to think when he’s looking at a firefighter who might as well have walked out of his wet dreams. 
  • Cooking With (A) Fire(man) by literaryoblivion (G, 2k) After a kitchen accident in his dorm, Stiles is forced to take a cooking class as punishment and ends up meeting a very attractive fireman to share his cooking station with… and maybe a few other things.
  • untitled by howlnatural (T, 2k) After Tilly the three-legged jack russell, Dr McCall - the aforementioned vet -seemed to know instinctively which tragic dog cases Derek wouldn’t be able to turn down. Dana the Australian shepherd and Bobby the former police dog who’d gone deaf in a meth lab explosion followed, and then Derek had moved to a bigger place and kind of forgotten about dating. Until Stiles.
  • Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E, 14k) Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
  • Hot Like Burning by Leslie_Knope (T, 2.5k)  In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
  • Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
  • untitled by stileshale (Not Rated, 1k) Derek is a firefighter and Stiles likes it when he comes home in his gear.
  • untitled by lycanthrophies (Not Rated, 2k)  Riling Derek up became a fun past time activity for Stiles pretty fast, because Derek tries so hard to be stoic sometimes, it’s really a highlight to see him crack open and either get adorably flustered, or—even better—make him laugh out loud.
An Arranged Marriage Chapter 5

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

After your run in with those men, Dean made sure you stayed by his side the rest of the shopping trip. As he traversed the rest of the store, you glanced around, surprised with the different families you saw. Kids were running around happily, annoying their parents but acting as if they didn’t have a care in the world. And they probably didn’t. So unlike the compound, you thought to yourself. Even from an early age, you knew your roles, you knew the expectations.

You were starting to realize how strict and dull life was in the hunting communities, even when faced with the risk of monsters. And even though you had been away for only a day, you were grateful to Dean for taking you away from that kind of life. No matter what happened between the two of you, he had opened your eyes to this new and exciting life.

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What you want me to do [sirius black x reader] smut

Requested by anon:  Hi! Could you please do a James x reader imagine where he’s only flirting with the reader to make lily jealous and the reader doesn’t realise it at first but gets super pissed at James when they find out. Thank you! Xx

A/n: Thank you for your request! When I read it, I was like: This is going to be so frustrating (lol), so I added some plot and it turned out to be pure smut (Sirius x reader). Whoops! Please consult a priest after reading, thank you!

  • Warnings: groping, cursing, descriptive smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex
  • Word count: 2500

You sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, next to your best friend Lily, chatting about your last class of Divination, when two of the Marauders, entered through the portrait.
You have been friends with them since first year, so you both just raised your hands to wave at them and continued to talk, without noticing they were coming your way.

James threw himself on the couch next to you, the impact of his weight made you bounce lightly, as he said: “Hello there, love.”
You didn’t notice he was talking to you, so you kept on chatting with Lily, ignoring his presence. Until you felt a hand being gently placed on your thigh, right below the hem of your skirt.

Lily’s eyes wandered down your figure to examine what just happened, when you turned over to him and asked: “You alright there, Potter?” - “Well, you tell me (Y/N). How could I be anything else than alright, sitting next to you?”, he said, pressing his fingers firmer against your skin.
Was this idiot really trying to flirt with you?

You looked over to Lily, who did a good job in pretending she didn’t care, but you knew she was fuming inside. She had told you that she liked James before - she just wanted to take her time and also liked teasing him.
“You’d be good to take your hands off me right now, James”, you demanded.
“Are you sure you want to miss out on this chance, kitten?”, he purred into your ear, leaning closer, so his lips would almost touch the skin of your neck as he talked, while his hand slowly wandered to the inner side of your thigh.

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International Love: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Request:  May I request a Dutch reader x yurio? Like they once met at a competition and they’re both sassy af so it clicked? They message very day until a competition in the Netherlands and he kisses her the moment he sees her? She shows him Amsterdam and all?

A/N: This was really fun to write, especially since it’s my own country. Enjoy!

Yuri rolled his eyes as Yakov scolded him. His voice had been haunting him ever since he arrived at the building, and the thought of having to put up with him even longer was  terrifying. He wasn’t even doing anything, but apparently it still caused the old man to flip shit.

He sighed and pulled his hoodie over his eyes, hiding the earbuds he was actually wearing

This was a usual thing for him. He’d arrive at the rink, get scolded by his coach, warm up and practice and eventually performing. It seemed to repeat itself every other day and he was actually getting tired of it. Until one day, he noticed someone.

“I get it! Stop getting all up in my shit!”

Yuri’s eyes followed your appearance as you walked past him. He roamed his eyes up and down, inspecting every tiny detail. Your eyes were bright and had a hint of annoyance, which matched perfectly with the roll of your eyes. Your hands were stuffed inside the pockets of your bright orange hoodie, and the Dutch flag was displayed on your skates.

“Hey Blondie, eyes up here.” Yuri averted his eyes back to your face, landing on an amused smirk. He scoffed and looked the other way. You smirked and extended your hand to flick his forehead, grabbing his attention yet again.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, Punk.” Yuri groaned and smacked your hand away, looking back up at you from under his hoodie. You took in the details of his face. Strands of hair fell in front of his face, while his piercing greenish orbs were glaring back at you. He had a lean figure, with broad shoulders, and a very prominent jawline.

“Tsk. Not like I care.” He responded, but you noticed his lips tug upwards. You raised your eyebrows up at him and leaned down.
“At least look at me when I’m talking to you, kid.” You noticed a glint in his eyes when the words escaped your mouth. A deep chuckle came from his pink lips as he suddenly rose from his seat.

Your eyes widened as his tall figure towered over yours. You swallowed thickly as he leaned over you just slightly, a sly smirk on his attractive face.
“Kid? You barely reach my shoulders…” He taunted, poking his tongue out at you. You chuckled and punched his chest playfully, waving your hand up and down as you looked the other way.

“Okay, Okay, you’re a titan, I get it!” You told him with a casual smirk, to which he chuckled and sat back down. You looked down at him curiously and took the seat next to him. He turned to you and took out one earbud.

“Are you the ‘Russian Ice Tiger’ everyone keeps talking about?” You asked him, placing one of your feet on your knee to run your finger over the blade of your skate. Yuri sighed and nodded.
“I guess…”

“You’re more like a kitten though.”

“Shut up.”

From: Y/n
‘You totally failed your last jump though, so you have no excuse to miss practice.’

From: Yuri
‘You practically fail at everything in life, so you have no excuse to talk to me like this.’

From: Y/n
‘Okay, rude.’

From: Yuri
‘You love me.’

Yuri hesitantly send the message. Even though you made jokes about loving each other every day, it always caused his heart to skip a beat whenever you did.

You had given him your number, well… more like stole his phone and added yourself. Since that day you have been texting every day, excluding your skype calls every saturday. Yuri had grown very fond of you and eventually caught himself falling for you.

From: Y/n
‘Do I though???’

From: Y/n
‘Jk, you know I do.’

You hadn’t seen each other for more than 10 months when Yuri announced he had a competition in Amsterdam. You were stoked and began ranting about how you would take him to see the Rijksmuseum and make him eat stroopwafels. His response was a chuckle, and he let you ramble about where you would take him.

He loved the way you’d accidently slip some dutch words in your sentences, making them seem broken. But to him it was the cutest thing ever. He even recognised some words you had used before, most of them were curse words though.

“Yuri, klasbak, are you even listening at me?” You asked him, leaning into the camera of your laptop as you folded your arms over your chest. Yuri smiled and nodded, adjusting his position into something more comfortable. His head leaned onto his hand as he listened to you with a small smile.

He couldn’t wait to see you again.

He hadn’t expected this many people to wait for him. The whole entrance was blocked by ‘Yuri’s Angels’, holding up posters and shouting out his name in desperate need for his attention. He had no idea he even had fans from Holland, but there were three times that many than in any other country he had been too.

Like usual he just tried to blend in with the crowd as the exited the arrival hall. His tiger print suitcase was held by Yakov, who was actually scolding him for not carrying it on his own. But the words of his coach were muted, his mind only focused on finding a certain person.
You had promised to pick him up with a bright smile, so “You couldn’t be wasting any time and get right to the sight seeing part of his trip.”. You also told him you “Missed his ugly ass.”

So his eyes were taking in his surroundings in desperate need to find that one person. That one person he hadn’t seen in person for over ten months. The one person who he had grown feeling for and didn’t know what to do with them.

So when he did notice your appearance, looking back at him with a bright smile, his feet quickly made his way towards you. Eyes never leaving yours as he approached you, hands that were stuffed in his pockets now swaying by his side. You smiled and extended your hands as he was now close enough to touch you.

But instead of hugging you, his hands extended towards you to grab your face. He pulled you closer and suddenly you felt a pair of warm lips on yours. Your eyes widened as he kissed you, taken back by his actions. But after a few seconds you smiled against his lips and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him back with just as much love.

Once the both of you pulled back, you looked up at him with a toothy smile, and Yuri returned the gesture. He pecked your lips once more before you playfully punched his side. He groaned as your hand made contact just below his ribs and he hunched over in slight pain.

“We’re wasting time, idiot.”

“So what’s in this?”

“We call it stroop, it’s like caramel.”

Yuri nodded as he took another bite of the waffel. He hummed at the taste, extending his arm towards you so you could take a bite. You smirked and practically bit half of it off, making Yuri scoff. His fingers flicked your nose, making you whine.

You laughed and leaned your head back on his shoulder like you had previously done. It was a beautiful evening in august, and the sun was setting. An orange glow covered the building around the canals, as you silently floated over the water. Yuri’s arm around your shoulder, and your head against his.

After he finished the sweet treat, he turned towards you. You blinked up at him, thinking he was going to say something, when he yet again placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, cupping his cheek and sitting up slightly.

You parted your lips as you felt his tongue run over your lower lip. He smirked and you knew he was planning something. When he pushed his tongue against yours, you could still taste the sweetness of the waffel. You chuckled and pulled away.


“You loved it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

psycho 07 / taehyung

credit for the gif: @handsybangtan

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story + this chapter contains mentions of blood and fighting

note2: I hope ya’ll will like this chapter, maybe some of you will be confused but everything will go ‘down’ in the next chapter :)

chapter 01 chapter 02 chapter 03 chapter 04 chapter 05 chapter 06 chapter 08 chapter 09

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I laugh at that name every time, and I’m not even sorry.

So I haven’t touched the 2 latest episodes because I’m lazy, but this was so much fun that I had to devote some time screaming to it! So get ready kids, because there is screaming (and spoilers) below the cut.

Though first: someone who’s never seen Camp Camp tell me what’s going on in this picture:

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you’re bucky, you idiot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) x Reader (training Agent)

Summary: (Y/N) thinks she can help Steve Rogers by inviting Bucky (The Winter Soldier) to her house. She tries to make him remember everything, not realizing what she got herself into.

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of humor, angry Bucky, crazy bitch as the reader (you’ll understand lmao), unprotected sex (don’t do this), rough sex, fighting (if you can consider it that)

^ if you’re uncomfortable with any of these, you should stop reading

Note: This is the first smut I’ve ever written, so that’s why it may be vv bad. And also English is not my first nor second language, please excuse any mistakes,  tell me and I’ll correct them, thank you.

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request: hey can u write something with badboy shawn

You opened your locker, and stuffed the textbook you were holding into it, and pulled out another one. You felt someone press a kiss to your shoulder, and you smiled when you saw your boyfriend leaning next to your locker, typing something on his phone. “Goodmorning, Shawn.” You smiled, closing your locker.

“Morning.” He smiled. He took your hand, and you two walked down the hallway. A few of the underclassmen averted their eyes, having heard the rumors that circulated about your boyfriend, but you knew none of them were true. “Did your mom like her birthday present?” You asked, looking at the brown-haired teenager.

“Yeah, she did. Thank you for helping me pick it out.” Shawn nodded, nodding his head to one of his friends.

You stopped at the class you had first period, and Shawn pecked your lips before going to talk to his friends.

You were walking down the hall to the cafeteria, when you heard someone’s footfalls speeding up till they got to you. “Hey, baby.” A voice said. A voice who wasn’t your boyfriend.

You quirked an eyebrow and looked at the man who was talking to you. “Hi, Jared.” You smiled, praying Shawn would appear in front of you. Jared and Shawn didn’t get along very well, to put it nicely.

“Where’s the boyfriend? Too busy smoking to walk you to lunch?” He asked.

You stared ahead, waving to one of your friends. “Jared, please go away.” You slapped his hand when he tried to wrap it around your shoulders. “Jared.”

“C’mon, babe, just-”

“Don’t call her babe. She’s not your babe.” Shawn said, coming up between you two.

Jared rolled his eyes, but he did turn around and stop walking towards the cafeteria. “Did he do anything?” Shawn asked, taking your hand.

“No, just talk.” You set your bag on the booth before sliding in, and unzipped your lunchbox. Shawn sat next to you, and scrolled down his phone until some of his friends sat down.

“Babe, look at this.” Shawn said, and you looked down at his phone, which showed a livestream of some kittens.

You laughed lightly, and sighed. “I can’t believe you’re one of the toughest kids at school.”

“Shut up.” Shawn laughed, kissing you.

You pulled your jeans up your legs, and buttoned them. You had been invited to a party, and it was nearing the time Shawn was supposed to pick you up. You finished braiding your hair as your doorbell rang, and you grabbed your phone. Shawn was waiting at the door, talking to your little brother, when you got downstairs. “I promise I’ll come over this weekend, and we can practice together, alright?” Shawn smiled, fist-bumping your ten-year-old brother.

“You’re so cute.” You said, climbing into his Jeep.

“You’re cuter.” Shawn said, starting the drive to the party.

There, you already saw so many cars there. Shawn locked the Jeep and stuffed his keys into his pocket, and gripped your hand tightly. You two entered the house, and immediately smelled alcohol. “Um, I’m gonna go grab something to drink.” Shawn said, kissing your forehead before departing from your side.

Not even a minute later, Jared was next to you. “Knew you’d be here.” He said, already drunk.

“Jared, please leave.” You said, but he didn’t leave. You tried to walk away, but he had a grip on your wrist that was so tight it hurt. “Jared, you’re hurting me.” You whimpered, trying to pry your wrist free.

“Don’t pretend, you like getting hurt.” He growled, and you felt yourself getting lightheaded from panicking.

“Hey!” Shawn yelled, ripping Jared away from you. He got a few punches in before a few of the other guys there stopped the fight, and Shawn nearly ripped the door off of its hinges when he went outside. You followed him, wincing when you moved your wrist.

“Babe?” You questioned, seeing Shawn on the curb.

Shawn looked at you, and his eyes showed anger, but when he saw your bruising wrist, they changed into worry. “Does it hurt?” He asked. “We should leave. Get it checked out.”

You said nothing, but climbed into his car, and arrived at his house not too later. Thankfully everyone was out at dinner, so when Shawn turned the light on and you saw his black eye, you didn’t need to censor yourself. “Fuck, Shawn, are you ok?”

“It’s happened before, it’ll happen again.” He said, grabbing some frozen peas from the freezer, and giving them to you.

After you both had changed, you two settled on his bed, with you between Shawn’s legs, your back against his chest, and started watching some TV show. He kissed your shoulder, making sure your wrist was ok before falling asleep.

a/n: did u like it

Jealousy (M)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Length: 4,387 words★

Kinks: A bit of sexual sadism, Master! kink, impact play, etc.

Notes: y/c = your color~

Originally posted by zelonwonho

Kihyun had always been one of your best friends. You had known each other since high school, and were always practically inseparable. 

Well, you were, until recently. His friend, Wonho and you started having a thing. You weren’t in a relationship, but you two would occasionally hook up or go on date if you both felt lonely. 

And, with this thing you and Wonho had going on, it sort of disrupted your friendship with Kihyun. You had to constantly reschedule plans you two had, if Wonho wanted to go out, and other stuff like that. It always made you feel terrible, but every time you asked if he wanted to come with or just stay and hang out with you two, he’d refuse and just leave.

A few months passed since you and Wonho had your thing. It eventually evolved into the two of you dating, so that was a plus, since he treated you like royalty. Your friendship with Kihyun had improved, but you couldn’t help noticing how jealous and bitter he got when Wonho was around.

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Delsin Rowe x Reader Headcanons

Originally posted by redsidentevil

  • Delsin Rowe loves to hold your hand. He absolutely loves it. Whether it be a walk down to the end of the boardwalk to see how the moonlight shines over the water while telling jokes, whether it be a quick stop for a slice of pizza after you’ve had a long day at work and he wanted to treat you, or whether it be running away from the police after they’ve caught him doing his latest tag and the thrill of the chase if making you both giggle; he loves to feel your smaller hand laced through his own.
  • His nonchalant nature can sometimes be the cause of your exasperation. He is marvelously determined but in his determination he places himself in dangerous situations. You understand his desire to help his people completely. What Augustine had done to the Akomish was horrendous. But that did not calm your nerves. Delsin faced the DUP with not only his incredible powers but with his unwavering confidence. You had once seen the fighting take place from a small sandwich shop where you had been eating lunch with a co-worker friend of yours. You will never forget how your heart tightened in your throat as you saw how persistent the DUPs were when trying to shoot down your boyfriend. The bullets flew so close, sometimes even hitting him. You had watched him take the smoke from the destroyed cars to refuel after the battle was done and you could not stop yourself as you ran to reach him.
  • “Del, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Stop smiling, you idiot, and answer me!”
  • His chuckle was deep as his amusement with how you worried over him grew and he displayed his gorgeous boy-ish smile for you, which you would normally swoon over, but one that was not helping at all.
  • “Didn’t you see how I took down those DUPs? I’m fine! I’m unstoppable! We own the streets!”
  • Delsin Rowe always has the best ideas for dates. It was hard for you to try to one up the “power sponge” when he always had the best places to take you.
  • “Okay, I got this whole thing figured out. We hit the town, then maybe swing by the Space Needle – it’s much nicer now that it isn’t stuck in that DUP web - and then we get some burgers because I’m hungry aaaaand I want a burger.”
  • He had taken you to the stop of the Space Needle as one of your first dates when your relationship had started and the two of you ate (favorite fast food) while fighting the rough winds and watching the movement of the city down below. Another time some local artists had organized a small concert and Delsin used his abilities to get you both up to the roof of the nearest building, giving the both of you the best advantage point possible and ensuring you both enjoyed the music more than anyone else. Another example would also be the time he covered a section of the brick wall in the park closest to the water in cardboard and didn’t give you any instructions; he just encouraged you to do as you wished with the paint he had gathered. That afternoon had been unforgettable.
  • He would disagree. He always claimed that your videogame dates and your Netflix binge watching dates were his favorite.
  • “You’re like Ghost Rider.”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain?”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain.”
  • There are certain paths that you choose to take to work depending on traffic and weather. If you had woken up early that day and the weather permitted it, you often took the scenic route through the market place and the park while other times you took the fastest absolute route (sometimes meaning the days where Delsin decided he wasn’t tired and that the two of you should watch all nine seasons of The Office again). Your Smoketastic Man knew these travel paths and would sometimes leave little tags of adorable little things that would totally make your day while seeing them. To name a few, Delsin had created a small penguin looking up to a balloon that was flying away, he had done a dancing sunflower, sometimes he would leave behind a little inside joke, while one time he had tagged the silhouette of a couple that looked suspiciously like the both of you.
  • Underneath the sarcastic comments and his layered clothing was a soft heart that truly treasured his relationships; whether it be the one he had with you, his friendship with Fetch and Eugene, the love he had for Betty or the strong bond he shares with his older brother, Reggie. He cares deeply about the people he loves and that has to be one of the traits that you like the most about him.
  • Delsin Rowe is the world’s biggest show off. There was a point in your relationship where you entertained the idea, only briefly, that he was trying to find the core relays just so that he could show off his new powers to you and Reggie.
  • “See, I can do this now.” He would say with excited eyes and a matching smile as he looked towards you after he showcased his new ability. “Cool, isn’t it?”
  • “You’re Mr. Cool now,” you commented which made him clap, startling Reggie who turned to look at his younger brother.
  • See? They do call me Mr. Cool.”
  • One time, while Delsin had gone to get a few groceries that you needed for taco night, curiosity had gotten the better of you. It was a short trip to the bodega below your apartment and Delsin, who had been relaxing in his pajamas like you were doing, decided to just go down in what he was wearing; which meant he left his vest…and his beanie. You just wanted to wear them to see what it was like! That’s all you wanted to do…and so you did…and he walked back inside to find you wearing his clothes. You had been so embarrassed while he found it to be extremely cute. It was one of his favorite memories; your adorable blushing face as you quickly took off his beanie and pretended like nothing had happened. You’re always going to remember his laugh and the “Babe, your fashion sense is amazing.”
  • He made you call the DUP to report the vandalized billboards for him.
  • Operator: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report?
  • You: Oh my God! It’s an extremely handsome bio-terrorist! He’s vandalizing one of your billboards!
  • Operator: Strange, second time a billboard has been vandalized recently, we are sending D.U.P troops immediately.
  • You: *hangs up*
  • Delsin: Extremely handsome, huh?
  • You: Shut it.
  • One thing that Delsin loved was how well you got along with Abigail and Eugene. You loved to play videogames with Eugene (he almost fainted when Delsin introduced you to him because he had never expected someone as beautiful as you to know so much about Heaven’s Hellfire like you did; he didn’t mean to stereotype you but he wasn’t the best with people. The two of you got along extremely well afterwards; you understood how it was like to want to flee from reality and enter a world of fantasy) and you absolutely loved going shopping with Abigail. That girl had a great taste in clothing and you both made it a tradition to go shopping frequently, even if it was only to window shop.
  • Delsin loves your name. He really does think it’s awesome. He had sketched it out for you once in a little piece of paper and gave it to you. He didn’t think anything of it and he didn’t know how much you treasured that little piece of paper.
  • “My boyfriend is a power sponge, one of his friends can control neon while the other one can control video, and I work in an office.” You said once as you looked out the window and noticed some teens walking around with t-shirts inspired by the beloved conduits.
  • Reggie, who had been eating a slice of pizza from the box that you had ordered, nodded in understanding. Both of you admired Delsin and the rest of the conduits in your own little ways though you both understood the responsibility that came with those powers.
  • “You’re in that list too, Reggie. You think I forgot?” You smirked. “I am a bio-terrorist! I eat children! And kittens!
  • “…” Reggie held the pizza in front of his face but didn’t take a bite. He looked at it as if he wanted to forget that whole endeavor and like he hated that you brought it up. “I’m eating all of your pizza.”
  • “You do that and I’m calling the D.U.P.”
  • You also try to distract Eugene while you are both playing to gain the upper hand because you can hold your own against him but Eugene was a legend.
  • “Hey, Eugene, did you know that in 1944 in an experiment conducted in Russia, they found that 90% of the people did not agree with the other 10%.”
  • “You’re not going to distract me.”
  • Delsin is a casual cuddler (he throws an arm over your shoulder as you’re watching TV) when he is awake but he is a super cuddler (he wraps his arm around you and doesn’t let go) when he is asleep. This is the truth.
  • Delsin likes to knock on your window at night and ask you to join him on the fire escape. It’s often times like these, when it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence that he really lets you know how he feels and what he thinks. Whether it be his insecurities, his fears, what he feels for you, or just what he wishes to accomplish, he lets you know during times like these. You do the same as well.
  • “I love you.”
  • “I know.”
  • “Did you just Han Solo, me, Rowe?”
  • “Yes.”
From The Moment You Wake Up // Hip Hop Unit

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

Seventeen’s Hip Hop Unit (Vocal // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Foul Language (Wonwoo), Inequality (S.Coups), Mentions of Death (Vernon)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Welcome to the start of a brand new mini series I like to call: Seventeen Is Going To End Me. What started as a set of drabbles quickly spiraled into 1000+ word fanfiction. I’ll be posting each unit by week, and there is a part 2 for each fic that is either a switched perspective or a “Day After” story, but I will only be posting those based on how many notes Part 1 gets or if requested.

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What am I to you? PART 3

Shit’s going to get heated. Jooheons actions from the party last night is going hand in hand with consequences. You needed to protect him! But how could you when you’re the one who needs HIS protection? Gladly, you’re not alone in this fight. Or maybe another man is the reason for all this? 

GENRE: Angst, Fluff / TRIGGER WARNING: Flashback of a rape scene

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*ER ER ER* THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, so if that’s not your thing.. don’t read?? idk.. okay enjoy!

Two months into our relationship. Two months of blissful happiness with Harry. We barely fought. He treated me like a queen. We wanted to celebrate.

I had dressed up, I wanted him to want me all night. I wore his favorite dress on me, which was little black dress that clung close to my frame and split at the thigh. See through panels of mesh adorned the top and cut down low on my chest.

The first time I had ever worn this dress was for an event that he had been invited to, an event that we wouldn’t attend because I couldn’t even make it out of the bedroom after he had seen me in it.

I dressed and walked out of the house before he did, telling him to meet me in the car when he was ready.

His reaction was exactly what I had wanted it to be. The second he turned to me from the driver’s seat his breathing halted. His lip caught between his teeth as his eyes raked my body.

“Take it off.” he demanded, and I was unclear on if he wanted me to change or to disrobe in his car so that we could have some fun before we went out.

“I was hoping, later, you could rip it off of me.” I teased, crossing my legs so that he could see my bare thigh from the split in the side of the dress.

He deeply sighed, his eyes shutting as he looked in pain. His knuckles whiten from the grip he held on the steering wheel before he glanced at me quickly. “You’re gonna’ regret that comment.”

“Just know, you break it you buy it.” I joked, my hands brushing down the fabric on my body.

His mood was the same at the club, he hated not having his hands on me. Any small separation made him ache, as if I was going to vanish the second he let me go.

I loved having this effect on him, when I could tell how badly he needed me. It was nice to have the tables turn every once and awhile, since I had felt that way every single day of our relationship. Like he was going to disappear if I didn’t keep my eye on him.

When I asked him to go get us drinks he acted as if I had asked him to stab a man, the shock on his face was prevalent as I took a seat at the nearest table to where we stood. Prying his hands off me, he let out a huff, begging me to join him. I shook my head, wanting to make him suffer a little.

“I’ll be right here when you get back.” I charmed, leaning back against the chair and crossing my legs. He took in the sight with a defeated sigh, “You’re driving me crazy.” he groaned, looking me up and down. “You’re into it.”

“I’m kinda’ into it.” he joked, his face scrunching as he let out a laugh.

I shoo’d him off and after another exaggerated moan he obliged, nodding his head as he tried his best to keep his eyes on me the entire way to the bar. Running into a couple people’s backs as he mumbled apologies and kept staring.

I giggled, moving to reach for my purse so that I could text Lily.

“dress worked.”

Her reply was quick and simple and I could hear exactly how she had said it in her voice as I read it.


I laughed, my fingers tapping to text her back but I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

I looked up, expecting Harry, knowing that he always teased me about how being on the phone when you’re with someone is impolite. I was confused when I didn’t see him, but another man standing in his place.

“Can I help you?” I queried, placing my phone face down in my lap.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked pointed at the vacant seat parallel to me.

He looked to be in his late twenties, his hair an ashy blonde that was cut short at the sides. A flannel shirt hung from his shoulders that was tucked into a pair of light washed skinny jeans, and I could smell the alcohol he had drank from my chair.

“It is, my boyfriend is at the bar.” I said, giving him the best polite smile I could muster. He nodded, putting his hands on the back of the chair in front of me. “Makes sense, I figured a girl like you would have a boyfriend.”

“A girl like me?” I hissed, my arms crossing. He put his hands up in defense, “No, not like that. It’s just, you’re too pretty to be single.” he explained, his tone slightly panicked.

I laughed, my body relaxing as I nodded.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” he asked, turning to face the bar only to lock eyes with Harry. “Would it be the one seconds away from punching me?” he joked as I looked over to my tense boyfriend. He was glaring at the man before me, shaking his head at him with dangerous eyes.

“Yeah, that’s him.” I agreed, as I saw him walking back towards the table empty handed.

“He’s a lucky guy.” the stranger sighed, turning to take in my appearance. “Yeah..” I started.

“I am.” Harry finished, his body inches behind the man. His arms were crossed as he towered over him by at least 4 inches.

The man looked up to him, “No harm, man. I was just leaving.” he said, his tone cool and unphased. “No need, we’re leaving.” Harry demanded, moving to my side before softly lifting my arm to raise me from my seat.

“We are?” I questioned, we hadn’t been here longer than an hour. He shot me a look, his eyebrows knotted together as his voice was stern, “We are.”

I nodded, not wanting to question him further. Not until we were at least outside.

The man smiled to me, “Have a good night, it was nice to meet you.” I could barely get out a response back before Harry was pulling me towards the door.

“I can walk on my own, I’m not a child.” I groaned, pulling my arm from Harry’s grasp. He looked as if a war was going on in his mind, his eyes flicking back and forth as he stormed off to the car. I tried to keep up but his legs were long and I was in heels.

“Who does he think he is, the second I leave you alone the wolves fucking flock to you.” he mumbled, mainly to himself. “Has the audacity to hit on you when you’re with me.” he continued, shakily getting the car keys from him pocket.

He unlocked it, moving to open my door, “You okay, babe?” I hesitated, as his eyes snapped to me before shutting my door before I could get it.

He moved behind me, his hand reaching for the door that led to the backseat. “Get in.” he commanded, his head ticking towards it.

“Harry..” I delayed, “Nothing happened.”

He looked to me calmly before flicking his eyes back to the door, insisting me to listen to him. I nodded, sliding into the backseat.

As much as I wanted to yell at him for overacting, jealous Harry was extremely hot. I hadn’t experienced him much in the past two months, but when I did, I always enjoyed it.

He followed me silently, unbuttoning his jacket as he shrugged it off his shoulders. Even that was hot to me, everything he was doing was intensified when I knew I was about to get some.

He unbuttoned his shirt at the wrists, quickly and quietly rolling them up to his elbows. Never once looking at me. “Harry..” I pushed, not knowing exactly what to expect.

His eyes were half opened and his eyebrows were lifted as he glanced at me with his face still forward, pushing up his right sleeve.

Letting out a deep sigh, he placed his hands on his thighs and looked in thought. “Why are we in the backseat?” I asked, not seeming to gain his attention. He kept his eyes in front of him.

“Harry.” I raised my voice, trying to get any type of reaction from him.

He inhaled deeply, his head falling back to rest against the seat behind him. “My name sounds so nice coming out of those pretty lips of yours.” he sighed, tilting his head to smirk at me.

Oh no, not the smirk. He knows what the smirk does to me.

“In fact, that’s the only thing I wanna’ hear from your lips.” He started, turning his body to face me. His eyes burning into mine as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against my ear as his fingers traced up my thigh, “Especially when I make you cum.” he finished as I whimpered.

“Harry.” I whispered, my voice weak and quiet as he inched closer to my inner thigh. “Good girl.” he laughed and I didn’t have to look at him to know his smirk was dancing on his face.

My eyes shut as he drug his face to the base of my neck, “Such a pretty neck.” he mumbled, littering it softly with kisses. “Would look better with my teeth marks on it.” he spoke before biting harshly into me.

I let out a moan, my thighs tightening together as he pried them open with one hand. “No, no, no, kitten. Keep these open for me.” he warned, looking me in the eyes before continuing his assault to my neck.

His teeth pulled at my skin, creating a burning sensation that he would soothe with his tongue. The combination of the two repeated was enough to put me on edge, my body overreacting to him as it usually did. He had an effect on me that no other man had.

“Can we please take this home?” I tried, my voice barely breaking the sound barrier as he bit down harder against the base of my neck. I yelped, “Now, what did I say? Only my name.” he teased as I writhed in my seat.

His fingers slid over the thin material covering me before he let out a soft chuckle, “So wet for me. Haven’t even touched you.” he grinned as my head fell back, his mouth attaching to my neck once more. “Oh god.” I moaned, to which he stopped to point at me.

“Close, but not my name.” he joked, using his index finger to push aside my underwear before tracing up my slit. My body jolting at the surprise mixed with the coolness of his hands.

“Now, let’s see if my good little kitten can follow orders.” he flirted, his fingers lightly scanning up and down my wet center. My breathing quickened as I looked to him with hooded eyes. “Whose girl are you?” he said before pushing two of his fingers into me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he plunged into me until his rings hit my skin.

“Hmm?” he pushed, his forehead resting against my temple. “Whose girl are you, baby?” he asked as I tried to regain my composure with him pumping into me slowly.

“Your’s.” I whispered, which earned me a growl. He fingers slowing painfully as my body pushed forward against his hand. Needing him to go faster.

He removed his hand from me as I whined, looking at him. “You’re not listening.” he said, bringing his hand to his lips before dragging his tongue along them. Cleaning his hand from my juices, I groaned. “Let’s just go home.”

He reached for the door and I pulled him back by his shoulders. He turned to look at me, his face amused as I shook my head. “You gonna’ be a good girl?” he asked and I shook my head vigorously.

“So tell me, whose girl are you?” he teased, and before he even finished his sentence I cut him off by saying his name. He smiled, “That’s what I thought.” he laughed before leaning into me again. His fingers finding their way back between my legs.

“The louder you say it, the faster I’ll go.” he said, returning to pump into me slowly. “Need everyone to hear how good I make you feel. Need that asshole to hear what I can do to you.”

I moaned his name again, my voice only able to say it a little louder than before. His fingers picked up speed, “Who’s the only man who can make you feel this good?” he grunted, his thumb moving to circle my clit.

I practically screamed his name, knowing that not only could it probably be heard from outside of the car but probably in the bar with how loud it came out.

“Mmm, sounds so good.” he smiled, his face kissing down my chest.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, his assertiveness driving me crazy from the very start. His fingers persisted, keeping his word as he sped up with every scream of his name that was now flowing from my lips every couple of seconds.

He looked down at me, my body squirming to the point that I was almost laying down on the seat. “Fuck it.” he said before removing his hand and tearing my dress down the middle.

“HARRY!” I screeched, shock thick in my tone as I stared down to myself. “I’ll buy you a new one.” he said, his hands fumbling at the pocket of his pants. He pulled out a condom before working on his zipper.

He situated himself, leaving me panting beside him. “C'mere.” he said before grabbing my waist and lifting me to hover over him. “Need you around me.” his tone was deep and husky as he pulled my underwear to the side and pushed me down onto him. My body stiffening.

I was never ready for how big he was, my body always needed time to adjust to him. Both of us let out shaky breaths, and he looked up at me with his mouth hung open.

I placed my hands against his chest, pivoting my hips back as I moved up against his length. His shaft gliding against my clit as I brought myself back down. He inhaled through gritted teeth, looking down to wear we connected with lustful eyes.

“Show daddy how well you can fuck.” he said, and that was all I needed to start riding him faster than I ever had before. Two could play this game. I kept going until obscenities fell from his lips.

“Now daddy, don’t you think you overacted in there.” I asked sweetly, my hips rolling against him. He opened his eyes to glare at me, his bottom lip tugging through his teeth. “Kitten..” he warned, his grip on my waist tightening.

“Don’t you?” I asked, slowing my speed as I hovered myself over top of his dick, his head just grazing my entrance. He whimpered, throwing his head back, “Hmm?” I persisted, dipping myself down on him slowly.

He groaned, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I lingered myself with him barely inside of me, “Please.” he begged, his voice a little louder than a whisper. “It’s a yes or no question.” I sighed, my thighs threatening to shake because of the strength I was using to keep myself up.

“Yes.” he hissed through gritted teeth, moaning and I moved myself down completely on him and resumed my speed. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna’..” he whispered, his eyes closing as he moved to bite at my neck once again.

I nodded, feeling the burning sensation completely ravage my stomach. “Need you..” he spoke, his breath halting, “to cum first.” he continued, his hand moving between us to rapidly rub my clit. My head fell back, his name falling from my lips as I continued my movement on top of him.

My legs began to shake, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as my body ignited from his touch. My core tightening around him as his thrusts became sloppy and unsteady. A husky moan roaring out of him as I rested my body completely against his chest.

Both of us panting and sweaty as my chest began to heave with laughter, he joined in, looking down to me. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his arms wrapping around my back, his thumb rubbing up and down my spine.

“Remind me to make you jealous more often.” I laughed and he mocked offense, shouting ‘hey’ before I lifted myself from him. “I hate seeing men look at you like you’re meat.” he explained, running a hand through his bangs before glancing to me.

“Well, Mr. Styles, seems we have a predicament then.” I laughed.

His head tilted as he pushed me to go on. “I’m thinking I’m gonna’ attract some male attention since someone decided to tear off my dress.”

“You’re not getting out of this car.” he warned, realization dawning on him as he stared at my red lace covered body. My eyebrow raised, “Wanna’ bet?” I challenged, turning to open the door beside me.

“NO!” he yelped, his arms reaching over me to slam the door shut.

His eyes darted around the backseat, looking for anything he could use to cover me up. He picked up a napkin, holding it against my body before tossing it behind him.

“Take this.” he said, passing his jacket over to me. I slid my arms into it, tucking the fronts closed at my sides before he nodded in approval. “It’ll do for now.”

He buckled his pants, running a hand through his hair before looking to my petite body engulfed in his jacket.

I followed him out of the car, his jacket reached just below my ass, my heels making it hit higher on my legs than it usually would. The lack of fabric on my body causing me to shiver as we hit the cold New York air. He looked me up and down, “Fuck.” he mumbled before shaking his head and opening my door.

“Get in before I take you up against the car.” he half threatened, a smirk playing on my features as I stepped into the passenger seat.

“So, what did that guy say to you before I walked up.” he asked, pushing the key into the ignition and started the car. “It’s none of your business.” I teased, sticking my tongue out to him.

I couldn’t stop my head from bobbing to the tune of the song, the wine taking over my body as I fought the urge to stand on my bed and dance.

“Good ass song.” I giggled, my arms pumping over my head as my hair flung across my face as I tried to sing along, not knowing any of the words.

“He’s so talented.” I sighed, my body flying backwards to rest on my mattress. “I should tell him. Tell him how talented he is.” I said out loud to no one.

Nodding, I picked up my phone, unlocking it before stopping myself. “He probably has so many people that tell him that.” I frowned, “People that aren’t me.”

My head was swimming, the wine hitting me full force as the song continued. “I wish I was telling him how talented he is.”

My hands raked my face, pulling down the skin under my eyes with a groan. “Why didn’t I tell him he was talented more?”

“He’s just so smitten with you.” Lily laughed, her eyes on Harry as he stood with men from his record company, his eyes never leaving me. I sipped from the straw of my drink, a goofy grin on my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I teased.

He lazily smiled to me, his eyes slowly blinking as the man in front of him tried to gain his attention. But no matter his efforts, Harry kept his eyes on me.

I stuck my tongue out, causing a giggle to fall from his lips. His head fell to face the floor before he grinned to me, looking up from under his eyelashes. The business man before him growing irritated.

“You guys are gross.” my best friend commented, leaning her elbow against the bar.

“I’m surprised you guys are getting on so well after that article today.” Miles chimed in, attempting for a third time to get the bartender’s attention, and for a third time failing.

My brows knitted, pulling my drink from my lips. “Article?” I questioned, my head tilting to focus on him more.

He kept his eyes focused on the bartender’s movements, wanting to be the first person he’d see when he got a free minute. “Yeah, I figured you’d be pissed.” he continued. His tone nonchalant as Lily elbowed him in the ribs.

He groaned, glaring down to her. Lily’s eyes could start a fire with the heat behind them, “What are you talking about?” I asked, shaking my head as I stepped closer to him.

“Nothing, I’m just drunk.” he attempted to cover, his face slightly panicked as his eyes looked anywhere but on me.

“You haven’t even had one drink yet, Miles. What article?” I pushed, moving around his side to place my drink on the wood next to him.

He looked down to me quickly before glancing to Lily, whose arms were crossed to him. Her jaw was locked as she continued to glare as he fumbled with his words.

“You’re right, I haven’t had a drink.” he said before placing his hand on my shoulder, “I’m gonna’ go get one.” he finished before darting off.

I glanced back to Harry, his eyes filled with concern as he looked between my irritated frame and Miles’s frantic one. He looked at me, silently pleading for me to come over to him. Probably to see what had just happened, but it looked like he was more worried about what Miles could have said to me.

My body swung back to Lily, “What article?” I demanded, my tone on edge as she glanced over my shoulder to Harry. I stepped in front of her, “He’s not your best friend, I am. What article, Lily?” I fought, she sighed, her body falling in defeat as she grabbed my drink and took a large gulp of it.

“It’s fake, so it doesn’t even matter.” she deflected, her voice calm as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

“If Miles thought I’d be pissed because of it, I have a right to know what it is.” I hissed, growing angry knowing that the two people closest to me were hiding something.

She finished off my drink, “Just remember, we’re at a profession event for Harry. Remember how proud you’ve been all day that he signed his own contract and is able to write the music he’s wanted to. You’ve always thought he was talented..” she rambled before I cut her off, “Stop stalling and tell me.”

She sighed, “Remember when they wrote that article about how Harry had a new girl? The one a couple weeks after you guys had started dating? The one you know to be false, since he was with you 24/7? The fake, fake, absolutely fake, couldn’t be anymore far from the truth..”

“Lily, I swear to God.” I interrupted, my foot beginning to tap impatiently. I glanced back to Harry, his face distraught as he pushed the business man in front of him to the side, attempting to claw his way through the crowd and to the two of us.

“The girl apparently tipped off the media claiming that she’s pregnant with Harry’s baby.” she quickly stated, and if I hadn’t been paying attention I probably would’ve missed the statement entirely.

It felt as if my heart had collapsed, air failing to pass into my lungs, as I stood with my mouth gawking. I didn’t know how I was still on my own two feet with the floor being ripped from under me.

“Remember, it’s fake. It’s completely fake, she lied before saying she was with him. You know that.” Lily defended, her face falling as she took in my current state.

I nodded, not knowing how to feel. I knew that it was false, but the idea that someone else would claim to be carrying my boyfriend’s child was all too much for me. Fake or not.

“What did Miles say to you?” Harry voice panted behind me, his hands wrapping around my shoulders to turn me gently. His eyes glassy, he had never seen me like this and I could tell he was scared of what might happen next.

I didn’t know what to say to him, my eyes continuously bouncing between his face and Lily’s. How could they keep something like this from me?

“What the fuck did he say to her?” Harry spoke through gritted teeth to Lily. She kept her attention on me, her concerned eyes burning into the side of my face. “He told her.” she whispered.

Harry’s breathing halted for a second, turning my face to look at his own. “It’s fake, it’s all fake baby. You know that, right?” he pleaded, already knowing what Lily meant.

I was trying my best not to cry, not because of the ridiculous tabloid rumors but because the two people I trusted the most had hidden something from me. It was for my own benefit, but it still didn’t feel good. What else could they have been hiding me from?

“I need to hear you say it. I need to hear that you know it’s fake.” Harry begged, his eyes scanning mine. I had never seen him look so scared before and it broke my heart.

I wanted to tell him that I knew, but no words would come out.

“B, please.” he whispered, I could feel his fingers shaking as he continued his grip on me. I swallowed, nodding, “I know.” was all I could get out, but it was enough for him. He breath fell shaky from his lips as he brought me into his chest. “Thank fucking God.” he exhaled, his hands clutching me closer to him than he’s ever had before.

Like he was afraid to let go.

“Where is he?” Harry snarled, his face dark as he looked to Lily. “I’m gonna’ fucking kill him.” he threatened, I tried my best to pull from him but he wouldn’t budge.

“You have no right to be angry with him, you should have told me. Not him.” I fought, attempting to keep my voice as quiet as I could. Not wanting to start a scene at Harry’s own party.

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I knew the party was tonight and I just wanted you to have a good night. I wanted to tell you after this. I wanted to be the one to tell you, I even had to beg Lily not to tell you.” he explained, my eyes panning to her. She nodded, her face falling to the ground.

At least she wanted to tell me right away. That made me feel a little better.

“We’ll talk about this later.” I grimaced, putting on my best fake smile as another businessman approached Harry’s side.

“As soon as we get home.” he said, nodding. His tone sounding relieved that I wasn’t going to storm out or ruin his night. I knew he would end this party in a second if I had been genuinely upset, but I could tell he was thankful that I had been mature about it.

I shook my head, “I’m sleeping in my own home tonight, alone.” and he looked as if I had punched him in the stomach. “Babe..” he started before the man beside him called his name.

I shot him a pointed look, one that told him not to push me. The man called for him again, “Seems as if you’re needed.” I stated before calling the bartender over. “B..”

“Enjoy your party, Harold. We’ll talk about this later.” I smiled, as his eyes fell to the floor. Knowing that pushing the conversation further would just make it worse. He glanced to Lily, before walking off.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” she said hesitantly, moving to my side at the bar as the bartender passed me my drink.

I laughed dryly, “I’m a great actress.” I said before throwing back my drink.

It’s memories like that that made it easier for me to remember why we needed to break up, because I wasn’t good for him. That night was important to him and instead of telling him how proud I was of him and how talented he was, I made it about myself.

I deserved this. Every second of it. I deserved the pain because of the little ways that I hurt him while we were together.

He deserved someone better.

Even in my drunk state, I knew it. He needed someone like him, and I was the opposite of him in most ways. I was impulsive and hot headed.

I never thought how my actions would effect him, I just acted on impulse and let too much go straight to my heart.

He was perfect and I was a mess of a person.

For what felt like the eightieth time of the night, my eyes brimmed with tears. I just needed this to be over.

Only three more songs left.

“Fuck.” I said, eyes glued to my laptop screen as the last seconds of the song played out. The next song being the one I had been dreading since the beginning of the album.

“Ever Since New York.” I spoke in a whisper as the song switched. I took a deep breath, knowing this would be the worst of them all.

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The Door is Open: Part 2

AN: This is the second part of the door series. Enjoy

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Part 1

When Damian comes back, and literally pushes his father out the door and into his brothers, you just sit there. You had a feeling that Damian’s family knew about you. You just hoped they didn’t. Families complicate things; they make you love them, and then they drag your heart through the mud.

You feel a bit small now, in this big house, and Damian seems to sense this. He doesn’t say anything, he just wraps both arms around you, pulls you in close and then falls backwards flopping on to the bed. You giggle a bit before snuggling in closer. Damian makes you feel safe. He says that you make him feel sane. You figure it’s a fair trade off.

You stay in his room for several more hours. Despite finally meeting his family, you don’t really feel compelled to get to know them. When the time comes you shimmy down the tree. You half expect Alfred to be there waiting for you, but instead it’s a rather tall and lean man. Damian calls him Grayson. He just smiles at you before saying, “You know you’re allowed to use the door, right?’

You just shrug, “A five-year habit is hard to break.” And then you’re walking. You come home to a dirty apartment, and a passed out mother. There’s bottle lying on the floor, and you pass all of them in favor of your room. You spend the next several hours doing homework until, a slammed door alerts you to the fact that someone had entered the apartment.

Your heart speeds up, and you make a quick grab for your bag. Your window is open a moment later, and then you’re on the fire escape, just as the yelling starts. You know it won’t be long until he comes looking for you, so you move quickly. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you’re running. The farther away you are the better.

Once you’re a safe distance away, your hand reaches for your cell phone, and press the speed dial. Somewhat surprisingly it’s not Damian or Alfred who pick up, but a somewhat strange voice.

Before you can hang up, the voice says your name, “Y/N, are you okay. Is it your dad?” In that moment you realize that either Damian or Alfred has told somebody. Then you correct your line of thinking, this is the freaking bat-family, they had probably figured out every one of your secrets before you had even set foot on their property. You simply give the address of the nearest store.

It’s pouring by the time he pulls up, he’s in a car much too fancy for this neighborhood. You can almost feel people skulking around. You barely give him time to stop before sliding into the back seat. You’re a bit surprised to see a scowling Damian, and one of his brothers beside him. The other two are in the front seats.

Damian quietly hands you a towel before barking, “Turn the heat up Todd before she freezes to death! Honestly, this is why I wanted Pennyworth to drive.” You smile a bit at Damian’s barking, honestly you’re pretty used to the sound. It’s a comforting reminder that you’re safe. With that you allow yourself to fall asleep.

You wake up to the sounds of car doors opening and closing. You follow everyone else’s lead and get out. The cold is the first thing to strike you, followed by Damian’s hand coming to rest gently on your back. He guides you past his inquiring brothers and up a grand staircase. It’s not the first time you’ve been in this way. Alfred had insisted on using the door on the nights he came to pick you up, but you prefer your tree.

Damian leaves you alone to change, and you can hear him yelling at his brothers as he goes. When you’re done, you wait for Damian to come back. When he doesn’t you get a bit curious.

Damian isn’t the type to share; he likes to hog friends, partners, and especially the attention. You follow the sounds of a struggle, and nearly burst out laughing at what you see. Damian being pinned to floor, reminds you of an angry kitten trying to escape its’ mother’s hold. Todd and Grayson are sitting on him while Drake takes pictures.

You slip silently into the room and take a seat. You watch the brotherly banter with a longing. It must be nice to have a family that actually cared.

It’s several minutes before they notice you there. You want to laugh at how startled they look, but decide not to. “How the hell did you do that?” was the first question out of Todd’s mouth.

You just shrug, “I’m used to blending into the background.”

Drake bends down to Damian’s level on the floor, “Told you she’d come looking for you.”

Grayson just smiles, it’s the kind of smile that melts young girls’ hearts, and wraps little old grandmothers around a finger, “At least she used the door this time.”

Over the next several months you get to know the entirety of the Wayne family. One of them always seems to be waiting at the base of the tree for you when you come. Every time they just throw an arm around your shoulder and redirect you towards the door. You start to miss your tree.

You become surprisingly close with Bruce. You find that you have the same taste in movies and books, and often times you find yourself swapping recommendations with the older man. When the boys are out of the house you actually have time to discuss the works with him. You’re surprised at how close you become to Damian’s family.

Furthermore, you can see how it makes Damian happy. He still likes to hog your time and attention, but he’s happy that you have more people to rely on. But he’s still the one that knows you best. That’s why when he gets a sudden bad feeling one night, he doesn’t even stop to call you, he just moves.

He drives thirty over the speed limit the entire way to your house. He stops only long enough to pull the key from the ignition, before running up the fire escape to your room. When he finds the window locked, he simply breaks it, and then he’s moving towards the yelling.

You’re doing your best to shield your mother from the blows, but it’s not really helping. Damian doesn’t stop to think he just acts. He tackles your father, sending him to the ground. One punch has him knocked out, the second breaks his nose, and you’re quite sure the third fractures something in his throat. You lunge for Damian before he can get in a fourth one.

You’re bloody and bruised, and you ache all over, but you can’t help but cling to Damian. He immediately moves you away from your father before pulling you into his arms, on top of his lap. He holds you tight, whispering to you in Arabic, you catch the word beloved a few times, before allowing unconsciousness to take you.  

obsessiveshayme  asked:

I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?

This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers?  But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 

“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.” 

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Viktor Said...

Otabek wasn’t the jealous type. Of course he wasn’t, he was calm and collected; anyone with eyes could see that. He wouldn’t just suddenly lash out to someone just because someone got closer than 5 meters to his boyfriend. He just wasn’t that type of guy.

So why was he suddenly feeling murderous just because Seung Gil-Lee of Korea was being all buddy-buddy with his boyfriend, three-time gold medalist Yuri Plisetsky?

They weren’t doing anything, just casually talking. And smiling. And maybe a little laughing…Okay maybe they were doing something, but it isn’t enough reason to melt a guy with his glare!

Of course, he found it weird that his Yura was being civil with someone, much less laughing with them. What’s weirder is that, that them wasn’t him; his boyfriend and best friend of exactly 2 years and 3 months.
So here he was now, thinking of about 69 elaborate plans to eliminate this sudden competitor while simultaneously doing a triple quad and trying (and failing) to get his boyfriend’s attention.

Wait…was Seung fucking Gil’s arm inching closer to his Yura’s shoulder? Hell no. He was just about to go there and show just how calm and collected he could be until he heard his name being called.

“Otabek!” Viktor shouted across the other side of the rink, beckoning him over. Otabek quickly glanced back and noticed that both Yura and Seung were staring at him.

‘Oh so now you notice me.’ He thought bitterly.

Ignoring them, he skated towards Viktor and noticed that the man was wearing his ever-existent heart shaped smile; making him slightly more bitter.

‘No one should be this happy.’ He thought again, looking back at the two laughing skaters.

“Otabek? Are you alright?” Viktor asked which snapped Otabek back into the real world (and not the world where he was burying Seung 10 feet beneath the ground).

“Oh. Of course, why do you ask?” Otabek replied, turning around to face the older man; completely missing the concerned look Yuri sent his way.

“Ah. It’s just that I keep noticing that you look distracted. Did you and Yurio fight?” The other man asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“No. I’m fine.” Otabek answered, moving to get off the ice.

“I’m not that old to not see that you are not fine, you know.” Viktor said, watching as the younger skater sat down on the bench and proceeded to take off his skate. Said man said nothing, choosing to stay silent.

Viktor sighed and sat down on the bench, putting a comforting hand on the other’s shoulder. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it; but I want you to know that I care about you and Yurio very much. I’m here if you need someone to talk to.” He said reassuringly. Otabek sighed again and reluctantly replied, “Okay.”

A grateful smile fixed itself on Viktor’s face. Grabbing the Kazakh’s arm, he pulled him up and said, “Come on. Let’s drink something to wind us down, yeah?”


So that’s how Otabek, Hero of Kazakhstan, the dark horse, found himself half-drunk with his boyfriend’s mentor at a nearby club, spilling his woes out.

“I just don’t get it. I mean, it’s Yura! And that’s Seung Gil! They’re-” Otabek paused to down his own shot. “Them! I’ve never even seen them together before. When did they even meet?” He sulked, filling up his glass again.

“Do you want me to answer that?” His companion asked, watching the usually composed and quiet skater with no small amount of amusement (and maybe taking a few pictures here and there). The guy in question, nodded after a moment.

“They met in a competition about 3 or 4 years ago, back in France.” Viktor raised an eyebrow as he saw Otabek’s jaw clench at the mere mention of- OH. The city of love, of course; he shook his head slightly but continued nonetheless. “Seung Gil was just starting as a professional skater back then. At first they were ignoring each other, then Yurio mentioned something about how cats are the best, which Seung Gil found somewhat offensive because according to him, “Why? Because they scratch your face and ruin your couch? Psh. Dogs are so much better.” So that started the arguments between them, which then later turned into a mutual understanding about hating other people and liking the same bands and teenage stuff.” He finished, drowning his glass like a pro.

Otabek was silent for a moment, glaring at his now empty shot glass. “So…what was their relationship?” He asked reluctantly.

Viktor shrugged, handing another bottle to Otabek. “I’m not really sure but they were pretty close. If I remember correctly, Seung is the first skater Yurio cheered for. It was really quite a shock for everyone.” He chuckled slightly, remembering the other skaters’ shocked faces; noticing the way Otabek’s hand tightly gripped the bottle he handed. “Double the shock when Seung cheered for Yurio too,” Viktor was pretty sure the bottle was going to break if Otabek didn’t ease up.

It was making him all the more giddy.

“Those two were practically inseparable, you know? We even caught them laughing their heads off! Man that was a shocker. And when the competition was over, Seung won bronze, I think? I saw them eating at a nearby restaurant; celebrating I guess.” He grinned as Otabek downed the whole bottle in one go and raised his hand to order another one.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure I saw them hug it out when it was time for them to go. Even saw a few tears escape Yurio. But of course, that’s just what I saw so I’m not sure. I was pretty far away.” He shrugged again, drinking his own glass casually.

“So…they were pretty close huh?” Otabek replied, going back to glaring at his again-empty glass.

“Of course. They were very fond of each other.-“ Viktor paused. “I might even go as far as to say that they were closer than anyone else.” He added with a barely concealed smug grin.

That seemed to be the breaking point for Otabek as he stood up. “Thank you for this but I really need to go. Goodbye.” He said quickly, taking out his wallet and putting a few bills on the table, because he might be more than half drunk but God damn it he had manners.

He left before Viktor even had the chance to say goodbye. The latter laughing quietly to himself and dialing up his fiancé’s number.

“You won’t believe what just happened…”


So now Otabek was walking (stomping) down the hallway of the rink, eyes dark and face set hard but he was stopped when he saw both the objects of his affection and anger round up around a corner.

Yuri finally took his eyes off Seung Gil (who he was talking just seconds ago, now ignoring what the older man was saying) and looked at Otabek, eyes flashing with shock then concern.

“Beka? Where were you? We were just about to come looking for you?” He asked walking closer to his fuming boyfriend.

“Hey…Are you drunk?” he asked after leaning in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. Said guy just ignored him and continued to glare at the now approaching Korean. “Beka?”

“Is there a reason why your boy toy is glaring at me?” Seung Gil asked, glaring back.

“Lee!” The Russian exclaimed after hearing his friend call his boyfriend his ‘boy toy’.

Otabek growled and stalked forward, glaring viciously at the taller skater. “Stay away from my boyfriend you asshole!” he ground out.

Seung’s eyes flashed angrily as he glared back at the Kazakh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t act stupid! I’m telling you to stop flirting with Yuri!” Otabek answered, ignoring the distressed kitten pulling at his arm.

“WHAT? I don’t know how stupid you are, but don’t go accusing me of something I didn’t do.” Seung countered, ignoring his friend’s pleading face and moving closer to his enemy.

Otabek wasn’t a violent person but fuck that, he was fucking furious, so of course the only logical thing to do was punch the annoying, ugly face in front of him.


So now he found himself in the infirmary of the ice rink while his coach was talking to some staff or manager, trying to not get them banned or kicked out.

“That was stupid.” His boyfriend stated, dabbing an ice pack on his much bruised cheek. Man, he didn’t expect the guy to pack such a punch.

“I know.” He answered, wincing slightly at the pain on his face.

“Then why’d you do it?” Yuri asked, though he was only greeted with silence. “Otabek.” He called firmly.

Said skater sighed and looked away, “I was jealous.” He whispered quietly.

“What was that? Speak up.” Yuri ordered pressing the ice pack a little harder. Otabek flinched away but still did not look up.

“I was jealous.” He said a little louder.

“Oh.” Yuri exclaimed softly, trying (and failing) to calm his blush by clearing his throat. “Why?”

Otabek groaned feeling like an interrogated criminal, ‘might as well get it over with.’ He thought and sighed.

“I saw you two were very close and I don’t know it just feels…off. So I asked Viktor and he told me that you two met before and you were very very close, closer than anyone.” He summarized, wishing that the ground would just eat him whole.

“Of course we were.” Yuri said, noticing his boyfriend’s hand forming into a fist. He sighed and covered it with his own. “Were, as in past tense…because I met you.”

Otabek finally looked up at his boyfriend’s beautiful soft blue-green eyes. “Really?“

“Really, you idiot. I wouldn’t be dating and calling you my best friend if we weren’t, you know.” Yuri reassured him.

He frowned and looked away again after hearing the word dating and asked, “Viktor said you two were together before. Is that true?” (Even though Viktor never said anything about dating).

Yuri sighed and sat down beside him, still holding his hand. “No. At least we never talked about going official. We were both young and you know he was just starting skating, and I was rising so we had to get our priorities straight…but that was before. We’re just friends now. Seriously there’s nothing to be jealous about.”

He reassured him again but still the Kazakh wouldn’t look at him. He sighed and called, “Beka. Hey, look at me. Please.” He pleaded quietly. Said man finally looked at him.

“I love you, okay? You, not Lee or anybody else; just you, okay? I love the way you talk and how gentle you are and how much you love me and that you make me feel all giddy and special and I know I don’t say or show it as often but I really really do love you and I’m so-“He got cut off when his boyfriend’s slightly chapped lips gently pressed against his.

“You have no fault in this Yura, don’t you dare apologize.” He stated firmly then pressed another gentle kiss on his kitten’s soft lips. “I love you too, Yura. So very much.”

Yuri giggled, glad that the problem was solved. He shyly pressed another kiss on the Kazakh’s lips and stood up, dragging him up as well.

“Now come on you big sap. You got someone else to apologize too,” He then leaned closer then whispered in his ear, “but before that let me show you how loyal I am, huh?”

Day 5: Fears (jealousy)

So I did this and now I finally have a contribution to Otayuri weeeeeeek. Yeeees. I hope you like it. I can’t post it on AO3 yet cause I dont have an invite. Please excuse any wrong grammars or spellings. Thank you for reading! :)