do u ever wish you could watch one of dan and phil’s old skype calls from before they met? like i just want to know what they talked about and what they did for 5 hours
thanks to phil lester the living legend who took screenshots of their old skype calls all the time cuz they were young n gross n cute n in love n he wanted to cherish those moments forever.. we know some of their skype shenanigans included but were not limited to:
deep convos with dans childhood doggo
more deep convos with dans bear probably when dan had to get up to go do something
guitar hero for hours probably (im sure dan used to play cheesy songs that still bring back memories to this day)
dan doing some weird shit and acting out skits most likely bc he was and still is a dramatic theater kid and phil was always super entertained by them
proof that dan has been the sun since 2009
and screenshots like this… among other.. similar screenshots….. just a few out of the many, many screenshots that will forever remain private… :)
You had just gotten to back from class to your duplex. You lived in a very nice part of town for almost a year now. It was strange, even after ten months you were still getting used to all this. You’d come from a pretty wealthy family, but when you decided that you were going to go to school for dance and not to medical school your parents cut you off.
He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice!
When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend “Never had one.” “A boyfriend then?” “Nope. None of that either.” “But why?” “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.” Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad. “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?” Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy. “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing. Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence.
It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence. “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.” Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.” “Huh. Interesting.”
They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting. “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.” “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled. “How about you? Who was your first crush?” Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.” “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!” “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?” “The word for what?” Keith looked confused. “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.” Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.” “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed. “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk. “I think I have my first crush now.” “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious. “It’s basically someone you admire, right?” “Yeah.” Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.” “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!” Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.” Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?” “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.” Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.
Summary: Bucky believes you deserve more, but all you need is right in front of you.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, fluff, kissing, fluff, *mic drop* the end
Word Count: 2331
A/N: Kind of a song fic based on Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I didn’t include lyrics because I thought it flowed better without them, but this story follows the song. I would love to know what you think :)
He was to be living with heroes. The righteous, the worthy, the ones who had been given a second chance and redeemed themselves.
He was given a second chance and he failed. After he fell and woke up alive, Hydra broke him. He couldn’t escape. He complied. How did he deserve the third chance he was given now?
I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^
“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”
“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.
Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.
“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.
It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -
“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”
Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.
“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”
“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”
This is going great, said a little voice in his head.
I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality.
Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off.
Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.
Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad.
It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.
Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.
How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.
….Then. I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.
It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.
Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.
….Then. “You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.
We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.
I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“
“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.
“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“
This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“
Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.
“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“
Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“
“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“
We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.
“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.
“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“
“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.
My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.
“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“
“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“
My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.
“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“
I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.
Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.
Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulledme away and out of Harry’s sight.
The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.
“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“
“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“
“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“
With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.
“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“
At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.
“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.
“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“
“But only with you it is real.“
I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.
….Now. Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him. Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.
“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
….Then. I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“
I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.
“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“
It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.
We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.
“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“
I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.
Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.
My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.
I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.
“Harry? What happened?“
My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.
I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“
Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.
“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.
I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.
I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“
Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.
“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.
“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“
His voice was back to being harsh.
Still I pressed on.
“Did Harry do that?“
I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends. Never somebody we cared about.
At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him. Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.
“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.
Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.
“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“
“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“
“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“
“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.
He’d stayed silent until now.
Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“
I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.
“Come with me.“
“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“
My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.
“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“
I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.
I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.
My stomach turned.
“I can go home by myself.“
Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.
“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“
I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“
He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“
Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.
“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“
Any other person would have understood.
Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.
Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.
I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.
I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.
When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.
“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“
I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“
But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.
Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.
Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.
“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“
“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“
In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again. I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him.
But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.
….Now. Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed.
To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.
At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.
He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.
I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.
….Then. Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.
I was devastated.
Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.
“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“
She might as well have knocked me out.
Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“
Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.
Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.
The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.
To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.
Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?
I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?
“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.
“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“
I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“
“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.
She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“
I nodded. “Good.“
“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.
With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“
“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“
Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.
“Well, I’m not going to.“
“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“
I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“
When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.
“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“
“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“
“He told me you were the one who left.“
I gaped at her. “What?“
She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“
Once more my body was set on fire with anger. “That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“
Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.
“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“
There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.
Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“
At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“
Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“
I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“
“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“
I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“
Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.
What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.
Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.
I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.
After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.
It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.
How are you?
Can we talk?
Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.
„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.
I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.
Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.
I didn’t hesitate to press yes.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.
Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.
We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.
But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.
AN: This is the most cringie and awkward thing i’ve ever written xD but I had the idea for weeks so… yeah, also so much smut!
Liam frowned as you collapsed onto his chest. This had been
a deal between the two of you. You’d come over when he needed help with his
heat, neither of you would tell Scott because he’d find his own way to deal
with it, the two of you were perfectly content with the current situation.
Or at least you had been four hours ago, when Liam convinced
you a few more rounds would get his eyes to stop glowing. But he was wrong, you
were tuckered out and Liam was to pent up that he was likely to hump anything
with a heartbeat that he came across.
“Maybe we should call Scott?” You mumbled as you sat up,
straddling him as you watched him carefully.
Warning: The feelings are going to hit you like a freight train
A/N: I woke up from a nap and in 4.5 hours I cranked it out and just had to publish it. Sorry for any errors. Enjoy!!
Summary: You are an emergency room nurse receiving a patient from a local care facility. All you’ve been told is that he is a 29 year old male in an unresponsive coma for the last 3 years, and about 20 minutes ago his heart started to race uncontrollably. As the rest of your staff work on getting him transferred to the hospital gurney, start an IV, and getting him hooked up to the heart monitor, you speak with one of the paramedics that brought him in.
“Alright, tell me what you know.”
“29 year old male named Dean Winchester. Was in a car accident with his father and brother three years ago. Car versus semi, and he’s the only one to make it. He’s been in a non-responsive coma this entire time. He has a feeding tube, but can breath normally on his own. A nurse said she went in to give him a bed bath and his heart just ‘went nuts’.”
You could tell by the tone of his voice he was leaving something out. “And? What else?”
“Unofficially, that nurse is a bitch. She is one of the meanest people I’ve ever met and we hate having to deal with her when we go there. Knowing her she probably shook him around and roughed him up.”
“Lovely.” You gave him a tight smile and moved back to your patient.
“Dean, my name is Y/N. I’m going to be taking care of you okay.”
Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Summary: A snapshot
into the life of Jung Hoseok and his cat hybrid (aka Y/N)
A/N: Always wanted
to write a Hybrid!au…so, here it is! Also, I got the title from the song by
“You smell weird.”
Hoseok stopped and turned towards you, blinking in surprise.
About an hour ago, you were sitting right next to him with
your head on his lap, eating the strawberries he put in a bowl for you. You
were quiet while watching TV as Hoseok shuffled with papers he had to get
through for his job’s upcoming project. The television was put on mute, so you
were just watching the characters on screen walk around and talk without any
words coming out of their mouths (Hoseok said he could finish his work in the
bedroom so he wouldn’t bother your TV time (he knows you enjoy a certain drama
that comes on at 8) but you decided spending time with him was better than some
drama you could watch again—but you wouldn’t tell him that). You would
occasionally rub your cheek against his leg and he would let his finger run
through your hair, stopping every now and then to put a paper to the side or
rub his knuckles behind your ears.
Everything was quiet. You were quiet the entire time—letting
out a purr every now and then when he scratched that particular spot behind your ears—and it was nice. He enjoyed
the domestic feeling that resonated throughout the apartment, bringing forth a
warm sensation that filled is stomach, making it completely full. Almost like
he had eaten a century’s worth of food.
It felt nice. Being with you was nice, and he wanted to stay
like this forever.
That is until you slowly removed yourself from his lap. He
didn’t pay much mind to it at first, simply allowing you to move so you could
go to the bathroom or get a drink or do whatever it was you needed to do, as
long as you came back into his lap quickly. But, you didn’t walk to the kitchen
or bathroom. He could still feel your presence beside him, staring at him.
Well, it felt more like glaring.
Than you spoke. And it wasn’t sweet like your strawberry
stained fingers. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was blunt and straight to the
point, just like most things you said (but he liked that about you). You just
straight out and said what was on your mind, even if it might’ve been kind of
harsh. You didn’t come right out and say it, but Hoseok knew what you meant.
Hoseok, you stink.
He put his papers down and used his finger to adjust the
glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose before he spoke.
“I…I do?” he stuttered out, sounding confused and a
little offended. You usually enjoyed his scent. Well, at least he thought you
Once his glasses were in place, he could see the way your
eyes bore into his, glaring at him. You sat on your knees with your hands
clinched on your lap, and your tail swayed side to side vigorously.
Were you angry?
You were wearing his oversized white t-shirt (the one that
fell off your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin), and it kind of distracted
him from the situation at the moment. Hoseok loved your skin. It was similar to
silk with how much he wanted to constantly touch it; to feel how soft it is.
You weren’t wearing any pants either. Probably just shorts that were being
covered by the shirt. Or maybe you were only wearing your underwear underneath.
Or…or maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all. Just
the thought made a chill run down his spine.
He felt the need to touch you now, but he remembered the
sharp gaze you had on him and he thought maybe now wasn’t the best time for
He really wanted to, though.
Hoseok brought his gaze back to your eyes and, indeed, you
were still glaring at him and your tail was still moving around anxiously. You
must’ve been waiting for a better response than the one he just gave you, but
you broke the silence before he could say anything else.
“Yes. You smell weird,” you said as you shifted your eyes to
the side for a second, only to bring them back to Hoseok’s. “You smell kind of.
Hoseok took his glasses off and put them on the coffee table
before leaning his back against the couch, never breaking eye contact with you.
“Well, what do I smell like?”
The question made you snap your head up at him, looking into
his sleepy eyes, and crawl over to him slowly. You brought your face close to
his, your nose touching his, and you stared at him for a while, admiring his
features, before dropping your head down to nose at his neck. You took a deep
breath, and began running your nose down his neck to his shoulder. You inhaled
and then rubbed your cheek against his shoulder until you’ve had enough and
used your nose to trace your way to the dip in the middle of his neck.
You continued to nose at the exposed skin around his neck
and shoulder, pulling down the strap to his white beater to expose more of him.
Hoseok softly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist you onto
his lap. Once you were straddling him, still smelling and scenting him, Hoseok
ran his hands up and down your bare thighs, sighing at the warmth of your skin.
He moved his right hand up to your hips, moving the fabric of the shirt with
him to feel more of you. He kept moving his hand up until his palm was on your
back, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the skin.
He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. (You
were wearing the baby blue underwear that had small pink hearts everywhere).
Eventually, you removed your face from his neck with your
nose scrunched up. “You smell fruity. Like some perfume,” you said with a
little sniff. “really strong perfume.”
Hoseok opened his eyes and looked at you. “Really?”
You nodded. God, he’s
“That’s strange. You know I don’t where any cologne usually
or body spray.” He knew you liked his natural scent more than of those
artificial flavors people envelope their body in.
But he wasn’t prepared for what you said to him next.
“Were you with a woman?”
Hoseok’s head snapped up, his eyes looking directly into
yours. You were expressionless. Not upset, not sad, not anything. Your face was
completely blank. If he had to name one thing he didn’t personally care for
about you (which was difficult because he literally loved everything about you), it would have to be this face that he could
never read or decipher. It made understanding you quite difficult; especially
when he first brought you home.
“A woman?” he questioned with a frown. “Y/N, you know I work
with other women at my job. Maybe one of them brushed up against me while they
were walking by or something like that.”
That was a lie. He was with a woman at work. Well, not in that type of context. While assisting an
associate with a bug on her computer, she was leaning pretty close against him,
having her chest a little too close to his shoulders. Once he was able to fix the
problem, she showed her gratitude by running her hand along his bicep with a
flirtatious smirk. He felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly took his leave
before anything escalated. He didn’t think much of the encounter since he
didn’t feel much from it—just discomfort.
You didn’t have anything to worry about, since he only saw
you, but he felt the need to ease your suspicion, so he wrapped his arms around
you more and place his face in the crook of your neck.
“Besides, I don’t have the time or the urge for anyone else.
It’s only you. It’ll always be you.” Now it was Hoseok’s turn to run his nose
along your neck, letting it run along your jawline, knowing it always made you
There was only you, and there would always only be you. Only you-
“I don’t believe you.”
Hoseok’s entire body froze and the hold on your waist
loosen. He removed his face from your neck only to see your catlike eyes
glaring at him once again before removing yourself from his hold and walking
out of the room.
Hoseok sat on the couch for a moment, dumbfounded by your
comment, until he heard the slam of a door making him jump up and shuffle
towards your bedroom door. As soon as he was in front of your door he gave a
slight knock, requesting your permission to enter.
He knocked a second time.
No one answers.
He gives a third knock and, with another no answer, he knows
you were going to be ignoring him for a while. You only did that when you
weren’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring him meant you weren’t angry, but far
from happy as well. He let out a defeated sigh before reaching for the doorknob
and gripping it. Hoseok could easily walk into your room and make you give him
your attention, but he knew that would just be invading your privacy. You never
locked your door. You didn’t, because you never had a reason to. He respected
you. You were of value. His equal. So, if you wanted time to yourself, he would
grant that to you. You didn’t have to lock the door to get away from him
because he would already know what mood you’re in to know what you want. And,
if that so happens to be away from him, then he would make himself give you
some time until you’re ready.
So, Hoseok releases his grip from your doorknob and slowly
walks away from your bedroom door, settling back on the couch to finish his
work; hoping you would feel generous enough to see him before he has to go to
Sometimes you wished Hoseok would just storm into your room,
and make you listen to him. He had every right to ask for an explanation from
you. And you knew there was no reason for you to be upset. It wasn’t that big
of a deal. He comes home smelling of other people most of the time since he
works at an office with like 15 other people. It was understandable that one of
them (even if it was a woman) might bump against him or get close to him.
It’s just…why did it have to be a woman? Why did it have
to be someone with such a strong smell? Why did she have to get so close that
you could smell her all over his body?
Hoseok was too nice for his own good. He always saw the good
in people and didn’t really like confrontation. That’s why whenever you both
did so happen to get into an argument, he would always give you time to calm
down whenever you stormed out. Afterwards, you would come out of your room and
he would be waiting for you, ready to cuddle with you and run his hands along
your tail. The issue is never really solved and it doesn’t get brought up
again. It’s not the best way to resolve a problem, of course, but it worked for
the both of you.
Well, except this time.
You didn’t feel like going back into the room and ignoring
the issue just so he could pet you and rub his hands along your body. Though
that did sound nice, you wanted to let him know that this isn’t going to be
solved with just a few gentle strokes. Hoseok needed to know that…
Hell. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to know,
honestly. You weren’t particular upset about the way he smelled. You just. .
.just wanted him to-
Shit. What the hell is
wrong with me?
You waited about two hours before deciding it was time to
leave your room. You tip toed to your door and leaned your ear against it,
wondering if Hoseok was still around.
You didn’t hear anything, so you quietly opened the door and
peeked your head out. Looking both ways and seeing that the close was clear,
you quietly walked towards the living room. The television was off and the room
was dark. Good. You weren’t really in the mood to talk to him right now. You
made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing if there was
anything to snacks on before going back to your room. You settled some more
fruit—blackberries, blueberries, and more strawberries—grabbing a bowl and pour
them in together. You plucked a blackberry out the bowl and started putting the
containers back in the fridge.
Once you were done, all the food back in its place and about
to grab the bowl to head to your room, you felt two strong arms wrap around
your waist and hoisting you into the air. You let out a weak yelp and tried to
get out of the hold, but stopped once you heard a familiar voice.
“I’ve finally got you.” the voice chuckled against your ear
before placing a light peck behind the lobe. You immediately stopped moving and
allowed yourself to be carried bridal style in Hoseok’s arms as he made his way
to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the
coffee table and wrapping his warm arms around your waist so you won’t try to
(Even though you didn’t plan on leaving.)
You just sigh in frustration and cross your arms over your
chest, looking anywhere but at him.
“Hey,” Hoseok hums, kissing behind your ear again. “Hey,
come one. Look at me, Y/N. Please?”
You didn’t respond. Just kept your attention on the blank
television screen. Your tail swayed side to side, agitated.
Hoseok sighs. “Y/N, come one,” he buries his face into your
neck. “I…I’m sorry. I took a shower for you. Do I still smell like them?”
At that moment, you felt like complete shit. Hoseok
apologized, and he had no right to. It really, really wasn’t his fault, yet you made him feel as if it was. I really don’t deserve him.
Your ears began to flatten at the thought. Slowly, you
turned your body around to straddle him, and buried your face into his neck.
You took a deep, deep breath of his scent, and, the smell flowed through your
nose. His smell. The smell of citrus
and honey, but also the distinct smell of a man. You know, that musky smell.
You couldn’t get enough of it. It was so addicting. Hoseok, he was so addicting. You could stay cooped up
in his arms forever.
But, as you basked in the scent that is Hoseok, you could
still, very faintly, smell the fruit scent of some woman.
“Do I smell any better?” Hoseok broke the silence making you
snap out of your thoughts. You took another whiff before nodding your head.
That made him sigh in relief, pulling you more into his arms. He could place
his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head to meet his so he can place his
forehead on yours. “Good. Do you love me again?”
That made you frown. Love again? What was he talking about?
You’ll always love him. What kind of question is that? Why would he even think
about you not loving him? That’s ridiculous. It should be a crime to ask such a
question like that. Your ears straightened up and your tail began to move
around again. You pressed the palms of your hands on his cheeks as well and
lightly pressed your lips on his. When you pulled back, you could see the soft
smile and happiness that shone in his eyes.
“I never stopped, Hobi.”
Hoseok let out another sigh before burying his face in your
neck, tightening his arms around your waist again. “That’s good. I’m glad,” he
peppered light kisses along your neck and jawline. “So, glad.”
You began running your hands through his hair, burying your
nose in the strands. He washed it, and it smelled like the rose shampoo you
really liked. Your stopped moving your tail and laid it over his knee. You both
stayed like that for a little while, simply basking in each other’s scent.
Hoseok would continue to nudge your neck with his nose and leave random pecks
throughout the skin, while you buried your nose further into his hair and
occasionally rubbing your cheek and forehead against him. There was no sounds
this time. No papers rustling around; just the sound of you and Hoseok
breathing and the deep breaths you both took. It was perfect. He was perfect. You
both were perfect together.
You both finally broke apart once Hoseok yawned against your
(his) t-shirt, causing you to move back to look at him. His eyes were drooping
and he looked exhausted, yet he still managed to keep that lovely smile on his
face just for you.
“You should go to bed, Hobi.” You said as you began removing
yourself from his lap, but Hoseok gripped your waist to make you stay in place.
“No, not yet. Stay with me,” he leaned his back against the
couch, keeping eye contact with you. “Right here.” He gently lifts you and lays
you across his lap, grabbing the bowl of fruit afterwards. He picks up a
blackberry and holds it up against your mouth. You let the blackberry hit your
lips a bit before opening your mouth and eating the fruit from Hoseok’s hand.
He smiles and continues to place more fruit in front of your mouth for you to
“Hobi, you have to go to sleep. You have work in the morning
and I don’t want you to be late or tired when you get up.” You say even though
you’re still eating the fruit he holds in front of you.
“It’s fine. I want to spend more time with you before I go
to sleep.” He response and licks some of the juice on his thumb before grabbing
a strawberry from the bowl.
You pout. “But you’ll be tired in the morning.”
Hoseok chuckles. “But I want to be with you a little more.”
You feel your heart speed up and your tail start to find its
rhythm again. “But you could be late for work and Namjoon will be mad at you!”
“But I love you.”
And that’s it. Those three words cause you to forget how
speak and simply eat the strawberry from his fingers with your face the color
of the fruit. He won this round, I guess.
But, honestly, he somehow wins every round.
(You both eventually fall asleep on the couch, with you
lying on the couch and Hoseok on top of you, resting his head on your chest and
holding your intertwined fingers against his lips.
Hoseok’s alarm goes off at 7am, but neither of you hear it
since its charging in his bedroom, causing you both to wake up at 8am—thirty
minutes before he has to be at the office. You try to get him to hurry, but he
refuses, saying something about, “I don’t feel good!” and “You have to take
care of me today!”
You try to make him leave, but he gives that really annoying
(annoyingly cute) puppy dog face causing you to give in and let Hoseok call
Namjoon about not being able to make it into work today.
From the other line, you could practically hear Namjoon
rolling his eyes as he tells Hoseok to ‘get better’ before hanging up the
(Part 2? Possible series? Let me know what you guys think with likes/comments please! ^^
A/N: Look who finally finished part 11! But also real talk though, seeing a professional doesn’t make you weak or lesser as a
person. BUT not all types of help work for everyone and I strongly
encourage anyone going through stuff to find a way of support and recovery that
works for them. Take care of yourself, you guys <3
You’d been hunched over your desk, absorbed in your work when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Leaning back in your chair, you set down your pen and listened. The knock sounded again and you called out to FRIDAY, letting Sam in.
He’d been visiting you regularly over the past few days and as he entered the room you noticed the disapproving look he threw you. You weren’t surprised; you knew exactly why he was upset. He hated it when you buried yourself in work, yet there you were doing just that: anything to distract yourself.
You let out a small sigh and closed the binder in front of you, turning to face the older man.
“Hey.” You greeted, voice hoarse from lack of use.
“Hey,” he replied. “How are you doing?”
Sam took a seat on the edge of your bed and you shrugged. There was a pause and you opened your mouth to speak, but Sam beat you to it.
It was a small thing, so small that if he hadn’t been paying very close attention, Andrew never would have noticed.
They were in the kitchen, finally together after months apart. Neil being on a different team made it hard for them to make time to just be together. They had plenty of dates, where one of them drove to meet up for dinner or a movie or a smoke and a night together in a hotel, but they rarely had downtime where they both just existed in the same space and went about their days.
It was like being alone, together. Andrew went about his day and Neil went about his. Sometimes their activities overlapped. Neil came to make a sandwich while Andrew sat at the kitchen table eating a quart of chocolate rocky road ice cream. Andrew came into the bathroom to take out his contacts that were bothering him, while Neil was using the restroom. Andrew draped himself on the couch to nap while Neil was watching an exy game; one that he put on mute with subtitles when Andrew sat on the couch.
BTS Reaction: you struggling against them as they hug you while you’re upset.
It’s got some fluff, some angst, hell yeah
You couldn’t remember if it was dance practice or the gym that Jin had just returned from, but either way he was very sweaty and very attractive at the moment. The only thing to do was to draw your boyfriend in.
Suddenly, you lit up with an idea.
"You don’t smell very good right now,“ you giggled. Jin hummed to himself, "I thought that if your BO smelled good to your significant other it meant your chemistry was good.” Shrugging nonchalantly, you countered, “maybe we should start seeing other people.” Eyes wide with slight hurt, Jin gasped. “(Y/n)!” You hurried to remedy it, “Baby, I’m just kidding!” Satisfied, Jin nodded, “Good, now give me a hug."
He moved toward you arms outstretched. Your nose wrinkled in mock disgust, "Ach, no!”
You darted away and Jin immediately gave chase.
He followed you around the kitchen before trapping you on the opposite side of the island. You faked right before diving to the floor, hoping to crawl away. Unfortunately, he was faster and he nabbed you, pulling you to him. You squealed and squirmed. Laughing, he pulled you to him, pinning your arms with his stronger ones and peppering your face with light kisses.
“I hate you!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. You had never seen Jungkook so livid. His eyes blazed, his face was white with fury, even his muscles seemed to bulge in relation to his temper.
“You hate me!? Fine, the why don’t you leave? Huh? If you hate me so much, the go on and walk out that door, delete my number.” “Maybe I will,” you countered, “you probably wouldn’t do anything to stop me even if you wanted to."
You said it to hurt him. You knew Jungkook struggled with expressing himself. His mouth shut in a tight line, "why are you doing this to me?" "You never talk to me,” you felt the hot tears sting the back of your eyelids, “it’s like I’m not here sometimes.” His hands ran through his hair in frustration, “I’m not trying to hurt you!” You wiped your eyes on the back of your hand angrily, “I want you to love me!” He seemed on the verge of tears as well, “(Y/n), I do! I do!” “No, you don’t,” you cried, “and sometimes it feels like I have to fake it.” That was another lie, a baseless claim used to prop up your defences against your insecurity.
This time, Jungkook did begin to cry, clearly frustrated at his inability to convey his feelings. “(Y/n), you don’t mean that. Please, tell me you don’t."
He grabbed you and gave you a little shake, "what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything!” You wormed against him, crying and beating his back. “I fucking hate you, Jungkook! Get off!” But he was too strong and he squeezed you to his chest, which you could feel heaving with his own sobs. “Please don’t hate me, please… I love you, I love you so much.” And his words broke you down even further, finally melting against him.
"You know what, Yoongi? Sometimes you have the amazing ability to make me feel so small.“ And then you burst into angry tears. You tried your best to halt the flow, biting down on your lower lip, fists clenched at your sides, but it did little.
Yoongi’s face had gone from infuriatingly indifferent to guilty. "No, (y/n), please don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” In a flash, he had you in his arms. You wriggled, mostly embarrassed about your emotional state. “Get off, Yoongi!” He only held you closer.
“No, please let me say sorry."
”(Y/n), I don’t ever want you to feel like that. I can be harsh sometimes, I’m really sorry, but I love you. You know that, right?“
You exhaled slowly, allowing your head to drop to his shoulder, "I love you too."
"I get it, Tae! You are a friendly guy, you like to be liked by everyone, but why the hell are you friends with someone you know hates me?” “(Y/n),” he began, his eyes wide in exasperation, but you held up a hand. You weren’t finished. “If you were just polite to her, that would be fine, but you’re defending her when I tell you all the hell she’s put me through! Do you have any idea how lonely it is eating by yourself at lunch? Do you? No, you don’t. Let me say, it is probably the worst feeling in the world and it’s something that really should stay in high school, okay?"
His head was bowed, his lower lip caught between his teeth, "I’m sorry, baby.” You turned away, suddenly tired from venting, “don’t call me that right now.” In response, he embraced you, pulling you to him tightly. “No,” you groaned tiredly. “I’m not letting you go until you forgive me. I’m so sorry. Really, I am. From now on, I swear, I’ll always be on your side. Always. I promise." Those words almost sent you into an emotional breakdown. They were exactly what you needed to hear. As for the unwanted hug…
Of course, Taehyung was one to needle. He’d pick and pick and pick until you either exploded or relented. Right now, as you rubbed your temples trying your best to alleviate an increasing headache, you realised that you had no choice but to relent today. It was more for him than you. He felt bad, that much was clear and Taehyung was never disloyal. "I forgive you,” you conceded sincerely. “I love you,” his whispered into your neck.
"Why would you say something like that?“ Namjoon blinked, "oh, I was just messing around.”
"No, that’s private.“
You were bristling, "I told you that it was private."
"You’re right, you’re right. I messed up.”
He was holding up his hands in truce. Still, you were upset. Folding your arms across your chest, you turned away. “No. I’m still angry." You could hear him chuckle and the sound had you whipping about, ready to scold him but Namjoon suddenly swept you into his arms, "you’re so cute!”
"No! I am most certainly not! Put me down!“
"No, I physically can’t. You’re too much!”
You couldn’t help but feel a smile growing as you felt his laugh vibrate through his chest.
"Oh, my gosh, (y/n), get off! You’re so annoying sometimes.“ It wasn’t said playfully. His words were harsh and biting, most likely originating from stress. It hurt all the same.
"You’re so sensitive all the time, I was just playing,” you whispered, lower lip trembling.
Jimin had already realised his error and was moving toward you again, arms outstretched. You turned your body away from him, “no, if you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t.” Despite your protests, Jimin wrapped himself around you, burying his face in your hair. You pushed against his chest half heartedly, the deepest part of you enjoying your proximity.
“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please.” He pulled you against him tighter until you finally relaxed.
You had had a hard day. It left you depressed and wanting nothing more than to curl up on your bed with your laptop. As you entered your apartment, you heard your boyfriend greet you from the living room. “Hey, baby!” “Hey,” you called.
There was a few seconds pause. Ordinarily, you’d go to him and sit with Hoseok on the couch for a good hour and he must have noticed you not coming because after a couple of moments, Hoseok rounded the corner.
“How was your day?” he asked concernedly. You attempted a smile, “long."
"Want to talk about it?”
"No, not really.“
"Aw,” he looked hurt and you could see him approach, arms positioning themselves ready to embrace you.
“I really just want to be alone right now,” you said quietly, before he came. Hoseok, visibly conflicted, found himself at a loss, letting his arms drop to his sides. He watched you begin to turn and head for your room. Finally, he called, “baby, please. I don’t know how to comfort you any other way.” With a sigh, you returned and allowed yourself to mould into his open arms.
Maybe it was a little better than sulking in your room.
Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader
GIF Credit: ^^^
Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex
A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon:Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon:Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!
You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.
“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.
“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.
“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.
“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.
“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.
“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.
“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.
“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.
“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”
“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”
“You have two hands,” you snap.
“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.
Y’all … the Today Show outfit ruined me. This one is a little different (don’t let the NSFW scare you, it’s no where near true smut) and I had fun with it. Let me know what you think!
You could feel the energy outside as soon as you took your spot near the stage – the fans around you were buzzing with excitement. Screams of “I love you” and “HARRY!!!” echoed in your ears as you watched him take the stage. He was trying to hide the smirk on his face as he came toward the mic, but he was too excited.
He’d been talking about this performance for days. Harry was an adrenaline junky and lived for performing. He’d come home, talking nonstop at late hours of the night, going on and on about how this and that happened – you knew that this was where he belonged. The break he took from the band was good, but it was even better now that his entrance back into the music world was exploding.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he stood above everyone else – the pink of his suit glowing in the morning sun. It was a good color on him, bold even, but you would have expected nothing less from him.
It was a few nights ago that you’d helped him pick out this suit. There were many options, ranging from simple button-ups with his famous black Skinnies to full-on printed suits like the one he’d worn for SNL. Harry looked good in everything he put on, you thought, but he was still searching for the perfect one.
“Love, what do you think?” he asked, coming around the corner from your closet. You were laying on the bed, scrolling through your phone while he changed. He stood, eyes focused on your reaction. He turned toward the full-length mirror, still waiting for your opinion, and pursed his lips in concentration. You could tell he adored the suit, but wanted a second thought.
It was something you loved about him; he was confident and sure, but was always humble enough to take others’ opinions into consideration.
“I think it looks incredible,” you started, “It’s so … you.”
He laughed, turning back to you, “Me?”
“Well, you know, you’re not scared of fashion,” you said nervously, “I didn’t mean it like it–,”
He laughed, interrupting your nervous chatter, “I know, m’just checkin’.”
Blushing, you smiled, “I really do like this one, babe.”
He met your smile and looked into your eyes for a quick moment, and then ducked in for a kiss. It would have been an innocent and sweet one, had he not held it out for more than a few seconds, but this was left on your lips with a trace of want. He’d of taken it farther had it not been for the new suit he was sporting. It took you by surprise, and by the time your brain registered what was happening, it was gone and he was walking off to change back into comfortable clothes. He walked away too quickly to be sure, but you could have sworn he was smirking on his way back to the closet.