i hate feet did you know

Nerds 1.0 || Peter Parker AU

Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.

Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers  :)))

A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff. 

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Originally posted by arachnidiot

“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan. 

“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying. 

“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”

“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class. 

“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed. 

“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite. 

“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face. 

“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers. 

“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her. 

She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.  

“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face. 

The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out. 

“MR. PARKER!” 

A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better. 

“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan. 

Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush. 

 “We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang. 

The class agreed with him. 

“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.

“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.

For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class. 

The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted. 

“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom. 

Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors. 

“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone. 

“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains. 

“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?” 

“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands. 

“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…” 

“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student. 

“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up. 

“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz. 

She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100. 

“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself. 

The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door. 

There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed. 

“Should I come back or…?” He trails off. 

“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door. 

Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class. 

Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway. 

Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely. 

“Oh, nothing.”

Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors. 

They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today. 

“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend. 

“What’s up?”

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps. 

“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims. 

“Dead serious.”

“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants. 

“Hell yeah.”

They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts. 

Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom. 

He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars. 

Both of them failing miserably. 

They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories. 

“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees. 

“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake. 

“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.

Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen. 

“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”

They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers. 

In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important. 

The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity. 

“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough. 

“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap. 

“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…” 

Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air. 

No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought. 

“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die. 

Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille. 

He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back. 

Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt. 

“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize. 

He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.

“No, i-it’s fine it-” 

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”

Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching. 

The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation. 

“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone. 

Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent. 

“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously. 

They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”

She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”

At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed. 

“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth. 

“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom. 

Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened. 

Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening. 

There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him. 

Peter and Y/N stood there helpless. 

“I’m gonna kill them.”

“Meddling kids.”

Originally posted by daftprodigy

BONUS:

The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning. 

The school was bustling with the news. 

Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together. 

Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it. 

When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them. 

“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.

“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.

Clint perks up.

“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”

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A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU. 

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You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.


“Baby!”

You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”

“What?”

Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.

“Pick.”

Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.

“Y/N-…”

“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.

“Second.”


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.


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Foul Play (M)

Originally posted by minspink

Summary: Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
Word Count: 24.314
Genre: college au, basketball player Jimin, sports university
A/N: A while ago @workofteaguk was doubting my lane while simultaneously having a crisis over Jimin. So naturally, retaliation was in order. This is all @minsvga‘s fault for encouraging me to run with this idea.

Elitism brings out the worst in people. Feelings of superiority run unchecked where talent and hard work meet to flourish and thrive, where young athletes spend their days training their bodies to the limits, pushing themselves harder to reach the ultimate dream: to receive validation and know that the years they’ve spent sacrificing sleep and jobs and romance for medals, winning seasons, and future professions has been worth it.

And as any good athlete knows, elitism leads to rivalry. Rivalries between teammates, between neighboring schools, or, most notably, a rivalry between Seoul Sports University’s top gymnast and one of the best point guards to grace the basketball court. And when rivalry and hatred reach such a level, it attracts attention from outsiders, from those who find amusement from such bitter hatred between two young people. Two young people who share common goals and similar training regimes, who for all intents and purposes should be close, but cannot stand the sight of one another.

This is a feeling that you know intimately.

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Broken. //HS

“What you did, that’s the worst thing anyone has ever done to me.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s too late, enjoy her.”


Harry didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn’t mean to wake up with a blonde draped over his bare body rather than you, he was drunk and angry. That didn’t change the fact he did the one thing you both promised to never do to eachother. 

“Harry?” The strange woman’s voice filled his ears, wakening to the loud sobs he was releasing. “Are you okay?” She placed her hand on his back, he swiftly flinched from her touch. “Please, don’t.” He croaked before pushing himself from her bed, quickly finding his clothes scattered around the room.

“You’re leaving?” She asked, confusion evident in her voice as he shoved his feet into his boots. “I have to go.” He muttered, looking around for his phone, finding it at the bottom of the bed.

He clicked the home button, his heart dropping.

Baby 13 missed calls

“I was going to order us breakfast.” A pout now on her lips as he ran his fingers through his hair, a habit for when he was anxious or stressed. Both floating in the air at the moment. “Well don’t. I’m sorry, but I really need to go.” He apologised, he felt guilty. He wasn’t brought up to treat any woman like this, but then again he wasn’t brought up to cheat on his fiance either. 

He walked to the door before freezing and turning around, “Please, please don’t tell anyone about this.” He pleaded softly. She nodded, relief filling his chest before he shot her a weak smile and exited the apartment. 


“H?” Your sweet voice filled his ears, the anxiety immediately leaving his chest. Moments later you were in his view, concern filling your beautiful face and he didn’t wait long before pulling you into his room. “Woah, are you okay?” “Just missed you.” He half lied, caressing your hair. “I missed you too, I’m sorry about last night.”

His eyes closed tight at the reminder of the fight that took place before he went out and risked your 6 year relationship. 

“All you do is nag at me!” Harry hissed, glaring at you from across the room. “Oh please, all you do is exaggerate! God forbid I asked you to spend one night with me, for a change!” The anger radiated off your body, how dare he speak to you like that. He has no right. 

“For a change? You’re kidding right, god forbid I needed a night away from you!” He was shouting now, but he knew deep down he wasn’t angry with you, you weren’t asking for much. The stress over the week had took its toll, and decided the person it blew up on would be you. 

“You’re being ridiculous.” You muttered, going to walk out of the room before he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. “Don’t you dare walk away from me! I am you’re fiance and you will respect me YN!” Then you did the worst possible thing, you laughed.

His face hardening with each giggle, “I will respect you when you decide to respect me Harry.” The words spat at him like venom before he gently pushed you away from him. “I’m going out, and that’s final.” She scoffed with a nod, “Go, just don’t expect to find me here when you come home.” 

He smiled with a nod, “Can you promise that?” And then he left, and god did he wish he didn’t.

“Let’s just forget about it.” He said softly, you pulled away slightly too look up at him. “Are you okay love?” She asked worriedly. He nodded, trying to keep the tears at bay and scared she would notice he placed his lips on her quickly. 

It felt wrong kissing her with lips that were on another woman’s just hours ago but he had to forget, he had to forget it all so he could her with him. “I love you.” He whispered, staring into her eyes so that she could see the sincerity in them. “I love you so goddamn much sweetheart.” 

Your heart soared and you pecked his lips once more, “Not as much as I love you.” He smiled, fighting the pain he was feeling in his chest. He had to keep her, he had to do it. 

“I found some ideas for bridesmaid dresses.” You said, grinning up at him which he returned at the mention of your wedding. “Colour?” “Maroon, wanted something to bring out those gorgeous emeralds.” She said smiling cheekily, referring to his eyes earning a hearty laugh. “These emeralds can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress.” “Soon my love, soon.” 


All was good again for the next few weeks, both of your attention solely focused on eachother and your wedding that was coming up in a short few months. You were delighted by the attention you were receiving from Harry not knowing that it was really stemming from guilt.

Harry was happy too, happy he still had his girl and happy that he didn’t have to tell her about his fuck up.

That was until he returned home from the studio one night, heart dropping as he walked into the livingroom to find you on the floor, slumped over in tears with your phone held tightly in your shaking hand.

“YN, baby?” He asked cautiously stepping towards her, the minute she looked at him his heart broke. She knew, and it was killing her.

“You couldn’t keep it in your pants, for one night?” Her harsh words were like a bullet to his heart, tears stinging at his ‘emeralds’. “Love.” He said shakily, she shook her head whilst letting a sob escaped her lips. “God I’m such an idiot.” She hissed, all anger directed towards herself. 

“No YN, you aren’t the idiot, I’m the idiot.” He whispered, she scoffed loudly. “No you’re a cheating prick!” He felt the second bullet hit his chest, he swallowed loudly before collapsing next to her. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry.” He apologised, letting the tears fall from his eyes. “I bet.” She whispered before placing her phone into his hands.

  “Harry Styles cheats on Fiance YN YLN with cocktail waitress!”

Below the headline there was a picture of me sleeping with the unknown blonde’s head on my chest, the hickeys she left me visible and I felt my heart drop as I realised she had sent the picture in.

“Maybe next time you decide to cheat on someone, atleast remember you’re Harry Styles and the chance it staying a secret is slim.” Her words held little emotion as she tried to control the tears, a sob escaping Harry’s lips as she resisted the urge of comforting him.

He did this.

“I’m so sorry my angel, my sweet baby. I’m so sorry, it was the worst mistake I’ve ever made in my life and I promise it will never happen again.” He whimpered loudly, his arms trying to pull her close to him but she resisted. “I’m sure you’re next girlfriend will be relieved to hear that.” 

His heart fell, “Next girlfriend?” He repeated. She nodded, “Yeah, because I can’t be with you after this.” Her voice cracked in the middle, before he broke down in tears watching her stand up before he wrapped his strong arms around her thighs not caring if he looked like an idiot. 

“Baby, please, please don’t leave me!” He cried, his whole world falling apart in a matter of seconds. “Harry let go.” She said weakly, trying to push him away but his strength resisted. “No, no I’m never letting you go. You’re my girl, you’re going to be my wife soon and then we’re going to have babies. We’re going to grow old together, just us and our babies.” 

“Babies? You want to bring babies into this damn mess! If you want babies that much your cocktail waitress might be able to help.” She spat, the venom hitting him but he kept his hold. “No, I want babies with you! You’re my future!” He cried loudly. 

“Harry, please!” She whimpered loudly before breaking down in more sobs. “We can work this out, please, please don’t leave!” I begged but she shook her head and pushed him away. “We can’t Harry, what-” She stopped, letting herself release a sob before continuing, “What you did, that’s the worst thing anyone has ever done to me. You have broke my heart Harry, you ruined our relationship. I can’t forgive you for that.” 

He shook his head defiantly now on his feet, “It’ll take time but we can make it, I know we can.” Desperation was evident in his voice, you shook your head wiping the tears. “We can’t.” “Please baby, I’m sorry.

Then she said the words making him fall to the ground, “It’s too late.” She was soon gone, leaving him alone on the floor sobbing and hating himself more if it was even possible. 

He let out a scream of pain before swiping a frame off the floor and watching it crash to ground, a representation of him, YN and your relationship. Broken.

Originally posted by larryloves




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A Sunday Morning with Tom:

Originally posted by sensualkisses

- Tom snoring really loudly and it waking you up earlier than you wanted to

-Being angry about it on the low because you wanted to sleep in but also not because you know at least he’s getting a decent rest after travelling so much

-The little sliver of sunlight that’s peaking through the blinds illuminating his peaceful face

- You just watch him snoring and his whole body expanding with each breath

-Deciding to mess around with him and pinch his nostrils together to see how long it’ll take him to wake up

-After a little while he starts to wake up, swatting his hand at your grip on his nose

-”What ARE you doing?!”

-You start laughing hysterically, gripping your stomach, “I guess you could say I take your breath away Tommy.”

-”That’s bloody hilarious of you, too bad if I had DIED”

-Tom laughing at you laughing because he thinks it’s adorable how much you amuse yourself

-”Isn’t that my sweater love?”

-”It got cold last night, not all of us have abs of steel to keep us warm”

-”Well it’s morning now love, c’mon, give it here”

-”No!”

-”Yes!”

-”NOPE”

-”YES”

-”NUH UH”

-Him pulling you back, so you’re sitting between his legs, and tickling you to get you to give the sweater back 

-”thoMAS! TOM STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I’M GONNA DI- FINE”

- You finally give in and give him the sweater back, and he has a shit eating grin on his face as he slips it over his head, leaving you with just your old t-shirt on

-”Pleased with yourself Thomas?” 

-”I certainly am”

-Him bending down and kissing the top of your head so softly 

-Just taking the time to sit their together for a few moments

-Tom combing his fingers through your hair slowly, because he loves your hair so much, he always has

-Tom tracing the outline of your ear while you close your eyes just to take in his touch

-Him moving his fingers down to your nose, moving his thumb along the bridge because he knows it relaxes you

-”If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall back to sleep”

-”Best we get up then hey darling? Why don’t you go put the kettle on while I make the bed?”

-Going to make coffee then coming back to find him standing on top of the bed holding either corners of the comforter 

-”Have you finished making the bed? The coffee is ready its in the kitch- Tom,  I thought you were going to make the bed? Not jump on it???!”

-”It’s the only way I can make it! I get tuckered out if I keep walking around either side of the bed”

-Just rolling your eyes at him because he’s an actual child

-Making him a runny eggs and toast solider’s because that’s what he asked for because he’s a fucKING CHILD

-”Can you make it really runny please love? You know I like it really runny”

-”Don’t I always Tom”?

-Boiling his stupid child eggs and jumping a little when he creeps his arms around your waist, his face in the nook of your neck, placing sweet pecks on you

-”How do you smell this nice when you’ve just woken up?”

-Bringing his plate of child’s breakfast to him at the dining table and sitting it in front of him, then sitting in his lap 

-”What are you having darling? You have to eat something.”

-”Didn’t I tell you Tommy? We’re sharing” you say as you steal one of his toast soliders

-Kissing his eggy lips with your buttery lips

-”You taste like egg.”

-”You are what you eat”

-FUCKING CHILD

-Getting ready to go out into Kingston for the day and Tom just watching everything you do

-“What’s that love?”

-“It’s rose water spray.”

-“What does it do?”

-“It tones your face.”

-“What does that mean?”

-“It’s kind of like cleansing but different.”

-“…..what’s cleansing?”

-Doing your eyebrows and him paying very close attention to this particular step in your routine

-Tom actually being really impressed by how nicely you shape and fill them 

-”That looks really cool darling.”

-”Thank you Tommy.”

-”I just love how you do anything you do, you’re amazing”

-Getting into Kingston and taking Tessa with you guys, and just walking around looking at the different little shops and market stalls

-Finding a really cute cafe that looks so cosy and not even having to say anything just exchanging a look between one another that says ‘we need to fucking go in here’

-”We should get juices or something Tom, we’ve already had a pot of coffee this morning”

-”But…with great latte comes great responsibility,”

-”Did you just quote yourself misquoting Uncle Ben? I hate you omg”

-Ordering Tom and yourself green juices anyway and him frowning like a CHiLD

-Sitting outside with Tessa curled up in between both of your feet

-”This is nice. A nice Sunday with my two favorite ladies”

-Holding his hand across the table and just talking about every little thing and losing track of time, content with each other’s company

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I just had a good Sunday yesterday so I thought of this and idk lmao, let me know if you like it xx

Room enough for two

This is based on a prompt that went through shittycarryonaus at some point I think? And people were saying they wanted to see it done but as far as I can tell nobody ever wrote it. AU where there is only one bed.

For @snowbaz-feda day 5.

SIMON:

It was fine in first year.

I mean, it was never really fine, Baz hated me from the moment we met, and now I was expected to spend the next eight years sharing a bed with him. Turns out there was a downside to having the biggest room in Mummers House, since it wasn’t originally supposed to be for students and apparently no-one had thought to bring in two separate beds, and no matter how much I bugged the Mage, it never seemed to get done. Eventually I just accepted it.

Anyway. It was fine in first year. We were eleven years old and it was a huge double bed. We’d curl up on opposite sides with our backs to each other, pretending the other one wasn’t there. Once we stopped fighting over it and Baz stopped trying to intimidate me into sleeping on the floor, it was easy enough to get used to it.

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Strange Love

Jughead x Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off some of the lyrics of Strange Love by Halsey. Reader and Jughead are secretly dating but Y/N gets upset as she wants to tell the truth to everyone. Talking in Pop’s bathroom, things get a bit heated. 

Warnings: Some swearing? Mild smut references. 

Originally posted by mallverine

Strange Love 

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night. 

You sit there silently, immersed in your own thoughts as you stare out of the window at Pop’s. Eyes darting to the drops of condensation which had formed due to the heat. It was freezing outside as always so Pop’s had turned the heaters on, maybe a bit too much tonight though.
Suddenly out of the corner of your eye you see a figure appear on the opposite side of the booth to you. You know exactly who he is so you continue to focus on the windows, how much they have fogged up since you first sat down.
A finger suddenly appears on the window in front of you, the familiar roughed up hands you had seen and held so often begin to write on the window. 

“Hey”
You smile to yourself, finding it incredible how he had only been here for a second and had already made you so happy. You and Jughead had been seeing each other for around a month now, not that your friends knew that yet. Jughead had asked you not to, not yet. He knew Betty, Archie and the others would be so happy for you, it was just your friends he was worried about. Cheryl was the queen bee at school, she already hated you spending time with him as “friends”, she thought he was too weird. Jughead just didn’t want to put you through the wrath he knew Cheryl would cause if she found out.
Still smiling to yourself you raise your hand and write just under his message.
“How are you?”
“Stressed”
“How come?”
“I haven’t kissed you in over 24 hours” he writes, placing his hands under the table to discretely grab yours, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You finally look away from the window and towards him. A shy smile placed on his lips, his eyes glinting in the light which made his hair look even darker then usual, if that were possible. His iconic crown placed over his head. You smile back at him, tempted to just lean over the table and place your lips on his, just show the world you were crazy for him.

“Hey guys!” A voice says a short distance away. You turn away from Jughead to see Veronica entering the diner, Archie just behind her. Jughead’s hand quickly snatches away from you. You don’t even think about the writing on the window next to you until you turn back to Jug who had frantically rubbed out your words with the sleeve of his jacket. For a second you wish that he hadn’t, that he had just left it on there so finally people would know the truth about the two of you.
“What are you guys up to?” V says, sitting down next to you, gracefully pushing her hair away from her shoulder, making Archie swoon. God these two were cute. How did they find it so easy to be themselves out in public? Archie showed no struggle to show his affection to us when he held V’s hand clearly as they walked, or leaned over to kiss her before he left. Why couldn’t we have that? Why did it have to be so difficult for us?
“Just… just talking about Jughead’s book.” you stutter, trying to come up with a belivable lie which Veronica would believe, that girl could read you like a book. Despite you not being so close with the group, you and V had got on so easily, she just seemed to understand you, which, unfortunatly, meant that she could understand when you were lying.
“Oh, yeah. I was a bit stumped on how Jason…” Jughead begins to tell some elaborate lie about our made up conversation but my mind gets distracted by Archie’s movements. Openly, and clearly, he reaches across the table to take Veronica’s hand in his, slowly rubbing his thumb against her skin. A gesture you had felt just seconds ago. A gesture they did so easily in front of you. A part of you starts to sting inside. How was it possible for the two of you to be unable to even hold hands in public without him pulling away so fast. It’s like he’s ashamed. Maybe he is…

“Excuse me” you say, interrupting Jughead mid-sentence. Veronica gets up to let you out of the booth and you rush away to the bathroom.
“Y/N?” Veronica shouts after you but you ignore. Hoping she wasn’t going to come after you. You can feel the groups eyes on you as you walk away.

You were so glad that Pop’s only had one bathroom for girls and one for boys, no stalls, no interaction with anyone else. You lock yourself inside and pace for a few seconds. You knew a relationship with Jughead was not going to be easy. The moment he said he wanted it to be a secret you knew it would be hard, you wanted the affection. You weren’t ashamed of him, you weren’t afraid of being seen with him. But the way he acted some times made it feel like he was ashamed of you.

Knock Knock

“I’ll be out in a second” you sigh, knowing your peace wouldn’t last long.

Knock Knock

“V if that’s you, I’m fine, I’ll be out in a second”
“It’s not V” a male voice says. You instantly tell it’s Jughead’s voice. Quickly you open the door, he rushes inside, hoping he hasn’t been seen sneaking into the girls bathroom as he locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I came to see if you were okay. You rushed off like you were upset.”
“I’m fine” you say, not knowing how convincing it would be. You take a step backwards, away from him, leaning against the sink behind you.
“I can tell your lying Y/N” he pushes, knowing he wasn’t going to leave until you gave him an answer.
“Jug… I’m just sick of lying. I hate hiding”
“Y/N…”
“No, Jug, I know. You aren’t comfortable with everyone knowing. It’s just… Did you see them out there? They aren’t scared of showing others how they feel”
“They aren’t friends with Cheryl” he whispers under his breath, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m not scared of her Juggy! I don’t care what she thinks about you, what she would think about us. She does not matter. She won’t make me feel any less about you.” He looks down at his feet for a second. Breathing deeply as he sighs, thinking things over. You both stand there for a few seconds in pure silence.

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“What?” he asks paniced, finally looking up from his feet.
“Are you ashamed of me because I’m friends with someone like Cheryl? Because I’m a Vixen? Because…”
In a rush he walks over to you, pushing his lips hard against yours. It takes you a second to regain yourself but you soon kiss back. His hands fumble to your waist, gripping you tightly. Sloppily his lips start to roam around your jaw, going down your neck. His lips sucking on sensitive spots as you try to moan quietly, hoping no one would hear you. Your breathing hitches as you hear him whisper against your skin. “I could never be ashamed of you”. His lips returning to yours. He bites your bottom lip as his hands lift your waist, placing you on the edge of the sink you had been leaning on. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as one hand wraps around his shoulders, the other roaming to his hair. You pull off his benie, pushing it onto the floor as you begin to roam your hands through his hair, occationally pulling lightly which makes him moan against your lips. His moans get louder and you roll your hips against him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here” you say breathlessly against his lips, he mumbles a reply which you don’t fully understand, too immersed in the moment.
  
Knock Knock

“Y/N?” Veronica asks from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”
“Shit” Jughead whispers, a smile planted on his lips as he looks at you. “I guess no hiding now” he smiles with relief, just as happy as you were to tell the truth. The only problem with opening the door was Veronica’s constant asking if we fucked on the bathroom sink.


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Donut Fight

Summary: It’s you versus Bucky for the last sprinkled donut—and you’re not going to let that shit-eater win. 

Prompt: “I’m going to kill you.”

Word Count: 1,051.

A/N: This is my entry for @marvelous-fvcks 3k writing challenge. Congrats, babe!! I had a huge blast writing this out and I hope you guys enjoy! :D Feedback would be greatly appreciated. 

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WATCH ME BABYGIRL [13]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: none!

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“Okay everybody, I have some exciting news!” Hoseok exclaimed, clapping his hands together to gain the attention of the dance team.

You looked up from your phone. You should have been stretching but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You crossed your legs, grateful that Hoseok wasn’t a strict captain and also grateful at the distraction. Jungkook had been texting you non-stop again, but it was about baseball. Four hours of hearing about baseball? You were exhausted, although you did find it cute that he was so passionate about the sport.

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anonymous asked:

Quick Prompt: (Warning HUGE Spoilers for Last Jedi) . . . . What if Kylo did defect to the Resistance, after killing Snoke

Then I would have liked that movie so so much less.

I spent the first half groaning into @improbabledragon’s shoulder going “noooooo, I don’t want them to redeem Kyle, noooo, stop it, I hate it.” And then I spent the Kylo/Rey vs. the red-robe-whatevers fight scene going “noooo, ugh, this is such an enjoyable and well-choreographed fight sequence, I like it but what a terrible plotline for it to be in service to.” But THEN Kyle Ben was like “hey wanna subjugate a universe of sentients with me? it’ll be romantic. did you know i’ve had every chance to be a hero and not a bag of scum, but i decided bag of scum was more Me” and I narrowly prevented myself from rising to my feet on the sticky movie theater floor and yodeling with joy.

I care about Kylo as a villain now. I’m so excited. I love good villains. I love that he has a real a genuine connection with Rey now, that there is temptation and angst and empathy, and he better die screaming in the next film. I’m ready.

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release the accidentally selling your souls to a demon story

So my birthday is only two days before Halloween. 

The day after I turned 13, I had my birthday party, which just consisted of my two friends sleeping over. It was a pretty average night, we just ate pizza, made some weird videos and watched movies. Everything was fine. 

Morning time comes- and we’re all pretty Buzzed. It’s Halloween, I was officially a teenager, we had some cool costumes planned, we were all very hyper and giggly that morning. We didn’t want our party to end yet so with some calls home, the girls were set to hang out at my place for pretty much the rest of the day- but we then realized we didn’t have anything to do. My mom had to go to Target for some reason or another, and told us if we went with her, she’d buy ‘any movie you want’ for us to watch. So we went. 

Now, firstly- anyone who’s ever been inside a Target knows it’s Not A Real Place. Secondly, the veil is always thinner on Halloween (facts) so this Target had suddenly become…Super Weird. Like, brighter and hazier than normal, and it’s like 9 in the morning and we’re roaming the empty and seemingly abandoned aisles in our pajamas. It just felt like one wrong step and you’d find yourself in another dimension, really intensely. 

We get to the movie aisle and start looking around. Now, at the time, I was the only one of my friends who actually liked horror movies- Raychel loves them now but she was the BIGGEST WIMP when we were kids, and Angie was just Very Quiet And Easy To Startle- but, like, Halloween. Teenager. The girls were surprisingly down for getting a horror movie, which in itself might have been a Warning Sign, but hey, I was stoked about it. We were going through some classic titles but nothing was really jumping out at us- until we see a dvd case, not even on the shelves, it was lying on the floor half shoved under a discarded shirt. The cover was pure white with a clown face laughing out at us. The title card read “Stephen King’s IT”. 

None of us had seen it before- but we had heard about it. It was one of those movies that the adults™ always got weird about, like Chuckie the Killer Doll or the Exorcist. Like it was something that actually scared them. So, like, we knew we totally had to get it. 

My mom tried to put up a small fight with “you’re only supposed to be getting into PG13 not R” (lmao as if this woman has ever given a flying fuck with restrictions I watched so much age inappropriate stuff starting at like age 4) but she quit pretty quickly. The entire ride home was met with “Okay I never watched the full version but it is a Very Scary Story so you’ve been warned!! Don’t start complaining when you’re scared!!!” stuff like that, you know. So we get home, pop some corn, get some hot chocolate, and jump in front of the tv and turn it on. 

So like…firstly, I think we all know by now that the original movie (or miniseries, whatever) isn’t actually That Scary. Secondly, I’m a fucking gem to watch movies with because I make a lot of jokes and laugh at the characters actions. And thirdly, it’s like thirty hours long. So we were all having the time of our damn lives here. Like, there were definitely parts that did scare us (Raychel had trouble with Bev’s bathroom scene. Angie hated the part at the sewers with Ben. Personally, I got freaked out by Eddie’s shower scene and sometimes I still find myself covering the drain with my feet just in case lol. And the blood balloons and the restaurant scene got to us too), but we were still all having a total blast. Watching this movie for the first time is still like a prime happy memory! But, you know, things come to an end. The movie was over, Raychel got picked up and Angie had to head home too (we were meeting up after dinner for trick or treating). I decided to walk Angie home since it wasn’t that far. 

The Veil Still Felt Thin. 

On the walk we kept talking about the movie, and made a point to not walk close to any sewer grates. Our small PA town bore enough of a resemblance to Derry for Angie’s comfort. But it was a nice day, you know? It was late afternoon, birds were chirping, sun was shinning, leaves were blowing everywhere, cars are honking hello at us, front doors were open and little kids could be heard excitedly yelling about their costumes. It was a day that struck me as very picturesque. We eventually got to the place where she could just shortcut through someone’s backyard, so we said ‘see you later’ and suddenly I found myself all alone. 

As quick as a snap, it’s suddenly dead silent

And I don’t mean “oh, someone closed their door and we can’t hear the kids any more” like seriously. It was unnaturally silent. No talk, no birds, no wind, no cars. The street was deserted. I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. I thought I had gone deaf at first! It was getting darker, only it was like an hour before that was supposed to happen and there weren’t any clouds near the sun. The air felt burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I felt like a million eyes were watching me, except I was alone on a dark empty street, all the doors closed, all the curtains pulled shut. There wasn’t even so much as a squirrel or bunny running bye. I thought about calling out to Angie to see if she was still in the back yard, to see if she noticed anything, but the bushes weren’t rustling or moving at all. She wasn’t there. I was 100% alone. 

I start hearing a quiet, deep, throaty chuckling. 

I had been standing still in the same spot from where I watched my friend disappear through the bushes. At the sound, I slowly turned around. 

I was standing directly across from a fucking sewer.

It was too dark to see into it, and yes, I was 100% expecting that fucking clown face. But it was too dark. I couldn’t see anything. I still couldn’t hear myself breathing. All I could hear was this terrifying chuckle going on and on. I felt like if I moved something would pounce on me, like I was a rabbit playing statue. 

Now, I’ve mentioned on here before that I was That Asshole Kid who kept having weird paranormal experiences, and this was a lot more intense than I was used to. Like, shit, I’d had panic attacks over way less than this. I literally thought I was about to die.

And then…something in me kind of snapped. 

I don’t know what, exactly- if I was just tired of always being scared by this crap, or if it was some newfound teenage attitude, or just a primal urge of ‘hey I don’t wanna die’, or if the laughter just ignited something in me, but I just…snapped. 

I looked directly into the pitch dark in that sewer, and I said, loudly, over the still ongoing laughter, and more confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, “No. I am absolutely not doing this right now. You don’t actually need to screw with me, you’re doing this for what, fun? Attention? Find it somewhere else. I am not dying right after my thirteenth birthday.” The laughter got louder at that, more obnoxious. It just pissed me off even more. I made myself step off the sidewalk, and got to the middle of the street, still staring into the pitch black sewer and hoped I was making some intimidating eye contact. “What do I need to do for you to leave me the hell alone? You want my soul, or something? You want me to just pledge alliance to you or some bullshit? I will! All Hail This Creep, or whatever you go by! I’ll do what you want if you leave me alone!” 

And…the creepy laughter trailed off for a moment at that. Back to full, unnatural silence for a minute or so, before the disembodied voice let out an intrigued sounding, “Hmm.”

Next thing I know, the sky’s back a full, bright light that’s making me blink back stars from the sudden change, the wind’s blowing all over the place, and I jumped out of the middle of the street to narrowly avoid getting hit by a car that hadn’t been there a literal second ago. I still felt a little watched, but not as intensely as before. Everything seemed to be completely back to normal. I went back home (constantly glancing over my shoulder) and went on with the rest of the day. Went on with the rest of my life.

But, uh…sometimes this whole scene just comes back to me, and I can’t help but wonder about it. 

ATTRACTION | BYUN BAEKHYUN

word count ; 3,502
admin ; ari♡
genre ; university au, angst, smut, fluff
part of the collaboration project “generation sadness” by @fuckmeupexo.

Originally posted by baekintime

The pianist in room 302 goes by the name of Baekhyun, he has fingers that make people dream, girls quiver, women whimper. But then you came and he just doesn’t know which keys to press.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you crumple the small paper your partner had given you with his house address printed on it. 

After looking for over an hour for a house everyone wished they had the pleasure of going to, the conclusion you had come up with was that sadly, you were indeed, and most definitely lost. 

Being a music major that specializes in vocals did without doubt have its ups and downs. 

Everyone always looking down at you for being one in a billion of people in the world who wanted to make it big in the industry. Competing against hundreds of talented people who had the exact same dream as you. 

Trying not to over do your voice all the time just so that it wouldn’t damage your cords in any way. Having to constantly drink ginger shots so you wouldn’t somehow get an infection that’d impede you from not performing at a certain time. 

In simpler words, it most certainly wasn’t easy in any way, to be a singer. 

However, if someone where to ask you what was the worst thing you had come across in this long journey, you’d say it was having to be assigned to work with the absolute most obnoxious pianist you ever had the displeasure of meeting, for the annual end of the year university show.

Some knew him as the guy who’d spend most of his time in room 302, playing along tenderly to the keys of the sparkling piano, creating beautiful melodies only some could dream of making themselves.

Others however, knew him as the guy who’d always show up to events with different girls at his side. Playing them all almost just as much as he plays the keys. 

When your music instructor had called you up for a chat outside the classroom, you thought you must had done something wrong, or failed to hit a note in one of the weekly mini concerts you’d attend to for the school. 

Yet, when he said the words any music major wanted to hear, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was a catch or something he wasn’t fully letting you know. 

When he told you, you’d have the honor to perform in front of the entire university for the annual end of the year show, you knew something about it was simply too good to be true.

Looking back now, you should have declined the offer.

The professor only told you who you were performing with a week after, once all the preparations were made and once you couldn’t back off from it.

You had gotten out of class this afternoon only to find a small note taped to the hood of your car, with what you believe to be your partners address. 

Being on the brink of giving up, you look to your right side softly, ready to turn back and go home, only to see a big white modern home in the distance.

As you pull up to the house you can’t help but notice theres something outside the main door. You get out and grab your keys as you put them inside your purse. When you reach the door you see what you guess to be a heel?

You crouch down and pick up the small pointy red shoe, inspecting it.

“Baekhyun doesn’t wear heels does he?…. I guess I  really am lost” you sigh as you stand up only to find an amused Baekhyun looking right back at you.

“You’re late.”

You let out a breathe you didn’t even know you were holding all this time. You were incredibly relieved to have finally found his place after all the time you spent searching for it.

“Yeah I know, I couldn’t find my way around. Im Y/N, nice to finally meet you.” you smile, as you extend your hand toward him

“Well, don’t let it happen again okay? Im Baekhyun, but you probably already know that” He smirks as he shakes your hand quite roughly.

You can’t help but glare at him for his cocky behavior. 

Suddenly, a blonde lady with an oversized shirt and just one red heel on her foot, identical to the one you saw before, passes by him, pecking him on the lips as she runs towards her car.

You look at him bewildered. 

Thats probably one of his many women. 

“Come inside I’ll show you where we’ll be practicing for the performance.” he says, ignoring the fact that a semi naked girl just ran out of his house.

He swiftly leads you into his brightly decorated home, not even letting you look around before you find yourself inside a small studio.

The small space was decorated with guitars, keyboards of all sizes, drums, even recording microphones. But right in the center was a dazzling white piano that stood out from all the rest of the instruments.

“I don’t know why they paired me with you, to be quite frank, you’re a beginner and I’m easily the best pianist in the entire university, so why would they get me on such a low level as to having to perform with you.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he was belittling you and the worst of all of it is how simply he said those words that cut daggers into your heart.

You probably hated this much more than him, having to work with an egotistical guy, whom thought the world was at his feet. So why was he complaining. A beginner? Is that what he called you?

You couldn’t help but feel the need to prove him wrong, and that was exactly what you were going to do, but not before you put him in his place.

“Listen, bacon is it? I strongly agree that they couldn’t have paired us  worse than they did, however I’ll have you know while yes, I may be a beginner I’m definitely no joke, I take my major very seriously. Don’t go around throwing accusations because I promise I’ll show you just how wrong you are to think of me so poorly. Now, on other note, have you thought of a song yet?” you throw a fake smile at him, as you turn the conversation around, not up for an agreement when the show was just a month away.

“I haven’t but-”

“Great, then we’ll do No One by Alicia Keys” you let out with a grin

“Seriously?” He snickers almost as if he couldn’t believe you had truthfully decided on that

“Yes, its a great song and truthfully, my vocals work with this song really well, aside from that I think it’d be a challenge for you to work on this song since its not like others you play. Or what you can’t play the piano for this one because its too complicated for you?” You look at him dead on, challenging him to decline and prove to you he’s not as great as he so thinks.

“No, its perfect” he smiles, accepting the challenge.

“Great. Lets begin then”

You walk towards the microphone, adusting it to your height as he begins to gently play the piano, initiating the song.

“I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better”

You shift side-to-side, as the rhythm begins to take you away, and you continue signing the lyrics.

And like that, you and Baekhyun began practicing everyday, until days turned to weeks and now tomorrow was the day you’d have to perform for the show together. 

Strangely, over those days you and him grew fond of each other, talking about the randomest of things and laughing until your stomachaches would hurt.

He strangely made you happy. And you were sure the same goes for him.

You would act like if you knew each other your whole life, and it was wonderful how great you both were together as a team.

You even began to notice how the amount of girls he’d bring home slowly started decreasing, until the point where you wouldn’t see any of the girls he’d sleep with. 

Unlike before, where on the first days you’d come meet him for practice, and there’d always be reminders of his one night stands. Thongs, shoes, shorts. Even some of the girls would run into you at some point.

But weirdly enough, you haven’t seen any of that since a week ago. 

Pulling up into the familiar driveway, you get out of your car as you prepare yourself for your last practicing session with Baekhyun.

As you were getting ready to knock on the wooden door, it opens up to reveal the same blonde you had seen a month ago.

You were wrong. Perhaps he was seeing them, just not so openly like before.

You couldn’t help but feel a coil in the pit of your stomach tighten up, making your mouth dry, and filling you up with disappointment.

“Oh its you, you won’t be able to fuck him today, he’s all worn out from last night.” she says with a fake polite smile, that are contrary to her malicious words.

fuck him?

does she think you’re another one of his play things?

You stand up straight as you glare at her, pushing her aside and going through the door, finding a pissed of Baekhyun in the living room.

“Wait for me in the studio. I’ll explain everything later”

You felt anger rush inside you.

“What for Baekhyun? So you can kiss one of your many girls goodbye? Its fine, I know the type of guy you are. And frankly I don’t care whatever you do or don’t do for that matter. You’re a grown man, you can make your own decisions without owing me an explanation. Just hurry up, I want to get this over with.” 

You turn your back toward him and walk to the studio, feeling jealousy pooling up in your stomach, and not helping but to think you were crazy for believing he ever ended his foolish ways.

You hear a door slam, and light footsteps approaching the studio.

An upset Baekhyun makes your view and you feel utterly helpless.

You realize after all of this time, you were attracted to him.

You noticed how you were slowly falling for his extremely loud laugh.

The way his slender fingers would gently finger the piano’s keys.

How he’d sound so confident when talking about his talent for playing the beautiful piano.

It all somehow made you fall for him.

For Byun Baekhyun.

“Y/N, Its not like that, she came to try and reason with me about how she’s a great catch, and how she’ll make me regret not going out with her. Nonsense, I know. Just, whatever she told you, don’t believe her, I have nothing going on with her.”

“Its alright really, you don’t need to explain yourself to me, I’m extremely sorry I lashed out on you like that, I don’t know what came over me. I-”

Before you could say another word, his lips were aggressively against yours, shutting out whatever you had to say.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest of time now.” he says against your lips, smiling softly

“Baek…”

“Its fine, I know” 

he swiftly pulls you against the wall, resulting in a glass guitar that was hanged against it to instantly fall down onto the floor, shattering into multiple pieces.

“I want you Baekhyun. I need this.”

“Me too baby, me too.”

Baekhyun suddenly placed you on the cold pianos surface.

The chilled surfaces’ coldness passed through your jeans, making small goosebumps to appear on the tenderness of your skin.

He grabbed your left hand and licked between fingers, running his tongue around and along the crevices of them. Your inside clenched on nothing as you moaned out loud at his lewd actions.

You would have never thought he’d do this to you. Or that he’d feel this way. The thought made you swell with warmth and love for the gorgeous man above you.

He flipped you on your back and straddled your hips, pinning you down.

“You’re so perfect Y/N. Whenever I hear your beautiful voice, singing to your hearts content, it makes me fall just a little bit deeper every time. I’ve been wanting you so bad it hurts baby.”

He nibbled on your ear, his breath burning alongside your skin, trailing his lips to the side of your mouth, never fully kissing you like you wanted.

His slender hand wrapped itself against your warm neck, ring-filled fingers rubbing agains your jaw, chilling you to the bone and making you drip with wetness each time more than the one before.

You kissed him roughly, almost as if demonstrating that you were claiming him as your own. He instantly returned the favor with rough grinding against you, and using his free hand to rip your shirt and jeans away from your body.

As you arched your back, Baekhyun tightened even more his grip against your neck, and with the sensual kiss still going on, the action ended up adding even more fuel to the fire happening inside your body. 

You moaned loudly as he was stealing your breath. Your entire being eventually found itself pleading for air as stars filled your vision and you were gasping for any small amount of oxygen you could get.

Once you finally came to realization your panties and bra were long gone and Baekhyun was preparing himself to go inside you.

You moaned out as you shut your eyes tightly. Your hips couldn’t stop themselves from rocking, begging for a feel of his touch. Almost as if he was able to read your desires like an open book, he gave in and thrusted a digit.

His veiny finger could be felt all the way inside your core.

Thrashing around, trying to find that wonderful spot that’ll make you release instantly just for him.

The feeling of it all was extremely erotic and you couldn’t help but scream out his name so he’d give in and finally fuck you.

He curled against your raw velvety walls and held you tighter against him, moaning into your ear the dirtiest of his fantasies, doing nothing other than wrecking you, and making you shatter before him.

“Beakhyun! Ah!”

The entire feeling, It was too much –  he himself was too much for you. 

You arched back at an inimaginable angle, just as Baekhyun pulled away, the second you were about to find your much needed release.

“You’re doing great, baby”

He kissed all over you neck, trailing down onto your collarbones and sucking harshly there.

His body ghosted over yours, as he lined up and rammed into you core, taking your breathe away as he didn’t even wait for your adjustment before he thrusted again, deeply. 

Immediately hitting the one spot inside you that’d make you fall apart in seconds. 

You screamed out his name when he began thrusting into you faster.

He suddenly kissed you hungrily, devouring your sinful scream in his deep kiss. And before you could form a clear thought, he thrusted forward and hit deep within you. A bundle of nerves reacted in a spasm of electricity.

Your hips bucked forward to meet him half-way, as he pushed you back down against the piano just as your pelvis touched his in a rush. 

You saw a blissful star filled vision, and hit your release, as you moaned into his neck, biting him in the process.

A few seconds later, he moaned into your ear as you felt him find his own climax.

In that moment you didn’t know what had just happened, or what would happen for that matter.

All you knew was that you and him liked each other, 

And how Baekhyun had passionately obeyed his and your body’s desires. 

And you couldn’t be happier about both.

Before you could process what was happening you were putting back on your clothes and were practicing for the big show that’d happen tomorrow.

                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was finally the day of the performance and you couldn’t be happier, you hadn’t seen Baekhyun ever since yesterday and didn’t have the chance to talk to him about what had happened.

You couldn’t admit it but deep inside, you knew you were hooked

He was like a drug. And frankly you couldn’t help but feel addicted.

“You’re on in 3″ you hear the stage director mumble to you.

The pressure starts kicking in and you feel excited but sick at the same time.

What if you mess up?

What if somewhere in the crowd theres a talent agent and you mess up so he won’t help you out?

You shift towards the mirror in your small dressing room, as you check yourself out, trying to distract yourself from the nerve wrecking situation and end up smiling gingerly when you see how beautiful the long black diamond-studded dress looked on you.

The dress hugged all of your curves perfectly and was paired with 6 inch black stiletto high heels.

You suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder and turn around to be faced with Baekhyun.

He was styled with a simple black tuxedo and his hair styled messily, making him look extremely attractive.

You noticed you were gawking at him when you found him smirking back at you.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, so do you… Wait no, I mean you look extremely handsome as well.”

You blush at your failed intent to compliment him.

If you’re being honest, he’s just so captivating that you stumbled on your words.

He doesn’t need to know that though.

Baekhyun pulls you toward him, kissing you cheek sweetly.

“Come on, Its time.”

You grab his hand as you walk towards the stage, seeing all the university students clapping out loud and cheering for you both.

You look back at Baekhyun who’s sitting at the piano looking right at you, with a grin planted onto his face.

Moving to grab the microphone, you let yourself be led by the music and the lyrics that somehow now, hold a much stronger meaning to you.

“I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry ‘cause
Everything’s going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all I know is everything’s going to be alright”

You smile to yourself as you feel the love you feel you feel for Baekhyun grow inside you. After just a month, he let himself into your heart and somehow became its sole owner.

“No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry 'cause
Everything’s going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all I know is everything’s going to be alright”

You look back, expecting to see Baekhyun lost in the pianos rhythm and keys, only to be taken back when you find him smiling back at you, and winking at you slightly, making your heart swell in your chest.

“No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel

I know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try try to divide something so real
So till the end of time I’m telling you there ain’t no one

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you”

When the music ends, you slightly bow and grab Baekhyun’s hand as you throw your arms in the air together cheerfully.

He grabs your wrist and he ends up hugging you in front of the screaming crowd.

You can’t help but feel your stomach flip when you think of all the endless possibilities that await you in your future alongside him.

While it all did happen in just the span of a month, you know for sure, this attraction you have towards him and he has toward you, will last an eternity. And just like your love for music, your love for each other will prosper and will continue to grow with time.

The Wolf of Kattegat

Ivar x Reader

AN: Selene is the Greek goddess of moonlight but I’ve reworked it so it’s more a moon / werewolf curse rather than a goddess thing? Like… it’s inspired by the goddess and also i used the name because I really like it and couldn’t find a moon related Norse name I liked.

Proof reading done by the wonderful @cohdychristian


Ivar grunted as he pulled himself along. She had lied to him. He had payed for her promise, that the full moon would bring him the ability to walk and yet, here he was, crawling through wet mud, trying to decide the best way to end her life.

“Völva!” He bellowed. “You have lied to me!” He almost snarled, more angry than usual.

“I have not, you are simply impatient.” She sighed, walking towards him with the same elegance that days before had lured him to make the deal his brothers disapproved of. This elegance now angered Ivar beyond reason, making him want to satisfy the pit of anger in his stomach with the taste of her blood.

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One of my favorite memories of my time cosplaying Damien was when I was getting into the cosplay the last day of that con. My boots for him had gotten dirty, through no fault of my own, and I had meant to clean them. However, I had forgotten to and had the full, gothic regalia on my person as well as having just painted my nails black when I looked down and noticed I done goofed. I immediately started bitching to my friend cosplaying Joseph in the room that I was now worthless for the next century while my nails dried but couldn’t possibly be seen as the dark daddy with muddy boots

Without a word he exited the room and returned with a wet washcloth and instructed me to sit. So I did. He kneeled, gently lifted my boot, and began cleaning it for me in silence.

After a couple awkward seconds I mumbled

“Why Joseph thank you.. this reminds me of a famous scene…”

He smiled up at me and glanced at the hotel bible he had been using as a prop the whole weekend and opened his mouth to make some holy quip but I immediately spoke over him

“… of one of my most favorite japanimations. You know the one, Death Note? When L washes the murderous Light Yagami’s feet? A poignant and striking scene indeed. Though I hate being in the place of a murderer”

His face was priceless and what I can only imagine Joseph’s would actually be

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This is for @assassinsdragons bc I’m getting the feeling that she’s not very happy and she should be happy so this is my attempt to make her happy. Hope it works love<3


When Harry slammed the door of their shared apartment shut and stomped into the living room without bothering to remove his auror boots, Draco knew what time it was. “Bad day at work, honey?”

“Oh now don’t you honey me!” The pakistani man snapped. “And yes, my day was probably about as awful as your day was great.”

With a frustrated growl Draco’s boyfriend started unbuttoning his outer robe, and when the buttons didn’t want to cooperate he simply sliced them off with a bit of wandless magic and threw the robe on a nearby chair as hard as he could.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Draco frowned and put his magazine away. He’d only been reading it for five minutes because he’d only gotten home ten minutes before Harry, but a bit of peace and quiet after a day’s work was a rarity when you lived with a Potter. Draco knew that much by now.

“You love your job, and I hate mine. That’s what it means.” Harry sat down on the floor and attempted to untangle his bootlaces. “The only fucking action I saw today was Seamus accidentally setting the water fountain on fire. Just fire, it didn’t even explode. So anticlimactic.”

Draco bit his lip, doubting if he’d speak up yes or no. He knew giving well meant advice to a highly agitated Harry was basically suicide, but he had to say something. Ever since his promotion had stripped him from his field work Harry had become unhappy, and Draco couldn’t bear to watch it anymore. And even if he waited until Harry calmed down, the man would probably still get mad. He decided to take the risk. “Well, that might be because I do what I love. Maybe you should do the same.”

“Having sex with you is not a job, Draco. Don’t be stupid.” In one fluent motion Harry pulled off the first boot and threw it at his boyfriend, who only barely managed to catch it before the heavy sole came into contact with his nose.

Draco stared at the boot in disbelief. He had no idea what to say to that.

On one hand, what Harry had said was funny and kind of sweet, because neither one of them told the other very often that they loved each other. On the other hand, Harry had unexpectedly thrown a heavy boot at his head that could have seriously injured him. His boyfriend knew his quidditch reflexes had grown rusty, especially after a hard day’s work.

“I hate this.” Harry had gotten his other boot off his foot by slicing it open as well. “I don’t even know why I’m bothering with these things. I’m hardly going to get a paper cut on my feet.” He threw the boot at the white wall on the opposite side of the room, where it left a large black stain on the paint.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if you did.” Draco laughed nervously, not entirely sure what to do with the frustrated ball of misery on the floor in front of him. Harry had never been like this before during their eleven months of dating. “I mean you are the boy who lived and all that. You’re not exactly ordinary.”

Harry huffed, and stared at his now bare feet. “I’m the boy who lived turned into the man who died of boredom. And I have ugly toes.”

“Everyone has ugly toes Harry. Toes just aren’t a very attractive body part.” Draco sighed and slid down the couch so he could crawl over to Harry. He knew it would make more sense to walk, but he didn’t think now was a good time to be towering over his lover. “Now, would you like to talk about this or…”

“No. Not now.” Harry shook his head in a way that made him look like a pouting five year old, and Draco thought that was illegally adorable. “I’d like to get a hug though.”

Harry looked up at Draco through his long, unruly curls that had fallen in front of his face. It looked so adorable Draco had to bite his lip in order to stop himself from squealing just like he did every time he saw a puppy. “Well come here then you bloody idiot.”

Draco scooted a little bit closer to Harry and pulled the man into his lap, where Harry promptly hid his face in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry I threw a boot at your head.”

“And I’m sorry that having sex with me isn’t a job.”

Harry chuckled. “It’s nice charity work though.”

“Oh fuck off Potter.” But Potter didn’t fuck off, and neither did Draco. Instead they hugged each other a little tighter, and loved each other a little more.

And maybe not everything was perfect, but at that moment it definitely felt like it was.

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Group: BTS

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Excerpt: “Y/N, why are you crying? You’re getting married,” he sounded bitter and your sobs increased in sound.

Genre: angst

Length: 1k

A/N: im always in the mood for angst. Also unsure if I should pt2 this (although it would take a while to complete Cus I have a few surprises planned,,,

Originally posted by mewchim

“I never stood a chance did I?” Jimin looked up at you, a tear sliding down his face and you looked at him stunned at his words as the hand with your engagement ring dropped from having shown it to him in excitement.

“I don’t understand,” But you did, your voice quivered because you realised what was going on and your eyes widened as he began to back away from you.

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Easier

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 552

A/N;  Angst angst angst.

“I don’t want you.”

Natsu watched Lucy take a step back, eyes wide and lip trembling, as if he had actually hit her. Natsu’s stomach turned at the thought. Hurting Lucy was something he could never imagine doing, and yet it was what he seemed to constantly do. In fact he was doing it right now. 

“You’re lying.” Lucy whispered. She seemed to be mustering all the courage that she could, but Natsu could still see the trickle of fear in her chocolate gaze. And it killed him. Didn’t she know he was lying, that he didn’t mean it? Was he really so horrible that she doubted her place in his life?

“No, I’m not. I don’t want you. As my lover, my partner, my friend. Nothing.” Natsu said, voice hard and low. He was impressed his voice didn’t break, that all the emotions and fear that he held inside weren’t spilling out of his very pores. 

“You’re lying,” she repeated, hands balling into fists beside her. Natsu watched as all doubt was burned from her eyes, soul flaring wild and hot and angry

“I’m not lying Lucy, gods, can’t you get it through that pretty skull of yours? You mean nothing to me.”

Natsu looked away. He couldn’t watch her as she cried anymore, couldn’t watch how his words cut her. It was the only way, if he made her hate him then she wouldn’t be sad when he died. Either by the cancer his brother’s experiments had put in him or Zeref’s hand itself, it didn’t matter. Nastu was going to die, and he’d rather go to hell than drag her soul down with him. 

Natsu stepped back with a gasp, cheek throbbing with Lucy had slapped him. He touched a finger to the burning skin, gaping at Lucy. She’d hit him.

Gods did he love her.

“Stop lying.” Lucy snarled, crowding into his space, eyes bright and furious as she looked up at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” she spat.

Natsu pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to glare down at her. He had to keep this mask on. It was for the best. It had to be.

They stared at one another, tense and challenging, willing the other to back down. Natsu snapped his gaze away when he realized neither were going to cave. It was good to know his stubbornness had rubbed off on her. 

“Why can’t you just hate me?” Natsu mumbled under his breath, rubbing at his temple as he closed his eyes. He should’ve known this was a stupid plan. When did Lucy ever abandon a friend?

He looked up at the ceiling, water stains discoloring the wooden beams several feet above them, Lucy’s arms tight as she crushed her body against his. “Because I love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Lucy said, squeezing hard enough for Natsu to feel his ribs shift inside him. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as he buried his nose in the top of her hair. Despair clutched at his heart. He had to live for her, he couldn’t just leave her now. “We’ll figure something out, Natsu. I’m not letting you go.”

It would have been so much easier if she just hated him.

“I love you too.”