i just cant help but replay it over and over again

All Night Long

Originally posted by iwishicouldfindthewords

Originally posted by locareprimidas2

Request: Imagine meeting Juice in a carpark at 3am and he’s worried about your safety and it makes you cry a bit because you feel like you have no one to call a friend anymore and Juice stays with you all day.



It wasn’t unusual for your best friend to turn up at your house unannounced. But usually you were home when she did.
You parked your car in the driveway and hopped out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and bumping the door shut with your hip.
Knowing her, she’d probably forgot to pay her power bill or buy groceries and was taking full advantage of your open door policy. You didn’t mind, because when your cupboards weren’t stocked, or your water was running cold you knew you could turn to her.
You only hoped that she hadn’t woken up George. Your fiancé had had a late night at work on the night shift and you had slipped out as silently as you could when you left for work this morning.
But the office had been quiet and your boss had decided to let you all go home early.
You walked quickly to the front door, humming to yourself as you went and you swung the door shut behind you before dropping your bag to the floor.
“You better not be eating my oreos!”
You kicked off your shoes and walked into the lounge.
No one was in there.
You headed for the kitchen and when you saw that it was empty too you frowned and put your hands on your hips.
And that was when you heard it.
A moan.
Coming from down the hall.
You gulped and almost instantly felt sick to your stomach.
With careful footsteps you crept down the hallway.
You took another step.
Another moan.
Two more steps.
“Fuck! Yes!”
One more step.
You stopped outside your bedroom door.
With a shaking hand you turned the door knob slowly, careful not to make any noise.
Another moan.
You took a deep breath and threw the door open.
It was almost comical, the way they jumped,  their eyes open wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Scrambling to grab at the sheets and cover their naked bodies.
Their mouths bobbing open like  fucking goldfish.
Your fiancé, in bed with your best friend. Your best friend, in bed with your fiancé.
Your fiancé.
Your best friend.

You want to deny the nightmare before you; it just had to be a nightmare, right?
Not him. Not her.
You had always thought you’d known what you would do in a situation like this. You thought you’d fly into a rage, pummel his chest with your fists, drag her out of your bed by her hair, scream until your throat was raw.
But you didn’t do any of those things.
You stood, frozen with shock, only able to stare.
In the faint distance you hear George, stuttering his explanation.
The cliche ‘its not what it looks like’ as he stands, clutching the pillow to his crotch as if you’d never seen his dick before.
Now she was scrambling, wrapping the sheet around her naked body as she slid off the bed.
You saw her lips, mouthing ‘it just sort of happened’ and ‘it doesn’t mean anything’ but you didn’t hear her.
You didn’t hear him pleading with you.
Your mind was racing but you still stood, unmoving.
“We didn’t mean for this to happen!”
Something snapped inside you and you slid the ring off your finger, throwing it in his face before clenching your fist and swinging it into his jaw.
“Fuck you!” You screamed.
“Fuck both of you!”


“Come on, (y/n). Cheer up.”
“Cheer up?! Are you fucking kidding me Chelsea?”
Your sister rolled her eyes and slammed another shot before forcing a glass into your hand.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Just ya know, maybe its time to move on.”
“Jesus christ.” You took the shot and gestured to the bartender for another round. “You do realise I was engaged, right? To be married?”
“Look, I get its a shitty situation. He’s a scumbag and she’s a hoe. I get it. But you cant dwell on it forever.”
“Its been a week.”
“Thats six days too long, babe.”
You both took a shot.
“Plus, I never liked him anyway.” She shrugged.
“You didn’t?
“He wasn’t right for you. He wears crocs, (y/n). In public.”
You laughed and took another shot before spinning on your stool and looking around the bar.
“What am i gonna do?”
“Get drunk. Fuck a stranger.” Chelsea shrugged.
“Great advice, sis.” You rolled your eyes. “Really though, where do I go from here?”
Your sister sighed and turned in her seat too and she leant back against the abr.
“Honestly? I don’t know what you’re gonna do. But I know who Im gonna do.”
She winked at you and slinked off her chair, walking confidently to the table at the back of the room, where three guys sat.
You sighed and ordered another shot. For now, you were allowed to feel sorry for yourself.

“Your call has been redirected to a prerecorded voice messaging system. Please-“
You hit end and sighed.
Why was it that no one ever answered the phone when you needed them too.
It was the third number you’d tried. First, you’d tried Sarah, your friend. And then another friend, but she had sent you to voicemal. And then you’d tried Susan from work. God you didn’t even fucking like Susan, but you just needed someone to talk to.
As much as you loved your sister, and her coping methods, you just needed to voice your thoughts.
Nothing was making any sense anymore and no matter how much you drank you couldn’t wipe the memory of that day from replaying in your mind.
You didn’t know which betrayal was worse.
Absentmindedly you rubbed the spot on your finger where your ring used to sit. At least you hadn’t married him yet. Thats gotta be a positive, right? Silver lining or some shit.
“Hurry up!”
You looked up from your spot on the bathroom counter and sighed.
You couldn’t hide in the bathroom of a bar forever.
“Just a sec!”
You splashed some water on your face and dabbed it dry wiht a paper towel before you headed back to the table.
“(Y/n)! Where’d you go?!”
You slid back into the booth next to your drunk sister, who threw her arms around you.
The guys from earlier had been shouting drinks all night, and all though you didn’t mind their company, all you wanted was to hang out with your sister. Alone.
“So, (y/n), tell me about yourself.” The guy in front of you smiled. TIm, you think his name was.
“Id rather not.” You sighed.
Chelsea nudged your arm and you rolled your eyes.
“(Y/n) here just got out of a shitty relationship.”
You frowned and the guys looked at you curiously.
“He cheated on her.” Chelsea whispered, loudly. Vodka always did go straight to her head.
“With her best friend!”
You lifted the glass in front of you and downed it before slamming it down on the table.
“Well you know what they say,” Tim said, a smirk on his face.
You looked at him with raised eye brows, an unamused look on your face.
“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
You grimaced.
“Im going home.”
Chelsea grabbed your arm and tugged you back into your seat but you shook her off.
“Are you coming?”
Chelsea looked between you and the guys who were watching her expectantly.
“Im gonna stay, sis. You should too!”
“Suit yourself.”
You turned your back and headed out of the club, trying- but failing to ignore the laughter coming from the table and tears stung at your eyes.
For a moment you considered ordering another round of drinks and getting black out wasted.
But everything in this bar was becoming too much; the Bon Jovi blasting through the speakers, the clinking of glasses, the raised voices battling to be heard over each other.
You decided against it and headed for the door.
The night air hit you and you tugged your jacket tighter around yourself.
You walked to the carpark and sat down on the curb, pulling out your phone and dialled for a taxi.
The operator told you there’d be an hour wait, and after trying the only other cab company in the area and being told the same thing, you sighed and booked it anyway.
Why had your sister dragged you to the bar furthest from your motel?!
It was too far to walk, and you didn’t really have the energy.
Looks like you’d just have to wait.


You tried the lighter again, hoping desperately to see a flame but just like last time the lighter sparked before dying out.
“Need a light?”
You jumped and turned to look behind you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just um.. I have a lighter,” The guy said, holding out an old zippo lighter and a warm smile on his face.
You flashed him a smile and took the lighter. Your hand met his and you couldn’t help but notice how warm they were.
You lit your cigarette. It was your fifth smoke since you’d come outside but you always smoked like a prostitute when you were angry. or nervous. Or drunk, for that matter.
“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.
You passed the lighter back to him and he shoved it deep into the pocket of his hoodie.
“Cab.” You answered and took a long drive. “They said it’d be an hour. But that was well over an hour ago.”
“Huh.” He sat down next to you.
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, I’ll wait with you.”
“Its okay. I’ll be fine, really.”
“I dont mind.” His smile was warm and he seemed genuine. You shrugged and he pulled his own pack of cigarettes out of his pockets.
You looked at him and this time you really took him in.
His mohawk, his tribal tattoos on either side, the plain black hoodie he wore. His warm brown eyes.
You both sat in silence as you smoked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Im (y/n).”
He smiled warmly at you. “Juan Carlos.”
You smiled back at him. “You really don’t need to wait with me, Im sure they wont be long.”
“Its fine, really. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on these streets alone.”
You blushed and looked away.
The streetlights shone down on you, illuminating your features and Juice studied you the best he could without staring.
Why did he even care? He didn’t know you. Why did some stranger seem to care more about you then your own friends and family.
The emotions you’d been fighting to hold in all week suddenly washed over you and you turned away as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Juice took once last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt into the gutter. He heard a sniffle and noticed your shoulders slowly shaking.
For a second he was alarmed. What had he done?!
He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he couldn’t just ignore you crying.
Fuck it, he thought.
He didn’t speak. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
Which only seemed to make you cry harder and he rocked you slowly.
“Fuck.” You laughed humourlessly and wiped your tears away.
“Im sorry.”
“Dont apologise.”
You turned to him. His brown eyes were filled with worry and a sad smile was on his lips.
He looked into your eyes. God, there was something so beautiful about eyes that have just cried. Glistening with unshed tears and wet lashes, like an open window into your soul.
He was overwhelmed by the emotion you held in your eyes. Your face was almost blank, but when he looked into your eyes he felt every emotion that had washed over you. Your eyes betrayed you, letting him see all the pain you’d been fighting so hard to hold in.
He rubbed your back gently before pulling away and rummaged through his pockets.
You looked away, cursing yourself for breaking down in front of the cute Puerto Rican boy.
When you looked back he had a joint in his hands and he gave you a sheepish grin.
You laughed and he lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to you.
“You smoke?”
“Yeah,” You shrugged and took it between your fingers.  “I mean, I haven’t in years. My fiancé hates it.”
“Your engaged?”
You blew out a long cloud before shaking your head.
“Not any more.”
He nodded slowly and silence fell between you once more, as you passed the joint back and forth.
“Everythings so fucked up.”
Juice stood, tossing the burnt out roach into the street.
He held out his hand and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
“Come on,” He smiled. “You can tell me everything over pancakes.”
You smiled and bit your lip, checking the street to make sure your cab hadn’t finally arrived. It hadn’t, and you were strangely relieved.
“Its 3am. Is anything even open?”
He nodded. “Theres an all-night diner in the next street. They do this thing called the Juan Carlos special. Some genius invented it, its world famous. You really should try it.”
You grinned and took hold of his warm hand and he pulled you up, that goddamned smile all over his face.


“Jesus.” You whispered under your breath as the waitress placed the food on your table.
Two plates each loaded with a four inch stack of pancakes, two waffles, a jug of maple syrup, banana, whipped cream, and a shit ton of bacon. The ‘Juan Carlos Special’.
Juice grinned and tucked in, stabbing into the pile of bacon with his fork.
“You not hungry?” He asked with a mouthful of pancake.
You laughed and shook your head. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Bacon. Always start with bacon.”
You picked up your fork and stabbed a piece of bacon, moaning when the flavour hit your tongue.
Juice grinned across the table.
“So, tell me everything.”
“You really wanna know?” You sighed.
He shrugged and lifted the jug or maple syrup and poured the whole thing onto his plate.
“Only if you want to.” He waved a forkful of pancake in the air. “Look, I’m shit at giving advice. But sometimes it helps, ya know. Talking to a stranger. Outside perspective and all that.”
“He fucked my best friend.” You blurted out.
He paused, forkful of pancake hallway to his mouth.
You nodded.
And just like that you opened up. You told him everything. You told him about your best friend and how you’d met in kindergarten. You told him about your teenage years where you and her would get up to all kinds of mischeif. You told him about the first time you met your fiancé, about your relationship, about the proposal and moving in together. Everything. Right down to when you opened that door and saw her riding his dick.
And he listened. Like, really listened. He hung off every word, asked you questions, interrupted you with mutters of ‘douchbag’ and ‘asshole’.
“So my sister dragged me out tonight to try cheer me up but she ditched me for some random guys. And no one else answered their phones.” You sighed. “I just feel like I have no one.. ya know? Like Ive lost everything.”
“Gimme your phone.” Juice said and pushed away his now empty plate.
You raised an eyebrow.
“You buy me pancakes and then rob me?”
He chuckled and held out his hand.
With a roll of your eyes you handed him your cell phone.
His fingers went to work and you watched him.
You didn’t even know this kid. And yet he was here for you; more than any of your friends had been. He had listened more than your own sister. He made you feel so.. comfortable.
You looked away from him and eyed the diner. Its checkered floors, shiny red booths, CocaCola posters from the fifties framed on the walls. Neon lights hung in the window and near the back was an old jukebox playing some Meatloaf balled.
He handed you back your phone and you glanced at the screen.
New Contact. Juice.
“My friends call me Juice.” He explained.
You hit edit on the screen. “I prefer Juan, if you don’t mind?”
His whole face lit up and he was thankful you were too busy looking at your screen to notice the blush creeping up his neck.
“Whenever you need anything. Talk, or pancakes. Call me.”
“Thank you, Juan. Really.” You smiled.
“Anytime. So tell me, how do you feel about revenge?”


“Are you seriously breaking in?” You hissed.
He shushed you and you glanced around nervously while he hovered over the lock.
“Juan, seriously. Im not really keen on getting arrested.”
He sniggered and pushed the door open before reaching inside and flicking the light switch.
“Calm down, (y/n). You aint a crim just yet.”
He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the room; the pristine white walls, bob marley posters. Shelves stacked with different jars and bongs. And of course, that undeniable smell.
“So you work here or something?”
He shook his head and headed behind the counter.
“Nah, I own it.”
“Seriously? You own Clear Passages?”
“Sorta.” He shurgged. “Twenty percent anyway.”
You nodded and paced the store,your arms swinging by your sides as eyed the different strands on the shelves.
Juice rummaged under the counter.
“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked as he pulled out the container he had been searching for.
You bit your lip and nodded.
Juice searched your face for any uncertainty before nodding and sliding the container into his pocket.
He turned and grabbed a sachet of the shelf behind him before heading out from behind the counter.
“C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit, flicking off the light as he went.
You entered the street and he locked the door behind the two of you.
“Its too far to walk, and I don’t have my car. The cabs-“
“I’ll take us.” Juice interrupted.
You walked in silence, Juice leading the way.
The streets were becoming quiet as the early hours of the morning rolled in and you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket.
You neared a gas station and Juice pointed into the car park next door.
“My rides the one in the corner, you can wait there if ya want?”
He headed inside and you nodded, stopping at a vending machine and pressing the button for a can of coke.
The can dropped and you reached inside and lifted it out. You cracked the lid open as you walked and took a sip.
The car park was nearly empty and Juice had pointed to the corner.
You lit a cigarette before perching on the hood of the sedan and leant back, studying the stars shining in the night sky.
A few minutes later Juice left the store, plastic bag in his hand and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he neared.
He sat on the hood next to you and took a sip of the coke you offered him.
“Get everything?”
He nodded.
“His house or hers first?”
“His. He works nights so he wont be home.”
Juice nodded and leant back against the car and you both looked up at the stars.
“Whose car is this?”
You turned to him, your brows furrowed together.
“You pointed to it.”
He shook his head, an amused look in his eyes.
“I pointed to that.”
You looked where he pointed to the carpark next to you. The carpark occupied with a Harley Davidson Dyna.
You slid off the car and glanced between the bike and Juice, who was now smirking at you.
You walked around the bike and immediately noticed the fuel tank. More accurately, you noticed the M16 with the Grim Reaper scythe on a pole, and the words that made you freeze. ‘Sons Of Anarchy’.
You turned back to him,  eyes slightly wide.
“Your in a gang?! Jesus, you don’t look like a biker.”
“Firstly, we’re a club, not a gang. And what does a biker look like, exactly?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. Your not even wearing any leather? And you don’t have a beard. Or a potbelly.”
He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. I can grow a pretty great moustache, though.”
You scrunched up your face and he laughed again before handing you his helmet.
“This really not a problem?” He asked you as he swung his leg over.
“Nope.” You answered as you bucked the strap beneath your chin.
“Have you ever been on a bike before?”
He grinned. “Hold on tight. And lean with me.”
You took a deep breath and nodded before holding onto his shoulder and swinging your leg over the bike.
You held onto his sides and he rolled his eyes before pulling your hands tighter around him.
He kicked up his kickstand and started the bike. The engine rumbled beneath you and you squeezed him tightly.
He turned and met your eye.
“You okay?”
You nodded.
Slowly the bike began to move, and once he entered the street he turned the throttle, gaining speed.
You gulped as he turned a corner but you leant with him like he had told you, despite wanting to lean in the opposite direction and he sped up, making your hair blow out beneath the helmet.
Gradually you relaxed, your grip around his waist becoming looser and you sat up straight.
The scenery rushed past you in a blur and a grin spread over your face.
You had never felt more alive.


He stopped walking and stood next to you, glancing in the direction you were glaring.
“Whats wrong?”
“Thats her car.”
He saw the pain in your eyes as you looked at your best friends car, parked where you used to park yours; in the drive way of the house you had shared with your fiance.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Come on.”
You nodded and moved forward, dropping his hand.
Juice couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you creep across the street, your body hunched and your head glancing from side to side and he snorted as you army rolled behind a bush.
He walked casually across the street and smirked as you hissed at him to hide.
He knelt down next to you and you turned to him with wild eyes.
“Do you want us to get caught?” You whispered angrily.
“Jesus christ, we’re not breaking the law.”
“Sorry, I forgot you were a gangster.” You rolled your eyes. “You probably don’t care if we go to jail.”
He fought a laugh. “Its a club, not a gang. And its your house, (y/n). You have a key.”
You nodded and pulled the hood of your jacket up and pulled it as low as it could go.
“So whats the plan, Chief?” Juice whispered.
“You start out here. I’ll head inside.”
Juice nodded and watched as you crept to the front door, silently fumbling with the keys.
Meanwhile he pulled the can of spray paint out of the bag and got to work.
You pushed the door shut behind you, careful not to make any noise.
You felt sick as you looked around the house. The moon was bright tonight and the room was dimly lit. After a while your eyes adjusted and you looked around the room.
The photos of you and your fiancé were still littered over the mantel piece and everything looked just as you’d left it. Except the heels scattered next to the door, and the coat draped over the back of the sofa.
You gulped and tip toed into the kitchen.
Every Wednesday afternoon you had baked. Brownies, cakes, cookies. You had always liked baking and George had always loved tasting whatever you had cooked up.
No matter what, there was always some fresh baking in your cupboards.
Which was perfect, because you knew when George got home he would head to the cupboard and eat whatever baking he could find, without a second thought.
You placed the container Juice had given you in the cupboard, smiling to yourself.
George wouldn’t even notice that these brownies were.. special.
Next you headed for the refrigerator.
Your best friend staying here meant that you didn’t need to make two stops tonight.
Every morning she had a big glass of orange juice.
You pulled the carton out of the fridge and opened it carefully before dumping the powder in and shaking it gently, making sure it dissolved.
It was only a laxative, completely natural, Juice had reassured you.
You knew she had a big meeting tomorrow, and you smirked. Its a shame she would be glued to the toilet.
You had just placed the carton back into the fridge when Juice entered the room.
“You ready?” He whispered.
“Almost.” You reached for the drawer and pulled out a large knife. You gave him a wink and grinned.
His eyes went wide as he saw the wild look in your eyes and the smirk on your face and he grabbed your wrist.
“Are you crazy?! Put it down.”
“What are you gonna do?! Stab her?!” He hissed at you.
You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen, Juice hot on your heels and you stopped when you reached the lounge.
“Hold this.” You passed him the knife.
“Why, you wanna get my prints on the murder weapon?!”
You scoffed and tip toed over to the mantelpiece.
Carefully you lifted the first frame. It was a photo of you and George on your first vacation together.
You pulled the sleeve of your jacket over your hand and pressed your palm against the frame, silently shattering the glass.
You placed the frame back on the mantel and repeated the process with the remaining frames.
Juice watched you and when you were finished you walked back to him and grabbed the knife.
He followed you through the front door and pulled it shut behind him.
You locked the door and shoved the keys back in your pocket.
“Whats the knife for?” He whispered.
You walked across the driveway and stabbed the knife into the front tire of her car.
The air hissed out and you pried the knife loose before stabbing each of the remaining three tires.
Juice had crossed the street and you walked over and stood next to him.
He draped an arm around your shoulder and you both looked at the house.
Juice  had done well with the spray paint and you smiled as you looked at the work he’d done.
‘Cheat’ was spray painted in large letters on the garage door. He’d written ‘homewrecker’ on the bonnet of your friends car and the walls of the house were littered with other profanities, and next to the front window of the house he had painted a large penis.
“Nice touch, Picasso.”
He bowed and you both laughed.
“So what now?”
“We wait a few hours and then I ring his work and make an anonymous tip about the staff using drugs. If he eats the brownies he’ll fail the drug test and lose his job.”
You smirked. Sure, a part of you felt bad for what you’d done. But it was only a very small part of you, and you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.
Slowly Juice pulled you away and you walked together in silence back to his bike were you’d left it further down your street.
He passed you the helmet  and you both hopped onto the bike.
You pressed your cheek to his back as he rode through the night, the crisp air brushing over you and you closed your eyes.
He smelled good, his cologne mixing with the faint smell of weed and the scent filled your lungs.
You clung to him tightly, his warm body pressed against yours.
You felt light, like all your baggage had finally been left behind you. Who knew all it would take was one night with a Puerto Rican biker boy.
The bike slowed and you finally took in your surroundings.
He had brought you to the water tower on the outskirts of town.
“Come on, we gotta hurry.”
He dragged you to the ladder and you shook your head.
“No way. I ain’t climbing up there!” You crossed your arms over your chest.
Juice rolled his eyes and tugged your elbow gently.
“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
His eyes were full of promise and pleading and you sighed.
“Fine. But if i fall to my death please make sure they dress me in something cute. I don’t wanna be buried in these jeans.”
And you started to climb.
He didn’t know why you disliked those jeans so much. From where he was looking, they looked great on you. Although he was climbing the ladder beneath you, and honestly it wouldnt matter what you were wearing, this view made your ass look great.
It only took a few minutes to reach the top and you stood shakily on the platform.
“Holy shit.” You whispered.
You could see everything from up here.
The shining lights of all the houses in Charming and even Lodi.
Everything was so small.
Juice sat down, swinging his legs off the edge and resting his arms against the lower railing.
You copied him and he pulled out another joint and lit it before offering it to you.
Together you shared the joint and together you watched as the large glowing sphere of the sun rose slowly into the dull morning sky. It cast sunbeams in every direction as it illuminated the small town, like an arsonist setting the sky on fire.
Below you in the trees birds began to chirp a background melody as the pure scattered light lit up every inch of the land below you.
Your breath paused in your lungs and you wished time would stop.
In this moment everything was forgotten. You forgot the heartbreak you’d endured, the betrayal. You forgot the boring motel room that was now your temporary home. You forgot that no one had been there for you when you needed them most.
But the one thing you didn’t forget was Him.
The first night you spent with Juan Carlos was a memory that would live on inside you forever.


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Pure Imagination (Jason Todd X Reader)

pairing; Jason Todd X Read

Summary; Someone dosed you with Joker serum and Jason cant do anything but watch you in horror

(also i take request) I feel like this was really shitty 

Warning; probably cussing,angst and fluff

“WHERE IS SHE!” He grabbed a collar of Dick while slamming him into the wall of Wayne Manor. Yeah he was being to much aggressive but being dosed by Joker serum during a mission is very serious, it could kill if you got too much and even then it can still mess with you permanently. 

“Y/N i-is in her room, okay” Dick Grayson didn’t even bother to fight of the grip of Jason cause he knew it was all his fault, if he didn’t put down one of the jokers bodyguards on time you wouldn’t have been like this, you were on a mission with him, and only him. It was his fault.

Jason slammed him into the wall one more time before running towards your room in panic. When he opened the door he wasn’t prepared for what he saw, and what he saw wasn’t you.

He didn’t get a glimpse of in at first cause Damian was trying to sooth you from the fear that kept reappearing. When Damian heard Jason storm through the door he moved aside quickly. “Y/N.. I am so sorry this happened-” Jason ran up to you at sat across from where you had your knees tucked into your chest.

“Jason it hurts please help me” You whimpered into your knees while Jason placed his hand on the top of your head and caressed it. “Don’t worry baby I’ll fix it okay.. its just a matter of time” 

“Jason where are you, help me!” When you spoke those words thats when Jason’s heart broke into million of little pieces.. He remembers you speaking those words when she was being tortured by the Joker… when both of you were kept hostage. “I’m right here it’s gonna be okay.. I’m here” He then started to speak the words he said to you on that very night you were replaying in your head.

You lifted  you head from your knees and it was just streaming with tears. Your eyes looked soulless, as if they were in another world. “Jason I love you so much okay, w-we are g-gonna get out of here, you and me together” Jason didn’t bother to respond to that one. He straitened his head to look at you directly.

Tears started to appear at the corners of his eyes, no one should have to go through this again, or at all. Jason stood up and faced Damian who was standing behind the scene. “How long do you think this will go on for” Jason asked as if he had no emotion at all. 

Damian’s eyes were glossy from watching them, he knew what they were talking about previously “Its been about an hour so maybe a couple more- I am sorry, I really am” Damian sighed as he looked at you again why you put your head in your knees again.

“I think you should leave, its not you fault.. Just I need some time” Damian nodded while he left quietly and kept his head forward.

Jason went to pick you up bridal style and placed you on your bed. He couldn’t do anything all he had to do was hear you scream his name over and over. He sat on the very end of the bed not even look at you.

You cradled yourself into a ball still whimpering his name.

In your vision Jason had been taken away from your arms by one of the clowns, while he screamed your name and you screamed his.

Your vision skipped time really fast, so it was scene after scene.

The Jason that was with you now, he was a mess. He couldn’t stop crying, seeing you like this was the worst torture to him.

You started to hum a song which alert Jason immediately, whenever you where sad Jason would sing it to you like Dick used to sing it to him, The man and the flying trapeze.

“He flies through the air with the greatest of ease,                                                  The daring young man on the flying t-trapeze”

Your voice cracked with pain while whispering the song. It sounded as if you could have a mental break down any second while singing it. 

“His moves are all graceful. All the girls he does please. And my love he has stolen away”

Robin wars anyone?

The Heat: Part Two


You were hired on for the summer to help the Avengers after college, a job you considered to be the stepping stone into a lifetime career. Throughout the summer you find yourself in the crosshairs of Bucky Barnes, the only member of the team who vowed to hate you the day you moved in - or so you thought.

Word Count: 4,080

Notes: Cursing, Smut.

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Woke Up Alone;Haechan

Genre: huge angst (im ready to make some people cry im sorry)

Request: @hqleetaeyong my babe requested this a month back for an angst haechan scenario so here it is skdmdn

A/N: i spent so much time on this omg dont kill me after yall read this please

*Warnings: de*th/depression

Word Count: 2,481


Nothing seemed to be going your way anymore-you were flunking all your class assignments and tests despite your constant efforts to revise and study, and all because of a small misunderstanding, your friends had turned their back on you.

The people you once could lean on and gain support from, were now gone.

The digits on the weighing scale added more salt to the wound, constantly reminding you of how you weren’t as slim as the people around you, and that you had lost many you once thought were worthy because of this small matter.

Nobody seemed to understand you. Once you thought everything was going well, it all fell apart again, leaving you at your most vulnerable.

You needed someone to hold you in their arms, remind you that you were loved and appreciated. And most importantly, you wanted someone who could give you love and comfort.

But you didn’t have anyone.

You couldn’t even trust yourself anymore.

You hated yourself more than anyone could ever.

You blamed yourself for everything that had happened.

You were completely alone.

But yet at the end of every day you found yourself lying on your bed, all curled up in the warmth of your own arms, thoughts running deeply in your mind. All you could do to make everything better was to assure yourself that it’ll get better.

At the end of the day, you could depend on no one else but yourself-

-as much as you hated it.


His face was etched vividly at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t help but think about him for the fifth time that day. His small and shy smile and laughter replayed in your head as you remembered how he reached out his hand excitedly to shake yours, then slightly bowing as he flashed you his bright smile again, his eyes forming into the shape of crescent moons.

Just this itself could make you smile, the first time you ever did genuinely in a few weeks.

“My name’s Haechan! I’m looking forward to working with you all hehe”

You remembered how he said that sentence in an excited tone, and behind his voice it was as though you could feel a small boy jumping inside of him, ready to fill your days with laughter and joy.

You found yourself smiling once again, before you snapped out of your trance as you catched a glimpse of yourself in the mirror seating by the bedside.

How long has it been since you last smiled like that?

How could a boy you just met today make you feel so happy and contented?

The next morning, you were more than excited to head of to the cafe for work- for the first time ever.

The lady dressed in full black, your boss, looked at you shock as soon as she saw you enter the cafe, then squinting her eyes, “Why are you here so early today, Miss Y/N, i thought you dreaded work? Is something up?”

You let out a small laugh before shaking your head, placing your bag in the usual spot in the staff room, “No, i just.. felt good today”

Your boss gave you a comforting smile, then pat your back, “I was joking. I’m glad that you are, i told you working in a cafe could help clear your mind hm?”

You smiled back at her. You were thankful and grateful for her care and concern towards you, and you only had her to thank for making you feel much better than you were a few weeks back.

She had noticed you completing blanking out in a bookshop near your house, and immediately asked if you were okay. Finally having someone to even worry over you, you couldn’t help but break down in front of her, a complete stranger at that time, and letting everything out that you had been holding in forever.

She completely understood, and promised to help you out. Which was why you were currently able to work as a barista in her small cafe, after she offered that it may help you get your mind off things a little.

And it did.

You put on your apron swiftly, then started to set everything up, preparing the cups and ingredients needed.

Not long after the door to the cafe opened once again, and you were met with the eyes of the one you had been thinking of the whole night.

His soft brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, and his dark brown skin seemed to glow under the sun. He caught eye contact with you and bowed slightly, the sides of his cheeks raising up, his eyes turning into thin lines again.

You returned a shy smile, eyes unable to leave him.

Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the staff room, then to the empty spot right beside you.

“Y/N? Good morning!” he waved his hands in front of your face, followed by a small giggle.

You stuttered a little, “H-Hi, good morning” before giving a small awkward wave back, causing him to laugh.

He shook his head then smiled to himself, “You’re so cute”

His words hit you all of a sudden, and you felt a tingling feeling throughout your whole body. Your cheeks started to burn as you tried quickly looked away from him, “o-oh.. am i?”

You closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself for the words that just came out from your mouth.

Surprisingly, Haechan nodded his head, then held out a thumbs up in front of you, saying even louder to you, “Yes you are”

Naturally, your lips started to curl up as his words replayed in your mind over and over again, your heart quickening its pace every single time.

He was special, how could someone you only just met made you this happy?


“Y/N!!!!! I got us some chicken, open your door and stop sleeping you pig” Haechan’s loud voice rang through your whole apartment, as his fingers repeated pressed the doorbell.

You peered your head out of your room, eyes squinting at the bright light from the door, then letting out a groan and laying back in bed, “Just open it, it’s not locked”

You heard shuffling from the outside as you closed your eyes again, hoping that you could get back some of the sleep you lost due to Haechan’s shouting.

However, his voice rang loudly again, “Do you not know how dangerous it is to not lock your door i cant believe you did that, what if something happened to you?”

Haechan nagged at you as he shook your legs lightly, trying to wake you up.

But seeing that you had no reaction at all to his doings, he jumped right on the bed beside you, then attacking you with tickles, causing you to scream and laugh out loud.

After a few minutes of the ‘wrestling’, Haechan hit your arm lightly, slightly out of breath, then nagging at you once again with his now obvious irritated voice, “Wake up now please”

You turned to face him abrutly at his words, your smile slowly fading away into an expression of admiration as he was only an inch away from you.

5 months of friendship but you all had never been this close.

It made your heart race.

And there was a moment of silence

You saw Haechan gasped a little, his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips, his cheeks turning into a light pink as he got up quickly.

His voice softened as soon as his eyes met your gaze.

“C-Come out, let’s eat the chicken before it gets cold.”

You shook your head and covered your face to forget everything that had happened, but your heart wasn’t cooperating.

It was beating really quickly, and loudly.

Does he know i like him?

Does he like me too?


His arms were around your shoulders, your head on his chest. His soft and warm voice acting as a lullaby as he sang you a short tune. He was caressing your hair lightly, both of your breathings together as one.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry” Haechan said those words to you for the third time that night, attempting to make you feel better after you started breaking down suddenly after being not able to sleep.

And you blame overthinking for it-your thoughts got the better of you again and you just started thinking of every single negative thing that had ever occurred to you.

Next thing you know, Haechan has rushed right over to your house immediately after getting your call, despite it being at a late 2AM.

You nodded your head at his words, wiping your tears once more, snuggling deeper into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Someone was finally there for you when you needed it.

He made you feel appreciated and cared for, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.

You felt comfortable in his arms, against his body.

His arms never left you once that night and you felt secure, and safe.

Only he could make you have that feeling.

You were deeply in love with him.


Just like any other day, you found yourself waiting patiently for him to walk into the cafe, face full of smiles and happiness, pulling the strings of your heart and making your day full.

Especially today, you wanted to see him the most, mainly because you had wanted to tell him something important-your feelings.

Your eyes would lit up in excitement whenever you saw the door to the cafe open, but would droop into disappoint when you weren’t met with the person you wanted to see most everyday.

Two hours later and he was still not here, and you were worried sick.

Is he not feeling well? Did something happen? He hasn’t been replying since yesterday.

Your eyes would quiver as you’d blank out occasionally, as your mind would drift off to think about where Haechan was and where he went.

He never skipped work once, even when he was sick, it was unlike him.

You tried calling him, but there no answer.

You went back that day feeling devastated, as though you had lost everything. One day without seeing him and you were back to the old you, how could you live without him?

The next day you went to work enthusiastic again, hoping that he’d appear. But he still hasn’t returned to any of your calls or messages.

After a long and tiring day of being disappointed countless times, you sighed and made your way back home, alone, unlike the usual days where Haechan would accompany you and fill you with his jokes and funny stories, turning you into an endless fit of laughter.

The third day, still no replies or his appearance. It was as if he disappeared into thin air.

Day of day you’d make your way to the cafe, holding on to the small strand of hope that he was going to come back, but none of it happened.

You were getting less and less and motivated, and you did everything with almost no emotion. You didn’t feel happy anymore, that is, without Haechan right by your side.

Your boss had noticed and she knew the reason why, and she knew she had to tell you sooner or later.

“Y/N, could you come here for a talk? We’ll stop work after this,” she called out to you softly, motioning you to seat beside her at one of the small tables.

You nodded without saying a word, then sat beside her emotionlessly, mind filled with thoughts of that one person.

The lady beside you took in a deep breath before placing her hand on your thigh, “I know you’ve been feeling upset lately.. and it’s because Haechan’s gone suddenly, right?”

You turned your head to her immediately at the mention of his name, then raised your eyebrows at her, “Yes, do you know why? Did he tell you?”

She sighed again, then closed her eyes, a look of remorse on her face, “You see… Y/N, Haechan.. he’s… gone”

You were confused at her words, as you furrowed your eyebrows together, your hand holding tightly onto hers, “What do you mean.. gone? Did he move to another country? Where did he go”

She frowned, as you could see her trying to hold her tears back, “You see, Y/N. Haechan, you thought he was that one kid that’s always happy right? Truth is he’s gone through much more than you and he’s actually really really sad inside. But he told me not to tell you so you wouldn’t worry, and i took him in here because he heard of you and wanted to cheer you up, because he didn’t want you to feel like him. He, was overwhelmed by a lot of things too these past months but he kept it from you. He couldn’t take it anymore and he.. went to a better place, at least he’s happy there. Y/N, please i know you love him a lot and he’s always so happy telling me about you and-”

You ran out of the door and onto the road after hearing all those words, your tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly as you didn’t want to believe what you just heard. You heard shouts calling out for you, but before you knew it, a huge blow threw you onto the floor and you were met with pitch darkness.


The wind from the air conditioning’s blowing strongly in your direction, making you hide even deeper under your sheets, trying to find warmth.

But nothing was the same anymore.

Outside your room were people talking and walking around, holding flowers or basket of fruits to visit their loved ones, each of their rooms filled with care, love and warmth.

But for you, your hospital room was filled with utter silence, other than the constant beeping from the heart rate machine standing beside you.

It seemed to be your only friend.

You room was cold, dark and empty.

No one was there for you, again.

His face was the only thing you could think of, as the memories that you two had spent over the past 9 months replayed in your head, remembering even the smallest detail.

Because he meant that much to you.

And he still does, but does it even matter now?

You wiped the tear falling from your swollen eyes roughly as you hid your face in your arms,

you were used to this

after all, you still ended up waking up alone.

Surprise Part 7

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff, semi smut!.

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 6

Marvel Master List       Surprise Master List

                                                  Chapter 7

  Its been two weeks since that day . You spent a week unconscious, with an angry & worried Steve at your side the entire time . When you woke up, you watched as a few tears rolled from his cheeks, he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, then left the room . It was a silent, but warm  interaction, sadly it was the last warm moment you two had . Steve hasn’t spoken to you since .

 The team re located to the Avengers compound on the outskirts of the city after the attack on the tower.  The day after you woke up , you went right to work on practicing your powers ( against Bruce’s advice.)  The last week has been mostly you and Wanda, practicing outside & using the extremely spacious yard ( if you can call that much land a yard ) .

 " Again Y/n . Focus on throwing sparks at the balls I throw .“ Wanda directs, she tosses a small ball into the air once again, and you quickly try to aim your powers at it. This time you manage to successfully hit it, making it fizzle until it turned to black ash and fell to the ground.

Originally posted by daisyskyewalker

"Good!” she cheers ,clapping her hands together

“ Yeah Wan, real good. What was that one?  4 out of 50? " you sigh , dropping to sit in the grass . She follows, taking your hand in hers as she sits,

” You used a lot of force Y/n, you have more within you than  you know. Its not just going to do what you want when you aren’t even sure how to control it yet . I know its frustrating, but have patience with yourself. “

 I nod, leaning my head on her shoulder.

” So Steve hasn’t talked to you still? “

"  Not a word. ”

“He may not have anything to say , but I know you do . Make him listen Y/n . He cares for you , you didn’t see his face the day at the tower, it was almost as if I was   actually watching his heart break . He didn’t leave your side the entire week you were out. " 

Originally posted by elcapitan-rogers

Shes right, he may not want to talk , but he sure as hell can listen . You stand up, wiping the grass off myself.

” Youre right Wanda,  where-“

” His room . “  she answers with a wink . you smile at her before taking off back towards the compound .

 You don’t bother knocking on Steves door, opting for barging in . When his door swings open, his eyes shoot to yours but quickly fall back down to the book in his lap .

” I get it , your mad, or upset or whatever   and don’t want to talk to me; but I have a hell of a lot to say to you . “ your tone seems to get his attention, he marks his page before training his attention on you .I can do this, how hard can it be to yell at Captain America? Fuck.

 ” I did what I had to , and Id do it again . I didn’t know what would happen to me , but there were lives at risk ; lives of our own agents in that tower Steve. Was I suppose to just hop on the jet and leave them with the Hydra agents? Maybe if I didn’t have this… gift , I would have. I had the capability to do something, to save people  ; and I did . I will not ever apologize for making that decision ,and if you expect me to , then you aren’t the man I thought you were.  I am a part of this team now, I have the same responsibilities as you , and if you cant - “

” You were reckless, you think you know why I’m mad?  Your powers could of not only taken out those agents, but also our agents, and what if they sparked up to the jet ? To Tonys suit? You would have done a lot more damage than good  Y/n . You may be apart of this team, but you clearly don’t have the- “

Originally posted by stallingdemons

” Oh you’ve got to be kidding me Steve! I took a fucking chance, and it worked ! If I hadn’t people still would of died ! Cant you focus on the positive instead of the ’ what if’ ?! “ you bark at him  . You don’t know when, but sometime between the arguing Steve moved and is now right infront of you , angry eyes locked onto yours. 

 "  You should of got on the jet and-”

“ And played it safe Steve?   No fucking way . No one else on the team has a problem with this-”

“ No one else on the team is in love with you!” he blurts out . Your eyes widen, but then squint with anger .

“  You’re angry at me for saving lives, because you love me. ” You let out a dry laugh . “ Youre really something else Rogers. I never took you as a selfish prick . Youre mad I didn’t avoid a dangerous situation, a situation that if I ignored would of resulted in -”

“ I didn’t mean - i would never willingly put others lives at risk . The team isn’t as angry about what happen because they aren’t me Y/n , they aren’t me & you. That’s what i meant.” he sighs, his hand ghosts over your, but before he can make contact you step back .

“ Is this what its going to be like ?  You ignore me because you ‘love me’ , and i made a risky move? I would never treat you like this, regardless of what you do and how much i love you .  This -” you point between the two of you ,“ is not okay . Right now, we are not okay . I don’t want this, to have the thought of upsetting you hanging over my head everytime I’m in a dangerous situation .”

“ Y/n - ”

“ No Steve,i just - i cant. ”

“ I almost lost you , and  youre going to walk out on me? ” he asks, sadness and irony in his voice.

“ Learn to deal with the fact that I’m not always going to make rational decisions when it comes to saving people, and i wont have to walk away . ” you say over your shoulder before leaving his room .

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

4 days later.

The team was able to sense the tension between me and Steve once again. You have avoided him since you left his room, avoided any and all chance of having to speak or see him . But today, you aren’t lucky enough to be able to do that anymore.

  As you walk into your room, you let out a loud yelp when you see Steve waiting on your bed .

“ Its not polite to scare a lady Steve.” you sigh , leaning against your doorway .

“ Its not polite to avoid others either .” he snaps . Touche .

“ Id appreciate if youd keep your comments to yourself until I’m finished saying what i need to .” he announces, looking to you for your agreement. You nod, signaling him to continue .

“ Being an avenger , living this life, means sometimes there isn’t time for rational choices ; you’re right  and id be a hypocrite to hold your actions against you any further. But  it doesn’t mean that your actions don’t effect others negatively.  I’ve lost a lot in my life Y/n , I’m not ready to lose you , again; not when i just got you back . ” He sighs, running his hands down his face. You can see how much he is struggling with this and a pang of guilt hits you . Damn it Steve.

 You move to sit next to him , taking his hand in yours .

“ I didn’t- i guess i didn’t exactly think of it that way . You still handled this like a complete dick though Steve. ”

 He lets out a laugh , squeezing my hand as he does.  “  You sent me through a complete wave of deja vu  that day ,ya know. Its like the day you died was slowly replaying  .”

“ I’m sorry i didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t . All you meant to do was keep people safe, even if it meant getting yourself hurt . I didn’t think it was possible to love & hate something about someone  ; that was until i met you and your damn selflessness. ”

“ I’m sorry , have you met yourself Steve? Your a walking poster for that, even more than i am . ” you snap , removing your hand from his .

“ You think it wasn’t hard having to watch all the times you through yourself infront of others before i died?  I dealt with it though , without making you feel like shit Steve. If you cant do the same-”

Steve cuts you off by placing his lips on yours . Before you can fall too deeply into it , you push yourself away  .

“ If you would let me apologize instead of butting in to yell at me thatd be great Y/n. ” he says with  a smile.

“ So you aren’t going to act like a dick next time i decide to blast my powers?”

“ ill try my best to deal with it .”

 You smile, pulling him back into a kiss . The kiss turns into more, keeping you and Steve in his bed throughout the rest of the day and night , until your body was completely worn out.

Originally posted by for-the-love-of-vampire-diaries

 You wake up with your legs tangled with Steves, and his arm slung over your bare waist.  His alarm begins blaring shortly after you wake, making Steve groan behind you .  Loud knocking startles both of you , making you clutch his blanket to your chest. His door swings open, revealing Sam and Bucky .

 " Looks like all is fine and Dandy in Captain Land. “ Sam says through his laughter.

” Does this mean we don’t have to run today ?“ Bucky asks .

” Give me 5 minutes.“ The two groan and Steve and disappear from the doorway .  You turn to him ,pouting out your lip ,

” Cant you skip running for one day !“ you ask . He laughs, moving to get out of his bed but you stop him with a had around his wrist. You tug him onto his back, crawling over him until your straddling his lap . His already hard cock nudging at your center makes you both let out low moans. You lean down, your hands on either side of his head , until your lips are hovering over his .

” Please Steve ?“ He leans up, connecting your lips in sweet kiss .

Originally posted by sensualkisses

In a flash , he flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his lips dive back down to meet  yours in a hot, needy kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips, gently rocking your hips up into his.

” Steve come-“

 at the sound of Sams voice, Steve wraps his arms around your waist and whips your both onto the floor and out of sight  . You know Sam probably saw a little too much skin from the two of you , but you cant help but laugh .

” Jesus, shut the damn door guys!“

” Youre the one that left it open before Bird boy! “ you shout .

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter

Steve gets up before you can protest, quickly grabbing his running clothes from his dresser.   He emerges from his bathroom fully dressed with a smirk . He walks over, bending and lifting your bridal style before tossing you back into his bed.

” You better be in this exact spot when i get back, understood?“  his tone playful, but commanding  . 

” Yes, Captain. “You send him a mock salute, blowing him a kiss as he leaves the room laughing. 

  You stay in Steves bed for a little while longer before FRIDAY calls to you

"Miss, there is a package being delivered that needs to be signed for . ”

“ Ugh , isn’t anyone else here to do it ?”

“ I’m afraid not miss, Everyone is either out running,on a mission or shopping. Besides Dr.Banner, he is resting and asked not to be bothered unless needed.” You grunt, rolling out of bed and slipping into a pair of Steves Sweats and a shirt. You drag yourself to the front door of the compound, swinging it open only to be met with searing pain being shot through you . Your body drops, your vision incredibly hazy . Who the hell just tazered me?  You look up , barely able to make out the face of a man with a disgusting smirk across his face.

“ Nice to finally meet you Y/n. " 

” Who are y-“  You try to raise yourself to your feet, before you can another set of pain waves through you , forcefully knocking you down with a loud cry , and into the arms of the mystery man. The volts going through you aren’t like your powers, these actually hurt . How is this possible?

The alarm starts blaring around the compound, signaling distress . You know the guys run around the compound, and hopefully they can hear the echoing alarm.

” Looks like its time to take this party elsewhere Dear.“

In the blink of an eye, youre no longer in the entry way of your home, but in a pristine white lab .

Originally posted by youdovethroughaholeintheuniverse


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Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Eight

I cant believe this is already on part eight. Thanks for the continuous support. Also HUGE shout out to @slapshotsandoneshots​ for always helping me out and supporting! Make sure to check her out she’s amazing!

Word Count: 1848

Warnings: None?

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*Alex POV*

I wake up from an announcement being made over the intercom of the plane. Jet lagged from the extremely long flight, and time change. At first, I was going to go back to Rochester, but my heart was broken from all the arguments I had faced. I decided to go see my family instead. I look out of the window seeing nothing but an empty sky. Y/N didn’t leave my mind once. All our memories being replayed in my head.

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i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this

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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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Liar, Liar, Pants on fire (pt.1)

Originally posted by dylanobrienperf

I’ve been reading so much fanfiction, that i thought i would give it a try and write some! its probably shitty but oh whale. (Stiles Stilinski x reader: angst, love, death, smut) PART TWO// EPILOGUE 

Being part of this supernatural shit was exhausting. Constantly fighting to survive, to save my friends, was taking a toll on my mental and physical health. Death had become a reoccurring thought in my head. Specifically, my death. I know, I know. It’s so wrong to wish for death. But it’s what I want. What I NEED. A new life. Or so it’s what I thought I needed. Our pack was consisted of werewolves, were-coyote, banshee, kitsunes, and humans. Scott being our alpha and werewolf. Malia being our were-coyote and rebellious one. Lydia being our banshee, alerting us of new deaths. She was also our secret genius and fashionista. Kira being our kitsune, which is fox and being our Alphas lover. Then.. then there’s Stiles. Stiles is human. Neither of us have supernatural abilities, we just have our brain to thank that we can help solve these murder cases. Stiles is one of the smartest people I know, besides Lydia of course. I love my pack to death. But one of them happens to have all my love. In a pack, shouldn’t everyone feel close and like they fit in? Why don’t I feel that way? Scott and Stiles are best friends, Malia and Lydia are pretty much best friends. Kira, is Kira who is attached to the hip to Scott. Malia and Stiles were a thing. Stiles and Lydia, well. Stiles loves or likes her, I don’t know. Then there’s me. Little ol me. Where do I fit in? To top it all off, I’m in love with fucking Stiles. Him of all people. I could have picked another human, or supernatural being for all I cared. Just not him. Fuck, stop thinking about this stupid shit.

I groan and roll over on my bed, laying on my side and putting my head on top of my arm. I stare at my dark ceiling, the green color looking completely black. I sigh, closing my eyes and rub my side with my free hand. I clench my eyes shut, digging my nails into my skin. pain, pain, pain. Once I feel my skin tear, I move my hand away. I let out a shaky breath as I sit up when I hear my phone vibrate. On my night stand, I see my phone light up with a picture of Stiles. I roll my eyes and reach over, pressing decline. He just doesn’t get it.  None of them do.

In the last pack meeting I attended, I had announced that I wanted nothing to do with the supernatural or the pack. To say they were shocked is an understatement. They were furious. The boys yelling, and the girls trying to get me to talk. I literally sat there, taking their bullshit until I had enough. Until Stiles yelled “I want an answer, god dammit!”. Angrily, I stood up and pushed at his chest, causing him to stumble back. “Because I don’t fit in! Everyone is connected to someone, somehow whether it be best friends, exes, or new lovers. And then there’s me! I’m literally not connected to anyone. I’m just here. So forgive me for wanting to leave and try to find friends who make me feel like I belong!” I replied to him angrily, smashing the glass candle on the table. It stung badly, but I didn’t lose my stance. Everyone stayed silent and suddenly I felt like a deer caught in headlights. All eyes on me. I look down and release a shaky breath, shaking my head. I head towards Scott’s front door, only to be stopped by Stiles gripping my forearm. “Y/N..” he begins, but I rip my arm out of his grip. “Don’t. I’ve made me decision and none of you can change that. Scott, thank you for accepting me into your pack. Thank you to all of you. I’ll always love you” I hold back the tears as my voice shakes, walking out the door for the last time.

That was three months ago.

I grip my bathroom sink tightly as I replay that night in my head. I look up at the mirror, staring at my reflection. The girl I once was, is gone.

My once vibrant brown hair, dull and lifeless.

My brown eyes, black and empty.

My face thinner, the bags under my eyes darker.

My body.  My fucking body. I was bones. I had stopped eating, I stopped sleeping. I stopped caring about myself. The scars on my wrist and thighs, bright red and evidence I was in a dark hole. I shook my head, laughing and punched the mirror. As I watch it shatter, i feel my self shatter with it. 3rd mirror this week. Great, now I have to buy a replacement. I turn on the cold water, letting it run for a bit before I put my bruised, bloody hand under the water. I hiss at the pain, clenching my teeth. Once the bleeding stops, I lean against the wall, slowly sliding down. I close my eyes and begin to sob. When will I have peace? Death. Death thoughts run through my head again. I rest my head against my knees and wrap my arms around my legs. Something I was never able to do before. I cry for what seems like eternity..

When I wake up, I’m lying on my bathroom floor.

Cold and confused. The memories of the night come rushing back and I nod to myself. Right. I stand up on shaky legs and turn on the warm water. I wash my face slowly and brush my teeth. I grab my makeup bag and dig around for my life lines. Foundation, concealer, eyeliner, and mascara. They all give off the allusion I’m alive still. Once my makeup is flawless, I head to my room to get dressed. I pick out black leggings, a baggy maroon sweater and black combat boots. I sigh, putting my hair up into a ponytail. On old routine, I check outside my window for the blue jeep I’ve been in countless times. Disappointment and relief wash over me when I see there is no sign. I disconnect my phone from its charger and shove it in my backpack. Time to put on a fake smile.

Beacon Hills High School felt more like a prison now more than ever. As I walk inside, I greet the people who wave at me and I put on a big grin, hoping they don’t see I’m dying. Someone makes a joke and I laugh, hoping that I blend in. They all giggle and we all head our separate ways to our lockers. On my way to mine, I pass Scott’s and Stiles lockers. They stand there, leaning against them and talk about whatever I assume has to do with the supernatural. Scott stops talking and turns to look at me. Stiles mirrors his actions and an emotion I cant pin point crosses his face. My heart flutters as I look at the boy I love. I smile shyly and wave at them before heading off. This was also the first time I was seeing them in three months. I had changed my schedule to avoid them, I took a different route to my locker, during lunch time I would go outside. I did everything to not run into any of them. I unlock my locker, pulling out the textbooks for the first half of the day. I hum some random tune, as I dig into my locker. Behind me, someone clears their throat and it causes me to jump. I turn around and put my heart over my chest. “What the hell Stiles! You scared the shit out of me” I exclaim, as I try to catch my breath and I look at his feet. He scratches the back of his neck and mumbles an apology. “How have you been? You look… different” he questions, shifting from one foot to another. I look up at him and huff, rolling my eyes. “I’ll take that as a complement. I’m doing great, thank you for asking. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class” I respond, shutting my locker and walking away. He grips my arm, just like three months ago. But this time, the slight pull he does causes me to stop dead in my tracks. I turn around to face him and he has a look of… sadness and concern on his face as he grips my arm tightly. “Can you please let go? You’re hurting me.” I whisper, unsure if he’ll hear me as I tug on my arm. But I know he heard me when he release my arm. “Y/N..” he whispers and I put my hand in front of his face. “Stiles, don’t. I already told you I don’t want anything to do with you guys. I love you guys, but I cant. I gotta go. See you around. Take care” I respond, my heart breaking for what felt like the millionth time this year. I quickly turn away, heading straight to my class. The first half of the day goes by in a blur. My brain only thinking of Stiles. Once the bell rings for lunch, I head to my locker to exchange my books. I head outside and I’m greeted with the cold, bitter wind. I smile and jog to the football field. I climb up one side of the bleachers and sit down, pulling out my phone. I check the missed calls, majority of them from Stiles. A couple of them are from Lydia and Scott. I delete the notification. The voicemails are from Scott. I sigh and delete those as well. All the texts seem to be from Lydia. Actually, one recent one is from Stiles. I chew on my bottom lip and shrug, opening the text message.

STILES: I can see right through you. You aren’t okay. I felt it.

I roll my eyes and delete the message. Just like I was deleting them of my life. Or at least trying. I toss my phone inside my backpack and close my eyes. Like out of a movie, I hear foot steps beside me and I feel someone sit down besides me. I sigh angrily, not caring to open my eyes to see who it is. “Wow, I see why you like eating here. It looks great when its unoccupied” Stiles announces, admiration rolling off his tongue. I hum, not wanting to communicate, knowing he’ll make me confess whats wrong. “What did you eat for lunch? Whatever it was, you ate it quickly because I was right behind you the whole way here.” he says curiously as he chews on something. I huff and sit up, opening my eyes to look at him annoyingly. “Sandwich. Why are you following me?” I question him as I scoot further away from him. He looks at me then my backpack as he chews his burger. “Where’s your sandwich baggie? I wasn’t following you, I like to come here as well” he lies with his mouthful as he struggles to swallow the food. I crack a small smile and shake my head. “Yeah, I bet you do. Since I’ve seen you here oh so many times. My sandwich bag is in my pocket.” I exclaim, pulling out a used looking sandwich bag. He inspects it as I hold it up and nods, finishing his food. I sigh and look away at the sky, thinking. “I miss you. We all do. Please come back” he whispers as he wipes his hand on his jeans, then places his hand on my knee. My breath hitches in my throat at the simple contact and my heart clenches. My heart is telling me to say yes and go back, but my mind is saying no and not to get attached again.. or more. I clear my throat and push his hand off my knee. I shift in my seat to face him directly. He looks at me with hopeful eyes as he stares into my soul. I sigh and look down at my hands. “We talked about this. My answer is no” I respond, playing with my fingers. He huffs and grabs my hands, replying “No. We haven’t talked about this. You decided on your own that you didn’t want to talk to us. You decided on your own to cut all communication. Whatever is going on, we can help you. I can help you get through it”. I roll my eyes and clench my hands in his. “There is nothing going on Stiles. Even if there was, I wouldn’t need your help. I can handle myself perfectly” I reply, angrily. He snorts and lets go of my hands, suddenly standing up and hovering over me. “You call the state your in, taking care of yourself?! Have you even looked in the mirror lately?! You look like fucking death. Don’t think the makeup fools me, because you know it never has. I can see your fucking bags under your eyes. I can feel your fucking bones when I grip your arm or your hands. You think I don’t feel the scars under your sweater?! Come on, Y/N! How fucking stupid do you think I am?!” Stiles voice quivers with anger and I can feel his blood boiling. His words only sting and make me feel less like I ever belonged with him. With them. I put my backpack on one shoulder and get up, standing in front of them. “Was that supposed to hurt? Because it didn’t. For your information, I have looked in the mirror. And you know what I see? I fucking see someone who is finally happy and feels like they actually fit in with everyone else. I’m not suffering, thinking “Oh, why don’t they trust me more?” or “I hope I get to sit next to Stiles or one of the girls”! I don’t spend my time, begging that one of you will pay attention to me! I’m not wearing makeup for YOU, im wearing makeup for myself! Because it makes me feel great. Stop being so selfish and think that everything is about you Stiles! As for my weight, that is none of your concern. I’m losing weight by eating right and exercising. The scars on my body are from my struggles! I don’t need you to remind me of them. Stop being an asshole and leave me alone for once!” I yell and I breathe heavily, digging my nails into my palms. He laughs, and he points at his chest, “I’m selfish?! IM selfish?! You were the one who left us! You left us without a choice if we wanted to be friends with you or not! You are the selfish one! You didn’t consider our feelings! You thought about yourself and how you felt oh so lonely! That wasn’t our fault you didn’t fit in! You were the one that closeted herself! Not us. So don’t blame it on us when you’re the selfish one. You’re pathetic!” he replies as he pokes at my chest. I grind my teeth against each other and spit out a “fuck you” as I turn around and walk down the bleachers. As I reach the bottom, I hear him huff and laugh as he shouts “That’s right! Run away like you always do! You know im right!”. I swallow the lump in my throat, and walk across the field quickly. Breathe in, breathe out. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. I exist through the school parking lot and head home. I cant deal with being in the same building as him. I quickly walk home, the sky looking as dark as my mind is right now. I can feel my phone vibrating in my backpack. I stop my walking, and pull out my phone. I stare at the screen as I see a photo of Scott. I roll my eyes and continue walking, shoving my phone in my back pocket. I hear the tires screeching of a motorcycle and I groan, looking up at the sky. Why cant I just walk home in peace?!  The roaring of the motorcycle becomes close until its right beside me. I clench my fist again, ignoring Scott. He yells my name as I keep walking. He growls and speeds up in front of me. Stopping the motorcycle on the sidewalk in front of me, he climbs off and grips my shoulders. “Can you stop acting like I’m not here?! I need to talk to you Y/N!” Scott growls as he stares at me, holding me in place. I scream and he lets go instantly. “Can everyone stop fucking touching me?! I’m not a fucking dog that anyone can touch and pet! Why cant you people just leave me alone! I’m trying to be happy but I cant if you guys keep bothering me!” I shout angrily. And on cue, like a movie, it begins to rain. I groan and push past him, continuing to walk home as I pull my hoodie over my head. Scott growls his alpha growl and I stop dead in my tracks. “Y/N. You will listen to what I have to say! You will stand there until I have finished and decided its okay for  you to leave! Understood?” he spits out, turning me around. I huff and sigh, nodding. He calms down, claws and fangs hidden again. “Stiles told me what happened between you two in the bleachers. He said if I got you to listen, to tell you that he’s sorry and didn’t mean it,” he begins and I flinch at the mention of Stiles and I know Scott sees me flinch. “He didn’t tell me exactly what he said, but whatever he said, it wasn’t true. None of what he said is true, you hear me? Stiles is just.. upset over the fact you aren’t in the pack and that you’re ignoring us. He took it the hardest. Constantly blaming himself. He isn’t doing so good. Well he wasn’t. But Stiles is better now. Thanks to Lydia. She got him to feel better, and he doesn’t blame himself anymore. Malia is angry at the fact you didn’t tell her what was going on with you, but her and the rest of us finally realized that you were right. We didn’t include you in everything. We didn’t treat you like we treated the rest of us. And we are all very sorry for it. I didn’t notice what was going on with the rest of my friends. I didn’t notice we were being unkind. So as an alpha and a friend, I want to ask you for forgiveness. And I want to ask you to come back. On behalf of all of us” he says, tenderly with raw emotion and love. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and hug him tightly. Scott wraps his arms around me tightly and whispers apologies and I loves you in my ear. I begin to sob and I think about the mess I have created. I pull away and wipe my eyes, and smile at Scott. He smiles sweetly at me and rubs my cheek. “I love you guys. So much. You will always be the best people I have ever met. I’m grateful for you all. I forgive you all. I could never stay angry at you guys. But I meant what I said Scott. I need some time to find people who I’ll fit in with right away. Its not fair that all of sudden, you guys FINALLY realize you were unfair to me. You guys should have noticed before I decided to leave. But did you? No. none of you did. Yet I still forgive you. I’m sorry but I’m not coming back. At least not right now. Maybe one day. Of course, if you guys text me or see me somewhere I’ll say hi. But that’s about it. I’m really sorry Scott.” I whisper as I reach up and cup his cheek with my hand. I watch as his heart breaks and he tears up, letting his tears run down his cheeks. He clears his throat and nods, hugging me once again. I hug him tightly, knowing this will be the last hug I’ll give him. We pull away and we walk towards his motorcycle. “Can I at least take you home? Its pouring really hard and I don’t want you to get sick” Scott begs as he gets on his bike. I smile softly and nod. I get on behind him, putting on my helmet and wrap my arms around his torso. Good thing he has wolf vision.

10 minutes later, we arrive at my house. I climb off his bike, and he follows afterwards.

“I just want to tell you that you are the most caring person and the most lovable person I have ever met. You are such a good, beautiful young woman. Don’t ever let anyone say otherwise. I love you and I’ll see you around some time, Y/N.” Scott replies proudly and sadly as he kisses my cheek and gets back on his motorcycle, driving away. I let the tears run down my cheeks and I let the loudest sob come out of my chest. I debate if I should go inside or go apologize to Stiles properly. I shift from foot to foot, until I decide to walk over to his house. I throw my backpack on the porch, and quickly start to walk to his house. Shivering, I arrive at his house after 20 minutes of walking. I see Roscoe parked on his driveway, indicating he’s home. I curse mentally, nervous as to what im going to say to the boy I love. I walk up to the front door, about to knock when I think against it. I stare at my fist that was about to knock and put it down. I bite my lip anxiously and decided to go through the back of the house and climb the tree to his window to surprise him. Once I get to the top and am next to his window, I peek inside. I see him pacing back and forth and yelling at someone else in the room. He pulls off his flannel and throws it across the room. I giggle at him throwing it. He stops what he’s doing and sits down on his computer chair, closing his eyes. Then I see someone else get up. And of course, its Lydia. Why aren’t I surprised. I huff and roll my eyes, watching the scene play out. She walks over to him, shaking her head as I presume she talks to him. Shes standing in front of him, hands on her hips. He looks at her and continues yelling. Eventually, he puts his head in his hands, leaning forward. She pushes him flat against the chair and climbs on his lap. My breath hitches and my heart stops beating. I watch him as he puts his hands on her hips, and they lean forward.. and they kiss. I look away, closing my eyes. I clench my teeth and I look again, only to see them undressing. I huff and slowly climb down the tree. So that’s how shes helping him. I should’ve known. I jump down from the tree, at a height I know wont hurt. I walk through the front yard, freezing when Sheriff Stilinski appears in front of me. He looks at me, surprised and puzzled. “Y/N? I haven’t seen you in forever kid! How are you? Where have you been?” he exclaims happily and all I can do is smile painfully. “Hey Sheriff. I’ve been okay. How about yourself? Still working double shifts? And I’ve been trying to focus on school and such” I reply with as much happiness as I can fake. He smiles widely, walking to the front door. “Well come on in! All three of us can catch up. I know Stiles misses you. Plus, I don’t want you to get sick!” he motions me inside and I shake my head. “I actually just came by to say hi to Stiles quickly. But he wasn’t answering his phone or the door. He must be asleep. Thank you for the invite, but I must go home now. See you around Sheriff.” I reply quickly as the tears threaten to come out. I quickly walk away, despite him shouting my name.

Brooklyn Boys: Part Two

Part One


deep within the streets of Brooklyn, a girl discovers her love for her hometown pastry shop. Growing up she never had much to call her own, but there was something that stayed constant in her life - Her Brooklyn Boys. In the years passing, the three living their lives within the streets of New York - they always keep in touch. With a dream to open her own shop, Bucky and Steve follow her steps into a new Chapter - however, that is until one late night incident happens. With the question between Love and friendship - which Brooklyn Boy will she chose?


Word Count: 3,863

Slight cursing, heated moment, Humor, tension

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Maybe Someday

A Kwon Jiyong Story

Summary: She was a rose, and he was the darkness that should have killed it…but when a rose is made of enough light to penetrate even the deepest darkness, sometimes the two are able to become one…

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Chapter 3

‘I cant believe our comeback is only two weeks away, im so excited!’ Jinnie exclaims as the 4 of you walk into the recording studio later that day, every muscle in your bodies aching, but smiles stretching your faces despite yourselves as you all chatter about how excited you were.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life- except for debut, of course!’ Jaemin states as she flops down on the sofa, getting moaned at immediately by Chaehyeon who pushes her legs off before settling happily beside her. As they all continue to chatter about the upcoming comeback, you focus on setting up the mixing desk and sound equipment, knowing the session would be more about listening and perfecting the tracks with mixers and synths, but also being far too aware that Jiyong would more than likely ask for do-overs of some sound bites at some point, given his perfectionist personality.

However, despite your internal moaning about him, the thought of being able to see Jiyong soon had your heart beating double time in your chest and a smile lingering on your lips, your moment with him earlier having replayed over and over in your mind all day. And despite the fact you’d continued to worry that someone might discover the hickies you’d littered down his neck in your enthusiasm, you also couldn’t help but crave seeing him after the solemn way you’d left each other, a need having arisen in you to check that everything was still okay.

‘Wah! Why do I get nervous every time Jiyong comes to help us out? You’d think we’d be used to him by now.’ Jinnie states, the point making you grin secretly to yourself before Chaehyeon pipes up.

‘I mean, you might be nervous, but I for one, am always happy to see him; he’s so easy going and nice.’

Despite the words simply being friendly and praising of your boyfriend, you couldn’t help the possessiveness that suddenly rises in you over someone else compliment Jiyong on his personality, especially with Chaehyeon being so close to you, and in turn knowing Jiyong well enough to speak to him as a senior friend.

Ever since the two of you had become a thing, you’d told Jiyong you’d wanted to hide it from everyone, at first being too scared that it would only be temporary and not wanting to end up being the fool who’d been seduced by the global star, but after the two of you had become serious and you’d realized he really did like you, you’d become nervous about it being ruined. And so even though Jiyong continued to state how much he wanted to tell everyone that you were his and he was yours, he knew that you weren’t ready, ending in you constantly feeling guilty with the amount of sneaking around you had to do.

‘Good Evening, girls.’

His sudden greeting startles you out of your thoughts enough to have you glancing over at him as he swings through the door, seeming in a much better mood than he had been earlier, and you suspect he might have downed a few coffees since then with the way he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he made his way over to you with the other girls greeting him in high pitched voices as he approached.

‘Is everything set up?’ he asks as he comes to stand beside you, angling his body slightly so that you were hidden from the others and allowing himself to smile warmly down at you as he winks to say hello, his secret greeting to you making you smile up at him, before remembering where you are and turning back to the computer with a slight shake of your head.

‘We only got here a few minutes before you did, so it needs a few minutes to warm up.’ You explain, feeling him lean over the chair and settle his hand on the desk for balance as his eyes rake over the screen, the move causing your heart to jump excitedly at the proximity, before you catch his smirk out of the corner of your eye where he’d seen you grip the mouse just a little bit tighter due to him being so close to you.

‘Ah, does that mean the choreographer has been working you guys to the bone again?’ he asks, an edge of minor annoyance to his voice, so subtle that probably only you could detect it…

…but then again you might have also known by the way he was gripping your forearm as he turned to address the question to the others, his body keeping the action hidden from sight as he tried to offer you some comfort.

He really did!

‘We’ve been dancing for the past 6 hours-‘

‘But our comeback is only two weeks away so its okay-‘

‘Jinnie stop sucking up, I have blisters all over my feet!’

His chuckle in response to their comments as he proceeds to tell them an anecdote from the old BIGBANG days goes over your head as you continuously glance at his hand on your arm as you set up the computer system, ending up timidly reaching over to touch your fingertips to the back of his hand, but immediately recoiling when you hear a slightly too long pause in his story.

‘Anyway, enough of reminiscing, are we all set up yet?’ he asks, suddenly turning away from the others and you can see their faces showing confusion at his sudden finish where they were reflected in the mirrored walls, the sight making you refocus back on the job at hand as his hand falls away.

‘Yeah.’ You mutter quietly, not daring to look at Jiyong as you stand from your chair and move out of the way for him to sit down, the sudden move causing Jiyong to struggle not to watch after you, wishing he hadn’t reacted so obviously to you almost openly touching him.

‘Right…lets see what we have…‘

‘What about changing that bit to make it higher?-‘

‘Maybe…I was thinking upping the tempo of the bit under it to make it seem faster and more punchy-‘

‘Oooh, yeah, cause then it would balance out this bit as well.’

You don’t realize you’re still nodding at his suggestion until a quiet chuckle escapes him and the sound has you glancing over to see what was so funny…only to find him staring at you.

‘What?’ you ask, smiling at him as you watch each other before his hand slowly reaching for your own has your eyes blowing wide as you snatch your hand out of his reach.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask quietly, bewildered by his suddenly bold move with the others still in the room, but he simply frowns back at you before the expression slips into a smirk.

‘Baby…Its just you and me. Jinnie and Chaehyun have gone to nap in the cosy room, and Jaemin said she was going to work out in the gym downstairs.’ He says, his explanation having you turning to look around the room where you’d pulled a chair up next to him pretty soon into the session, and as your eyes graze the room you realize he was right.


‘Actually, since we are alone…I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight.’ He murmurs shyly as his hand finds yours once again, this time being successful in interlinking your fingers where you were so caught off guard by his question- as well as where you desperately wanted to touch him after being without him all day.

‘*snicker* …Baby?’

You hadn’t realized you were staring at him dumbfoundedly until he smirked over at you and reached up to touch your chin, helping you to close your mouth where it had dropped open slightly with the unexpected question.

‘You don’t have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I just thought-‘

‘No!…Wait, I mean, yes! I just…-you took me by surprise is all.’ You trail off in a murmur, chewing on your lip as you feel that all too familiar smile stretch your mouth that only he seemed to pull from you, ducking your head to hide the expression, but before you could recover he’s suddenly leant down and quickly swooped his way in to touch his lips to yours. 

His mouth feels just as good as it always did, the plump softness of his lips making you want him to continue kissing you forever, but far too soon he’s pulling back slightly, sucking his lips into his mouth as he continues to stare at your lips, before he sighs and smiles.

‘Sorry…I couldn’t help myself.’ He mumbles quietly, lips quirking with a bigger smile, before he pulls back and reclines fully in his chair, eyes remaining on you as his thumb strokes over the back of your hand, the action meaning to calm you, but only having your heart racing more.

‘So, are you sure-‘

‘Definitely…But we really should try to finish this song.’ You murmur in answer to his unfinished question, ending on a sigh as you glance back at the screen and getting taken aback once more when he suddenly darts forward to kiss your cheek excitedly, but by the time you turn your head to look at him in surprise, he was already leant toward the monitor once more and was clicking quickly away at the program with a grin.

‘Im on it.’


Westallen Wedding Week: Day 7 (After the Wedding)

Barry had meant to wake up early. He had meant to make a big breakfast, or rather go get a big breakfast (since they were currently staying in a hotel), but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. The clock on the nightstand next to the bed read just a little after 10. He was a little hungry, but he couldn’t take his off of his wife.

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Iris was his wife. He couldn’t believe it. He had been through so much trauma, so much heart break. But he didn’t feel any of that, not at this moment. Looking at his wife, Iris West-Allen, he felt utterly and whole-heartedly complete.

“Hey there you,” Iris said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Good morning,” he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. “How’d you sleep?”

“Great, how about you?” Iris asked, kissing him again.

“Good,” Barry gave her a cheeky smile. “Last night was amazing.”

Iris couldn’t help but smile, “I agree.”

It was their first night together as a married couple. And while the lovemaking was, for lack of a better word, mind blowing. It was the tender moments afterwards that she kept replaying over and over again in her mind.

The soft “I love yous”, the gentle kisses, the laughs, the smiles, the stares, the touching, God the touching. How Barry’s hands never left her body, how his hands travelled up and down her arm, and onto her shoulder, and down her back. The way she couldn’t catch her breath through all the overwhelming feelings her husband were eliciting from her.

Her husband. Barry Allen was her husband.

She wanted to squeal at the thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Barry asked her softly, looking at her adoringly.

Iris looked up at him, she couldn’t hide her giddiness.

“We’re married,” she all but whispered.

Barry laughed, and Iris melted at the sound.

“Yes we are.”

“You’re my husband,” Iris smiled, tracing the outline of his face with her fingertips.

“And you’re my wife,” Barry was starstruck.

A few seconds passed between them. Each of them lost in the thought of each other. Finally, Barry broke the silence.

“What do you want to do today, Mrs. West-Allen?”

Iris didn’t get a chance to answer, though, due to the sound of Barry’s stomach growling.

She laughed, “Well first, let’s get some food in you. Then, I wouldn’t object to laying in bed all day.”

“Whatever you wish,” Barry said, closing the small space between them and pressing another kiss to her lips.

morning drive

Fandom: Skam
Ship: Noora x William
Summary: Noora and William on their way to Nissen. Set during 4x09.

For the anon who requested this! Thank you so, so much for the insanely kind message <3

“I can’t believe we’re driving to Nissen in this car again.”

Brushing her fingers across the familiar leather of William’s Porsche, Noora rests her ponytail—well, what remains of her ponytail after the ten entirely unplanned minutes William spent kissing her by the passenger door—against the window and watches her boyfriend pull onto the road, his grey hood cloaking his head and his dark hair falling into his eyes. The Oslo sun beams around them, all lightness and chirping birds and other late springtime clichés.

It could almost be a flashback, if it weren’t even better than any of the memories she’s spent the last eight months replaying on loop.

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(Hey look a picture that’s totally not just to get people’s attention haha wow)

OKAY SO- A BUNCH of people have asked Neon (@neon–nightmare) and I to make this roleplay public for reading! So we finally decided to do it!

THIS IS THE ROLEPLAY FOR THE FIRST TIME WALLIS GLOOM AND FRESH MET FACE TO FACE IN THE GV DISCORD RP. And not…. Face to mouth? Uh. First time they met and interacted in separate bodies. Yep.


- Wallis and Fresh have been at this for months, so there’s a LOT OF TENSION AND FEAR. Wallis has been possessed twice before, and in that time, got a look into Fresh’s own headspace- He’s a stubborn asshole, so he pressed at things, and Fresh let slip that he had lost someone very close to him.

-Fresh wants Wallis GONE because he won’t give up and keeps challenging his fragile worldview.   Wallis is stuck between wanting to be free of the parasite’s near constant harassment, and wanting to HELP because he can tell how much Fresh is truly suffering. He feels as though a compromise would be getting him to leave, BY helping.

-Wallis and Purple are actually back together in this rp! It took like 4 months of near constant rp, but we got there! At the point in time that this RP took place, Wallis was staying at Purple’s house recovering from the second possession. He’s… Pretty badly injured.

-Cake had also stolen his hat about a week or so prior, so he was totally defenseless! Geez, please help him…


-None of this is CANON!! This is just a RP between fans!! Fresh and Wallis belong to CQ, we just love them. A lot. Though we try to be as IC as possible, nothing that happened here is actually official canon!!

- This rp treats the events of the ‘loveball/time party’ (a rping event from a year or so ago that can be found in parts on @bestfresh90smess) as canon to Fresh’s character! This is for the sake of development, and to help give context to some of the emotional problems he’s currently having that have carried on from there! ‘Pacifrisk’ was Fresh’s only true friend that he met at the Loveball and slowly grew to care about, but right when he was coming to terms with that (and wanting to protect them even when it had no benefit to him, something he couldn’t comprehend) they were killed despite his protests.

-There’s a lot more drama and context surrounding this, so some things may not make sense!! We’ve tried to make it as concise as possible, though!

-THIS RP HAPPENED IN THE GLOOMVERSE ROLEPLAY DISCORD!! It’s applicant based only, but if you’d like to send in a form you can do so at @gloomversediscord !! OCs are welcome, too!!

So, yep! Please enjoy, and be nice!! :D


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it’s the big, scary word people want to avoid and pretend it doesn’t exist because it’s not happening to them.
I am an addict, and I am over four years clean & sober. More than that, I am a human. The amount of judgment towards an addict constantly breaks my heart. And I can’t be mad about it. You are blessed that you don’t know what a sick disease this really is and that you’ve never had to grieve someone who is still alive. I pray you never do. But if you think for one second, that they chose this life and they must want it because they wont stop you are sadly, sadly mistaken. Nobody wanted this. Nobody wanted to be prostituting to get their next fix, nobody wanted to end up hospitalized for malnutrion, nobody wanted to wear long sleeve shirts to hide their scars in the middle of summer. Please, be mindful that as a child I never grew up wanting to be a drug addict. It never started like that. And for people who at this point usually say “Well you should have never started, drugs are bad, it was your choice to pick that drink up” I was 12. Came from a broken, abusive family and had no idea what path drugs and alcohol would take me on. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be a hurt, little girl anymore. So I take a drink and fuck it made me feel good, I’m not feeling any pain. Thats where it began and where it begins for many, and being an addict does not mean it is an excuse I take full responsibility. I don’t expect you to think because I had a shitty childhood that justified the next 6 years of drug and alcohol use. What I want you to know is that it didn’t begin as a choice. Something in my brain changed the night I drank and I realized this was a way to escape the reality that was my life. I never thought I’d lose control. I thought I could handle it and I wouldn’t take it that far. But, unfortunately addiction does not discriminate. Addiction affects everyone. You think its not going to happen to you, until it does. Or your kid, or your parent, or your neighbour. Addiction doesn’t care if you grew up surrounded by love, addiction doesn’t care if you are fifty years old. It has one goal & that is to kill you. But it was never supposed to be this way. So when you think to what an addict is; just know that it isnt a choice, its not as simple as saying no. Its powerlessness. Over and over again. The addict is even more confused than you as to why they cant stop. They hate themselves more than you hate them. They promise each morning after they will stop, and are just as confused as to how they got drunk again within hours. Please take the time to learn about addiction. These people are us. These people are you. Before they are addicts, before they are prostitutes, before they are homeless, they are PEOPLE. Why is that we are so quick to sign a cast for a arm that has been hurt but everyone turns in shame from a brain that is hurt? It is a mental illness. It is not a choice. But let me be clear, it is not my excuse. It is my responsibility. I’m not looking for pity, I am in search of compassion and the human decency to recognize that addicts are people who are no longer in control. If you havent had your life touched by addiction, I truly hope you never do but this does not excuse your responsibility to break the stigma. If you have had your life touched by addiction I am sorry, addiction does not justify someones actions and you too have a right to feel broken. I am sorry if you are the sibling who doesnt get attention because your parents are fighting about what to do with your brother, I am sorry if you are the mother who is replaying her daughters funeral over again in your head, I am sorry if you are the son who comes home everyday to his dad passed out drunk. The addict hurts and everyone in the addicts life hurts too. I see you too. This fight is for you too. If you are the addict, I will keep carrying this message that there is RECOVERY from addiction. Any form of addiction. And you are not your disease. I was broken, hopeless and wanted to die at the age of 17. Today I have a job, a condo, a long term relationship, friends, pets & family. If you are anything like me you are probably saying in your head “Thats really fucking nice, but its never going to happen for me.” and thats okay. I would have never believed it either. But I hope that you know I do truly mean you are worth so much more than the isolating existence your addiction wants for you. I see you. The real you. Beneath all the demons.
So for all of you addicts out there, remember that rock bottom is where you stop digging. Dont be ashamed to ask for help. I used to believe that admitting I had no control was pathetic. It truly was the bravest thing I have ever done, and through surrendering have I found a life that I dont need to escape from.
Lets break the stigma that addicts are weak for this is the biggest lie. Addicts are the strongest people I know. They live in a world where not only is their head fighting them everyday, but this stigma is too. Addicts are not weak. I am not weak. My journey is one of strength and courage.
I sincerely ask from the bottom of my heart that you fight this battle of addiction with us, not against us. This is for the addicts and this is for the broken families/friends of the addicts. I hope we can one day live in a world where there is no shame in asking for help.
If anyone ever needs anything, don’t hesitate to send me a message. I promise you to meet you with love ❤️

Don’t (Carl grimes) TRIGGER WARNING!!

I sat at the window staring out at the sunrise day 4 no sleep No food And no happiness I couldn’t stop thinking about my parents or my siblings or even yet sasha,Abraham,Glenn,Spencer and Olivia They all died in the hands of Negan and the saviors “Babe”I hear carl say groggily I turn around his is sitting up half asleep “Why are you up so early?”He asks “I never went to sleep”I mutter “Again Baby come here”He says gently I stand up and climb into bed with him He holds me close “Just relax baby girl And Go to sleep”He coos “Carl I can’t Im not tired”I say “Clover thats bullshit you haven’t slept in 4 days you are tired”He says He kisses my head and runs his fingers through my hair “Just go to sleep baby girl”He says I close my eyes I pretend to be asleep until Carl gets out of bed to go work with his dad I get out of bed and I sit at he edge of the bed Everything replays in my mind over and over again People who I care about dying Carl getting shot Sasha dying Then I snap I place my nails on my wrist and I claw at it I begin to sob My heart beating out of my chest “I cant do it anymore”I cry I walk into Carl and I’s bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror I look like a monster the dark circles under my eyes my bloodshot eyes from no sleep my cheek stained with tears I know what I have to do to make everyone happy to end the nightmares..I just have to join My family I just have to end it all

I stood there staring at the bathtub filled with water I look back at the razor blade I stepped in I had a belt wrapped around my neck I hung it on the faucet so when I turned I wouldn’t hurt anyone I left a note downstairs saying

Dear whoever finds this if you hear groaning upstairs congrats you don’t have to deal with me anymore you have one less mouth to feed but if you don’t hear groaning upstairs just wait for it Don’t save me. Its what I want its what needs to happen-Clover 

I placed the razor blade on my wrist and I made 9 cuts on my Wrist I let out a yelp at the pain for the razor one cut for each of the people I have lost The blood turned the water red I heard the front door close I let my tears fall and I dove under the water the belt holding me in places blood poured from my wrist My lungs tightened as I hear a bang on the door “Clover! Clover! Open the door! Clover don’t do this!”I hear rick yell “Clover! Don’t do this! Open the door!”I hear michonne cry My lungs burn and heart slows down then the moment before my sufferings end The door hits the wall I feel someone grab me and pull me above water I gasp My vision blurs my eye lids fall heavy And I drift off into who ever knows my fate

(No POV)

Rick Grabbed a towel and tied it around Clover’s wrist “Chonne! Get Tara!”Rick yells Michonne rushes out of the house He picks Clover up bridal style Her body limp “Come on Clover”He says He rushes out of the house and down the streets to The infirmary he rushes inside once tara sees him she rushes to get clover hooked to a IV Rick places her on a bed And tara hooks her to a IV “What happened?!”Tara asks as she checks her heart beat and pulse “I ran into the bathroom and she was under the water her wrist slit”Rick says Then The door opens “Oh my god!”Carl says He rushes by her side He cups her cheek with his hand “Her hear rate is slowing down”Tara says she begins to give her CPR “please save her tara”Carl pleads Rosita rushes in “Rosita I’m gonna need you to-” “Already on it”Rosita says rosita grabs the supplies and begins to stitch up her wrist Carl runs his fingers through Clover’s hair “Come on baby girl”He says 

tara steps back from clover “Her heart rate is normal We just have to wait”Tara says Rick nods 

(3 hours later)

Clover slowly opens her eyes “hey Clover”Carl says gently “I told you not to save me”She whispers “Baby We need you..I need you”Carl says Her lip quivers and tears fall down her cheeks “I cant do it anymore carl I cant the nightmares just keep coming back nothing helps”She cries weakly “Please..its what I want”She says Carl looks at his dad “I cant baby girl I cant lose you.”Carl says tears spilling from his eye “Ill tell you what 1 week one more week and If your not happy and want to go you can But If you wanna stay you can”Carl says clover nods slowly “Ok”Carl says 

1 day later

Clover’s POV

Carl and I kissed hungrily and roughly He cupped the back of my head and I wrapped my arms around his neck “My beautiful girl”He says I smile “Your smile Is so beautiful”He says We bother smile together He pulls me into his lap “Im sorry”I say “Don’t be baby girl I know its hard”Carl coos “I wanna be here with you..I wanna fight Negan”I say He smiles “Ok”He kisses my forehead I bury my head in the crook of his neck “Im tired”I say “Go to sleep Ill tuck you when you do”He says I chuckle “Ok”I say I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Bite (Part 4)

Jungkook x Taehyung x Reader
Vampire Smut Au
Word Count: 3,153

Part 4 is more of a plot building chapter so there isn’t any smut or sexiness, just a lot of mystery and tension. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (No Vkook) | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 |
Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |

My heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst from my chest. My breathing matched the impossible pace and the pain? Oh, the pain. It felt like fire was burning away at my veins, disintegrating them into nothing, but when I looked down, my skin was smooth and unblemished; Normal. No bubbling, no melting off the bone, no flames. The searing sensation traveled up to my chest and it became more intense than I could handle. As it reached my heart, I screamed out loud into the empty night air, a chilling sound that I had never made before. My heart felt like a slab of meat on a flaming grill, sizzling and burning to a crisp. All at once an intense pressure hit me in the chest like someone had punched me right in the heart, and I stopped screaming. All my senses began to fade out as I slipped into unconsciousness, the echo of my agony ringing in my ears from a distance.

When I came to all I felt was a hunger. No, a thirst? It burned differently than The Change had. It was like a nagging itch on my skin, in my veins, in the back of my throat. It was a slow burn that grew more intense the closer I became to what I wanted, needed. My feet were stepping across the cold floor before I realized I had sat up off the bed. My reflection stared at me as I passed a mirror mounted on the wall. Pale skin, black hair and eyes, blood red lips. Blood! Blood, blood, blood. My mind was obsessed with that word. My instincts led me to the next room where a figure lay on a bed, surrounded by covers. I was at the bed in second, deeply breathing in the scent of her. Dark curtains of hair surrounded her head like a dark halo. Her skin was stained white by the moonlight filtering in through the window but all I could see was red. Shades of red everywhere. The blush of her cheek, the stain of her lips, the veins beneath her skin that carried what plagued my every thought. Her eyes fluttered open as my form hovered over her and she startled.

“Jungkook-Ah! You scared me! W-What are you doing?”

Her voice came out in loud whispers, her heart beating strongly against her chest. I was on top of her now, my face close to hers as my hands slowly grasped her, our fingers weaved together. She gasped as I nuzzled against her neck, so dangerously close to relief.


My name was laced with pleasure as it floated from her mouth in a sweet whisper just for me. My hands tightened on hers and my body trapped her below mine, unable to move and I sucked on her neck, the hunger growing so strong. Her moans only fueled my lusts and I moved her hands above her head, crushing her wrists in one of my large hands.

“Ju-Jungkook, you’re hurting me. Jungkook?”

I ignored her words already lost and too far gone to care anymore. My free hand pushed her head harshly to the side so I had easy access to the smooth, pale skin.


Her panic excited a primal part inside me, it awakened the Blood Lust and all I could do was Bite. I bit down and drank until her screams faded and her body ran cold, until her struggling limbs twitched and then stilled completely. My sanity didn’t return until half her blood was soaked into both our night clothes and her eyes stared out, lifeless and empty.

It was my turn to panic, fear and disgust bubbling up my throat until I vomited the other half of her blood all over us. Salty tears filled my mouth as I wailed a broken cry and clutched at my loves dead body, hoping that there was some way to revive her, that this was just a bad, horrible nightmare. But no matter how much I shook her shoulders or how loud I screamed for her to come back, the only thing that answered back was silence.

I awoke with a start, my heart and breath fast like I had just run a mile. The covers were hot and suffocating against my clammy skin and I felt like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen even though I was breathing heavily. The face in front of me was the same from the dream, albeit peaceful and blank from sleep, but still the same. My face, no, his face. Jungkook’s. The dream was so real. I could still feel my heart breaking and spilling agony into every part of my being. The taste of blood still lingered on my tongue.

What had I just witnessed? The whispered words of their secret conversation from last night re-entered my mind in a haze.

I haven’t lost control like that since…. I was turned…

I reached my fingers up to his face and lightly brushed the pads across his cheek bone. I don’t think my heart has ever felt so much pain for another person than it did in that moment, for I’m sure what I dreamt was in fact, somehow, a memory of Jungkook’s.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes shot open and his hand was crushing mine, his fangs extended as he stared at me with an intense, scary expression.

“Ow, Jungkook… You’re hurting me.” I murmured, fear prickling at the back of my mind for the first time.

He gasped in a shaky breath and his eyes closed shut tight as if he had been blinded by some bright light and his grasp on me loosened but he didn’t let go. He brought my fingers to his lips and held them there, whispering apologies into them.

“Im sorry, (Y/N), I never meant to hurt you.”

His voice was so full of remorse for something so small as having too tight of a grip, it unsettled me.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. It’s my fault, I startled you…”

He sighed and relaxed his tense body, just looking into my eyes as we laid there, and I couldn’t help myself. I had the overwhelming urge to be closer to him, but Tae’s arms were still wrapped around me, preventing me from moving.

“Come closer to me…”

He hesitated but scooted his body close enough for me to wrap my legs with his and throw and arm over his torso, completely sandwiching me between him and Taehyung. It was then that I noticed the material of his long shirt covering my naked body. I looked down at the black cotton and back at his matching eyes.

“Did you dress me?”

“Oh,..yeah. I thought you might be embarrassed if you were naked when you woke up.”

I smiled at how cut and sweet the gesture was, that familiar warmth blooming in my chest.

“YAH! You two are being so loud! Can’t you let a Vampyre sleep already??!” Yelled Taehyung.

His tone held a playful edge to it and his hands began to wiggle at my sides, and I began convulsing and laughing hysterically from the sudden tickle attack.

“OMG TAE –Laugh- STOP –Laugh- I CANT –Laugh- BREATHE!!”

My body was bouncing and my limbs hit and kicked out at the air as both of the boys giggled at my exuberant reaction and pounced on me, their hands working on me until I was screaming and laughing so hard I began to choke. To say I was very ticklish was an understatement. Tickling, in my case, feels like torture but for some reason I can’t do anything but laugh.

“Woah, woah, woah now, don’t go dyeing on us. Unless you want to become a Vampyre…” said Taehyung playfully.

They had both ceased their torture and I laid there on the bed, a heaving, huffing mess, cheeks flushed and hot.

“Hyung!” Jungkook warned sharply.

His face dropped from a smile and became stony and serious at Taehyungs words and his eyes were trying to speak to the other in a silent plea. I looked from Jungkook to Tae and saw the tension between them.

“Why… why would I turn into a Vampyre?” I asked cautiously.

Just then a knock sounded and the door to the room opened and Jazmin stuck her head through the door with her hands covering her face.

“Heyyyy…” she said in an apologetic voice. “Im sorry to interrupt but, me and (Y/N) need to get back home soon. Are you ready to go (Y/N)?”

“YAH! Let (Y/N) go, quit hogging her, she has a life to get back to.”

The voice that yelled out was a males and I didn’t recognize it. It was higher pitched and smooth, dare I say, angelic?

“Besides, Im bored and I want to play with you guys.”

“Oh my god, Jimin, go away will you?!” said Jazmin in an annoyed voice.

“Oh My God, Jimin Go AWAAYYY!” The male voice mocked in a higher tone.

Their squabbling amused me and I chuckled to myself.

“Jazmin, I’ll come out in a little bit just give me some time.” I called out.

“Hurry, or else Jimin will just annoy me the whole time, okay?” she began to close the door and I could hear the boy named Jimin speak again in a teasing voice before it shut completely.

“Aww, you know you love me….”

HemCorp provided us with a free ride home and I thanked whatever God that existed for it. There was no way I would have been able to walk home with how sore I was and the tiredness that clung to me like static. Our ride was short and quiet, both Jazmin and I lost in our own worlds. I replayed my departure over and over in my head.

The boys handed me all my various articles of clothing and Jungkook sheepishly held up my torn pair of underwear. Those were no use anymore. I threw my clothes back on and tried to tame my messy hair into a ponytail but had no success; my fingers just tangled and created even more knots in my hair. Taehyung chuckled as he walked up behind me and easily twisted my hair into a knot and secured it with the hair tie around his wrist.  After he finished his hands smoothed down my neck and lingered heavily on my shoulders, kneading my sore muscles tenderly as his lips ghosted over my exposed skin.

“Promise you’ll come see us again (Y/N).” he said quietly at my ear.

His arms dropped down and wound around me in a back hug and I relaxed into his form, eyes closing and lips curling into a smile as his warmth and scent surrounded me.

“Of course…” I said, almost in a daze.

I twisted in his grip and wrapped my arms around his back just like his were on me, and let him kiss me sweetly. Unlike our other kisses, this one wasn’t white hot or full of tongue but rather like a crackling fireplace on a cold, winter day. Comforting and happy, and still very addicting.

“Noona-aaa, I want a hug.” Jungkook pouted in mock jealousy, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

I immediately broke from Tae to give Jungkook a tight hug that he returned with just as much vigor and then gave me a soft peck on the lips and then another on my forehead that made me melt on the inside and not want to let go of him. As they walked me to the door toward an impatient Jazmin, I turned round and drank in every last detail about them that I could. The shape of Jungkook’s lips and the deep color of his eyes when they looked at me, Taehyungs tiny freckle on the tip of his nose and how one eye had a crease while the other didn’t.

“Remember what I said, Love, don’t get hurt, or else I’ll have to kick you in the butt next time I see you.”

“I won’t. Bye…” I said, still confused on why I needed to be extra careful.

“Bye (Y/N).” Jungkook’s voice almost had a sad note to it that made me want to run back up to him and never leave, but I controlled myself and let the door click shut in front of me.

“FINALLY! Jimin has been nagging me the whole time! What took so long!” exclaimed Jazmin.

“They were probably getting it on again. Am I right?? Oh, By the way, I’m Jimin, it’s nice to meet such a beautiful lady. I think we saw each other last night, right?”

Jimin took my hand in his and bowed while kissing it like we were in a different century, which made me blush furiously and slip my hand from his shyly. His face broke into a sexy smirk that made the hair on my body prick up. It was the same boy with faded orange hair that I had glanced at while Seulgi had walked us to our rooms the night before. He was… beautiful isn’t a good enough word to use, more like godly, if I do say so myself. Expressive eyes, plump, kissable lips, muscles. He was super attractive even if he wasn’t as tall as Jungkook or Tae; He was about level height with me. Even the way he moved was undeniably seductive. The way he walked with a confident, lazy stride, every time he ran his hand through his hair (which was often) I felt my skin light on fire and he seemed to have a habit of darting his tongue out to wet his soft lips. This boy was the literal walking embodiment of sex.

“Ugh, um yes, I remember you.” I stuttered like an idiot. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“No its not, it’s really not, Jimin is nuisance, trust me.” Said Jazmin, grabbing my hand trying to pull me away from the fiery haired boy, but he just followed us anyway.


Jimin grabbed my free arm and pulled me closer to him. His expression had changed from the playful, flirty smirk to a dark, almost angry stare. His eyes searched my face and then he did the weirdest thing that anyone has ever done to me before; He sniffed me. His face came close to mine and he gave one slow, long inhale along my neck as if he were a dog trying to catch a specific scent.

“Taehyung and Jungkook were bad boys last night, weren’t they?” He said, only loud enough for me to hear. “They seem to have broken the rules a little.”

“What rules?” I asked.

“Ew, get off her, you pervert!” yelled Jazmin as she yanked me away from Jimin.

Her brisk pace didn’t slow as Jimin’s form shrunk behind us and I glanced back at him once more, question still flooding my mind.

“Be careful, (Y/N)!” he said, his face slipping back into its original teasing state.

Why did I need to be careful all of a sudden? And what did Jimin mean by ‘they broke the rules’. I was left sitting there with an uncomfortable heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me nervous.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!.”

I was so wrapped up in my thought that I didn’t hear Jazmin until she was yelling my name.

“Huh? What?”

“I asked, How was it last night? Were they nice?”

“Oh. Um, yeah it was great. They were really nice and… they treated me well. They were very caring…”

I knew my face was burning red with the memories of their bodies against mine, of the things we did.

“M-HMM, im sure they were…” she said in an ‘I-told-you-so’ tone, smiling at how embarrassed I was and that she had been right.

“No need to be so smug.” I whined begrudgingly.

“And you had two of them! Wow, I never thought you would be one to engage in a threesome, (Y/N). How scandalous.” Her eyebrows wiggled in my direction and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up! The driver can probably hear!”

My eyes darted to the rearview mirror and I could see the white hair and cut eyebrow of our chauffer. The doorman from last night. For some reason he gave me the creeps, I couldn’t explain it. His whole aura bothered me for some unexplainable reason.

“Kris doesn’t care, he’s used to this stuff by now, aren’t you?”

She raised her voice at the last part so he could hear. He just nodded his head and kept his focus on the road.

“See!” Jazmin said. “Oh, look, were here already. Thank god, im starving!”

Kris pulled into the apartment complex and stopped right outside my building. A part of me didn’t like that he knew where I lived. I climbed out of the car and shut the door behind me, aware of his gaze on me as we walked away.

“Bye Kris, thanks for the ride!” Jazmin thanked him and walked into the door.

“Anytime.” He replied, his gaze still on me as he spoke to Jazmin.

His voice made my heart race and I turned and quickly followed her into the building, desperate to get as far away from this strange man as I could. Something about him seemed so scarily familiar to me. It made the hair stand on the back of my neck and my brow sweat with fear.

I nearly screamed as my phone rang in my pocket and nearly scared the soul out of me. Clutching my heart with one hand, I opened the new texts from unknown numbers and read them.


   -This is Taehyung! I got your number from Seulgi. I hope you don’t mind…..

   -Here’s a selfie to make up for it.

   -Did you get home okay?

I laughed and smiled as his handsome face smiled up at me. I texted him back before he worried too much.

   -It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m home now. :)

I opened up the second set of texts and smiled even bigger.    -

   -Noona, im sorry about Taehyung. I tried to stop him but he knows no     boundaries.

   -Oh! And this is Jungkook, btw…

   -Did you get home safely?

It felt weird to have two handsome boys fussing over me but also, so good. Their messages made my pace quicken and my face hurt from smiling so much. Even if it was just a side-effect from them feeding from me, I didn’t mind it. Their concern and need for me made me feel special. I began to text Jungkook back and headed up the stairs to my apartment, not paying attention to what was in front of me until I bumped into a body. I looked up to see Jazmin standing in front of my open door.

“Jazmin, what are yo—“

My words froze in my mouth and what I saw terrified me to the bone.

A/N: OMg what happened? Why does Kris give her the creeps? And yes, it is Kris, formerly from EXO… lol

Tunnel Vision (Part II)

A.N= I know it was meant to be posted an hour ago, but i wanted to write it over again because i felt like i could have done better! So this is the final piece, and i hope you guys enjoy! Please give me feedback and tell me if you want a part 3? :) ~K


**Kourtney’s P.O.V**

Coming out of my deep sleep, I heard a slight knocking on my front door downstairs. I sat up on the bed, listening intently for another loud knock. Please just go away so I can go back to sleep and not have to deal with my reality. Knocks were getting louder which made me jump to my feet to make my way down. Who could it be? Is there something wrong? I started to panic as I ran down to open the door. Looking through the peep hole I seen Harry. Oh god, I don’t want to see him right now, or do i? Opening the door he looked so miserable and stressed, because of me. “Hey” He whispered, looking at me intently. “Hi, come inside, you look freezing” He followed my path to the kitchen as I went to put the kettle on. Awkward silence started to build to the point where I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Whats so funny, love?” Harry chuckled as he took a seat on the kitchen stool. “Nothing, just hate awkward silences I guess” “I didn’t think that silence was awkward was it?” “Oh, maybe it was just me then” I turned around to look at him, to see him shivering in the seat. “Here let me get you a blanket, you look froze. “No really ill be fine!” “Harry you look as if there is icicles forming on the tip of your nose” He started to chuckle once again. I love to see him happy, not miserable. I was trying to stall the dreaded conversation about what happened earlier, but it was inevitable. “That should do the trick!” “Thanks love” I wrapped him with my cotton blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders, tucking it under his arms. I looked up to him to see his eyes gazing into mine, so attentively. Me? Well I could just stay like this forever, looking at him, closely. Taking in all of his features, his pale complexion, his facial hair that was just breaking through, his naturally curved lips. Man, I could just look at his lips all day, think about them, what it would be like to kiss them. Feeling myself looking at them I moved straight to his eyes, once again, an awkward silence was in the room. I felt his arms wrapping around my elbows, pulling he into him. His legs moved apart for me to stand in between them. Now the awkward silence wasn’t so awkward. My hands moved to his forearms, feeling his cold skin attach to my hands. His stare was so intimidating, but it felt right, being here with him like this. He slowly moved his head down to catch my lips to his. Slowly and tenderly at first, and then with a swift gradation of passion which made me fall more for him. When we moved into the kiss, his hands slowly worked their way up to my back, grabbing more of my upper body, pulling me closer than what I thought was possible. The edges of my body started to melt and I became part of him. He was sending wild nerves through my body that I never knew that I was capable of feeling. Only Kyan could that to me. But with harry, this was something else. Feeding back into my conscious mind, I suddenly realise that I was kissing him back. I suddenly let go of his lips, and pushed back out of his grip.

“Im sorry harry, I shouldn’t have done that” Wiping my mouth, looking down to the ground, in disbelief that I let this happen. “Hey, hey, it was me too, we both kissed. You shouldn’t be apologising” Harry got up from his chair, letting go of the blanket which he left draped over the chair. “Oh my god what am I doing?” I pushed my fingers through hair as I leaned on the island in front of me. I shouldn’t be messing with my own emotions, using other people. Its just not right. “Like im fighting with you over the fact that I might get back together with Kyan and here I am kissing you. I am just so confused right now. Its not fair on you, im sorry” Looking back at him, I clasped my hands together, then looking at my chipped nail polish. “Kourtney you shouldn’t be sorry, I don’t know why you keep apologising, because this whole thing is not your fault. You just need to see that you could be treated so much better than what he could ever treat you. You need someone to take you out to dinner, and not rush through it just so he could come home to watch the football match. You need someone to buy you flowers and do little sweet gestures to let you know that he thinks about you all day no matter what they are doing, you need someone to tell you how beautiful you look everyday even if you think you look as if you’ve been dragged through a forest.” He came up close to me and put his hand on my waist, turning me around to stare at him. “You need someone that will kiss you every five minutes, not because he feels like he has to, but because he loves the way you taste, and how your lips feel when you kiss. You need someone that loves your flaws even if you think they are embarrassing, You just need someone to treat you like a princess everyday, not the way that wanker treats you” I stood looking at him, taking in what he just said. This just made me fall even more for him, the way he knows what a girl wants and needs to make them feel special. I couldn’t put words into my mouth for a response, trying would make my voice crack with emotion, because I know that I am falling for him, slowly, and then all at once. “Kourtney I have seen the way he has treated you when you were together, and he does not treat you like that. And it breaks my heart to see you not happy, even when you think you are. You deserve much more than that” His hand moved up to my bicep, running his cold hands up and down, just making me feel in complete heaven. “If you were with me I would make you feel like a queen every single day, I would never let you fall even if you think your not. I would make you so happy that it would make everyone jealous” He chuckled to himself, quickly changing his facial expression once again. “I would love you 10 times more than that asshole ever could” I cant believe what I’m hearing right now, is he implying what I think he is? “Harry, I, I don’t know what to say” I looked back down to the ground, trying to assemble the words to put together in my head. “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Since that night, it was heartbreaking to see you go through such pain. Love is a painful thing, but with you, I helped you mend your heart. Becoming close to you since then has made me feel things, and when you walk into a room, I get butterflies. And I love the way you are so close with my mum and Gem, I know it sounds silly but I love the way you feel comfortable around them. I love the way you look so effortlessly beautiful when you think otherwise. I love the way you love, and I want you to love me like that.”  Harry I d-” He walked around to lift the blanket, folding it neatly. “I know that its a lot to take in, but I did want to tell you. I was just putting it off in my head I guess” I stood just staring at him. He is the reason why I am happy every single day. Just waking up, knowing im going to see him that day just makes me giddy, and knowing now that he feels the same way, it has really made up my mind as to who I want right now. I slowly walked over to him, removing the half folded blanket from his hands, throwing it on the island. I threw my arms around his neck, grasping the hair at the nape of it, and forcing his head to clash with mine. It didn’t take much forcing. Matching our lips together once again made me feel like I was in euphoria, like I was home.

**Harry’s P.O.V**

. “I know that its a lot to take in, but I did want to tell you. I was just putting it off in my head I guess” I cannot believe what I have just said. I mean ive always dreamed of the way to tell her since the moment I knew but I never expected it to happen like this. But im glad its out now, and now she knows. But I don’t want to make her confused, and make her think differently of me. I wish it didn’t go down the way it did earlier today, but she has to know the truth. If she gets back together with him I will be physically and emotionally heartbroken. She means the world to me and to see her go through so much with that arsehole really made me open my eyes about him. I couldn’t stand to look at her after what I said, I didn’t even know where to stand. So I walked over to where the blanket lay loosely on the stool, and I started to fold it. I wanted her to know and now she does. Oh god, I don’t know where we stand from here. She slowly made her way over to me, never taking her eyes off me. Looking up into her eyes, they looked different. She took the blanket from my hands, threw it on the island and faced back at me. She made her way to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her hands clutching my curls. She quickly forced my head down to hers, and I quickly reciprocated, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. This felt incredible, and right. Our kiss was getting heated, my tongue making entry into her mouth was sending shivers all over my body. I heard a slight moan coming from her lips, if I hear that again she would have made me cum in my trousers, but I knew that I had more respect for her. I know this is as far as it will go, so ill just fuck my hand later, replaying that noise in my head. I slowly stopped the kiss and looked into her eyes. “I don’t think I can take this any further” “What? Why?” “Because your confused, sad, you don’t know if you want this” “Harry I have wanted you ever since I met you, but I had other priorities in mind. I need this right now, you have no idea how long I have wanted this” Im in absolute disbelief! Am I hearing what I think she said? “You have?” “Yes Harry. This might not be the best situation that we are in right now, but I do know that right now, I want you, I need you” Her hands slowly grazing up my shirt that was half buttoned, tucking them underneath tracing my inked skin. I grabbed her jaw in my hands and pulled her lips to mine again, she didn’t have to say anything else. Lets just love the night.

**Kourtney’s P.O.V**

As we had entered my bedroom, most of our clothes had been removed, lying somewhere in my house. He pushed his hands up to unclasp my bra as my ffet hit the side of the bed. I quickly grasped his hands, stopping his tracks. “Do you mind if I, you know, keep my bra on?” I stammered as I looked at him, ashamed. “Why whats wrong?” “I just don’t like my chest, I would rather if I kept it on” “Hey, don’t worry, I just want you to feel comfortable tonight and have fun, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed” I smiled into him as he moved his hands down to my waist, massaging the skin just above my thong. “Lay down beautiful” He softly pushed me down onto the bed, making my hair spread across the linen, and my arms rested around my head My legs were lying over the bed where he was standing, but I moved them into myself, to make room for him. He looked at me intently, taking me into his memory. I was taking in what I was seeing. Harry, without his jeans on, man bun down, shirt buttoned down, hair looking sexy as always, I just needed him to touch me. “C’mere” I whispered, he then snickered at me and put his hands on my knees, making them spread for him. Giggling doing so, I moved my hands under his shirt and around his shoulders, slowly removing the item of clothing that was hiding the second best part of him. I think you will get where my number one favourite part his of him. He moulded into my body as his lips went straight to assault my neck with kisses, moving his way down to the top of my breasts, then working his way back up to my collarbones. My legs slowly wrapped around his waist naturally, trying to pull him in closer to my centre. I needed some sort of friction to maintain the heat coming from my core, because of him.

**Harry’s P.O.V**

Im in complete ecstasy right now, she feels amazing being this close to me, and I cant wait to be inside her, or taste her. Fuck I need to taste her. “I wanna go down on you baby girl, I bet you taste so good” She looked oddly confused about my statement, which made her face go red of embarrassment, so of course I had to illiterate. “Baby, have you ever been eaten out before?” She looked down at my chest and then back up to my eyes. “Well ive only ever been with Kyan, and it was all about him, so, no” She looked so humiliated even saying that out loud. Wait, she’s only ever been with him? And shes never been eaten out before? Wow, this is going to be a very good night indeed. “Baby girl, im going to show you what you were missing” I smirked at her while she giggled, like a nervous giggle I guess. Soon she will be screaming my name. I kissed her one last time, then I didn’t take time to make my way down to her thong. I quickly removed it, feeling how damp they were in my hands made my cock twitch. Looking down at her freshly shaved core, it made my mouth water. I spread her legs wider as I lowered myself between them. “God Kourtney, you are soaking, im glad I can have you all to myself” My mouth made its way to her swollen clit, giving it little kitten licks, slowly, teasing her. Her second moan of the night reappeared, damn, what is she not going to be like when I fuck the shit out of her. I started to drag my tongue over her clit with more pressure and a little quicker to help her get to where I want her to be. I then slowly began to eat her out, gathering all of her fresh juices onto my tongue, but making sure I did pay more attention to her clit, because with every lick, I had right where I wanted her. “You taste so sweet baby girl, I could eat you all day, so good” I moaned, licking the wetness that was dripping out of her hole with ease. She started to pant my name out while putting her fingers through my hair, pushing down on my head. I knew she was close. Her hips started to lift off of the bed, but I managed to use my hands to keep her down. Fuck this is so hot. “Aw, fuck Harry, im guna cum” Her girlish moans got my dick to ooze pre cum into my boxers. Her hips was gyrating quicker as I fucked her clit with my tongue, screaming for me to stop but I continued. I had to touch my dick for some kind of relief, but once I gave my dick one stroke, I came in my boxers, a lot of it. “Shit” I continued to ride out her high as I continued to massage my cock, making sure there that my high was reached. “Im sorry” “Why are you sorry Harry? Was I not meant to cum?” “No I wanted you to cum, not me” She looked down at my wet boxers, and back at me. “Already?” She smirked, looking at me with a snigger to her little sexy face. “Well I haven’t had sex in a very long time, and plus, its with you, so of course im guna jizz in my pants” We both laughed historically as i made my way up to sit on the bed again. God I love where this is headed.

**Kourtney’s P.O.V**

After we had a little giggle, he made his way back to me, kissing me deeply again. His tongue grazed gracefully into my mouth, massaging with mine to deepen the kiss. He made his way in between my legs again, lowering his crotch so his hard on was grinding on my wet centre. He started to move his lips slightly as we continued to kiss, helping to bring us on for round 2. “Do you have any condoms?” I disconnected our lips to ask, as his hips continued to manoeuvre over mine. “No I don’t actually, shit” He looked at the side table as I could see the thoughts flashing through his mind. “I think I might have some” “You do?” “Don’t act so surprised, I did use them with my fiancé you know?” I laughed so make light of the conversation, but that didn’t last because there was just pure sex in the room. I took one out of the box of 12 and put it on the night stand, and handed it to Harry. “That’s too small for me” “What do you mean they’re too small, they fit all sizes?” I looked up to harry to see a smirk on his face. “Oh haha” I mocked as he took off his boxer briefs, finally letting me have a look at him. Wow. He is big. Big big. “Problem?” Harry smirked once again as he caught me staring. “No, just admiring the view” I smiled as I watched him put on the condom. He was right, them condoms are far too small for him. “I hope you like yours, I know I certainly do” Once he had put on the condom he crawled his way up to me, with his hard erection hitting off his stomach. “Are you cold or anything?” Harry questioned as he placed another kiss on my lips. “No im good Harry, thank you” I kissed back as he moved down to my feet. He pulled my legs so I was on the edge of the bed with him, and he jerked himself off a few times before lining up to my entrance. “Are you ready?” “Fucking take me baby” As I said those words Harry’s tip massaged my clit and down to my core, gathering some juices so he could slide in with ease. He slowly pushed his cock inside of me, filling me up deliciously. A loud moan coming from Harry would make me cum right there, it was just amazing. “Oh fuck Harry” I screamed as he started to rock his shaft in and out of me, agonisingly slowly. He leaned down over me, grabbing my legs to swoop them around his waist, and his hands helped to move my core to his with effortlessness. He started to go faster the moment I started to moan his name in his ear. The slapping of skin on skin and moans where the only thing you could hear in the house, damn it I wouldn’t care if the neighbours could hear it. He filled me up so well, and the way he thrusts, its like he wants to make me cum first before him. Its different. “Are you okay babygirl?” “Yes” I pant as the pleasure was too much to bear. “Can I go harder with you baby? Can I take you harder? I would love to destroy your little tight cunt baby” Mumbling as he continues to ram into me. “Yes Harry, fuck” I yelled as he immediately started to slam his hips into mine, crashing into my walls with a lot more force, and small cries of pleasure started to leave Harry’s lips.

I continued to moan and scream loudly, which only encouraged him to slam harder into me, that just made me more wet than ever. “You come across like a innocent little girl but you’re a horny little lady, oh fuck I can make you bad babygirl” Harry whispered at he continued to ram inside of me. I slid out of me suddenly, and moved to lie on the bed, with his head resting on the bed frame. “C’mere baby, ride for me, fuck me so good baby” I came over and straddled his hips quickly. We were both eager to cum so quick, we just didn’t have time. I grabbed his dick, pumped it a few times and then pushed it through my slick hole. “Roll your hips, grind on me baby, ill do the rest” Sensing I was only new to this, he grabbed my hips and started to slam into my core through this angle. “Fuck baby, you like it like that don’t you? You bad girl” I started to grind my hips into his thrusts for a few seconds, and I started to notice his hips were getting sore, so he wasn’t moving as fast. I suddenly pressed my lips against his as I pressed hard on his pelvic bone, making him stop. “Baby let me ride you” I whispered as I started to bounce lightly while grinding on him, just like he asked me to do, but he liked to take control. I got this. Harry’s eyes started to roll back in his head, his nose scrunching up with intense pleasure, as he let his head fall back to the bed frame. I placed my hands on his knees as I grinded on his cock, letting him get a good view of his cock vanish and re-emerge from my centre. “Fuck baby, just like that, your little pussy fucks me so good. Fuck im gonna cum” I started to quickly stimulate my clit has he started to take over, thrusting with all of the strength he had left, just so we could reach our climaxes. My stomach was now flipping with the amount of pleasure, I started to shake above him. “C’mon babygirl cum for me, drench my cock so good for me, I want to feel you cum” He continued to thrust into me as he took over stimulating my clit as I sat back with my hands on his knees again, stretching my neck back, bringing me to my euphoria. When I came down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, harry started to release his load inside of me, with loud grunts and his hands going straight to my breasts as he came hard. He stilled in me for about a minute to make sure we were both done. Panting like we had done the London marathon, I slowly took him out of me and lay down beside him, catching my breath. “Wow. That. Was. Amazing.” Harry stated as he looked over to me. “Yeah it was alright” I snickered, looking at him for his reaction. “Just alright?” I started to lightly laugh to myself with his reaction. “Ill show you that ill be the best you will ever have” He grabbed me around the legs, again pulling me close to him so he could wrap my legs around his waist once again, and he grabbed the rest of the packet of condoms. “Were guna need these all I think”    

She's Got A Boyfriend Anyway

***WARNING*** Contains sexual content (GET YOUR HOLY WATER YOU SINNERS jk I’m the one that wrote it xD)

A/N: This one is a bit different, its completely different to what I’ve written considering that it contains smut (which I’m absolutely shit at writing so bare with me on this one guys. I cant write smut to save my life.) And it is based off of the song Sex by The 1975. I’ve been wanting to write something based off of this song for a while now, considering it’s one of my favourites. I hope you guys like it. Also tell me what you think of it, I appreciate feedback guys.

I felt so awkward writing this oml

Prompt: You and Dan have a ‘friends with benefits’ type thingy but at the same time you’re casually seeing someone, but nothings official. And then shit happens.

Word Count: 2455 words

Genre: Smut (but fluff at the same time, idk there needs to be more fanfic genres)

“And I’m not trying to stop you love, if we’re gonna do anything we might as well just fuck. She’s got a boyfriend anyway, she’s got a boyfriend anyway…”

Dan’s P.O.V

The sound of moans and skin against skin fills the room that I am currently in. Sweat starts beading down my forehead as I thrust into the beautiful girl beneath me. Her moans are like music to my ears. I can feel my orgasm hitting. I put my head in the crook of (y/n)’s neck and stifle a load moan that I can feel coming up in my throat. My body shakes in pleasure, but as I am about to come, I hear a beeping coming from (y/n)’s phone, kinda ruining the mood. I stop abruptly as she reached over to my bedside table to grab her phone, apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, Dan but I’ve gotta go. I have a date and I need to get ready.” She says sighing. I pull out of her, so I can let her get out of bed and get changed.

“Is it with that Jackson guy again?” I ask, slightly jealous. She nods answering my question and I mentally sigh. Of course it’s gonna be Jackson. The guy that (Y/n) has been “casually” seeing for the past couple of months. “Oh, have fun. Call me later on and tell me how it went.” I say as she’s darting around the room trying to find her clothes in my room, which is basically a bomb site.

“I’ll see you later on.” She pecks my lips when she’s managed to get dressed and then rushes out the door, to go back to her flat and get ready for her date. Ugh, why does it have to be Jackson. He’s so weird.

I hear Phil emerge from the lounge and walk into his room. He must’ve seen (y/n) through the crack of the closed door. Poor Phil, having to put up with all of mine and (y/n)’s noise. I asked him if he wanted to leave, he said no, that’s his own fault.

“About time. I thought you two would’ve gone on forever” Phil says as he comes into my room. He sits down on my desk chair, probably waiting for an answer.

“It could’ve.” I smirked at Phil as he cringes, making a gagging noise. I giggle at his face. “But she had a date with that Jackson guy.” Phil was the only one who knew that I really liked (y/n). Heck, i was basically in love with her.

“Wait, she’s still seeing that guy? Why was she over here then?” Phil asks confused. I just shrug and sigh sadly. Phil takes this as his cue to leave and wonders back into his room, and now I am left alone with my thoughts. I decide that I’ve had enough for today, and I feel extremely exhausted, and just decide to go to sleep.

*5 Hours laaaatttteeeerrrr*

I hear my phone vibrating and going off on the bedside table beside me. I open my eyes and answer it, not bothering to check the caller I.D.

“Hello?” I ask tiredly. It was like 11pm, but I was tired. The day really drained the energy out of me.

“Dan! Guess what?” I recognised the voice as (y/n)’s. I smiled at her excited tone of voice

“What happened?” I ask with a slight giggle. Hearing (Y/N) excited makes me happy.

“Jackson asked me to be his girlfriend, AND I SAID YES!” And like that, my heart sunk into my stomach. It felt like my whole world had just crashed. The girl that I really really really like is now in a relationship. I should’ve made my move when I had the chance. I don’t know why, but I just feel shocked.

“R-Really! Congrats!” I congratulate her with fake excitement in my voice.

“Ahhh, I’m buzzing so much right now. Thank you, Dan. I’ll call you later. Bye!” She says and then hangs up, and I’m left to just look out at the wall in my room with a blank expression on my face and a heavy heart.

*2 months later*

From: (Y/N)
To: Dan
Hey Dan, just finishing up dinner with Jackson and his parents, I’ll be over for our movie night in about 15 minutes -(Y/N)

I read the text message over and over in my head, excited that I get to see one of my best friends/the girl I really like. Ever since she’s been with Jackson, she hasn’t really had time to hang out with Phil and I anymore, so as you could probably guess, I was extremely ecstatic when she asked to hang out with Phil and I.

I was so immersed in the text message that I didn’t even hear (Y/N) knocking at the front door, until Phil told me to go and grab the door and to stop being weird (thanks Phil). I basically run down the stairs, and you know me, I never run. I open the front door to reveal the beautiful (y/n) in front of me. I smile at her endearingly.

“Hey Dan! So I brought a couple of movies to watch, and some food.” (Y/n) says holding up a plastic bag full of stuff. I let her through the door and make our way up the stairs. (Y/n) puts her things down on the floor in the lounge whilst Phil and I grab our pillows and blankets from our room. We walk in the lounge to see that (Y/N) has all the food set up into bowls and stuff like that.

“So, what do you guys want to watch?”


As the end credits rolled down the screen, I looked over to see that Phil was fast asleep and (Y/N) had turned her attention to me.

“Thank you for tonight, Dan. I really had fun watching movies with you and Phil. I missed you guys so much.” She says smiling, putting a sweet into her mouth. I could hear the hard sweet hitting against her tongue piercing as she sucked on the sweet.

“My pleasure. I really missed you too. We haven’t really hung since we, we uh- um you know” I’m too awkward to say it.

“Since we last had sex? It’s true though, I mean we really only hung out here when we fucked.” She laughs which puts a smile on my face. I blush from her words. It’s true though.

“Ahhhh those were the days. It was really funny though, last time, I asked Phil if he wanted to leave and he said no, and then after you left he looked traumatized” I reminisced about the last time we had sex.

“Goddammit Phil, he did that to himself. To be honest coming over here to fuck with you, made me forget about a whole lot of issues going on, so uh thank you for being my fuck buddy I guess.” She pokes her tongue out at me giving me a clear sight of that tongue piercing of hers.

For some reason I can feel myself becoming more nervous with this conversation topic. Is she hinting at something? Is she going somewhere with conversation? No you idiot, she’s got a boyfriend. She has a boyfriend who really likes her and she really likes him. I see (Y/N) pickup her phone and start checking her messages. I hear her sigh as she turns to me.

“Sorry, Dan but I have to go home. Jackson’s having electrical problems at his flat and is over at mine now.” She says getting up out of the covers. Jackson really has to ruin everything, doesn’t he?

“I can walk you, your flat isn’t too far from here, plus I don’t want you walking by yourself this late.” I offer. Thankfully she accepts my offer and we were getting our stuff ready to head out. As we were walking down the street towards her flat, I can’t help but think of the conversation we just had. Did it mean anything or was it just meaningless banter?

With all of the silence and all of the thinking going on in my head, I didn’t even realize that we had actually made it to (Y/n)’s flat until she put her arms around me, hugging me, thanking me for the movie night.

“I’ll see you another time, Dan.” And like that she disappears into her flat. I walk back home by myself still thinking about the conversation? Why did i have to be an idiot and bring it up, and then act all nervous and awkward talking about it.

I walk back home, thinking about that conversation once again, it had to mean something to her if she kept talking about it right?

As soon as i get home, i take off of my shoes and go straight to bed. The conversation keeps replaying in my head, and I can’t sleep. Guess I’m in for another sleepless night.


I hear a mysterious knocking at the front door. I check my phone to see that it’s only 11am, so so so early. I groan as i get up out of bed and walk down to the front door to see (Y/n) standing there looking as perfect as ever, and I just cant help myself.

“Hey Dan. I left my charger he-” I cut her off with my lips needful on top of hers. I feel her kiss back, which makes me incredibly happy, until she pulls away. “Dan, w-we can’t, I-I have a b-boyfr-” And once again my lips are back on hers, in a needy way, and she still kissed back.

She pulled on my hair as her tongue entered my mouth forcefully. We pulled apart and basically sprinted up the stairs and ran into my room. As soon as we got in my room, she was taking off of her top, and then her lips were on mine again.

“A-are you sure you wa-” I was going to ask if this what she really wanted but she cut me off before I could finish my question

“Shut up, Dan.” She demands and then pushes me onto the bed straddling my waist as she kisses me in a passionate and lustful manner. We only break apart when it comes to taking off each others clothing.

We ended up switching positions, where I ended up being on top of her, kissing her everywhere, letting her know how beautiful she is. And as i am on top of her, kissing all over her body, I can’t help but think of her with Jackson. Does he take care of her? Or could I easily fill his shoes? I don’t even know anymore.
And then just like that, we went back to doing what we usually would when hanging out with each other. We would fuck, but this time, this time to me it felt different. I don’t know if she could feel it too, but everything felt different. And I really liked it.


“We should like go on a road trip or something.” I say randomly as I had the most beautiful girl in the world cuddled into my arms. It’s like she’s mine and she always has been

“Yeah, a road trip sounds great. It’s actually what I need.” She agrees to my idea. And then I had a random question come into my head, and it was kinda personal.

Are you and Jackson doing alright?“ I asked, there it is, the question is out in the open and I feel my heart rate speed up pondering and awaiting her answer.

“Yeah he’s a great guy, he’s really sweet. But sometimes, I feel as if relationships aren’t my thing at the moment. What we had going on was good and all, but sometimes I just don’t know anymore?” She answers, and I have no idea how to feel about it. I don’t know what to feel. “So this road trip. When were you thinking?”


“Alright, is that everything?” I ask as we pack up (Y/n)’s car. We were finally taking that road trip. That well needed road trip.

“Yes sir. Everything is all good to go. I had the car checked and everything yesterday.”

“Great. Lets go!” I say and then get in the passengers seat of the car, and we were on our way.

We were about 1 hour and 45 minutes out of London, when all of a sudden, we got a flat tire. And guess what? We didn’t have a spare tire.

“So I’ve called the roadside recovery place, and they’re not going to be here for another 4 hours.” (Y/n) explains. Great this is just great. We decide to just talk the time away, catch up a bit on what we missed out on in each other’s lives.

“How are you and Jackson?” I ask. She immediately looks to the floor of the car and back up at me, looking kinda sad

“I broke up with him. And before you ask why, it was because I was in love with someone else.” I was flabbergasted. How come she didn’t tell me this sooner? I would never have brought it up if she had.

“Who is it?”


And I swear in that moment I was absolutely speechless. I was so incredibly happy. I looked at her and she almost looked mortified.

“Ditto.” I smile at her and I swear to god, this was the best day of my life. Despite the circumstances, it is still the best day of my life.

Just One Kiss

Request: “Barry x Reader / where barry has a huge crush on reader but reader has a boyf and they accidentally kiss (?)” -Anon
Request: “Could you do a BarryxReader where she is a meta and works alongside The Flash sometimes. She gets captured by a meta Barry cant get hold of or find her and it tortures her for information on The Flash but she doesn’t give in or something (Ty ilysm)” -Anon

Pairing: Barry x Meta!Reader

Warnings: blood, torture (non-descriptive, just really punching), psychotic boyfriend

Words: 4828

A/N: This kinda gotten away from me… I have no regrets!

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