i just love the way her hair falls and bounces to her shoulders and i just love her already and her eyes they

We Keep Loving Anyways

THIS. IS. LONG.

Like so long. So whenever you wanna read it here or in Ao3, your choice, kay? 

Hi! It’s not even a surprise by now when I say I was inspired by another beautiful fanart, tbh. This time it was  from this beautiful one: http://knacke.tumblr.com/post/158168311373/lances-life-from-his-familys-point-of-view  made by @knacke .If you love yourself you will see their content, it’s amazing, I swear.

Again, thank you so much for allowing me to write this, I had a LOT of fun!!!

Edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING TITLE. FFS

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. The fanart doesn’t belong to me. 


“Tony, move, I wanna see him!”

“Shut up, Mario, wait your turn –!”

“Mama!”

“Mario, sh, he’s sleeping!”

“But I wanna see him, Angie!”

“Come here.”

“Guys, guys, please, a little more quietly.” Mr. McClain hushes, using his free hand to motion his children to lower their voices, “Your Mama is tired and so is your brother. Take it easy, okay?”

The trio nods excitedly. The thirteen years old picks up her little brother with a grunt and smiles playfully when Mario shifts on her arms until he’s comfortable, murmuring a soft ‘thank you, Angie’. Tony steps a little closer, standing on his tip toes to get a better view of the small bundle in his mama’s arms.

The ten years old smiles when his mama notices his efforts and leans forwards just a little bit, enough for him and his siblings to look at the small tiny human wrapped in the pale blue blanket.

“His name’s Lance,” Mrs. McClain whispers, her voice dripping with fondness and love as she stares at the sleeping new born in her arms, “Your new baby brother.”

“So tiny.” Mario mumbles, his big bright brown eyes staring curiously at the small baby. He glances at Angie when the teen giggles at his words and bounces him on her hip.

“They are supposed to be tiny, silly.” She says, leaning forward to see her new brother, “He’s so cute, mama.”

“Hi, Lance!” Tony shouts happily, ignoring the hushing sounds from both his Papa and big sister, “I’m Tony, and I’m your new brother! You’re so tiny but that’s okay, Mario is tiny too!”

“I’m not tiny.” Mario grumbles, crossing his arms with a pout but smiling when his Papa chuckles and ruffles his hair.

“Welcome to the family, amor.” Mrs. McClain says softly as Lance whines and slowly opens his eyes for the first time.

“Will you look at that,” Mr. McClain whistles softly, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder as he coos at the baby, “We finally have a member in the family with your eyes, cielo.”

Mrs. McClain blue eyes shine with pride and happiness as Lance coos at her, his own deep blue ones staring at her with innocence and curiosity.


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Petname Babygirl II pt.1

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi

word count: 7.3k


Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

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coffee in the morning ;

“I could do that,” he states a minute later, and he nods his heads a few times as if it’s some sort of confirmation as he mulls it over, and you look at him like you’re confused.

“Do what?” You question, and he blinks at you.

“Be your boyfriend,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and it makes your heart beat a bit faster.

“You mean fake boyfriend.”

or

Harry and Y/N work at a coffee shop and he’s never been a good actor

12k+, fluff, smut, ripping of panties mid-fuck, and just a dash of angst

OKAAAY SO, i’ve been dead around here because i’ve been working on this for a few days now! special shoutout to @mermaidsonships for letting me yell about apple (that’s what we named the girlie in this amongst our texts) and harry as well as bounce ideas off of u! i love u sister! i’ve got a fixation of fake bf harry + harry being rly teasing so if u combine those 2 things u get this big mess of a thing! i hope u enjoy!

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Heartache

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean. 

A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

– – – – 

DEAN’S POV: 

Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.

“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.

“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.

I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.

“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.

A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”

He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”

I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.

“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.

I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”

“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”

“My- my freckles?”

She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”

“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.

“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.

Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.

“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.

I watched her leave, shamelessly.

The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.

But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.

“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.

“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.

“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.

I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.

He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”

Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.

“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.

It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”

He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.

“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.

Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.

“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.

“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”

With that, she was gone.

It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.

I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.

Not when I wake up.

Not before I go to sleep.

If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.

My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.

Y/N liked them.

She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.

– – – –

It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.

“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.

“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.

I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.

“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.

Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.

“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.

“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.

Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.

“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”

I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.

“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”

I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.

“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.

“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.

“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.

“And Dean-”

“Yeah?”

“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”

In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.

“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.

“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.

I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.

Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.

Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?

I took another shot.

Eventually, it got dark.

– – – –

“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.

“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.

“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.

She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.

“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.

“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”

I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.

“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.

“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”

I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.

“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.

“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.

I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.

“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.

“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”

I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.

“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.

She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”

“The really funny one?” He asked.

She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”

Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.

“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.

“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.

– – – –

Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.

“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.

He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.

“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.

“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.

An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.

“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.

“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.

Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.

I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.

“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”

Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.

“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.

“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.

She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.

“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”

I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”

“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.

She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”

My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”

“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.

“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”

She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.

“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”

“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.

“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.

“Then what?”

“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.

“You got me.” I blurted out.

She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.

“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.

“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.

I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.

I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.

I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.

“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.

“What?”

“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”

She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”

“Everyone I touch, they-”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“They leave.”

“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”

“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”

I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”

She looked up at me through her lashes.

“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”

For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.

Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.

My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.

“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.

I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.

“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.

“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.

Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.

“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.

“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.

A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

Imagine: You are holding your first public art exhibition. Although you think that Tom understands how important this night is to you, you are once again proven wrong. Nonetheless, a little bit of his love is better than none. Right?

Originally posted by spdrparker

A/N: I was inspired by harry styles’ original track. listen to the live version while you read, cause I did and I was a fucken mess. sorry for the angst, I love you. x

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Caught In The Crossfire // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break. 

Word Count: 8,123

Song: Trouble by Halsey

A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do. 


Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.

So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?

Wrong.

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Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 


“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part Two)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader isn’t ready to confront Peter after all that happened the night before. However, the task of avoidance becomes increasingly more difficult as the day progresses. Having a fallout with your best friend is the worst.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,286

A/N: So I rewrote this part at least six times before begrudgingly deciding to post this version. I kept writing and deleting every version before this one because I didn’t like any of them. I don’t even really like this version, but I figured I made you guys wait long enough for a part two, and this was probably the best I was going to write. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you can at least somewhat enjoy this poorly written imagi.

Part One / Part Three

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm. As you slowly gained consciousness, the obnoxious noise echoed louder in your ears. You groaned to yourself and fumbled around for the snooze button. Finally getting the blasted thing to shut up, you groggily turned so that you could see the time. It was half past six in the morning. School started in one hour. You begrudgingly rolled (quite literally) out of bed and stumbled as you stood up. You stretched your arms above you head before yawning for what seemed like the longest time. Jeez, you were tired. Why were you so tired? Then it hit you.

Dinner. Relatives. Boyfriend. Peter.

Peter.

Closing your eyes, your entire body shifted as the memories from last night flooded your mind. You suddenly had the very strong urge to retreat back under your covers and never face the world again. You shook you head. Hiding wouldn’t help anyone. You huffed out a frustrated breath before deciding to head to the kitchen. Maybe a quick breakfast would lighten your spirits. You didn’t get very far though. Not even five steps in, your foot fell on top of a material that most definitely was not hardwood floors. You looked down to find that you had stepped on what looked to be a men’s blazer. You picked the jacket up and stared at it. It was Peter’s jacket. The one he gave you last night before you told him to leave. Before you had your emotional breakdown. Before you had ruined everything. You stared at the piece of clothing in your hands. Tears were already starting to form in your eyes, but you couldn’t make yourself look away. It was all so fresh in your mind.

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Let Daddy Make You Feel Good | Part Two

part two of my “Let Daddy Make You Feel Good” series! this part is a lil longer than part one, which I don’t think anyone is going to complain about since it’s still all smut and involves lots of rough sex. hope you guys like it! ❤️

part one

She crawled onto the bed, plopping herself down on the plush pillows and stretching her legs out. She eyed Tom as he moved to his suitcase, digging around for a moment before pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

“So you don’t think about moving those hands anywhere again,” he chided playfully, crawling over her. Cuffing her to one of the bars on the headboard, he placed a delicate kiss on her lips before moving down her neck. She squirmed against her restraints as he lightly trailed his fingers up and down her body.

“Patience darling,” he murmured, his lips at the base of her neck.

He began leaving sloppy kisses down her chest, gently sucking and nipping wherever he put his mouth and leaving a trail of red across her soft skin.

Moving over her breasts he took a nipple into his mouth, gently flicking his tongue over it. Using a free hand, he rolled her other nipple between his fingers, gently tugging it. She groaned, and ever so gently rolled her hips up to his, hoping to create enough friction to ease some of the ache between her legs.  Smiling against her skin, he moved his free hand down to hold her hips still. Moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, he continued down her body, leaving small licks and kisses where he went, stopping every now and then to suck at her skin to leave a small love mark. When he reached the spot between her legs, she immediately spread her legs in anticipation.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled, tracing his finger along her inner thigh.

“Please daddy,” she whimpered, trying to work him up enough to give her what she wanted.

“Soon, sweet girl,” he whispered, his lips moving close to her core but never touching it. “I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

Sliding his hands up to gently hold her hips still, he began pressing hot, open mouth kisses on her skin. He slowly moved his way up and down the crevice between her thigh and her pussy where he knew she was incredibly sensitive, digging his tongue into her skin. Jerking against the handcuffs, she let out a loud cry and tried to close her legs around his head. Grabbing her thighs, he held her legs apart and continued attacking her sensitive skin with his mouth as she erupted in a fit of giggles.

“Tom! S-Stop!” she pleaded, rolling her hips up to escape his mouth.

“Is my little girl ticklish there?” he asked innocently, replacing his tongue with his finger. Letting out another yelp, she tried to push herself further up the bed, only to feel his hands on her hips once more, pulling her back to him.

“Now just where do you think you’re going to go?” he laughed, pressing more kisses on her inner thighs, slowly moving further away from her pussy. She threw her head back on the pillow, her breath becoming more labored. He was dragging this out, humming against her skin as he kissed and sucked at her inner thighs. Moving back to her center, he gently sucked on her outer lips and she moaned loudly, no longer caring if the neighbors heard as long as he kept moving closer to her clit. He smirked and pulled away from her, he had her almost where he wanted her. Using his thumbs to spread her open he leaned in and pressed his tongue to her entrance - and listened for the sound of her breath hitching in her throat at the sudden contact - only for a moment before pulling away. He repeated the movement over and over again before she finally broke down in her frustration.

“Fucking hell Tom!” she nearly shouted. “I’m gonna fucking die on this bed if you don’t just fucking do me already!”

He broke his concentration momentarily, laughing at her dramatic statement and pushing her thighs farther apart, slowly dragging his tongue over her opening once before he dove in, licking and sucking at her clit.

Screaming at the sudden relief, she pushed her hips up towards his mouth. Holding her in his hands, Tom began rubbing up and down the sides of her body as he lapped at her clit, feeling her hips gyrating under his touch. She was practically melting in his hands as he drew hearts over her skin with his fingers and wrote ‘I love you’ on her clit with his tongue. She threw her legs over his shoulders and wrapped them around him to hold him closer, hinting that she was getting close. Sliding one finger inside her and slowly pumping it in and out, he picked up the pace with his tongue.

“Oh my god yes yes yes, please don’t stop,” she whimpered, her toes curling as she felt her climax building.

Slipping a second finger inside her, he began thrusting in and out of her faster and licking her clit harder, keeping one hand on her to hold her still. Her hips bucked as she felt her orgasm spread through her body, a hundred ‘I love yous’ falling from her lips as she came. Once her body had begun to relax he pulled away from her, his mouth and chin glistening with the aftermath of her orgasm. Pressing his lips to hers, she moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt him grinding his hips against hers, his cock hard and poking her thigh, and she knew he was ready for another round.

“Want another one, pretty girl?” he hummed in her ear, sucking on her earlobe and peppering kisses down her neck.

“Please,” she sighed dreamily, still coming down from the high of her first orgasm. She felt his lips freeze over her skin and she already knew what she had done.

“Please what.” He hardly asked but demanded, and she felt his hands grip her hips roughly.

“Please daddy!” she quickly corrected. “Please daddy, make me come again.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, planting another kiss on her neck before moving off her, reaching over to the bedside table. She saw the little square package out of the corner of her eye and bit her lip, recalling taking her birth control pill at the appropriate time earlier in the evening before she went to the bar.

“No,” she exhaled quickly. “Don’t use a condom…I wanna feel you…”

He paused and looked down at her, stray hairs plastered to her face from her sweat, still breathing heavily and staring up at him with glazed over eyes, silently pleading with him.

“You want daddy to bareback it tonight?” he leaned down, inches from her face.

“Please daddy,” she mumbled. “I already took my pill tonight, I promise.”

Grinning, he chucked the condom across the room and pulled her closer, positioning himself at her entrance.

“Anything for my little girl.”

Pushing the head of his cock inside her, she sighed in relief and laid back on the pillows. He groaned as he watched himself disappear deeper inside her and began slowly thrusting in and out of her.

“So tight for me already, sweetheart?” he leaned down to kiss her, feeling her walls clenched around him. She pulled her hands up with the intention of running her fingers through his curly hair, but was stopped short when she remembered she was still chained to the bed.

“Daddy,” she began, her breath hitching in her throat suddenly as Tom sunk his teeth into her shoulder. She cried out in pain, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

“Yes, m’love?” he mumbled, kissing and licking the fresh mark on her skin.

“C-Can I please move my hands? I wanna touch you,” she begged, sticking her lower lip out as he moved to meet her gaze. He smiled and leaned in, kissing her deeply and taking her bottom lip in his mouth, gently biting down before releasing her.

“Not yet, sweet girl,” he said, kissing her again as he began thrusting harder inside her. She whined into his mouth, squeezing his hips again with her legs.

“Please daddy,” she moaned, leaving kisses down his neck. “I’ll be good, I just wanna touch you.”

“I said not yet,” he responded more sternly, gently taking ahold of her hair and pulling her head back, exposing her neck to him. He drug his tongue up and down, feeling her swallowing underneath him. He sunk his teeth into her once more at the base of her neck, harder than the last time. She shrieked from underneath him and pulled her legs away, bracing herself on the bed and pushing up against him with her hips. Feeling her resistance, he immediately pulled away and stopped thrusting.

“Everything ok, darling?” he brushed her hair out of her face, searching her eyes for any sign she had had enough. She hadn’t said their safe word yet, but sometimes he felt the need to check in with her anyways when he felt himself getting rougher with her. God forbid she’d hold her tongue if he went too far just because he was enjoying himself.

“I’m fine,” she smiled softly, pressing her forehead to his. “Really, I’m ok. Was just a little rougher than I was ready for.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed, stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m sure,” she chuckled, turning her head to nuzzle into his hand. He smiled, pressing kisses along her jawline as he slowly began thrusting into her once more. They stayed like that for a moment, him holding her close as he lovingly thrusted into her, feeling her heart flutter underneath him. It wasn’t until she hooked a leg around him once more that he knew she wanted him to fuck her harder.

Pushing her legs farther apart to angle himself better, he began thrusting into her harder again, watching the way her breasts bounced each time their hips met. She looked up at him through her lashes, mouth hung open, ecstasy written across her face. He was slowly losing his composure, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially with her looking at him like that.

“Tom, I’m gonna come again,” she panted, pulling him closer. He latched his lips onto her neck, nuzzling into her as he grabbed her hips. He could feel her walls clenching around his cock and it was pushing him closer to the edge.

“Tom don’t stop, oh my god please don’t stop,” she cried again, and he felt her tighten around him. As if he had been waiting for a cue, he immediately pulled out and pushed himself off her.

“N-No no no no,” she pleaded at the sudden loss of contact. “I was so close you asshole what are you doing?!”

Hopping off the bed and digging through his suitcase once more, he returned to the bed and repositioned himself, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Would an asshole leave you tied to this bed all night?” he asked, revealing the small silver key he had retrieved from his suitcase. He held it in front of her face, his lips pursed. “Or maybe daddy should leave you like this all night after that little outburst.”

“No! I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean it,” she reached up to kiss him, frantic to be free of the handcuffs. “I’ll be good I promise, I’m sorry.”

His lips came crashing down on hers as he smothered her against the bed, moaning into her mouth. She heard a small click! and felt her wrists fall from the headboard. Wasting no time, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and weaving her fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, make me come daddy,” she gasped, breaking away from his lips momentarily.

“Don’t worry love, I plan to,” his voice rasped in her ear.

He threw her legs up over his shoulders before roughly forcing himself back into her. Holding her legs up over her he began pounding into her, the headboard smacking against the wall with each thrust. She gripped his shoulders as obscenities began spilling from her lips, begging him to keep going. She clenched herself around his cock, digging her nails into his skin, ripping a loud moan from his throat.

“Fuck baby girl…I’m gonna spill inside you if you keep that up,” he growled, tightening his grip on her.

“Do it,” she purred. “Come inside me, daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, thrusting into her faster as he felt his orgasm overcome him and he began filling her up. She drug her nails down his back, marking him for the rest of the week, as she felt his warmth spill inside of her, reaching down with one hand to rub her clit.

“Don’t,” he panted, swatting her hand away, immediately replacing it with his own. She laid back as he continued to thrust inside her and rub her clit, pushing her over the edge to her own orgasm. Gripping his arms, she screamed as she came around him, while he continued to thrust into her steadily so she could ride it out, whispering words of praise in her ear and telling her how much he loved her.

He collapsed on top of her, pulling out of her and letting his seed spill out of her on the blanket. Resting his head on her chest, they laid still, panting as they came down from ecstasy. Before either of them could say a word, they were jolted out of their haze by the sound of someone pounding on the opposite side of the wall. He looked up to see her holding a hand over her mouth as red creeped over her face.

“Don’t worry, they’re only mad that they aren’t getting any tonight,” he chuckled, pulling her hand away from her mouth to kiss her.

“You’re right, I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that we probably just kept them up for the entire night when they probably have somewhere to be early in the morning,” she giggled, eyeing the clock that now read 2:27 a.m.

Sitting upright, Tom patted her bum and she slid off the bed so he could discard the ruined blanket. After rolling it up and making sure the evidence of what they’d done was well hidden, he chunked it across the room and joined her under the sheets. He wormed an arm around her and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered, kissing the base of her neck.

Pulling him closer, she turned to leave a small kiss on his lips before letting sleep take her.

“I love you too.”

with a hint of sin || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 8,643

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (both receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex

author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.

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close, warm, real. (frank castle)

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

requested by @caryled!! i love my soft boy frankie…

no warnings on this one!!!

tags list: @voidobsession, @twinklyhood, @doct0rstrange!!!

When it rains in New York, it rains. It rains and rains and rains, cold and dismal and windy, and it’s virtually impossible to get anything done. Hell’s Kitchen currently resides under a massive swathe of dark stormclouds, dimming the already dingy streets into complete darkness and drenching everything in icy rain.

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Strawberry Pills.

// Jerome x reader.

Requested: Not really.

(Although, the idea did come from an Anon. Thanks Anon!)

Summary: Jerome is snooping through y/n’s drawers one day, and he finds a bottle of what he thinks are pills. He finds her and begins to tell her how perfect her mind is.

Need to know: Y/n and Jerome are a couple.

Rating: Fluff.

Warnings: Mild language.

Title: Strawberry Pills. //

 

When the bed shifts as y/n gets up, Jerome opens one eye, just enough to peek at her as she shuffles across the room. His eyes open more fully as he sits up.

“Where ya goin’?” He mutters, his voice still rough from sleep. Y/n glances over at him, smiling widely. Jerome’s gaze rakes her body, a smile slipping onto his face. In his sleepy state he can’t comprehend much, so he laughs softly as he tries to gather his thoughts. “Come back here…lay down for a while longer, y/n.” He rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes. “We could snuggle for a whil-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut. He lets out a long sigh as he rolls over again, staring longingly at the door. The sound of another door opening, and then the showering turning on. He sits up slowly, taking his time as he gets out of bed, walking over to his dresser. Jerome grabs a plain grey T-shirt and throws it on quickly, pulling a pair of black sweatpants on over his boxers. He arches his back, stretching slowly. Jerome stares at the door again, wishing that y/n would be done with her shower already so he could be near her again.

But, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes land on a small, white bottle half-hidden on her side of the bed, sitting in the cabinet. He walks over quickly. As he reaches out to grab the cabinet door, his foot catches on the rug. He tips forward, grabbing at the cabinet’s handle. His hand slams into and he closes his eyes briefly as he crashes to the ground, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His head tilts to the side as his eyes open, and he gets a sideways view of the small white bottle. It lays on its side on the floor, the cap half undone, the small, cylindrical pills peeking out from the darkness of the bottle. Jerome’s gaze widens as he reaches out, grabbing it angrily.

Just then, y/n bursts into the room, her wet hair hanging down and dripping all over, wetting the front of her grey tank top. Her gaze falls down to the scene in her front of her, and she covers her mouth, attempting to hide her laughter. Jerome stands up quickly.

“What the hell are these y/n?!” He shouts, shaking the bottle. Some of the small pills fly out of the bottle and scatter across the carpet. Y/n’s eyes widen slightly.

“Jerome, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what it looks like.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He growls. He moves forward quickly. “Listen to me kitten; you, you are perfect. But what you’re doing right now, taking these pills…” He shakes his head. “You’re being like them. And they are all prisoners. What everyone else calls sanity, that’s just a prison in their minds. This prison, it stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant, absurd machine! Wake up, y/n! Why would you want to be a cog? What happened to you? I thought you wanted to be free like me.” Jerome shakes his head angrily. “To do this to yourself, that’s dumb as hell y/n! You’re perfect the way you are, you’re wonderful. There’s not a damn thing you need to change about yourself.” He moves forward and sets the pills on the bedside table. Jerome puts one hand on y/n’s waist, and the other on her face. He pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her face. “You’re wonderful, kitten. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he caresses her face and places a soft kiss on her nose. “Your mind…” Jerome close his eyes and inhales deeply. “Your mind is the most beautiful thing about you. Why would you want to change that? You shouldn’t want to change that, y/n!” He opens his eyes and stares at her. “Promise me, promise me you’ll stop taking them. If you love me y/n, if you love me promise me. Promise me you won’t destroy your mind, promise me you won’t just conform to everyone else.”

“Jerome…” A small laugh escapes y/n’s lips, although she is trying to be as serious as possible.

“You think this is funny?” Jerome snarls, moving over to the bed side table quickly and picking up the bottle. “This isn’t funny, kitten, I swea-”

“Jerome! Those are vitamins,” she interrupts him, covering her mouth to suppress her giggles. Jerome’s mouth falls open as he stares at her in shock.

No.” He breathes.

Yes,” y/n laughs and moves forward, taking one out and popping it in his mouth. A repulsed look crosses Jerome’s face, and then it slowly shifts to confusion. “Jerome…they’re vitamins. Gummy vitamins. I could see how you could mistake them for pills-that is what the look like- but I’m not taking any sort of medicine like that.” Jerome backs away from her, giving her the stink eye as he chews the vitamin. “Oh, come on Jerome, don’t be like that.” She moves forward to hug him and he crosses his arms, lifts his head up, and turns around, all the while still chewing the gummy. Y/n moves to stand in front of him, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jerome…” He finishes chewing and swallows roughly.

“Who the hell buys vitamins that look like real medicine?”

“They were pink, and smelled like strawberries.”

So?” Jerome scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t believe you let me get so worked up. You could’ve said something, y/n. You could’ve told me before.”

“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she laughs and shakes her head. “I am sorry Jerome, but you have to admit: you overreacted.”

Jerome gasps loudly and places a hand over his heart. “Kitten,” he mumbles, leaning down and kissing her cheek. His facial expression loses all of his anger from before. He pulls y/n to him, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, kitten.” He mumbles. “I was worried.” She smiles.

“I know, Jerome. I’m not angry.” He stands up straight, and huffs.

“Well I’m still bitter that you just let me ramble on.” With that, he turns around and bounces out the door.

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Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Requested: No 

A/N: Yay I am finally back with another fanfic! I am so sorry for the very long wait, school had been keeping me very busy. This is my first Sherlock imagine and I am starting to get used to the different characters’ personalities. Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

*****

“You like her.” John states as soon as she leaves the flat, turning to look Sherlock in the eyes. Sherlock turns away quickly, his brown curls bouncing madly as he stood up from his chair.

“That is absurd, John. I see that spending time with me hasn’t made you any less of an idiot.” he proceeds to pace around the small flat, his eyes occasionally wandering to where her figure stood just moments ago. He could still feel the essence of her presence lingering. He wished that she was still standing there.

“Oh, stop denying it, Sherlock. I know a person with feelings when I see one, though I can’t say the same for you.” John replies cockily with a chuckle, completely ignoring Sherlock’s attempt at shutting him up.

“I don’t have feelings!” Sherlock snaps, his teeth bared in a scowl. “I can’t like her, I can’t have feelings-”

“Oh don’t be silly Sherlock, you’re human…I think. Of course you have feelings-”

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

John’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape as Sherlock falls back into his chair, putting his head in his hands. John lets the silence sink in, still processing the fact that the emotionless consulting detective before him did in fact like (Y/N).

It was true that (Y/N) was already in a relationship, one that neither Sherlock nor John approved of. It was rather one-sided, her boyfriend never really cared for her and always relied on her to do things for him when he’d never offer anything in return. Nevertheless, she insisted that they loved each other and that it was meant to be. She had just visited Baker Street to hang out with John and Sherlock before celebrating her one year anniversary with the guy and was now getting ready for her big night.

“Sherlock, I’m so sorry.” John finally murmurs, sitting across from him in his chair. The detective looked miserable and John realized with a pang that Sherlock was only truly happy when his favourite people were in the room. John Watson is one of course, but (Y/N) was also a key to filling the missing pieces of the detective’s heart.

“Why is it that people say sorry when it is not even their fault?” Sherlock mutters, standing up and grabbing his long black coat. “I don’t understand why innocent people blame it on themselves when there are others who are guilty.”

He shrugs his coat on and ties his scarf so tightly around his neck that John was afraid that he might choke himself. He heads down the stairs, his shoes echoing every time he took a step.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” John asks suddenly, though he already knew the answer.

“I’m going out for a walk, isn’t it obvious?” he calls, his voice faint. John hears the black door slam shut and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was very obvious where he was actually going.

*****

(Y/N) stood in front of the fancy restaurant, shivering from the cold. They had promised to meet there 30 minutes ago, but to no avail had he arrived. Wearing nothing but a sheer sleeved knee length dress and a rather painful pair of heels, she waited, shuffling from foot to foot in attempts to warm up

Sherlock arrived momentarily and takes a sharp intake of breath when he saw her. She had definitely glammed up for the occasion, ditching the ponytail and letting her hair fall in loose curls around her shoulders. She had also traded her comfy flats for some killer heels, giving the already confident girl a boost in demeanour. Her dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. She truly was beautiful, with or without fancy attire. Sherlock gulped as he approached her, silently sliding in, to stand right beside her.

“Finally!” she exclaims, a look of annoyance plain on her usually happy face. She turned to face the man beside her. “I thought you were never going to show-”

She stopped mid sentence as she realized that it was Sherlock. Her annoyance seemed to melt away, and it was soon replaced with a smile.

“Sherlock!” she says, happily. “I thought you were someone else. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was just taking a stroll when I saw you.” she nodded, and Sherlock tried his best to sound as natural as possible. She shivered, her breath visible in the frosty air and Sherlock’s eyes widened with worry,

“Here, take my coat.” Sherlock murmurs, taking off his dark coat and putting it swiftly over her shoulders.

“No, I couldn’t.” she protested. “What about you?”

“I’m quite alright.”

She looked at him, a bit curious. It wasn’t every day you saw Sherlock going out of his way to do something caring for anyone. It felt odd and definitely suspicious. Not that she minded, she loved the feeling of the warm coat wrapped around her. It smelled distinctly of Sherlock. She discreetly inhaled his scent when he wasn’t looking. The girl smiled into the fabric, it felt comforting and right.

“I don’t want you to contaminate the flat next time you come over, it’s really quite terrible for my health and the severed body parts in the fridge when there are unwanted bacteria floating in the air.” Sherlock quickly added, trying to sound more like his bitter self. He couldn’t let his guard down, not yet.

She frowned, slightly disappointed that his bitterness had returned, but shrugged it off. It was normal for Sherlock to behave like that. Though she did love it when his occasional more caring character came to visit.

They stood in silence, side by side. Sherlock couldn’t take the ignorance of silence much longer, he had to tell her.

“Look, (Y/N). I need to tell you something-” he starts, his words rolling very quickly off his tongue as if he was going to start explaining an ‘obvious’ deduction. However, it was too late. Sherlock heard rather obnoxious footsteps and turned to face (Y/N)’s boyfriend, who didn’t look like he was hurrying at all.

“You’re late.” Sherlock hissed, wanting nothing more than to wipe the idiotic look off of the other man’s face. He smelled faintly of alcohol, his feet unsteady underneath him.

“Big deal. At least I’m here now.” the man says without a care, reaching down to grab (Y/N)’s hand. She looks at it for a millisecond before taking it hesitantly. Something that any other ordinary person wouldn’t have caught, however, Sherlock was no ordinary person.

“Why are you still here? You can leave now.” (Y/N)’s boyfriend snaps, practically dragging her inside. She gave Sherlock a helpless shrug and allowed herself to be towed inside.

Sherlock stares after them, wondering how such an amazing person like (Y/N) could be stuck with a person like him. Sherlock decided that he’d be staying for a while, despite her boyfriend’s wishes.

*****

Sherlock peered over his menu, watching the couple at the next table. (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table repeatedly, Sherlock knew this as a sign as to when she was annoyed or exasperated. Possibly both at that moment.

“Excuse me, sir?” a waiter comes up to Sherlock’s lonely table for the fifth time that night. “You’ve been here for an hour now and you still haven’t ordered anything. Is there anything on the menu that looks appetizing to you? May I suggest the-”

“A cup of tea please.” Sherlock cuts him off, eyes still glued to (Y/N)’s table.

“But sir, you’ve already had three-”

Tea, please.” Sherlock repeats, turning his head to face him, his eyes piercing into the ones of the slightly terrified looking waiter.
He nods, sighs and rushes off.

“You don’t deserve me!” Sherlock’s head snaps back to the other table when he heard someone shout. It was the wretched boyfriend. “I deserve much better than you!”

Her boyfriend had stood up, hands on the white-clothed table, looking beyond annoyed. (Y/N)’s head was in her hands, her figure shaking.

“Wrong.” Sherlock says abruptly, startling the two. The other man growled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“And you bring psychopaths with you! What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong. Again!” Sherlock exclaims, jumping from his seat. “I’m a high-functioning sociopath, and she deserves better than you.”

“Why you-”

“Ah, ah.” Sherlock tuts, shutting the guy up with a single glare. “Tell me; did you notice? Do you notice anything different, anything at all?”

The man she deserved better than opened his mouth to say something (Sherlock presumed he would say something stupid) and stood dumbfounded, glaring at the consulting detective.

“Notice what?” he asked quietly, ashamed of not knowing and feeling stupid under the detective’s cold stare.

“Hmm, I don’t know maybe the fact that she bought a new outfit for tonight or the fact that she let her hair out of the ponytail and ditched the jeans and sneakers. Or maybe you could’ve noticed the new fragrance she decided to test out when she realized that you preferred the smell of fruit opposed to flowers. You could have complimented her and made her day, women like that don’t you know? Shows you’re considerate. Oh, but let’s not talk about only the changes in her appearance, no!” Sherlock rants, his words quick, tumbling over each other. “Let’s talk about everything she does for you, you idiot.”

“I really don’t think-” her boyfriend starts but Sherlock cuts him off, he was on a roll.

“Let’s see, first off, she reserved this table for you because you were too careless to even remember your anniversary. Oh, and might I mention she specifically booked a table far from the open windows because she was considering your allergies.”

“How did you-”

“You carry around eye drops and allergy pills around in your pockets, it’s really quite obvious. Now stop interrupting me! Now, where was I? Ah, yes. You might not realize it but she keeps you out of trouble all the time. Does your taxes, pays the rent and does everything to make you as happy as possible! She sacrifices her time and energy for you. But what do you do in return? A simple ‘thank you’ or an act that showed you cared would be nice but no! You stay out late, not even bothering to give her a heads up and thus making her sit awake until you get back home so she can sleep knowing that you got home safely. Should I go on?” he pauses to take a breath, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. “You flirt with other women but then you get angry at her for simply hugging an old friend. You ignore relationship problems and never initiate conversations. You arrive late to your anniversary and leave this incredible woman to wait by herself in the cold while you mingle with strangers at a bar!”

(Y/N) gasps and Sherlock flinches at the sound. For a second, he forgot that she was there.

You simply don’t care.” Sherlock says, coming to a conclusion.

“You don’t know this! You don’t know anything about our life, about my life!” the other man yells, shaking with rage while pointing a finger menacingly at Sherlock. He simply raises and eyebrow in answer. “You don’t know her like I do! I know her best!”

“Oh, but darling,” Sherlock whispers, coming so close to the other man’s face that their noses almost touched. “If you really did know her, you would have noticed. You would’ve noticed that she has stopped falling for you.”

The man opens his mouth to spat something in Sherlock’s smart face before thinking against it. He turned to face (Y/N) instead.

“Us? Yeah, it’s not a thing anymore. It’s-”

“No,” she says, standing up and interrupting him mid-sentence. “You always get the last word. It’s finally my turn. It’s over.”

Her faint, but powerful voice rings in their ears as her final words escape her mouth. Whether she regretted her decision or not, it was too late now.

“I suggest you leave before your ignorance starts to get contagious.” Sherlock mumbles to the enraged man. He doesn’t move.

Leave.” Sherlock repeats more aggressively. “You are no longer welcome in (Y/N)’s life.”

The man leaves without saying another word, stopping only for a second to glare at (Y/N), before leaving her life forever. She sinks back down into her seat as he exits the restaurant, resting her head on the table. Sherlock begins to walk out as well, knowing that he was probably unwelcome to comfort her.

“Sherlock, please don’t go.” she murmurs, just quietly enough that only he could hear what she had said. He nods, assuming the chair across from her, patiently waiting. What for, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Do you really pay that much attention to me? Did you really notice all those things?” she finally asks, bringing her head up from the table just enough to look him shyly in the eyes. “Or did John give you subtle hints before you left the flat?”

She laughs gently, and he smiles.

“Oh darling, I notice everything about you - and so much more.”

*****

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Return to the Isle: Part 2


Request: Can I have a harry hook x reader where the reader is carlos’s twin sister and goes to auradon with them and then also comes back to rescue Ben. When they’re on the isle she is captured with ben by harry because they know how much Carlos loves her and that will help convince the vks to bring the wand. Then can you do fluff where she ends up falling for harry eventually. I hope this makes sense haha. Also, I love your writing!!

Warnings: Fluff, kidnapping, fluff, mentions of abuse, and did I mention fluff?

Words: 1,587

A/N: Due to much demand, here is Part 2 of Return to the Isle! And since she asked, @chloe-skywalker  you have been tagged!

‘Oh no.’ [Y/N] thought to herself as Harry Hook, the only son of Captain Hook, grabbed her by her arm and began to forcefully pull [Y/N] towards Uma’s ship, him being far too strong for her to be able for her to pull herself free of his grip.

“Hook, let me go!” [Y/N] pleaded, doing her best to pull herself free of his grip, which only seemed to cause him to tighten his grip even further before he got annoyed and picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as though she were nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

“Love, quit struggling. You’re seriously making this difficult.” Harry said nonchalantly, as though he wasn’t completely kidnapping you. “Uma!” Harry called when he stepped onto the ship, the turquoise haired girl turning around upon hearing her name and grinning when she saw what Harry had brought.

“Perfect!” She shouted happily, coming over to Harry and [Y/N] as Harry sat her down, grabbing some rope to tie her to a pole. “Now they’ll have no choice but to bring the wand. Mal will want her little boyfriend back, and Carlos will be willing to do anything to get his sister back safely. Hook, you are a genius!” Uma said, bouncing up and down similar to a child who just learned she got what she wanted for Christmas.

“He’ll never hand over the wand!” [Y/N] argued, although she already knew that they would. With it being a fake wand, there was no reason for them not to hand it over right away. Although she had to make it seem as though it were going to be the real one.

Uma rolled her eyes at [Y/N]’s argument, laughing as she tapped her on the cheek. “But he will. Your brother has always been soft when it comes to you. It’s pathetic, really…Hook, make sure she doesn’t cut herself free somehow. You know how the De Vil kids are.” Uma said before leaving to go attend to some final details.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, Harry spoke first, which surprised [Y/N]. “You look good.” He said simply, polishing his hook, to which [Y/N] scoffed.

“Like you knew what I looked like before I left.” She said, looking away and towards the inner part of the Isle, her wondering if Carlos has noticed her absence yet. Surely he had. Carlos always noticed when something was wrong when it came to [Y/N].

This time it was Harry’s turn to scoff. “Please, of course I did. You and I had every class together up until high school, remember? We used to play together until your mother got angry at you that one day.” Harry said, letting out a small sigh after he thought a little bit. “I’m surprised you came back. I thought you hated it here.”

“I do.” [Y/N] said, looking at him. “But I love Carlos. If he comes back, so do I. He’s all I have. Wherever he goes, I go.” She said, sighing some as she looked down at her feet, then Harry sighed and stood up, looking over the water before looking back at [Y/N], something else in his eyes that she couldn’t quite name, although it was there for just a moment before the same cold look went back to his eyes.

“Whatever, [Y/N]… whatever.” He said, going behind her and tightening the ropes before leaving, and [Y/N] laid her head back against the pole to think, her eyes closing since that would help.

A million thoughts raced through her mind. A lot of them involved trying to escape, trying to find a way to warn Carlos and the others, or even just a way to convince Uma and the others to just let them go. But no matter what she thought about, her mind drifted back to Harry, trying to decipher the look in his eyes.

Disdain? No, that wasn’t it…[Y/N] knew Harry’s look of disdain. Anger? That definitely wasn’t it, Harry’s angry look could cause even a mummy to drop dead. It seemed more…hurt? Yeah, that was it. But why would he be hurt? They never were friends, not since they were small children, when their bond was rivaled only by the bond [Y/N] had with Carlos.

~Flashback~

“Harry!” A young [Y/N] screamed with laughter, Harry standing above her with his hand forming a hook with his index finger.

“Aye! I got ye now, lassie! Prepare to walk the plank!” A six-year-old Harry said with an overly exaggerated pirate accent, even for him. Although Harry didn’t look threatening, his hair was in his eyes and the fake eye patch he wore was too big for his face so it kept sliding down.

“Please no, Captain Harry! I’ll do anything! I’ll join your pirate crew if you’ll let me live!” [Y/N] laughed loudly as she pretended to try to shield herself, laughing as she tried to ‘plead’ with the young pirate.

“A girl can’t be a pirate!” Harry said, still pretending to be a pirate just like his dad, grinning as he stood tall, one of his front teeth missing from an accident he had had while trying to play with a sword too heavy for him.

“Yes a girl can!” She argued, looking around and picking up a stick and holding it like a sword, which made Harry laugh again so he joined her, the two of them starting their own little sword battle, jumping around and chasing each other through the streets of the Isle, their laughter echoing through the crowd.

Suddenly when [Y/N] turned around, he wasn’t there. “Harry?” She called out to him, looking around and lowering her imaginary sword. “Harry!” She yelled again, jumping when suddenly someone grabbed her, turning around and seeing Harry standing there, a mischievous grin on his face, as per usual. “Harry Hook! Don’t do that, you scared me! I was worried!” [Y/N] scolded, hitting his arm with the stick and crossing her arms as he laughed.

“Oh come on, [Y/N], it’s just a bit of fun! Why were you worried? Do you looooooove me?” Harry teased with a laugh, grinning a wide grin before he looked over when the shrill voice of Cruella De Vil rang through the crowd.

“[Y/N] DE VIL!” Cruella screamed, and fear immediately went through her young body as she watched her mother approach her, fury in her eyes. “You didn’t take the trash out again! This is the third time this month!” Cruella screamed, grabbing her young daughter before looking at Harry, realizing what had happened. [Y/N] ditched chores to play.

“Momma, I swear I-” [Y/N] began to say, her imaginary fear replaced with the all too real version, her mother being the one person she was truly afraid of.

“You are never to see this boy again, do you hear me? You’ll be sorry if I ever catch you with him again!” Cruella shouted, shoving her young daughter away from the young pirate, who watched on in shock as his only friend at the time was taken away.

~End of Flashback~

In that moment, she realized just why Harry was hurt with what she had said. [Y/N] had Harry along with Carlos. He was her friend. The memory had even jogged a little something else… [Y/N] remembered that she had a crush on the son of Captain Hook during her childhood. The years of isolation from him having caused her to forget her feelings. But now, along with the memory of a dear friend, they have returned.

But [Y/N] knew she wouldn’t be able to talk to Harry, not yet…not now. She had to buy her time.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. While she was glad to be reunited with her brother again, she stopped to look at Harry before she ran after the VK’s. “You guys go ahead…I have some business to take care of.” [Y/N] said to her friends, looking up at them and then looking at Carlos, who had a clear expression of worry. “Seriously…I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you at the limo in five minutes.” She assured him before going to find Harry.

It took less than thirty seconds to find the sopping wet pirate, he was feverishly trying to dry off his vest. “Hook!” [Y/N] said as she approached him, and he looked at her in confusion, opening his mouth to say something when she, for the first time in her life, was bold about something. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and kissed him, pulling away after a moment. “I remember…I remember.” She said softly as she looked at him.

Harry at first was confused, then it hit him like a ton of bricks; giving her the all too familiar grin from their childhood as he put his hands on her waist, pulling her close and returning her kiss. “I was beginning to wonder, love.” He breathed against her lips.

The pair stood like that as long as possible, before she had to pull herself away. “Come to Auradon with me…please. You can be so much more than this.” She whispered as she looked up into his ocean blue eyes, able to see the wheels turning in his head before he grinned.

“The Isle was getting boring anyway.”

lai guanlin|best friends to lovers

Originally posted by lookgoodkpop

member: lai guanlin
genre: fluff
summary: you were always known as the “tomboy” playing basketball with the guys and your best friend was lai guanlin who of course you liked but you knew he would never like you in that way. how could you? the tomboy? well one late night, a shooting contest and a broken high heel is the answer to all your questions.
requested: yes

  • you were part of the basketball team and guess what, you were the only girl in the team
  • you were definitely one of the best players in the team which is why you got in the first place 
  • a lot of the guys protested at first but after seeing you beat basically all of them which led to you just teasing and smirking at them they became glad you were on the team 
  • all the guys basically treated you like one of them
  • they would always call you bro and dude and basically in their eyes you were a guy
  • you weren’t the most feminine girl you admit and you really didn’t care about your appearance that much
  • but you weren’t THAT bad
  • you were good friends with all the guys there but you were close with guanlin in particular
  • you guys became best friends when everyone had a goal shooting competition and you won even beating guanlin the best shooter in the team 
  • before you, of course
  • he was so upset but you cheered him up by getting fast food for him at like 11pm because it was a really late practice
  • you guys became playfully competitive and always tried to score more goals than the other
  • both of you had a lot of classes together so you guys would always do your homework together, complain about school and spend a lot of time together
  • so eventually you became so close and ended up being best friends 
  • guanlin was super popular with all the girls but he was always so shy and cold around them that he got nicknamed “the cold handsome prince”
  • you both found it quite amusing
  • you always laughed and giggled when he got a confession because he always looked so unsure and flustered but everytime he’d reject the girl
  • and everytime he did your heart soared a little bit
  • you never knew why he always rejected all the gorgeous popular girls who were all cheerleaders, pretty, smart, girly and always looked good
  • and hung out with you, the school’s tomboy 
  • you were known as the school’s tomboy always playing basketball with the guys
  • wearing sweatpants and sport shirts
  • you had a nice, warm and down to earth personality but a sharp tongue and quick wit 
  • and you didn’t take anyone’s bullshit especially the girls who tried to bully you for hanging out with guanlin
  • that ended really badly, you ended up verbally sparing with them, and of course winning embarassing them in front of the whole school when they tried to bully you in front of everyone 
  • and when guanlin found out he was literally about to just beat them to a pulp completely disregarding the fact he might get suspended and you convinced him not to, instead 
  • he basically paid someone to “accidentally” get their cafeteria’s lunch all over the girls clothes and hair
  • it was hilairous for you at least, definitely not the girls 
  • anyways unfortunately for you being the school tomboy and one of the “guys” is not always the best
  • especially when you have a huge crush on your best friend
  • how could you not?
  • guanlin was so sweet, caring, funny and gorgeous
  • he always took care of you making sure you get enough sleep
  • giving you a cup of coffee when you’ve had a rough night
  • lending you his jacket when you’re cold
  • calming you down before a game or a test
  • he was so sweet and kind towards you
  • you couldn’t help but fall for him big time
  • but you knew he saw you as just as one of the guys in a way like his sister
  • being protective when other guys make a move and when you demanded him to explain he would always tell you that they weren’t good enough for you
  • one instance there was a sunbae in your team called min yoongi he asked you out to watch a basketball game with him and you were going to accept because yoongi was a great guy and you could totally see yourself liking him i love yoongi sm
  • guanlin just before you said yes interrupted saying extremely coldly a bit pissed off even “no, she can’t go since i already got front row tickets for both of us” he wrapped his arm around you protectively
  • your heart fluttered is he jealous? you thought, of course not you chided yourself why would he like you??
  • “wait what, guanlin you never told me” you said confused
  • ”i was going to surprise you, sorry” he said sheepishly
  • ”oh well, i’m sorry yoongi-ssi maybe next time?” you said apologetically
  • he smiled very relaxed “sure, y/n-ssi but i think someone might not like it” he ended the comment with a wink
  • you were perplexed cause you/me/everyone reading is a bloody idiot
  • you always wished and hoped that he might like you back but you never thought he ever would
  • so you tried to not to think about it and never show any signs that you actually like him
  • it was so hard to be in love with your best friend especially when he would never be yours
  • but you never noticed the longing looks he’d give you
  • hugging you a bit longer and tighter than any other girl
  • smiling his adorable gummy smile whenever you score cause he’s proud his girl did that
  • super protective over you 
  • lmao wish guys like this existed in real life
  • always so jealous of the guys who can be super flirty with you
  • he’s always liked you since the first time you beat him at the goal shooting contest
  • and unluckily he ended up in the best friend zone
  • he’s tried everything and always took care of you but you’d always take it as a friendly gesture
  • because you were so oblivious to how he feels he thinks that you had no interest in him at all
  • both of you struggling with your feelings having no idea you like each other
  • forgive me for making this infuriating cause of their cluelessness but it’s adorable 
  • anyways it was the final game of the league and all of the team was so nervous
  • you kept fidgeting and bouncing up and down, looking like you were either gonna throw a chair, do a happy dance and sob all at the same time
  • guanlin surprisingly hugged you and whispered in your ear “we’re gonna win, we’ve worked so hard”
  • you hugged him back tightly enjoying the feeling of warmth and safety in his arms
  • luckily you guys won the final and you were so happy because you scored the winning goal but guanlin was your amazing assist
  • as the timer beeped signaling the game ended 
  • you basically ran into guanlin’s arms and he spun you around and then lifted you up onto his and daniel’s shoulders
  • with everyone cheering your name
  • it was an amazing night for you and to top it all off 
  • for celebration your coach said he would take you all out to his sister’s super fancy restaurant so he said to dress up
  • and damn all the guys looked so good in fitted suits
  • your eyes couldn’t help but just stare at guanlin the suit making him look more taller, his shoulders broader, and just all his gorgeous facial features pronounced
  • he looked like some sort of model your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the sight of him
  • you didn’t really notice all the guys staring at you really intently until they asked
  • ”woah, y/n is that really you?”
  • ”of course it’s me who else would it be?” you say feeling conscious of how you looked like
  • you touch your hair it’s so much softer and silkier than usual down in pretty waves instead of the harsh ponytail you always wear
  • you smooth out your gorgeous dress which was fitted strapless dress with a flowy bottom which came just above the knees
  • ”you look beautiful!” all the guys say super kindly
  • you blush and reply “thanks guys, you all look handsome too”
  • guanlin is staring at you in absolute adoration but of course you don’t notice yes you’re blind don’t mind yourself ;)
  • anyways you guys start eating dinner and you’re talking to jinyoung about this girl he likes but he can never talk to her so he acts like a dick to her (*hint* *hint*)
  • across the table guanlin in complaining to his hyungs
  • ”wow y/n looks amazing, i wish i could tell her but she’ll probably think i’m a creep, ughhhh” he’d complain to daniel who’s shovelling food into his mouth
  • with his mouth full of food he’d say “just confess and ask her out i’m sure she likes you”
  • ”ew hyung gross, don’t speak with your mouth full” daehwi would complain
  • ”yah! guanlin-ah just confess literally everyone can see how much you guys like each other except for you two” jihoon would say
  • ”yeah yeah yeah maybe” guanlin would respond dismissively thinking his hyungs wanted to embarrass him in front of you and not that you actually like him
  • anyways dinner was really good and everyone has a fun time by the end of it your coach asked if you all could get back home safely
  • everyone nodded until jonghyun suddenly said “someone needs to go with y/n it’s really late and i want her to be safe”
  • you smile appreciatively, jonghyun was an older brother to you but you shook your head saying
  • ”nah it’s okay i get home by myself on really late practices as well”
  • all the guys refused
  • you were dumbfounded “i appreciate it guys but why do you guys care so much, you guys never did before???”
  • then of course seongwoo made a cheeky side comment “it’s cause you actually like a lady for once” he said with a warm smile so you know he’s joking
  • you shove him playfully back in response
  • ”don’t worry about it hyungs i’ll take her home” guanlin said with a reassuring smile at you
  • your heart fluttered again as it always does when guanlin smiled his adorable gummy smile
  • you guys left saying goodbyes to everyone
  • everyone kept whispering stuff to guanlin who always ended up groaning
  • you’ll later learn the guys even including your coach set this thing all up so guanlin could finally confess to you
  • which you laughed your head off for 10 minutes because your 48 year old coach was the one who actually suggested the idea because he was so sick of you guys not getting together
  • anyways
  • you guys talk comfortably the whole time back to your house
  • you get cold half way walking you start shivering until you feel something big and warm around your shoulders
  • it’s guanlin’s blazer
  • he rubs the back of his neck nervously saying “you looked cold and i’m not cold and i didn’t want you to catch a cold, i said cold a lot of times didn’t i? he ended with an awkward chuckle
  • your heart warms and you wrap the jacket tighter around you and thank guanlin sweetly for it
  • you spot a park with an empty basketball court and a basketball in the corner
  • you tug at guanlin’s shirt and exclaim loudly while pointing at him excitedly 
  • “I CHALLENGE YOU TO ANOTHER SHOOT OFF”
  • he groans and whines “but you alwayssss win do you really want to hurt my ego. AGAIN.”
  • “oh come on i’m wearing these shoes i don’t think i can win” you said showing off your black stiletto heels
  • he knew you had to jump when you shoot a goal and his competitive side got the best of him so he agreed
  • bad idea you ended up winning by one point
  • he was in the lead the first few rounds but you ended up getting so pissed off at your heels you threw them to the edge of the court so you could play bare feet
  • guanlin face fell when he saw you take them off
  • you then proceeded into shooting a spectacular 3 pointer and smirked at him
  • guanlin just put his head in his hands and ruffled his hair annoyed
  • as you shoot the last goal making you 30 points and him 29 you scream in delight
  • running around shouting “I WON, I WON”
  • after you calmed down a bit, you went over to comfort him because he looked a bit upset
  • “guanlin-ahh cheer up, i might be the better goal shooter but we all know you’re a better defender and dribbler than i am so cheer up” you saw sweetly
  • “yeah i know you always beat me in shooting contests, that’s one of the reasons why i fell for you, you know the first shooting cont-” guanlin abruptly stops his sentence and his eyes widen looking at you extremely flustered and anxiously
  • your mouth is wide open, you’re not sure you heard it right but
  • GUANLIN LIKES YOU??!!!
  • your brain just goes completely haywire 
  • and all the feelings for him that you have feel like they’re going to burst out of your chest at any second
  • before you can make a complete fool out of yourself and blurt out your own confession
  • guanlin does before you 
  • “oh shit shit shit ummmm i was supposed to confess more romantically like at your door step or something and like be a gentleman, at least that’s what minhyun said” he rambles and before you can say anything he continues
  • “uhhh so basically i’ve been in love with you since our first shooting contest, my confidence was so low but you cheered me up and was so sweet to me even buying me fast food”
  • “i remember you asking me near the end of the night what type of girl i liked and the only answer i could think was, y-you.” he stammered cutely 
  • “and that’s the only answer it’s been since then and like i totally understand if you don’t like me and like i know it might be awkward but we could still be best friends?” he rambled and ended so uncertainly
  • you smiled at him and said softly “guanlin you’re only going to be my best friend” and you could see his face falling and you couldn’t help but blurt the rest of your sentence out seeing his heartbroken face
  • “AND MY BOYFRIEND” you say beaming in delight
  • his face light up “actually?!” he exclaims
  • “mhmm, i’ve liked you since that night as well you know” you end with a laugh
  • and before you know it you had the most safe, familiar and warm pair of arms around you
  • as you snuggled into his chest and you automatically knew he was home
  • you guys walk hand in hand back to your house talking about your feelings and why you guys hid it from each other
  • until as you were walking with only three blocks to go your heel broke
  • you groan and take of both shoes and was about to start walking again
  • and SWOOP you’re lifted into guanlin’s arms bridal style and your face was so close your noses were nearly touching
  • he told you 
  • “i love you, y/n which mean i need to take care of you and if that means carrying you all the way to your home because your heels broke that’s what i’ll do” he says with a chuckle showcasing his adorable dimples and gorgeous gummy smile
  • your heart melts like fondue and you sweetly peck him on the cheek 
  • ‘thank you and i love you too, guanlin”
  • you lean your head onto his chest and just feeling like a princess
  • he whispers cheesy pick up lines and jokes to make you giggle as he walks to your house
  • as you reach your front door he lets you gently down and jokingly bows
  • “i was glad to be able to serve my princess” he says cheekily making you shove him lightly while chuckling
  • “thank you so much, my prince charming” you say with a curtsey 
  • you guys burst out laughing 
  • suddenly he cups your cheek and slowly leans forward  that went from 0-100 quick
  • you close your eyes waiting for his soft lips to reach yours
  • something you’ve wanted to forever
  • and your lips meet cautiously and the kiss is so soft, sweet and smooth just like honey 
  • you can feel him smiling a little as he’s kissing you and a little bit of you died
  • and kisses you even deeper while bringing you closer to him
  • you guys break apart 
  • you’re steadying your heart rate and trying to ignore the tingling on your lips 
  • you whisper softly “goodnight guanlin, thank you for always being my prince charming, sweet dreams” you say cheesily 
  • “goodnight y/n, remember you’ll always be my princess, dream of me” he said softly kissing you on the forehead
  • you enter into your house as he leaves
  • and your mum is there leaning against the wall smirking
  • you groan, you know she saw/heard everything but suprisingly she only asks one question 
  • “so what is guanlin now to you, your best friend or your boyfriend”
  • you say while smiling “both, he’ll always be both, my boyfriend and my best friend” 

OKAY DON’T HATE ME FOR MAKING ANOTHER BASKETBALL GUANLIN SCENARIO IT WAS REQUESTED!! I tried to make it as different as possible, sorry if this was too much like last time :( also it’s pretty messy and all over the place so sorryyy. I still hope you guys enjoyed it! Just to let everyone know I made a masterlist so all the scenarios will be easily accesible. Anyways again thank you so much for the overwhelming amount of love and support. Don’t be afraid to message me, i’d love to talk to any of you guys!

Bloom — Part III — Winter

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.

The day before she left, her wish was granted.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.

“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a  grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”

“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.

“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.

“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”

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When I Was Your Man // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt/Song: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Fingering, Cheating, Swearing, and Angst.

Word Count: 7,956 (No ragrets. I like detail, okay? I enjoy making you feel like you’re just as involved in the story as the characters are. So, sue me.)

Disclaimer: I don’t know who the gif belongs to because I found it on Google, but credit to them none-the-less.

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Wiping his clammy hands down on his crimson red pants and taking a much needed deep breath, Stiles Stilinski walked into the loud dance club to attend his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party. Which he technically wasn’t invited to but went anyway, because the man knew no boundaries. He did know, however, that she probably didn’t want to see him ever again and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stay away. He absolutely hates that he had to continuously lie to protect the woman he loved, the woman he still loves, from the supernatural world but what he truly hates the most is that he’d have to constantly let her down because of it.

He’s lost count of all the times he had to cancel on their dates because someone in this chaotic town needed saving or how many times he had to try to come up with excuses to cover up his secret only for her to see right through them everytime. It broke Stiles’ heart to know that he continuously deceived her, but he knew that he had no other choice since he didn’t want her anywhere near the danger the pack always faced.

The day she ended things with him is the day Stiles hates the most in his life. He couldn’t handle the way she cried as she told him all of the nights she spent sobbing because of him or all of the times she felt betrayed because her own boyfriend would deny telling her the truth whenever she asked. Stiles’ heart shattered when he watched her walk away from him, never turning back, and it still remains that way. It’s already been two months since they broke up, but the wounds were definitely still open.

“Stiles?” He heard a voice call over the loud music and the human instantly turned around to see a familiar redhead. “Is that really you?”

“Yes, Lyds.” He smiled at her shocked face. “It’s me.”

“You seriously came to your ex-girlfriend’s party without an invite?” Lydia smirked, now chuckling along with him. “How daring of you.”

“What can I say?” Stiles shrugged. “I’m a badass by nature.”

The laughter that erupted from the banshee’s throat should’ve offended him, but Stiles laughed along with her instead. They both knew Stiles was a big softie and not exactly a badass, but he could still be tough whenever it was truly necessary.

“Of course you are.” The redhead snickered, lightly patting him on his broad shoulder. “But, I would avoid staying here if I were you.”

“And why is that?” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, surprised when she, suddenly, stopped being in a light-hearted mood and became serious.

“You don’t know?” Lydia cleared her throat, nervous now that she realizes she’s the one who has tell one of her best friends the bad news. That without a doubt will hurt him even more than he already was.

“Know what?” Stiles asked, now anxious along with her. “Lydia, you’re scaring me.”

“S-She has a boyfriend.”

The second those words came out of her mouth, Stiles’ already broken heart dropped down into his stomach and shattered even more, which he honestly didn’t think was possible. A gaping and bleeding hole took the place where he once had a beating heart. Stiles felt as if the Winter Soldier himself had punched into his chest with his powerful metal arm and he was officially done for. It doesn’t even matter what Stiles does to try and fix himself, he’s now always going to be broken.

“A boyfriend?” He asked, his voice weak and Lydia winced at how pained he sounded.

The redhead just nodded, turning herself around to point to the couple wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor as they moved their bodies to the beat of the deafening music. Stiles reluctantly followed the direction of her finger and bit down on his bottom lip to somehow keep from crying when he saw the girl he so desperately loved dancing beautifully. He watched in awe at the way her hair bounced against her shoulders as she happily sang the words to a song Stiles had never heard before. But, he already liked it just by the way she seemed to. Jealousy and hurt flooded his body at the sight of some unknown guy dancing closely to her with his hands gripping her waist, the same waist Stiles held onto whenever they were intimate. The same hips he loved planting kisses on when he moved lower and lower down her body until he reached the area she desired him the most.

“I should probably go.” Stiles stated, trying to swallow the hard lump in his dry throat.

“Yeah,” Lydia nodded, but then smirked with an idea. “Or you could get a quick drink first. It is open bar after all.”

Tearing his eyes away from the painful scene, Stiles looked down at the banshee and nodded. Lydia smiled and lead them through the sweaty crowd and towards the bar, the smell of alcohol getting stronger with every step they took.

“Bartender!” Lydia called once they reached it, slamming her hands down on the counter. “Can you get me two beers, please?”

“Two beers coming right up.” The polite man smiled and pulled out the two their drinks from under the counter.

He snapped the tops off with a specific tool and slid the beers over to the redhead, who easily caught them before they could fall off the surface.

“Thank you very much.” Lydia smiled back at him as she handed Stiles a bottle.

The young man immediately took a swig and enjoyed the feeling of the bitter liquid making its way down his once dry throat. Lydia looked at him with a kind smile on her face, taking her own sip of the drink. She put the bottle back down on the counter as she licked the remaining liquid off her lips, but Stiles didn’t dare put his drink away. He needed this beer more than anything to somehow feel better at the realization that he lost the girl he actually believed he could get back, forever.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, noticing how quiet and still he was. Two characteristics Stiles Stilinski certainly never displays.

“No, I’m not.” Stiles answered truthfully, taking another sip of his alcohol.

“I know what it’s like.” She patted his shoulder to comfort him. “But, hey think about the bright side. At least she’s not a lizard who turned into werewolf then left you to go to London. Or a former Alpha that actually killed people you knew and ended up dying before you could ever see him redeem himself.”

A muffled laugh escaped from his lips even though he was still drinking from his bottle and Stiles swallowed his liquor before turning to look at Lydia whole-heartedly.

“Right, but at least things between you and Parrish seem to be working.” Stiles answered.

“Yeah, when he’s not on fire.” Lydia scoffed. “And I’m not even talking about sex.”

This comment was enough to make Stiles’ heart a little less heavy as he detached his attention from the dancing girl to his best female friend and her spicy sex life.

The dancing girl, on the other hand, was currently wiping away the accumulated sweat on her forehead as she continued dancing with her new boyfriend. He was the sweetest and most attentive guy she’s ever met. He always makes sure to spend as much time with her as humanly possible, so much so that his GPA score in college had been dropping from his lack of studying. It was very refreshing to her, having a boyfriend around all the time… something completely different from Stiles Stilinski.

However, it wasn’t at all his fault. He couldn’t control the supernatural or make it go away, but he believed it was his job to at least save the people this world puts in danger. It hurt her so much to know that Stiles had a mysterious secret she could never be apart of. She knew that Stiles loved her and only ever did what he thought was best. But, it’s too bad it just wasn’t enough.

As if on cue, the heartbroken girl turned her head at the exact moment that Stiles decided to take a peak at her. The world screeched to a halt when their eyes locked and finally saw each other again after being separated for two whole months. Her eyes were wide and her jaw dropped at the sight of the brown haired boy with freckles painted all over his fair skin. Her heart immediately beat faster and she felt as if it would suddenly jump out of her chest and fly towards him. She missed him, there’s no doubting that. And apparently, so did her body and soul. The way she’s feeling right now, just by the realization that she’s in the same room as him, was enough to know.

Stiles carefully put his bottle down on the bar counter and tuned out everything Lydia was currently saying, his attention only focused on the girl gazing at him. Her face was completely shocked and he chuckled internally at how astonished she looked. Stiles could see the blush heating up on her face all the way from the other side of the bar and it made his heart flutter to know he still had an effect on her.

Lydia stopped talking absentmindedly when she noticed Stiles slowly lift his hand and wave with a smile on his face towards someone on the dance floor. The redhead turned to see just who he was greeting and immediately smiled when she realized it was exactly the person he came here to see.

“You should go say hi.” Lydia suggested.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Stiles answered, no longer waving to her but still holding the gaze.

“Oh, she already sees you.” The banshee shrugged. “I see no harm in at least going over there to wish her a happy birthday. I mean, at this point, it would be rude if you didn’t.”

Stiles carefully thought over Lydia’s suggestion, her words repeating in his head over and over again. He wanted to talk to her desperately, but then again he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way. He knows how recent this all still is and he’s well aware of the pain pooling inside of her just like it was in him.

“Fine.” Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up.

Stiles’ ex-girlfriend’s eyes widened even more, which wasn’t thought possible until now, when he stood up from the bar stool and began walking over towards her. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to approach her, but she definitely knew that her heartbeat rose with every step the boy she still loved took.

That’s when the unexpected happened and neither one of them were ready for it. The techno beat song that was echoing in the dance club ended and was replaced with a slow love song. But, not just any love song, their love song.

Stiles immediately stopped in his tracks and she immediately stopped dancing. Her boyfriend looked at her with a confused glance, but her focus was locked on Stiles. Neither one of them knew what to do as all of the memories, the times they spent together, the intimate touches and the feelings came crashing down on them with full force. They both almost fell at how weak their knees felt.

The way she was gazing at him right now made a new sense of confidence coming from an unknown source spark in his blood and an idea lit up in his mind. It could either end up really well or really badly, but Stiles didn’t give his anxiety the time to think it over. He moved his legs once again and continued walking towards her which made the girl panic. Her boyfriend continuously asked her if she was okay but she couldn’t even answer, too nervous over the boy approaching her.

“Hi.” Stiles greeted and she swallowed nervously at the sound of his voice again after so long.

“H-Hey.” She responded and completely let go of her boyfriend to push her hair behind her ears, a habit she has whenever she felt anxious. Which Stiles knew about and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.

“Hi.” The boyfriend spoke up and Stiles took his attention off of her to look over at the source of the voice. The young man told Stiles his name even though it was pointless considering Stiles would forget it in a matter of minutes. “And you are?”

“Stiles.” The boy with freckles answered, politely extending his hand out towards the fellow guy. They both shook hands with kind smiles on their faces.

“What brings you to the dance floor?” The boyfriend asked.

“I was actually wondering if I could borrow your girl for just one dance.” Stiles requested and the girl felt like she was about to faint. She didn’t know if she had it in her to be able to dance with Stiles without falling apart.

“Sure, but don’t steal her for too long or I’ll get jealous.” The boyfriend chuckled after taking a few seconds to think it over. The man was undoubtedly a good person and Stiles actually liked him as he turned around to place a chaste kiss on his ex’s lips. “I’ll be over at the bar with the boys if you need me.”

She just nodded and he looked at Stiles one last time before smiling at the both of them and walking away. She gazed up at Stiles with doe eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she was. Extending his hand out to her, she took it and he placed it on his shoulder at the same time that he used his other hand to put it on her waist. When both of her hands were on his shoulders, Stiles rested his other hand on the other side of her waist. Their faces were just inches apart as he stared intensely into her eyes, her heart pounding heavily against her ribcage at how lovingly he gawked at her. It’s been a month since she found a new boyfriend but Stiles certainly still had her wrapped around his finger.

“You know, when I found out you had a new boyfriend I was really hoping I’d hate him.” Stiles spoke up as they started to sway their bodies to the rhythm of the song that belonged to them and no one else. “But, damn, I actually like the dude.”

“Yeah, he’s a really nice guy.” She laughed at Stiles’ surprising compliment and the breath-taking sound made his heart stop.

“You really know how to pick them.” Stiles chuckled, quirking his eyebrows at her to make her laugh again and a smile appeared on his face when it worked.

“I guess I do.” She giggled, letting her head fall on his chest for the slightest second as she laughed before picking it back up. But, this time she was no longer laughing and had a serious expression planted on. “I just don’t know how to keep them interested enough to stay.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles questioned, furious that any boy would ever dare think this amazing girl in his arms was boring. “Who was stupid enough to think that?”

She looked at him with pain evident in her eyes, water glossing over them. Which only meant she was about to cry and Stiles’ gut wrenched at the scene. The last time he saw her cry was when she ended their relationship and it was the worst thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire life. Stiles strongly believed that this beautiful woman should never had tears in her eyes, only sparks of happiness.

“You.”

Stiles felt as if he was just trampled on by a herd of the biggest elephants on the planet when she referred to him. The three lettered word took the shattered heart in his body and pounded it until it was a mere pile of dry dust, making him feel worse than he ever had.

“M-Me?” He stuttered, not being able to think properly. “How?”

“You always canceled on dates, you never texted me or called me back enough, you always put your secret life first that you’d never let me in on, and you constantly felt this need to lie to me for no real reason.” She listed, trying her best to wipe away her tears but there was no point due to the immense amount running down her cheeks. “I guess I just wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Stiles shook his head, taking one of his hands off her waist to place it on her flushed cheek. “You were- you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then, why didn’t it ever seem like it?”

“Because things are more complicated than you can imagine.” He defended, but she simply scoffed at his ridiculously vague response. “Look, I need you to believe that whenever I lie to you, I do have my reasons.”

“It’s too bad that I don’t believe you.” She pulled his hand off her cheek and began to slowly detach herself from his hold.

“No, don’t leave!” Stiles panicked, not wanting her to leave his presence just yet. Or ever, really. “I-I still love you and I know that I can make it up to you somehow-”

“Stiles-” She cried, not wanting to hear him speak because she knew that if he did she would be putty in his hands soon enough.

“Wait, just let me finish.” He interrupted her just like she had interrupted him, his voice already desperate. “I know I messed up and I know I can never take it back. But, I can change from now on and, I promise, I will change. You have my heart and I am nothing without you so please– please –don’t do this. Just come back to me and I swear I’ll do everything right this time. I’ll always pick up your calls on the first ring, I’ll buy you flowers every damn day, I’ll take you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I won’t cancel on dates anymore because you will always be my priority, and I promise I’ll give you all of my hours when I have the chance.”

He confessed the beautiful words with such emotion and love in his frantic voice that it made her heart stop and melt in her ribcage. Even though she’s been trying to move on and find a way to forget him, there’s no doubt that Stiles Stilinski still had the key to her locked heart. She wanted to be with him more than anything, but she also wanted to respect herself. Men always say they’re gonna change, but they never really do and she knew that. Even though she wasn’t used to it, the girl had to put herself and her own feelings first this time.

“Will you tell me what you’ve been hiding from me?” She asked, hoping desperately that he would say yes.

Stiles’ face fell to the floor in defeat because he knew that that wasn’t possible. Everyone that gets involved in his dangerous world either always gets hurt or… worse. And Stiles would never forgive himself if something happened to the woman he loved. He would rather lay down his own life than ever let her be vulnerable to the risks and threats that come with the supernatural.

“I-I can’t.”

“Then, I can’t go back to you Stiles.” She responded, her heart breaking even more. “I deserve better than this.”

“I know you do.” Stiles’ voice was weak with the tears threatening to escape his eyes.

“But, I still want you in my life. I still want to be friends.” The girl requested and Stiles scoffed at the common sentence every former couple says but never actually commits to. He felt her soft hand rest on his chin and lift his face that had fallen to look up back at her. “Stiles, I’m serious. I can’t lose you.”

“I can’t lose you either.” He confessed, feeling small.

“Promise me you’ll be in my life.” She requested. “Even if we don’t have the emotional stability to see each other all the time, just promise me you’ll at least be there for the big moments.”

Stiles looked into her breath-taking eyes and he felt himself getting lost in them. She was everything to him and he would never want to lose her friendship, even if that meant having a painful one. Butterflies made their way into her stomach when the edges of Stiles’ lips curled into a beautiful smile.

“I promise.”


~


Lydia Martin rushed down the halls of the beautiful hotel with the life-saving tool in her perfectly manicured hands, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she ran. Quickly opening the door to the dressing room she so desperately needed to approach, the redhead strode inside along with Malia hot on her trail. Their eyes landed on the girl that used to date Stiles who has now become one of their best friends and smiled the second they saw her smile at how breathless they both were.

“I got it!” Lydia celebrated, walking over to the girl and handing her the mascara that was in her hands.

“And I got this.” Malia smirked, gesturing towards the alcoholic beverage in her grasp.

“Congratulations to both of you.” (Y/N) laughed, taking the mascara Lydia was giving her and opening it to apply it on her eyelashes.

“Do you need help?” Lydia asked, closing the door to the dressing room.

“I’m okay.” She smiled, but immediately groaned when she smudged mascara on her eye lid. She turned away from the mirror she was using to face Lydia, who already had a grin on her face. “Please save me.”

“Alright, Alright.” The redhead chuckled, walking closer and taking the mascara from her. “Lydia Martin to the rescue.”

She began to put on the mascara on her eyelashes as she internally appreciated the rest of the makeup on (Y/N)’s flawless face. She had a simple smokey eye that really made her eye color pop along with the perfect amount of blush spread across her fair cheeks. She hadn’t put lipstick on yet considering it’s the last thing you should do when applying makeup, but Lydia already knew the right shade that would tie up her entire look.

“There you go.” The redhead smiled when she finished the job and closed the mascara, putting it on the dresser her friend was using. “All set.”

“Thanks, Lyds.” She smiled, her entire face glowing with happiness. “You’re a life saver.”

“I know.” Lydia smirked, pushing her strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulders for sass.

“You know who else is a life saver?” Malia spoke up, walking over to sit on the small couch. “Scott.”

“And why is that?” Lydia questioned.

“Because I just overheard someone was trying to sneak in and he took care of it.” Malia shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.

“Who was trying to sneak in?” (Y/N) asked, curious that someone would try to ruin her special day.

“I don’t know.” Malia shrugged. “But, the dude was absolutely hysterical from what I heard.”

Even though the girls didn’t want to believe her, Malia actually had a point. The person that wanted so desperately to enter the hotel indeed was hysterical. But, the thing was, he wasn’t just any person. He was Stiles Stilinski and he would stop at nothing to get inside to the girl he still loved after being away from her for an entire year.

“Bro, you know this isn’t a good idea!” Scott exclaimed at his best friend frantically trying to get out of the Alpha’s grasp. “Go home.”

“Scott, I can’t just go home!” Stiles whisper-shouted, careful not to let any of the guests know about the scene he was causing. He didn’t want to make things any worse than what he already had planned. “I have to see her.”

“And do what exactly?” Scott questioned, his eyes narrowing at the human.

“Stop her from marrying the wrong guy!” Stiles yelled and the werewolf let go of his best friend from how shocked he was, his jaw dropping and eyes widening at the process.

“You can’t do that.” He shook his head. “Stiles, don’t do that.”

“I have to, Scott.” The human answered, fixing his vest and letting out a sigh. “She’s the love of my life and I can’t let her walk down that aisle if I’m not the one at the end of it.”

“Stiles, this is the most idiotic plan you’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot considering all of the really bad ideas you’ve had before.”

“I don’t care.” Stiles huffed. “I have to talk to her.”

“Okay, fine.” Scott stated, his voice challenging. “I’ll let you in if you give me your invitation.”

Stiles’ eyes dropped to the floor in defeat and he shifted on his feet as Scott watched his best friend with a pained heart. He hates that he has to do this, but he’ll hate himself even more if he lets him go and Stiles gets hurt even more. The girl he loves is getting married today and she’s not just gonna drop everything for him. Life isn’t a movie, it’s real and usually comes with disappointing endings.

“I-I can’t.”

“Because you don’t have one.” Scott said and Stiles just nodded. “Don’t you think that’s enough of a sign to let you know that this isn’t something you should do?”

“What would you do if it was Allison marrying someone else?” Stiles asked, picking​ his head back up to look at Scott.

“I’d let her.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Stiles disagreed, knowing his best friend would fight for the love of his life until his very last breath. “And I’m not letting (Y/N) go either.”

“Stiles, you’re just gonna get hurt.”

“So, be it.”

Before Scott could even expect it, Stiles rushed past him and immediately ran down the halls towards the room he just witnessed Lydia and Malia entering. His detective skills made him deduct that that’s where the bride was and he approached it without even thinking, Scott running right after him.

The same door flew open from two running young adults for the second time today, but this time (Y/N) didn’t smile and lightly laugh when it was revealed who had barged into her dressing room. Instead, her smile she had on with the girls had faded.

Awkward tension instantly invaded the small space when hers and Stiles’ eyes landed on each other, her heart already stopping and her breath hitching in her now dry throat. Stiles was also shocked, not knowing what to expect when he finally saw her again after all that time. Neither one of them said anything, they just kept their wide eyes locked together and didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were both breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry!” Scott shouted, breaking the awful silence. “I-I tried to stop him, I swear! But, he wouldn’t work with me and-”

“Scott, it’s okay.” The bride intervened his panic with a weak and strained voice.

“I-It is?” Scott stuttered in surprise and she nodded, everyone else in the room just as shocked as the werewolf.

“So, you’re the crazy dude trying to break in?” Malia spoke up and Stiles just nodded as well, not willing to take his stare off of the girl he wanted to be with. “Makes sense.”

Stiles’ eyes trailed across (Y/N), taking in her sight after missing it so much. She was so beautiful he had almost forgot. Sure, she was only in a purple satin robe and her hair was down in its natural state, but the young woman looked breath-taking to him anyway. And Stiles himself looked amazing to her. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a silver vest on top of it and a silver bowtie to tie everything together, not to mention the black tuxedo pants, and (Y/N) was certain she would faint at his never ending beauty.

“Guys, can you give me and Stiles a minute?” She asked and everyone’s eyebrows raised.

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Lydia nodded, grabbing Malia’s hand as they walked towards the door. “We’ll be at the temple.”

The redhead got a hold of Scott last before she pulled the three outside and the werewolf shut the door behind them, leaving the two exes alone in the same room together. And to say they were both extremely nervous wouldn’t be enough to describe how intense everything felt.

“I wonder if my invite got lost in the mail.” Stiles cleared his throat, speaking up first. “Because I’m pretty sure I was supposed to receive one.”

“I-I didn’t think you’d want to come.” The bride responded nervously.

“Yeah, but I made you a promise, remember?” Stiles answered, taking a step towards her. “I’ll never miss the big moments.”

Her heart fluttered and she immediately stood up, approaching him as well. Their bodies closer and already craving the other at how much they missed each other.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” She confessed and Stiles smiled.

“Me, too.”

“Did you bring a date?” She asked and Stiles scoffed at her question.

“I could never.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Why not?” (Y/N) tilted her head to the side, confused as to why someone so handsome like him wouldn’t have a girl attached to his arms.

“Because I’m in love with someone else.”

She didn’t even have to ask who it was, just by the way he was gawking at her like she was the only girl in the world made her already know. She hadn’t cried since that night she saw Stiles at her birthday party, but that strike was about to be ruined with how the familiar burning sensation poked in her eyes.

“Stiles, y-you should really go.” She stuttered, worried that if he stayed something would happen between them.

She loves her fiancee more than anything in the world, but there’s always going to be something there with Stiles. He was her first boyfriend, her first time, her first love, her first everything. That kind of person doesn’t just go away in your life, they’ll always be there lingering in the back of your mind and there’s nothing you can do to change that.

“Not without doing this first.” He shook his head, taking one more step towards her until he finally reached her.

Stiles’ hands gently grabbed her cheeks and, without even thinking twice, he crashed his soft lips against her plump ones. The bride couldn’t even find it in herself to stop him, her mind and body already falling into a trance. She understood that letting him kiss her was wrong especially since she was about to get married to another man in a few, but all she could think about was his familiar mouth moving against hers.

The kiss wasn’t just any simple kiss though, it was full of love and saudade. A word in portuguese that means a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent someone that one loves. Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone and is the recollection of feelings or experiences that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, happiness. Which now triggers the senses and makes one feel alive again.

Once they both needed to breathe, Stiles pulled away but kept his hands on her face. He smiled at how swollen her lips now were and she felt thankful for not having put any lipstick on before he arrived.

“I love you.” Stiles stated, caressing her skin with his thumb and smiled.

She didn’t say it back or really had the time to if she wanted to say it in the first place because the next thing she knew Stiles’ lips are back on hers and he’s pushing her towards her dresser, the back of her knees hitting the edge. Stiles’ hands moved from her cheeks to swipe away all of the makeup on the dresser, throwing them on the floor, and lift her up on the surface. When his lips went from hers to place tempting kisses on her neck as he slowly untied her robe, (Y/N) immediately snapped back into reality.

“Stop!” She exclaimed, instantly pushing him off of her and breathing in the air her lungs were begging for.

“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles panted, his voice worried.

“Yes! I’m about to get married, Stiles! You can’t just kiss me or try anything else!”

“I-I’m sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Leave, Stiles.” She ordered, pointing to the door. “You can’t be here.”

“No, no, no. I don’t want to go and I know you don’t want that either.” Stiles shook his head frantically, approaching her again. “Remember when you asked me to always be in your life?”

“Yeah, but not like this!” She flailed her arms to express her frustration. “I want us to be friends not destroy each other with our lingering feelings.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. But, my feelings are always gonna be there.” Stiles placed his hands on the surface around her thighs, but didn’t dare touch her out of respect. “Especially since how we ended things so abruptly! I never got the proper closure.”

“And neither did I.” She retorted. “But we have to move on, Stiles. We’re just two disasters that are detrimental to each other. We aren’t meant to be.”

“I can’t be apart from you.”

“I can’t be with you.”

Silence filled the room as they both thought, neither one of them ready to except the other’s terms. Stiles can’t imagine a life not alongside (Y/N) and she can’t imagine a life constantly being lied to with him.

“Does he make you happy?” Stiles asked suddenly and she certainly didn’t expect it.

“Yes, he does.”

Stiles couldn’t handle the truth she just confessed to him because in that moment it finally hit him will full force. He would never get the girl he was in love with back ever again. She had slipped from his hands and there really was nothing he could do to have her return. The gorgeous bride before him was the one that got away.

“So, is this it?” He asked, not caring that there were actually tears escaping from his eyes. “Is this the end of our love story?”

She didn’t dare say anything because she knew if she did she would burst into tears and sobs. Instead, the bride just nodded.

“C-Can I say goodbye?” Stiles asked, never feeling more vulnerable in his entire life.

“Yeah.” She shrugged, thinking he was just going to hug her and leave but was completely surprised when he kissed her again.

Stiles held tightly on her waist and kissed her with so much force, she almost fell back on the mirror. (Y/N) knew that this would be their last kiss ever and therefore didn’t feel the need to stop him. She allowed Stiles to kiss her with everything he had in him and she kissed him back just as passionately. Both of them forgot the whole world around them as they let themselves fall into this moment of pure weakness.

“I’ll go now.” Stiles breathed, pulling away and placing one last kiss on her forehead as he let go of her to leave the room.

The blushing bride thought long and hard before she decided that that wasn’t enough to say goodbye. She was well aware she was about to get married, but she also knew that this was the last time she’d ever have the opportunity to be with Stiles again. After today, they would be officially over and, for that reason, she immediately grabbed his hand and stopped him in his tracks. Stiles instantly turned around with wide eyes when she pulled him back to her.

“Wait,” She stated, spreading her legs for Stiles to settle in between them and placing her hands on the back of his neck. “Not yet.”

Before he could even ask what the yet meant in her sentence, her mouth returned on his and this time she was the one that kissed him hard. Out of pure instinct, his hands rested on her waist and she tugged his hair which earned her a small moan from Stiles. She took advantage of this and slid her tongue inside, Stiles moaning again in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Stiles panted, breaking their kiss the second she began undoing his bowtie and threw it on the floor.

“Saying goodbye the right way.”

He finally understood what she was getting at when she pushed his vest off his shoulders and began unbuttoning his white shirt. Stiles didn’t waste any time either, considering she was literally on a tight schedule, and untied the straps of her robe. The satin fabric fell on her dresser and Stiles let out a shameless moan when he realized she was completely naked.

“I didn’t want any panty lines.” She shrugged, taking off his shirt. “And the dress has a built-in bra anyway.”

“Oh, I am in no way complaining.” Stiles smirked, letting go of her to quickly unbuckle his belt and open his pants. They instantly fell on the floor and he pulled off his boxers as well, stepping out of both pieces of clothing.

The two gawked at each other, enjoying the sight of one another’s naked bodies after spending so much time away. Stiles licked his lips at her perky nipples, waiting to be nibbled on, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his increasing erection. He wasn’t at his full potential just yet, but the young woman still believed he looked incredibly sexy.

Stiles’ lips attacked her neck and sucked hard on her pulse point, his hands wrapping around her back as he pushed her bare body into his.

“Don’t leave any marks.” She requested and the words without a doubt wounded him because he knew she didn’t want any evidence of their time together. Even though it hurt like a bitch, Stiles pushed the pain down and focused on making her moan.

Which he definitely succeeded in because in a matter of seconds, the bride was a whimpering mess under him and the sounds jolted through him straight to his dick. What turned her on even more than what he already was doing to her was the delicious feeling of his erection rubbing against the inside of her thigh.

“Stiles, we don’t have much time.” She moaned, her hips bucking against him and begging for the friction to calm down the throbbing ache in her core.

“Are you wet enough?” He asked before bringing his hand down her body to slide his finger through her surprisingly soaking folds. “Oh, you definitely are.”

Stiles’ middle finger landed on her swollen clitoris and her eyes immediately shut when he rubbed slow circles against her wet nub. The increasing feeling of desire rushed through both of their bodies and he couldn’t help himself when he attached his mouth on one of her inviting breasts, sucking hard as his tongue flicked her nipple. The bride could already feel pleasure build inside of her and she knew that she would lose her mind if he wasn’t in her soon enough.

“Stiles,” She panted, the young man’s cock twitching at the sound of her begging his name. “Please.”

“Okay, okay.” Stiles nodded, biting down on her nipple and letting go of her now wet breast with a pop. “I don’t suppose you have a condom on you, do you?”

“No.” She laughed. “But, we don’t need one.”

“We don’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I’m on the pill.” She stated and the pain inside of him resurfaced when he realized just why she was taking such precautions.

Stiles didn’t want to think about the fact that she was having sex with someone else and that, after tonight, he’ll be able to touch her, kiss her, hold her, make love to her as much as he damn pleases. The woman that has his ruined heart in her hands was going to be a wife and what hurt most was she wasn’t going to be his wife. The young man decided to ignore his feelings and just enjoy this one last moment with her as fully as he could.

Stiles removed his hand from her core and used it to pump himself a few times as she spread her legs more for him. When he felt like he was ready enough, Stiles aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed in. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the feeling of his thick staff stretching her tight walls and Stiles was a mess of so many different emotions.

Of course he was extremely turned on and loved that his cock was now buried deep inside of her, but he was also sad and actually felt like crying. Saying goodbye to the hope he had of being with her again was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do and Stiles, honestly, didn’t know if he could bear it. Sure, the girl he was currently making love to wasn’t the only one in the universe. But, to Stiles it seemed like she was.

He thrusted inside of her slowly and let his head fall on her shoulder at the incredible sensation of his member sliding in and out of her tight walls. Pleasure grew quickly in the two, both of them enjoying the feeling of being one again. The throbbing inside of her stopped, but appeared in Stiles instead. His cock unable to hide how much he adored her warm and slick core around him.

After making sure she was ready for it, Stiles increased his pace and was pounding inside of her in no time. All of the built up sexual frustration and tension between them really helped to make the knots in their stomachs tighten immediately. Stiles hitched her feet up on the dresser and (Y/N) couldn’t find the self control in her to keep her screams down. Stiles was fucking her in an entirely different angle, repeatedly hitting a sensitive spot she didn’t even know she had, and she didn’t care if people could hear how loud she was.

Stiles didn’t care either, in fact he secretly wanted people to hear. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one giving her immense pleasure and that no one in the world could make love to her like he could. She was screaming underneath him and her core would occasionally clench around Stiles, making him scream out as well. The continuous fast pace and hard thrusting didn’t take long to make the two near their much anticipated orgasms.

Not only did the dirty sounds of their moans and screams echo in the dressing room, but so did the sound of the dresser roughly banging against the wall along with their connected and wet groins slapping together. The sounds were music to Stiles’ ears and he never wanted to ever stop being with her. But, he knew that that wish would soon meet its end from how obviously close she was to falling over the edge. Without really wanting to, Stiles brought his hand down to her clitoris and rubbed intensely to guide her to her release.

The knot inside of her instantly exploded and spread an inexplicable amount of pleasure all throughout her body. It was so intense that she couldn’t control her own shaking and her core clenching down on him. Which, in response, Stiles immediately came as well. (Y/N) moaned at the feeling of his heated liquid shooting up inside of her and Stiles didn’t stop thrusting any time soon. He wanted to soak in this last memory they would create together as much as he could and he wanted it to last.

It was when she put her hands on his hips to stop his friction from how sensitive she’d become that Stiles halted his movements. Her ex-boyfriend then proceeded to place sweet kisses on her neck and cheeks before reluctantly pulling out. Stiles enjoyed the sight of her completely breathless because of him and his wet dick glistening with her juices one last time.

(Y/N) used her robe to clean herself up as Stiles put his clothes back on. His pants were the first ones on, followed by his white shirt and vest. The bride jumped off the desk and Stiles instinctively ran to her aid when her knees wobbled and she almost fell.

“You okay?” He asked and she nodded with a smile, giggling at the situation.

“I couldn’t be better.”

“Well, you are getting married today after all.” Stiles smiled.

“Which reminds me!” She pulled away from his grasp and rushed over to a rack that held her absolutely gorgeous wedding dress. “Can you help me put this on? I’ll help you tie your bowtie.”

“Of course.” Stiles chuckled, putting his undone bowtie around his neck as he approached her.

Stiles carefully and kindfully helped her put her wedding dress on and he almost fainted at how beautiful she looked. His eyes watered at the breath-taking sight and he envied her groom because he was the luckiest man in the entire world.

“How do I look?” She asked, spinning around in her dress happily.

“Words cannot describe how amazing you look.” Stiles answered truthfully and the bride blushed in response. “He’s a lucky man, you know.”

“I do know.”

“(Y/N), I hope he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” Stiles confessed, gazing straight into her doe eyes. “I hope he always pick up your calls on the first ring, I hope he buys you flowers every damn day, I hope he takes you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I hope he never cancels on dates because you will always be his priority, I hope he gives you all of his hours when he has the chance, and I hope he does and is everything I should’ve when I was your man.”

“Me, too.” She responded, unable to hold back the few tears that rolled down her heated cheeks.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“Goodbye, Stiles.”

The bride fixed Stiles’ bowtie with a never ending smile on her face and when they were both finally ready, the two former lovers walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the temple. Stiles entered the room first and sat right beside Scott, who definitely had a confused look on his face especially since his best friend smelled mostly of sex. But, also of another prominent emotion that made the werewolf’s heart burn as he watched Stiles gaze at the girl he loved so dearly when she happily walked down the aisle: sadness.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked his brother.

The word saudade is not only the definition of an inexplicable longing for someone you lost, but it can also carry a repressed knowledge that the person of longing might never return.

“Yeah, Scott. I really am.”

Stiles Stilinski knew that he would never get her back in his arms. But, he also knew that as long as she was completely happy-

He would find a way to be, too.

Lovers’ Lane

Summary: Trying to make the most of their precious time together during the war years, [Y/N] and James drive up to a lovers’ lane where he makes sure he (tr)eats her right.

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader

Words: 3077

Warnings: beware this is definitely 18+ smut, obviously there’s swearing, and all kinds of good stuff.

A/N: Hope you like it! Please let me know. This story is part 1 of “The Rise And Fall” (a Bucky Barnes x Reader) series. See the masterlist for more context and a (future) link to the other stories related to this series. 

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

Darkness fell quickly around this time of the year, [Y/N] observed after she rolled down the window of James’ car, with a bit of an effort. A cold evening breeze immediately gusted into the car, and she shivered a little. She hugged herself for a moment, brushing her hands up and down her arms, before she peeked her head out of the window. James was standing at the edge of the grassy banks of the East River and threw a flat stone into the water. It bounced off the water eight times before she lost sight of it, but James’ face was directed up at the sky. It did not seem like he paid it any heed. It also did not seem like he was taking a leak like he said he would. She smiled to herself when her eyes glided down his body, and focused on his buttocks. His were really great. Firm. And he always let her touch it, if she wanted to. Slowly she forgot about that cold evening breeze. James picked up another stone from the ground and twirled it in his hand. He was wasting their time a bit. He had been busy a lot these last couple of weeks, preparing to enlist for the war with his friend. She was not happy about it, but he said he needed to do the right thing, and she wanted to support him with that. She always wanted to support him. He was a good and gentle man, and he took care of her when they were together. Oh, and he was such a swell dancer. All her girlfriends were jealous.

“Are you done taking a leak, James? Looked like you were playing with pebbles.” [Y/N] grinned.

He turned his head towards her and chuckled. With a smirk resting on his face, he began to walk back, “I oughta do something about the vulgarity that always seems to come outta that little mouth of yours.”

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All Nighter

This is has been requested a few times, and I wanted to write it for the Nap Date series. So here you go. 

Prequel to Nap Date!       Find Nap Date series parts Here!

It was late, like really late. The party had been going on for forever it felt. 

Shawn honestly just wanted to go home, he had just gotten home for tour the day before and the lack of sleep was starting to hit him, hard. 

“Bri? Can we leave?” He asks his friend, yelling over the music.

“Come on man, it’s still early. Let loose, live a lil.” Brian said, shoving a solo cup into his hand. 

He looked in the cup and found an odd color liquid that reeked. He couldn’t bring himself to drink it, so he held the cup and made it look like he was drinking. 

When the music changed and the familiar guitar riff started he rolled his eyes, looking around and finding Matt by the sound table. 

‘Fuck you’ he mimed to him. Matt laughed devilishly.

But then he heard.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” Come from the dance floor. He turned his head, trying to find the source of the scream. The only issue being there was at least a hundred people at this party and half of them were on the dance floor.

He found her though, she was off to the side with a group of friends. They all stared at her like she was crazy. She was dancing and singing to his lyrics, hips swaying to the beat. Her hair, that was curled, bounced as she did and the words to the song fell from her lips so perfectly. 

He was smitten, completely entranced with her. 

As her friends ignored her and acted like they didn’t know her, he couldn’t help the smile spread across his lips. 

“Bro, look at this chick. She’s so….. Shawn?” Brian asked behind him. He didn’t respond, didn’t want to. “Bro.” Brain pushed his shoulder. 

“What?” He asked, trying not to be to sassy.

“Whoa, sassy Mendes is back.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

When Shawn looked back, and the song was just ending, she was gone. His personal Cinderella. It was like she was never there, dancing to his song. 

“You gotta she this chick.” Brian says capturing his attention again.

“Why don’t you speak about a girl like a gentleman.” Shawn sneered, taking a sip of the liquid in his solo cup. It burned on the way down and his lips puckered at the flavor.

“What?”

“Their girls or women, not ‘chicks’ or ‘hot babes’” Shawn says pushing past Brian hoping to find his Cinderella. 

He didn’t know what he would do if he found her, if he would even have the balls to talk to her, because let’s be honest, he isn’t the greatest with the ladies.

A few one night stands on tour, but it always ended up awkward in the morning. Resulting in her leaving, without leaving a number. 

*

The party has gone on and he still can’t find her, by now his friends are ready to leave and he’s the one saying no. He has to find her, can’t let this one fall through the cracks. And he’s not sure why? What makes her so special? 

“Shawn, what’s up with you?” 

“This girl.” He starts.

“A girl?” Matt chokes.

“Yeah, saw her when you put my song on. She was amazing, and then fucking Brian wouldn’t leave me alone about some girl, and I lost mine.” 

‘Mine’, like she’s actually his. Like he can speak about her like that. 

“Have you found her since?”

“No, and it’s pissing me off.”

“What was she wearing?”

“A black dress” 

“Wow, it’s not there aren’t a hundred girls wearing black dresses here.” Matt sneers.

“Shut up.” Shawn snaps.

“Jesus, you must really like her.” Matt backs up.

“I don’t know why but I have this feeling like I have to see her or talk to her.” 

“I know how to find her.” Brian pips up.

“How?” Shawn scoffs.

“Play the song again. That’s how you found her the first time, right?”

“Yeah like that’s gonna work.” Matt rolls his eyes.

“It might.” Shawn says, hope raising. “Do it.” 

“Okay.” 

Shawn watches as Matt goes to the sound board, typing something into the laptop. Then the riff starts up and some cheers erupt from the dance floor. Shawn stands on the near by coffee table. He’s already a giant but he wants to see over everyone. 

He searches, eyes scanning the whole crowd like he’s at one of his shows. 

Then, there she was. 

Dancing and singing. Her friends yet again eyeing her like a crazy person. She didn’t care, her hair was a bit messier. Her cheeks were flushed but the smile on her face electrified something in Shawn. 

“Find her?” Brian asks.

“Yeah.” Shawn breathes out, just staring at her. He’s apprehensive, but then she sings the key words and he takes his own advice.

‘There’s nothing holdin’ me back.’

He jumps off the table, pushing past people. Finding her group of friends was easy. As he approached they all stood straighter, except her. She was too into the song to even notice that he was walking up. 

“Y/n.” They all tried to get her attention. After about five tugs on her sleeve and everyone whispering her name she finally reacts.

“Can you wait until the song is over, they’ve only played it once tonight.” She sasses her friends. He smiles, knowing he has said the same words to his friends at previous parties. 

“Look.” They all say and she looks over at him. 

“Hi.” He smiles shyly.

“Hi.” She grins. 

“Shawn.” He introduces, offering his hand to shake.

A fucking handshake. 

“Y/n.” She giggles taking his hand and shaking it. He holds it longer, loving how her hand fits perfectly in his. 

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll come.” She says, getting a burst of confidence. Her friends all stare in awe as she walks off with him. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“I’ll take a water.” She says once they make it to the kitchen. She stumbles on her own feet, a little tipsy, and he reaches out to catch. “Thanks.” She laughs shyly.

“Here.” He says placing her on the counter. She gasps a bit and then smiles as he reaches into the fridge to get her a water.

“I know this is really weird, but I saw you earlier and was gonna saw hi.” 

“Why didn’t you?”

“I turned for like two seconds and then when I turned back you were gone.”

“Oh.” She giggles taking the water. 

“Like Cinderella.” He thinks out loud.

She almost spits out her water and he chuckles as she composes herself.

“Did you just call me a Princess?”

“I mean you look like one.”

“Wow, that was actually a smooth line.” She nods, impressed.

“Get hit on a lot?” He asks, feeling a little jealous that anyone else might have hit on her. 

“No, but my friends do. I’ve heard a lot of awful pick up lines and yours was actually pretty clever.”  

“Thanks, although it really wasn’t a pick up line.” 

“What was it then?” She challenges.

“The truth.” He shrugs. 

“Yeah, it won’t be when the alcohol wears off.” She pats his shoulder.

“Actually I’m not drinking tonight.” He smiles.

“Oh.” She says sitting up. Water sobering her a bit.

“Yeah.” He smiles.

Her phone goes off and she looks down to check it. 

“Shit.” She jumps off the counter.

“Whoa, hey Cinderella gonna leave me again?” He says catching her wrist.

“Sorry I have to go, my ride is leaving.” She says rushing out of the kitchen. He goes after her, not gonna let her get away this time. 

“Wait.” He says trying to catch up.

By the time their outside, he’s worried he’s gonna lose her.

“Shit.” She curses looking around. She turns to look at him. She leans down and takes her heels off. 

“What are you doing? Gonna give me your shoe Cinderella?” He quirks.

“Ha ha.” She shakes her head. “Guess I’m walking. Sorry, it was nice talking to you but it’s about a three mile walk back to my place, so I have to go.”

“Wait, your gonna walk home at two in the morning?” He asks stepping in front of her.

“Yeah, gotta get home somehow. I refuse to stay the night here.” 

“I’ll give you a ride.” He says noticing his jeep behind her.

“No you don’t have to, I can walk.”

“No, there’s no way I’m letting you walk home. And if my mom finds out I let you walk home she’ll kill me.” He says digging his keys out of his pocket.

“Here, my car is right here.” He says guiding her to his jeep. 

“Are you sure.”

“Positive.” He nods.

“Okay.” 

He opens the passenger door and helps her up into the jeep. He smiles at her before closing the door. As he walks around the jeep his mind flashes to his friends. He was supposed to drive them home but when you way the pros and cons.

He would much rather take his personal Cinderella home than three drunk guys. 

“Are you hungry?” He asks getting. 

“What?”

“Hungry, are you hungry?”

“Um?” She says looking away.

“I mean, I know this really good diner just down the road and their open 27/7.” He says starting to back out. 

“Oh, um yeah honestly I am.” She says smiling.

“Alright, we’ll get food then take you home.” He nods heading to the diner. 

*

They spoke all night. Doris, the waitress sat and watched as Shawn and Y/n talked the night away. 

They spoke about any and everything. She’s the first girl to not care who he was or what he did, she just wanted to know about his stories. What the life behind his eyes came from.

To say she wasn’t a little starstruck would be a lie, but she didn’t want to know Shawn Mendes the celebrity. She just wanted to get to know Shawn the 19 year old from Pickering. 

When it was about six in the morning and she couldn’t stop yawning he paid the check, which consisted of a charge for two slices of pie, two coffees, a basket of fries, and a note from Doris

Don’t let her go, no girl stays up all night to get her heartbroken.

He smirks and for the first time actually keeps a receipt, he folds it and slips it into his wallet.

“I should take you home Cinderella, that way you can turn into Sleeping Beauty.” 

“That was awful.” She giggles as he offers his hand to help her up. She smiles and takes it. Shes feeling bold, so she holds his hand the walk to the jeep. He’s happy, content that she held his hand. 

They get in the jeep and he takes the long way to her house, purposely turning down wrong streets claiming he hasn’t been home in a long time and doesn’t quite remember the roads. She see’s through his bullshit but lets it slide, not wanting this night to end either. 

When he finally arrives at her house he gets out to walk to her to the door. 

“Are you gonna ask for my number now?” She asks for him. 

“Yeah, you just made my job easier.” He grins, fumbling his phone out of his back pocket. He hands it to her and she types her number in her phone.

She hands it back and looks up at him. He stares at her eyes and notices when he eyes flick to his lips, he wasn’t sure if he was gonna kiss her, but he knows now. He leans in and ghosts his lips over hers, that way if she doesn’t want to she can have an out. But she doesn’t move, she just inhales growing impatient that he hasn’t kissed her yet. But he does, he brushes his lips over hers and the sparks fly. 

It’s cliche to say he felt fireworks but he swears he did. It’s the best kiss he’s ever had. 

She’s reaching up, and grabbing at his curls, gasping as he pulls her closer. He’s not bold enough to slip his tongue into her mouth, not wanting to push it. So he keeps it simple, just lips no tongue. 

She’s shocked, knows he’s a true gentleman with the simple action of not deepening the kiss. Any other guy would have and would be getting other ideas. Shawn was different, romantic and sweet. 

He pulls away, mostly for air and she giggles looking down. She looks at him, bringing her right hand and touching her lips with her fingertips. 

His knees buckle, and he wants to kiss her again. 

That was sexy as hell

“Can I take you out again?” He asks as she starts to unlock her door.

“You’ll have to call me to find out.” She grins, “Goodnight Shawn.” 

“Goodnight Y/n.” He smiles as she closes the door, leaving him speechless on her doorstep. 

He replays the night in head and smiles, wondering if it was too soon to text her. He looks down at his phone, chuckling as he sees the name she put in. 

Cinderella👠

Flood my Mornings: Round and Round

anon said:

I would love to see Jamie at a like carnival or fair and Claire introducing him to all those weird foods in FMM! What would he think of cotton candy or a funnel cake?

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Unimaginable (Jamie and Claire pick a name for the wee bun in the oven)

May, 1951 

“Jesus—fucking—holy—blasted—G’ughh—”

I thought the last word was likely, ‘God,’ but it was anybody’s guess, really, drowned out as it was by yet another bout of vomiting and the sudden blast of music from a nearby loudspeaker. 

“Oh, love…That bad, is it?” My tender, spousal concern was acknowledged only with a string of Gaelic curses, surprisingly creative ones for a man so laid low.

It was a gorgeous hot day (bright enough that I was grateful for my broad hat), but it did make the scent of vomit that much more inescapable. The county fair had come to town, and with both of us having the rare treat of being off on a Saturday, we’d decided to make a family outing of it.  Though it was hardly a grand exposition, both Jamie and I felt giddy as Bree strolling around amidst all the merriment, taking in the exhibits, music, livestock, food, and rides…including a deceptively innocent-looking Merry-go-Round. 

“It was so good of you to try it for Bree’s sake, love.” I rubbed Jamie’s back, trying my level best not to laugh at the way his hunched back seemed to have lost all its vertebrae. “Is there anything I can get you to make you feel a bit better?”

He raised his head a fraction from the garbage can, high enough only to glare at me. “How about a trip through the stones to ten minutes ago so I might choose to SPIT on the fool contraption instead of ride it?”

“Not sure that’s quite how it works, my love,” I whispered, laughing and kissing his shoulder. 

“Daddy? Da!? DA!?!” Bree chirped from below. “Can we go—go an’ do the round’n’round again??”

Jamie looked down at our two-(no, two-and-a-half-and-then-some!)-year-old. “Do ye want to send your poor Da to his death?”

“Doesna—doesna’nt go to DEFF, Daddy,” Bree laughed as if he were being hilariously obtuse, “Goes ‘round and ‘ROUND.”

So I noticed,” he groaned, hunching once more over the garbage can and spitting.

“Okay, lessgo DO it!!!” and she was tearing off back toward the Merry-Go-Round. 

“Ohhhh, no-you-don’t, little monster,” I said, swooping her up into my arms before she scuttled off. My sunglasses slipped to the tip of my nose, but I couldn’t immediately get them back up. Between the heat, the sudden movement, Bree now like a boulder on my hip, a heavy handbag banging against the other, and my back abso-bloody-lutely killing me from toting around a seven-months-grown-human in utero, I suddenly felt woozy and completely spent. “Here, lovey,” I panted, trying to keep from toppling over, “Can you help push Mum’s glasses up? Yes, just—There we go, thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Melcome!” she chirped and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth. 

I mmm’ed happily and kissed her cheeks as we swayed together next to Jamie. “Was the ride fun for you, at least, baby?”

"Uh-HUH, s’was BUNCH fun!”

“Hear that, darling? ‘Bunch’ fun.” 

From the plastic depths, I thought I heard him name a few other choice things it was ‘bunch’ of.

I did feel for Jamie. We should have known it would be no better than a boat for motion-sickness, and he’d spared ME from having to ride the thing, after all (though truth be told, I quite liked such exhilarations when not pregnant). But I was ALREADY shaking with silent mirth imagining the photos I’d snapped, all laid out in the cherished family album. The first few would show a sweet and lively scene: Jamie smiling cheerfully, standing with his hand on Bree’s back, she triumphantly mounted on her plastic chestnut steed waiting for the ride to start… and then would follow the play-by-play of the situation’s rapid deterioration, every revolution of the Merry-Go-Round showing a Jamie still more pale and hunched and desperate, until—Well, that LAST one was a blackmail goldmine for the ages.

“Daddy?” Bree asked suddenly, her face scrunched up as she peered at her father. “You mad’it Mama?”

That got Jamie’s attention and he straightened. “Mad at her?”

“All…” She waved her hand. “…mean.”

His eyes softened and they flicked up to me, verifying that I wasn’t in fact upset. “No, I’m no’ cross at either of ye, a leannan,” he promised her. “The ride on the Merry’round just made my wame all wobbly, such that I forgot my manners.” 

I bounced Bree on my hip. “I bet sometimes you feel a bit grumpy when your tummy hurts, too, right?”

“Oh, aye,” she conceded, a flash of pure Scottishness beaming through, as it did from time to time. She leaned over and gave Jamie’s elbow a clumsy pat. “Sorry for y’r tummy hurted.” 

“That’s verra kind of ye to say, mo chridhe.” 

“Havva snack, w’feel ALL bedder, okay?”

“…Suggests the young miss with NO motive of her own,” I said, nuzzling my nose against hers.

“Oh, definitely not,” Jamie agreed soberly, eyes twinkling. He stretched, replaced his hat, and exhaled, then gave a small ha! of surprise. “I will say, Bree-love, a wee bite does sound just the thing.” 

Good, let’s HAVV’it.” 

“If there had been ANY doubt about your parentage, Bree, that bottomless pit of a stomach would have been proof-positive.” I sighed. “Alright, you two, let’s see what we can rustle up. Here, Jamie, will you—?” I honestly felt like I was going to fall over.  

Jamie obligingly plucked her out of my arms. “Jesus, lass,” he said with an exaggerated groan, “but you’re getting big.”

“Nuh-uh, Da, I’m the little.”

“Aye, you’re still the little, for now,” he agreed, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears, “Before long you willna be the littlest, though.

She nodded, sagely. “When Beeyin’s comin.’

“Aye, cub,” he agreed, grinning at me, “when Baby Ian comes.”

Brianna couldn’t be convinced for anything that just ‘Ian’ would do, and insisted each time on referring to her brother by what she considered his full title: Baby Ian. The only problem with this was that she couldn’t seem to manage all the syllables in a row; hence, “Beeyin”; hence as well, many private family jokes, such as equating him to a wee bean; or when the wee lad would start jouncing me about like a racehorse, Jamie cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘Beeyin your bonnet?’, and other such delightful silliness. 

“Alright, let’s see about some chow. You two stay here,” I indicated a nearby shaded picnic table, “and I’ll see what I can scrounge for us. What kind of snack do you want, Bree?”

She screwed up her face in ferocious concentration before saying definitely, “Som’fin GOOD.” 

“Well, thank you for being so specific. Very helpful, I don’t think. Any preferences?” I asked Jamie.

Som'fin good sounds perfect,” he said with an attempt at a wink. 

“Ooooooooo!” Bree squealed a few minutes later when I returned with the goodies.

“Cotton candy,” I explained, carefully passing Jamie the paper cone supporting the precarious pink cloud. 

“Cotton?” he asked dubiously. “And it’s edible?”

“Just spun sugar,” I said with a grin. “Now, Bree, take your fingers and—No-no, just pinch a little off with your—oh—Oh, well.”

Bree had stuck her entire face into the sticky mass and taken a monumental bite, pulling back with wisps of pink in her eyebrows, enraptured. 

Jamie looked skeptical to the extreme. “Does it taste nice, cub?”

“Uh-huh!” Bree clawed out a fistful of fluff and shoved it upward toward Jamie’s mouth. “TASTE!” 

Jamie gave me a preemptive grimace and took a tentative bite. “Holy Moses,” he said, blinking hard and shuddering as he swallowed. “It’s like pouring the whole sugar bowl direct into my mouth.” 

“It’s GOOD,” Bree insisted, chowing down with relish. 

“None so verra filling, I’d wager, but as long as ye like rotting your teeth out—” 

“Here,” I laughed, “I came prepared with other options as well.” I pulled the next item from the bag. “Care for some Elephant Ear? Just a silly name, I promise,” I said hastily, seeing his alarm. “No pachyderms harmed in the making of this treat.” 

“What is it, then?” he asked, peering around Bree’s head. “Pastry?” 

“Try it while there’s trying to be had,” I said, handing it to him. “I’m eating for two, and we fully intend to eat our way through the entire elephant.” 

He did enjoy the fried dough, going back for several huge bites, licking powdered sugar from his fingertips. “Lord, though I dinna ken if I can manage wi’ any more sweeties.” 

“Alright, let’s see how you manage this.” 

Jamie had probably never had American corn in any form before, I reflected, let alone on the original cob. I certainly hadn’t grown up eating it, and so it didn’t occur to me to buy it at the market. From the gusto with which Jamie inhaled the roasted ear, slathered with butter and spices, though, it was going to have to become a regular staple. 

“No foolish name for this one?” he asked as he was finishing the last few bites. 

“Not as far as I know,” I shrugged, trying to wipe Bree’s face, which was an unmitigated disaster-zone.

"Pity. Missed a good chance.” 

“Oh?” 

He waved the naked cob suggestively. “Corn on the co….” And the barest-whisper of “…ck.”

“You’re a ridiculous human being,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss him. 

“And you are absolutely lovely,” he murmured back against my lips, squeezing my knee. 

“C’n I havva cornna-cock, too?”