i know this was a few weeks ago already

In retrospect, Bitty should have been able to read the subtle signs.

Coach keeps his eyes trained on the TV even when the game cuts to commercial. One hand clutches the remote more firmly than usual, while the other does the same to his beer bottle. The wrinkles across his forehead become momentarily more pronounced.

But Bitty doesn’t notice he should be bracing himself until after it’s already happened.

“So. Your mama says you’ve got a sweetheart.”

Every major organ in Bitty’s body stops for a moment.

“She– What? I–”

“Well. She suspects. But you know how she is.”

Bitty swallows roughly against the desert wasteland his throat has suddenly become. It’s only the first week of his junior year’s summer break. He and Jack celebrated their one year anniversary a handful of days ago, making out like teenagers in the doorway to Jack’s old room for a few precious minutes before anyone could break away from the graduation festivities to come find them.

They’ve talked in loose terms about eventually coming out to people who aren’t a member of the Falcs or the SMH, but they don’t actually have anything resembling a plan.

Especially when it comes to Bitty’s parents.

“I don’t have a sweet–” Bitty starts, and stops at the single raised eyebrow his father shoots him.

“Mama’s wrong,” he insists anyway, breathing in deep and trying not to let his hands shake as he wrings them together.

His fingers itch to text Jack.

Coach tilts his head slightly to the side. “Could be,” he allows. “Thought you and I should have a talk either way.”

This is the longest commercial break in a football game that Bitty has ever sat through.

He purses his lips and furrows his brows. “Mama thought you should–”

I thought,” Coach corrects easily, setting his beer down on the end table and then turning in his recliner to finally face where Bitty is curled up on the sofa. He frowns, lips thin and tight, eyes steady and assessing.

Then, after a lengthy silence: “Do you love him?”

The sharp breath Bitty sucks in nearly chokes him.

What?” he whispers, voice ragged and harsh around what little air he can force from his frozen lungs.

The game starts up again. Coach’s hand squeezes the remote a little tighter, but he doesn’t press pause. And he doesn’t look away from Bitty. “It’s alright if you don’t. I won’t tell your mama either way if you don’t want me to.”

“You… But I thought she…” Bitty feels dazed, pulse pounding, and brain struggling to make sense of whatever alternate universe he’s somehow stumbled into.

“Junior, you know she loves you. No matter what, we both love you. And, again, she… suspects. But I wanted to talk to you first, before I go confirming or denying any of her late-night jam-making musings.” He sighs, and then lifts up the remote so that he can see the buttons well enough to hit Off on the first try.

“Do you love him?” he asks again, once the screen is dark.

Bitty swallows. Then nods.

One side of Coach’s mouth lifts into the beginnings of a rare, soft smile. “Good,” he says, as earnest as Bitty has ever heard him.

“Now. Enough of that.” Coach picks his beer back up and takes a swig as he turns back to the television set, hitting the power button once more so that the game comes back to life on the flat screen before them. “Just so you know, I’ve been keeping up with hockey as much as I can in the off hours, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do when an NHL prodigy was around to go through plays with me on the whiteboard in the den.”

Bitty bites his bottom lip against a smile.

“You still in touch with the Zimmermann kid?” his father asks. And Bitty’s smile collapses in on itself before it’s even begun. “Not that I’d expect you to be. But he’s the kind of athlete every coach dreams of, really. You’re lucky to have had him on your team.”

“…Yeah.” Bitty digs his nervous fingers into the meat of his own thighs, and resists texting Jack for just a few moments longer. Because when he does, he knows that their plans for the future will no longer be defined in loose terms. “I am.”

bad | 07

  He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: smut, romance, fluff

WORDS: 10 243

WARNINGS: mature & sexual content, profanity, dirty talk & other filth

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A/N: please beat my ass for taking over a fucking month with this. hopefully it was worth the wait tho ;). writing this killed me.

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In Motion (M) | 01

Character: Jeon Jungkook x oc/reader (with POV switches)

Genre / words: Smut / 6,721 words

Summary: The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside

Warning: exhibitionism, public display of masturbations, graphic smut scenes, mutual masturbations, mentions/use of sex toys

Warning 2.0: this is only the beginning

(Cr.)


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Out of Range

Here is a Voltron Lance Whump Fic for @taylor-tut for her prompt:

What if Pidge modifies the suits to monitor vital signs and send an alert if someone’s is out of a certain range? So like they’re walking and Lance is quiet and snippy, and all of a sudden they all get this alert that someone’s vitals are way off and that someone is burning up with a fever? And Lance is so out of it he doesn’t even know it’s him? .  

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“Pendejo”

Lance had muttered under his breath but Keith still heard it.  He spun to look at the blue paladin who had been walking behind him, “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” Lance glared at him as he shoved past Keith, bumping him in the shoulder on the way past.

“What is up with you today? You have been more of an ass than normal. When you aren’t muttering under your breath, you are glaring at everyone and just being annoying!” Keith exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.

“Maybe I am just sick of all your crap Keith!” Lance snapped.

“Well maybe you should have stayed back on the Castle if you are so sick of me!”

“Maybe I should’ve!”

“ENOUGH!” Shiro shouted, tired of the two boys bickering.  Both Lance and Keith had the decency to duck their heads in shame of being told off for fighting again.  “If you can’t be professional enough to leave your petty squabbles on the ship then maybe I should send you both back right now!”

Hunk moved over to where Lance stood and put his hand on the shaking paladin’s shoulder, “Come on man lets walk together.”

Lance shook him off, “Just leave me alone Hunk!”

“Keith come on.  Just ignore him,” Pidge said as she moved to grab Keith’s arm.

But Keith wasn’t about to let Hunk, who had been so patient with the douchebag, get treated like that, “OI! Don’t talk to Hunk like that!”

“Stay out of it mullet!”

“That’s it!  Both of you are heading back to the castle now!” Shiro ordered, “You will stay there until I get back from this mission and then we are going to have a very long talk on how to treat your teammates and family!”

“Move,” he growled when they stood still in shock.

“Whatever,” Lance mumbled before stalking off in the direction of the ship.  Keith followed after him a few feet behind, glancing at Shiro on the way past with a sheepish look of regret.

“Sorry Shiro,” he tried but bit back the rest of his apology when Shiro glared at him with the look he knew well from back in his Garrison days when he was busted for fighting.  ‘Well this will be a fun lecture to look forward to,’ he thought grimly as he continued walking.

Keith could hear Lance grumbling under his breath as they walked, stupid idiot didn’t even remember that his coms were still on!  The noise was starting to get to the point that Keith was about to say something when he noticed that Lance was not walking in a straight line, in fact it looked like he was drunk with the amount of stumbling he was doing.

“Lance?”

“Go away.”

“Lance are you ok?” Keith sped up to try and catch up with him.

“I said go away!  It’s bad enough I have to listen to that dammed ringing noise all the time, I don’t need to listen to your annoying voice as well!”

“Ringing?  Lance what are you talking about?  There isn’t any ringing.”  Keith finally caught up with Lance and the instant he saw his face he knew something was wrong.  

Lance’s normally clear complexion, not that Keith would ever actually admit to taking notice of it in the first place, was marred with a sickly red tinge and he saw that Lance was sweating profusely which was another warning sign that he wasn’t well.  The planet they were currently on was quite cool, in fact it was almost too cool for Keith’s liking.

“Lance, are you sick?” Keith grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him to face him.

“No but I am sick of you. Now piss off!” As he said that, Lance wrenched his arm away from Keith and spun away on to stop abruptly.  He swayed on the spot for a moment before his legs gave way and he dropped to the grass underneath them.

“LANCE!”  Keith dropped to the ground and pulled Lance onto his lap, “Hey stay with me!”

Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes.  Keith tore off Lance’s helmet and could hear a ringing sound coming from inside it but focused on the now shivering boy in his arms.  “Lance?  Talk to me. What is going on?  Shiro!  Pidge! Hunk!  Someone come in!”

“Keith?  What is wrong?” Shiro’s voice came through the coms.

“Lance just collapsed! He isn’t responding!”

“What do you mean collapsed? What happened?” Shiro demanded.

“I don’t know!  He was complaining about a ringing in his helmet and when I tried to talk to him he just collapsed without a word!”

“Wait, did you say he could hear a ringing in his helmet?” Pidge asked as she and Hunk both came on the channel.

“Yeah.  I couldn’t hear it until I took off his helmet.  Do you know what it is?”

“Give me a sec,” she said and it only took a moment for Keith to hear a gasp on the other end of the com.

“What?  Pidge?  What is it?” Keith was starting to get worried, Lance was starting to moan again and it sounded like he was in pain.

“Dammit!  Keith, does he feel hot?  Like he has a fever?”

Keith looked down and touched Lance’s forehead and hissed at the intense heat that was coming off his bare skin, “Yeah he does!  How did you know that?”

“Remember when I mucked around with our armour a few weeks ago?  Well I upgraded them to help monitor of vitals when we were on missions. The beeping he was hearing was an alarm that his body temperature was too high and that he needed to get help quickly.”

“How does that help him when he is already too sick to know what the alarm means?” Keith snapped.

“We were all supposed to get the same alarm telling us that Lance was in trouble but I think when we turned our coms off earlier during the meeting it must have turned off the alarm as well!” Pidge explained.  Keith could hear that she was upset about what had happened but he didn’t have time to worry about her guilt, Lance needed help and he needed help now!

“I’m going to carry him back to the castle.  Can someone contact Coran and Allura and get them to meet me as fast as they can.  A pod will be quicker than walking,” Keith said as he shifted Lance so that he was able to carry him piggy back style.

“Done, we will wrap things up here and get back to the castle as soon as we can.” Shiro said before he sighed, “Thank you for looking out for him Keith.”

Keith stumbled a little at the unexpected words, “I, uh, I am only doing what I should do.  I mean we are family after all.”

He swore he could hear Shiro smiling, “Yeah buddy we are.”

Keith smiled as he hefted Lance’s body to shift the dead weight a little, “Come on Lance, let’s get you home.”

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[BTS CHANNEL PLUS 2-27-17] JIMIN FULL CHAT

NO REPOSTS OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR

note: Jimin is not hurt! I’m not sure what 파스 is in English but its sort of like a big bandaid korean people use when their muscles or bones(?) hurt. And they’re used in minor pain areas. So he’s not severely injured, which I’m glad to hear. It seems like they might update again in a few hours seeing that Jin got in the chat a few hours ago (i wont be translating that unless its requested, seems like someone already translated on twitter) but again, i wont be here for a week so who knows.

braidedyarn  asked:

Hey there! Do you have any fanfic recs? I read the vampire!Lance one you made art for (beautiful, btw, like all of your work) and I was wondering what other works you enjoyed

Hey, sorry for the late answer! That fic was a part of the Big Bang but I DID make a fic rec post over here! Here is some more Klance fics though (Only finished) because there is so. dang. many. I can’t keep up no matter how much I’d try

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Deeper Than Ink | 01

P R E M I S E ⇒

Should you fall in love with someone, even in the slightest, your skin becomes marked with vibrant colors that depict the story of your emotions. A tattoo, per say. However, should they or you fall out of love, the bright hues dull to black and the feelings you once had for each other melt away. To many, it’s a blessing to not have to live with the pain of your past. But what’s the point when you have too many reminders–say 27?

P A I R I N G ⇒  namjoon x reader

G E N R E ⇒  angst, tattoo au, soulmate au

W O R D S ⇒  7.281

P A R T ⇒  one | two | three


Pebbles bounced against the sidewalk, caught between the concrete and the rubber soles of boots dragging across the pavement. The movement was slow and the sound was reminiscent of a modern romantic defeat, another tally to add to the chalkboard. Another inked reminder that would be incomplete on a pale skin canvas.

A single finger rose to itch at the back of a studded ear, scratching just above the intricate black swirls of patterned water that was splayed over a neck. The owner of this design–and the 27 others cluttering his skin–wasn’t a lost cause or a serial romantic as many had come to believe. But potentially the most unlucky man in the world.

There were many others like him, decorated in dozens of these brandishes to signify their accomplishments in a manner akin to a trophy shelf. Their skin was littered with these marks of past lovers who were only intended to become blackened symbols. However, hoarding tattoos of ones he adored was not a game to him like it was to others; he feared the attention and judgment that his ink gave him.

He was enamored by people and their stories, the things they had to say and the words that they would whisper to him. Falling for them was simply a side effect of his own curiosity that he had no control over, as the patterns would only appear when the emotions were mutual. People were drawn to him, not for the art etched into him, but for his elegant thoughts and charming words.

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“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
He’s a brainless, heartless coward
With no power, 
It’s just another trick of his
He ain’t no wiz

Don’t fear his fire, 
Jump in my balloon, I’ll take you higher,
Take you somewhere over the rainbow,
Get your ticket to the show
Heels click and here we go
Cuz you already know

There’s no place like home.”

Todrick Hall’s “Straight Outta Oz” hit me like a punch in the gut sometime last year, and I started this piece a few days after he released the visual album, I had just been so taken by it. I put it aside for a while because I was having difficulty with it and I was very frustrated. 

I saw him in concert a few weeks ago and it was beautiful and I picked it up again for the first time in a while. Been chipping at it for a couple hours every few days or so and I’m finally just going to call it done. I have so much to do these days, but I’m glad that I at can at least take this out of the “WIP” folder.

All my love and thanks to Todrick Hall, who made a beautifully vulnerable piece of art. 

Back to work. 

This is it...

Hi, my name is Luke. please don’t skip past this post.

First of all i would like to, from the bottom of my heart, on my knees, thank the people that have already helped me. really i can’t put into words how grateful i am that I’ve gotten the help i have.

Let me bring everyone up to speed. a few days ago i made this post.

TL;DR me and my family are being kicked out of our house. we dont know what to do and we are in need of help.

But… unfortunately the situation is much worse. as of right now i think we have a week maximum to figure out what we are going to do.

in the original post I offered to do Commissions to people for what ever they could offer and I didn’t want to take just donations…

but at this point i have to put it all to the side…

alphaschema@gmail.com

This is my paypal email. (those of you who commissioned me might notice its different than the one you used, that was my original personal email.)

Please….anything you can do im freaking out and my family is freaking out. and we dont know what to do, i don’t know if i deserve your help or not i dont know….this is so hard for me to make, but i know if i don’t i’ll regret it.

if i didn’t do everything i could. please if you can just reblog this… even liking would help… i cant offer anymore commissions…but i just…please. i know i dont deserve it, but i dont know where else to turn to. and if nothing else, i know not all of you are religious. but those of you who are, if you could pray for me and my family. i would appreciate it…. thank you for reading this.

Second Love (pt. 01)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is the first part of this “short story”. I’ll upload the second part next week. Enjoy! <3

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03


Winter, 2016

You hate Sundays.

You have always hated them. There’s something about them you can’t quite decipher… 

Is it because you know the weekend has come to an end and a new boring week is going to start? Is it monotony? Loneliness? Sadness? Nostalgia?
You hate Sundays, but this specific Sunday, today, you can feel a heavy feeling in the back of your head.

Is it because of the cloudy sky? Or is it just you? Is it the cold weather of Seoul’s Winter? Or is it just you?

You sigh and rub your temples as you place your head in the window, the only thing separating you from the freezing glass is your grey beanie.

It has been a rough day at the hospital. Running up and down and not even stopping to have a cup of coffee. The snow has blocked some of the main roads and it has caused a few accidents. Blood, bones, people crying, more blood…

You hate Sundays. No, you hate winter Sundays.

All you want to do is arrive to your small apartment, call your mom, call your sister, have a nice bath and eat some pizza while cuddling in the sofa with your American Stanford: Pongo.

As the bus makes its way through the crowded streets of the city you moved in when you were ten, you look at the skyscrapers, the lights, the snow that covers the pavement, the people (hating Sundays as much as you do for what you can see in their faces) the cars, the streets… You would usually read a book as you always spend forty five minutes in the bus, but you finished the one Mei lend you last week and you have already read all the books you own, which are a few to say the least. 

It seems like another boring ride home on another boring Sunday evening. Or at least it seems so until the bus stops. 

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Shortstack

Reid x Reader

“Shoes… Oh my god! I love them, I need them!”

Penelope Garcia was squealing at you.

Loudly.

The team had just broken up from the morning meeting to discuss the agenda for the next few days. For once, there was no case so the team would mainly be on admin duties.

Your office buddy Penelope had caught sight of the new heels you were sporting and had fallen quite literally, head over heels in love with them.

“They are pretty nice, Y/N,” JJ eyed them appreciatively.

They were, and they’d cost you enough. You’d been admiring them in the store window for a few weeks now and had decided to treat yourself with your second pay check. You’d joined the team eights weeks ago as the secondary technical analyst, being made to feel perfectly at home in the already close knit team within a matter of hours.

“I wanna try them on… Pretty please! I know you’re the same size as me,” Penelope begged you.

“How the hell do you know that?” you asked her, watching her slip her own kitten heels off, wriggling her pink painted toes on the ground.

“It’s in your file.”

“My shoe size is in my file? Christ, is my bra size there too?”

“Actually it will be,” Dr Reid glanced up at you from his seat. “The bureau has all of our measurements on file for if we need to be kitted out in specialist clothing.”

“But I’m a technical analyst?” you perched on the table next to where he was sat.

“You might still need to be kitted out in Kevla. Garcia has had to join us in the field a few times,” he told you.

“Yes and each time was a horrific experience that I’d choose never to repeat if I had the choice. Enough talking….. Can I please try them on? I want your shoes but I don’t wanna buy them if I can’t walk in them,“ Penelope interrupted you both and you laughed, inching back on the table so you were actually sitting on it and removing your shoes one by one, holding them out so Penny could come and get them.

She slipped her feet into them, holding onto Derek and wobbling as she tried to stand.

“Oh my…. Oh my…. How on earth do you walk in these things. What are they, four…. five inch heels?” she grimaced, her feet obviously protesting to the angle they were forced into.

“Six actually,” you told her.

“Six inch heels…..How…. Why…. Six inches…. Oh god.” Penelope tried to walk, her ankles bending awkwardly as she grasped Derek.

“Nope. No matter how adorable they are, I can’t force myself to endure that amount of pain. Why do you do it? You wear these sorts of shoes everyday, Y/N.”

Garcia stepped out of them, a relieved look on her face as she sank back down to her normal height.

“Because I like them… They make me feel tall,” you told her. “No doubt my actual height is in my file too.”

“It is… But I can’t recall it, I don’t have the eidetic memory of Spencer, here. So stand up,” she demanded.

You went to slip the heels back on but she touched your arm.

“Without the heels, silly!”

You looked around at your colleagues, them eyeing you expectantly and slid off the table, preparing yourself for their comments.

They started to chuckle immediately.

“Oh baby girl, you really are a baby girl. You’re tiny.” Derek looked you up and down, taking in your tiny stature.

“Oh that’s adorable. You’re so cute and tiny!! I’m just wanna pick you up and put you in my pocket!” Penny gushed.

“I’m gonna start calling you Ma Petite….. I didn’t think the bureau employed any dwarves… ” Derek joked.

“Hey. Technically I’m not classed as a little person. I’m five foot.” Barely, and you had to make sure you stood very, very straight. But still.

“Five foot! Reid… Stand up next to her.” Penny clapped her hands.

“Yeah kid, you’re the tallest here, stand up next to her. This’ll be a laugh.”

Both Spencer and you rolled your eyes, but he obliged none the less. Unfolding his long body from his chair, he stood next you, Penny and Derek laughing hysterically at the height difference between you two.

“Oh that’s funny. Can you imagine if those two were together…. The neck ache they’d get from trying to kiss each other,” Penny commented and you glanced at Spencer, seeing his cheeks redden.

Yours did too, only slightly. The thought of kissing your handsome colleague making you feel warm and tingly.

“Little and large,” Derek guffawed.

“Lanky pants and short stack,” Penny joined in.

“Guys stop… Please. I hate comments about my height. That’s why I wear the heels,” you begged them to shut up, there wasn’t a name they could come up with that you hadn’t heard before.

“We’re sorry, Munchkin. We’re just teasing ya. You two look hella cute next to each other though,” Penelope gestured between you and Reid, and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Alright team, enough. Let’s get to work please,“ Hotch decided to break up the gathering, looking up from his seat.

The team split going their separate ways and you bent down to slip your shoes on, feeling relieved when you were back to the height you’d become accustomed to over the years. When you straightened up, you could see that Spencer had remained behind.

“I’m sorry about their teasing.”

You grinned at him, “Nah, it’s fine. I’m used to it. I just hate how sometime, people treat me like a little kid cos I’m so tiny.”

“I promise never to do that, Y/N. It is…. Erm… It is kinda cute though.”

“Oh….?” you raised an eyebrow at him, seeing him fidget awkwardly.

“Well… I mean…. Erm… I think you’re actually kinda cute….Actually no….not cute…. Erm…Ithinkyou'rebeautifulactually.”

The last part came out in a rush, all one word and you blushed deeper when you realised what he’d said.

“You do?”

Oh god…

“Erm…. Yeah….” he stood, shuffling his feet, his hands twitching slightly.

“I think you’re kinda beautiful too, Dr Reid.”

His eyes shot to yours and you smiled at him, a slow grin forming on his lips.

“Do you…. Would you…. Could we maybe go for coffee one night after work?” he asked quietly, fully aware that Agent Hotchner was still within ear shot.

“That would be great. And And don’t worry….I live in heels so you won’t have to worry about getting neck ache!”

His grin grew wider and you matched his facial expressions.

“I’d live with neck ache if it meant I got to kiss you,” he whispered softly.

“Same Spencer, same.”

1000 Followers Smut Part 2

It was Saturday night and I was sat in the lounge with all of the guys having a movie night. It had been a week since they had played their little game with me and the whole week I had not teased them once. Now I had just about recovered but during the week the boys found it highly amusing to watch me struggle to get about due to the slight pain they had caused from their intense night of fucking. They believed that I had learnt my lesson and that the pain would remind me not to tease them because of the consequences therefore I hadn’t teased them since. Though they couldn’t have been more wrong. I had been saving all my teasing for one night and that was tonight. I tried to focus my attention on the movie though all I could think about was what I had planned for tonight and as the boys went to bed one by one I just got more and more exited. Eventually, after a long time of waiting, I was the last one up and headed upstairs. First I checked that each boy was fast asleep before running into my room and grabbing my stuff. Slowly and steadily I attached each boy to their bed posts blind folding them and removing them of their clothing though that wasn’t hard as the guys only slept in boxers. I couldn’t help but smirk at them all lying there naked and helpless just like I had been knowing that this time I was the one in control. I waited for them to wake up and though I wanted to fuck all of them right now I wasn’t going to let temptation get the better of me. Not long after I began to hear groans and talking from a few of the rooms. Smiling to myself I peered round the doors as everyone awakened. I bit my lip at the sight of the 10 guys that were teasing me just a week ago now lying there already beginning to get hard. I waited a couple of minutes to make sure everyone was awake before getting ready to start off my night of teasing, torture and pleasure. “Y/N is that you what the fuck are you doing?” Gilinsky finally shouted and I smiled to myself.
“I don’t know if you remember the events of last week where you all tied me up and fucked me senseless but I most certainly do and tonight I’m going to get my own back and play my own game. The rules of my game are as follows if you behave and follow my instructions you will get what you want.” I said and paused listening to their breathing begin to get heavy making me giggle.
“What if we break the rules?” Sammy asked and I smirked.
“Then I get what I want.” I hear all of them groan and bite my lip walking into the first room to my right ready to begin my teasing. I walked in and in front of me laid Taylor naked frustrated and tied up. I took in a deep breath trying to contain my excitement before climbing on the bed.
“Y/N?” He questioned and I leaned towards his ear.
“Hey baby.” I said before slowly taking off his blindfold. I stepped back from the bed and watched Taylor bite his lip knowing what was coming. “Are you going to behave?” I asked stepping back a little further and he nodded his head still biting his lip. I smiled turning around slowly pulling off my top and tossing it to the floor. Next I unbuttoned my shorts throwing them down too before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I heard Taylor start to move becoming impatient as my bra hit the floor. Turning back around I smiled watching his eyes focus on my exposed chest before climbing back onto the bed. His lustful eyes looked up at me as I placed my lips onto his. The kiss was slow and passionate as our tongues intertwined. “You’ve been good so far,” I said reached towards his hands “I’m going to release your hands but you’re going to have to continue to listen to me and keep them to yourself to get your real release.” He nodded as I took off the cuffs and I smiled at his obedience. I trailed my hands down his sweaty toned body making goosebumps form all over his skin. He sat up and I attached my lips back to his slowly grinding my dampening core onto his hard length. He moaned against me making me smile into the kiss grinding down harder. I trailed my hand down his abs once again this time stopping when I got to his length. I sat back a little as I started to palm him, his length getting harder with my touch. My pace got quicker and I started to occasionally flick my thumb over his tip sending him closer to the edge. I smiled against his lips before quickening my pace yet again making him moan. I pulled back now focusing entirely on giving him his release. He looked at me before closing his eyes not being able to take anymore and releasing into my hand. I smiled as he laid there panting trying to catch back his breath. He opened his eyes and smiled back as I cleaned myself up before walking into the next room.

As I opened the door Aarons head faced towards me and I smiled walking towards him to take off his blindfold. His jaw dropped as his eyes focused on my boobs making me giggle. “Eyes up here!” I said laughing and he looked up blushing. I crawled onto the bed straddling Aaron slowly leaning down towards his ear. “If you can keep your hands to yourself you’ll get what you want.” I whispered starting to grind on his hard length before undoing the cuffs. I attached my lips to his mouth continuing to grind my dampening heat onto Aaron making him moan into the kiss. I quickened my pace when I felt his hands trail down by back and onto my boobs. I smiled against him but he knew what he’d done. I moved back placing one last kiss on his soft lips before leaving him to himself.

The next room was the Jacks and I smiled to myself seeing them both tied up next to each other. Trying to ignore the pool between my legs I walked over to the bed and laid down in between them. They turned to me and I couldn’t help but smirk. Slowly I trailed my hands down both of their toned chests before crawling over to Gilinsky straddling his waist. He leant forward eagerly kissing me tugging against the chains wanting to have his hands on my waist. I took off his blindfold before kissing him back as he grinded upwards not being able to deny myself the pleasure of a little friction that I so desperately needed. I moved down attaching my lips to his neck making my way to where he needed me. I watched his eyes close as I got closer to his length kissing his tip making him moan. “How about you keep your pretty mouth closed and I will give you what you want?” I asked and Jack nodded his head. Slowly I pressed my lips to his cock licking around his tip. I smiled watching him struggle to keep quiet as I slowly licked a line up his length making him throw back his head. I looked up at him staring deeply into his eyes as I put all of him in my mouth gagging as he rubbed the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He moaned before biting his lip and throwing his head back in frustration as took him out of my mouth. I left a kiss on the tip of his throbbing member before moving over to Johnson.
“Hey baby.” I said straddling Johnson’s waist taking off his blindfold “Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked and he looked over at Gilinsky before nodding. I attached my lips to his and he gently kissed back trying to behave making me smirk into the kiss. I leant forward and undid the handcuffs letting Johnson’s hands drop by his side. I picked them up placing them on my hips before leaning close to his ear. “You’re allowed to be a little bit naughty.” I whispered smirking before re-attaching my lips to Johnson’s. He slowly trailed his hands down my back and just when I wasn’t expecting it he squeezed my ass making me squeal. I moved back giggling at the massive smirk on his face before moving down to his hard length. I looked up at him while I licked lines up his length making him close his eyes. Then I looked over at Gilinsky before putting as much of Johnson in my mouth as I could gagging as he hit the back of my throat. “This could have been you but you can’t keep your mouth shut.” I said smirking at Gilinsky wiping my mouth before turning back to Johnson. I put him back in my mouth and began to bob my head getting quicker and quicker as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Are you going to keep quiet and get your release baby?” I asked and he nodded. I slowed down my pace making sure to fit as much of him in my mouth as I could again and again until I saw him biting his lip gripping onto the sheets and I knew he was close. I quickened up a little using my hands for the parts I could reach when I felt Johnson twitch before releasing into my mouth. I bobbed my head a couple more times before moving back and swallowing his load. They both lay there breathless but for different reasons. I smirked at Gilinsky before looking at Johnson. “Untie loud mouth over there so he can help himself.” I said before leaving the room. At this point I was as horny as ever and desperately needed my own release but I took a deep breath knowing I would have to hold it for a little longer as I walked into Shawn’s room with the biggest smirk on my face.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Shawn asked as I walked over to his bed quickly removing my panties so I was now fully naked.
“It sure is baby.” I said smiling before pulling off his blindfold. I brushed my fingers through his hair before slowly pressing my lips against his. I closed my eyes getting lost in the kiss when I realised what I was doing. I pulled back and Shawn smirked. Slowly I moved back so my face was level with his length and I rapped my lips around his tip whilst swirling my tongue making him moan before I started to bob my head. I raised my head slowly making a pop sound as I took him out of my mouth. I moved forward straddling his waist making sure to place my dripping core over his aching member before grinding down. Shawn clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Shit.” He breathed making me smirk. I ran my hands over his abs before placing them on his length. I lined him up at my entrance slowly lowering myself onto him making us both moan. My eyes shut as I moved my hips in a slow circle clenching tightly around him. I had been waiting to pleasure myself for so long but I knew now wasn’t the right time I took a deep breath knowing that I couldn’t carry on for much longer. I started to move again watching Shawn tense underneath me. I I began rolling my hips grinding down on Shawn’s length making him bite his lip. “Y/N.” Shawn moaned and I knew he was getting close. I quickened up my pace watching Shawn’s mouth slowly open and his hands pull against the chains overwhelmed by pleasure. After a few more seconds I lifted myself away from Shawn and watched him as his eyes flew open and he let out a deep sexy groan. I took a deep breath though resisting the urge to continue passionately fucking Shawn was so hard the look on his face was worth it.
“I’m sorry baby you broke the rules.” I said trying to contain my smirk. He turned and looked at me his eyes full of anger and lust which was not a good mix. I walked over to the door leaning against it but just before I left I turned to face Shawn. He stared at me and I bit my lip to stop myself from giggling. “Problem?” I asked knowing he had figured it out.
“You didn’t tell me any rules.” He said and I winked before walking away the sound of the chains as he tried to get loose ringing in my ears. The smug feeling soon went and was replaced by the aching feeling between my legs. I clenched my fists as well as my legs before looking around the house and heading into Cameron’s room.

“Y/N.” He said as I crawled onto the bed and straddled his waist.
“Yes baby.” I replied as I removed his blindfold my lips almost touching his. He leant forward kissing me and I couldn’t not kiss back. Our tongues intertwined and I ran my hands down his hot sweaty body whilst getting lost in the kiss. A minute or two later I pulled back making Cameron moan. “You know you’re all having trouble with staying quiet but I might have a way we can fix that.” I said smirking. I kissed Cameron one more time before undoing his handcuffs and turning around.
“Is that right?” Cameron asked trailing his hands down my back giving me goosebumps
“How about you keep quiet and give me what I want so I can give you what you want?” I said leaning close to his member. His hands grabbed my ass pulling me close to his face.
“Ok baby.” He breathed over my aching core making me clench my fists. I leant forward and placed a kiss on the end of Cameron’s throbbing length before starting to take it in my mouth when I felt his tongue lick a line up my slit making me moan. I shook my head realising that Cameron was taking control and lowered myself onto his face making his tongue go deeper inside me.
“Cameron.” I moaned onto his length making him shudder beneath me. His hands gripped tightly onto my ass as his tongue did circles around my dripping centre making me moan more and more vibrating his cock. I started to bob my head getting quicker and quicker and I could tell Cameron was getting close as well as getting close to moaning. I closed my eyes getting close to my own orgasm while trying to focus on getting Cameron his release. I took him out of my mouth making him gasp but he did not moan. “Are you close baby?” I asked expecting an answer.
“Mm Hmm.” He moaned and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Are you? He asked quietly questioning whether he was allowed to speak. I leaned forward and put as much of him in my mouth as I could moaning loudly giving him his answer. This sent him over the edge and he became a mess beneath me. “Fuck.” He moaned just before releasing into my mouth. I swallowed his load before throwing my head back his moans and screams sending vibrations through me getting me closer and closer to the edge. He quickened the pace of his tongue whilst still moaning onto my dripping heat and I couldn’t take anymore.
“Cameron.” I moaned coming undone all over his tongue. I grabbed the sheets and squeezed my eyes shut riding out my orgasm. After a couple more seconds I rolled over and lay beside him while we both caught back our breaths. I placed a kiss on his lips allowing us to taste each other before getting up and walking to Matt and Nash’s room.
I walked in and Nash’s head swiftly turned to face the door.

“Y/N?” He whispered.
“Yes baby.” I said walking over to his bed straddling his waist. I trailed my hands down his body before grinding down on his throbbing length which desperately needed to be touched. Though my orgasm had satisfied me for a short while I still craved more. I took in a deep breath and braced myself knowing that I would get what I wanted soon enough and took off Nash’s blindfold focusing my attention on him. He lifted his head up until our eyes met and I smirked licking my lips at the thought of what I could do to him. This made him groan and throw back his head in frustration. “What’s wrong baby?” I asked “Do you want my tongue?” I said licking my lips once more.
“Fuck.” He moaned pulling against the chains giving me the answer.“ I leaned forward and undid his cuffs making sure to put my boobs close to his face as I did so giggling to myself until he tangled his hands in my hair and pulled me into a kiss. I felt him smirk against my lips thinking that now I had let him go he was the one in control but he couldn’t have been more wrong. I kissed him back for just a few seconds before pulling away and smirking at him. I moved my way down his body until my face was aligned with his hard length and I looked up at him watching him bite his lip.
"If you can keep your hands to yourself I’ll let you have your release.” I said and Nash nodded placing his hands by his side making me giggle. Slowly I swirled my tongue around his tip making him moan and grip onto the bed sheets. I smirked before taking as much of him in my mouth as I could letting him feel his dick rub the back of my throat as I gagged. I moved my head back a little and began to move my mouth up and down on his cock as strings of profanities left his mouth. I slowed down my pace smirking as I did so when I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my head down until I gagged before moving it back up again until my eyes met his and he looked away knowing what he’d done. I bobbed my head once more before taking him out of my mouth and wiping my lips. I leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his member when I heard a groan from the other side of the room. I turned around noticing Matt was fast asleep totally oblivious to what was going on. I swear everyone was awake I thought as I looked back at Nash.
“He’s a deep sleeper.” He said and I smirked my head filling with ideas. I walked over to Matts bed crawling on top of him giggling at his snoring. Slowly I began placing kisses on his chest working my way down to his length which was already slightly hard. I put the tip in my mouth sucking it licking it kissing it but still he didn’t wake. I turned around looking at Nash as he sat stroking himself while I tried to put as much of Matt in my mouth as possible. Slowly I moved back my saliva stringing from his cock as I smirked at how hard he had gotten. He started to move and groan slowly waking up as I moved myself forward lining up my entrance with his cock. His cock twitched as I teased myself with it making me moan and that’s when he awoke. I sat up taking off his blindfold as he looked at me with his sleepy eyes,
“Y/N.” He tried to shout but it came out as a deep husky groan as I grinded my dripping pussy along his cock aching for it to be inside me. He looked around the room pulling against the handcuffs realising what was going on.
“I decided to pay you back for all the teasing you did last week,” I said biting my lip but somebody couldn’t stay awake. I’m not sure if you should be allowed to try and get your release.“
"Please baby.” He begged and I felt him twitch beneath me.
“Well seeing as you asked so nicely.” I giggled before slowly lowering myself onto his hard length. We both let out a gasp and I waited a second to adjust to his size before moving my hips up and down. I kept at a steady pace thrusting my hips making us both moan. It felt so good but I knew I couldn’t cum yet. I sped up a little watching Matt close his eyes. Realising I’d got carried away and forgotten to take off his handcuffs I slowed down the movement of my hips until I stopped and Matts eyes flew open. I sat still feeling his cock throbbing inside of me smirking to myself. “I’m going to untie you now but you’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself if you want me to carry on. Unless you want to end up like that.” I said pointing at Nash and Matt nodded. I leant forward so just his tip was inside me while I took off his handcuffs and his arms fell by his side. Just when he wasn’t expecting it I sunk down onto his hard length and he let out a hot throaty groan.
“Fuck.” He moaned as I sat back and bounced on his cock. I could feel he was getting close so I quickened my pace watching him grasp onto the sheets his eyes closing. I trailed my hands down his body placing them on his hips moaning as he hit the right spot. I got quicker and quicker until I could feel his dick twitching inside me watching him as he turned into a moaning mess as he came. After a couple more thrusts of my hips I lifted off him kissing him on the lips before I slowly walked away my legs shaking as I so desperately craved an orgasm but I knew I couldn’t not just yet.

Blow jobs and hand jobs were starting to bore me so before I want into the next room I went into my own to fetch something. With only two more rooms to go I walked into Nate’s climbing on his bed as he turned to face me.
“‘Bout time Lil mama thought you were never getting here.” He said with a cocky smile which soon fell off his face as I took off his blindfold and he saw what was in my hand.
“The other boys were told not to touch but I’m quite in need for someone’s hands right now.” I said undoing his cuffs and placing his hands on my ass as I straddled his waist. “They were also told to keep quiet though with the amount of pleasure you will be in I don’t think that will be possible. And besides, I think hearing your deep desperate moans would be so so sexy.” I whispered placing a kiss on his lips.
“So what are my rules then.” He asked and I smirked moving down the bed so I was able to see his big hard length. I turned on the vibrator on its lowest setting and held it just above his cock looking at his lustful eyes.
“No cumming until I say. Ok?” His mouth almost fell open not being able to give me an answer though he soon made some noise as I gently pressed it against the tip of his dick. His moans were quiet but got louder and louder as the vibrator was turned up higher and higher. I started at the bottom slowly moving it all the way up to his sensitive tip making it leak with pre cum. I could see he was getting close but I wanted to tease him some more. I put my mouth around the tip of his dick swirling my tongue around making him moan as the vibrator and my mouth pleasured his hard length.
“I’m close baby.” He moaned and I smirked moving back turning the vibrator up as high as it would go. Nate almost screamed his legs were shaking and I knew he couldn’t take much more.
“Are you ready on the count of three. One” I said moving the vibrator up and down his throbbing cock. “Two.” I leaned forward sucking on his tip feeling him twitch in my mouth. I pressed the vibrator against his sensitive tip and whispered three. His hips shot up from the bed and he made the loudest noise I had ever heard. Cum exploded from his cock as he swore and moaned riding out his orgasm and it was by far the hottest one I had ever seen. It had made me as horny as ever and I graved an orgasm. He lay there a sticky sweaty mess panting on the bed. He looked at me and I looked back at him though nothing was said. It didn’t need to be. I placed a kiss on his forehead before walking into the last room.

“Save the best ‘till last aye princess.” Sammy smirking and I just smiled. I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’d have to touch squeeze and kiss every inch of my body and that’s why I’d saved Sammy until last. I needed him. I looked at him tied to the bed as I untied his blindfold his helplessness did not make him any less cocky. “So what are we doing baby?” He asked I smiled. My pussy was already dripping all over his dick and I couldn’t help but grind on him a little. “Looks like someone’s a little horny.” He said smirking and I knew I had to take control. I leaned forward and kissed him the handcuffs prevented him from holding my head and I used this to my advantage. Every time he tried to take control of the kiss I pulled away making him more and more frustrated. I decided to leave him tied up for a while longer to tease him all the more. Slowly I rubbed his hard length against my soaked pussy before lowering myself onto it making me and Sammy both moan. “Stop teasing you know you want it.” Sammy said and it was true but I was in control not him.
“You want it just as bad as I do,” I said “and if you make one more noise I’m going to stop. Understand?” I couldn’t help but smirk as he nodded. His dick felt so good inside me and I needed to cum. I started to move up and down. Slowly at first but getting faster and faster. He was hitting just the right spot and I couldn’t help but moan.
“You like that baby?” Sammy said and as much as I didn’t want to I stopped. His eyes shot to me and he groaned in frustration. “What was that for?” He moaned.
“You broke the rules.” I replied smirking.
“Sorry baby but I don’t follow rules.” He said and before I knew it his hands were on my waist and his lips on mine. He flipped us over and pinned my arms above my head. I looked at his wrists the hand cuffs were attached to his wrists but not the bed. I don’t know he did it but he did. I was so annoying he had ruined my teasing but his dick felt so good. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I grasped my firsts together and curled my toes as he his dick thrusted in and out of me. I was so close and Sammy was getting quicker and quicker. I felt my orgasm coming when Sammy twitched and came. The moans and groans that were coming out of him were so hot but he was slowing down. After a few more thrusts he pulled out leaving me aching on the bed. My legs were shaking as I watched him walk to the door in shock of what had just happened when I saw Shawn and everything made sense. Sammy walked away as Shawn walked towards me. I went to sit up but Shawn pushed me back against the bed pinning me down with his muscular arms. He didn’t need hand cuffs.
“Sha-” He crashed his lips against mine cutting off my words making me moan in his mouth.
“You think its funny leaving me there tied up like that.” I said looking at me his eyes full of lust.
“It was payback.” I said trying to explain my actions.
“Payback?” Shawn smirked. “I’ll show you payback.”
He slammed his dick into me making me scream. He had one hand cupping my face the other rubbing my clit as he leant down to kiss me again only pushing his cock in further. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I grabbed the sheets unable to control myself anymore. “You want to cum?” He asked.
“Yes. Please make me cum.” I moaned.
“Then you should have followed the rules.” He said and he had the biggest smirk across his sexy sweaty face. He pulled out rolled me over so my ass was in the air and slammed back into me.
“Shawn!” I screamed. He smacked my ass only making me scream even more. He pulled his dick all the way out before roughly thrusting back into me again every time hitting just the right spot. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. “Please Shawn. I need to cum.” I begged and he pulled my hair lifting my head up and smacked my ass again.
“What was that? Say it louder!”
“Make me cum!” I screamed with every last ounce of energy I had.
“Fuck.” He moaned under his breath. “Cum for me.” Those were the only words I wanted to here my fists were clenched my legs were shaking and my eyes shut. My orgasm hit me harder than it had ever done before. My vision went white as I felt it wash over my body like a tidal wave. Shawn continued to thrust into me until he could go no longer. He moaned my name as he released the biggest load inside of me thrusting just a couple more times before pulling out. We both lay there unable to talk for a moment our orgasms having left us speechless. I looked at him and he looked at me but we didn’t say anything we didn’t need to. There was a noise at the door and one by one all of the boys came in and joined us on the bed. Each one of us sweaty, sticky and utterly worn out.
“Wow.” Nate said and we all laughed as wow couldn’t come close to express what had just happened.
“At least we’re even now Y/N.” Sammy said and I smirked turning to Shawn.
“Even.”

Last night I met Mr. Banks for the first time. I picked the restaurant since he’s not from my city. I walked into the restaurant wearing this sexy burgundy dress, and made sure to wear the diamond earrings I bought with the money he sent me. So I told the host his name and she shows me to the table. He saw me walking towards the table and stood up and gave me a hug, pulled out my chair and whispered in my ear that I smelled so good. His voice is so smooth and sexy. I’m so glad he’s attractive. He definitely looks better and younger in person too. So we talked about life, what my goals and aspirations are, if I plan on moving out of Ohio, do I like traveling, what my nationality is etc. He knew I was mixed but wanted to know more because he said I looked very “exotic”. (I’m Dominican and Black so a lot of SD’s in the past have actually given me more money since I’m exotic). He said he loves my curves, and loves the way I dress. Mr Banks made me feel very comfortable. I thought it was going to be awkward but it wasn’t. After we had a few more drinks we began talking about what kind of arrangement we both wanted. He know’s I have experience and I’m intelligent. I’m not going to let anyone “try” to take advantage of me. At the end of the day it’s a business. So Mr. Banks comes to my city on the weekends. We had already agreed a few days ago to seeing each other when he’s here for $1,500 a weekend. If he wants to see me more, which I know he will, then I told him it would be more during the week due to my work and school schedule etc. which is reasonable… (Aim high ladies!) I thought he was going to try to negotiate but he didn’t he just smiled and said ok and he completely understands. Omg his smile is perfect lol. I told him that he has no idea what he’s getting himself into lol. He literally had his hand on my thigh the entire dinner. He wasn’t trying to go up my dress or anything he just kept his hand on my thigh… The waitress looked at his hand then looked at me. I just smiled and so did he. He didn’t even look at her but he could tell she was looking at him. He clearly didn’t give a fuck who saw and I didn’t really care either. I’m guessing he’s going to be the type that loves some type of physical contact because he kept his hands on my waist while I was standing up also. It’s like he’s letting everyone know that I’m his. Which is sexy to me. So I’m walking a head of him and I look back and he has a black bag in his hand. So I’m getting ready to get into my Uber and he kisses me and gives me the bag. I was not expecting that at all, he completely caught me off guard. He told me not to open it until I got home and to call him when I got home. When I got home I opened it and called him. He gave me an envelope with $1,500 in cash and a black Gucci mini chain bag which is $1,400! I told him thank you probably like 10 times lol and told him that he didn’t have to do that on our first date and he said he knows and he was only going to give it to me if the date went well. I’m so thankful it went well.

Promise - Namjoon

Warnings: mentions of cheating, implications of sex

Request: “Hi~ if it’s no trouble, could I request a Drabble? numbers 74,142 and 175 with namjoon please! you can choose whether it’s fluff or angst :) I also wanted to say I love your writing so much! Keep it up”

74. “Your eyes are red… were you crying?”
142. “I figured you shouldn’t be alone.”
175. “I can see it on your face.”

Word Count: 1156

Genre: Fluff

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You were broken. After walking in on your boyfriend - now ex - practically devouring your best friend, Irene, who you thought you could have trusted, you came to the conclusion that every relationship you would have, romantic or platonic, would simply end in misery and betrayal. It was almost as if all of your past boyfriends just wanted you for your body. You didn’t know if you could trust anyone anymore. You began to think that your closest friends would eventually betray you, even though you knew deep down inside that they would stay by you.

And of course, you knew Kim Namjoon would always be with you.

Limbs sprawled and dried tears, you lay on your bed in trepidation of what your future was to be. You couldn’t help but think that all hope for you was lost, and that you would never love anybody again. The thought of seeing Jumin pinning Irene to the wall, lips connected and faces flushed - you almost felt sick to your stomach.

That image of Jumin and Irene only made the pain in your chest grow, and urged you to let out the tears you’ve been holding back for sleepless nights. You held your knees to your chest and sobbed into the sheets beneath you, not caring if the entire world heard you at that moment. You had the right to be upset, especially after seeing Jumin grinding his hips against your friend, his left hand riding up her shirt while his right hand slid down beneath-

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of your cell phone blaring beside your ear, the familiar ringtone letting you know that your best friend, Namjoon, was trying to reach you, but you didn’t want to talk to him. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. He didn’t even know about what you were going through, but all he knew is that you weren’t showing up to school, and that meant something definitely wasn’t right with you, since you had never missed a day of school - until now.

The constant ringing of your phone drove on for at least half an hour, bringing you to the point where you angrily grabbed your phone and shut it off, tossing it to the other side of your bedroom, sighing in relief of the silence. Unfortunately, you forgot about how persistent Namjoon was, so when you heard someone banging on your front door, you groaned and ignored them, hoping that they would leave soon. You knew it was Namjoon, but that pushed you ever further to ignore him.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there!” You heard him yell, the pounding on the door growing louder by the second. Suddenly, you heard your front door slam shut, and that’s when you remembered that you had given Namjoon a key to your house only a few weeks ago. He was already halfway down the hall when you jolted up and ran to your door, attempting to lock it, but he was too quick and opened the door before your hand could even touch the doorknob.

“Go away,” You said before trying to push him out, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and embraced you, moving his hands to your head and pulling you closer to his body.

“I was so worried,” He mumbled into your hair.

“Joonie, please, just go.”

He slightly pulled away in confusion at your words, his hands softly cupping your cheeks and his forehead pressed against yours.

“Your eyes are red… were you crying?” He asked, concern written all over his face. You couldn’t stand to see his pained expression, so you slowly nodded then looked down.

“J-Jumin-” You managed to gasp out, but you immediately choked on your own tears as Namjoon pulled you closer, hugging you tighter than he had ever before. You felt your knees buckle, and Namjoon slowly fell to the ground with you, the overwhelming silence taking over the sullen mood surrounding you. “Why did you come, Namjoon?”

“I figured you shouldn’t be alone,” He whispered, running his fingers through your hair as you quietly sobbed into his shirt. “Eunhee told me about him and Irene. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You don’t.”

Minutes passed as you lay in his arms, but you managed to gather yourself and look up at Namjoon, who mumbled to himself as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. You stayed like this for a while, your cheeks held by his soft hands, gazes averted as silence fell over the room.

“Y/N…” Namjoon spoke, slightly lifting your head to allow your eyes to meet with his.

“You love me, don’t you?” You said abruptly, causing Namjoon’s mouth to stay agape as he stared at you, wondering if you had really just asked him such a thing.

“I-I… well I-I wouldn’t say-” He began to stutter, but you cut him off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He froze in shock, but slowly melted into the kiss, bringing his arms to hook around the back of your neck. You disconnected your lips with his, yet still stayed in close proximity to his reddened face.

“I can see it on your face. You love me.”

Namjoon sighed and shifted his gaze down to the carpet, deciding to spill his secrets to you.

“I do. I love you, Y/N.” You almost flinched at his words, but you knew ultimately that he wasn’t like your previous boyfriends. Namjoon was kind. He was understanding. He was gentle. He knew you better than your own family. He was your family. He had always stuck with you through the rough times. He had cared about you, and he would always care about you. You trusted him with your life, and now you were just realizing that the answer was in front of you all along? After so many years of scattered thoughts and conflicted emotions, you finally knew he was the one.

“Namjoon, can you teach me how to love again?” You asked, almost desperate for a positive answer from him. Surprisingly, instead of an answer, he kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks as you simply melted at his touch. He pulled away with a gentle smile on his face, showcasing his dimples, one of your many favorite features of him.

“As long as you promise to stay by me,” He said, and you quickly nodded before quickly pecking his lips.

“I promise.”

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lmao this was so shit I’m so sorry

Poison

Finn Balor x Reader Oneshot

inspired by the song ‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper

wordcount: 1752

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Originally posted by msgem

He never thought this could happen to him. Anybody but not him, Finn Balor the Demon King. He was married to his wrestling carrier, no commitment to anything or anybody else!

And still he stood there, head over heels in love with her. It was just so different with Y/N. He had an instant connection when he first met her at NXT. They laughed over the stupidest things togheter and shared their deep passion for wrestling. Often times she was his voice of reason regarding expenses like certain lego sets or other, more “adult” investments.

He wasn’t sure what to do. One the one hand he had sworn to himself to concentrate on his career, no distractions. But one the other hand, Y/N was just perfect. He knew he would never find someone else who was like her. Like a seeked puzzle piece, a soulmate she completed him. Finn was torn apart.. does he even have time for a relationship?

“It’s just, everytime I see her I’m thrilled. I can’t think straight.” he confessed to his best friend.

“I don’t see your problem Finn.” Sami shook his head. “You two are perfect for eachother! Just go and tell her”

“It’s not that simple.. you know I don’t need any distractions.” ‘And it’s not like she would be interested’ he thought to himself. Y/N, too, was very focused on her carrier. She only made it to the main roster 3months ago and was involved in a big storyline and he was supposed to comeback to Raw in a few weeks.

“Oh.. wow” Sami chuckled “Now I know what your problem is. Have you ever tried, like, not to see a relationship like a distraction and more like an enrichment? I mean, especially with Y/N! Has your friendship with her ever restricted you in any way?”

“No, bu-” Finn wanted to interrupt, but Sami didn’t stop rambling.

“See! You two always gosh about lego or wrestling and since you two train togheter you would also have time togheter. I mean you already spend most of your time with her. So this wouldn’t even be that much of a change. Heck, just grow some balls Finn! Where’s your confidence? Not so demon anymore more I guess.”

Finn scoffed but he knew Sami was kinda right. But new doubt raised. Finn wasn’t ready for a relationship at least that’s what he told himself. And even if he would have the guts to tell Y/N the risk of rejection and therefore loosing her was too high. With no voice of reason to his side he had decided to back up from Y/N for almost a month now, to leave his thoughts time to rearrange but mainly he hoped to reduce all those feelings for Y/N. 

“Well, we never know” he murmured to himself.

“Please don’t tell me you already screwed it up!” Sami questioned him.

Finn didn’t answer. Instead his gaze was fixed on something behind Sami. As Sami turned around he saw Y/N making her way down the corridor. She smiled at the two men and waved. Sami smiled widely, waved back and turned around to look at Finn again. But he was already gone. Sami saw him stomping down the opposite hallway.

“What was that about?” Y/N asked as she reached Sami.

“I don’t know.” Sami shook his head.

“He’s so distant at the moment. I think I might have upset him with something but I don’t know what I did.. do you know anything?” Sami saw how hurt Y/N was.

“He…I-I…,” he let out a long breath “You know what, I think it’s better if you ask him that yourself.” he gave Y/N a quick side hug, pushing her to the hallway Finn walked away.

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“Finn!” a way too familiar voice called after him. Her words ferrling like needles and pins

“Finn! Come on, stop walking.” But Finn refused the request, not willing to stop in his tracks and face the cause of his misery. Y/N began to grow more and more frustrated.

A cold little hand grasped Finns wrist, turning him around with a sweep. His wrists enflaming under her touch.

“Finn! What the heck is wrong with you??” Y/N huffed breathlessly because she had to hurry to reach Finn with her little steps. “What have I done to upset you so badly?” she questioned him. She looked deeply concerned and hurt. Finn hated himself that he made her feel that way. And he hated himself even more for what he was about to do… or what he wouldn’t do. He just looked at her, an unamazed expression.

“So you’re not going to answer me then, are you?” she was dissapointed. Dissapointed in him for beeing so stubborn and in herself because she just couldn’t figure out what she had done to him. And to her she obviously had done something terrible since Finn refused any kind of interaction.

“Please Finn, just tell me what I did! If I offended you, please, trust me, it wasn’t on purpose…” she silently sniffed, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘Why is she so pure.. Why does she care so much??’ Finn thought to himself. 'Can’t she just make it easier and leave me be? She makes it so hard for me..’ He began to shift nervously.

“Was it because of the conversation last month at the diner? Since then you’re weird… all I said was that I personally think that legos gets too expensive these days.. I mean that’s not even a lie, it’s a fact. But I also said that buying them is a justified expense that I’m-” before she could end her rambling two strong arms pulled her against Finns chest. He hugged her tightly, afraid that what he was about to do would make him loose her. So he wanted to hold just one more time, knowing that when he let go of her, he would loose her forever.

Silence fell over them. Finn enjoying the closeness which he had missed for almost a month. Y/N too surprised by the sudden embrace but hugged back.

“Erm…,” she began after some time “I’m still not entirely sure whats going on” mumbling against his hard chest.

Silence.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like this… but can you just tell me what’s going on in your mind right now?” Y/N said slowly pulling away from Finn to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Y/N pulled away entirely, visibly shocked by Finns declaration.

“W-what? What do you mean, Finn?” her eyes getting bigger and bigger.

“Exactly what I said Y/N. I can’t do this, us anymore.”

“Why not? What have I done wrong?” she breathed out.

“Why not?” he laughed sarcastically “ Why not? Because you’re like poison.”

“Aha, poison?” she huffed. A total change in her manner “Care to explain?”

“Y/N, I don’t think-”

“Try.” crossing her arms over her chest she gave him a death glare.

“This!” He pointed at her gesture. She looked rather confused so he tried to explain more “You know exactly what I think about distr-.. about things besides wrestling.” She nodded.

“And?”

“And, well.. doesn’t it explaines by itself?” Finn was anxious. He didn’t want to spell it out. But Y/N still didn’t seem to get his point. He could see that she began to grow more and impatient, frustrated and confused. It would be the best to just be blunt. She would be gone after this conversation anyway, so what did it even matter?

“I never felt anything more than friendship to anyone. Or at least that’s what I told myself. Everytime we’re togheter you make me so happy, you just know me. You always show that you care and then you get even more perfect and we share the same intensive passion for wrestling, music and so much more. And it scares me. I never felt that way for somebody.

I’m helpless, it’s like I’m caught in your web. I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop, I wanna kiss you and I want it too much. I don’t know how but you got under my skin. It physicly hurts me to see you, to hear you, to feel you. I want you so badly. But… but I can’t have you. I can’t have you because sooner or later I’ll hurt you and then I’ll loose you anyway. And I’m not willing to do that because.. because I love you. It would kill me.” Finns gaze went to the floor, not willing to met Y/Ns. The whole time she had just listen creasing her eybrow, watching how every word spilled over Finns lips. An unreadable expression on her face.

“And you never thought of telling me that?” she asked after what felt like centuries for him. Finns gaze went slowly to her face. Tears brimming in her eyes. He knew it, now she would hate him, hate him for not controlling his emotions and ruining their friendship. But then there was a smile too… a timid little smile. Wasn’t she mad?

“You can be really stupid sometimes, you know that?” she hit his chest. “And all this time I thought I offended you. You could’ve just come to me and we could’ve talked about it like friends do! And the last time I’ve checked we’ve been best friends…” now Finn was the clueless one. 'Shouldn’t she be more upset?’

“But you’re right, I guess we aren’t friends anymore” 'There it is..’ “Because there’s more between us!” And without a warning she raised herself on her tiptoes, gripping Finns shirt and leaning in. On half way she stopped allowing Finn to pull away if he felt uncomfotable with her action. But instead he closed the remaining space, lips crashing togheter. His hands rested on her hips pressing her flush against im. 'She feels so good'  he thought.

When they pulled away breathlessly Finn placed his forhead on Y/Ns. He slowly opened his eyes to see Y/N with a wide grin.

“What was that?” he whispered looking directly into her eyes.

“Exactly what I did.” she smirked. Finn let out a chuckle.

“But what about wrestling?”

“I don’t see a problem with that. We already proved that we don’t distract eachother. It’s unlikely to become a distraction.”

“You’re right, let’s take this as an enrichment.” Finn said remembering Samis words earlier. 

“That’s a nice way of putting this” she smilled happily. He pulled her into another hug smiling to himself. 

He was happy, knowing that she finally was his and that if he would let go of her, she wouldn’t be gone.

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Part 3

Who is Harry Styles Trying to Kid? by Y/N

As most of you already know, Harry Styles from One Direction came out with his first solo single and performed it for the first time in America on Saturday Night Live. I was lucky enough to interview him and hear the single a few weeks ago. 

Here is my opinion on both Harry Styles and his music. 

While the interview went okay, Harry was very rude and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Going solo as turned him into a bit of a dick of a pop star. 

And his new single isn’t anything special and outside of his vocal range, as shown on during his SNL performance when Styles couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

The fact of the matter is Harry Styles the solo artist will not see the amount of success as Harry styles from One Direction.  

**

You had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for work. You were picking out your outfit for the day when you got a phone call. You smiled when you saw Harry’s name flash across the screen of your phone. Your article came out that day, so you were wondering if he had read it yet. 

“Morning, Harry,” you smiled. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” He shouted from the other side of the phone. 

“Woah, what’s up with you?” You asked confused. 

“Me? What about you? I can’t believe I trusted you,” he said. “You played me and I let you. So, our time together was just a game to you, right? Now, you’re going to put all the shit we’ve done and talked about in another article right? I can’t believe I fell for that bullshit about how you were worried about your job.” 

“Okay, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about? And what other articles? The only article that I’ve written about you is the one that came out today,” you said. 

“Exactly. Did you think I wouldn’t read it?” He asked. “That I wouldn’t what you really think about me or my music?” 

“Everything I said in that article is the same thing I’ve told you,” you said confused. 

“Yeah, don’t exactly remember you saying there wasn’t anything special about my single or that the notes were out of my vocal range. Or that I was fucking dick either,” he said. 

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think that and I never said those things in my article. Are you sure this is my article?” You said. 

“It’s in the magazine that you work for and it has your name in the fucking byline Y/N,” he said. “My Mum and sister were right, I never should have considered seeing you because you were just going to use me and you did. But not anymore. We’re done.”

The other line went dead and you just stared at the phone with furrowed eyebrows. You quickly went to the website of your magazine and saw the publication. You clicked on it and searched for your article, but as soon as you started reading it, it was not your article. 

You threw your phone down and quickly got dressed. You knew this was Madison’s doing and her way of getting back at you. 

When you got to your office, everyone was staring at you as you angrily walked towards Madison’s office. 

“What the hell is your problem Madison?” You asked pushing her office door opened. 

“I take you read the article?” She smirked. 

“What did you do it? I never said anything like that and I can’t believe that you still put me in the byline when I didn’t even write it,” you said. 

“Look, it’s nothing against you. Your article was good, but that article wouldn’t have sold any magazines. My changes to the article create drama and bring readers to the magazine. Any magazine can write about how nice he is or how great his music is, but by us having an article calling him out for shit, makes us stand out on the newsstands,” she said. 

“That’s such bullshit, you and I both know you wanted me to look bad because it was your article first,” you said. “And Harry is nothing like what you pegged him out to be.” 

“You know, you’re quite upset about this,” she said. “There wouldn’t be some other reason for you to be angry about this would there?” 

“Other than the fact that you’re messing with my career as a journalist, no,” you said. 

She laughed. “You’re not a journalist, sweetie. None of us our journalists. We work for a gossip magazine and that is what my article provided gossip. Now, run along and work on something else, unless you’d rather be on intern status again.” 

Your fists clenched and you glared at her before walking out of her office and into your own. 

**

Harry was furious, so he decided to get some of his anger out at the gym. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, what you had written in your article or the fact that you played him and he really liked you. 

He punched the punching bag as hard as could. His arms were burning and sweat was dripping all over him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and grabbed the bag, putting his forehead on it. He tried catching his breath, but all he could think about was you. 

He had been at the gym for an hour by the time he decided to call it quits. He grabbed his bag and headed to the car. He drove home and went up to take a shower. When he got out and redressed, he signed when he saw the magazine laying on his bed. 

He picked it up and started ripping it apart. His initial anger was now turning into hurt because he finally thought he found someone to be in his life, but once again he got screwed over. 

His phone had been going off all day, mostly from his mom and sister and a few from Nick. He knew they knew who had written the article and he didn’t need his family to say they were right. 

He went downstairs to make himself some lunch, trying to get his mind off of everything. 

**

You sat in your office for over an hour trying to work, but you couldn’t. You were so upset. Not only did this hurt you as a journalist, but it obviously screwed up any chance you had with Harry. 

You really needed to talk to him and explain the situation, but with the way he sounded on the phone this morning, you weren’t sure he would hear you out. 

You emailed your boss and told her you were taking a half day and would just work from home for the rest of the week. You grabbed your things and headed home. 

As you made yourself some lunch, you kept looking at your phone. You bit your lip as you contemplated on calling Harry or not. You thought it might be better to give him space. 

You were eating lunch and you jumped when your phone started to ring. Deep down you hoped it was Harry, but it was your best friend instead. 

You sighed answering the phone. “Hey,” 

“What are you doing tonight?” She asked. 

“Um, sitting at home eating ice cream while watching Netflix,” you said. 

“I take it things are over with mystery guy?” She asked. 

“Pretty much,” you sighed. 

“Girl, that’s sucks, but drowning yourself in ice cream in Netflix isn’t going to help,” she said. “Come out with me tonight.” 

“You know I don’t do clubs,” you said. 

“No, but you do drinking and dancing,” she pointed. “Plus, you might meet a new mysterious guy to have a secret love affair with.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to drop this until I agree to go are you?” you asked. 

“Nope,” she smirked. 

“Ugh, fine, pick me up around 7,” you said. 

“Perfect,” she said. “See you then.” 

You sighed hanging up the phone, you did not feel like going out tonight, but she was right, ice cream and Netflix wasn’t going to help.

**

Harry was searching through Netflix trying to find something watch. Everything that was popping up was either something he had already seen or some rom-com movie. Usually, he always loved watching a nice romantic movie, but not today. He wanted to stay far, far away from it. 

There was a knock on the door and he groaned. He got up and went to answer it, seeing the one and only Nick Grimshaw standing there. 

“I see you’re still alive,” he said. 

“Yep,” Harry nodded. 

“Well, had you been answering your phone, I wouldn’t have had to make this trip,” he said. 

“You didn’t have too,” Harry pointed out. 

“No, I didn’t, but when you’re not even answering your Mum’s calls, I know you’re going through some shit,” he said. 

“I just didn’t want to talk to anyone,” he shrugged. 

“Look, sulking in your house isn’t going to help the situation, so why don’t you come out with me tonight,” Nick said. 

“Yeah, not exactly in the mood,” he said. 

“Too bad, not get changed and we leave in 10,” Nick said. 

Harry rolled his eyes and let out a few choice words before making his way to his bedroom. He threw on some clothes and went back down to the door. 

“Happy?” Harry asked holding his arms out. 

“Ecstatic, now let’s go,” he said. 

**

Once you arrived at the club, you felt really uncomfortable. You hated being around that many people, but you made your way through the crowd following your friend. 

“Isn’t this place great?” She shouted. “I mean look at all these hot guys.” 

“Is that all you think about?” You shouted over the music. 

“Yes and no,” she shrugged. 

You laughed shaking your head. You both finally found a spot to be at and you sat down at the booth. You looked over the menu to see what drinks they had, when you heard your friend scream. 

“What the hell?” You said. 

“HARRY STYLES IS HERE!” She shouted. 

You felt yourself go numb and your face flush. 

“Didn’t you interview him?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“Well, I would ask you to introduce me, but after seeing your article about him, I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” she said. 

“So, you read that?” You asked. 

“Of course I did,” she said. “But is he really a jerk? And I can’t believe you didn’t like the song or his performance. You were pretty harsh on him.” 

“I didn’t write any of that. What was published wasn’t the article I wrote. Madison changed everything and it was her article that was published under my name,” you sighed. 

“Wait? Seriously?” she asked. 

“Yep. She claimed it was for the benefit of the magazine, to sell more and create drama, but I really think it was to get back at me for being the one to interview him in the first place,” you said. 

“What a bitch,” she said. 

“Yep,” you sighed. “Anyway, let’s get some drinks.” 

Harry and Nick arrived at the club and went right in. The place was packed, which annoyed him a little bit. He wasn’t in the mood to be around a shit ton of people. He just wanted to go home. 

“So, do you want to talk about it?” Nick asked. 

“Talk about what?” Harry said taking a sip of his drink. 

“I think you know,” he said. 

“There’s nothing to say,” Harry said. 

“The article was brutal. I never would have pegged Y/N for that. You two seemed to really hit it off,” he said. 

“Yeah, we’ll I guess we didn’t really know her,” he said. “And whatever was going on with us is over now, so can we drop it? I thought this was supposed to be a fun night out?”

“And it is,” he said. 

Harry sighed downing the rest of his drink. “I’m gonna go get a refill,” he mumbled getting up and walking to the bar.

Of course, the bar was completely crowded. Everyone was pushing their way through to get drinks and you were stuck in the middle of it. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your heart starting to beat faster. You felt a tight knot in your throat and you were looking for a way out of the crowd. 

That was when you noticed Harry making his way towards the bar. While you wanted to see him and talk to him about everything, you knew this wasn’t the time or place. 

You breathing started to quicken and you were beginning to feel dizzy. You called for you friend, but she wasn’t able to hear because of the noise from the crowd and the music. 

Your chest began to tighten and you grabbed it as you tried to push your way through the crowd. 

“Excuse me,” you said in between gasps, but no one was paying attention. 

You felt tears forming in your eyes until you felt someone take your hand. You looked up and saw that it was Harry. He pushed through the crowd, holding your hand as he pulled you through. He found an exit door to the back of the club and you felt the cool air hit your face. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said rubbing your arms. “Just breathe. Take deep breaths. In and out.”

You gripped onto his arms and tried taking the deep breaths. You closed your eyes and after a bit, you felt it going back to normal. When you finally were over your spell, you opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“T-Thank you,” you said shivering as the cold London air hit your shoulders. You had left your jacket at the booth. 

“Here,” he said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “Are you okay?” 

“Sort of,” you said. 

“What happened back there?” he asked. 

“I uh, I get like that sometimes in big crowds,” you admitted. “It just got to be too much.” 

He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” 

“Thanks,” you said. “Um, can we talk?” 

“I should probably get back inside,” he said. 

“Oh,” you whispered. “Okay.” You took his jacket back off and handed it to him. 

He took it back and put it back on. “Well, uh, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said. 

He nodded and went to go inside, but noticed you weren’t following him. “Aren’t you going to go back inside?” 

You shook your head. “I’m just gonna go home,” 

“What about your friend?” He asked. 

“I’ll call her and let her know,” you shrugged. “I’ll be fine,” you said wiping your eyes. 

You turned around and started walking towards the front of the club through the alleyway. 

Harry sighed. “Y/N, wait!” he said running up to you. “Let me take home.” 

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want your pity,” you sighed. 

“I’m not pitying you. I just, I want to make sure you get home safe,” he sighed. 

“Okay, so you won’t talk to me, but you feel sorry enough for me to make sure I get home safe?” You asked annoyed. 

“Look, I’m just trying to be nice. If anyone should be upset, it’s me,” he said. “That shit that you wrote about me…” 

“I DIDN’T FUCKING WRITE IT,” you screamed. “And if you would have given me the chance to explain what the fuck happened you would know that.” 

“It had your name on it, Y/N and you interviewed me, so if you didn’t write it, who did?” he asked. 

“My editor! She hates me and it didn’t help that she was the one who was supposed to interview you that day, but she got fucking hungover and couldn’t make it. So, she wrote that shit about you making it look like I was the one who wrote it just so I could look bad. But she claimed it was for the magazine or some shit because it would create drama, but whatever,” you said. “So, please spare me the nice guy routine about making sure I get home okay when you obviously don’t really care.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I do care,” he said. “And that’s reading that article hurt me, Y/N. God, I was pissed and hurt because I care about you and I thought you…” he sighed. 

“I don’t think of you like that and I don’t hate your song. God, none of what was in that article is true. And I get why you were so upset because I’m upset about it too. If I had known Madison was going to pull that shit, I would have tried to stop it or at least warn you,” you sighed. 

“I really like you Harry and these past few weeks have meant a lot to me and I’m sorry that I ruined it,” you sniffled. 

Harry sighed walking closer to you. “You didn’t ruin it. I did. When I called you this morning, I should have asked you about it, instead of acting like I did. And I really like you too. More than anyone I’ve ever been with in the past. These past few weeks, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been,” he smiled. 

You looked up at him. “Me too,” you smiled. “But I guess, they’re over now.” 

“They don’t have to be,” he whispered taking your hand. 

“Are you sure?” you whispered. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I know what I said this morning, but now that I know the truth…” he whispered. “I know I was a jerk and shouldn’t have said what I said, but if you’re willing to give us another shot…” 

“Only if we both promise to talk about things first before jumping to conclusions,” you said. 

“I agree,” he smiled. “So, what do you say?” 

You smiled leaning up to kiss him. Harry smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him. After a bit, you pulled away, “Wanna go back to my place? I can let you read my real article?” you asked. 

“I’d love too,” he smiled. 

Harry called for his car to pick you two up around back. He helped you inside and gave the driver your address. On the way to your house, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s and he kissed your forehead. 

That day had been a whirlwind of emotions, but you couldn’t be happier with the way it had ended. 

*Blind Date* Newt x reader

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I got so excited when I saw that requests were open because I love your writing and I’ve been patiently waiting for them to be open again! Could you do one where Tine sets reader and Newt up on a blind date? Reader and Newt were best friends (and secret crushes) in Hogwarts before Newt got expelled. Tina thinks they’re perfect for each other (but she doesn’t know they know each other) Then when they finally meet after all those years, they confess the feelings they’ve had for each other.

Newt plopped down at the table and yawned. He was absolutely exhausted from caring for his creatures the last few hours and couldn’t wait to relax after some dinner.

“Working hard down there?” Jacob shot Newt a friendly smile. Newt nodded as he reached over to grab his cup of water. 

“You need more human interaction, buddy.” 

“Yeah! When was the last time you went on a date, honey?” Queenie’s eyes lit up as she asked her question and Newt almost choked on his drink.

“Yeah, when was the last time you went on a date?” Tina turned to look at the now blushing wizard. Newt tilted his head low and tried to avoid making eye contact. 

“I… I don’t know the first thing about dating….”

“We can help you with that, honey!”

“Come to think of it,” Tina shifted a bit closer to Newt before continuing, “There’s this new girl who just started a few weeks ago at MACUSA and she’s from London. She’s super sweet and I think you two could really hit it off.”

Newt pushed his food around on his plate, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of all eyes being on him. 

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Originally posted by alvrmorata

Hii guys, just something that came to mind and I decided to write. English is not my first language, so, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it ;)

Summary: (Y/N) is exchange student, having a bad day missing home, so her best friend suprises her.

Warnings: Possibly grammar errors

FREDAG 14:30

The bell had finally rung.

And the day was finally over, and before anyone could stop her for a small talk at the hallways, she was already at the bus stop, taking the first bus to her little apartment not too far from there.  

(Y/N) was having an awful day, and it wasn’t because the day didn’t go as planned, everything went perfectly fine, school was fine and her grades were good; it was just the feeling deep in her heart she usually felt a few times during the year, the feeling she couldn’t put into words because in this new language, it didn’t exist.

She enjoyed being an exchange student, she felt lucky and blessed to have this opportunity. Being independent and living alone, exploring a new culture was exciting, having new friends, and she enjoyed as much as she could, but she couldn’t help missing her country, the tropical weather, the food and her family.

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Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 1,031

Warnings: stolen stydia scene (i’m sorry)



I pace around her bedroom, tightly gripping my dark hair through my calloused fingers as panic and worry surges through me. I’m going to kill her. I’m literally going to kill her. 

I continue pacing around Y/N’s bedroom until I hear the click of her bedroom door; causing me to spin on my heels to greet her with a contorted expression. “Hey you.” She smiles nonchalantly as she closes her door behind her; throwing her jacket onto her bed as she takes a seat at her neatly decorated desk. 

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A/n: I live! So yeah, I’m not dead I’m just horrible at updating.
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Jason was not in a good mood. The week had started out with finding out Bruce had another brat that no one knew about, then the kid ran away and he got yelled at by Alfred. Getting yelled at by Alfred is the worst. Now, he had to deal with first degree burns from some kid.

“Geez little wing, what happened to you?” Dick asked as Jason rode his bike into the cave. His clothes and hair were still smoking from the brat that attacked him. His favorite leather jacket was ruined!

“Some kid burnt me. Must’ve had a lighter or a really small supped up blowtorch.” He muttered as he started getting out of his uniform, ignoring the fact that Dick had gone pale.

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