i love it when he stares at nothing

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I love it when Jungkook stares intensely at Namjoon like there's nothing he admires more in the universe. So cute. I want to see more namkook interactions.

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but I agree 10000%. like when namjoon speaks jungkook seems so genuinely interested and one of the things that really makes me love namkook is the fact that jungkook looks up to namjoon so much and how jungkook has admired him ever since he joined bighit ahhhh. namkook is so pure and soft and wonderful and we need more moments asap.

Originally posted by ji-min-moved

“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers.

“Love. It’s like fire.

It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you.

It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind.

Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close.

I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.”
His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before.

His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love.

He had been burnt.

—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55
He has someone else

Hi guys! As promised, this is the One Shot of Harry cheating. Hope you’ll like it!

Plot: Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences. 

Warnings: There’s hints on smut as well as a smut scene, but it’s not too dirty. 

The pic isn’t mine, but oh so beautiful. 

It was Wednesday when the life I loved ended.

The day had started and been nothing but completely ordinary, until now. Because at this moment, both of my hands were numb, shaking and sweaty. My lips were bitten and I couldn’t recall when my eyes last had to fight so hard to keep the wave of tears at bay.
Nick had meant well, as he always did, being one of the nicest people I knew. He was staring at me, unsure what to say and I could read by his expression that he was doubting both, my sanity and whether or not he had made the right decision to tell me. His words kept replaying in my mind, becoming louder and louder by the minute until they resounded inside my head as a yell.

“Harry has been sleeping with a girl he met in LA for a while now. About 3 months, I’d say, but… maybe a little more than that.”

At first I hadn’t believed him. Because how could it be true? Harry and I loved each other and neither of us could ever betray the other like this, right? Understanding my doubts, Nick had grimaced and pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons before turning the screen so I had a perfect view onto the numerous texts he had received from Harry. They had proven everything and told the story how he had met her and how, though he’d felt bad, had slipped into a relationship with her. My vision had blurred once I got to the part of him describing what had gone through his head while sleeping with her for the first time, and I had felt sick.
The reality of it all had yet to kick in as my mind tried and failed to make sense of it at all. It was most certainly not what I had expected to hear when Nick had called me this morning and asked if I could meet him for coffee. I’d expected it to be about Harry’s upcoming birthday. Sure, a little early, but hadn’t we started to plan his birthday party early last year as well? We had been so in love back then and, at least as I thought, still were. All the butterflies in the world erupted in our tummies when the other smiled. Our hearts beat in the same rhythm. We had the kind of connection every couple desired to have themselves and therefor stirred jealousy in them.
The smile left my lips as all blood drained form my face. Nothing would be the same from now on, I realized. The life I’d led for the past two years was about to end and turn into an unpredictable and unwanted replacement.

“Y/N?” Nick’s voice was soft and low.

One of his hands which had both been clasping his coffee mug reached out for me and took a gentle hold of my wrist. His kitchen in which we sat, suddenly seemed awfully small and a restlessness settled into my bones.

“You are welcome to stay here. I have two spare rooms so… you’d have your space. It’d be easy.”

Nothing about any of this was or would ever be easy.
Harry had held a girl who wasn’t me. His lips had kissed someone, other than me. He had sex with a girl. And she was not me. What made the tears fall from my eyes and spill onto my cheeks, what caused my heart to shatter into pieces was, how just because he had her, he hadn’t stopped holding me at night. Harry and I had still kissed, often, and with so much love we lost our breaths and believed to be in a different world. He had still come to bed with me and touched me, and looking back I could not recall feeling any less loved. But I must have been lacking his love for a long time, because otherwise, I would have surely been enough, right?
The skin of both cheeks was wet and no will was left in me to somehow stop the tears from spilling freely from my eyes. Nick’s expression of sadness and regret increased with each cry and yelp slipping from my lips.

“Y/N,” he spoke in a pleading tone, though I believed neither of us knew what he was pleading me for.

“I appreciate it, Nick,” I whimpered, sounding utterly ironic, “for telling me. I know that I-”

A sob wrecked through my body, interrupting my sentence and I briefly shut my eyes and attempted to catch a breath.

“You love H-Harry and he… what I mean to say is thank you so much, Nick…”

“Of course, Y/N,” he answered gently, a hesitant, yet warm smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

I tried to give him a smile back and raised my own mug to my lips, taking a small sip from the lukewarm camomile tea. Nick’s eyes followed my movements.

“What do you think you’re going to do next?” he asked quietly.

My shoulders lifted and lowered in a shrug and my aching lungs filled with air when I took a deep breath.

“I think I’ll go home.”

….

The sound of my home front door falling shut behind me had a shiver rush over my skin. The noise echoed almost in a mocking way and I hurried to drop the keys in the small bowl we kept by the wooden hall-stand next to the entrance. My feet made their way to the kitchen where I began the ordinary task of making tea in hopes a warm liquid to drink would calm my distraught emotions. To my great luck the tears had ceased to fall during the quiet car ride. Nick had insisted to drive which allowed me to settle down in my seat and try to collect my thoughts. Though I had not quite figured out how, I knew what I needed to set as a goal from this day forward. Ending what had been Harry’s and mine relationship for the past two years. There would be a lot to decide, plan and organize, finding a new home was at the top of that list, and no matter how much this all pained me, it was the only thing I could do.

Harry had taken someone new to be his partner, and though it may ‘only’ have been in the physical sense so far, it might as well have become an emotional connection by this point. It wouldn’t have mattered much concerning my decision. This wasn’t something I could possibly tolerate. The only thing knowing he was only in it for the physical act brought me, was a strange sense of relief. One that I couldn’t explain.  
Harry and I had stopped being the happy couple we had been for a long time, exactly 3 months and 2 weeks ago. That was, I assumed, not a coincidence and marked the day he had started to seek comfort in someone else. 14 weeks ago. 14 weeks, in which every sign, act and word of love had meant absolutely nothing.

I flinched when the front door opened loudly and slammed shut, indicating Harry’s return home. He didn’t call out to actually announce he was back, just like he hadn’t done in a long time. My fingers hastily rubbed my cheeks, drying them off and with both eyes squeezed shut I willed myself not to scream. I didn’t turn around when I heard his steps coming closer until he stopped to stand in the doorway.

“Hi,” he spoke, nothing but plain indifference in his voice.

Taking a deep breath I looked over my shoulder, wearing a fake smile like a mask while my hands brushed over the wrinkled shirt I wore.
His appearance robbed me of my last breath. Everything about Harry was so familiar to me, I probably could have described him in detail without having seen him in a month. And still, now that I was looking at his body, his effortless beauty felt overwhelming. The soft and slightly curled brown hair was styled up, freeing his forehead and making room for his green eyes to sparkle without any disobedient strands covering them. He stood tall, adorning the typical black and tight jeans combined with an almost see through white shirt, complimenting his physic by showing off every muscle. He looked like and angel. Perhaps that was why I had stayed a fool for so long. My gaze left his again and I turned to look back at my hands.

“Hi,” I breathed, pretending to be busy reorganizing our tea supplies. “I didn’t expect you to be home already.”

“It’s 7 PM. When else was I supposed to be back?”

Any other time you please, I thought. His words and the faint tone of mockery in them stung, as Harry hadn’t come home by the time he’d promised he would in a while. But I let it go.

“Right,” I mumbled, “How silly of me.”

“What’s for dinner?” he demanded, unfazed by my reply, just as if he hadn’t heard it at all.

Before I had gone to meet Nick, I had prepared a lasagna for Harry and I, thinking a nice dinner might give as a chance to talk a bit. Now it seemed like a joke when I stared at the food in the oven, watching how its crust slowly began to melt.

“It should be warm in about ten minutes,” I quietly informed the man standing impatiently by the counter, his phone in his hand, clearly not granting me any of his attention, “I’m not feeling too well, so… I’ll be upstairs.”

From the moment I exited the kitchen, I felt as if I was separated from my body. It couldn’t be my feet which moved up the stairs, fleeing from the man I loved. It wasn’t me who’s palms pressed the door to Harry’s and my bedroom shut and it certainly couldn’t be me who’s fingers turned the key in its lock with so little hesitation, locking him out. I refused to believe that the girl kneeling in the middle of the room, with her shoulders shaking as sobs and cries wrecked through her entire body, was me. But it was. And no matter how hard I tried not to, there was no resisting against the despair I was feeling. All of a sudden every last bit of strength left me alone with my excruciating pain and I felt utterly defeated.
The walls of our house were thin. So thin actually, Harry had often even claimed he could hear my every move upstairs over the TV playing in the living room. Back then this had made me laugh, now it gave me the knowledge that Harry could hear every painful noise coming from me. And the fact that there was no knock on the door made clear that he really didn’t care. He was punishing me with total indifference.
My trembling fingers reached for my phone and opened Nick’s chat, typing one simple message.

Don’t tell him I know.

….

Today it marked 17 days since I had learned of Harry’s betrayal and until two days ago I hadn’t done anything to work towards settling everything to leave him.

Harry had taken no notice of my despair. He hadn’t commented on my swollen and red eyes when I’d faced him after that awful first night and neither had he mentioned the fact that he’d had to sleep in our guest room, given that I had fallen asleep without unlocking the bedroom door for him. He hadn’t spoken one word about it, but instead stopped coming home most nights. And when he did, then he either behaved horrible to me or stayed silent all together. Simply put: we had become even less of a couple than what we had been anyway.
Noises like his rough voice announcing his departure or sights like him swallowing down his food without chewing so he could run off again, had me longingly miss the times where we hadn’t been able to get enough of each other.
I’d picked up on my plan only two days ago, after spending the night before with one of my best friends, Kate, who was quick to put me into my place. 

* one night earlier *

The heavy taste of alcohol on my tongue left my head feeling dizzy and my body in an almost tingling state. It needed more concentration on my part not to fall off the bar stool than it had in the beginning of the night, but I didn’t mind at all. This was exactly what I needed to relieve me from my ache. Next to me sat my friend Kate, very tipsy herself but in a much better shape than I was. She rested a gentle hand on my wrist and lectured me on my life choices.

“I know you love him still,” she said.

I shrugged and lifted my shot glass, tossing it back and swallowing the burning liquid. Though some days had passed, I hadn’t learned how to live with the newly gained knowledge of Harry’s unfaithfulness and until now I’d simply tried to push it to the little corner far away at the back of my head.

“I cannot comprehend what went wrong, Kate. What it was that I did to send him away.”

“You didn’t do anything, babe,” she spoke kindly.

Her blue eyes fixated on me and though I could tell that she didn’t approve of me drinking another shot, she didn’t comment it. It was my fourth tequila of the night and by this point, even my fingers began to tingle.

“I do love him. That’s why I haven’t kicked him out yet,” I admitted, my focus set on the tiny drops left at the bottom of my glass, “Well, that and the fact that the house is his.”

My sticky hands brushed over the skin of my cheeks as I hid my face behind them, shaking my head repeatedly. The liquor I had consumed kept the feelings at bay as I was, once again, overcome with the pure emotion of betrayal. My tears were kept from forming in my eyes and after taking one last deep breath I removed my palms, facing my friend.

“I love him, Kate, love him so, so much.”

I swallowed noisily as my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. Over the past few days I had been overcome with thoughts and memories of Harry and I whenever someone mentioned his name. The image of him lazily smiling at me as we lay in bed together after a stressful day was one that came back often. There had been a time in which it was part of our night routine, right after showering together, drying each other’s skin off and shortly before we began to make out tiredly. My stomach turned at the thought of what had become of that lovely ritual.

“Harry, he’s… everything. I mean…” I trailed off completely, my mind slow as it tried to find the right words to explain the situation I was in, “At least he has been so far and now that’s just supposed to change? I can’t make sense of it at all.”

“You didn’t choose any of this,” Kate spoke softly, taking a sip from her own drink, “Of course you don’t now how to make sense of it.”

“You know what’s the worst about all of this?” I asked.

The loud music around us seemed to quieten, as if anticipating what I had to say next. The air of the room felt so tense as if I could touch it.

“He still had sex with me.”

Tears shot to my eyes at the confession but I forced myself to ignore them, hoping they’d go away again. Kate’s brows furrowed as she, though understanding the pain I was in, didn’t know what I was getting at yet. My swollen eyes briefly focused on her face before moving to fixate on the empty glass I held between two fingers.
My next word voiced what had been frightening my for the past week, something I could only admit to someone as close to me as Kate without feeling embarrassed.

“Bare.”

Her forehead set into a frown as she failed to follow my trail of thoughts. Then it seemed to dawn on her and for the first time since I’d told her of the dilemma I was in, Kate truly looked like she didn’t know what to do to help me.

“Are you… Y/N, did he knock you up?”

I let my head fall back before shaking it vigorously. “No. I’m not pregnant.”

“Then what is it you’re trying to tell me?”

“Harry fucked me bare because he likes it better that way. How do I know he didn’t do that with her as well, Kate? That he didn’t have his way with the both of us, without using a condom?”

“Sweetie,” Kate began slowly, still unsure of what it was I was trying to say, “what is it?”

“What if she’s ill?” I asked, staring at my friend with desperation.

“No,” Kate shook hear head as her eyes filled with sadness, realizing how frightened I was, “We’re not even going down that road, Y/N. Stop troubling your mind.”

“You can’t tell me it’s not a possibility,” I argued.

Cold fear ran down my back and settled into every cell of my body. The thought that Harry’s infidelity may have caused me to have a sexually transmitted disease like HIV, had begun to burden me that very same night I had learned of his lover.
Kate, who’s hand still rested on my shoulder, smiled and squeezed me gently. Her eyes still held a softness, but their usual confidence had returned.

“You are fine,” she decided and with a final short increase of pressure to my shoulder, she released me and snapped her fingers to get the bartender’s attention.

Kate’s obvious beauty had caught his eyes easily and the young male was quick to follow her request of bringing us two more shots. Once we received them, Kate clinked her glass to mine, her prefect eyebrows raised and a certain smile pulling at her lips.

“You’ll go home and get to packing your things. You can stay at my place until you’ve found something else, that’s not an issue.”

My mind rushed back to the moment Nick had offered the same thing and though my heart still ached, I was overcome with a warmth as I once more learned how good hearted my friends were.

“Thank you.”

Kate shook her head and held up one finger. “I’m not done yet. You need to get out of that house and away from him. That’s your part. Get all your things sorted out and plan a good way to dump him. Make it brutal!”

I opened my mouth to protest, but she went on talking before I had a chance.

“In the meantime, I will get us both a doctor’s appointment. I won’t let you run around with that stupid worry in your head.”

She downed her shot and squeezed her eyes shut as the liquid burned her throat.

“Thank you,” I repeated, meaning it with all of my heart.

Her arm nudged mine. “What are best friends for, huh? Besides, I could use a check-up as well. It’s been a while since I’ve gone in and made sure my most precious region is alright.”

The laugh that escaped me at that comment was probably the most honest one I’d let out since losing Harry and I made a metal note to from now on keep in mind, that you might just get by with a little help from your friends.

….

It was now day five since Kate had ordered me to get everything arranged and so far it was save to say that I was doing fine. I had received several replies from landlords who were willing to rent their apartment to me, one rather eager woman had even been friendly enough to send out a handwritten welcoming letter. I’d gone through my options, but before I would actually go and look at them, I had decided to take up Kate’s offer and stay at her place.
We hadn’t decided on a date for me to move in yet, but she kept it easy and had simply said I could come over whenever I’ve had enough of my cheating boyfriend. The day would come soon, I knew that, but I strangely didn’t dread it so much anymore. It was a strange thing to describe, but the whole planning process gave me an almost thrilling feeling and though I still wasn’t happy about having to leave my home and the man belonging to it, it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the beginning. I could somehow see where my future would be going and that certainty gave me strength.
Kate had kept her word and so we had both been to the doctor’s and though the HIV test needed a couple more weeks until the results were ready, I was clean from any other STDs. This knowledge relieved me from a great burden that had weighted on my shoulders and even lifted my spirit a little. 
That spirit darkened however the moment I was left alone with Harry for too long. Though I hadn’t seen much of Harry in the past days. I didn’t know where he went as he didn’t bother to tell me and I didn’t want to ask either. Never would he actually own up to where he was, but even if he did, I couldn’t bear the thought of hearing her name falling from his lips, along with some useless explanation.

Speaking of the devil, I heard the front door fall shut and a pair of feet walking noisily down the hall. I quietly shut the bedroom door and hurried to hide the few bags I had already packed by pushing them under the bed. I hadn’t stuffed them with anything he would have noticed gone. They were mostly filled with female products, a couple of shirts and some books, little things I could carry myself and didn’t need the moving company for.
Just as I was rising to my feet again, the bedroom door opened and Harry stepped inside. My heart beat so hard and fast I believed he must hear it, too and I clenched my hands, hoping he wouldn’t notice the letters addressed to me laying on our bed. Though I had somehow come to terms with my situation, seeing him was difficult. He still looked so much like my Harry. The one I had loved and cherished for two years, the person I’d given anything to and whom I believed I would spend all of my life with. His angel like face still looked the same, aside from the softness it had lost over the past months. The green of his eyes still shone with warmth despite their cold color and I had to remind myself to not look at them for too long, or else I might imagine finding love in them.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was rough and came to me as a surprise. After not having him heard say more than one word for several days, it almost felt foreign to hear him speak.

“I was just tiding up a bit,” I lied.

He gave a slow nod as reply and I bit my lip, unsure of what to do or say next. My eyes met his and for a moment I believed to see the same uncertainty in them as I knew mine held. When had we become such strangers?

There had been a time in which Harry and I had been inseparable. No matter where we’d gone, he would have always been touching me somehow. We’d walked with interlocked hands, stood with our arms wrapped around each other, his around my shoulders and mine around his waist and we sat with either his hand on my knee if we were in public or my feet in his lap when we were at home. When things got heated between us, which they had often, I would somehow end up sitting in his lap, grinding my hips to his whilst kissing down his neck and afterwards, when we’d lay in bed, he’d have his head on my chest and our legs tangled together.
If someone would have asked me back then if I believed we’d ever end up where we were now, my answer would have been a strong and certain no. Not ever. Us falling out of  love seemed as unlikely as snow in August.

“Alright,” he mumbled and then leaned down to have a closer look at the letters on our sheets.

My heart stopped when he picked up the envelopes.

“What’s this?” he asked, a frown appearing on his forehead.

I went cold when I recognized the envelope as the one holding the handwritten letter inviting me to look at an apartment east from here.

“Nothing,” I spoke quickly, but calm enough not to alarm him, “just an invitation.”

For a moment I believed to have my Harry back, because suddenly I could see something in his head clicking, as if he, in that moment, knew that I was hiding something from him. A flash of realization crossed his face and my mind rushed to make up a story, but before I could even begin to explain myself, the spark in his eyes was gone. His indifference towards anything considering me was back and he let the letter fall onto the mattress with a court nod.

“Okay, well,” he began and cleared his throat, “I’ll be out.”

….

The house was quiet when Harry entered it, finding the hallway deserted. Though a lot had changed for him in the past months, coming home meant looking for me. Even now, considering everything, the habit had stayed and so he timidly turned to enter the living room. There I was, laying on the couch, feigning to be asleep so I could avoid him. I briefly wondered when I had begun to follow the noise of his feet wherever he went. When had this become the only way for me to know where he was or what he was doing?
My act was broken when his fingers stroking my left cheek ripped me from my thoughts. He stared at me with surprise when my eyes shot open and for a moment we both seemed to be holding our breaths.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke hastily.

For what, I wondered, waking me from my pretended sleep or for ruining everything we’d had for someone else?

His forehead was pulled into a frown. “I didn’t intend to wake you up.”

“It’s alright, Harry.”

He gave a short nod. With him crouched by my side I could clearly see every detail of his beautiful and kind face, the evident jaw and the clear sparkle in his deep green eyes. All of a sudden the urge became too much and I reached out my hand, trailing the tips of my fingers along the skin of his soft cheek. My heart stopped beating when I felt the faint movement of him leaning into my touch. All breath left my lungs when his own hands lifted, one settling on the curve of my waist as the other clasped my wrist, keeping my hand on his face.
I stared at him with wide eyes. He seemed just as surprised at the affection we were showing each other, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his face slowly leaned in, coming closer and closer until the tip of his nose gently nudged mine. I held my breath. A mixture of fear, excitement and sadness settled at the pit of my stomach. My heart picked up on speed and beat so fast as if it was trying to flatter away.
Though I hadn’t felt the touch of his lips in a very long time, there was nothing unfamiliar to his kiss. When he leaned in further and began to really move his lips, I wasn’t at all surprised that my own knew exactly how to fit to them. Warm hands wandered to my jaw, trailed down to my breasts where they stroked the skin for a moment before lowering further to my hips. Crawling into a sitting position without breaking the contact wasn’t easy, but I somehow managed and before I knew it my knees where on either side of his narrow waist and we were kissing while he hoisted me up and swiftly carried me to where our bedroom was.
We hadn’t laid on this bed together in a long time, I realized when he lowered me onto the mattress, but I pushed the thought away once his body came back into view. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could see uncertainty in them. Suddenly his touches didn’t feel as sure anymore and he hesitated before climbing to kneel over me. Though there was still lust evident in his orbs, I could also recognize a hint of sorrow and regret in them. He was breathing hard and the light hold he still had on my hips tightened, as if he worried I would disappear. Still wanting to ease his pain whenever he felt it, I reached out and gently brought his face down to mine, where I leaned up to press little kisses to his forehead, his temple and lastly his right cheek.

I knew it wasn’t right. Him and I shouldn’t be looking at each other like this anymore. We shouldn’t be touching each other’s skin like we loved one another and wanted to care for the other’s wellbeing. Harry’s mouth wasn’t supposed to settle onto my neck while his fingers freed me from all my clothing as my own hands did the same to him and the little moan escaping me when he pressed his naked frame to mine should not have left my mouth. And still it happened, with no no awkwardness between us. It wasn’t difficult to open my legs for him like I had done so many times before. Holding onto him felt like finding the home I had lost and feeling the warmth of his breath fan over my face as we kissed, somehow settled my nerves.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, his voice sounding rough and quiet next to my ear.

I could hear the question in his tone, asking for permission to continue.

“Condom,” I replied, my thoughts rushing back to the discussion I had had with Kate.

There was still a risk if we’d have unprotected sex now, a risk I didn’t want to take. A frown formed on Harry’s lovely face as he raised his head so he could look at me. I knew it felt better with no condom on, for the both of us. But I wouldn’t give in.

“I forgot to take my pill,” I lied.

He didn’t look as if he believed it and once again I swore to see a flash of realization cross his features. But he didn’t say anything, and instead silently moved to reach his black jeans. I didn’t ask when I saw him pull out a condom form the back pocket and instead tried really hard not to think about the woman he had bought the condom for, as he hadn’t used any with me for a year.
His tattooed chest moved rapidly and I noticed his fingers shake a little as I watched him put the latex on. His green eyes found mine before he slowly began to lean back down and over me again. The green of his eyes locked with mine as he came impossibly close. Our mouths met in a heavy kiss which said so much more than any of the words we had exchanged in the past few weeks. A kiss I broke off when a gasp fell from my mouth, a reaction to Harry bringing his hips forward and connection us in the most intimate way.

My heart burst and my tummy tingled. Harry’s hands touched me with such a gentle care it made me cry. He didn’t notice the silent tears running down my cheeks, too caught up in his own pleasure, though I could tell he was different than normally.
Sex with him had always been a big deal and meant a lot to the both of us. Sure, we’d had our fair share of short and rushed fucks in situations where we just couldn’t wait, but most of the time, it was about experiencing the open vulnerability and the other’s trust.
But tonight, it appeared to hold even more meaning to him. His movements, though firm and deliberate, weren’t harsh. He didn’t want to force me to an orgasm, but rather tried to gently coax it out of me. My lips were swollen from the kisses he left on them every now and again and I gently pressed them to the skin of his neck, sucking on it, leaving a final mark.

It felt good, even when it wasn’t supposed to. And when I came I cried even more, knowing that this would be the last time I’d feel Harry this close to me. Never would we be as connected to each other again. His moan followed suit and his body tensed above mine as he released. Our breathing continued to puff out rapidly and I whimpered when Harry pulled out, only quieting down when he came back to wrap himself around me.
That was it what broke my heart. His head still fit so perfectly into the crook of my neck and our legs tangled together so naturally. The soft snores leaving his mouth calmed my breathing and though I still cried, in that moment I was happy. Tonight, he allowed me to relive some of the hours we had spent together, hours I cherished and missed so badly. He’d allow us those few moments of loving each other goodbye.

I kissed his sleeping face and pulled up the sheets around us, before I secured my arms around his naked torso.

“I love you so much,” I told him in a whisper, “And I’m sorry you had to do this to me.”

A sob wrecked through my chest and I wound a hand into his soft hair, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I needed him to let me absorb him some more, so I would have this moment as a clear memory.

“I wish you hadn’t found someone better, Harry. Someone else to take my place,” I cried and cursed silently when I was hit by another wave of tears.

“And above all I wish I wouldn’t have to leave you, my love,” I whispered.

My blurry vision settled onto his sleeping face and my heart ached at the knowledge that I would miss him so much more than I was ready for.

“But I do.”

I kissed his head one last time before closing my eyes. Harry hadn’t heard one word and though we both knew the end was coming, we spent that last night together in each other’s arms. Me crying softly as I caressed his hair, oblivious to him being tormented by nightmares.

Hope you enjoyed it and that it didn’t upset you too much. I’m super against forgiving a cheater so that’s why I chose this ending. 
It’s a subject I’m interested in so I’ll probably write something similar in the future. 
Request and feedback are both welcome! Also, please let me know what you think about me making the one shot’s a little longer. 

Part 2 is called “He’s with Me” , Part 3 is called “How could I be sure” and both can be found on my blog! :) 

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 (I love George Weasley and I love you very much and have a wonderful day)

“Shut up and watch.” Fred elbowed his brother, who was snickering at you and George as you drank from your cups, which were spiked with love potions. 

“Shut up, George.” you snapped

“Are you going to make me?” he asked. 

“I just might.” 

“Be careful, I might like it.” he sneered. 

“Is it going to work?” Ron asked Fred. 

“It has to, I did exactly as the book said.” Fred answered, looking warily around as Hermione sat down. 

“What are you doing?” she asked when she was settled in her seat. 

“We’ve given Y/N and Gerogie a love potion.” Fred answered absently, watching as the two of you continued to fight. Hermione rolled her eyes as she stared at Ron and Harry.

“Nothing is going to change.” she rolled her eyes, earning the attention of everyone in on the joke. “They’re already head over heels. A love potion won’t change anything.” 

“What?” 

“Sure, they fight all the time, but haven’t you seen the way they look at one another?” she asked like it was obvious. She was right, nothing had changed, you still shot insults back and forth, George had a ghost of a smile on his lips and your eyes were on fire, as you both leaned over the table and got close to one another, noses almost touching. 

“Be careful, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I might kiss you.” 

“Is that a promise or a threat?” 

“It’s definitely a promise.” he growled. 

VIXX reaction to realizing they have fallen in love with you

Ravi: The realization would have hit him so suddenly that he  would almost fail at acting like nothing happened…He would be surrounded by other guys and you, of course, and on the outside he would be like ‘’No, no, I’m ok…I just remembered something.’’…whereas on the inside alarm is going off: ‘’Shit, when did this happened??’’

Originally posted by jhwny

N: You wouldn’t instantly notice the difference in the way he acts around you. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate to say anything in front of you and he acted as silly as in front of the guys but suddenly…Ken: What was with that loving stare??’’, N: ‘’THAT WAS A NORMAL STARE!!’’ And then he realized… it was indeed a loving stare considering how you suddenly had an improvised newspaper-fan

Originally posted by greennocturne

Leo: The very moment Leo realized you made him fall in love, everyone else in the room would realized it too. He was completely quiet one moment…and then suddenly there is this smirk on his face while he’s undoubtedly looking at you having no idea everyone is looking at him instead and everyone is like ‘’’Yeah, it just happened…’’

Originally posted by saeno-e

Hongbin: It would probably happen while he was talking to you which would result in a very, very long stare straight out of dramas and that would last until he realizes what he’s doing too late for your legs that are threatening to betray you and enters an awkward giggling fit…and the rest is history

Originally posted by aclockworkleo

Ken: He would probably be the least surprised one when the realization hits him. No matter where he was at the moment, instead of acting shy or confused, he would just get this ‘’lost in thoughts’’ look so you would just have to ask ‘’You ok?’’‘’Yeah, planning our first date and kind of running out of ideas for what we can do during the fifth hour….’’

Originally posted by hw420forvixx

Hyuk:  ‘’Hey, are you sure you want her to know you fell in love with her?’’‘’What are you talking about? I didn’t…’’‘’A popcorn just fell from your mouth…and all she did is smile to you. I didn’t know how to call that phenomenon but love, but whatever you say…’’, ‘’Ah…ok then. When should I ask her on a date?’’‘’Well, that escalated quickly…’’

Originally posted by hyukson

Happy Birthday Daryl

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: So I started this as a request, but it turned into just pure Daryl birthday smut. Daryl x Reader had been dating for a few months, in secret, when his birthday comes up. Reader surprises Daryl with morning sex. Smutty. Alexandria, Pre-Negan Era.

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You awoke to the morning sun streaming in through your bedroom window as the sun began to rise.  You sleepily look over and notice Daryl still breathing in and out heavily, as he slept. You stared at your man with nothing but love, you rubbed your hand up and down his chest and down his stomach trying to coax him awake. He was such a hard sleeper, he would sleep through a gun fight, you guessed, with a smile. So softly kiss Daryl’s chest a few times and look up at the man you had been dating for a few months now, which was right around the time you were accepted into Alexandria. It didn’t take you two too long to fall for each other. I mean, look at him, you thought happily to yourself as you traced his chest lightly with your index finger.

After a minute of circling around and still not getting a reaction you huff a little and smile to yourself, getting an idea. You slowly lift your body under the sheets and swing your right leg over Daryl’s sleeping body, you straddle him and sit down on his hips. You begin to rock your hips back and forth a little, grinding into him. He moaned in his sleep and his head turn. It was a start. You thought to yourself, continuing to ride him and watch him come undone in his dreams.

You stop grinding and lean your body down, pressing your chest down into his, slowly sucking a little on the side of his neck before whispering in his ear.

“Wake up, Birthday Man…” You say seductively grinding your hips into his again, crashing your lips on the spot behind his ear.

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BTS Reaction to having an insecure girlfriend

Anon Requested:  Hi! I love your blog, I just had to get that out there❤️ Can I have a BTS reaction where the reader is like really insecure about her weight and is constantly comparing herself to other girls? Thanks! (Sorry if my English made you cringe)

Thank you for loving my blog ♥ It means the world :) I hope you like this reaction and your English is completely fine! Nothing cringey about it at all.


Jungkook: Jungkook didn’t notice how insecure you really were until you two were both at the mall together, he’d notice when every girl that had passed the both of you that you’d end up staring for longer than necessary. He couldn’t help but watch you as the sad expression came upon your face. “Why’re you staring at her?” Jungkook asked you and you just snapped your head up to him shaking your head. “I’m not.”

“I just saw you.”

“No you didn’t-”

“(Y/N). Don’t lie to me, what’s wrong?” You sighed and looked back at the girl who you wished you could look like. You looked forward continuing to walk with Jungkook through the stores. “She’s just so pretty, I just wish I could look more like her.”

“Well stop thinking like that because I don’t want you to look like her, you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Originally posted by sugutie


Taehyung: Taehyung would find it cute that you actually thought you weren’t good enough for him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t put your feelings in consideration. He just thought it was a bit funny that you thought that he would leave you for someone better. “Jagi, don’t you get it? There’s nothing and nobody better than you. You’re the best thing I could ever have.” He’d kiss the top of your head telling you to never second guess your self worth or how much he loves you. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jimin: Jimin hated that you felt this way, he hated catching you look at other girls and see the sad look on your face because he knew what you were thinking and he just wished that he could make those thoughts stop. He would constantly tell you how much he loved you and that you were the one for him but no matter what you still didn’t feel like it, you had small annoying thoughts in the back of your head telling you that you weren’t good enough and that he would leave you for a much prettier and skinnier girl.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jhope: Hoseok would honestly be so heartbroken when hearing you say that you hated the way you looked because he found you absolutely breathtaking. He’d make sure to give you all of his attention whenever he was with you no matter where you two were, he wanted to make sure you knew just how beautiful you really were.

Originally posted by hobiswife


Namjoon: He’d squint at you, confused as to what you just said. “What?”

“I just can’t help but look at her and-”

“No I heard you, but why? Why do you think like that? You’re beautiful (Y/N).”

You would shake your head but Namjoon would have none of that. “Don’t shake your head and dismiss what I said, you truly are beautiful (Y/N) and you need to know that, you need to know I fell in love with this wonderful, amazing, charming and gorgeous girl and it hurts to know that she can’t even see that.”

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga: He hated that you thought like this, you two have gone over subjects like this and how you feel like you’re not good enough for him and he thought that was absolutely crazy. He loved you so much and seeing the little bit of confidence made him sad, he just wanted you to know that you were beautiful and didn’t have to compare yourself to other girls that passed you.

Originally posted by yoonggi


Jin: “You know you’re crazy right?” He says looking at you. You had just admitted to comparing yourself to other girls due to your insecurities and Seokjin couldn’t help but think that was completely absurd, you in no ways had to compare yourself to any other girl, in Seokjin’s head other girls should be comparing themselves to you just because of how attractive and perfect he saw you as. 

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.

….

It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.

….

The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”

“Alright.”

….

Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

Hope you enjoyed it! 

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“I never deserved that love. And you always deserved better.”

She says, “I know. But it’s always been my choice to give you that love.”

And the marriage technically doesn’t count. There were no witnesses. Technically, there wasn’t even a bride. By the time everything fades away, even the ring on his finger is gone.

Still, when it’s all over he finds himself scrolling through wedding sites looking for the familiar bands. It’s easy enough to find his own ring, and he has it shipped as fast as the website allows, despite it costing him an arm and a leg (he’ll give them Merlyn’s arm). He wears it, and says nothing when his team stares curiously at his hands during training.

Felicity haltingly asks him if it’s the ring from their brief engagement, and Oliver reassures her that it’s not. The relief on her face is palpable, and they both feel that chapter of their lives closing. They’re better friends for it.

He finds the ring’s partner in a pawn shop. Apparently, it’s from 1939, made for a wedding that never happened because the groom was drafted off to war and never returned. He keeps the ring on his bedside table. He doesn’t look at it, or pine away for the woman he had wanted to wear it, but it comforts him that its there.

That what he and Laurel had shared in his and Sara’s hallucination was real enough that her ring existed.

And when a smiling, dark-haired woman asks him out on a date, he doesn’t hesitate before sheepishly showing her his left hand. “Sorry,” he’ll say. “I’m already spoken for.”

To him, it’s not a lie.

RHYSAND MOMENT 1#

When Rhys …KSKJDNASJBFEUHT *can’t breathe*

“Three years ago,” he said quietly, “I began to have these…dreams. At first, they were glimpses, as if I were staring through someone else’s eyes. A cracking hearth in a dark home. A bale of hay in a barn. A warren of rabbits. The images were foggy, like looking through cloudy glass. They were brief - a flash here and there, every few months. I thought nothing of them, until one of the images was a hand…This beautiful, human hand. Holding a brush. Painting - flowers on a table.”

My heart stopped beating.”  (so did my brain and life. don’t worry Feyre)

3

credits to @eikyrona for letting me animate this fanart 

joshlerenna: ch. 1

“would you like a threesome, josh?” mwahaha 

ch. 2 will actually involve jenna and more smut 

—————————————-

“hey um, josh?” tyler mewled, sounding like he wanted something. josh has known tyler long enough to know what he sounded like when he wanted a favor. 

“what would you like, tyler?” josh asked, thinking it would be another idea for the live show. he loved pushing josh’s comfort zone, and this is exactly how he sounded when he asked josh to play the trumpet. and to do the drum line. yeah, it was nothing like that. 

“i want you to bang my wife. in front of me.” tyler came right out with it like it was the most casual thing in the world. like ripping off a band-aid. josh stared at him dumbly, thinking he was playing some cruel joke. maybe jenna was hiding somewhere, or he was recording it on his phone to let her listen. 

“you…you want me to have sex with jenna?” josh stuttered, clearly taken aback. he started bouncing his knee, a telltale sign that he wasn’t too sure how to respond. 

“come on man, chill. it’s no big deal. so are you in?” tyler shrugged, grinning like a kid. tyler had an idea josh would react like this at first, but also knew he was lowkey down with it. if josh had a super active sex life, he wasn’t showing it. tyler knew that for a man like him in his twenties with that body and face, it was a sin to not be having tons of hot, sweaty sex. he just wanted to include josh in that part of his life. 

“so, will it be a threesome, or are you just going to watch? also, does jenna even know about this?” josh began questioning, still wary. he didn’t know why he was feeling this way. tyler’s pranked him before, but never with something so big. tyler smiled happily once he seen josh warming up to the idea. 

“it’s my wife, she does as i say.” tyler spat. josh gave him an appalled look, and tyler literally cackled. “i’m kidding josh, please, relax. of course she knows, and she said as long as you’re cool with it, she is. and it’s my fantasy, so you don’t even have to worry about me. as far as the threesome, i want the first time to mainly be you and her with me watching. then if you want to try some stuff, we can make out and go from there. what would you like the threesome to be like?” tyler asked, wanting some of josh’s input. he was really curious how far josh was willing to go. 

“jenna’s cool with me banging her? wow, i had no idea. i always got the vibe she just liked me as a friend. and yeah, making out with you sounds awesome. i would be more comfortable if jenna was in control and directing the whole thing. i’d probably rather her be on top.” josh explained. his face heated up at the images of threesomes in his mind. he tried to turn a little because his cock was already swelling and he didn’t want tyler to see how eager he was for all this to happen. his and tyler’s relationship has always been platonic, with little spices of flirting and touching here and there. there was actually lots of sexual tension, just never crossing any boundaries that would lead to something. he felt both liberated, and relieved he’d no longer be the 3rd wheel. 

“of course she is, jeez! have you not seen her checking you out, especially when you’re all shirtless with those shorts riding so dangerously low on your hips? even i can’t ignore that. you’ll be a fucking hot addition to our marriage. we’ll talk with jenna tomorrow. also, i can see you trying to hide that boner, josh. you’re not fooling me. would you like to practice the making out now, maybe?” tyler asked a really antsy looking josh. 

“you guys talked about this a lot, huh?” josh asked, grinning. the fact that his hot friends were checking him out and talking about getting him in bed, probably while post-coitus, turned him on more than it should. “yes, tyler. let’s make out! can you imagine how crazy our fans would go if they knew this? with the fan fic…” josh joked as tyler scooted right up to him on the couch and wrapped his arm around him. tyler didn’t say anything, just stared at josh and brought his face closer while closing his eyes and puckering his lips. josh melted at the sight and closed the distance, kissing his closed lips slowly and softly. josh felt tyler exhale through his nose and kept still, lips parting a little, and josh parted his lips and pressed them to his. his cock literally twitched when when tyler sucked his bottom lip and slid his tongue over it, and he let a moan slip. his eyes shot open to see tyler smiling lazily at him. 

“fuck, tyler. you’re a good kisser. your lips are amazing.” josh confessed, and tyler giggled softly. 

“thanks, you too. c’mere” tyler said before attacking josh’s lips again, pulling him closer by his neck and really leaning into it. josh loved feeling tyler’s wet lips on his, his tongue pushing into his mouth, and his warm body crowding him. as they passionately made out while holding each other close. it was only serving to exacerbate josh’s problem. he didn’t try to check, but from tyler’s whimpers and how desperate he was sounding, he knew tyler had a problem as well. 

“do you, want to uh maybe, dryhumpmetilwebothcum?” tyler asked quietly, trying not to push josh too much. 

“i’m sorry ty, what did you say?” josh asked, smirking at tyler’s sudden bashfulness.  

“we can grind on each other. that’s part of making out, right?” tyler asked, fingers toying with the curly hairs on the nape of josh’s neck. 

“it’s a little more second base i think, but yeah” josh answered, pushing tyler onto his back. josh rubbed himself through his shorts, adjusting his erection before rubbing tyler through his skinny jeans. “are these gonna get in the way?” josh asked, unbuttoning tyler’s jeans. tyler just nodded, too breathless and shaky from how aroused he was. josh pulled them down his thighs, and tyler lifted his hips, then feet so josh could get them all the way off. he settled between tyler’s thighs, finally letting his bulge touch tyler’s. a jolt of pleasure shot through both of them, causing tyler to buck his hips and josh to grind down on him. they moaned together, and josh dipped in to lick and suck the hot, tanned skin on tyler’s throat as his head tilted back. 

“feels so good, josh” tyler moaned as josh continued marking up his neck. tyler bucked his hips up towards the friction while running his hands up and down josh’s back under his hoodie to feel bare skin and muscles. josh started out grinding on tyler fairly slow, but picked up the pace as tyler’s sounds got more desperate. he was back to kissing tyler’s lips again, tongues sliding together once again. 

“you c-close, ty? i’m close” josh mumbled into the crook of tyler’s neck. 

“yessss josh, oh my god. just don’t stop” tyler whined, meeting josh’s aggressive thrusting and relishing in his sex noises. he focused on the pressure of josh’s cock pressed against his, josh’s weight on top of  him, and how josh nipped at his tongue with a particularly good thrust. tyler moaned loudly as his body threatened to give in. the only thing he could say exuberantly was joshjoshjoshjosh while tapping josh’s back. 

“go ahead tyler, we’ll go together. i’m ready” josh cooed, thrusting harder in anticipation. tyler held is hips up, letting josh continue grinding him until his cock started spurting and wetting the front of his briefs. josh released at the same moment, cumming hard while rolling his hips slower and giving little panting moans. tyler watched josh’s face as he came as his cock gave another spurt. 

“oh my godddd aaaahh” tyler groaned embarrassingly loud. josh collapsed on top of him for a moment, and tyler kissed josh’s neck while rubbing his back. 

“you’re incredibly seductive, you know that, tyler?” josh asked, shifting to an upward position to peel off his clothes. 

“well you’re incredibly good with your hips” tyler retorted, knowing it had to do with his rhythm and drumming abilities. it was actually pornographic, the way he naturally knew how to add just the right amount of pressure and speed. 

“i guess because i’m a drummer? and drummers know how to bang things with sticks.” josh joked, knowing it sounded beyond nerdy. 

“we should change our clothes though, and hide these at the bottom of the laundry. we don’t need the others seeing our cum stains” tyler said, adding his clothes to josh’s pile and rooting through his bag for fresh clothes. seeing each other naked and getting dressed was nothing new. but it’s safe to say they have officially crossed out of the friendzone by making each other cum. 

When Saeyoung Isn't Home (Saeran/MC)

It had been four days since Saeyoung Choi left his house. It wasn’t easy. To say goodbye to the love of his life, who he might or might not be seeing ever again. He still remembered her tearful face when she let him go.

How? How could he forget it?

And then there was him. A guy who looked almost exactly like him, only that he didn’t wear glasses and he had mint green eyes. Unlike her, nothing changed on his face. He just stared at him, saying nothing like he always did.

“I’ll be gone for only a week. Please take care of her for me.”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you so much. I know I can count on you. Well then, I guess I should be going now…”

Having a job where you had to devote yourself to your country was never easy.


***

The rain was falling. She sighed. The house was as quiet as graveyard if she didn’t count the rough sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside. There were only him and her, staying together inside a house like they had been forced to do that.

Saeyoung had the ability to turn a graveyard into a nightclub in no time. Sadly, he wasn’t there.

Saeran was sitting on the sofa with his legs meeting his chest as he played the gaming device his brother had given him a couple of weeks ago. His face never changed. Whether he had lost or won, nobody could really tell.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

It was always like that. A one-way conversation. She asked him something, he replied with one word, she responded, and their conversation ended. Living alone or together with him made no difference.

She went on with what she was doing–cooking something for herself. Everything went smoothly until she was chopping some onions… and suddenly the house blacked out.

“Oh!”

He said nothing. Maybe he had gotten used to it. The darkness. Maybe it was one thing he fancied so much.

“S-Saeran… I… I think I just cut my finger a bit… if you don’t mind, would you help me find some light?”

Still nothing. It was almost completely black. She stared at the sofa where he had been sitting, trying to track him. He had put his device on the sofa as she could see the bright light off its screen.

But where was he? Did he walk away? Did he leave her alone?

“S-Saeran…”

She felt a presence besides her. Quickly, she turned her head to her right. There was a flick, and a lighter was turned on. Behind that small source of light, there was his face. Still emotionless as usual, but in the dark surrounded by light.

She couldn’t help but to stare at him. They had never gotten this close before. And she couldn’t help but to notice just how beautiful those mint green eyes were. She didn’t feel like blinking. She kept staring at those eyes, slowly losing her awareness.

“What?”

Only then was she taken aback. “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry.”

It was his turn to stare at her. A few seconds passed, which felt like an eternity to her.

“You’re strange.”

She had no idea what to say to that. It seemed like her brain had stopped working. After that he turned and started walking. She followed him in instant, didn’t want to be left alone in the dark. He sat back on the sofa while still holding his lighter. She stood besides him.

“Can I… sit with you?”

“Mhm.”

That meant yes. He had his own dictionary.

She sat on the sofa and they both fell into silence. Silence in darkness. She would appreciate it if someone wanted to make a horror movie out of that situation. It wasn’t a surprise to see him like that but she couldn’t stand the awkwardness.

How she wished the blackout never happened.

She glanced at him. He stared straight to the front. To the blackness. What was he thinking inside of that red head? And to see his face up close from the side… it was even better. She made herself a mental note on how precise the point of the tip of his nose was, how sharp his jawline, how defined his whole face…

“What is it?”

He glared at her. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Even so, she couldn’t stop staring. In fact, a stronger force inside of her was able to drive her to do something she had never imagined in a million years.

She kissed him on his lips.

The kiss lasted for five seconds, before she pulled away. It was obvious from the look on his face that he did not expect it at all. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed.

“W-what are you doing? Are you an imbecile? Do you want me to burn this whole house down?”

“I-I… I… uh… I’m…”

The lights went back on. He did not waste any second. He turned off his lighter, took his gaming device, stood up from his seat, and walked away into his room.


***

He tossed and turned. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn’t. The thing that had happened to his lips… it bothered him like a bug in his favorite software. He didn’t like it. But he wasn’t sure which part of it that he disliked.

The fact that it happened to him, or the fact that it bothered him.

“Stupid girl. Why did she do that?”

He tossed and turned again. He could do that all night long if necessary. But he just wanted to sleep.

“I can’t sleep because of that stupid girl. I should talk to her and give her a lesson.”


***

When he tried to open her door, it was unlocked. That was another proof of her stupidity. She was sleeping. And he didn’t like it. How could she ruin his sleep and got away with it? He wouldn’t let her. She had to pay for what she had done to him.

He was about to yell at her to wake her up when he heard her sobbing. At first, he wasn’t so sure, but when he stood right in front of her, it was confirmed. She was indeed sobbing.

“Sae… Saeyoung…”

She must have been dreaming. He sighed. Even while sleeping, she was still stupid.

“Wake up.”

He shook her body by her shoulder. It didn’t take long for her to open her eyes and see him. She wiped her tears and sat up on her bed.

“Saeran? What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked.

“Why did you cry in your sleep?” He asked her instead of answering.

“Oh… that,” she attempted to breathe properly, “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I… I think I dreamed of Saeyoung. I thought he was going to leave me forever. I’m so afraid. I guess I just miss him a little bit too much…”

He folded his arms and looked away. “I know how that feels.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

She rubbed her eyes. “What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping.”

“That idiot just doesn’t know how to respect people, does he?” Once again, he did not answer her question.

She sighed. “I won’t put it that way but… yeah he doesn’t.”

He didn’t know what kind of spirit that took control over his body, but something about her swollen and red eyes made him want to sit beside her. They fell into silence for the second time that day.

They spent almost a minute sitting side by side while busy thinking about something in their own heads. It was like being alone together. And then, all of a sudden, they stared at each other. In the silence, they were talking. Talking with their eyes, where everything in their hearts had been written.

Their hearts, their feelings, their thoughts… they were reading as well as conversing with each other without saying a word. Then it happened again. It just happened. Just like that. Naturally. Without force. Without hesitation.

She kissed his lips. But not just once. Twice, thrice, four times, five times, six times… and it went longer, deeper, more intense and passionate. The clueless boy did nothing. He let her do whatever she wanted. Even when she put her lips on his neck and when her hands began grabbing his clothes.


***

He stared at the wall. He couldn’t sleep. It turned out that his theory was wrong. Talking to her didn’t send him to sleep, it created even more bugs in his brain’s program. He felt her tiny finger tracing his tattoo on his bare right arm.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

He could feel her breath tickling his earlobe. It sent shivers down his spine. “Do I really need to answer that…?”

Her voice was deep, and rough. Just like the thing that they had done with each other. He hadn’t done processing her voice inside his head, but he already felt another thing. Her tiny pair of lips sucking his neck, planting sweet and lovely kisses on it.

“Saeran… don’t leave.”

Her hands found their way around his waist. And he could feel her bare skin pressing against his. Her head resting on his shoulder. She hugged him from behind, holding him tight, keeping him close, not letting go. Body to body. Skin to skin. Something so absurd, yet it happened to him.

“Don’t ever leave me…”

His eyes felt heavy. His vision became blurry. It was like someone had injected a poison into him. He was familiar with this feeling. When you felt so light, so weightless, and you just wanted to close your eyes, leave the world behind, and enter your own world.

A drug. An ecstasy. A paradise.

It was faint, but he could hear himself whispering.

“I won’t…”


***

Three days later, Saeyoung was back safe and sound. She ran into him, jumped as she hugged him. They turned around, swirling like an ice cream on top of its cone. She cried her tears of joy while hugging him. He couldn’t see her face, or the person she was staring at behind his back.

Those mint green eyes again.


***

“Saeran, thank you so much. You really did take good care of her.”

The younger twin stared at the older one. “No need to thank me. It’s nothing.”

He stood up and was about to walk away when Saeyoung grabbed his wrist. “No, Saeran. Thank you. I really mean it.”

Saeran turned his head and they stared at each other once again. This time it was much longer than the first. “You’re being weird.”

The older twin let go of his brother’s wrist and then the latter just walked away.


***

“Hey Saeran! Do you know why twins are more special than regular siblings?”

“No, Saeyoung. Why is that?”

“It’s because their souls are connected. Just like us. Our souls are connected!”

“I still don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“Saeran, our souls are connected in such way that I can look into your eyes and know everything you’re hiding behind them.”


The End

P.S: My first ever fan fiction here after all this time! So, how is it? Tell me what you think about it on the comment section! I’ll look forward to it! 😃
Imagine confessing your love when Gabriel comes back from being “dead”

Word Count: 1154

Request by: @deansbaby95 Hi, i was wondering if u could make one where Gabe and the reader are best friends who Secretly like each other and everyone can tell but when gabe “dies” she is crushed and then he comes back as if nothing happens and she gets pissed and accidentally admits her feelings while screaming at him Thanks

A/N: I said to myself I would start and finish this fanfic all in one sitting but instead I binge watched The Walking Dead and delayed this two days (oops I’m sorry).

Staring into his whiskey eyes you sighed knowing that he could never truly love you the way that you loved him, he is an archangel after all. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked today, his army green jacket tightly wrapped around his body and his golden hair slicked back.

“Sweet cheeks, you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Gabriel spoke aloud snapping you back into reality. Your eyes focused back onto Gabriel to be met with a concerned look on his face.

“I… Uh, yeah sorry, what were you saying?” You silently cursed yourself for stuttering and felt heat rush to your cheeks causing a smirk to appear on Gabriel’s face.

“I said, Sam and Dean are waiting for us,” Gabriel replied whilst slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to him as you both began walking to the impala.

You ran as fast as you could down the corridor of the Elysian Fields Hotel when you found out about Gabriel’s plan to confront his brother Lucifer. You knew for a fact if you were to let that happen he would die, you cared too much about him to just sit back and not do anything, you were in love with him. Sam and Dean chased after you as you ran begging you to return back to the impala where it was safe but for you that wasn’t an option.

Panting, you pushed open the doors to the conference room to reveal Gabriel and Lucifer standing opposite each other, the loud bang of the door causing their attention to turn to you.

As soon as you locked eyes with Gabriel’s, without even thinking, your body instantly ran towards him. Once you reached him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his chin was placed on top of your head with his eyes closed tightly.

Gabriel released a small sigh knowing that this would be the last time he would see you or be able to touch you for a while.

When you released Gabriel from your tight grip, he looked down at you, a hand cupping your cheek as he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Gabriel, really? I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn’t catch anything.” Lucifer spoke sarcastically as he watched you and Gabriel, a slight hint of jealousy laced his voice at the realisation of his brother finding what seemed to be true love.

Gabriel sighed again before looking behind you. Turning around you saw both Sam and Dean in the door way watching you both embraced in each other’s arms.

“Guys. Get her out of here,” Gabriel spoke softly placing a final kiss on top of your head.

Almost instantly tears ran down your face as you felt Sam and Deans arms wrap around your shaking body as they dragged you out of the room. The last thing you saw was Gabriel’s sorrowful face as the doors to the room closed causing even more tears to flow freely from your eyes.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and allowed your body to stretch across the bed, your face still tear stained from the night before. It had been a good few months since Gabriel’s death and you still felt empty inside. Your vision became glossy as tears formed in your eyes. You bit down on your lip hard almost drawing blood to stop yourself from bursting into a sobbing mess.

Eventually, after staring at your wall for a few minutes, you forcefully pushed yourself out of bed and towards the kitchen. You noticed a note on the counter from Sam and Dean:

‘Y/N, we’ve gone to the shops to get some food. Try to eat something while we’re gone okay? -Sam and Dean.’

You sighed to yourself before grabbing a box of cereal and pouring it into a bowl. Ever since Gabe died you hadn’t been doing too well, and that included not having an appetite but you still ate for Sam and Dean’s sake as they were worried constantly about you.

As you began to pour the milk into the bowl, the room filled with the sound of flapping wings which you dismissed to be Castiel coming in to check on how you were doing.

“Sup sweet cheeks.”

Your grasp on the milk loosened instantly causing it to fall to the floor as you span around. In front of you stood Gabriel making you shake your head in denial.

Shock laced his face as he took in how fragile you looked from your underweight skinny body to the dark rings around your eyes.

“No, no, you’re not here,” you repeated to yourself over and over.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he spoke with concern walking over to your now shaking body trying to engulf it with his arms.

“What’s wrong is that you left me for months making me think that you were dead,” you snapped pushing him away from you with the little strength you had left.

Gabriel wanted more than anything to pull you close to him and protect you with everything he had but in that moment of time as he watched tears fall from your face he knew how much he had truly hurt you which was the last thing he would ever want to do.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Gabriel spoke again before stepping closer to you, this time you didn’t push him away.

“Yeah, well maybe you should have thought about that before you left me behind,” you looked down at the ground in fear that he might reject you for what you were about to say, ”I loved you Gabe, I still do love you and… and you left me for months thinking you were dead.”

Gabriel’s hand reached under your chin, pulling your head causing you to lock eyes with his whiskey ones, the ones you thought you would never see again. His thumb stroked across your cheek wiping away any stray tears.

“Y/N you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Gabriel murmured into your ear causing your body to shiver.

Slowly you both leaned in and your lips met. It felt like you had been waiting an eternity for this to finally happen. As cliché as it sounds, fireworks exploded in your stomach as Gabriel’s arms wrapped around your waist and your hands gripped tightly into his hair as you both deepened the kiss.

Eventually you both pulled away but were still wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

“I should be so mad at you,” you whispered quietly thinking back to how angry you were a few moments ago.

“But you just can’t resist me,” Gabriel smirked wiggling his eyebrows at you making you release a little giggle.

“You’re right,” you joked back before pulling him again into another breath taking kiss.

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CEO!Michael Short Imagine

Picnic with Michael after him being busy for months dealing with his company and finally you two get to have a private day alone although you can see the body guards within 10 meters.

‘Aren’t you answering that Mikey?’ 'No i personally told my secretary to not bother me this whole day.’ He explain continuing to try and braid your hair.

'But what if it’s important babe?’ You look up to him.

'Nothing’s more important than you Y/N’ he said staring into your eyes and leaned down to capture your mouth.

The kiss linger there for a while. He missed your lips that scold him when he done something to upset you and cheer him when he’s under lots of pressure.

'I love you.’ 'I love you too Y/N’

The weather was being friendly that day. All sunny with a little bit of clouds. Perfect with the picnic you both been waiting.

A bright light caught your attention from the lake near you both are. Paparazzi. Being with the world’s most successful and hottest man is always surrounded by them.

'Argh’ Michael groan. 'Leave them babe. Let them take pics all they want.’ You said kissing him again.
'Attention seeker.’ He sneer jokingly. You gasp and play hurt. 'Damn you, you perfect beautiful- GODDAMN MIKEY!’ You exclaimed frustrated not knowing what to hit him back.

'Either way you’re stuck with me.’ You pout when he laugh. 'I know babe. I’m a lucky bastard.’

'Yea and I’m the lucky attention seeker’ you pout.

He just laugh again kissing you and tickling your sides when you kept pouring.

What matters is you both love each other.

It’s like…” She sighed. “When I’m with him, there is literally nothing else in the whole world that matters. I can stare straight into his warm brown eyes and feel every single feeling you’ve ever dreamed of all at once. His touch, even just brushing against his shoulder in the hallways at school, feels like electricity coursing through my veins. And instead of feeling the anxiety I get around other people, he makes me feel calm and collected, and trust me, I never feel calm. He’s the only person I like being around on Mondays and I fucking hate everyone on Mondays. And I don’t know, I think that’s what love is.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never right / I think that’s what love is

“Yeah man, I called him beautiful on accident and he just stared at me with his……perfect face and beautiful eyes.”

“How do you know he doesn’t like it?”

“I know he likes it, otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed with me for so long.”

“Good point.”

“Even when I call him beautiful on purpose he always turns and stares at me with the same face.”

“Maybe he’s never been complimented before.”

“What? That’s crazy. Tons of people love him!”

“And tons of people hate him.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’m not saying this is set in stone, but maybe he’s just a little dead from time to time? Like when he hears the word beautiful he just doesn’t know what to do.”

“Are you saying that my boyfriend has no emotion?”

“Like I said, nothing is definite. I’m merely making a theory.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“If I wasn’t your friend, would I have picked up the phone?”

“…..”

Exo reactions to finding out you’ve never been kissed

*I don’t own these gifs*

Y/N= your name

Baekhyun: *when you tell him, he doesn’t believe you*

“Don’t lie to me about something so serious, Y/N!”

Chanyeol: *he tried to keep a serious face when you told him, but a giggle would erupt from his lips before long*

“I’m sorry, Y/N! You’re just so innocent, it’s adorable!”

Chen: *he gave you a wide-eyed stare, having a hard time processing what you had just said*

“How could someone like you not have had your first kiss yet?!”

D.O: *he wasn’t affected by this statement in the slightest. He was actually a little proud that you didn’t hand out your kisses to just anyone*

Kai: *he loved that you weren’t the type to throw your kisses and other physical affections around, and when you were embarrassed, he would reassure you*

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N!”

Kris: *he started to tease you a little over this new-found fact, just to see how you reacted*

“Shall we change that, Y/N?”

Lay: *something like this wouldn’t even faze this little angel. He settled for giving you an understanding smile*

“I get it. You’re waiting for the right person, right? They’ll be one lucky person!”

Luhan: *you had been forced to confess this secret when you were with Luhan and a couple of other friends. He got quite frustrated when the others chuckled, telling them that it definitely wasn’t a laughing matter*

Sehun: *he laughed at first, he thought it was a joke, but you told him that it definitely wasn’t. Then he actually got a little envious just thinking of the person who’d be allowed to steal your first kiss, oblivious to the fact that you’d love for him to be that person*

Suho: * he didn’t really say much, because his mind would become preoccupied with wondering what was wrong with the boys around you, and why you’d never gotten a kiss*

Tao:*overdramatic*

“Wah, Y/N! You’re such a pure, little angel, aren’t you!”

Xiumin: *he got a little shy after you announced this news to him, he felt a little pressured, worrying about whether he should make a move or not*

Phone Calls- Hank x Reader

 Request: Hank mccoy during apocalypse where he’s married to a human doctor and lots of cute couple stuff and like him just watching her talk medical stuff on the phone and being all cute and loving.

Originally posted by theinsatiablevoid

“Alright just send me the labs when you get them.” You spoke into the phone, scribbling untidy notes on your slip of paper. Your eyes shifted to Hank who was sitting at a table a few feet away. His chin was resting in his hand and he was staring at you with a small smile on his face. “What Hank?” you whispered to him, covering the phone’s receiver with your hand. 

“Nothing,” he grinned, “I just love watching you work.” You smiled, your gaze dropping to the floor, and your face growing warm. 

“What? sorry, yes I’m listening.” You suddenly spoke to your medical colleague again. Stop distracting Me, you mouthed at Hank, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at him. He laughed and instead of returning to his own work he had to finish, he got out of his chair and walked over to you. You gave him a serious stare as if to say, I’m not kidding, this conversation is important. Hank however, ignored warning glare and wrapped his long arms around you waist, hugging you gently from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder. “Hank.” you said quietly, “I need to finish this call for my job.” You slowly unhooked his hands from around your waist and turned to face him. As much as you just wanted to sit with him, or even be close to him, you did have to get stuff done for your work. 

“Alright.” He sighed, giving you puppy dog eyes and kissed you on your forehead, returning to his desk. You bit your lip to hold back a smile, trying to return your full attention to your phone call, but you kept catching Hank’s eye, making you both laugh each time.