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all of my stumbling phrases
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this feeling.

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Prompt: Could you throw out some fever induced cuddly Shiro (Shallura) fluff please b t dubbs  I love your blog

I got this request today, and I still have another one to do from a while ago… oops. I didn’t plan on writing this today, it just kind of happened. I’ve been dealing with some writer’s block, and turns out stepping out of my comfort zone (klangst) and writing this (fluffy shallura) was what I needed to get back in the zone! I hope this is satisfactory anon… enjoy!

Also… me writing stuff that’s not lance-centric and/or klance is like,,, once in a blue moon so… I hope you like it, but don’t get too used to it…


Takashi Shirogane did not get sick.

In fact, he’d always prided himself on his seemingly invincible immune system.

So, when a week or so ago Shiro’s throat began to feel scratchy and his nose stuffed up, he did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t possibly be getting sick. They were in space. Besides, there was a universe to defend.

It wasn’t until after a particularly grueling battle with the Galra that he realized just how bad it was getting.

He woke up the following day with a migraine that definitely hadn’t been there before, and the issues with his sinuses seemed to have increased tenfold. Shiro wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, huddled under a layer of blankets, since his room was freezing for some reason.

But he was also the only one who hadn’t sustained any serious injuries from the fight, with the exception of a few scrapes and bruises. Shiro pushed himself out of bed, and headed towards the infirmary.

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New Year ‘One-Shot’ ;)

Taehyung and Jungkook BTS (minus hyungs) - ‘Smutty, dirty threesome 3 part one-shot’ ;)

i need more of your bts smut otoke. please a smutty dirty threesome with taehyung and jungkook do you think i’m a bad person ? because I think I am

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OH MY GAWD! I dont know if youre taking requests for it but this last one got me so worked up I cant even stay still!!! OK, please make the second part with hobi please please please hes my ultimate bias of all and I saw him lookin and and and and ok

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HEY HEY DON’T FORGET TO PUT JIMIN IN ‘ONE SHOT’ WE NEED HIS BEAUTIFUL LIPS AND HIPS TOO ISTG YOU’RE FUCKING MY LIFE

AU: Oops… ;P (P.s. its slightly angsty at the start, but boy does it get better.) Thank you for all the love on this one-shot! :D <3

‘So, I say…you give them another chance…to show you just how good they are at sharing….’

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

'I hope you haven’t been having fun without me.’

Your mouth drops open when you see the other boys dark eyes pinned to you, his rain drenched shirt sticking to his chest and showing off the beautiful contours of his body. You cant move as you stare at him, Hoseok’s fingers still wrapped around your neck and Jungkook’s breath continuing to was over your stomach, although his attention is turned to the boy who’s just entered the room.

'Although it looks like you have…My turn then.’ Taehyung growls, making towards the three of you, but before he can come close, Hoseok has gotten to his feet, leaving you to curl into Jungkook, heart pounding despite how tired your body is as he pushes Tae back, the violent action surprising you and you yelp as you cringe into the Maknae, calming slightly as he wraps his arms around you, eyes glued to his hyungs, waiting on their next move.

'She was mine, first.’ Taehyung hisses back, standing nose to nose with Hoseok and daring him to answer back, the one year age difference apparently disappearing with his possessiveness as he dares the older boy to do something.

'Thats great. But since both you and Jungkook have had your go at her…now, its my turn.’ J-hope snarls, cracking his neck intimidatingly as he smirks at the younger boy.

'Jungkook, stop them!’ you murmur in fear, fingers clinging to his shoulders as you hide your naked body behind his, both of you looking like startled cats as you watch the tension roll off of the other two.

'Dont touch her.’ Tae shouts, suddenly raising his arm as if he was going to hit the older boy, but as you shout out, the limb is knocked away, Hoseok throwing his own punch and knocking Tae to the floor, teeth bared as the younger boy falls.

'Hyung, stop!’ Jungkook shouts, springing to his feet and grabbing at J-Hope, trying to pull him off of Tae after the other boy had jumped onto his Hyung, arm around his neck as though he was trying to strangle him, the two of them struggling and knocking things flying everywhere.

'STOP!’ you shout, getting to your feet and quickly wrapping the throw that had been laid across the back of the sofa around you, before you jump into the fray, slapping at everything you could, desperately trying to brake up the fray and eventually succeeding when Jungkook eventually plucks Taehyung from Hoseok, having switched boys seeing that the other was weaker and a much easier target. You quickly move to stand in front of Hobi as he goes to follow after the retreating Dongsaengs, glaring up at him despite being a foot shorter.

'Get OUT!’ you shout in his face, angrily pointing in the direction of the door and trying not to get pulled in by the sweat dripping slowly down his chest, the perspiration left over from sparring with Taehyung.

'Im not leaving unless they do to!’ he spits back angrily, glaring at the other two boys over your shoulder and you narrow your eyes at him for a few minutes before turning to the other two, and nodding your head in the direction of the door.

'Go.’

You see Taehyung about to argue but you shake your head sharply, glaring at him as you see him shake himself from Jungkook, the younger boy watching you sadly and you smile at him apologetically, walking away from Hoseok and hoping that he didn’t try to throw another punch as you pick up Jungkook’s still damp clothes, frowning at them.

'I’ll go and find you some more clothes, you two- out!’ you demand, seeing Tae and Hobi not having moved from their spots and they both turn to you with frustrated expressions.

'We’re not leaving till-’

'Get out, before I throw you out! I’m going to get Jungkook some clothes and then he’ll be straight out that door too.’ you fire back, staring them down as you stand your ground, point at the door again.

'Now.’ you snap, finally seeing them move in the direction of your front door, J-hope angrily grabbing his shirt before following Tae out the door, the other boy sporting a mournful expression as he looks back at you, before the door shuts in his face.

You dont look at Jungkook as you go to your room, finding an old pair of oversized black denims and one of your old jumpers that your dad had gifted to you before you moved to Seoul, before walking back out to find him perched on the arm of the sofa, a cushion covering himself.

'Here, they were the biggest thing I could find, but I figure if you cant fit into them, I have a onesie in my cupboard you could borrow.’ you say emotionlessly, trying not to feel bad from the Maknae despite already missing his warm body pressing against yours.

He smiles thankfully at you as you pass him the clothes, turning and walking into your kitchen to give him some space, using the excuse that you would dry his clothes now, and get them back to him in the morning. When you walk back to see him out, he’s just slipping the jumper over his head, his thighs, calves and butt filling your jeans easily, although not quite at the point of being uncomfortable, and you struggle to move your eyes to his face, all your will power being used to keep your expression neutral.

'You best go and find the other two, before they start fighting again.’ you say, walking to the door and opening it for him to walk out.

'I’m sorry.’ he says quietly as he pauses at the door, looking at you from beneath his fringe, his expression filled with remorse, eyebrows drawn down sadly.

'It wasn’t your fault, It shouldn’t have happened in the first place…no matter how much we all wanted it…but if they cant play nicely, its hardly fair to carry on whatever we have going on.’ you murmur, cheeks heating slightly at admitting that you had wanted it…and that you wanted more.

Although his eyes are burning into you, you dont look back up at him, hearing him sigh quietly, muttering something about 'i’ll see you in the morning’ before dipping out of your apartment, shuffling down the stairs and out of sight.


You wake up to a text from Namjoon the next morning, the ding of your phone rousing you from sleep and you groggily roll over to grab the device from your bedside, groaning as you do so before you see the name and your interest is peaked.

[NJ: We need to chat.]

The short words put you on edge immediately and you think about not texting back, but since he wasn’t supposed to know what had happened last night, your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to answer him.

[Y/N: About what?]

[NJ: You know what. Be at the dorm in an hour.]

Your hackles raise at his answer and you chuck your phone down on the bed in frustration, but already you know that you will go, although you cant decide whether to hope that the dorm is empty or whether the other 3 boys are there too.

After showering, dressing and folding Jungkook’s now dry clothes into a bag, you begin to make your way to the dorm, trying to delude yourself into thinking that you hadn’t picked your best clothes and worked for almost an hour on your make-up, in the vain hope that they might be there. Its a 15 minute walk there, and when you finally turn the corner onto their street, your heart is racing, legs shaking a little and by the time you’ve got to their door you’ve convinced yourself to drop the bag of the Maknae’s clothes and run, but before you can do so, the wooden panel is opening and Namjoon’s face appears, expression plain as his eyes lock onto you, jaw tightening as he grits his teeth.

'I think you should come in.’ he says, deep voice rattling your bones and you have no choice but to nod and walk in, breathing quickly as you shuffle through the door, removing your shoes, but stopping before you could walk into the lounge when the door closes ominously behind you, a long sigh following the sound.

'I’m guessing you know about last night?’ you murmur, hearing his slow padding footsteps but still jumping when his hand suddenly sits on the small of your back, his other hand taking the bag from you and chucking it into the corner, before he grabs your hip, not saying anything as he begins to guide you forward, heading toward the lounge.

You weren’t ready for what was waiting for you in there.

When you walk in, 3 pairs of eyes turn to look at you, the deep brown of each burning into your skin and you feel like your entire body has set on fire as Namjoon guides you to the chair nearest to the door, but facing toward the other boys who are sat on either of the two sofa’s in front of you.

'Now, Y/N…I was awoken this morning to find 3 empty beds, and a few minutes after that these 3 boys walked in the front door shouting at each other- near to beating each other.’ Namjoon starts standing behind your chair and leaning on the back as he speaks, the hairs on the back of your neck standing to attention in his presence as you look at the floor, not being able to meet anyone’s eyes.

'They tell me its because you said they couldn’t share. That you let Jungkook fuck you after Taehyung had fucked you, but when Hoseok wanted his turn he was interrupted by Taehyung and they ended up arguing until you kicked them out.’ he goes on, purposefully enunciating the word 'fuck’ every time he said it by murmuring it into your ear until it was almost a moan, and the way it drips from his lips has your heart racing, cheeks flaming and hands twisting in your lap as you subtly press your thighs together, feeling your core pulse between your legs.

'But from what I know- as far as boys go- these three are pretty good at sharing…So, I say…you give them another chance…to show you just how good they are at sharing.’ he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear at this point that he was practically licking your lobe, his hot breath making goosebumps rise all down your neck and his suggestion makes your eyes dart up to the other three, seeing their eyes boring into yours intently.

'W-H-How?’ you stammer, your nails digging into your thighs as you swallow thickly, Namjoon’s hand curving round to tilt your head in the direction of the door that led to the boy’s various rooms, a very familiar flash of red hair mounted on top of a well sculpted body, covered in only a pair of shorts, resting against the frame. When your eyes finally come to rest on his face, Jimin is smirking at you, biting his lip in that teasing way of his and you resist the whine that wants to escape you, not remembering how you’d come to be in this situation, your mind just being clouded with the thoughts of his body writhing against yours and being joined by 3 other boys.

'Jimin is going to pleasure you whilst these 3 watch.’ Namjoon says bluntly, although his tongue still wraps around the words like he’s caressing them before drooling them in your ear, his hand that moves away from your chin not being able to resist sliding meaningfully across your chest as he pulls away and you cant stop the shiver that runs through you, your panties practically drenched at this point.

Your hands move to the edge of the seat, clawing at the padding as Jimin begins to swagger over, a mischievous grin on his face as he comes to a stop in front of you, blocking your view of the others  as you look up at him nervously, eyes keen on his face as he bends over you, brushing his lips over yours- not in a kiss, but just to tease you, before he finally addresses you.

'What do you want me to do, Y/N? I’m yours to do what you want with…tell me what you want…’ he mutters, each brush of his full bottom lip against yours making you suck in a sharp breath and you can see by the way his eyes crinkle slightly and his lips tighten over his teeth that he was amused by your reaction.

'I-I dont know…What do you want to do?’ you ask shyly, completely entranced by his eyes, jumping slightly when you feel his hand suddenly touch your knee, thumb massaging circles into your skin as it dips between your legs, encouraging you to spread them slowly.

'I want to taste you.’ he whispers, finally dropping the hint of a kiss on your lips as his hand climbs higher on the inside of your thigh, fingers inching closer to your wet core, the tiniest giggle escaping him as he bites his lip, eyes still locked with yours as the tips of his fingers ghost over your panties beneath your dress, feeling how damp they were.

'Does this excite you?’ he asks cheekily, pressing another, more lingering kiss on the edge of your lips and you finally give into the whine that wants to escape you as you feel his thumb join his teasing fingertips, pressing against your clit and making you snap your hand to his forearm, stopping him before he could do anything else.

'Whats the matter, Y/N? Are you nervous?’ he asks, voice lilting as he tilts his head cutely, the action contrasting with his words, but when he does it your eyes focus behind him, seeing the other 3 boys with dark expressions on their faces, each of them seeming to communicate with you what they would be doing if they were in Jimin’s situation and you shiver as your eyes drop back to Jimin, leaning forward so that your mouth was near his ear, eyes flickering back to the other boys, deciding to try and provoke them.

'I want you to eat me out.’ you whisper, loud enough for the others to hear, biting your lip as you sit back, just about seeing Tae’s chest heave in anger, before Jimin has blocked your view of him again, smirking at you as he forces your legs apart, making you sigh in anticipation.

'Your wish is my command…’ he murmurs as he bends down so that he was eye level with your crotch, fingers reaching for the waistband of your panties and pulling them slightly raggedly as you lift your hips, locking eyes with the now viewable J-hope and tilting your head back as you do so to expose your neck, teasing him as you remembered his favourite thing to do from last night.

The chair is suddenly reclined, Namjoon chuckling from his place behind it, but its just enough for you to slip down so that your hips were at the edge, the angle still giving you a good view of the other 3 boys who were all breathing heavily at this point, fingers clawing into anything they could find.

Jimin doesn’t waste any time. The first kitten lick of his tongue has you gasping, keening quietly when its gone just as soon as it had appeared and your fingers moving to twist in your dress, pulling it slightly higher on your stomach to make sure he could see what he was doing.

The second lick is not as gentle, his strong tongue begins from your entrance, his fingers parting your lips allowing him to swipe the muscle over the entirety of your core, and when he brushes it over your clit your entire body quakes, the high pitched moan leaving your lips causing the boys watching you to growl. You open your eyes to see J-hope pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch, teeth bared slightly as he watches you with a black gaze, Jungkook beside him having lost his usual innocent child look and replacing it with raging horny young-adult, the look of both boys making you chuckle quietly to yourself before you’re moaning loudly again, Jimin having began a savage assault of your core, lapping away greedily as you clamp your thighs around his head, immediately having your legs parted again as he pushes them away, his shoulders bulging as he does so.

You pant and moan quietly as he continues to eat away at you, gasping when he pushes a finger into you, sucking your clit into his mouth and you almost explode around him on the spot, reaching down to grab at his hair and holding him in place as you try to ride his digit, groaning angrily when he slips it out of you with a chuckle.

'Sit still Princess, let me work my magic…’ he says, voice rough with arousal as he smolders up at you and you whine as you remove your hands from his hair, just to have him put them back.

'You can hold on, just try to hold still…its going to be a wild ride.’ he says, winking at you and you whimper as you tip your head back, fingers twisting into the strands of his hair and you shout out as soon as he goes back to your core, feeling him plunge two fingers into you as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, twirling it in ways you couldn’t imagine, but with the way his digits were thrusting in and out of you frantically you feel like your skin is peeling off of you with the heat coursing through your body.

'Open your eyes Y/N’ comes Namjoon’s command from behind you, his hands tilting your head up so that you were looking at the 3 boys across from you, eyes immediately going to Tae who had his hand down his trousers, hips bucking into his palm as he glowers at you, tongue whipping out of his mouth as he sees you looking, trailing languidly over his lip whilst his other hand lifts his shirt up his chest, revealing his taught abdomen and you whine at the sight, wanting to feel it against your own.

Namjoon’s finger taps your cheek to get you to look over at the other two, and you moan loudly as you feel Jimin add a third finger to those already thrusting into you, at the same time you see a shirtless J-hope pumping frantically at his clothed member, the only thing he was still wearing being his boxers and an expression that cause your walls to clench tightly around Jimin’s fingers, causing the boy below you to hum in satisfaction.

You were on the very edge of your orgasm by the time your eyes finally found Jungkook, the Maknae having his head laid on the back of the sofa, a cushion covering his groin as he tries not to touch himself, his fingers gripping like his life depended on it to the sofa cushions as he watched you, his expression half pained and half dominant, eyes telling you he needed to touch you desperately and its as he mouths 'please’ that you fall, crashing hard around Jimin’s fingers and mouth, feeling your juices drench the chair beneath you, despite how hard Jimin was trying to lap them up, his rough tongue driving your body to the point of over-stimulation and you keen and moan out, voice hoarse from having almost screamed through your orgasm.

And yet, you knew very well that that was not going to be your only one. Because the minute you cry out, Taehyung has lunged out of his seat and is knocking Jimin out of the way, pulling you into him and attacking your mouth with his as he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand going between your legs and thrusting his fingers inside you, swallowing your moans and growling low in his chest as your nails dig into the skin of his back, desperately trying to hold on.

Chaos erupts around you as J-hope runs towards the two of you shouting, arms going under yours to pull you away from Taehyung, hands strategically cupping your breasts as he does so, but when Taehyung growls at him, refusing to let go of your hips, Hoseok lets up and instead crashes his mouth to yours, groaning as he swallows your moans, only breaking away to slips your dress over your head, moaning when he sees that you haven’t worn a bra and immediately attacking your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he goes back to kiss you, his tongue ravenous inside your mouth.

The deep chuckle of Namjoon reverberates around the room as Jungkook shouts about how unfair it was, the leader moving closer to you where you were writhing beneath the other two boys and grabbing you from their grasps, pulling you up and tucking you into his arm, dark gaze daring the other two to defy him- the age differences having flown out the window in the situation you found yourself in.

'Now, now, boys…do you remember what we talked about? Sharing is key to enjoying this moment- we dont want Y/N thinking that you three cant play nicely.’ he says and your gaze strays over to Jimin who had reclined on the sofa, smirking at you when he sees you watching him, breath coming in quick pants as you watch him play with himself, biting his lip for extra effect as he grins at you.

'It was Taehyung’s fault! He couldn’t control himself!’ Hoseok counteracts, quickly going silent when Namjoon shoots him a look and you feel yourself tremble at the dominance in his gaze, not missing the way he smirks to himself, fingers pinching at your shoulder slightly, and he whispers something under his breath that sounds like, 'You can have me another day, Princess’ .

'Jungkook on your back on the floor.’ Namjoon commands, and you watch as the younger boy follows the order without a word, obviously already knowing what was about to happen. You feel Namjoon’s hand slide down your waist to your hip, his other sitting on the other side as he brings you to stand in front of Jungkook, looking down on the maknae as he removes his shirt and positions himself ready on the floor, eyes piercing into you as he looks up.

'You can start with Jungkook.’ Namjoon murmurs in your ear, giving your hips a pinch, making that your knees buckle, and he slowly lowers you so that you’re straddling Jungkook’s legs, letting you go as the Maknae replaces his hands, bringing you further up his body so that you were straddling his hips, his arousal brushing between your legs roughly and you moan quietly as you almost collapse forward, Jungkook catching you and pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours to calm you and you end up losing yourself in him as his hands trail down your body, moving to cup your ass and grinding you down onto him, causing you both to moan and you instantly take control, circling your hips and feeding off of the needy whines he was letting out.

'Fuck-’ he breathes and you groan as you feel yourself growing aroused again, fingers raking down his chest as you pry his shorts off of him, moaning happily when you feel his hard member finally rub against your folds, body convulsing and you have to steady yourself with your hands on his chest, butterflies trembling in your stomach as you fling your head back at the feeling, seeing the others watching you, but not being able to feel embarrassed as you get lost in the way his body felt beneath yours.

You cry out when he suddenly enters you, clawing at his chest and getting lost in the sound of his hisses and groans, after Jimin had already stretched you the sting was barely recognisable, but the friction from Jungkook was dizzying and you cant help the moans that slip from you, panting as you rock your hips down onto him, quickly leaning back so that you could bounce on top of him, using his thighs as stability and feeling shivers race across your skin as several moans sound around the room at the sight of you.

You’re not surprised when a pair of lips descend on yours, recognising the familiar scent of Taehyung and smiling against his mouth as you reach a hand up to his neck, keeping him in place as you continue to rock on top of Jungkook, hissing as his fingers dig into your hips, forcing you to go faster as your mouth slides over Tae’s, the older boy growling in aggravation before he settles into a more comfortable position behind you, reaching his hand around your body to pluck at your clit, making you gasp and keen loudly as you’re split between the two boys, not realising that Tae was slowly lowering you into a bent over position on top of Jungkook, and whining when his lips and hand disappears.

You lift off of Jungkook, body practically vibrating as you expect Tae to take you, moaning out when the maknae leans up to attach his mouth to one of your breasts, arms buckling and you begin to fall, but once again Jungkook holds you up, his mouth continuing to ravage your chest.

You gasp when you feel both boys members sliding and poking at your core, the coil in your stomach tightening to the point of snapping, but you quickly clench your walls to hold on, not wanting to come without one of them inside of you.

'Remember what I told you…dont let her come until all 3 of you are satisfied.’ Namjoon says suddenly and you quickly turn your head to look at him, glaring at him in question and seeing him smirk at you, shrugging as if to say- 'Its nothing in comparison to what i’d do to you’, and the thought makes your body tingle, a visible shiver running down your spine as you turn your head to see Taehyung smoldering at you, a small smirk turning up the edge of his lips as he dips his head to between your legs, blowing cold air over your core and making you clench at nothing, the feeling making you frustrated and the fire in your belly begins to die down.

You turn back to Jungkook glaring down at him as he looks up at you, having stopped caressing your breasts with his mouth, his expression unsure, and at the same time needy, like he was silently asking you to touch him. But you simply lean down to attach your lips to his, setting sweet kiss after sweet kiss across his mouth and jaw, smirking at the frustrated groans he lets out and moving slowly to his ear to whisper to him.

'Now you know how I feel.’ you murmur, being surprised when his hands squeeze your hips harshly and he brings his own up to teasingly rub his member through your folds, holding back his own moan by clenching his teeth as his mouth makes its way to your ear.

'No…but i’m going to know how you feel…and so is Taehyung-hyung.’ he whispers and your eyebrows fly up your forehead as you read the hidden meaning in his words, suddenly feeling two heads poking at your entrance and your heart begins to race as you pant, half worried and half aroused from the surprising actions.

Its Taehyung’s hands smoothing up your back, relaxing you, that allows you to focus on loosening your core, pressing your forehead to Jungkook’s as you prepare yourself, biting your lip when you feel Tae slide his tip into you, thrusting shallowly a few times, before he pulls back, leaving his head inside of you and you cant help but pant as you feel Jungkook slowly start to push into you, causing you to close your eyes as you focus on relaxing. You feel yourself finally stretch around them both, breathing heavily with the feeling, fingers practically digging holes into Jungkook’s chest as you try not to focus on the pain of being stretched that much, hissing as the maknae accidental moves his hips, trying to get comfortable and being rewarded with Taehyung shouting at him.

When the pain has subsided, you slowly push back, cringing the more you’re stretched, but biting your lip harshly and moaning as you get lost in how amazing they feel inside of you, stretching you so much that your walls are vibrating with your need to release, but you cant decide if that was just where there lengths were pulsing within you. When you feel Tae’s hands join Jungkooks on your hips, guiding you into a slow rock, you feel tears brimming at your eyes at the intense feeling. You try not to let it show on your face that you were close to your edge, especially now that Namjoon had let on that you weren’t allowed to come until everyone else had, but Jungkook must have felt your stomach tensing against his and before you know it, all movement had stopped. You whine angrily at both boys, hearing Namjoon chuckle once again and you look up to glare at him, your eyes first landing on Jimin who had his head laid on the sofa arm as he thrust into his own hand, only slowing his movements when you stop whining and turning his head to look at you questioningly, smirking when he sees your eyes blown wide at the sight of him.

Before you can plead Namjoon to let you have your orgasm, someone grabs your chin and you’re turned to face Hoseok who had appeared behind Jungkook’s head, stroking himself as he looks down at you, a appearing on his face before he speaks.

'Lets see how good that pretty throat of yours is Y/N…’ he murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick, sloppy, passionate kiss, before he positions himself in front of your mouth, his hand going to the back of your neck, stroking down your throat as he does so, and guiding your mouth to his length, sighing and groaning when you take wrap your lips eagerly around his head, and smirking at him before you go to take him further, but you’re suddenly jolted forward and you cry out around Hoseok’s member as Tae and Jungkook once again plunge into you up to the brim.

The noises rumbling out of your throat become indecipherable as you moan around Hoseok, looking up at him innocently to urge him on as you feel your stomach once again tensing, needing this time to reach your high, before you exploded. His grip tightens in your hair and you let your throat go lax as he begins to fuck your mouth, hissing and moaning at the feeling, his hips snapping before your face and demonstrating just why he was such a good dancer. But you cant focus on that image for long as Taehyung becomes impatient behind you, forcing your hips into a faster rhythm on him and Jungkook, any ounce of pain that you had felt before, being replaced by pure ecstasy as you whine and moan at the feel of them sliding in and out of you, as well as against one another, both of them groaning as they twitch within you, the pressure of you around them obviously becoming too much as Tae slips out of you quickly, causing you to moan in protest, but the sound quickly turns to pleasure as he comes over your back, leaning on you heavily as he comes down from his high.

Taehyung reaching his climax sets off a chain reaction however, as you hear Hoseok above you shout out, suddenly filling your throat with his come, and you hurriedly swallow it so that you dont choke, pulling air desperately into your lungs as he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches as his hand rubs up and down your throat, gently pressing you back and reminding you that Jungkook was still in you. The Maknae quickly flips you over however, sliding himself out of you and instead using the friction of your folds to chase his own high, the sight being too much for Jimin as you hear him gasp in breath after breath, turning to see white cum dripping over his fist as he rides himself through his high and when he looks down at you its enough to make you explode. Thankfully you crash over your edge, just as you feel Jungkook climax over your stomach, his thumb replacing his member as he shuffles away, rubbing frantic circles into your clit as you scream through your orgasm, tears falling from your eyes at the sheer intensity of it, missing the way the 5 boys watched as you squirted your juices over their living room floor, Jungkook and Tae eagerly running their fingers through your come and the older boy even goes so far as to thrust his fingers back into you to release any excess fluid, grinning like a cat that got the cream when an after shock forced you to orgasm again, your pitiful moans being the only thing heard in the room as everyone silently watches you fall apart.

You’re panting exhaustedly when you finally come back to your senses, opening your eyes to see Namjoon crouched over you, a shit eating grin on his face as he strokes a finger down your cheek, resisting a smirk when he sees you open your eyes and come back to reality.

'See, they can share.’ he murmurs, pushing your sweaty hair back from your forehead and you go to shoot him a sarcastic reply, but when you speak no sound leaves your lips and you remember just how rough Hoseok had been when he’d fucked your mouth.

'Oooh, Hoseok you need to apologise to Y/N…she cant speak after your torturous hips!’ Namjoon chuckles looking over at the sofa and you turn your head to see J-hope get up, coming to crouch the other side of you- having found his pants- and he too strokes your cheek.

'I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to be that rough…but that beautiful throat of yours is too good! I’ll go and get you some ice-cream.’ he murmurs, flashing you his golden smile before he’s disappeared again and you flutter your eyes closed, turning your head into Namjoon’s gentle hand that is running a finger across your cheek, cupping your face when you roll your head his way.

You try to sit up, but you groan as your hips screech against the movement, your entire lower half feeling like it was dislocated from your top half, Namjoon luckily catching your shoulders as you almost crash back against the floor.

'I see its not only Hoseok that needs to make an apology…boys, help her onto the sofa. Jimin get up and get yourself clean- we need to make Y/N comfortable.’ he directs and you see Jimin grinning at you shyly as he jumps up, having wiped himself off with his shirt and swaggering back to his room with a smirk, shooting you a wink before he disappears.

Taehyung is at your side instantly, slipping his arm under your shoulders and legs and lifting you into him, pausing as Jungkook rearranges the pillows so that its comfortable and whilst he does this, Tae leans down to place a gentle kiss on your head, the heat of his lips feeling like it was warming your entire body. When he drops you carefully onto the sofa, Jungkook is sat by your head, pillow ready in his lap and Namjoon helps to fold the waiting blanket over you, smiling away to himself as he does so and you’re almost entranced by the expression, until you feel Jungkook’s gentle hands on your head, smoothing over your hair his fingers brushing gently at the tear tracks that were still evident on your face.

'I’m sorry if I hurt you, Y/N.’ he says quietly, a worried expression on his face and you shift slightly to get more comfortable, refraining from cringing at the dull pain that seems to be coming from every place on your body and curling your face into his lap, humming happily as you close your eyes, letting him know you were okay as he goes back to smoothing his hand over your hair.

When you hear someone crouch down in front of you, you squint your eyes open to see Hobi with a bowl of ice-cream, smiling at you angelically as he gets a spoonful and holds it out ready for you, making you smile contently as he feeds it to you slowly, watching your face intently the whole time, and when you’ve finished the bowl he leans close to press a small kiss to your cold lips, heating them up for you before he smiles and takes the bowl back to the kitchen, his vacated space being replaced by Namjoon who crouches down to eye level so that he could check on you.

'Feel better?’ he asks, grinning at you as you nod.

'I’ve never felt better in my life.’ you croak quietly, making a deep rumble escape the leaders chest as he reaches forward to stroke your throat gently, smirking slightly as he does so.

'Whats that look for?’ you ask, trying not to give into the exhaustion that was weighing your body down and smiling happily at him before he answers.

'You said you’ve never felt better in your life…I’m just thinking that I could probably change that…

…although i dont like to share…’

THE END

anonymous asked:

this is really random I just needed to say it to someone but 1 or 2 y/o baby jeon making grabby hands up at u and always wanting to be carried by u and always wanting ur attention and you'd be talking to another member & baby kook would tug at ur pant leg and try climbing up onto ur lap

Was I allowed to tell u about that baby jeon? Wasn’t a request or anything I just wanted to share what I thought for an hour in church (oops) and it’s sofowhsjf cute 

of course you are! NOW LOOK

“yeah, mhm, wait just one sec,” you try to cut off your friend as polite as possible, directing your gaze down to the round eyed kid blinking up to you innocently. jungkook just turned two, now look at him, already crawling all over the place with minimal effort.

“i think he likes you,” hoseok snorts as he too, watches as the little boy clams his hands on your pants, grabby hands ever so gently attempting to give your clothing tugs so you notice him. this boy was too cute for his own good and it was hard to push him away. even after you had walked far from his crib to make sure others could shower him with love and attention.

“jungkookie, there are people over there, go on,” you’re on your knees, ushering the boy away but he takes an advantage of the height minimized, immediately trying to climb onto your lap and hoseok chuckles, “that’s so cute! just carry him already!”

“this is the fifth time! other people should have a chance! where’s tae-”

“no freaking way. he nearly gave me a black eye,” the poor boy winces behind hoseok just as you get jungkook in your arms and you sigh, holding him closer as he chuckles adorably, hugging your neck, “noona…”

“the fuck- was that jungkook’s first-”

“god bless you, child. you’re going to be his babysitter for life now.”

This shitty day has been another great reminder of how grateful I am to have him back in my life. I have an amazing support system in my mom and my closet friends, but there’s nothing quite like ranting and raving to him when things go wrong.

I went and wandered around Target for a while after work. I was going to go anyway because I needed to replace a couple bras, but I ended up walking out with some stuff for the bachelorette party and a new sundress (oops, might return that once I feel better).

I literally walked in to my apartment and poured a drink (blueberry lemonade and vodka) and am about to make a giant bowl of pasta. One of Nick’s closest friends is in town from Seattle so they’re going out and I’m perfectly content to just fall asleep super early on the couch watching Netflix.

Tomorrow we might go to the art festival with another couple if the weather is nice. Then we’re going to check out the new barcade that opened in the time we were broken up - we had been super excited to go before and now we can enjoy it together after all.

Everything just feels right again, in the best way. But I also feel much more aware of certain things and that’s good, too. Despite how awful and long today was, I’m focusing on the good and going to enjoy my weekend.

Hoo boi. Lookie what I found stuck between the pages of my Environmental Science textbook. It was almost time to turn these babies back in too. Heck. I’m actually really grateful finals week has made me actually need to start using these text books - if not I would have lost this precious gift forever.

Still.

I see little tabs of sticky notes left behind by other students who must have rented this book before me. Makes me wonder what someone would think had they been studying science one day and oops this note of love from one stranger to another pops out. Kinda a neat thought huh. Maybe I’ll write a little note to the next person to rent this book and kinda tuck it in one of the pages. Just sorta tell them that I’m proud of them for working hard, you know?

[edit: note here was a birthday card from my darling @nightwing-it and not some mysterious stranger that somehow knew my name in case you were wondering]

anonymous asked:

001 atomwave?

  • when I started shipping it if I did: i was actually a little hesitant to start shipping anyone who wasn’t leonard with mick tbh, and even then it was a little iffy bc i saw mick as aroace?? i still see him as ace but maybe not aro anymore, ANYWAY, i lowkey shipped them as mainly a brotp after their time in the gulag together, i didn’t fully start shipping them as an actual relationship until maybe around the season one finale? but i’m in full on Atomwave Hell now lol
  • my thoughts: theyre cute!! they have a mutual respect and understanding for each other and are there to support each other, mick needs someone who accepts him for who he is and ray needs someone to keep him in line and stop him from being so damn reckless
  • What makes me happy about them: i basically just answered that with the last question oops, but another thing is that they’re RAT PARENTS THEY HAVE A RAT CHILD THAT’S SO CUTE I LOVE THEM AND THEIR HAPPY FAMILY
  • What makes me sad about them: they both have a fuckin death wish dude that makes me Real Emo
  • things done in fanfic that annoys me: i haven’t really read any atomwave fic tbh so i can’t answer this
  • things I look for in fanfic: same as above
  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: ray with leonard or nate, mick with leonard or amaya
  • My happily ever after for them: they decide to take a break off the waverider and chill out in central city, leonard is there, they all are happy n warm,
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: mick isn’t a very cuddly guy tbh, but when they’re sleeping in the same bed, ray has octopus limbs and latches on to mick while he’s asleep a lot lmao
  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity: they like to bake!! well, mick likes to bake, he’s a pretty good chef, and he teaches ray to bake, because ray doesn’t know how to bake, he probably almost set the waverider’s kitchen on fire the first time he tried,
Green looks good on you - Elijah Mikaelson

The sunlight filtered through into your bedroom. Opposite you with his arm around your waist was Elijah Mikaelson, snoring a little. Wanting to get out of bed and into the shower you lifted up his arm which only made him pull you closer and burrow his head into your neck.

“I need to get up”

“No, you don’t you can stay in bed with me”

“’Lijah, please. I have things to do”

Begrudgingly he lifted up his arms and let you leave the bed. You showered and did all of your womanly activities in the bathroom and came out in a towel. 

“My dear, you look absolutely perfect.”

“I know I do, you don’t need to tell me twice, but thank you anyway. Can you help me find some clothes to wear? I have to deal with supernatural business.”

Over the course of your relationship, you had learnt that Elijah’s impeccable taste in suits gave him a good fashion sense and he had helped you on more than one occasion trying to find clothes to wear out. He nodded and came behind you sifting through your wardrobe. He pulled a few things out but then put them back in once you said you didn’t feel like it. Finally, after ages, you settled on an all black ensemble with black Louboutin booties that Elijah bought you for your birthday. 

“If I may, those boots do wonders for your derriere, my love. It looks, even more, amazing than it usually does.”

You blushed a bit and smiled. 

“Oh yeah, we have dinner at Elena’s house at 7. So I’ll aim to be home by 6″

He nodded and you went downstairs and grabbed a blood bag and drank it.

“I’m leaving”

Elijah appeared out of nowhere.

“Without a goodbye kiss?”

You giggled and pecked him on the lips before leaving.

                                                          ——

“Salvatore’s I’m here.”

“It’s actually Salvatore. Singular. My brother is out helping Elena cook for tonight dinner.”

You groaned.

“Which means I have to read through grimoires and supernatural texts with the Salvatore that I dated. Not awkward at all.”

“We’ve seen each other naked. There’s nothing awkward about that.”

“Whatever. Can you just grab what we need?”

“Well, some of the texts have been hidden in Elena’s dad/uncles practice which means we have to stop by there and grab them.”

“Yeah, OK let’s go.”

Damon took the piles of spell books and his car keys and you guys drove into the town.

You both snuck through under the yellow caution tape and went inside.

“Now Mr. Gilbert, where have you hidden our scrolls?”

“If you were a hunter, where would you hide it?”

“I don’t think logically.”

“Yeah, I know that”

“Let’s ransack the place”

You agreed and began to pull burnt wood from the walls.

“If my shoes get ruined you owe me a new pair.”

“Didn’t I buy you them?”

“No, Elijah did.”

He quietened and continued to look. The silence had an element of awkwardness but was comfortable. Ever since you and Damon had ended your relationship there was always some awkwardness. The split was agreed upon since you thought that your relationship was turning into more of a label rather than an actual feeling between two people.However, you later found out that Damon still had feelings for you and only agreed to split because he wanted you to be happy. But that was after you had broken up. You and Elijah had been dating for over 2 years so the feelings must have gone.

“Shh, we can’t be heard” You heard them running around upstairs.

“Damon. There’s someone upstairs.” you whispered.

Their footsteps began getting closer and they came down the stairs.

It was 3 teenagers, one with a camera who seemed to be goofing around. Once they saw you and Damon they stopped, frozen.

“Ugh, stupid kids!” Damon moaned

“You will return upstairs and forget that you into this building. Find a new place to shoot your film.” You deadpanned, using your compulsion.

They obliged and you continued to rip through the walls. You knocked on the wall and heard a hollow space. You punched your fist through it and began to make a huge hole then you pulled out a square chest,

“Jackpot”

Damon turned around and saw the box in your hands.

“Wait, I have the keys”

You ripped the lid of the box open anyway.

“Or you could just do what you did.”

You scanned through the scrolls.

“There are hundreds of spells and books this refers to. It’s going to take forever.”

“Well, we better go and get something to drink then.”

You both headed back up and went into the Grill.

“Lots of alcohol. And some fries” Damon said glancing at you.

You nodded and sat down, pulling a pile of texts from Gilbert’s chest.

His handwriting was neat but small. He referred to different spells and plants. But there was nothing referring to what you needed.

Two hours later you still had nothing. You felt something hit your neck. You looked up and saw Damon with an I’m-going-to-pretend-that-I-didn’t-hit-you-with-a-chip. Smirking, you picked up a chip and threw it making it fall in Damon’s hair.

“oops.”

He threw another one and you two went back and forth.

“Guys.”

You saw a pissed off Matt Donovan standing behind you.

“Sorry blondie”

You laughed and shook off the chips from your person and sat back down and resumed reading.

“Thanks, I needed that break.”

He laughed a little.

“It’s fine.”

“Y/N, you have a fry”

You put your hand to your head trying to feel for it. He got up and pulled it from your hair. He was too close for comfort. You could feel his breath on your cheek.

“Thanks.”

“Guys. Have you found out anything?” Matt asked you

“No, not yet.”

“Well, I’m leaving for dinner now.”

“What?! It’s seven already?”

“No, it’s 7 30.”

You got up and began to gather up the papers.

“Where are you going?”

“To your house. I promised Elena that I would come early to help her.”

You raced over to the Salvatore’s house.

“You’re late Y/N”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“You can make it up by setting the table and getting some wine.”

“And a few blood bags”

Elena gestured to the plates and the box of cutlery and some paper and a pen. You picked them up with ease and began to set the table. Once you were done, you wrote out everyone’s names and set them in the correct place, making Elijah sit next to you and placing Damon on the opposite side of the table and furthest away from you.


An hour later everyone was present and you all had been called to sit and eat. You sat down at your seat and waited for Elijah. 

“Elijah, come, your seat is”

“Next to me.” Bonnie piped up.

You were confused. you looked at the name card to your right and saw it had Damon’s name.

Stefan sat at the head of the table with Elena opposite him. Damon sat down and pushed his chair closer to yours so that your thighs were touching. He rested his hand on his thigh and over the course of the meal his hand kept moving closer towards your thigh.

“Y/N you’ve done a great job of setting the table,” Caroline remarked.

“Yes, she has always had an eye for detail. The seating, however, not to offend you ms. Bennett is much to be desired.” Elijah replied, wiping the corners of his mouth.

“Well, I for one love my seat,” Damon said leaning back in his chair and resting his arm on the back of yours.

The table went quiet and everyone finished eating. You had lost your appetite after the awkward encounter and got up from the table and took your dishes into the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher. 

As if it were fate, Damon was the next person to leave the table. However, he was coming in while you were leaving causing the blood bag that you had mixed with some wine to spill all over you.

“Damon! Watch where you’re going.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N”

“It’s fine.”

The liquid had caused your top to become skin tight and you could see the lace detailing of your bra through your shirt. 

“Go and grab a t-shirt from my room” Elena offered.

You went up to her bedroom and got another top. It was a huge t-shirt of Elijah’s that you left by accident before.

Once you came down you saw Elijah’s eyes light up. 

“Even in a huge baggy t-shirt, you still look beautiful.” Damon whispered, probably knowing that all of the vampires in the room could hear.

That was the last straw for Elijah and he got up from his seat and put his hand to Damon’s neck.

“I have seen you shamelessly flirt with my girlfriend on more than one occasion. I saw you in the Grill. I saw the look in her eye when you were the one who was sitting next to her, she didn’t place you next to her did she? If you come near her, I promise you I will rip your eyes out of their sockets and feed them to birds over and over again until it is ingrained in your head to stay away from Y/N“

His jaw was clenched and you could see the anger raging.

“Y/N tell him to stop” Elena called out.

You kept quiet. Elijah responded by snapping his neck. 

He fixed his tie and spoke

“Thank you for the meal, however, we must leave. Come Y/N”

You got up and got your coat and said goodbye to everyone and left. 

The car journey was silent however Elijah still had his hand resting on your thigh. 

Once you had gone back into your house you both headed to your bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. You decided to break the silence. 

“Are you mad at me?” You huffed falling onto the bed.

 "At you my love, no. At Damon, yes I am very mad. You can’t be blamed for his behaviour”

 "It was stupid of me thinking I could work with him alone"

 "No, you were just giving him a chance.“

 He lifted you up into a hug.

 "It was stupid trying to be friends when he clearly has feelings for me”

 "You just wanted to see the best in Damon. Even though I know you have no feelings for him, the more human part of you believes that he has redeemable qualities. Which is one of the very many reasons why I love you.”

You pulled away slightly and smiled up at Elijah.

“Now, let’s get into bed.”

He kissed your forehead and you laid down on your side of the bed. Elijah stripped off his trousers and slid in next to you, he placed one arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“Goodnight, my love”

“Good night, Elijah”

okay so im bored as fuck so lets do a comedic summary of danger days by song
  • Look Alive Sunshine: okay wtf im really excited
  • Na Na Na: LETS KICK SOME ASS MOTHERFUCKERS
  • Bulletproof Heart: Yooo this ones really cute
  • SING: THIS VIDEO MAKES ME EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE (also, is that Lindsey Way driving the van at the end cause it really looks like her)
  • Planetary (Go!): DANCE PARTY BITCHESSS
  • The Only Hope for Me is You: I just want Gerard to serenade me with this one jfc
  • Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid/Traffic Report: NOOOO
  • Party Poison: wtf is that girl saying in japanese (also why does gerard write a whole fucking song for his character.)
  • Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back: theres a lyric in this one that reminds me of harry potter
  • S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W: this one makes me really unstable and wanna curl up into a ball and cry
  • Summertime: this ones gotta be about lindsey or frank i mean come on
  • Destroya: well now i know what gerard sounds like in bed
  • The Kids From Yesterday: this goddamn band references themselves in this one
  • Goodnite, Dr. Death: for the love of god im sobbing
  • Vampire Money: THE INTRO FUCKS WITH MY EMOTIONS (also david bowie reference and Volvo product placement)
  • We Don't Need Another Song About California: I kinda hate this one oops

anonymous asked:

I noticed in your list of WIPs you didn't put anything from the WAR companion piece. Is that not happening anymore? (I hope this doesn't sound like I'm trying to pressure you into writing something you're not up for, that's not my intent at all. I really, really love your writing!)

oops! yeah, that’s another one that could conceivably happen. it would be fairly short, which actually makes it more likely to get finished than, say, the 1950′s e/R lesbians fic, which would need to be super long and involve a lot of research.

hilariously, something that holds me up, writing from this particular enjolras’s point of view, is having to admit to myself just how autobiographical aspects of that character are. (very.) this makes me feel kind of weird?

but yeah. the conceit of the very small enjolras ‘world ain’t ready’ companion piece is some sort of 5x fic about conversations at his family dinner table. 

including one where his parents are going “so, son…tell us about your NEW BOYFRIEND :D” and enjolras is like sliding down in his chair, mumbling “he’s, uh, really funny?” and thinking ‘yeah enjolras, and the reason you know that is because he’s always using his wit to MOCK YOU BECAUSE HE DOESN’T TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY AT ALL’ and he’s just desperately hoping that his discomfort will be read as standard teen embarrassment

🌈DIY Cover tutorial🌈

Hey! some of you requested a tutorial for my new notebook covers so here it is!! It’s absolutely customizable, you can change the diamond pattern for any other shape, you can switch the watercolors for magazine cut-outs or gouache paint. You can make it any color and size you want! It’s all up to you! Here’s how i did the ones above:

1) You’ll need:

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Procrastination is not the problem. It is the solution. It is the universe’s way of saying stop, slow down, you move too fast. Listen to the music. Whoa whoa, listen to the music. Because music makes the people come together, it makes the bourgeois and the rebel. So come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody try to love one another. Because what the world needs now is love, sweet love. And I know that love is a battlefield, but boogie on reggae woman because you’re gonna make it after all. So celebrate good times, come on. I’ve gotta stop I’ve gotta come to my senses, I’ve been out riding fences for so long… oops I did it again… um… What I’m trying to say is, if you leave tonight and you don’t remember anything else that I’ve said, leave here and remember this: Procrastinate now, don’t put it off.
—  Ellen DeGeneres
silent. - a playlist
my favorite somewhat-chillish songs.

kiss me (live) - ed sheeran / the sound of silence - passenger cover / i gave you all - mumford & sons /  love - daughter / dreams - bastille / skinny love - ed sheeran cover / after the storm - mumford & sons / medicine - daughter / the last unicorn - passenger }

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Procrastination is not the problem. It is the solution. It is the universe’s way of saying stop, slow down, you move too fast. Listen to the music. Whoa whoa, listen to the music. Because music makes the people come together, it makes the bourgeois and the rebel. So come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody try to love one another. Because what the world needs now is love, sweet love. And I know that love is a battlefield, but boogie on reggae woman because you’re gonna make it after all. So celebrate good times, come on. I’ve gotta stop I’ve gotta come to my senses, I’ve been out riding fences for so long… oops I did it again… um… What I’m trying to say is, if you leave tonight and you don’t remember anything else that I’ve said, leave here and remember this: Procrastinate now, don’t put it off.
—  Ellen DeGeneres
Swan Queen Week - Day 1

I was not planning on doing this. I may not do the rest. But here, have one anyway. 

Title: How to Battle Fate

Pairing: Swan Queen

Length: 3000 words

Rating: T

Summary: After the season three finale, a bit of miscommunication with Henry leads Emma into a conversation with the wrong person, but sometimes an awkward situation is just the right spark to set things in motion.

A/N: I have never written swan queen before. Maybe that’s why a prompt clearly designed for humor and amusement ended up turning into something angsty on my part. Oops. There might be a lighter (or higher rated) second part for another day.

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Self-control

Mikasa: "Levi, do you ever think we might have too many teacups?“

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Levi: "No.”

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Mikasa: “Are you sure?”

Levi: “Yes.”

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Levi: “I might need you to build another china cabinet.”

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“Levi, you can’t ask Mikasa to do that.”

WHO COULD IT BE?!

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*Note: One cup may have been injured in the making of this set. I will mourn you, old friend.

Remembering Sunday; Harry Styles One-Shot

this is a one-shot based off of remembering sunday by all time low (another atl based writing oops). i hope you like it and feel free to request a personal with your name, boy and plot!

song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccKV1X9uyP4

italics = flashback

bold = song lyrics

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, started making his way past two in the morning, he hasn’t been sober for days. Leaning now into the breeze, remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees, they had breakfast together but two eggs don’t last like the feeling of what he needs.

   The smile on her face was unbreakable. Harry admired her from afar, loving the way her lips would curl into the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was so breathtaking. Harry felt something when his eyes fell upon her perfectly sculpted frame. He immediately dismissed the flaws on her face and the small amount of blubber on her stomach and only enjoyed her smile.

   Yet, Harry couldn’t build up the nerve to say hello. His knees felt like jello. Who was this monster? He was Harry for crying out loud! Harry wasn’t scared of girls. He was a mastermind with them. He was wonderful with the ladies…. So why was this one so different?

   Harry did not realize how noticeable his staring was until the girl locked her eyes with his. Now it was her turn to melt. Y/N could not believe she hadn’t noticed this beautiful boy before…. And to think he was staring at her? It was nothing. It meant nothing. She was no boy magnet! No one cares about her. She was just boring, old Y/N.

   The two had their own staring contest for about two minutes until one of them looked away; Y/N. She didn’t know why she looked away, he was just too…. Captivating. She felt like sleeping beauty with the spindle. Although Y/N wasn’t one to believe in love, she felt something when her eyes landed upon this boy, and she hated it. Y/N thought about walking away, paying for her food just by leaving some cash on the table and just walking out those doors, but she wanted him to leave first…. Just to be sure, of course.

    Harry smirked as she looked down at her food. He had been waiting for a gentleman or lady to come and accompany her, but it had been thirty minutes and there was no sign of a love interest. Smiling, Harry stood with his to-go cup and walked toward the girl.

           "I think I won that staring contest we had going on there,“ he flashed his green eyes at her. Y/N smiled softly and set her fork down. She didn’t know was to do with her hands now. She wanted to run her fingers through his messy head of curls, but she knew that would be a bit inappropriate… "I’m Harry.” Harry held his hand out for her, and she gladly took it.

           "Y/N.“

   Harry woke up from his recurring dream to an empty bed. He slid his hands across the sheets hoping for some sort of familiar skin and beautiful eyes, but received nothing but cold sheets and an empty can of beer. He frowned and propped himself up on his elbows. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, but found a way to not care; once again.

  Harry stood from his bed and put on his slippers to protect his feet from broken bottles and let a small yawn come from his mouth. He expected to hear a small giggle come from the bed, maybe even a sigh. But he heard nothing but his own yawn and the broken glass crunching beneath his feet.

  Checking the time, Harry saw that it was two in the morning. Why was he up so early anyways? He remembered that he crashed around seven pm last night, drinking all day. Drinking. That’s what he’s come to. A girl left him, so now he’s a drunk. Oh, how cliche.

  Harry rubbed his eyes and dragged himself down the stairs with every ounce of energy he had stored in him, and whimpered at the smell of dirty laundry instead of wonderful buttermilk pancakes and crispy bacon. Harry collected clothes on the staircase then along the hallway and threw them all into the laundry room where the trail seemed to end.

  Harry found himself stopped at a picture crushed on the ground of himself and his love. His lip quivered at the sight and he gingerly picked up the broken frame and brushed his fingertips over it. This is what he’s come to.

Now this place seems familiar to him, she pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs,
Left him dying to get in.

   The first date was here, and Harry stood at her porch step with a single rose and dimples on his cheeks. Y/N opened the door, and she was immediately smiling. She wasn’t use to having boys standing at her porch with flower(s), but she knew she could get use to it.

           "Hello beautiful,” Harry greeted. He handed her the rose. “Are you ready?”

   Y/N smiled in response. Nodding, Y/N followed Harry out her door and making sure to lock it. Harry waited patiently for her to finish, and made sure to open up the car door for her. Thanking him quietly, Y/N gracefully got into the car and Harry turned the radio on low as they went over basic facts about one another such as; What’s your favorite color? Favorite song? Band? Middle name? Favorite animal?

  They arrived at a small Italian restaurant and of course, Harry refused to let Y/N get out of the car without him opening the door for her first. Y/N knew that Harry was trying to impress her and as much as she appreciated it, she just wanted him to be himself. Not Harry the flawless gentleman, but just Harry. The restaurant was beautiful, and packed. The walls were a beautiful shade of red and the table cloths were perfectly white. The smell made Y/N’s mouth water as Harry guided them through the kitchen, and up a staircase.

        "What are you doing?“ she laughed.

        "Wait for it.” He smiled.

  Y/N obeyed and let Harry continue the journey. Her legs were beginning to hurt from all of the climbing, but she would never tell Harry that. They finally reached the top where there was a large metal door. Harry pressed in a code and the door opened without a problem. He grabbed onto Y/N’s hand and lead them out onto a large rooftop with a perfect view of the city lights. There was table for two sat directly in the center with a single candle, two plates and sets of silverware. Y/N gasped.

        "Harry this is beautiful,“ she gushed. "You went through all of this trouble for me?”

  Harry smiled. “Trouble? That’s insane. It was easy.” It wasn’t easy, but he would never tell Y/N that.

  Y/N had never had any boy do this for her before. Scratch that. She’s never even been on a date unless going to the movies with Jimmy Anderson in the sixth grade counted. But that was only because their parents were friends, he actually just threw popcorn at her the entire time and “accidentally” spilt his fruit punch on her favorite white jeans.

        "This is truly incredible….“

        "Shhh, it’s not much. Plus, you deserve it.” Harry pulled out her chair. “My lady?”

  Y/N smiled and took a seat.

A little too much to drink and two cheese ravioli’s later, Harry and Y/N were smashed. Harry paid for their meal and guided their laughing selves down the staircase. They held onto each other for support as they both almost fell down about ten times, and ran from the restaurant. Harry knew he couldn’t drive in this state; so he called a for a cab and made a mental reminder to get his car tomorrow.

  The cab driver stopped outside of Y/N’s small townhouse.

        "You can stay,“ Y/N giggled. She let the cab driver leave as they got out of the car. "I want you to.” Her voice was slower now, her giggle not so loud as she bit onto her lip. Harry smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist as she unlocked her door.

  Closing the door behind them, Harry let Y/N guide him up the stairs with a devilish grin. He copied her actions as she led them to the bedroom.

   Harry set the frame down on the couch beside him. Even after that night, nothing changed between them. When they awoke, neither of them were mad. They actually laughed; embarrassed at their behavior and promised to see each other again later on. Harry wondered why it all had to go away. How could he go from being the luckiest man on earth, to the most lonely?

   Harry threw on a fresh pair of clothes and slipped on his boots. He tucked his messy and greasy hair into a dark beanie and made his way out of his apartment. He walked and walked and walked until he spotted the familiar beige townhouse. He sat on the bench outside of it and breathed in the air that was once consumed by her.

   A small women came out from the home beside him. Harry looked at the small elderly women. Her skin was nothing but white wrinkles. Her mouth was a frown and her hair was as white as those table cloths. Harry looked away.

          "Forgive me I’m trying to find, my calling, I’m calling at night. I don’t mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She’s been running through my dreams and it’s driving me crazy, it seems. I’m going to ask her to marry me.“

   The women took a seat next to him on the small bench. His words broke her heart into a million pieces.

           "You must be Harry,” she said. Her voice was broken. “I’m Cath. She spoke so much about you when she would come over. All she said was how much she ordered your wild curls and precious green eyes. She talked about how much she loved you, how much she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. Until one day when she was crying…”

The neighbors said she moved away, funny how it rained all day. I didn’t think much of it then, but it’s starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds, are following me in my desperate endeavor, to find my whoever, wherever she may be.

           "She said that you weren’t the same. That you weren’t her Harry anymore, just some stranger. She was hurting. She moved away. She said she wasn’t coming back, and if you came by that I needed to stay away. But your face… You’re so broken. Harry, I don’t know where she is, I’m so sorry.“

   Harry didn’t know how to respond. He was embarrassed, hurt, mad. The love of his life left him without a single goodbye, and no one knew where she was. As he walked back toward the road, he thought about calling her family. Maybe they would know. But he didn’t even touch his phone. Usually if someone is gone, that means that don’t want to be found.

   But how could he let the most important thing in his life just leave? People always tell you to fight for the ones you love, yet at the same time tell you to let them go; but in the end, letting them go was the only option you have because sometimes fighting for someone only drives them further away.

   Harry walked back into their shared apartment. The grey clouds did their jobs, and let rain pour from them and splatter against the ground. Harry watched out the window and looked up at the sky as a plane flew by, and he couldn’t help but wonder what if that was her coming back for him?

   But it wasn’t; and it never will be.

I’m not coming back (forgive me) I’ve done something so terrible, I’m terrified to speak (I’m not calling, I’m not calling)
But you’d expect that from me. I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt, now the rain is just (You’re driving me crazy, I’m) Washing you out of my hair, and out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world, so many thousands of feet off the ground, I’m over you now, I’m at home in the clouds, and towering over your head.

  She was on the plane, towering over the city that now seemed so small. Her eyes were weary as she wiped fresh tears from under her eyes. Her heart felt like it was swollen and could burst any moment. Y/N never imagined herself as someone who would just go. Someone who would just vanish. But Harry…

  She was alone now. No one was going to hold her, and she started regretting her decision to leave. It was a mistake, he promised her. But he said the same thing about the other drunken nights and the only girls.

  She wasn’t going back. There was going to be strong, and if he came searching, she would face him. He did this to himself. He is the reason she is thousands of feet off the ground and not lying next to him instead. It was his fault; not hers. He needed to learn that if you mistreat someone so badly, they won’t stay. They never do and they never will.

  Y/N didn’t answer anyone’s calls. The only person who knows of where she is, is her best friend who will slowly tell her family. As much as she regretted to admit it, Harry scared her. She couldn’t go back. He was manipulative. All he had to do was blink and she would be cooking him dinner. Harry wasn’t the same Harry she met in that café two and a half years ago; he was a stranger.

  And eventually, the two will become strangers with each other. Their names won’t bring back happy or sad memories, it was just another name of millions. Their song was now just a song, their photographs were turned to ash, and their memory of one another faded. They had distractions, other people, happiness. Not everyone gets their happy ending with their first true love. Harry and Y/N weren’t typical romantic novel characters. They were a silhouette of reality, and a distant memory. And that’s as far as it goes.