Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.
The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.
Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.
“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair.
“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.
Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.
“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.
Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.
This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.
“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-
“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.
Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.
You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.
“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him.
Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.
After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before.
You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.
You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just hereand you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?
Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.
Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.
Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.
Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.
Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.
Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.
You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.
His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.
Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.
Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.
You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.
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Prompt:💕+ Tae +“You have to be very very quiet, the others are around.”
Pairing:Kim Taehyung x Reader
Warnings:moaning denial, dirty talk, fingering, Dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught
Notes:For my 3k present <3 2k Words
There was complete silence in the dorm room of the two 95 liners, nothing to be seen since darkness enveloped the area as soon as the clock struck eleven. It had taken only a little time to get adjusted to the black, silhouettes easily spotted due to the light coming from the green digital clock on the bedside table which separated two queen-sized beds.
Summary: You tried to stay out of trouble, really you did. But while running from Henry Bowers, you bump into the only group people who seemed to have noticed you since your arrival at Derry. One particularly stupid boy in thick glasses catches your attention as you ‘accidentally’ stab Henry.
Warnings:Cursing, stabbing someone (I mean… duh), blood, mention of assault, mention of cult activities (it sounds worse that it is, but holy fuck I sound satanic).
Word Count: 1,312
Being a resident of Derry officially sucked ass. Seriously. You glanced behind you as you ran and saw that Henry Bowers was still close behind, shoving little kids and adults alike. Your head snapped back to face front and you prayed that your legs could carry you just a little bit more. Ever since moving here a two months ago, there were a specific group of people you knew to avoid, even if it meant always being quiet and keeping your head down. Not that you were quiet in real life, but it was best not to trigger the anger that you kept locked away. Henry shouted something about you being a slut, his voice louder and closer. Your throat was growing tight and dry but the adrenaline kept you moving, sprinting through the town, ducking under people’s arms, sidestepping old folks, trying not to trample toddlers… All because the Patrick kid from Henry’s gang thought your shorts were too small. Well he can go fuck himself. You think, pumping your arms and legs faster. Fuckin’ pervert.
Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.
Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Some swearing and some smut
A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))
“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”
“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It
meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter.
Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to
avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are
dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way
in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they
‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had
undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were
together. It was apparent to everyone but them.
They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz
had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had
begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was
throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom
loved their friends.
Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing
on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on
her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference,
he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she
wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that
Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he
immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.
“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at
“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding
them up defensively.
“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with
He rolled his eyes at her.
Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another
piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement.
As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell
forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.
They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face
pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running
“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw
them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He
contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.
“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.
“No, I didn’t!” she protested.
“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”
“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking
Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.
“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.
Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering,
“You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.
Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.
“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and
looked between the two, puzzled.
By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and
suppressed a smile.
She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to
make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.
“What the fuck?”
They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat,
there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale
skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only
succeeded in smudging it.
“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.
“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.
“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.
“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.
“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish
up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”
She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still
rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck
Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup
wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly
and cleaned the lipstick off.
She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.
“For what?” she asked in confusion.
“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he
“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on,
we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”
Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.
“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her
cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the
apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of
the room, dancing with him.
Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip
of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black
dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in
her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her
arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the
confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her,
his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around
in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer
towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.
He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him
from this unwanted feeling.
She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like
hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made
it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to
another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a
bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.
“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more
bitterly than he intended.
Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to
“It clearly means something.”
A thought dawned on her.
“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.
“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of
“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall to the left.”
She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the
direction he had advised.
In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She
tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her
purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a
fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she
popped the lid back on, the door opened.
“Occupied,” she called out.
“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”
Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the
mirror. She saw Tom in the corner of her
eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles
in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.
“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact,
hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.
“You seem nervous,”
he took a step towards her.
She took a step back.
“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the
one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I
make you nervous?” she countered, trying
to gain the upper hand.
“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move
“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.
He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses,
sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare,
refusing to look away first.
“It was frustration.”
“At what?” she almost whispered.
“At wanting to do this.”
He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she
recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity
of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped
her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her
back where they slipped further lower to her ass.
He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had
been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood
between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the
heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip
while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and
she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally
knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs
hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.
Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down
her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a
moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the
nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in
bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.
“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling
from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her
shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
It was Haz.
“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and
went to the door, not looking at her.
She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress
back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and
turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth
and her cheeks were flushed.
He opened the door.
“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.
Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he
noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.
“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words
from earlier in the day.
“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still
He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He
dropped his head, shaking it.
“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in
the direction of the living room.
She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He
turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.
Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”
On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.
Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.
The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.
The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.
On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.
The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.
The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.
(Isaac’s is my favorite, the rest are moderately average lol sorry for this)
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I was walking home from Deaton’s animal clinic after my shift when I felt a presence behind me.
“Hello?” I called looking around.
I didn’t hear anything so I continued on my way. Normally I was okay walking home by myself but tonight felt different. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped the strap of my bag and picked up my pace. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get over this fear that I was being followed.
“whoever you are leave me alone!” I screamed before sprinting down the alley that would eventually lead to my house.
I was looking back when I tripped over my feet falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard causing the contents of my backpack to spill all over the pavement. I could still feel the presence as I struggled to gather my books. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm causing me to scream.
“y/n hey it’s okay it’s just me!”
I looked up and there was my co-worker and friend Scott McCall. I was relieved to see him.
“Scott?” I questioned looking at him.
“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me up.
“I thought someone was following me.” I admitted looking at the ground.
“here let me help you.” Scott said bending down and helping me pick up my books.
We reached for the same book causing our hands to touch. I quickly pulled mine back and tried to fight the smile that appeared on my face.
“thanks.” I said grabbing the book from him.
“do you uh want me to walk you home?” Scott asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face.
“sure Scott that sounds great.” I said shyly.
The rest of the walk to my house was silent but I definitely felt safer with Scott by my side. We walked up to my porch still not saying anything.
“thanks Scott you really didn’t have to do this.” I said turning to face him with a small smile on my face.
“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” He said returning the smile.
I reached over and gave Scott a hug. He returned it wrapping his arms around me. He pulled away quickly.
“y/n you’re bleeding.” He said looking at my knee.
I looked down to see my pants were torn and I had a large cut on my knee.
“wow I didn’t even feel this.” I said giggling a little.
“let’s get you cleaned up.” Scott said grabbing my hand and walking in my house.
He brought me to my kitchen and picked me up before sitting me down on top of the counter. He walked over grabbing some paper towels and running them under the water from the sink. He came rolling up my pant leg and pressing the towel to my bleeding knee. I flinched quickly grabbing his hand.
“sorry.” I said letting go.
“It’ll only hurt for a little.” He said walking over and getting a bandage,.
He came back over putting it on the cut. I couldn’t help but admire how sweet he was.
“all better." He said smiling and standing up.
"thanks.” I said for the third time tonight.
Scott and I just stood there looking at each other until his gaze dropped down to my lips. I felt my heart rate speed up as he slowly leaned in. I met him the rest of the way connecting my lips to his. I could feel him smiling throughout the kiss. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine.
“I’m all better now.” I said not being able to stop the smile on my face.
Stiles and I were both really awkward and clumsy people so when it came to our relationship things usually got really bad really fast. Today was no different. Stiles was supposed to come over to study for the chemistry test but I had a different idea. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew that Stiles was too shy to bring up the sex talk so I knew I had to be the one to do it. Earlier this week I went to the store and purchased some lingerie, I was currently sitting in my room in the outfit I bought.
“so babe I have a question about page 45 in the textbook.” Stiles said walking in looking down at his chem textbook.
“yes baby?” I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.
Stiles looked up immediately dropping his textbook. I could see his cheeks starting to turn pink.
“uh w-w-what are you doing?” Stiles stuttered looking at my body up and down.
“what do you mean baby?” I purred standing up and walking over to where he was standing.
“uh why are you uh wearing that?” Stiles said gesturing to my outfit.
“you don’t like it?” I asked suddenly feeling insecure.
“no no my gosh I love it, I am just confused.” Stiles said not taking his eyes off my body.
“I was hoping that we could you know take our relationship to the next level.” I said hoping Stiles would catch on.
“what do you mean?” He said swallowing hard.
seriously how dumb could this boy be?
“SEX STILES I’M TALKING ABOUT SEX!” I yelled throwing my arms in the air.
“oh.” Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“just forget about it.” I said gathering my robe and walking to the bathroom.
“no wait.” Stiles called.
He went to run after me but slipped on his textbook. He fell crashing right into me.
“oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” Stiles said getting off me.
“my arm, I think you broke my arm.” I cried clutching my arm that was slowly turning a deep shade of purple.
“oh gosh.” Stiles panicked.
He ran over picking me up and taking me to his jeep. I put on clothes while he drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I was seen by Dr. Dunbar my arm was indeed broken. Stiles stood in the waiting room while I was fitted for a cast. He came in later looking distraught. He sat down beside me taking my hand in his.
“wow I’m boyfriend of the year, my girlfriend wants to have sex and I break her arm.” Stiles said looking at me.
I didn’t mean to but I started busting up laughing at the situation causing Stiles to laugh too.
“We are some couple huh.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Stiles said kissing my forehead
“me either. I love you Stiles.” I said kissing him.
“I love you too baby.” Stiles said when he pulled away.
If just kissing him gave me this feeling I couldn’t wait to know what having sex with him would do to me.
I was just getting to my last patient of the night. I was completely exhausted from the day but I sucked it up going in to my last patients room. Cora Hale. I felt bad for her, she was just a young girl and she was dying. Doctors couldn’t figure it out either. I was the newest RN here and Cora was my first ever patient so I felt extra sympathy for her. Even worse, her brother Derek was taking it really hard.
“hey Derek.” I said offering him a small smile.
“oh hey.” He said looking up.
Derek was always here, he never left. I had to talk the security guards out of throwing him out on multiple occasions. I felt for him. I lost my little sister in a car accident a while ago so I knew what losing a sibling felt like.
“any changes?” I asked looking at her monitor.
“no, nothing.” He said grabbing her hand.
I took this time to get a good look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Derek, how about you let me take you down to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee?” I offered slightly nervous.
He was an attractive man, someone that a girl like me would probably never have a chance with. He looked between me and Cora like he was debating it.
“She’ll be fine Derek, besides you look like you need some if your going to stay awake.” I said smiling slightly.
He nodded his head while standing up. I checked Cora’s monitor once more before following Derek. As soon as we were out of the room Derek stopped before turning around to look at me.
“thank you.” He said grabbing my small hand in his large one.
I gave him another smile, squeezing his hand.
“no need to thank me Derek, it’s my job. Now let’s go get that coffee!” I said walking.
Derek followed beside me not letting go of my hand. I could feel my heart beat race with each step we took with our hands intertwined. We rounded a corner to be met with a women. She had red eyes, claws and fangs. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I noticed Derek tense from beside me.
“Derek, Derek, Derek I’m sorry about your sister.” the woman said growling at Derek.
Derek dropped my hand, his chest was heaving.
“y/n get out of here.” Derek said in a low voice.
“Derek I can’t leave you.” I said afraid of what this woman was capable of.
“better listen to him sweetheart.” The women snarled again.
“go.” Derek said.
His tone was completely different now, scary almost. I started to back up slowly until I bumped into someone else. I turned around to be met with another creature. This time it was a man with red eyes, claws, and fangs. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I fainted.
“y/n wake up.” A voice whispered in my ear.
I felt something cold pressed on my forehead causing me to slowly flutter my eyes open. Derek was standing over me pressing a cold rag to my forehead.
“Are you okay?” Derek asked looking concerned.
“please tell me none of that was real.” I said looking at him.
“none of what? We were going to get coffee and you just passed out.” Derek said feeling my forehead.
“oh yeah I knew that.” I said blushing.
I know what I saw. But I dropped it not knowing what else to do. You can’t just tell someone you saw people that looked like animals.
“so still want that coffee?” He asked shyly looking at his hands.
“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling.
I let out another moan as Isaac kissed down my neck. A few more thrusts and we had both finished. Isaac rolled off of me getting up and putting on his underwear. Isaac tossed me my underwear and his t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and curled back up in my sheets. I took this time to admire my handsome boyfriend.
“what are you staring at?” Isaac asked a little smirk on his face.
“just my perfect werewolf boyfriend.” I answered smirking as well.
Isaac looked down. It was hard for him to accept compliments since his dad pretty much told him he was worthless his whole entire life.
“you don’t mean that.” Isaac said quietly.
“Isaac listen to my heartbeat. you. are. perfect. to. me.” I said slowly.
His smile grew with every word that I spoke.
“come here stay the night.” I said patting the bed beside me.
Isaac smiled crawling in bed beside me. I leaned in to him letting him wrap his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head.
“I love you Isaac.” I said cuddling closer to him.
“I love you too baby.” Isaac said.
I soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic patterns of his heart beat. I was awoken to Isaac violently shaking in bed beside me.
“Isaac wake up.” I said shaking him.
“No I don’t want to go in the freezer!” Isaac screamed thrashing some more.
“Isaac please wake up.” I said shaking him some more.
I knew he was abused by his father but I didn’t know how bad it was until now. Isaac shot up, his eyes were golden yellow and he had his claws and fangs extended.
“Isaac.” I said not daring to move.
Isaac looks at me raising his claws.
“Isaac wait no don’t!” I yelled.
I quickly move my arm to cover my body. He claws my arm leaving five long bleeding gashes. I gasped from the impact falling out of the bed. Isaac gets up still in his wolf form. I think he’s still in his dream.
“Isaac baby please wake up, you don’t want to hurt me I know you don’t.” I cried holding my bleeding arm.
Isaac still walked forward growling at me. I backed up until I hit my bedroom door. He closed the distance wrapping his hands around my throat.
“Isaac.” I gasped trying to pry his hands off my throat.
He still wouldn’t wake up. I started to get light headed quickly I did the last thing I could think of to wake him up. I took my hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.
“I love you. I love you so much.” I whispered.
Isaacs eyes started to shift back to their beautiful blue color and his grip loosened. Suddenly he dropped me to the ground fully transforming back to himself. I gasped for air relieved I could breath again. I grabbed the sweatshirt on the floor covering my bleeding arm.
“y/n?” Isaac said with tears in his eyes.
He looked at me, my neck no doubt covered in bruises from his fingers, my arm bleeding pretty badly.
“oh god what did I do.” Isaac said looking horrified.
I was scared too. For the first time I was scared of him. He approached me causing me to flinch. He stopped dead in his tracks a heart broken look washing over his face. He let a few more tears fall down his face before running out of my house. I wanted to run after him and tell him everything was okay but I couldn’t make myself move, I was frozen in fear.
I felt the stare of all the students as I walked down the halls. They knew something was up. Being the girlfriend of Liam Dunbar was dangerous. Lately he was angry and out of control and students were starting to figure out that they didn’t exactly live in the world they once thought they did. Liam was a werewolf the only one left in school. I walked to my locker which was right beside the boys locker room.
“have you seen Liam lately?” Mason asked coming to stand beside me.
Liam hasn’t talked to me since Brett Talbot died. Liam lost control in front of a bunch of people and was hiding now. Scott promised me that he’d find him and everything would be okay but nothing was okay. Nolan walked past me and Mason glaring.
“just ignore them, I got to head to class but text me if you hear from Liam okay?” Mason said giving me a hug.
I nodded my head turning back to my locker. I felt another presence behind me.
“Mason I haven’t heard from him.” I said turning around, but it wasn’t Mason.
There were a few boys from the lacrosse team. I only recognized two, Nolan and Gabe.
“if you’re looking for Liam I haven’t seen him.” I said quietly.
The boys looked at each other smirking.
“oh we found Liam we were actually looking for you.” Nolan smirked.
Suddenly the boys grabbed me by my arms and legs. I started fighting back kicking and screaming but they quickly pushed me in the boys locker room. All of the other lacrosse team members were holding Liam. He had a bloody nose and busted lip. His eyes got wide when he saw me. The boys dropped me on the floor in front of Liam.
“Liam.” I gasped at the sight of him.
“Let her go.” Liam growled.
“we had it all wrong, we should’ve known you could take us beating you but what about putting a couple bruises on this girlfriend of yours?” Gabe said sadistically.
“don’t please.” Liam begged.
One boy grabbed me by my hair yanking me off the floor. Liam started to breath heavily trying to fight his inner wolf from escaping.
“Liam don’t.” I said not wanting anything to happen to him.
“what are you protecting him from?" Gabe asked getting in my face.
"go to hell.” I spat.
Gabe punched me straight in the face.
“STOP.” Liam growled his breathing becoming even heavier.
“Liam I can take it.” I said not really believing my own words.
Gabe punched me again. I could feel blood trickle down from my nose.
“I SAID STOP.” Liam growled louder now.
I could tell he was seconds away from shifting.
“do something about it." Nolan taunted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice. Coach Finstock came in grabbing Gabe and Nolan by their necks.
“YOU TWO, PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” Coach yelled.
Liam ran over to me. He took his shirt off and held it on my bleeding nose.
“GET OUT ALL OF YOU. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOU!” Coach yelled ushering the other students out of the room.
Coach came over looking at me and Liam. He patted us on the back before helping us up.
“you shouldn’t have done that. You took a punch for me.” Liam said stroking my cheek with his thumb.
“Liam, I’d do anything for you.” I said honestly.
“I love you.” Liam said leaning in.
“I love you too.” I said before connecting our lips.
I was out on the bleachers of Devenford Prep working on homework. I usually spent my free period this way. I wasn’t exactly what you call popular. In fact I was invisible to almost everyone. Seriously google earth couldn’t even find me even if I was dressed up as a ten story building. When people do notice me I usually get bullied. I was about to do another calculus problem when I heard boys yelling. The lacrosse boys came running out on the field.
“oh hey nerd girl, we’re having an extra practice here so you might want to leave.” A popular boy named Jake yelled causing the other boys to laugh.
I looked down feeling my face become red.
“you need all the practice you can get Jake, she could probably own you on this field.” Another boy yelled causing all the players to laugh even louder.
I looked up at the boy who spoke up for me. It was Brett Talbot the most popular boy at Devenford Prep. He was captain of the lacrosse team and every girl at the school wanted him. He looked up at me offering me a small smile. I shyly looked down at my math book.
“She could not!” Jake said getting defensive.
“then you better leave her alone and get to practicing.” Brett said high fiving his team mates.
I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. Brett Talbot stuck up for me. I was a nobody and he stuck up for me. The boys started practicing making it hard to focus on homework. I was on the next problem when a voice yelled.
“y/n watch out!”
I made a mistake looking up. One of the boys lacrosse balls hit me right in the face. I could feel the sting making tears come to my eyes. Some of the boys rushed over crowding me. I started to panic, I wasn’t used to this and I was very uncomfortable.
“guys back up, give her some space.”
The boys dispersed leaving only Brett Talbot standing in front of me.
“are you okay?” Brett asked kneeling in front of me.
I was speechless, literally.
“come on let me take you to the nurse.” Brett said grabbing my arm.
He walked me to the nurses office asking me repeatedly if I was alright. It was really sweet. The nurse gave me an ice pack saying I’d only have a minor bruise on my cheek. I was sitting on the table swinging my feet when someone walked in the room. Surprisingly Brett was still here.
“I told you they still needed practice.” Brett said rubbing the back of his neck.
“yeah the aim was a little off.” I said showing him the bruise on my face.
“does it hurt?” He asked sitting beside me.
It actually hurt a lot but I didn’t want to tell him that.
“uh not to bad.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
Brett sat down beside me grabbing my hand in his. Suddenly my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. It was weird it’s as if he took away my pain I knew that wasn’t possible though.
“I’m really sorry about that.” Brett said looking at me.
“don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault. Besides you stuck up for me.” I said smiling at me.
“yeah well Jake’s an idiot you aren’t a nerd I wish I was as smart as you, then maybe I wouldn’t be failing calculus.” Brett said looking down at his feet.
“you can’t be failing calculus you’re the best player we have on the team!” I said looking at him.
“I won’t be if I’m ineligible.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“I’ll tutor you.” I offered.
Brett looked up at me smiling.
“that’s sweet of you but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”
“you aren’t using me, I offered.” I said giving him a smile.
“I’ll make you a deal, you tutor me and I’ll make sure that the lacrosse players leave you alone.” Brett said extending his hand.
“why would you help me?” I questioned honestly wondering why he was trying to help me.
“why wouldn’t I. You’re nice, smart, beautiful.” He said slowly not looking at me.
Wait was thee Brett Talbot nervous?
“you really think that?” I asked perking up.
“I don’t think, I know.” Brett said meeting my eyes.
“then you got a deal.” I said sticking my hand out.
Brett smiled shaking my hand. I could tell this was the start of something beautiful.
I didn’t expect to fall for the enemy, but I did. I fell hard. Even after he tried to kill me, I still felt the longing to be with him. I was under his spell and I just couldn’t break it.
“maybe we should call Theo.” I offered receiving glares from all of the other pack members.
“Theo? You mean that little lying, murdering psychopath.” Liam said crossing his arms.
“Liam he saved your ass on more than one occasion and he helped us defeat the wild hunt, I mean if we’re being hunted by actual professional killers, another set of claws wouldn’t hurt us.” I defended glaring at the other beta.
I looked to our alpha Scott for guidance. I could tell this was weighing heavily on him. We were losing people and it was killing him. He wanted to save everyone but we were already losing. Satomi’s pack was dead, our pack was next. I was only 18, I didn’t want to die yet. I was born a werewolf, I didn’t get to chose the life I wanted.
“they think you’re killing innocent people. Theo actually did kill innocent people.” Mason said defending Liam.
“but we’re not do my eyes look blue to you.” I said flashing my golden eyes.
“and it doesn’t matter if he did, they’re going to hunt all of us either way.” I added crossing my arms across my chest.
“Scott what do you think?” Liam asked.
Scott looked between me and Liam.
“I think if you can find him y/n, another set of claws would do us good.” Scott said exiting his house followed by a complaining Liam and Mason.
I smiled to myself. Now I just needed to find him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He didn’t answer, he never did. After the wild hunt, Scott told him that he wasn’t needed anymore. I felt bad for him. I walked out of his house going to the sheriffs station. Hopefully I’d be able to find some information there. As I was approaching the Sheriffs station, I heard the click of a gun from behind me. I turned around slowly showing my eyes, fangs, and claws.
“easy there.” The guy holding the gun said.
I looked around me to see I was surrounded by a group of men holding loaded guns all pointed at me.
“go ahead pull that trigger.” I growled taunting the men .
The guy smirked before pulling the trigger. I was easily able to dodge his bullet. I ran at the man tackling him to the ground. Another shot at me making my attention turn to him. I ran at him grabbing the barrel of the gun and snapping it. I growled throwing him into a wall. There were so many of them I didn’t see the man approaching behind. He shot the gun hitting me directly making the bullet go in my back and out through my stomach. I clutched the wound dropping to my knees.
“wolfsbane.” I coughed becoming paralyzed.
A man came over bending down to face me.
“we have a special place for monsters like you.” He said before punching me and knocking me out.
“y/n get up.” I heard a faint voice say
“Y/n get up.” the voice said louder now.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but I couldn’t move. I was in a dim room chained to a chain link fence. I started to freak out.
“y/n look at me.”
I knew that voice. I looked over to see Theo chained beside me. On my other side was two other werewolves.
“where are we Theo?” I questioned looking around the room.
“you’re in my house now.” A voice said coming in the room.
“Schrader?” I asked looking at the figure.
“the one and only.” He smirked.
“let us go or I’ll.” I started but was quickly cut off.
“or you’ll what, I control you now.” Schrader said walking over to his desk.
That’s when I heard the electricity buzzing and realized what he was doing. He grabbed the dial turning up the voltage. We writhed in pain as he shocked us. The other werewolves beside me started talking earning us more shocking.
“will you guys shut up and let me do the talking!” Theo growled at us.
Theo turned to Schrader giving him a smirk that made me weak at the knees.
“what they let you shock us a little but not do any real damage.” Theo taunted.
I looked at him wide eyed. He might be tough right now, but I just got shot with wolfsbane causing my healing abilities to be a little slow.
“oh you want more.” Schrader asked walking up to Theo.
“No we’re fine, tell him who you killed.” I said to the other werewolves.
“oh yeah I want more.” Theo said growling.
Was he trying to get us killed? Schrader made sure we could see him turning the dial to the max setting. He flicked the switch causing us excruciating pain. I growled feeling the volts sink in to my skin. Theo growled pulling his arms. I realized what he was doing. He broke free tackling Schrader to the ground. He fought with Schrader only shortly before getting the upper hand. He turned the switch off cutting off the flow of electricity. My head drooped signifying how weak I was feeling. Theo came over to me cutting me loose. I fell in his arms.
“Theo if you ever do something that stupid again. I’ll kill you.” I said in between heavy breaths.
“nice to see you too.” He said smiling at me.
“seriously though I will kill you.” I threatened but he could see through my fake attitude.
“you couldn’t kill me, you like me too much.” He smirked cupping my cheek with his hand.
I could feel the blush spread to my cheeks. He leaned down slowly but stopped when someone cleared their throat.
“are you going to get us down?” The girl said.
“I’m still thinking about it.” Theo growled looking at her.
“we’ll finish this later.” He said turning to me and winking.
I never meant to fall for the enemy but I was glad that I did.
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↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
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“Your turn,” Dean hands you the shovel, “I dug the last one.”
“Oh come on Dean,” Sam protests, “she’s had more than a month off, she-”
“She’s standing right here,” you look pointedly at Sam, taking the shovel from Dean, “I got this, you boys just stand there and look pretty.”
Sam rolls his eyes, Dean chuckles, “Do you remember how to do this sweetheart, it’s been awhile.”
“Shut up, even rusty I can dig a grave twice as fast as you,” you can’t help but smile, pushing the point into the ground, taking out the first shovel full of dirt.
“Do you want me to time you?”
You flip him off, continuing to dig as they talk for a bit, discussing the corpse that in a matter of time you will be salting and burning. After about ten inches, another shovel hits the hard ground a few feet from yours and you look up to see Dean there, “You were moving too slow.”
~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~
Warning: smut, just that.
You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.
You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was.
“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.
“Yeh should’ve come.”
“I hate most people there.”
His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.
“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.
“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.
“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.
“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck.
You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.
“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy.
“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.
“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”
“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.
“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”
You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.
“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.
“Let’s get you back to your room.”
Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.
“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.
“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober.
“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.
“You need to sleep.”
“But you’re drunk.”
“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.
You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.
“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative.
“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.
You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.
“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard.
“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“
"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face.
“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”
You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.
“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.
“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”
Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?”
“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”
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Warnings: Language and implications of sex. Otherwise it’s just pure, fun fluff.
Word Count: 1,364
Summary: Tom asks you a few Marvel questions, which leads to an interesting revelation about his coworkers.
A/N: Soft!Tom destroys me in this piece. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;) Also please don’t come @ me for the thoughts on Hulk/Banner. It’s all in good fun. As usual, gif isn’t mine!
Though it had been a few hours, the
smell of sex still lingered in the warm air of your bedroom. Tom lay shirtless
on his back, book in hand, while you sat next to him - one leg bent underneath
you, the other sprawled across his stomach, hunched over your phone. Tom’s free
hand rested on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your soft skin in circles.
You were lounging in panties and one of Tom’s old shirts, just the way he liked
you to be. Spotify’s Relax playlist played softly on your
Amazon Echo, filling the comfortable silence.
“Babe?” You ask, as your
thumb swipes up your Instagram feed lazily.
“Hmm?” He replied, eyes never
leaving his book as he turned the page.
“If you couldn’t play Loki,
who would you want to be?” You double tapped a picture of Seb in
Emma and Julian have been walking for some hours when Emma realized they were being followed. It had actually been a pretty pleasant walk, along a tramped path in the woods. Julian was easy enough to talk to when she tried not to think about how he felt about her or how he felt. They avoided the topics of Livvy and the parabatai curse and talked instead about the Clave and what it’s next plan might be and how Zara might figure into them. Julian walked ahead holding a map. consulting it when enough light rayed down from the trees to make it readable.
“We could reach the Unseelie Court by tomorrow,” he said, pausing in the middle of the clearing. “Depending how much we’re willing to travel at night.”
Emma stopped in her tracks.”We’re being followed.” she said.
Julian stopped as well and turned to her, holding the map. “You’re sure?”
His voice was quiet. Emma strained an ear, a tiny breakage of branches behind them, the thump of a footfall. She nodded, “I’m sure.”
There was no doubt in Julian’s eyes, Emma felt a faint gratification that even in his current state Julian trusted her skills implicitly.
“We can’t run.” he said. He was right, the trail was too rocky.
“Come on,” Emma grabbed Julian’s hand and a moment later they were skinning up the tallest of the oak trees in the clearing. Emma found the fork of a branch and sold into it, Julian swung up across from her. They clung to the tree trunk and looked down.
Footfalls were getting closer. Hoofbeats, Emma realized and then a kelpie, dark green with a mane of shimmering seaweed rose into the clearing, a rider on it’s back.
Emma sucked in her breath, the rider was a man wearing shadowhunter gear. She leaned down to see more. Not a man, a boy. Thin and narrow faced with shots of black hair.
“Dane Larkspear on a kelpie,” Julian muttered. “What is this? If I see Zara come riding on the Loch Ness Monster we’re going home.”
The kelpie had stopped dead in the middle of the clearing, it was rolling it’s eyes, deep black with no whites. Closer up it looked less like a horse even thought it had a mane and tail and four legs more like a frightening creature thing. Something that never meant to be out of water.
“Hurry up,” Dane jerked on the kelpie’s bridle and and a memory flickered in the back of Emma’s mind, something about bridling a kelpie forced it to obey you. “We need to find Emma and Julian before nightfall.”
The kelpie spoke, Emma jolted. “I do not know those creatures, master. I do not know what they look like.”
“It doesn’t matter, pick up their trail.” Dean smacked the kelpie across the shoulder. “Okay I’ll describe them for you, Julian’s the kind of guy who would have a girl as a parabatai, get it?”
“No.” Said the kelpie.
“He spends all his time chasing little kids around, he had like a million children. It’s really creepy.”
“In my culture it is men who bear children.” Said the kelpie.
“That’s disgusting,” said Dane. “Now pay attention. Emma, she’s the kind of girl that’d be hot if she ever shut up.”
“I will kill him,” Emma said. “I will kill him while talking the whole time.”
“I don’t really understand human attitudes towards beauty,” said the kelpie. “I like seaweed on a woman.”
“Shut up,” Dane jerked the bridle and the kelpie exposed it’s needle-like teeth in a hiss. “We need to find them before the sun goes down.” His smile was ugly. “Once I get back with the black book Zara will give me anything I want. Maybe one of Julian Blackthorn’s sisters.”
Emma was out of the tree so fast, the world was a blur of green leaves and red rage. She landed on Dane Larkspear and knocked him out of his saddle forcing an ‘oof’ of pain out of him when they hit the ground together. She punched him in the stomach and he doubled up while she sprang to her feet, she grabbed her sword. She would have been worried if Julian wouldn’t have followed her but he was already on the ground, yanking off the kelpie’s bridle.
“My lord,” the kelpie bowed it’s forelegs to Julian. Dane was coughing and gagging, rolling on the ground in pain. “Thank you for freeing me.”
“Don’t mention it,” Julian said.
The kelpie straightened. “May you find fortune and good luck in many children.
“Thanks.” Julian tossed the bridle aside and the kelpie dashed into the forest.
Emma stood over Dane with her sword pointed at his throat, laying flat on the ground he glared at her. “What are you doing Larkspear, we were sent to get the black book, not you.”
“Sure, you were sent to get it,” he turned his dead and spat blood. “And then I was supposed to get it from you. That’s what I was sent to do.”
“And we weren’t supposed to notice you following us? You sounded like an elephant, a sexist elephant. You’re a terrible Shadowhunter.“ Said Emma.
"No one asked you.”
“Be quiet. And did the Inquisitor seriously tell you that if you got the book from us you could have Dru? She’s thirteen!”
Dane just stared at her. “What?” Emma’s voice dripped sarcasm, “Am I talking too much?”
Emma suddenly realized Dane wasn’t staring at her but behind her, Julian had come up quietly and was standing with his longsword in his hand looking at Dane with a frightening coldness.
“You know,” he said. “That if you ever touch Dru, I’ll kill you.”
Dane pushed himself up on his elbows. “You’ll be dead by then.”
Summary: After seeing you dancing with another man, Steve gets jealous and makes a move about it. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Other Characters: Unnamed Male Character, Sam Wilson. Word Counting: 2.1k Warnings: Very dirty smut and dirty talk, lots of Spanish. This was vaguely inspired by Despacito. Translation to the words is before the tags. A/N: A huge thanks to @widowsfics and @som3thingcr3ative for helping me with the Spanish parts.
Steve tilted his head to the side while your body moved to the sound of the music. He’d never seen you like this, so free and open. It was as if you felt like home in that crowd.
Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote Tengo que bailar contigo hoy
When that hit – the one he would hear all the time on the radio and Tony played just to bother him – started he braced himself to hear Justin Bieber’s annoying voice in the air, but that wasn’t what heard. A male voice speaking Spanish and completely natural filled his ear and the whole place, and you shoot the man in front of you a smile.
You had taken him to the party Tony was throwing and never left his side. You two were glued to each other, attached by the hip, and when the DJ started throwing dancing songs, you were dancing with him.
When your lips moved, he tried to understand what you said. Steve’s hearing was sensitive, but even he couldn’t hear you talking to the guy with all those the loud sounds.
The first steps you two gave coordinated had everyone moving away to watch, and some agents quickly pulled their phones to film the scene.
Your body moved fluid like water and your toned leg peaked from the slip of the red dress, and it didn’t even look like you were wearing the highest heels he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Damn, dude,” Sam exclaimed. “She’s a pro.”
And you really were.
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome Muéstrame el camino que yo voy
Your hips moved as you didn’t even have bones, and he quickly understood how you were so flexible during missions.
Steve’s mouth was hanging open and the crotch of his pants was very uncomfortable.
Damn him if he wasn’t hard for you right now. You were always so sexy – not even trying –, but now… You were driving him insane.
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He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.
Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.
Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.
You laid back on your shared bed with your boyfriend, Ethan, scanning aimlessly through your phone. When you had texted Ethan on your way home from the airport he had told you he was out filming something with Grayson. Neither of you had seen each other in two weeks since you’d come back from your family vacation. You had originally planned to come home a day later but you wanted to surprise Ethan by choosing to come home a little earlier instead. You waited impatiently, tapping your fingers against your thigh until your heart began to pound in your chest at the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Heavy footsteps shuffled in followed by two familiar voices.
“Dude I think she’s gonna hate it.” You heard Ethan’s laugh and it automatically made your heart sing even though you were questioning what the hell he’d gotten himself into now. You couldn’t leave Ethan or Grayson alone for more than five minutes before one of them was hurting themselves or doing something they’d likely regret later on.
“Maybe she’ll think it’s kind of kinky.” Grayson replied. You heard a smack followed by a loud “Ow!” You narrowed your eyes. What the hell were they talking about? You shook your head and contemplated coming out of the bedroom until you heard Ethan’s footsteps trudging down the hall.
“I’m taking a nap bro. I’m beat.”
The door swung open and Ethan stopped dead, stumbling backwards, clutching his chest with widened eyes.
It wasn’t until 5 years later when you made your return to Seoul. After packing you left to go back to your hometown to stay with family for the meantime. Being a single mother of a now, 5 year old boy, wasn’t the hardest task in the book, but it also wasn’t the easiest, even with the aide of you parents at hand. You wanted to move back to Seoul for, one, new job opportunities and two, so you could re-connect with old friends. Hoseok is the first person you called to inform of your return and he spared no time showing up to your newly bought apartment to help you unpack.
Jihae was more than excited to meet Hobi. He was technically the uncle he never had so when there was a knock at the door he was quick to beat you to it, with his little hands trying so hard to turn the knob, which, failed miserably. You helped him and opened the door, being greeted with a Hobi’s signature smile.
Your three year old was quick to wrap his small form around Hoseok’s leg making you laugh. You moved over and picked up Jihae, stepping to the side for Hoseok to enter the apartment.
You walked over to the living room area then took the moment to greet Hoseok, setting the 5 year old down..”It’s been five years since we last saw each other in person hasn’t it?”
He chuckled and nodded looking around the apartment. “It has, and it’s been a hell of a lot different after you left.”
“We can catch up about that later, All I know is I am glad to be back.” You smiled then pulled your hair back in a tight pony-tail and picking up a box. “Anyways, Who’s ready to get to work around here~?”
Jihae was quick to reply, throwing his arms into the air.
The remainder of the day was mostly spent painting and un-boxing much of the stuff, but with a lot of hard-work on most of the rooms, and by most, the living room and both yours and Jihae’s room, was set, leaving the kitchen, bathroom, and spare room left to finish.
Hoseok stepped out of one of the rooms being worked on and sat down with a sigh. “It takes that long for a couple rooms? Its been 7 hours…!” He stifled a laugh, before leaning forward. “I would ask if you want to go out with the boys just for a little together but I feel as if it is to late for that.”
You shook your head. “Actually that would be great…!” You smiled getting up from your chair.
“Are you sure..?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “It is only 6, We don’t go to bed till 9.” You smiled. “Just give me time to get washed up..”
He nodded and texted the boys as you took Jihae in your arms to get him dressed. “Momma… Were going to meet Uncle Tae and Jin…?” You smiled and nodded. “And Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon..”
“What about daddy?”
It’s as if the color drained from your face. There’s the question you always wanted to avoid but you knew that it would pop up soon. Trying to find the right words you set your son down and smiled a bit sadly. “When the time comes I will tell you but now wouldn’t be good…”
“But I wanna know…!” You started to put his shoes on him. “Trust me… I will tell you but to much things are happening right now..”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Did something happen between Mommy and Daddy…?” You sighed and nodded. “At your age, you wouldn’t be able to fully understand.” Your son pouted making you smile. It was scary how similar Jihae looked to his father. The dark brown, close to being black, hair, the chocolate brown eyes, Hell even the pout he did. You thought about why you used Yoongi’s surname for Jihae, not being able to think why. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hoseok knocked, leaning against the door frame.
You nodded, Helping Jihae down before following Hobi. “Where are we going?”
“A little corner cafe where we can all kick back and relax.. Is that fine?”
You nodded. “Perfect~
Once arriving you found all the guys there, Sitting around in the couch area chatting away. You chuckled noticing how they changed a lot after a few years.You pushed the doors open to the cafe and made your way over, Taehyung immediately noticed your arrival and jumped up to tackle you in a hug. “Oh my god you’re back?!”
You laughed and nodded, The other quickly following along and hugging you as well. “Did Hoseok not tell you I was coming?”
Jungkook smiled, shaking his head. “He only told us he had something important to talk to us about..!” You shook my head and looked over to Hobi, he only shrugged while snickering.
A screech was heard from Tae as he noticed Jihae’s presence behind you. “Is that him..?!” He crouched down, smiling while Jihae slowly came from behind you and smiled shyly. “Awe cmon, You were so excited to meet them till now.. Why become shy?” You chuckled as he stood in front of Taehyung.
“He looks just like…” He looked over to me, shutting himself up before holding his hand out to Jihae. “Im Taehyung.”
The other 5 watched, smiling before introducing themselves as well.
The time went with all of you catching up and joking around until it came for the moment you had to leave because both you and Jihae were sleepy. So you said goodbye to all of them and took your leave, As soon as you stepped out you realized the ground was wet, taking note that it had rained so you picked Jihae up and wrapped him in your jacket so he would stay warm.
It wasn’t until you heard a gasp close by that you let the curiosity get to you and turned towards it, only to find out the gasp was because of you.
“Oh my god it actually is you…”
Part of you felt weak noticing the presence of someone who fucked up the entirety of your life, the one who messed it all up and called you disgusting names. You found yourself in front of her not knowing what to do at the moment.
You knew you should have been pissed at her but you had an agreement with yourself, even then all those feelings that you had towards her were faded and gone. You noticed she was at the point of tears and couldn’t look you in the eye. Had she felt bad..? She was mumbling a lot of nonsense you couldn’t make out. You just stared.
Her eyes trailed down to where Jihae, who was fast asleep on your shoulder. You shifted feet uncomfortably and watched her cautiously.
“I’m so sorry…” She bit down on her lip and you stood in silence for a bit letting it sink in that she had actually felt guilty. You had no clue what to say so you sighed and let whatever came to your mind first.
“You took everything away from me. My boyfriend, My happiness, an much more.” She flinched, choking back a cry. “You gained absolutely jack-shit for doing this.” She staggered a bit from you words only small apologies slipping out.
You stepped towards and looked her in the eye for once. “But that was 5 years ago. I forgave you when I made the choice to let any grudge go and that’s when I sat in a hospital bed with a baby cradled in my arms.”
She seemed to relax a bit at your words.
“It was fucked up, yes, but people learn from their mistakes and even if it’s really bad, some are meant to be forgiven.”
She seemed shocked and you smiled a bit.
“Don’t get hung up on the past because of mistakes. I can see you have changed. Look to the future and forget what happened then and look at what is happening now..”
That’s when a man made his way out and over next to Jennie’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist with a confused look upon his face. She hugged him and cried into his chest so you took the chance to turn and walk off, your question about Yoongi being answered.
The encounter with Jennie left you thinking about it longer then you should have. It had been four days since you were distracted by the sudden encounter that you hadn’t been paying attention and ran right into a stranger, dropping the four bags of groceries across the pavement. The stranger was quick to help you pick the items up, and when you looked up to thank the stranger, your eyes widened, and as if realizing too he staggered back.
You were, to say in the least, wanting to cry. Sudden Encounter #2 was the one encounter you definitely were not ready for. It made you want to run, and run away far but you managed to keep an act up. You had to stay strong for the sake of yourself and your kid. So you stood up and nodded your head slighly at him.
And then luck wasn’t so much on your side when you heard the yell of your son, Hoseok close behind him.
“Mommy returned uncle Hobi…!”
You looked up to Yoongi watching his reaction as he went pale and looked like he had just seen death. You knew exactly what he was thinking.
You really wanted this to be a dream
THE NEXT PART WILL BE THE END DSKJBHFSJK im sorry if it sucks ;;