i went for a walk after work today and i might write something up about that later

Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

           You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband.  Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.  

Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away.  Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days.  So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.

 So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto.  You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.  

A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence.  Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground.  The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready.  After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.

“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”

You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”

Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”

You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?”  Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?”  Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”

“Do you want to get a different teacher?”  Jessie asked in all seriousness.

You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”

It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband.  You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.

“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.

You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”

 Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his.  He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road.   But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.  

 “Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“

“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”

“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”

Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.

“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back.  It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.”  You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day?  I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”

“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”

“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.

 With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”

You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.  Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you.  You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.

Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him?  To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?

 Trouble in Canada?

            Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage.  Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.

           If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.

           Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off.  But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.

           “He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”

           But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.

           “There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”

           Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual.  “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n.  He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well.  It seems like he’s catching on.  Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.” 

           Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light?  We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.  

 What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.

           “Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.”  Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times.  Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.

           You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed.  It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

           Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees.  Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything.  The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting.  Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.

           You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers.  You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up.  You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.

           “I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“

           “Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?” 

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“

           “I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.

           With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned.  The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table.  Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.

           Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.” 

           Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.”  You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.  

           First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on.  You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven.  As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.  

           “Oh, I’m sorry––“

            “You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top.  Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.

            Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“

           “I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.

           Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it.  I should help my students out.”

           You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––” 

           “What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye. 

           But you were backing down easily.  He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“

            “Mrs. Mendes––“

           “Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“

           It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship.  His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“

           “Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“

           You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold.  Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in. 

           You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you.  He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“

           “Stop!”  You raised your voice at Ethan.  It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction.  Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up.  You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.

           “Y/n–” 

           You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”

           And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.

           Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours.  You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.

           You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed.  You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up.  You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message.  Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.

            Just landed in Toronto

           You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion.  Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him.  He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule.  But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information.  It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.

           So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up? 

           Almost instantly, he replied, No. 

           Your heart sank just a little when you read his message.  And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer.  With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back. 

           You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.

           Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other.  It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.

           With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below.  You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.

           He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase.  You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.

           But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away.  Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him.  It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby. 

           He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling.  Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.

           It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window.  In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him.  Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.

            You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?”  Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone.  You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him.  And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought. 

           In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about.  But it wasn’t either of those options.  It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.

           His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face.  Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you.  You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person.  It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.

           You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question.  But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find.  But you were growing frustrated.  His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.   

           Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer.  He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.

           His hands. 

           It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them.  There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band.  But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.

           His ring finger.

           You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.

           Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.

            Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute.  Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice.  You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.

           “We need to talk.”

part 2

If Styles hadn’t yet adapted to global social-media attention, he was tested in 2012, when he met Taylor Swift at an awards show. Their second date, a walk in Central Park, was caught by paparazzi. Suddenly the couple were global news. They broke up the next month, reportedly after a rocky Caribbean vacation; the romance was said to have ended with at least one broken heart.

The relationship is a subject he’s famously avoided discussing. “I gotta pee first. This might be a long one,” he says. He rises to head to the bathroom, then adds, “Actually, you can say, ‘He went for a pee and never came back.‘ ”


He returns a couple of minutes later. “Thought I’d let you stew for a while,” he says, laughing, then takes a gulp of green juice. He was surprised, he says, when photos from Central Park rocketed around the world. “When I see photos from that day,” he says, “I think: Relationships are hard, at any age. And adding in that you don’t really understand exactly how it works when you’re 18, trying to navigate all that stuff didn’t make it easier. I mean, you’re a little bit awkward to begin with. You’re on a date with someone you really like. It should be that simple, right? It was a learning experience for sure. But at the heart of it – I just wanted it to be a normal date.”


He’s well aware that at least two of Swift’s songs – “Out of the Woods” and “Style” – are considered to be about their romance. (“You’ve got that long hair slicked back, white T-shirt,” she sang in “Style.”) “I mean, I don’t know if they’re about me or not …” he says, attempting gallant discretion, “but the issue is, she’s so good, they’re bloody everywhere.” He smiles. “I write from my experiences; everyone does that. I’m lucky if everything [we went through] helped create those songs. That’s what hits your heart. That’s the stuff that’s hardest to say, and it’s the stuff I talk least about. That’s the part that’s about the two people. I’m never going to tell anybody everything.” (Fans wondered whether “Perfect,” a song Styles co-wrote for One Direction, might have been about Swift: “And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out/And if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about/Baby, I’m perfect.”)


Was he able to tell her that he admired the songs? “Yes and no,” he says after a long pause. “She doesn’t need me to tell her they’re great. They’re great songs … It’s the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”


Is there anything he’d want to say to Swift today? “Maybe this is where you write down that I left!” He laughs, and looks off. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Certain things don’t work out. There’s a lot of things that can be right, and it’s still wrong. In writing songs about stuff like that, I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than ‘this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ And if you run into that person, maybe it’s awkward, maybe you have to get drunk … but you shared something. Meeting someone new, sharing those experiences, it’s the best shit ever. So thank you.”

—  Harry Styles talking about Taylor Swift - Rolling Stone May 2017 (x)
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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two  Part Three

tags: @lost-in-the-stories




“(Y/N) … what is this!” Klaus asked as he fond you sprawled across your bed with piles of grimoires pilled next to you. “Where did you get these?”


“Mom gave it to me, she said that just because you don’t love me, is no reason for me to not know about my heritage.” You mumbled without looking up from the book in front of him.

“Hayley!” Klaus bellowed and Haley walked in with Hope who made herself at home, carelessly shoving your things out of her way. 

“Hey watch it brat!” You spat at her and Klaus glared at you.

“(Y/N) apologise and move so your sister can sit down.” He turned his attention to Hayley who had turned to tell Hope off. “You gave her the Grimoires, I specifically told everyone to keep them away from her.”

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A Fighting Chance (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: you’re the personal trainer for American Assassin and grow close to one of the stars. (Verrrrry close)

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: this spirals into smut! I also have a filthy mouth so beware of multiple curses throughout.

A/N: Dylan mentioned needing a trainer for American Assassin and my first thought was ‘hot sexy Dylan sweating over a punching bag’ and so this baby was born lmao. I’ve not had the opportunity to see the film, so I’ve sort of made up what I assume the types of things are that they did. I also have no idea what order they shot the film in, so just went along with the natural progression of this plot!

PSA !!! This mentions nothing of his accident on The Death Cure. I don’t feel it’s right to write about or romanticise Dylan’s trauma, so you’ll never find it featured in my pieces! 

**In case it isn’t obvious, every time there’s a line break, that indicates a small time skip. During that time, Y/N and Dylan grow a little closer.**

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“Harder!” You called out, watching Dylan’s shoulders shake. A sheen of sweat covered his upper arms, accentuating the powerful movements of his biceps.

Hearing your words, he groaned loudly. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I’ve been at it for,” he paused, face screwing into a grimace, “at least an hour. Please give me a break,” he whined. Despite the complaints, he continued his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and grabbed the punching bag, stopping his workout abruptly. “It’s been barely ten minutes,” you deadpanned, “and you’re still doing it wrong! May I?”

Dylan nodded so you moved forwards. Grabbing his bandaged hands, you worked quickly to adjust his balance in a way that redistributed his weight. “You need to engage your core more. Without it, you’re losing a lot of power.”

“Okay,” He replied, standing up a little straighter. He pushed some of the hair from his face, gazing at the bag determinedly.

“It’s all yours,” you said, giving him the go-ahead.

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

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It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________




“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________


No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

“ew, gross” ― tom holland

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

warnings: this doesn’t have any warnings because i’m a clean girl lmao but I did mention boobs once and there are a few swear words so yeah i guess that counts?? all of this is just pure fluff. 

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: You have your own way of telling Tom you love him. It started off in high school and as your relationship went through ups and downs you never failed to remind him how much you adored him ― in your own way of course. 

word count: 3.8k+ 

author’s note: hiii guys this is the first time i’m ever posting a full writing thing? i literally wanna thank anyone who gets through all of this i love you from the bottom of my heart :( (if u leave me feedback i will love u even more). btw i wrote this at like 3 am when i was half asleep and this might be the only thing i ever post bc i threw all my ideas into one cause i never have time to write. ok thats it i love you sm bye !!!

two months

“Would you stop fixing your hair, Y/N? He’s gonna be here any minute.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. “That’s the whole point, Sabrina. He’s almost here and my hair looks like this!”

“He’s crazy about you,” she said. “He’s doesn’t care about what you look like.”

She was right. You were being silly and you didn’t know why. It wasn’t like this was your first date with Tom, but it sure as hell felt like it. Your hands were shaking from how nervous you were and you couldn’t stop nitpicking every little thing wrong with your attire.

It drove you crazy how much you still wanted to impress him.

“That’s him,” you picked up your phone, reading his text. “I gotta go.”

“Have fun!”

“I will!”

All your nerves had died down the second you walked out and saw him, leaning against his car. His dad had bought him the car as an early birthday/graduation present and you could still remember how excited he was when he saw it. Once you got close to him, he wrapped his fingers around your jacket, pulled you close to him and said,   

“You look beautiful, love.”

His comment made you blush. It made you blush so much that you hide your face in his neck, making him laugh. He loved making you blush just for that reason, it made you all cute and flustered and if he was lucky enough, you would kiss his neck.

That was the first blush of the night.

The rest of the them were spontaneous. They happened at random times like when you would gaze out the car window or grab his free hand while he drove. Those small moments were when he wanted to remind you how beautiful you were and you didn’t realize you adored this aspect of him so much until you were sitting in a cafe.   

It was the same cafe you two would visit after school to work on your assignments. Honestly, the place didn’t help you stay focused, you just loved their hot chocolate and spending time with Tom.

It’s where he decided to bring you tonight, for your fifth date as an official couple, but who’s counting?

“I don’t like british tea, Tom, you know this.” you pouted, looking at the cup in front of you. 

He laughed, shaking his head because you always complained about his tea. In fact, you’ve been complaining about it since freshman year, saying there was too much sugar and milk. Being the American that you are, you liked your tea plain.

“Try it for me, Y/N. Please.”

“Fine, but you have to try this for me.” you pushed over your plain tea to him.

“No way”

“Yes way”

“No way,”

“Yes way”, you continued. “It’s the least you could do and- Tom!” you shouted when he picked up the sugar.

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The Tower


The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 1

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine /ten / eleven / twelve /thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen /

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Smut (F/F, fingering slight dom/sub)

Synopsis: How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash. Here is the initial meeting, and the events that follow.

Author’s Note: Bug Kate @emilyevanston about the gorgeous Header, she made it. This story is NOT a Nat X Reader. It’s an Avengers X OC piece, which means a poly relationship. There will be many different combinations of pairings within this story.


How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash.

As usual, I was late.  That happened a lot.  I tend to get caught up in my head while I’m working in the lab or the library.  Which is a problem because as part of my post doctoral position I had to teach an Intro to Biology class six times a week.  I was dashing down the steps of the library, across the lawn and just smashed headlong into another person.

All I really noticed as I picked myself back up, helped her to her feet and apologized profusely was she was small, dressed in black and had dark red hair.  She didn’t really even say anything to me, just ‘don’t worry about it’ and I took off again.

It was as I stood panting in the lecture theatre, getting the slideshow started for the lecture I realized how close I came to death that day.  The woman I had flattened was the Black Widow.

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Feyre Archeron hated today.

And it definitely didn’t help that it was pouring with rain, which of course meant that there were no available cabs, so she had to walk home, arms aching with the strain of her art supplies and sketchbooks she was holding. And it had been a waste of time to even bring them, since the snobbish, judgemental art board had seemingly already made their decision about her.

 

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Jealous

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Request: Is ok to ask for a Jensen x reader? If yes, can you do something where y/n is an angel of Victoria’s Secrets, and Jared and the others often (especially at the conventions) joke about Jensen being jealous, he play along but in reality he is very supportive of her career. But then she stops doing her show and photo shoots, even the jokes stop leaving the fan wondering if Jensen’s jealousy was true. After some time come out a really cute photo shoot of them and the reader has a pregnant belly?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: mild language


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Both My Hands

Hey guys! I’ve kind of been drowning you in angst lately. Angst is my favourite to write (and read), and I’ve been having a bit of a hard time, so writing the angst has been very cathartic for me. Today, however, we have some straight up fluff and romance.

I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with the way this is written. There were some extreme emotions I was trying to convey, and I just kept tripping over my words. I hope you like it regardless, and if you have any feedback, please let me know! I love to hear from you guys : )

TIMELINE-2015

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“Steve, do you have any idea where James is?”

“No (Y/N), sorry. I thought he was with you,” Steve replied honestly.

You sighed. This was the third time in two weeks he had just disappeared, and each time he returned, after being gone for hours, you could feel the stress on him, and he would wrap his arms around you until he calmed down. But he wouldn’t tell you where he was, what he was doing, or what was causing his distress.

To say you were worried would not be a strong enough sentence. Concerned? No. Scared? Nope. Terrified? Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Alright, well… if he shows up, let me know?”

“Of course, (Y/N). I don’t think you have to worry about anything,” Steve mused. “He wouldn’t do anything dangerous.”

“You can’t feel what he feels when he gets back, Steve…” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And he hasn’t told either of us what he’s up to. What could he possibly be doing?”

“I honestly don’t know, (Y/N). I’m sure he’ll talk to you, when the time is right.”

You nodded, and Steve walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thanks, Steve. I’ll see you later,” you eventually said, ending the hug.

“Ok. Let me know if you need anything. I could punch him, if that’ll help,” Steve joked.

Despite the concern you were feeling, you laughed. “I might take you up on that offer.”

Back in your apartment, you tried not to worry. You had no work to do. You didn’t much feel like training, and you weren’t in the mood to read. Maybe a nice, relaxing bath would help.

You entered the bathroom, filling the tub with water the perfect temperature. “FRIDAY, could you please play my ‘I’m stressed’ playlist?”

Certainly Mrs. Barnes.

“Thank you,” you replied, as the bathroom was filled with the music that helped you calm down.

Half an hour later, you could feel Bucky enter the compound. He was stressed, as he had been the last few times, but there was also some excitement mixed in with that. You weren’t sure what to make of it. You could feel Tony too. He was ecstatic about something. Had Bucky been disappearing to see Tony?

Soon, you heard a knock at the bathroom door. You knew it was Bucky, but he still called out.

“It’s me, (Y/N). Can I come in?”

You thought for a moment, and then gave him your permission to enter, asking FRIDAY to turn your music off. When he pushed the door open, he smiled warmly at you.

Bucky walked over to you, and perched himself on the step to the bathtub. He didn’t say a word, but you noticed him wringing his hands nervously.

“James… please tell me what’s going on. I can’t… I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” you said, after deciding you couldn’t handle the silence any longer.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I really wanted to tell you,” Bucky finally spoke. “I really did. But, I wanted to surprise you.”

Surprise you?

“I’m not going to lie, I did this mostly for myself,” Bucky continued, still not making much sense to you. “But I also wanted to do it for you.”

Is that the excitement you sensed on him? He wanted to do something for himself (which made you feel so happy), and surprise you with it, and it was finally done? But, what did that have to do with Tony?

“James, Love,” you began, pulling yourself to the edge of the tub, to be closer to your husband. “What is it?”

Bucky didn’t reply. He looked into your eyes with so much love, you weren’t sure your heart could take it. Then, he reached out to you, cupping your cheek in his palm. He used his thumb to gently stroke your skin. And he smiled again.

The metal was cool against your flushed cheek.

You sat in shock, not quite sure you understood what was happening. He never touched your face with his metal hand. He was always scared that he would accidentally hurt you.

“Your skin is always so soft,” Bucky whispered, a break in his voice.

“You can… you can feel me?” You asked, his hand still delicately cupping your face.

“I can feel you,” Bucky replied. A tear escaped his eye, running silently down his cheek, getting lost in his scruff.

“H-how?” You asked, your own tears welling up.

“I don’t know exactly what went into it,” Bucky explained. “But Tony’s been working on it.”

“Did it… hurt?”

“Oh yeah. It hurt so much I didn’t think I could handle it,” Bucky’s hand slowly lowered from your face, fingers travelling softly down your neck, and then moving to trace along your collarbone with a barely there touch. His flesh hand reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “But I don’t care. I can feel you with both my hands again.”

You looked at him with a smile, your lip quivering as you failed to keep your tears from spilling. Bucky’s metal hand again moved to your face, this time treasuring your lips.

You hesitantly placed your hand on the back of his. “You can feel it all?”

“Yes,” Bucky struggled to say. “I feel how warm your lips are. I feel your hand resting on mine. I feel the water.”

You took his metal hand in yours, and placed a kiss on the palm. And you knew he felt it, because of his smile. You placed a finger to your lips, and kissed it softly. You knew he felt it, because of the way he looked at you. You sucked the finger into your mouth, pushing it back out with your tongue. You knew he felt it, because of the way he moaned.

No more words were shared between the two of you. Bucky hastily removed his clothing, and joined you in the bath, desperate to feel every inch of you. You reveled in his touch, allowing him all the time in the world to let his left hand get to know your body again.

“I love you, James,” you whispered into his ear.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he replied, voice breathy and consumed by passion.

By the time you were done, the bath water was almost cold, and you were both thoroughly satisfied. Bucky helped you out of the bath, and wrapped your towel around you, almost reverently.

Dried off and dressed, and so happy you could barely stand it, you could sense that Tony was still in the building. You walked down to the common room, your right hand in Bucky’s metal hand, to see him.

When you saw him, he was chatting happily with Sam. When he saw you, he smiled gleefully. You let go of Bucky, and walked to Tony, enveloping him in a warm hug.

“Thank you for doing that for him, Tony,” you said. “Thank you for making him so happy.”

“It’s alright, Dove,” Tony replied, rubbing your back. “You both deserve some happiness.”

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Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC)

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2k

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>>> Part 2

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

A great deal of arguing happened when her parents broke the news to her that they were getting a divorce and then ensued a fight about who Iris would live with. The choice ended up being a practical one: after selling their house, her mom moved to a small apartment in Chicago, and her dad decided to go back to his hometown, in his childhood house. A house big enough for Iris to live in with him, big enough for her to keep sulking about being torn away from her life and friends and to keep avoiding her dad to silently punish him for destroying her life.

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Scott Borchetta interview with Alan Cross for Canadian Music Week (April 2017)

EXCERPTS ABOUT TAYLOR

AC: [talking about recognizing a special character] If you come into contact with a true superstar and there is a charisma that comes off of them effortlessly, the kind of person when they walk into the room and your back is to the door - you know they’re in the room…
SB: Yeah, I always say that colors in the room change, like if Steven Tyler walked in right now you’d be going […starts turning around…], Steven is here, okay, I got it… because it’s just that thing. And I’m sure any of you can remember a moment, whether you got to meet Mick Jagger or Taylor, and you just went: “WOW! There’s a lot more juice in this person than everybody else”.


AC: So you were gonna build “Big Machine” the way you thought a record label needed to be built, from ground up. And you had no office, no money, no staff, you had nothing except your eye on this 14-year-old girl. You were scouting this 14-year-old talent?
SB: Yeah, so the irony is I get a package, this is an October 2004 and my deal with Universal goes through September 2005, so I get Taylor’s package in October and I meet her November 2nd 2004, I was blown away… and I go to see her two nights later at the Bluebird Cafe, go to meet the family and I’m just completely knocked out by her being, how smart she was at 15-years-old, how incredible the songs were. And then I go back for a second meeting and say: “If you wanna be signed at Universal I will introduce you to the executives and try to help you get signed, but you need to know something - I’m leaving in a year, I’m gonna start my own label, don’t know what it’s called but I can make you one promise tonight - when I start it, you have a deal with me”. And they looked at me and  just kinda went […motions a blank stare…]. They go: “Wow, we finally found someone who gets her and he’s crazy”. So couple weeks later, Taylor had just turned 15, and she called me herself and said: “Hey, just wanna let you know I’ve made up my mind and I’m waiting for you”. And it wasn’t from a manager, wasn’t from a parent, and I said: “Well, you’ve made my day”.
AC: Why do you think she made that decision?
SB: I think because she have had a deal at RCA priors, she had a development deal and they did not believe in her songs and they were trying to get her to work with other songwriters, different producers and they didn’t feel that they understood her and I was immediately fascinated with her songs. And I didn’t realize it back then but, when she came into the office, she literally came into Universal and she played me a song, a second song, and for those of you who know Taylor’s music, the second song was “Picture To Burn” and I said that’s a hit song. And I think from that moment she thinks: “Okay, I think this guy gets me and understands my songs”. I’ve never once brought up to her idea of doing an outside song. So she know that I believe… at her being she’s a songwriter, yes - incredible at everything else, but in her being, the most important thing and 50 years from now when you look back at this moment they’ll go - oh, the Michelangelo of the moment was Taylor Swift.

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This Is Just To Say (m) - 1

Originally posted by yoonseok

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader (slight Namjoon/Reader; Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: T.S. Eliot bashing, if that matters to you. Vague philosophy references that don’t matter?? Too many cute boys to handle?! Honestly, too many italics but I’ll fight you over it?

A/N: Here have a garbage soulmate/college au that no one asked for. 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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Shed Your Skin

Originally posted by kylogue

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

A/N: I am shamelessly in love with this story line, even though the writing may not be perfect and I’m really nervous about it. There is a part 2 already posted. This was always designed specifically to be multi-part, I’ll explain that more in the note on part 2. No spoilers.

P. S. This isn’t a Bughead fic by any means so I didn’t tag it as such (I’m sorry, guys), but the pairing is included in part

Summary: Being a newly inducted Serpent comes with unforseen benefits for Riverdale’s most poetic soul, like cool jackets and … personal bodyguards???

Word Count: 3,226

Warnings: gang activity, swearing, drug mentions, (Bughead angst, if that counts as a warning.)

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“The Lyrics to my Music” - Prologue

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slight smut and angst in future chapters.

Summary: One day you lose your notebook, the most important item you own, it’s filled with exactly 68 lyrics that you wrote, all of them extremely personal to you. Later that same day you discover an iPod filled with different songs with no lyrics. By some strange coincidence that iPod belongs to the same person who discovered your notebook of lyrics. This would cause the two of you to meet and form a friendship. Or maybe even something more…

A/N - Okay here it is! The prologue to my first imagine! I really hope you like it and any feedback would be very appreciated! 

Next chapter is going up next week!


Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

[Y/N]’s POV

All of us have, at some point of our lives, felt the feeling of panic. Whether it was because we were scared of something, or because we missed an important event, or because we lost something. Well, take that feeling and multiply it by a hundred - that’s how worried I was when I realized that my notebook was gone. It was so strong that it made my stomach turn and cold sweat to cover my forehead. My legs were shaking as I was standing next to my parked car digging through my backpack like a crazy woman.

 My eyes were filling up with tears when I finally gave up realizing that my most treasured possession is gone. This notebook was basically my journal, keeping every single one of my secrets. The only difference being that instead of journal entries, it was filled with song lyrics. Exactly 68 of them.

 And now they’re all gone! All my secrets, my dreams, all my fantasies - my deepest darkest thoughts - they were all gone!

 I tried to trace my steps back to when I last remember using it, which was this morning. I took it with me to the park and after my morning jog I sat down on a bench, right next to the lake and spend an hour or two writing.

 Then I went back home to my apartment and when I opened my backpack, my notebook wasn’t there. So I decided not to panic and went back to the park, but by the time I got there it was gone.

 I groaned in frustration. Why the fuck would anyone take a random notebook they found on a park bench?!

 Angry and confused I went back to my car and started digging through my backpack again, in hopes that maybe I just didn’t see it the first time.

 Which leads me to where I am right now - sitting in my parked car, banging my head against the steering wheel with people walking by me completely oblivious to my struggle.

 After about 20 minutes of me banging my head against the steering wheel, crying my eyes out and pulling on my hair in frustration, I tried to tell myself to relax. I told myself that everything is going to be okay, because I wrote my phone number on the inside cover of the notebook back when I bought it, so if anyone did find it they would text me. Hopefully.

 And you might think I’m overexaggerating  things. But I am not! As sad as it sounds, this notebook has like my best friend ever since I bought it 3 months ago. My safe place. And just knowing that right now someone else is holding it in their hands drives me crazy.

I spent a few more minutes trying to calm myself down. But when I looked at my watch I - for the second time that day - panicked. It was 10:55. My work shift was starting in 5 minutes! I started the car engine and headed to work, going as fast as I can without going over the speed limit.

 I work at a small Italian restaurant owned by a very large Italian family. They were mostly nice to me. But even though I’ve worked for them for 3 years now, we never really talked a lot.

 I arrived at work at 11:05. Even though I was late, I was still proud of myself for being - almost - on time. I walked into the kitchen and put an apron on, ignoring the angry look the owner’s wife (who was also the cook) was giving me.

 The rest of my shift was pretty uneventful. I was serving food, cleaning up tables, sweeping the floors and even managed to clean up a few toilets. But I was also checking my phone every 10 minutes or so, to see if anyone has found my notebook.

 But as more time passed, hours and minutes rolling by, I couldn’t help but start losing hope about someone actually finding my journal and texting me about it. 


 It was about 7:15 - exactly 15 minutes before my shift was over and I could finally go home. No one has texted me about the notebook yet, and I was slowly starting to panic again. But work helped a little, at least it was a distraction.

I had one more table left to clean. It was a small table for one at the middle of the restaurant - nothing particularly interesting about it.

That was, until I noticed a small device with a pair of earbuds plugged into it. An iPod - I realized. I didn’t pay it a lot of attention at first and thought that I would just give it to the owners and tell them that someone lost it. It happens often - people losing their stuff and then coming back the next day to get them. 

But then, an unexpected feeling of curiosity hit me. Maybe it was, because I, myself, lost something today and I kind of wanted to replace it. Or maybe it was because the idea of someone else’s iPod, maybe containing just as much secrets as my notebook, interested me. Of course I knew that it might just be full of random songs with no real meaning, but I still decided to take it. 

I looked around to see if anyone was there, because I knew I would get in trouble if the owners see me taking it. When I saw that there was no one there I quickly put it in the pocket of my jeans and finished wiping the table. 


Yoongi’s POV

It wasn’t panic that I felt when I realized my iPod was gone, it wasn’t sadness…it was anger that I felt. After I realized I forgot it at the restaurant it was already 8:00 PM. I drove back to the restaurant, as soon as I could, but when I asked one of the waiters to check for it on the table that I sat earlier that day he came back empty-handed with and apologized, telling me that he asked the other waiters and the owners if they had found anything but they all said no. 

I collected all of my remaining sanity and gave the waiter a quick “thank you”, before storming out of the restaurant absolutely furious at myself for forgetting it. 

The iPod wasn’t anything too expensive or important, it was what was inside that was important to me. In it, was every song I have ever composed, none of them have lyrics (I’m still working on that), but still, they were important to me. 

And yeah, I know, I have the music sheets for all of those songs at my studio, and I can play every song whenever I feel like it, but that iPod was different. I was using it to try and come up with lyrics while listening and re-listening to my songs. 

Usually I’m great with words so I don’t really have a hard time coming up with lyrics. But this time was different. It was different, because in my music I expressed certain emotions that, as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t express with words. 

And now I was standing in my car, in front of the restaurant, wanting to punch myself in the face for being so distracted! 

I sighed and looked around the car, until I found what I was looking for. The notebook. I found it earlier today on a park bench, I know I should’ve probably just left it on the bench and leave, but it was about to rain and I didn’t want it to get wet so I took it with me. 

I didn’t have enough time to look at it, and I knew I probably shouldn’t, but the way it looked made me really curious. 

I took it and put it in my lap, looking down at it. What if it was someone’s diary? I shouldn’t be doing that. But then again, is there really anyone above the age of 10 who keeps secret diaries? 

 I looked at the cover carefully. It was a completely ordinary notebook, decorated with a lot of random doodles and random quotes written all over it. I carefully ans slowly, as if it was made out of glass, opened the notebook to the first page. 

“A letter to my future self”

It said at the top. And I thought that this was, for sure, someone’s diary, because that would be the kind of stuff I would write if I had one. But as I started reading it, sliding my gaze over the words carefully, as if worried that I’m going to read something I shouldn’t, I realized that it wasn’t a journal entry, but rather a poem. And as I kept reading, absolutely fascinated by the way that person used their words, I realized that it wasn’t really a poem either, but song lyrics. It was structured like a song, and it sounded like a song, so it must be…a song. 

When I finished the poem I closed the notebook again and put it aside. I still think that this might be someone’s diary! I just can’t help it! They way the song was written was absolutely stunning, but I feel like it was just a journal entry covered in a lot of metaphors an rhymes. But the way that person wrote it was just so…intoxicating. There are so many words I could use to describe it, but intoxicating was definitely the best. 

I looked at my watch - 8:45 PM. I sighed, remembering my lost iPod. It was time for me to go home.  

I put the notebook aside, giving it one last look before starting the car. 


 3 hours later, I’m laying on my bed, the notebook sitting open on my lap as I was reading through it. I’ve read through 4 of the songs since I got home, each of them getting better and better. Right now I was on a song called “Lights”. It was really deep, but really good at the same time. 

As I was reading it I realized that a lot of the lyrics probably would make a lot more sense to people who actually knew the person who wrote them, because a lot of them seemed to be holding a very personal meaning, but a lot of them could also be interpreted in a lot of different ways. 

For example, I have been rereading the line:

“The lights saved me when nothing else did.” 

I’ve be rereading it so many times that I memorized it perfectly. I was trying to understand the meaning of it. Maybe by lights, the author meant stage lights and that performing was what saved them from dark times. Or maybe by lights the meant people in their life. Or maybe they meant something completely different and I just couldn’t understand it. 

I got so into the songs that I got out a pen and started scribbling down little notes next to some of the lines. 

And as I finished reading “Lights” I realized for the fourth time that night, that the person who’s notebook that was, is an incredible writer. I absolutely fell in love with the way they write. It was just so addictive and they really had a way with words. 

I yawned and lied down in my bed. I was exhausted, but I really wanted to keep reading…

I decided to reread the first 2 songs to see if I can find a new meaning in them and then go to sleep. But when I opened the notebook to the first page I noticed something on the inside cover that I didn’t notice the first time. There was a phone number written in a glittery blue pen, and above it it said:

If found, please text:

I didn’t know what to do. 

I knew the right thing to do was text the person and tell them that I found their notebook. But I really, REALLY didn’t want to give it back! Also, I already wrote inside it. 

And then there was also the thought of actually meeting the person who was behind those words and actually talk to them… It sounded ridiculous, even if I did meet the person they would probably just want their notebook back. Also, I shouldn’t have read it anyways so….

But it sounded so amazing! I really, really want to meet that person! I want them to explain to me exactly what each song means! 

I sighed at what I was about to do next. Before picking up my phone.

My first message was a simple:

“Hello!”

Then I decided to explain exactly who I was and why I was texting them:

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I immediately got a response back:

“OMG! REALLY! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!”

“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I should say no! I really should! Just say no and give back the notebook and the two of you would completely forget about it the next day.

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

I wanted to facepalm myself as soon as I sent the last message. Why would I do something like that? I don’t like people! And I don’t like talking to people! And I especially don’t like meeting new people! So why the hell did I want to meet this random person so badly?

The realization hit me as soon as I asked myself the question. It was, because as I was reading the lyrics, I didn’t just become interested in the meanings behind them, but I also became interested in the person who wrote them.


[Y/N]’s POV

I was lying on my living room couch with my headphones on. My button was hovering over the play button of the iPod for  minutes now. I turned it over in my fingers to look at the back. “Suga” was written on it in a black permanent marker. I didn’t know what it meant, but it kept reminding me that this was actually someone else’s property. 

I took a deep breath and finally pressed the play button. 

There was silence for a moment. But then it was interrupted by the sound of a piano. It was a song. A song with no lyric. Only music. 

And I couldn’t deny - the music was beautiful. Even though there was not a single word in the entire song, it was full of emotion. Emotion that was somewhat contagious. Emotion that somehow moved through my headphones to my ears and inside my body. 

I closed my eyes and imagined a person, their hands hovering over the piano, pressing each key carefully, gently, as if they weren’t touching a musical instrument, but the love of their life.

My heartbeat was getting faster and my eyes were filling up with tears. 

The song was hypnotizing. Contagious…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud beep of my phone, informing me that I have a text. 

I immediately removed my headphones and at the speed of light, I unlocked my phone. 

“Hello!”

It said.

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I responded immediately, almost jumping off the couch in happiness:

“OMG! REALLY! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!”

But then another thought hit me, that for some reason made me nervous:

“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I sat on the floor, drumming my fingers nervously, waiting for a response:

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

The messages came one after the other so quickly that I didn’t have enough time to react properly to any of them. He read my lyrics! And he likes them! He likes them so much that he wants to meet me?!

In any other situation I would have said no. But after all, this Yoongi guy found the most important object I own. And I was so happy and thankful that I was willing to do almost anything in return.

“Okay…”

I answered simply after a few minutes of thinking.

“Really?! Thank you so much!”

He answered. 

“Of course:)”

I replied before turning off my phone and putting my headphones back on.

Grieving

Requested: Hi! Could you please write an imagine or bullet points or anything where the girl is really strong and independent, always have been. And someone close to her passes away, like a grandparent or parent…And Shawn gets to know about it from somewhere else, but not from her.. You write so so well, giving importance to every little detail! Love ya mate! ❤

Your name: submit What is this?

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Your grandma was probably your biggest inspiration in life. She was always joyful, always kind, and always loving, three things you had admired about her, and three things you had aspired to be as well. She taught you so much about life and about yourself in the time you spent with her, and you weren’t prepared for her to be gone so suddenly. She was happy and healthy, so you had no reason to believe that the last time you saw her would be the last time. Her death came so suddenly that you weren’t able to say goodbye. You weren’t ready to say goodbye, there was still so much you wanted to learn from her.

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The Savior - Chapter 3

Originally posted by thedreamerangel

Summary: Negan and the OC (reader) meet up after class to finish talking about her dream that she started telling him about the previous night. Things get extremely hot and heavy when they start talking about it. 

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon

Warnings: Swearing, Heavy Touching, Naughty Dirty Talk, Oral – just overall a smutty chapter. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/27473925

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2

Notes: So I stayed up all night to get this up, so there are likely some errors in this. I apologize for that. This is kind of long. The OC is a virgin as a pre-warning since that was requested of the story. Just letting that be known ahead of time. I also tried tagging everyone that requested, if I missed you, I’m sorry, I’m just gone by this point lol. 

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Finally?!

Originally posted by jjptwerkteam

After what felt like years and my trip I finally finished this and am highly motivated to write more again. 

please leave suggestions or requests here or check out the other stuff here.

thanks for all your guy’s patience and we are nearly at 500 I can’t believe it :0

L

BAEKHYUN SMUT 

To say there was some tension between you and Baekhyun was an understatement. Ever since your mutual friend Chanyeol introduced him to the group you two were teasing each other. Suggestive and sassy comments where a daily thing and usual for your meeting. It was normal for your group which consisted mainly of guys so those comments were nothing unusual sure your girl friends weren’t better by a bit although those comments mostly happened between you and Baekhyun. You always joked around and told each other about the adventures you had well you did to your closest friends. About 6 month prior your friend Chanyeol had introduced Baekhyun to your group of friends during a party and everyone got along with him and so he started to hang out with you more often. Now you were in a restaurant eating and pre-drinking for a party you were about to go to. 

‘Ya y/n you haven’t told me what colour your underwear is yet’ Baekhyun joked. One drunk evening you guys started to talk about what a girls underwear would mean and soon he had asked you what kind of underwear you were wearing and then it became a thing.

'Nothing. as usual’ you said winking suggestive at him and he chuckled.

'So ready to party?’ You could see him tongue moving inside poking his cheek out.

'I’m always ready to party and you know that’ you brushed though your hair.

'Oh my gosh guys we are at a restaurant can you please behave a little bit more like it.’ Said Suho and you two laughed.

'I don’t believe you’ he said grinning.

'Wanna find out’ you whispered at him and he grinned even wider.

'Later baby later’ you and Baek never hooked up or something although many people thought you were the horniest couple in the world but you were just joking around. Sure there was some kind of tension when you made these jokes but you always made fun of it. You were even brilliant wingmen for each other, with the help of each other you never ever went home alone if you wanted to.Pre-drinks were getting you a little tipsy and you started whining that you wanted to go to the party now.

'Yes OK let’s go’ Chanyeol said after paying and you walked to the next taxi stand. Getting into the big taxi you guys started to talk about the people that were there. Kai’s crush was there and the guys where trying to convince him to talk to her.

'Kai it’s easy… First You take 2 drinks then you walk over to her preferably when she is close to a wall otherwise the way is to long. You gently but determined push her against the wall. You might put one hand on the wall next to her face.’ You turned to Baekhyun pushing your hand against the backrest.

'Then you look her into the eyes and say >>you look beautiful today<< and they you kiss her’ Baekhyun grabbed you and pretended to make out with you violently. You started to laugh and looked at Kai.

'I don’t think I will to that.’ He said skeptical.

'It worked with Baekhyun’ you said leaning back into your seat.

'Baekhyun is easy to pull though’ said Sehun earning a punch from Baekhyun. You arrived at the party location. It was a big apartment and you could already hear the music form upstairs. The guys knew other people so they quickly disappeared while you decided to go to the kitchen to get another drink. You mixed a strong mixture that made you shiver but you know that in a few sips it would taste a lot better. 

'No one to pull?’ You turned around and grinned at Baekhyun. 

'Haven’t had a look’ you said while Baek took your cup and took a sip. He flinched at the strong taste.

'A lot of couples and the rest looks boring.’ Baek said and you sighed.

'Well I got ready for nothing.’ He grinned.

'Oh well poor girl… well all of this for nothing’ he brushed over your sides.

'Yes it took me so long’ you whined. And took your cup back out of his hands and finished it.

'Oh poor you’ he patted your shoulder and you playfully sulking put your head on his shoulder. He brushed over your back and laughed.

'Well we could check if there is someone other or we go to a bar’ you looked at him grinning.

'Or WE hook up’ you said jokingly at his face. Well you were kind of joking sure hearing his stories you wondered if he was fully truthful but it was nothing more than a little curiosity. You looked at each other.

'Or that’ he said joking still looking at you. You locked eyes and let it be the influence of the alcohol but you tiptoed to connect your lips. Instantly you stared to move your lips. Baekhyun’s lips were soft. And hot. And way to good feeling. You felt arms creeping around you pulling you closer. Like if you had done this a million times your fingers moved to him hair pulling it a little. Baekhyun was now holding your hips tight pushing you against the counter. You could feel southern regions of your body feeling very happy that this happened and starting to get ready for usage (🙈 well if there is a way to say it more awkward tell me I’m sure there isn’t) Suddenly you two broke apart unintentionally you tried to follow his lips but you two ended up looking at each other. His lips were darker a little swollen maybe and his chest was rising and falling fast. 

'Woow’ he panted 'that was..’

'Hot?!’ You panted as well and he laughed nodding.

'Yes hot’ his hands were still on your hips thumbs circling over your hip bone. You looked at each other for a few more seconds. Baekhyun’s eyes were dark with lust. his body was still pressed against yours, making you feel hotter by the second. He kissed you again hungrily, passionately and wild making you nearly go out of breath. He pushed you harder against the counter forcing his leg between yours. His thigh was pushing against your core and in desperate need for some friction you started to move your hips pressing against the rough fabric of his jeans. Baekhyun bit your lip not so much that it really made you feel pain but enough to let your abdomen starting to feel a little tighter and definitely enough to let a moan escape your lips. He laughed one hand wandering towards your breast, massaging them over the fabric of your dress.

'Baek we need to close the door.’ You said between steamy kisses.

'You want to do it here?’ He asked a smug grin on his face.

'I’m sure you can’t walk that far either’ you joked seeing the huge tent in his pants. He closed the door just to open it again. You looked at him confused but he took some bottles and placed them before the door then removed his jacket and hung it on the door nob. The clicking sound of the door indicating it was locked made your body shiver in excitement. He walked over to you grinning devilishly then grabbing your sides and simply pushing you onto the counter. You mouth formed a surprised oh before you slung your legs around his hips pulling him close. He started to kiss your neck making your head roll back resting against one of the cupboards. 

'Let me see if you were lying about that underwear earlier’ he said grinning already getting down onto his knees.

'I was’ you panted grabbing his hair instinctively. He shoved your dress upwards, grinning slyly at the sight of your underwear.

'Black lace… I like’ he clicked his tongue and you shifted more towards him. With one move your underwear was removed you didn’t care were it landed you just cared that it wasn’t between you and Baekhyun anymore. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders making sure you wouldn’t slip from the counter. His long slender finger brushed against your tights teasing you.

'Baek’ you moaned looking at him. The he went down on you. First he moved his tongue lightly over your folds but your darting hips and hair pulling made him soon go faster and more powerful. With every lick you felt yourself tighten a little bit more you bit your bottom lip to hold back moans but you were sure you would be soon drawing blood. The story Baekhyun had told were all true he was skillful. Very skillful. After making you a moaning mess under his licks he added his slender fingers. Curling, brushing your walls and hitting all the right spots you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer. 

'Baek I’m…’ He got up looking you in the eyes fingers still inside you.

'Cum’ he said demanding pushing again into you. And following his instructions your body sprang free you head shot back to the cupboard hitting it but you didn’t feel it. All you could feel was your body exploding under his touch and stare. Still on your high he grabbed your chin dragging you to him again kissing you hungrily till you rode out your high. After the last waved had crashed over you and your vision had cleared again you jumped from the counter pushing Baek to the wall opening his jeans. His member just sprang free and you were happily surprised at the length of his package. He grinned at you biting his lip and you winked.

'Impressive’ your hand moved down stroking his already fully erect member. You grabbed your purse getting out a shiny little bag. Ripping it open you smiled at him then slowly rolled the condom all the way down his length. He moaned at all your touches. You pushed him down on the floor in a sitting position. Removing his trouser just as much all you needed to have a free access you straddled him. You could already feel his member lying against your core. You looked at him and kissed him again. He was paralyzed for a moment when you moved down taking his member in. All he managed to do was a grunty moan holding your hips tight. Baekhyun stretched you and you needed to take a moment for adjustment. His hands were impatiently holding you closer. You rolled your hips Baekhyun’s nails digging into your hips pushing you down again. Your hands rested on his shoulder seeing the muscles tense up when he pulled you towards him again. There were probably party sounds around you but you couldn’t hear them all you could hear was the sound his and your skin made crashing onto each other and your uneven shaky moaning breaths. His hips darted upwards thrusting powerful into you and little white stars started to appear in your vision again. You looked at Baekhyun his eyes were nearly closed trying to hold on a little longer. You knew you were close to the edge too so you kissed his shoulder. Your orgasm hit you so hard you needed to bit into his shoulder to not cry out load. Baekhyun seemed to really like it because as you were tightening around his member you felt him twitch inside you giving an airy groan. You rested your head on his shoulder needing some time to catch your breath. He stroked your sides slowly also panting heavily. You stood up and pulled your dress down. Baekhyun got rid of the condom and pulled his pants back on. He looked at you and laughed.

'Seeing how this went we should’ve done it much earlier’ you hit him and laughed.

'Let’s get going’ he said taking your hand. 

'To where?’ You asked confused. He just chucked.

'To my place of course silly. Or do you think this was everything.. nah i have much more that I want to do to you’ you looked around remembering that you actually had once wore a pair of underwear.

'My panties’ you said looking around. Baekhyun reached into the pocket of his jeans and proudly showed you the black lace panties. You wanted to take them but he quickly put them pack into his pocked.

'I’m keeping these’  

'Perv’ you scoffed grinning. Baekhyun opened the door and you were greeted by Chen.

'Oh no guys really?!’ He said with a grin that was supposed to be judging but you were sure you could also see a trace of “I knew this would happen sooner or later” in it.

'We are leaving it’s boring’ announced Baekhyun and dragged you to the exit.