i wish i had more zippers so i could tell you to zip it

Terms and Conditons. (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – Jungkook was out looking for a new flavor of the month and his eyes land on a certain previously taken girl.

Warning – This is a sugar daddy Jungkook scenario. 

Words – 2,259. 

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The energy was heightened as groups of individuals danced around the large ballroom held for an extravagant party. Jeon Jungkook was known to be quite a party planner when it came to his business because he always wanted to make a strong entrance plus he wanted to impress the girls that might be lucky enough to land in his bed that night.

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I’m Here

Characters: Jim Kirk x Reader

Summary: @yourtropegirl asked for smut with the blue survival jacket, and i was happy to oblige.  Set during Beyond, Jim gets back from his fight with Krall to find you, his girlfriend (also a crew member on the enterprise), safe and sound. sexy times ensue after you decide to peel the jacket off of him ;)

A/N: wow this one got a tad angsty…it was just supposed to be smut. but you get angsty smuff.  also, this perfectly lined up with Jim’s birthday in the movie, so yay! birthday angsmuff! (why do i have to make everything an emotional crisis?)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, a smaaaaall captain kink. maybe.

Words: 2290

tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @jimtkirkisabitch @outside-the-government

(also i just realized the zipper is a little starfleet logo HOW CUTE)


You didn’t remember how long you’d been here, pacing in the lobby of the hotel that Starfleet had put you and the rest of the crew of the Enterprise in. You were still in your dirty and torn uniform, still covered in a thin layer of dirt, still incredibly sore and in need of a bath.  But you couldn’t relax until you knew if Jim was okay.  After the Franklin had crashed on Yorktown, you and the rest of the crew had been rushed out of the wreckage and put through a debriefing before being transported straight to this hotel.  You hadn’t even had a chance to see Jim before he was gone, chasing after Krall.  

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You’re the Reason I Come Home (Part 2/2)

Summary: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Language, slight mention of injury (nothing graphic), mention of death, slight depression, & OH GOD THE ANGST. (but stick with it, I promise)

A/N: This fic got a lot more recognition than what I was expecting, so thank you for that!! It’s almost to 300 notes now, so that’s pretty crazy for my first fic after hiatus. But I hope you guys enjoy this just as much (or even more) than Part 1, as this part is definitely my favorite. It was awesome to write & to be narcissistic, I kinda teared up a bit while writing the ending scenes. But I hope everyone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something off the song ' Fools gold '? That song is completely beautiful

I wish I was stronger.  I wish I had that thing that some people have where you can see how dangerous someone is.  It’s right in front of you, screaming at you like a freight train.  So you move.  You get clear.  You run away.  But I wasn’t born with that gene.  At least not when it came to her.

I was born with the other gene.  The one where you twist yourself into knots to please someone else.  Where you watch a cheesy rom com and are bawling by the end of it because you want to be the person who loves someone so much…they change.

I would never be what she needed.  No matter how hard I tried or what I did for her, it was never going to happen.

And I knew that.

But it didn’t stop my heart from racing when her number popped up on my phone.  And it didn’t stop me from answering the phone with such glee in my voice it was disgusting.  And it sure as hell didn’t stop me from inviting her over to my house.

I knew what she wanted.  It wasn’t me.  But maybe if I pretended hard enough, I could convince myself it was.  So that’s what I did.

Every time.

The pizza was done when she finally made it to my house.  She was late.  Par for the course.  I knew she would be.

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Love - Joe Sugg*

Warnings: Swearing, Smut 

 Words:2k 

 Requested:Could you do a smut with either Joe or Jack and it’s just really slow and passionate and loving and there’s lots of slow and soft touches and it’s not rushed and it’s cute and kinda fluffy as well? like foreplay and stuff is very cute and taking their time and passionate and they’re just loving on each other a lot. please and thank you, love you a lot 💙

 A/N: Ahhhh I hope you enjoy 💓 

Masterlist

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It was a surprise to you, as soon as you walked out your door to greet Joe who was standing there in a full suit for your date tonight you could tell the atmosphere was different, he was acting different
You didn’t know what it was but his movements were slowly than usual and he kissed you every chance he got

 “M’ lady” he spoke when he pulled out the chair for you at the restaurant making you giggle 

 “Your such a gentlemen” 

 “I know” he winked back making you laugh 

 “You look beautiful” he spoke up whilst looking through the menu 

 “I know, you’ve told me at least 5 times already Joe” you replied making him laugh “I’m just stating facts” 

 The conversation went on for a while until your food arrived and you began eating, his eyes flickered between his plate and you as he watched you shoot him a small smile while taking another bite of your food, him doing the same but still watching you carefully
He didn’t mean to act different tonight but he couldn’t help it, his plan was to tell you he loved you for the first time tonight but with the mix of him being nervous and you looking gorgeous made it even harder for him to get his words out 

 “Are you okay?” You finally asked after finishing your food “you seen on edge, nervous” 

 “I’m fine love” he spoke, his voice slightly shaky  

“You sure?” You laugh 

 “Honestly no” he spoke laughing back “there’s something” I’ve been wanting to tell you"
The atmosphere went serious again, you couldn’t tell what exactly he wanted to say obviously the only thing going through your head was that he was going to break up with you 

 “Okay” you spoke hesitantly as he took your hand in his smiling softly as he rubbed his thumb over your soft skin 

 “We’ve been together for almost 8 months now” he spoke laughing to himself “and I, fuck it Y/N I love you” he spoke breathing in, a smile taking over your face as he spoke “shit I’m sorry” he said again, rushing his words out when you didn’t answer 

 “Joe calm down” you laughed at his reaction “I haven’t even said anything yet” He let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding in as you ran you thumb over his knuckles 

 “I- okay” 

 “I love you to Joe, of course I do” you smiled as a grin took over his face and he brought your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss there 

 “Thank fuck” he breathed out, laughing and shaking his head 

 “Why were you so worried?” You asked smiling at him as he stood up, bringing you up with him after paying for the meal and heading towards the door of the restaurant hand in hand 

 “Part of me expected you to reject me, throw water at me and leave” he laughed as you walked towards his car leaning back against it as he stood in front of you, arms going either side of you trapping you between them 

 “You should’ve known better” you laughed wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned into you, his head going into the crook of your neck placing light kisses there 

 “Come back to mine, please” he whispered, his hot breath fanning against your neck making you shiver as his hands went to your waist 

 “Okay” you whispered, your head fallen back as he sucked lightly at the skin on your neck, biting lightly as his hands slid up from your hips to your face, cupping your jaw as he placed his lips onto yours and moved them, a slow passionate kiss taking place between the two of you 

 “Come on, we should go” he spoke against your lips, pulling back before anything got too heated
Opening the passenger seat door letting you get in before closing it and going around to get in the drivers side putting his seat belt on and starting up the engine The drive back to Joe’s was silent, his hand sitting on your thigh as tension filled the air
Your only wish for tonight was to show him how much you truly loved him and luckily for you he felt the same 

 You felt a yourself growing wetter throughout the drive as you glanced over to see Joe’s ever growing bulge through his trousers
You melted into the passenger seat when he began massaging your thigh softly with his hand, running it lightly up and down it 

 By the time you got to Joe’s you were aching for him, the growing wetness between your legs worse than before
He brought you to his room and stood in front of you, letting out a deep sigh as he looked you over 

 “you are truly beautiful” he spoke out walking around so he was behind you, his hand going up and pulling the cold zipper down on your dress making a shiver run through you as he let your dress fall to the floor, he moved your hair to one side of your neck as he lowered his head and nuzzled it into your neck, his lips placing chaste kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone and sucking lightly once again 

 “Joe” you let out a shaky breath as he hummed against your neck before turning you around to face him, running his hands down your arms ad stopping on your hips, pulling you closer to him as your arms went around his neck as he hugged you, his head going into your neck once more as yours rested on his chest, rocking you both from side to side as you sighed into him
He pulled away before pecking your lips as he let your hands wonder his shirt, undoing the buttons on the way down before reaching the bottom and sliding your hands up his abs, pushing his shirt off of his broad shoulders and placing light, feathery kisses there
Your hands went down once more, pulling the zip off his jeans down before letting them fall to the floor so he could step out of them 

 You took the time to admire him, the work he had been putting in for his diet and going to the gym had paid of, seeing him achieving a goal he’s been looking at for a while is enough to make your heart burst with love 

 He moved so he could push you against the wall lightly, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist grinding into your slowly, a breathless whimper slipping from your mouth at the feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed core
He moved and laid you on the bed, hovering over you and placing his lips on yours, one hand running down the bare skin of your waist and the other lifting your upper body up to release the clasp of your bra and throwing it off of the bed before letting your body fall back into the mattress
 He placed kisses down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses around your nipple before attaching them to it and running hip tongue around it as one of his hands massage your other breast slowly making you whimper slightly under him, your hands pulling on his hair making him groan out against you before switching over and doing the same on the other, he kissed up and sucked the skin above and around them leaving small but prominent love bits every few minutes 

 He continued on a trail down, kissing down your stomach until he reached the line of your panties continuing to your dripping center before placing one single open mouthed kiss against you before hooking his fingers on the edge of them and slowly dragging them down your legs placing kisses up your thighs as he reached your core blowing on it sending shivers up your spine as his hot breath hit you
One of your hands tangling it’s self in his hair whilst the other laced through his as he licked a bold, slow strip from your entrance to your clit making a loud moan slip from your mouth and your hand to pull at his hair slightly making a low groan vibrating through your body as he attached his mouth around your clit before sucking lightly, two of his fingers entered you suddenly moving slowly in and out of you curling up, lightly pressing against your special spot making his name mixed with a moan leave your mouth at the feeling
His thumb ran over the top of your hand as he placed a chaste kiss on to your core before kneeling up and laying over you to kiss you, his fingers still curling into you again as his lips moved against yours his tongue sliding into your mouth moving against yours as you could taste your self on him 

 For him pleasuring you was more than enough to get himself off, he loved to give especially to you so watching you unravel underneath him made his cock throb at the sight of it
You grabbed his arm and took his fingers out of you, and pushed him off of you and sliding his boxers down his legs, throwing them to the side and straddling his legs and sliding one of your hands down cock, a soft grip taking place there as you lead down and placed a kiss on the tip before lowering your mouth down, your hand sliding up and down the part your couldn’t reach with your mouth 

 He moaned out loudly, a mixture of profanities leaving his lips before you took your lips off of him and got a condom from the bedside table and sliding it on him, a groan leaving his mouth as you did
He flipped you over after that, lacing one of his hands with yours and the other guided his cock down your slit, circling around your cult before he slowly pushed into you, your back arching slightly at the feeling as his other hand laced with your other before lifting them above your head and pulling out of you before thrusting back in 

 The slow movements mixed with the pleasure sent him into a daze as he moved in and out of you attaching his lips onto yours, releasing them when ever you had to let out a moan or a whimper His took his hands from yours and brought them to your legs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist, his arms went either side of your head your arms snaking around his neck as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, attaching his lips and sucking at the skin there lightly as you moaned out at the new angle 
Slow, deep thrusts filling you up the whole time your name falling out of his lips as little whimpers into your neck as he began to get close to finishing, his breath hot on your neck making you flustered as you moaned out his name once more
He thrusted into you once more, his deep cock hitting your spot straight away making you moan out and release on to him, your nails scratching down his back at the intensity of the orgasm as he released into the condom a few shallow thrusts later after riding out both of your orgasms and threw the condom away

He put on a pair of clean boxers before throwing you one of his shirts letting you sit up and put it on before lying under the covers, him joining you shortly after Wrapping his arms around you as you cuddled into his side feeling the warmth radiate off of him, nuzzling your head into his neck 

 "I truly do love you" he whispered before kissing your head making you smile into his neck 

“I love you too” your replied before drifting off into a deep sleep, gently running his finger tips up your back and arms as he sat and thought to himself, looking down at you and questioning how he ever got so lucky

Single Bed Final Part

HELLO! Guys I’m sorry for my little hiatus, but it’s really nice to be back! Anyway, a LOT of you people asked for more parts to Single Bed so here’s the last part. I hope it lived up to your expectations. Enjoy!

Warnings: mission, injury, fluff, language, teeny weensy bit of angst

Summary: You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while, pushing you to think about what he means to you.

Part 2

Originally posted by coporolight

You jumped when Bucky’s phone rang on the table by the window. Before you could get up to answer it, Bucky was already walking past you and telling you to sit down while he finished adjusting the zipper on his suit. 

You listened to him mumble to whoever was on the line, probably Coulson, as you tried to ignore Bucky eyeing you. His concern for you was evident, but you would rather forget about your little outburst. It was far from the professional partner you had always been and you tried to hide your embarrassment behind your now steady composure.

You almost laughed when you heard Bucky’s quiet sigh and watched his gaze rise to the ceiling. You knew he was getting impatient when he glued his hand to his hip and you could only imagine what Coulson was rambling about on the other line. 

“Yes, sir. Goodbye-” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath when Coulson kept talking. You laughed quietly, knowing well how Bucky hated talking on the phone. He looked over at you and rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, still listening intently to what Coulson had to say.

You figured the main reason for Coulson’s call was the arrival of the Quinjet that would take you and Bucky back to the tower. You set your bag on the bed and finished gathering your things so you’d be ready to go when Bucky finally got off the phone. You zipped your bag and leaned against the wall, wishing for once that Phil wasn’t such a talker. You were beyond ready to crawl into your own bed and sleep the rest of the day away. 

“Yes, sir,” Bucky said again as he turned to you with rolling eyes. He walked across the room to you, wedging the phone between his ear and his shoulder so both his hands would be free.

“Yes, sir,” he mumbled when he landed in front of you, his focus on your suit. You looked down and watched his rough hands fumble with one of the black straps. He clicked it and tightened it, then rested his hands on your hips. His gaze slowly drifted up your leather and spandex covered figure, stopping when his eyes met yours. You forgot he was on the phone until again he murmured, “Yes, sir,” and turned away from you to toss his phone in his bag. 

“The jet’s on the roof. You ready?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yeah.” You wondered why Bucky was acting so weird this morning. He spoke to you twice as much as you were used to and normally, he would never touch you unless it was absolutely necessary. Only to push you out of the way of danger or clean a wound. His touches had never lingered before and your mind raced as you threw your bag over your shoulder and clicked your earpiece into place. You walked out the door of the hotel room and started down the hall toward the elevator. 

“This way,” Bucky said from behind you as his fingers found yours and pulled you in the other direction. As if it was a mistake, he quickly pulled his hand away and stuffed it in his pocket. After clearing his throat he said, “The stairs go up to the roof.”

“Oh.”

You replayed the scenes from the last few days in your head, trying to figure out what made such a change in your partner. Sure, he told you about his feelings, but he thought you were asleep. Once again, your thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door to the roof to see Maria.

You absently greeted her and barely listened to her instructions and information about the ride and when you’d be landing. The second your eyes landed on the jet your stomach started to churn and your heart began to pound hard enough to shake your entire body.

You tried to ignore your nerves and headed straight for the small cabin. You took your bag off your shoulder, but before you could toss it above your seat, strong hands were already taking it from you. You turned to see Bucky beside you, easily tucking it into place next to his.

“I can do it,” you argued, sliding into the seat by the window.

He didn’t answer, but simply sat next to you and clicked his seat belt into place. “Maria said we’ll land in 3 hours.”

You hummed, tightening your seat belt, and looked straight ahead at the seat back in front of you, lacing your fingers together.

“Why don’t you close your eyes for a while?”

“Hm?”

“Go to sleep,” Bucky said. “It’ll make the trip go by faster.”

“I’m fine,” you said, straightening in your seat. 

“(Y/N), you’re overtired and afraid of planes-”

“Then you know I can’t fall asleep on one.”

Bucky’s hand gently landed on your knee and stopped it from bouncing on its own. “Just try. I’ll be right here next to ya until we land.”

You sighed and slid down in your seat, curling up the best you could into the arm of the chair. You felt yourself drifting when you heard Bucky mutter, “A SHIELD agent afraid of planes. Who even hired you?”

“Your best friend did, icy,” you threw back, playfully smacking him before returning to your curled position. You heard him chuckle softly before the jet took off toward the tower. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

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“(Y/N), wake up. We’re gonna land in a minute,” Bucky said, gently rubbing your shoulder.

“My favorite part,” you said, straightening in your seat. 

“Just put your seat belt on,” Bucky said, smirking at you.

“Never took it off.”

 He chuckled and the rest of the ride went by in silence. You looked anywhere but out the window until you felt the wheels of the plane touch the ground. When the plane slid to a stop, you followed Bucky out of the seat and pulled your bag out of the compartment.

“Coulson wants to see you both for the report when you get inside,” Maria said, poking her head into the cabin.

“Thanks, Maria,” you said. 

“Haven’t killed ya yet, (Y/N),” she teased with an affectionate smile. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, shaking your head and listening to Bucky’s low chuckle.

When Maria left, you stretched your arms above your head and yawned, saying, “I actually fell asleep on a plane. Wow.”

“Are you saying I’m right and I cured your fear?” Bucky asked over his shoulder. 

“You’re never right, but if you cured my fear I really owe you one,” you said following him down the hall of the cabin and up to the exit. 

As he was about to walk out onto the steps of the jet, Bucky suddenly turned around and held the door frame, barring you inside and almost making you run into him.

Your brow furrowed, waiting for an explanation. You watched his eyes close and chest fill with a deep breath. “I heard what you said last night, (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened and your blood ran cold as you thought about what that meant. Did you really mean it? Would you have to leave the team? Would Bucky leave the team? Is that what Coulson was talking to him on the phone about this morning? Would you be assigned another partner? Before you could piece anything together, Bucky continued, seeming as terrified as you were.

“And I know you must have heard what I said. And I meant it. But I don’t think either of us were ready for the other to hear it yet.” He lowered his arms and stood a little straighter, adjusting his bag on his arm and clearing his throat. “We could leave it all on the plane. Walk away and pretend it never happened.”

“Is that what you want?”

He sighed and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, his smile just big enough to touch his eyes. “I meant what I said, but I just don’t know if I… can. I mean, Steve is the only person I’ve spoken to about anything other than a mission in 70 years. I just don’t know if this would- I don’t wanna screw this up, I mean, we’re partners here, and-”

“Buck.”

“What?”

You held back a giggle. “Let’s just go do this report and then we’ll order a pizza from that place you and Steve used to go to when you were kids and we’ll talk about anything other than missions. And we’ll figure it out from there?”

“Okay.” Bucky followed you down the stairs and toward the entrance to the tower. “We could just skip the report.”

“No we can’t. We got what we needed, it’ll be quick.”

“Nothing is quick with Coulson,” Bucky groaned as you giggled and walked into the tower. 

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Imagine traveling to New York without Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B Is here, and I know it hasn’t been a day but Part A was short and this one is a quick continuation before we move on to the exciting parts in Part 4A. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, and ‘Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist; ‘Something Blue’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A)

Ava and Sebastian sat outside your dressing room, drinking bubbly and eating cake while you tried on your first dress. It was a Vera Wang ball gown; a brand you’d thought you’d never see let alone try on. The salesperson had recommended it, along with a few others that she’d say she’d bring to you as soon as you were ready for them. The service was great, which was a perk considering it was a fancy boutique and you were Chris Evans’ fiancé. Even the bubbly and cake were complimentary, which your shopping partners were incredibly happy about. You were pregnant and unable to drink, and cake wasn’t something you felt like eating so Ava and Sebastian kindly offered to take your share off your hands. They were having a grand old time outside while you struggled behind the door to get inside the cupcake they called a dress. It was stunning, yes, but it was not particularly easy to put on which was why-

“Fuck!” Ava and Sebastian jumped up when they heard you cuss along with a loud thud. You’d stepped on the overflowing material, fell forward, and whacked your forehead against the mirror. The two of them lowered their champagne flutes and cake plates, and rushed to the door. “Owww.” You rubbed your forehead, wincing. “Stupid dress,” you muttered bitterly, slapping the puffy material that looked innocent resting around your legs when it was an extreme tripping hazard. You could imagine yourself wearing that on your wedding day, at least not if you wanted to get down the aisle in one piece.

“Are you okay?” Ava knocked on the door, sharing a worried look with Sebastian. They both knew their consequences if you came home with an injury of any sort, they’d gotten a text from Chris upon your arrival: “keep my bride safe, return her to me without so much as a scratch.” It was mostly humorous, but there was some sense of seriousness; you were carrying a child now. “Babe, do you need some help?”

“I needed help five minutes ago,” you grumbled as the door swung open. Ava pressed her lips together, whereas Sebastian tried not to laugh. “This is a real tripping hazard.” You picked up as much of the puffy material as you could, taking careful steps so you couldn’t trip and fall face first. “Can you finish zipping me up?” You asked Ava and she nodded, doing as you’d asked. “I could only reach so far.”

“There you go.” She zipped and tucked the zipper behind the little slit. “Wow,” she breathed, admiring your reflection as you did the same. Sebastian moved behind her, hugging her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. He smiled because not only did you look beautiful, he was imagining a time when it would be his fiancé’s turn. “That is so pretty, you look so good.”

“It is very pretty,” you nodded in agreement then sighed.

“What is it?” Ava asked, pulling away from Sebastian to join your side. “You look great in it,” she complimented, adjusting the skirt surrounding your lower half. “And if you’re worried about the baby bump, it’s not like the wedding is far away. You won’t have a baby bump by then, I mean- look at you, your genes will hide the fact that you’re pregnant until five months. That’s what happened for your mom, I have no doubt it’ll happen for you too.”

“I’m not worried about the baby bump, I’m worried about falling face first in this thing.” You turned and said, then laughed when they did. “I already fell trying to put it on, can you imagine adding heels to the picture? No thanks,” you shook your head then turned back to your reflection in the mirror. “As pretty as this is, it’s not me.”

“That’s okay,” Ava helped you with the zip and the dress as she walked you back to the dressing room. “This is only the first one, there are a gazillion more waiting to be tried on. Just take that off and I’ll go grab you another. Do you want to try another Vera Wang, or do you want to move down your list of designers?”

“Honestly,” you chuckled. “I don’t care who the designer is as long as the dress suits me.” Ava smiled and nodded, taking Sebastian’s hand. You closed the door behind you as they went in search of another dress for you. It was surprisingly easier to get out of the dress than it was to get in. You slipped on the complimentary silk robe and walked out to sit on the lounge, grabbing your phone off the table to text Chris.

Tried one, didn’t suit. Ava and Seb are getting me a new one.

Your phone chimed not seconds after you sent your message and you felt your heart ache slightly knowing Chris was just waiting by the phone to talk to you. You wished he could’ve been here too, but you didn’t want to break traditions and ruin the biggest surprise for a groom on their wedding day. You read his response: “Wow, you’re trusting Sebastian Stan to pick your wedding dress?” And you felt slightly better, knowing he could still joke.

Sebastian has great taste, he is marrying my best friend after all.

And I’m marrying you, but I still have a stylist. So what’s your point?

You giggled and typed a response as you wandered away from the couch, absentmindedly browsing the dresses in your vicinity. You believed the rack you were browsing was a rack of Elie Saab, a designer you’d loved for a while now. You always saw his dresses as works of art, so delicate and intricate in its designs. Just as you were about to hit send, you glanced away from your phone to look at the dress you were feeling the material of. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and you quickly lowered your phone onto the carpet floor to pull the dress from the rack. There was no way; you’d found the exact dress you looked at while describing the wedding dress for your mini-series. How this dress was still available after so many seasons had passed was beyond you, but you needed to try it on. God, you hoped it was in your size.

You were so excited, you left your phone on the floor and quickly rushed into the dressing room to try it on. You held you breath the entire time, from the second you slipped into the gown to the moment you had to zip yourself into it. You finally breathed when you realized it was a perfect, like- an absolutely perfect, fits-like-a-glove, it-was-made-for-you fit.

“Why did you put your phone on the ground, Y/N?” You heard Ava ask. “Here, put it in her bag.” She passed it to Sebastian who was hanging the dresses he’d gotten with Ava on the empty rack they provided for you to hang all your try-ons. “Babe, there this one that I think- Oh my God,” Ava gasped when she saw you exit the dressing room. “Is that…”

“The dress I’ve been in-love with since I was sixteen, yes,” you nodded eagerly. “I found it over there and it’s a perfect fit, Ava.” You walked over to the mirror with absolute ease unlike the first one and almost whimpered at the sight of yourself. “Isn’t it amazing?” You looked at her through the mirror; her lips were still parted in awe. “Tell me it’s not meant to be.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head, walking over to you. “This dress is clearly made for you, like- oh my God, I can’t see you in anything else on the twenty-eighth of September. I really, really can’t.” You turned around, squealing. “Chris is going to lose his mind when he sees you walk down the aisle.”

“Oh, definitely.” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “I think we can call it a day ‘cause Ava’s right, there is nothing in here that will suit you better than that dress you have on now.” You smiled, mouthing a 'thank you’. “Can you do me a favor though?” He held up your phone, trying not to laugh and you knew he’d read Chris’ text. “Tell him I found that dress?”

“Sure thing,” you laughed.

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Part 4A

Flirty friends ♡ Ethan & Grayson

Request: ‘‘Hey can you do an imagine where the twins and reader have been best friends for a long time and they both have feelings for the reader and always say flirty things to reader. Thanks‘’

Response: Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy ♡ I actually was giggling while writing this, just imagine the twins having a crush on you…

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

You had been friends with the twins for over four years now. You became friends when you met them in freshman year, high school. You could always laugh and have a great time hanging out with them. You guys were such good friends that you saw them more like brothers than friends. Through the years the twins had became really famous, but the good thing was that your friendship never changed. The only thing was that the twins had some feelings for you. They never had told you that directly, but you could just tell by the way they would sometimes look at you and the things they sometimes would say to you. You didn’t really mind, though. As long as they didn’t fight about you or asked you on a date, you were totally cool with it. Although the twins were really attractive, you just didn’t see them the way most of their fans did.

Today you decided to go to the mall to go shopping, just because you needed to pick up some things. The twins really wanted to come with you, and because they always made things 20 times nicer you were really excited. You planned on meeting them this afternoon.

‘Hey Y/N!’ You hear someone call your name, so you turn around to see who it is. Your two best friends walk up to you. ‘Hey,’ you say with a goofy smile. Because of your height you look like a younger sister when you’re standing next to them. Ethan and Grayson look very happy to see you. ‘Come here,’ Ethan greets you with a big smile. He gives you a hug, which lasts a little longer than normal. You can smell his cologne. It smells nice. ‘Alright E, I want to give her a hug too,’ Grayson says, and the next moment you’re in Graysons arms. ‘So good to see you guys. How have you been?!’ you ask, after you liberate yourself from his arms. Ethan strokes a hand through his fluffy hair. ‘Oh you know, making videos and just…’ He looks at Grayson, who completes his scentence. ‘…enjoying life.’ You grin. ‘Sounds nice. I wish I didn’t have to go school and could just make videos with my twin sibling.’ Ethan and Grayson laugh. ‘Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.’ You grab them by the arms and start walking towards the mall.

The first store you went to was H&M. You really liked that store; they always had cute clothes for an affordable prize. After getting a pair of jeans and a dress (that the twins had chosen for you) you go into the fitting room. First you try out the black jeans. After putting them on you look at yourself in the mirror. ‘Y/N, what’s taking you so long? Show us!’ you hear Ethan say. ‘Hm… Not so sure about this one…’ you say hesitantly. ‘I’m sure you look great. Come out!’ Grayson says ecouragingly. ‘Alright then,’ you say and you slide the curtain aside. You see Ethan and Grayson lying down on a couch, staring at you with big eyes. Ethan whistles. ‘Gotta be honest Y/N, you got a nice ass in that jeans,’ Grayson chuckles. ‘Shut up,’ you say, laughing it off, but you feel your cheeks getting warm. ‘I think it looks pretty okay. Should I buy it?’ you ask the twins, but you already knew what they would answer. ‘Yes, definitely,’ Ethan says. ‘Without a doubt,’ Grayson agrees.

With blushing cheeks you go back into the fitting room. You know that the twins always were really flirty, but you never blushed at things they said. Today you did, and you had no clue why. You take the jeans off and try on the dress. The dress was blue with long sleeves, and you thought it looked really cute. It was a little tight, making it show off your body, which you didn’t think was that bad. The only thing that was bad was the fact that you couldn’t manage to close the zipper on your back. ‘Damn… Just… HMPF,’ you mutter, struggling with the dress. It just would not close. You had to ask for help. ‘Eh, can somebody maybe help me?’ you ask, and immediately you hear Ethan and Grayson jumping off the couch. ‘Let me know do it, Gray,’ you hear Ethan whisper. ‘No, I want to do it,’ Grayson whispers back. You giggle.

The curtain gets shoved away and Graysons head pops up, eyebrows raised. ‘Could you maybe zip my back?’ you ask. ‘Yeah sure,’ Grayson says and you turn around to let him do the thing. You feel his warm breath in your neck, causing you to get goosebumps. It almost feels like he’s doing it very slowly on purpose. ‘There you go,’ he says and he squeezes your butt. ‘Grayson!’ You turn around. You’re just in time to see his eyes flicker up from your butt to your eyes. He bites his lip. ‘What?’ You laugh and sigh. ‘I can’t believe you just did that. You can’t do that again, you know that, right?’ Grayson looks at you innocently. ‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N.’ ‘Oh my god…’ you roll your eyes. He smirks and winks at you. ‘You look amazing.’ Then you see Ethans head popping up from behind the curtain. ‘What’s going on in here?’ Grayson and you look at eachother and can’t help but burst out into laughter.

3. “It’s about damn time!”

A/N: HEYOOOO. Numbers 1. “Oh my god, you’re in love with her” and 2. “You’re too good for this world” are here. I’m going off of zis list here. Finals suck, but here I am not studying for them. That being said, this one is a tad shorter than my usual. Enjoy xx

You’d think, after four years of being together after being together for two in college, that Beca and Chloe would’ve tied the knot by now. Nope. They haven’t. The idiots weren’t even engaged yet. 

Everyone had always assumed Beca would’ve been the one to pop the question first, and Beca assumed Chloe was the one who was gonna pop the question first. So really, the last six years have just been a mess of confusion. But, regardless, they had each other and that’s all they really cared about.

Aubrey and Jesse’s wedding had rolled around and it gave everyone an excuse to get back together for a weekend. There would be an unhealthy amount of booze, what Beca had hoped a jacuzzi tub in their hotel room, and copious amounts of talking shit about how high strung Aubrey was until she started banging Jesse. Ahh family bonding.

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Closer (Asa Butterfield x reader)

Anonymous said: i know you’re kinda busy but I would love an imagine where Asa and the reader are a couple and theyre picking him up from the airport but as theyre walking home he proposes or something?? idk, fluffy stuff i guess 💕thank youuu 😊


Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! x

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What a Hoot! (Bokuto roommate AU)

《This posted wrong the first time I uploaded it I hate myself P.S. thanks to the babe who pointed it out》

He was woken up by the clumsy slam of a door.
It had to be at least three in the morning. Koutarou knew this because every night for the past week, Tetsurou has been slamming away on his keyboard, religiously typing out extra credit essays to push his GPA from a 3.943 up to a 4.0. He’d go at it from the time he ate dinner, to two o’clock in the morning, and judging by the fact that no clicks or disgruntled sighs were coming from the room next door, it was late as hell.
As much as it pained him to get out of bed, he did, rubbing tired, sore eyes as he sat on the edge of his bed for a moment. Along with the clicking, came the slamming. Later and later every night he’d hear keys jingle, and a door swing open, and for a week now, he’s let it slide. This time, though, he wouldn’t let her go without an explanation.
He slipped off the edge of bed and took two steps into the kitchen, staring at her tiredly for a moment before she noticed his presence. She paused like a deer in headlights, half empty water bottle still up against her lips.
“__, what the hell.” He muttered, voice deep and raspy. She looked horrendously confronted, slowly lifting the bottle away from her mouth and swallowing what was left in her mouth with a deep gulp.
“Uh, good morning?” 


Koutarou sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t like seeing his friends like this, not one bit. Messy hair and tired eyes, skin lacking its usual glow. He hated every last bit of seeing her a wreck.
“Is it your stupid job again?”
She nodded, holding her shirt closer to her chest. In fact, it wasn’t even her shirt, it was a sweatshirt she stole from him back in freshman year of college, which made no sense as to why she’d be wearing it to work.
“__, where are you even working?” He pondered, taking steps closer to her and leaning up against the countertop at her side. “You’re not a stripper, are you?”
She looked up at him, even more horrified than before, and shivered, almost out of disgust.
“I’m offended you’d even consider me to stoop that low.”
“Explain why you come home with a pocket full of tips every night, then?”
She gave no response, but flinched when Koutarou removed a stack of bills from her sweatshirt pocket. He whistled, flipping through it with his thumb.
“I don’t make this much in a week. You’ve gotta be a stripper.”
“I’m so not a stripper!” She argued, poking him in the side and swiping the stack back. “I just get a lot of tips.”
Koutarou groaned, lazily, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her along with him. “C’mon, I’m holding you hostage in my bedroom until you tell me what you’re doing with your life.”
She didn’t argue, following him and sitting on the side of his bed whilst he turned the bedroom light on. He plopped down next to her, old mattress creaking, and slung an arm around her shoulder.
“__, if you don’t tell me what you are I’m gonna cry.”
“You are not going to cry.”
“__, I am going to cry. Watch me, I will.” He cocked her head to the side and looked her in the eyes, holding up a stern look long enough to get her to giggle.
“Why do you need to know so bad!” She exclaimed, shoving his chest playfully.
“I dunno, uh, maybe it’s because I care about my best friends health and safety and the fact that she’s coming home every night at three with a huge wad of cash is making me think she’s into prostitution or drugs?” Koutarou furrowed his eyebrows, his grip on her shoulder growing tighter.
“__, what’s under these clothes?” He pondered.
“Uh, underwear?”
“You don’t work in my old sweatshirt.”
“Maybe I change out of my work clothes there.”
“Why, is it ‘cause you wear a costume?” He popped his lips and shook her shoulder lightly. “C’mon, __, tell me. Tell me ple-ease?” He was practically whining at this point, the high of being awake at such late hours was not helping the situation. She groaned, tussling with her hair before slumping over.
“If I tell you, do you promise not to say anything?”
“Whaddaya mean?”
“Like, no screaming, no… hooting. No telling Tetsurou or Keiji because I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it from either of them.”
Koutarou nodded to her every word, and sat there as she slowly stood up. She began pulling down the zipper of her sweatshirt, and Koutarou winced. He averted his eyes, and for a moment, sat there in silence.
“Kou, what the hell was that for?” She said.
“You said you had nothing underneath!” He exclaimed.
She chuckled, almost, quickly zipping down the rest of the sweatshirt and throwing it on his balled up state.
“I was lying, silly. You can look, I promise I’m not naked.”
Koutarou slowly lifted his head from the crook of his arm, and almost immediately wished he could put it back. There had to be a blush on his cheeks, absolutely, because he could feel the burning at the tips of his ears. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you where I work.” She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. “You happy now, buddy?”
Koutarou just nodded, taking one last good look at her before breaking down into a fit of giggles into his pillow.
“Oh, c’mon, it isn’t that funny.” She whined, plopping back down on the bed and cuddling up next to his shaking state. He looked over at her, tears welled up in his eyes, and between staggered breaths he managed to whisper, “You work at Hooters.”
“Yes, I know that buddy, and this is exactly why I’ve been hiding it from you for a year.”
Koutarou managed to compose himself, wiping stray tears away from his eyes.
“You look so hot but so ridiculous at the same time.” He whispered, before breaking down laughing at the same time. “The place you work at… is like my two favorite things in one.”
“What?”
“Owls and tits.” He snorted. She gaped up at him before smacking him on his bicep, leaving him laughing even harder.
“Hey, hey, __.” He giggled, looking down on her with a coy smirk. She was clearly unamused, eyebrows furrowed in exhaustion. This was clearly the last thing she wanted as of right now, but Koutarou could care less.
“What.” She whined.
“Your wings may be boneless, but I know where all the bones went.” He continued smirking at her until she started giggling, eyes shut miserably as she shook.
“I’ve never hated anyone more in my life.” She whispered, sending him a nasty look out of the corner of her eye.
“You don’t mean that, do you?” He muttered, grin slowly fading. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, wrapping her arms around his torso and nuzzling up against him.
“No, I don’t. You’re my favorite person on Earth.” She sniffled. “But make one more dick, tit, or owl pun and so help me, I’ll kick you out of this apartment.” She nodded, accepting her embrace and returning it, leaning over to his nightstand to shut off the lights.
“You wanna sleep here tonight?” He asked. “I don’t mind if you don’t, I know you’re kind of a night owl.”
Through the dark, she whined, but Koutarou only giggled.
“What a hoot!”
“Stop it!”

Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: Again thank you for your support, and I apologise for those I offended/upset. As always the warning of pain/angst remains, even if it’s got some happy moments too. Buckle in people this whole story is a crazy roller coaster ride. Now enjoy yourselves, and hopefully I’ll be back to post something next week!

Chapter 7: Past and Present.

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anonymous asked:

could you pretty please write something where youre best friends with harry and he finds out you have a crush on him from someone else?? xx

Hello, love! This is the first thing  that came to me. I could have run with it in a few directions, and could have done some smut, but chose to keep it clean and fluffy. I hope it fulfills at least a bit of what you were looking for. x. 

001. Camping

The camping trip had been going well until Jack – big-mouthed Jack, whom you’re not sure why Harry has hung onto when he’d stolen his girlfriend – had said, “Of course she thinks that, you tosser, she fancies you,” when all you’d said was no, you didn’t think Harry’s new tattoo was the stupidest one he had.

The stupidest one was the one on his big toe. (Big. Honestly.)

In retrospect, the two fingers you’d thrown up in the air at Jack had probably been a reason for the catcalls and Harry’s suddenly unwavering and curious stare at you over the bottle in his hand.

“What’s this?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrows.

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| Advice

Pairing: Bellamy x reader
Request: “Hey can I request a Bellamy x reader request where the reader is the person that all of the 100 open up to and she helps them and tells them quotes to help. Bellamy sneekly asks her for advice about her so he can admit how he feels x”

Word count: 2169
Approximate reading time: 11 minutes
Warnings: None really! Maybe some light use of language

A/N: I got a bit carried away with this one, it’s almost twice as long as my usual imagines but I just loved this request SOOO MUCH!!! so thank you for the request!! I had a lot of fun writing it! (Also just thought I’d mention that if you requested something awhile ago, it will be posted. I’ve just been very busy lately and I’m a perfectionist so it always takes me a long time to write, since I never think it’s good enough and I’m always making changes to my writing but I’m pretty happy with how this one came out!! So I hope you all love it!!) xx

Since you arrived on earth, you became the person everyone went to for advice. Everyone pretty much thought of you as the camp “therapist” which to be fair you didn’t mind. You’d always loved helping people, it was in your nature and you became really great at it over time.
From emotional support to relationship advice, you were always there for everyone. Except one person, Bellamy Blake. It wasn’t that you never wanted to help him, in fact you actually wished Bellamy would come to you for advice.
You always had a bit of a crush on Bellamy, well a pretty big crush, but you were always too afraid to tell him.


You first met him when you arrived on earth, somehow never meeting him on the ark, but as soon as you got to know him you began to develop a pretty major crush. The boy is gorgeous and behind his tough exterior you knew he was sweet and kind. But he never came to you for advice and you couldn’t figure out why. Sure Bellamy always thought about his “reputation” and perhaps talking to you about his feelings wasn’t “manly” enough for him. But even if he didn’t come to you for advice, he often avoided you. At least it felt like he was avoiding you, every time the two of you got to talking for more than 5 minutes, he would get flustered and quickly say he had to leave to do something. You couldn’t figure out why, but you hoped it wasn’t because he didn’t like you. Bellamy was always super intimidating… hot, but still super intimidating. So you never wanted to approach him and directly ask him if he needed to talk to you about anything, so you just went about your days helping everyone else.


One night, while you were in your tent, laying on your bed, reading. You heard a deep voice call you from outside.


“Y/n? You in here” Bellamy’s voice bellowed from outside your tent door.


Slightly startled, you closed your book and quickly hopped off your bed making your way over to the tent door.

“Yeah I’m here! just a sec!”
You enthusiastically spoke, not realizing how excited you sounded to see him until after you spoke. You couldn’t help it, Bellamy rarely initiated conversations with you, so you couldn’t wait to hear what he had to say.

You slightly shook your head at how ridiculous you sounded, hoping he didn’t hear the enthusiasm in your voice. You quickly unzipped your tent door, Looking up to see Bellamy’s tall frame standing in front of you.

“Hey what’s up?” You softly spoke as you smiled up at Bellamy, trying not to be too obvious about how happy you were to see him.


“Uhh listen, can I talk to you for a minute.”
Bellamy spoke, his voice sounding slightly shaky.


“Yeah! Of course you can, come in!” You replied as you moved away from the entrance of your tent, to allow Bellamy to step in.

He slightly ducked down to get through your doorway, making you realize just how tall he was. He made his way over to where you were now sat on your bed, sitting beside you but leaving a fair amount of distance between the two of you, to your disappointment.


“So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” you spoke while avoiding eye contact. As you awkwardly looked anywhere but his eyes, you didn’t notice that Bellamy was staring at you.


His heart was beating out of his chest, he was convinced you could hear it as he slowly began to work up the courage to finally tell you what he came there for.


Bellamy was set on coming to your tent to let you know about his feelings for you, that he was so utterly in love with you he couldn’t stand it anymore. His thoughts rushing through his head, fear getting the better of him, he changed his mind and finally spoke.


“So I need your help with something, I need advice I guess?”


“Oh.. alright go ahead” You replied, your voice softening even more. Looking up to his face you noticed he looked slightly nervous, you placed your hand on his shoulder giving him a reassuring nod telling him to continue. You were calm on the outside but inside your head you were freaking out, Bellamy was finally coming to you for advice.


Bellamy couldn’t help but immediately tense as you placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, he was so nervous being around you as it was, that you just simply placing your hand on him made his heart flutter.
Taking in a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, Bellamy finally spoke.


“okay so here’s the thing, there’s this girl. She’s incredible and I wanna ask her out but every time I try i get nervous and chicken out. She’s just so god damn beautiful I can’t stay calm around her.”


Your heart sunk, it may have even stopped for a minute as you heard Bellamy speak those words aloud. You were shocked and close to tears, just thinking about how stupid you’d been, falling for him when clearly he would never like a girl like you.

You held in your emotions, Bellamy completely clueless as to what you were thinking. Your hand finally slipping from his shoulder, You spoke up.


“Oh wow, that’s great! Um… I mean I don’t really know what to tell you. Really I’m pretty bad at relationship advice.”

You blatantly lied, you didn’t want to lie to him but it would kill you to tell him to just go out and tell this girl.

Seeing the slight disappointment on his face, you continued.

“Uhh but I could.. try and give you the best advice I have I guess.”


“That’d be great” Bellamy spoke smiling down at you, a look of relief on his face.


“Ok so um, honestly I think you should just go for it. I know it’s scary but I mean it sounds like you really love her and if she says no she isn’t good enough for you anyway. But really don’t think too much about it, I doubt she’d say no she’d have to be crazy to, because really you’re great!”
You told him, trying to sound as supportive and enthusiastic as possible.


You had to admit it wasn’t your best advice but the boy didn’t even need it. He could ask out any girl in the entire camp and they would all say yes in a heartbeat, he had nothing to worry about. But you did, you couldn’t stand the thought of him being in love with someone, when you so desperately wished it was you.


“Thanks y/n, that really helped I think I’ll tell her soon!” Bellamy replied as he stood up, smiling down at you, he made his way over to the tent door to leave.


“Yeah it’s no problem, see ya” you spoke giving him a weak smile.


“Bye, Thanks again” and that was it, as he walked out of your tent leaving you to your thoughts.


You quietly got up and zipped the tent door closed, slipping into your pyjamas and turning off your lantern that illuminated the dark room. You let yourself sink into bed under your cold sheets, a wave of sadness washing over you. A few slow tears made their way down your face, staining your cheeks, as you fell asleep.


You woke up the next morning with the sun shining into your eyes from a small part where the zipper of your tent door wasn’t fully closed. Rubbing your puffy, tired eyes, you slowly rose off of your bed, stepping onto the cold ground beneath your tent. You quickly changed into your clothes, knowing you’d have a lot of work to do around camp, like everyday.
Slipping your shoes on and stepping out of your tent, you began walking towards the drop ship to see if Clarke needed any help with anything. Stepping inside, to your surprise you saw no one, not even Clarke.
The only thing you saw was a small white piece of paper stuck on the inside of the door. You were curious, so you quickly unfolded the piece of paper, beginning to read the small note.


“Y/n go to the front gates.” Was all the note read. You were confused, you had no idea who left the note and why they wanted you to go there but curiosity got the better of you. You shoved the note in your pocket and began quickly making your way to the gates.


As you arrived you were greeted by… no one. Disappointment washed over your face as you looked around in all directions, trying to see if anyone was waiting for you.
Instead of seeing someone you saw something. Another note, sitting on a small stump right outside the gates. You frowned slightly confused, you picked up the note, opening it up to read it.


“Follow the trail to your left.”
Sighing at how short the note was, you looked over to your far left to see a trail made of your favourite flowers, daisies.
Curiously turning your head to the side, you began to follow the trail that led to the door of a small underground bunker. It was one you all had previously discovered and you’d been in there before, but you were slightly worried as to why you were led there.


Kneeling down to the door, sighing as you grabbed another note that was sitting atop of it, you opened it and began to read.


“Carefully climb down the ladder”
Frowning, you slowly opened the door making your way down the ladder.
You slowly made your way forward into the dimly lit room, your hand on your gun, just incase it was some kind of trap.
As you stepped into the small amount of light your heart came to a pause. There right in front of you Bellamy was sat on the small couch, a bunch of daisies in his hand and a slightly nervous smile on his face.

“Bell? What the hell are you doing down here? What was with the notes? Why.. why am I here?” you rapidly questioned, his face slightly contorting as he slowly stood up and walked over to you, daisies in hand.


“Y/n, you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to listen ok.” Bellamy softly spoke as you lightly nodded, telling him to go ahead.


“I’m so scared to tell you this but I can’t do this anymore, I can’t see you around camp talking to other guys when all I want to do is walk up to you and kiss you and hold you and call you mine. You’re so beautiful and kind and funny and y/n, I’m so damn in love with you and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same I just… I needed to tell you and I-”


“Bellamy.. stop” you spoke placing a hand to his chest feeling his body tense at your touch.


“No… no y/n I can’t, I need to tell you thi-”

You were overwhelmed and couldn’t let him go on rambling so you quickly brought your lips to his, interrupting him. He froze at first, slightly in shock and confused as to what was going on, until he finally leaned into the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, him placing his large hands on your hips. You eventually broke the kiss and pulled away from him reluctantly, looking up to him with loving eyes.


“Woah.. I take it the feeling is mutual then?” Bellamy spoke a cocky smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah you could say that I suppose.” You replied smiling up at him.


The two of you spent the night in the bunker, talking all night. Enjoying each others company and easily carrying on a conversation, now that the two of you finally told each other how you felt. Neither of you feeling awkward around one another anymore.


The next morning the two of you began to walk back to camp hand in hand.
Making small talk along the way until you lightly giggled, causing Bellamy to look over to you.


“So the other night when you came to me for “advice” you were asking me how to ask me out?“ you laughed looking over to Bellamy who was now grinning widely.


"Well yeah.. that’s pretty embarrassing, but to be fair I was actually there to ask you out but i sort of chickened out.” Bellamy replied while laughing along with you.


“Well I’m glad you did, I loved this, it was so sweet and I love the flowers thank you.”
you spoke smiling up to him and stopping to give him a quick kiss, the two of you walking back into camp hand and hand now as a couple.

of ribbons & rosin ( cs au )

Plot: Killian is a single father, and his daughter is enrolled in Emma’s dance class. He has nobody to watch his daughter after class, and he’s often late, so Emma usually sits and talks to the girl until she is collected from the dance school.

Chapter 5, Captain Swan AU, Rating M.

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Killian had managed to get changed and had offered to lend Emma something to change into, from the princess dress she had arrived at the party wearing. She had declined and said she would change at home. When the Uber had arrived, Killian smiled apologetically to the driver, who had eyed Emma incredulously, before he had shaken his head, as if removing himself from a startled reverie before he began to drive them over to Emma’s place.

“I’m starting to this was a bad idea.” Emma winced, as she looked down to the overflowing skirts, enveloping her and Killian in the backseat of the Uber.

“Why’s that, love?”

“Because it’s just an insane dress. Like, it’s too big.”

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Faking It (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I like my language

Series Summary: When a young billionaire who’s a former friend of yours becomes the target for the Avengers, you’re sent on an undercover mission. The mission should be easy; one week on the Upper East Side with Bucky as your “boyfriend.” The only problem? The two of you can’t stand each other. 

Note: sorry I’m posting so late again. I had a lot going on today, but this part is longer than usual so hopefully it’s worth the wait?

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“No, the gift bags go over there,” you point to a table on the far end of the club, barely looking up at your tablet as you do so, “And how are we doing with the liquor license? We can’t have a club without alcohol.” You’re about to launch a full investigation when your phone rings. Seeing that it’s Steve, you glance desperately at Bucky, silently begging him for help. He nods before going to oversee some of the million things you’re trying to do at once.

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It’s about two weeks after Dylan and Eric decided to tell Brooks about their relationship, figuring he’d find out eventually and it would be an uncontrollable shit show. So the two took the latter decision and played damage control. Brooks was of course shocked and had to sit down for about 10 minutes and actually screamed at one point. But once the shock subsided the jabs began. It was a Wednesday and Brooks was sitting at the lunch table waiting for the terrible twosome to make their appearance, the dull roar of the lunchroom playing in the background. Brooks turned his head quickly when he heard the sound of chair legs scraping against the dirty tile floors. Dylan slid his lanky frame into the flimsy plastic chair, brushing a stray curl behind his ear as he rested his elbows on the table. Soon after Eric slid into the seat beside him, wearing a high necked jacket. A snort escaped Brook’s mouth and Eric immediately fixed him with a glare.

“What’s so funny?” The short haired boy pried.

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// Don’t say I didn’t warn you - Theo Raeken //

Relationship: Theo Raeken x Reader.

Request:

@chrisevansisdaddy04: Can you make a theo raeken fanfic based on the song hurt so good by Astrid S.

Along with all y’all anons asking for a part two of Babygirl. 

And my fave @dylpicklesprays

Warnings: FWB!Theo, Oral (Female on Male), mentions of sex. 

Rating: This will probably tug on your heart strings a little oops. 18+ NSFW.

Word count: 4709 (4x part 1 lmao oops)

I highly suggest listening to this while you read as it’s pretty much based around this song: Astrid S - Hurt so good. 


“Lydia I’m telling you, nothing happened with Theo. Why do you think I’d even dream about speaking to him never mind… anything else.” Lydia had asked non-stop questions since you walked into school this morning. You were now collecting books for your locker, rushing to get what you needed for the Math and Lydia still hadn’t stopped. Since the… incident the other day at the pack meeting with Theo, Lydia was convinced she had walked into something happening between you two and was now insisting you told her. If only she knew. It wasn’t like you’d thought about it or anything… It was a slip up, something that would never happen again. You knew better. “He’s an asshole, he’s repulsive he’s-”

“Standing right behind you.” Lydia finished your sentence for you. Fuck - not like you cared that he heard or anything.

“As much as I hate to interrupt this riveting conversation, I need to speak to Y/N.” Not even waiting for an answer Theo slumps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you with him as he strolled down the quieting corridor.

“For a start, get your arm off of me.” You unwrap his arm from your shoulder. “Next you can tell me where the hell we’re going.”

Ignoring you he continues walking. “So, I’m- what was it? Repulsive?” He says, stopping in between the outside of your shared class and the janitors closet. “You weren’t saying that the other day.” He winked.

“Oh I can assure you, that won’t be happening again.”

“Good,” he shrugs with a lasting signature smirk.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

You stare at him, a blur of  blue eyes and stupid fluffy hair. You felt your nails dig into the skin of your arm, and you want to hit that stupid smirk off his face. You wanted to shake him and shove him and -

But you don’t, instead doing a totally reasonable thing.

You kiss him.

Grabbing his face, his stupid, arrogant face, and kissing him. A hard and angry kiss. It’s short, his lips barely having enough time to react before you pull back, your eyes widening in shock as you drop your hand from his cheek.

Theo blinks. “Y/N.”

You squint, because the room is spinning around you and it’s suddenly hard to see. Your lips feel fuzzy. A type of fuzzy that you don’t want, a type of fuzzy that Theo Raeken isn’t capable of providing.

“Oh, my God.” You shake your head. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

He frowns. “Seriously?”

You nudge him away from you, and take a step back, now fully visible from the classroom. You wipe at your lips, slightly swollen and red, and crosses your arms over your chest in annoyance.

“Why did you do that?” you demand.

Theo raises his eyebrows. “You’re the one who kissed me.”

“Then why did you let me do that?”

He looks at her in exasperation. His hand runs wildly through his hair, and you wonder if it would have been different, if you had gripped his hair instead of his cheek.

It doesn’t matter, you tells yourself. Stupid face. Stupid hair. Stupid Theo

***

The wheels of the rickety old train glided surprisingly silently over the tracks and coming to a halt to the next stop. The steel doors force their way open and impatiently wait for the flood of new passengers to board the already crowded carriage. Only one stop left to go home and sleep, only to be back on this very train, riding the same stops to get back to work for 9am. Honestly, you detested working Saturdays because not only could you not go out the night before but it was the day off from school that was most interesting as that’s when people did something entertaining. Unless almost getting attacked by the dread doctors is something that happens, that’s less fun. The monotone jingle of the automated default ringtone blasted from your phone, warning you a glare from the elderly man across from you. You could practically feel his judgement. Oops. A number you didn’t recognise lit up the screen and you accepted, pulling the phone to your ear. “Hello?” You questioned the other end, crossing one leg over the other in a bid to gain back the personal space that had been stolen from you during this train journey.

“Evening, Babygirl. How was work?” His smirk practically radiating through the phone. Theo Raeken, the jackass with an unreasonably pretty face. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been avoiding him since he constantly brought up the… incident that had happened in your kitchen a few weeks ago, and you’d also be lying if you said that was the only time it had happened. A girl has her weaknesses ok, yours just happened to be Theo, a person who irked you uncontrollably.

“You know I hate that name Theo.” You snarl at the “baby girl” nickname he had pinned to you.

“I don’t recall you complaining last night, sweetheart.” Well shit, he had a point there.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries of you giving a shit about my job and you can explain why are you calling me, most importantly how the hell you got my number.” You snapped, your eyes flashing for a moment. I’m pretty sure no one saw that, until you glanced back at the old man diagonal from you, now wide eyed, looking back and forth from you to the now closed train door. Oops again.

“Someone’s feisty tonight. I like it.” Theo chuckled in the other end.

“Well what can I say, I had a long day and you’re pretty much the last person I wanted to speak to.” Okay, again, small lie. As much as you liked to say you despised Theo, he was that perfect blend of smug and charming and you adored it. But, the last thing you wanted was to be putty in his hands-no matter how good he was with those hands.

“We both know that if that was the case you wouldn’t have come to me last night, in more ways than one.” Fuck you Raeken. “Anyway, you’re coming out with me tonight. Get ready, I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“And what makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?” You sighed, ignoring the smile on your face.

“Because princess, I want a date and who would pass up the opportunity to spend the night with me? And if you’re lucky we might have to have a repeat of last night. Now, get off your train and get that pretty little ass ready and I’ll be there soon.”

“You’re sure a… how did you know I’m on a train?”

“See you soon baby girl.” And with that the line went dead.

Before you knew it, it was seven thirty and Theo was knocking at the door. “You’re early, Raeken. I’m barely dressed yet.” You stood at the front door using a white towel to cover your body, only underwear underneath.

“I can see that, not like I’m complaining.” He laughed, you felt his hazel/bronze eyes lingering on your body - no, not hazel. They were just brown, and dark like his personality. He followed you to your room, perching himself on the end of your bed with a small smirk.

“Mattress is comfortable, maybe we should test it out… again.”  You mearley shake your head in response with a sigh and turn around to change. Surprisingly, you had reached a point where you were comfortable with Theo, probably more than you should be. You let the towel drop to the floor, leaving you only in underwear. “Red. I like it.” Theo’s deep voice mumbled from across the room.

Ignoring him, you pull the black dress from your left onto your body. It was a black, knee length decently tight dress that if you dared to say so yourself you looked damn good in it. You pull at the zip leading from the small of your back to the top of your spine. “A little help?” You ask and hear the wolf rise to his feet.

“With pleasure.” Theo’s breath now hot on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands resting on your hips was enough to make you forget anything you had told yourself, melting into his touch. “I love that you do that, immediately untensing when I touch you.” His large hands clasp around the tiny zipper and elegantly pulls it up, then moving his hands to snake around your waist and clasp together. His lips attached to your neck, you instinctively tilting it as he sucked on it, just enough to leave a mark when he stopped. “Almost as much as I enjoy that look of pure ecstasy when I push you over the edge. And to think, that’s just using my hands and mouth…” his phone diverts his attention and he steps away from you, leaving you longing and wishing he hadn’t.

“We should get going.” Theo said, “before I change my mind and rip that dress straight off of you.” Leaving you to wonder whether you’d rather stay with him tonight or go out as you followed him out of your room and to his truck.  

“Are you going to be a gentleman and open the door for me?” You joked to Theo.

“Are you so incompetent you can’t open the door yourself?” He fired back. “Kidding, get in.” He says, stood behind you, as he pulls the door to the passenger seat of his truck open. 

“Wow, a gentlemanly act from Raeken I’m impressed.” You laughed, climbing into the truck as he closed the door, opening his own and joining you in the truck.

“Honestly I saw an opportunity to be behind you and I took it.” He shot a wink your way and you were thankful for the growing darkness of the truck so your growing blush was disguised. The party was  about a half hour away and if there was one thing you had learnt in the past few weeks it was that you and Theo, in a small space together for an extended period of time was never a great idea. For the first few minutes, the only sound surrounding the two of you was the radio and Theo’s hums occasionally accompanying it. It wasn’t until you came to a red light and Theo’s hand rested on your thigh that you realised just how close you were to one another. You look across at him just for him to be staring straight at the road, waiting for the light to change.

RED

His hand rested on your upper thigh teasingly. His thumb caressing your thigh as his fingertips rest on your inner thigh teasingly. He was so close to where you wanted him to be, but far enough away to remain innocent. Skin to skin, lingering the hem of your dress. It was something so small, yet making him seem more and more irresistible to you.

AMBER

Theo’s hand rose, it was only a slight movement but it was enough to notice. Slipping under the thin black material of her dress. “Theo.” You warned yet your voice went ignored and his fingertips gently tapped on the inside of your thigh to the beat of the song, and as small of a thing it was you knew his incentive. He was trying to tease you and he was doing a damn good job of it.

GREEN

The light shifted once again and thus, Theo drove. His fingers continued to tease you.

“Fine, two can play that game.” You unbuckled the seat belt and shifted close to Theo.

“What are you doing?” He raised his eyebrow at the girl sat next to him.

Ignoring him, you attached your lips to his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from just above his collarbone to his jaw before going back to a sweet spot you knew he had on his neck and sucked gently at it. Theo groaned softly. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish princess.”  He warned as he drove.

“Oh I fully intend on finishing, well you finishing to be more precise.”

Your hand slithered back down his chest, stopping when you reach his jeans and palming him through the small material separating you from him, his grip tightening on the wheel, trying to concentrate on driving and failing. You grasped at his pants where they sat low on his hips, teasing the edges with your fingers as you eased them down slowly, kissing his skin as it was exposed. His erection sprang free, thick and swollen. You got as close as you could to his lower half, face inches from his dick. You wrapped your hand around it, giving him a squeeze before stroking up and down.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, his voice sounding hoarse.

You gave him a coy smile before moving to gather up the bit of precum that was seeping from the tip. You swiped your tongue along the slit, teasing him before sucking the head into your mouth. You felt him shifting uncomfortably in his seat and when you looked up, the hand that had previously been on your thigh was in your hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth?” Theo groaned, a smirk planted on his face.

You smiled, taking more and more of him into your mouth until Theo couldn’t take it anymore, pulling over to the side of the road as soon as he could. You ached for him and he could tell.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop that.” Theo groans making you smile. He took control, the grip on your hair tightening and moving in a swift motion as you bobbed your head until Theo couldn’t take it anymore, releasing into your mouth with one final moan. You swallowed, sitting back in your seat, and swiftly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.  

Theo adjusted himself, his eyes on you hungrily. “Well, I guess it’s your turn.”


***


“Theo…” You moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name, walking into the already crowded house party.

“Baby girl you know how much I love when you say my name like that, but this really isn’t the place.”

“I can’t believe I let you drag me here. The music’s so loud, my dress feels way too short and now my head hurts. Why couldn’t you just let me stay in bed? I was so comfortable binge-watching ‘Bob’s Burgers’ like I usually do after work.” You instinctively pulled the short, black, tight dress down that before made you feel confident now made you feel exposed, wobbling a bit with your step due to the red heels you thought would be a good idea to wear. Apparently they weren’t.

“You’re anxious.” Theo states as you walk in.

“No I’m not- stop looking at me like that?” You say as you look up at him, his eyes on you, hungrily as you narrow your own at him.

Theo tilts his head. “Like what?” he challenges.

“Like you’re imagining me naked.”

Theo smirks. He leans forward and steps closer towards you, his shirt sliding against the thin material of your dress. He presses his mouth to your ear, his lips tracing the line of your skin,

“I don’t have to imagine,” he whispers.

You swallow thickly, remembering the journey here; the feel of his mouth on your neck, on your thighs and stomach. You run your tongue along your bottom lip, sighing deeply as his nose skims the curls in your hair, his hands cradling -

“You- fuck!” you curse as your argument is interrupted by you losing your balance and falling to the floor. In front of a full room of people. Fuck. Quick as a flash while everyone else around you just watched and sniggered, assholes, Theo was crouched next to you.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” He questioned, scanning your body for any sign of discomfort.

“Uhh, just my left ankle, along with my pride.” You forced a laugh and he simply nodded. Theo’s large hand was clasping yours as he helped you rise to your feet. Once stable, you expected him to let go, yet he didn’t. Instead he diverted his attention to the crowd of people around you.

“And, what the fuck are you people staring at?” Theo roared and most people turning around as if they weren’t watching, someone caught Theos eye. A boy, in your economics class, Adam you think his name is, laughing. Theo glared at the boy, jaw clenched, looking ready to storm over and attack him.

“Theo, don’t.” You whispered, your thumb grazing over the top of his. “For me, don’t do this.” He looked down at you and simply nodded, a sweet smile replacing the usual smirk.

Lydia spotted you and waved, making her way over with a smile, looking between you and Theo. Theo squeezes your hand and lets go. He dipped down to whisper in your ear. “I have some people I want to talk to, I’ll catch up with you later Y/N.” and before you could reply he was gone.

“What was that about?”Lydia asked, now at your side.

“What was what?” You questioned, acting like you didn’t know what she meant, as you watch him walk away, weaving in and out of people until you could no longer see him..


***


Friends with benefits. That’s all it was. No strings attached, no feelings just sex. Hot, steamy, unadulterated sex. At least that’s what you told yourself last night when he had turned up. And the night before, and before that…

It had been a week since the party, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the night until you called him, you couldn’t sleep and you wanted… company. Yeah, company. At least that’s what you told Lydia. What Lydia didn’t know however was that the occurence of Theo coming over to… keep you company, had become a more often event. Though, it’s not like you were complaining.

“That- That was uhh…” You panted, regaining back your breath as Theo settled beside you, fingers intertwined behind his head and a smirk planted on his face.

“Hot? Noteworthy? Best you’ve ever had?” Theo laughed.

“Don’t flatter yourself Raeken.” Especially when what he said was right… “We can’t do that again. This was a mistake.” You shake your head reaching for the shirt next to you and pulling it over your head.

“You weren’t arguing a few minutes ago. Moaning at something as simple as me touching you. Or last night”

“I have to go to work.” You reply simply, pulling on the remainder of your clothes. Theo, now wearing  a pair of grey sweatpants.

“When are you going to stop that?” Theo says, now sat pack down on your bed.

“Stop what?”

“Acting like you don’t want this. When you show up every night and tell me that you want me. We have quite frankly a fucking great night and then you leave and tell me we can’t do this again. And I know, I know it’s complicated before you fucking say it, but it really doesn’t have to be.” He sighed, running his hands through his messy hair and tugging slightly.

“I have to go.” You mumble, so barely audible that if the room wasn’t so silent he may not have heard. You had to go, yet you didn’t want to. You wanted to stay, to kiss him and tell him it didn’t have to be so complicated but instead you picked up your bag and left, leaving him to let himself out. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the front door. Feelings would only get in the way and that couldn’t happen, trying to avoid thinking about what he had said.

You failed.


***


“Can I please get a burger and large fries, and maybe a milkshake too?” The kid you were serving asked. You nodded and stood, patiently waiting for his friend to choose what he wanted with your notepad in hand. You hadn’t noticed until you left the house but when picking your shirt up to leave you had grabbed Theo’s instead. It gave off a musk that you couldn’t ignore. Theo. On him, it fit in all the right places whereas on you you felt drowned by it, yet secure in a weird way. Like he was right there with you. The bell of the diner rung, signalling someone had entered but you were to wrapped up in your thought to notice. You took the kids order and left to give it to the cook when you noticed who had walked in. The boy, Adam, from the party the other night and friends. The one you had had to stop Theo from ripping to shreds. Dropping off the kids’ order to the kitchen staff, you walked over to Adam’s table where he and his friends sat.

“Hi, my names Y/N and I’ll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order?” You addressed them all.

Adam looked up at you. “You’re Theo’s girl right?” Your heart skipped a beat just at the sound of his name.

“Nope, can I start you off with drinks?” You reply, trying to divert the conversation before it had even begun.

“But you were his date to the party a few days ago?” Clearly diverting the conversation didn’t work.

“He gave me a ride there.” and then I rode him later on but not important “But that was it.”

“So you’re single.” One of his friends spoke up. You ignored them.

“How’s your ankle? That was a pretty tough fall you took.” Fuck do you mean, it was literally back to normal in- oh yeah. Werewolves weren’t common knowledge my bad.

“Oh, yeah. I’m ok. Just a little sore.” Resulting in a vulgar joke from one of the boys and, as much as you wanted to hit his head off of the table, you ignored it.

“So, orders?” They were calm after that, giving what they wanted until it was Adam’s turn.

“Yeah I’ll get a burger and fries… and your number.” He replied with a wink.

“Not happening.” You laugh, brushing the advance off.

“Oh come one babe.” Adam laughed, his hand moving from his pocket to the back of her thigh, moving up her leg.  Ok, that’s the final straw.

Not even staying to finish the order, you take his hand off of your thigh and slam it down on the table, marching away straight back through the kitchen to the office in the back that inhabited your boss.

“Ah, Y/N! Everything ok?” He smiled at you. Your boss, Mr Cranston, was a jolly older, slightly overweight man who had prided himself on the argument that if his employees ever had any issues to go straight to him. So that’s exactly what you did.

“Not particularly. There are some boys from my school  who are being pretty innapropriate. One in particular is making really sexual advances and touching me and It’s making me really uncomfortable.” You confessed, ending it with a frustrated sigh.

Mr Cranston listened idly and laughed. “Y/N, I’m sure you’re just exaggerating.”

You were shocked. “With all due respect, sir, one of them had his hand at the back of the top of my thigh and wouldn’t move it. Another made a super sexual joke that made me uncomfortable. I am not exaggerating.” You expected to tell him how things like that were not tolerated in his diner. That the boys would get some kind of repercussion, but no. Mr Cranston simply shook his head, laughed and said 4 words that made your blood boil.

“Boys will be boys.”

You were seriously in shock, how could someone in a power position brush off the fact that his employee was made to feel uncomfortable and would not only not do anything, but laugh about it. You weren’t comfortable working for someone like that. You took off the apron and placed it on his desk.

All you could think of as you left was how mad you were. You needed to speak to someone. Lydia and Scott were the ones you usually went to.

Honestly, you had no idea where to go at this point. As you walked you thought over everything that had happened the last few weeks. The dread doctors, Theo and the Pack. Everything was crazy, but maybe you had found someone who could keep you grounded.

The pack, individually you had no idea what you would do without them.

Liam and his dorky personality, He was like a little brother to you - and not just because he was the youngest in the pack.

Lydia and her intelligence and how regardless she would be there for you. Your best friend. She was strong, she saw power where others would see weakness. She adapted to her banshee powers with no complaint even when things got hard and because of that, her banshee powers go way beyond what she thought they were. She’s confident an admirable trait on anyone, yet with her it just fit.

Theo, he was a part of the pack now right? You were so sure you had hated him. Resented him because no was could he just waltz into everyone’s lives out of nowhere, and now look at the situation you had landed in with him? Not quite anything but not quite nothing wither. You shouldn’t have done anything with him after that day in the kitchen which felt like a lifetime ago, but you couldn’t. He was like a cigarette, that first drag you have after being addicted for years and finally quitting only to find yourself back there. It was addictive, sinful and wrong - like most activities the two of them became involved in when alone together - but you wanted more, no you needed it. You needed him today, tomorrow, the next day and the next, and all the ones that followed after it.

Scott your alpha and more importantly your best friend who had taught you everything once you turned. How to control yourself and not be overridden. From the beginning, Scott had always done whatever he could for other people. Someone you don’t know what you’d do without.

Stiles Sure, you can argue that Stiles has made some ridiculous decisions in his time on the show, but you can never fight the fact that Stiles has never once intentionally put his friends or family in danger. His loyalty to their safety, happiness, and all around well-being is admirable in his character, and a trait that is reliable in him. He protects those he loves, and even ones that he doesn’t. He’s selfless and heartfelt, no matter how often he can be selfish and annoying and so sarcastic you want to punch him. But he was your best friend, one of the family just like the rest.

Malia Math is confusing, people who like it are very confusing, but thankfully Malia isn’t one of them. You hadn’t known her long but it hadn’t hadn’t long to fall in love with her. She was a fighter who never gave us and you adored her for it. You couldn’t imagine her not being around.

The pack was your family, but there was only one of them that you really needed right now.

Approaching the front door you were ever so familiar with knocking twice and after a moment, opening to the one person you needed most.

Theo Raeken.