idk i found this last night while walking around drunk in

about last night (m)

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff and angst

length: 15k

summary: you had promised yourself; if you were to ever hook up with that asshole park jimin, it would be just a one night stand.

a/n: dis was a monster to write im so tired. i stayed up until 12pm to finish this and now its finally done :) also how does every new fic i write get dirtier and dirtier?? idk. 

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request here - i’m desperate for good ideas (requested)

summary things get tense once calum finds you and luke getting it on…

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4 years - jack lowden

requested(?): yes (remember requests aren’t limited to fionn or dunkirk cast!)

“Hi I was wondering if you write about Jack Lowden, and if you do, can I request an imagine where the reader is younger than him and when he introduces her to his Dunkirk cast-mates they mention it and idk, he gets a little distant as the night continues. You can choose how to end it, thanks!”

word count: 894

warnings: slight swearing

age is just a number, but to Jack it became more.

You had met Jack in your last year of university, when you were 22 and getting drunk off your ass in a pub in London. You had drunkenly walked over to the young lad, and pulled him into you. “Woah ey, love you alright?” but you just pulled him over to the dance floor, “I need someone to celebrate with me!” “What are we celebrating?” he asked you with a smirk, as you grabbed his beer out of his hand and downed the whole thing before shouting, “NO MORE FUCKING EXAMS” erupting a cheer from the crowd. Jack was shocked to see such a big personality come out from such a petite person, but he found it amusing as he thought back to his own uni days. 

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anonymous asked:

For Zutara: 'Oh god, I just had a one night stand with a supervillain’ 'Dear lord, I just fucked a superhero’ (to make the situation especially awkward; they just lost their viginities to each other)??? love your writing btw *flees*

AN: Omg I’m fangirling rn thank you so much ahhhhhh also IDK what you imagined but SUPERHERO and SUPERVILLAIN implies disguises sooo ur getting Painted Lady and Blue Spirit too

Katara had spent months, months, chasing the damned Blue Spirit through the city streets of Caldera as the Painted Lady. She spent months building a rivalry with the supervillain, with the bastard who tormented the streets and stole from those he deemed unworthy. She spent months fighting him, defeating and stopping him in day to day standoffs, never able to end his reign of terror for good. 

She spent so long trying to find out who he was behind the mask. Maybe if she could discover who the Blue Spirit truly was, she would be able to finally stop him forever. She always imagined scenarios of how she would find him. She’d imagine the thrill of putting the pieces together, of the moment where she finally knew she had her guy. 

She never imagined that when she found out his true identity, there would be nothing but a sense of dread and guilt. 

But that’s probably because Katara never imagined it’d be the guy who was just laying naked in bed next to her. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Clarke searching on craigslist for a husband and finds Bellamy

Special thanks to @ponyregrets and @reblogginhood for coming through with some details.  Also on ao3.

MARRY MY BEST FRIEND HE’S GREAT!!!  Clarke set down her beer and snorted.  A friday night spent with a six pack and Best of Craigslist wasn’t exactly living her best life, but it was all she felt like doing after the week she’d had at the hospital.  She clicked the link and moved her laptop to balance more comfortably on her knees.


He’s crazy smart and kind of a grump but that’s only because he loves his friends and we’re a bunch of idiots.  He’s pan and really hot, but he’d kill me if I posted a picture of his face so here’s a picture of his chest instead:

Clarke tipped her head to the side and considered the proffered torso while she took a long swig of beer.  He was wearing a grey Arkadia University t-shirt that looked soft and worn, and he did have nice, broad shoulders that stretched the shirt pleasantly.  It looked like he had one arm around someone— a male someone— and the other one held a bottle of the same beer she was drinking.  

She scrolled on.

I’m getting married to my fiance soon and I figured we should just make it a double wedding because he deserves to be as happy as we are and he hasn’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend in too long.  All you gotta do is show up and marry my best friend!!!


Guy, gal, or nonbinary pal

Patience with long, rambling historical anecdotes

Sense of humor because you’re really underestimating how many long, rambling historical anecdotes you’re gonna hear

I cannot emphasize enough how many long, rambling historical anecdotes he has

He hates going out so either you should be a shut-in too or maybe you should be the sort of person who can get him out of the house (I think the first one but my fiance says the second one is best idk use your best judgment there)

Burning hatred of the patriarchy

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Confessions of a recently admitted size queen

I did it again, and god it was good!!

last evening I got a call from a friend the operates a dive bar  I used to work at in a blink ya missed it town. She needed a fill in for the night.

So some extra cash sounded good and i had no reason I absolutely couldn’t help a girl in need, so hey! Off I went.

I hadn’t been there in well over 2 yrs, but it was fun to be back. All the regulars  were there and happy to see me and give me hell just like I never had left! Most of the guys just had to say hi to the twins! Which always gets me very good tips! I made sure to wear a tight cut off T just for the occasion! Though I didn’t put it on till after I got out of the house. Hubby is not fond of many stories from my time there and didn’t want him getting pissy about it.

Like I said, small local bar, the bar, fire station, a bank and 2 gas pumps. That what the towns got! LOL. So it can get to b anything goes sometimes and most know and don’t care.

After the happy hours crowd died down I got to talking and flirting with the few left, an old drunk, a couple, another gay couple(oddly enough) and a few regulars. Of course the topics always seem to get sexual and be a lot of fun and sometimes awfully raunchy! They all know various things about my naughty side so not unlike the past the pool started for getting me to serve with a little less on! I have to admit this is always fun but I never made it a habit when working there but when the owners husband was there and the pool got high enough…  well ya know. I’ve been persuaded on some occasions!

There really was very few there this night. I knew everyone very well anyway so I played along to see where it would go. It didn’t take long before I was astounded and decided to go change out of my jeans! I had to improvise this unplanned circumstance and found an old beaded type thing. Like something from a renaissance fair i guess, idk. I used that even though there was little point as it really didn’t cover anything! What did it really mater anyway? I figured. So feeling a little awkward but turned on at the same time I came back out in my half t and makeshift bead skirt! Of course they all loved me! he he!

After a little while I was having fun with it as these guys were thoroughly enjoying they’re mostly nude bar maid! Eventually the pool talked me out of my top. Before leaving the old men got to cop their feels. I had to let em, I know 2 of em rarely get any and they were extremely respectful and generous! The other, well lets say I’m glad the couple were still there as the husband had to escort him out as he found himself unable to leave without showing me just how happy I was making him! It was kinda funny in a cute “old man” kinda way. Though he may have been wanting more so it started getting  a little creepy! ewww!

I began cleaning up a little getting ready to close while “Bob and Mary” were finishing their drinks and keeping me company. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed, as I had my shirt on anyway and been this way for like over 3 hrs. Besides they contributed to the cause just as much all night! She liked me and I could tell just how much he did too!

The conversation went that direction after a little while so I had to ask her how big he looks… is it really? lol. After a lot of girl talk that I knew was going to far into our agreement about experiences with bigger than average guys I went to wipe down the tables real quick. Just trying to let em know it’s time to go. I then couldn’t help thinking as I was bending over the tables how much i was getting turned on by the idea of her husband just coming up behind me and just slamming his huge hard member in me!

As I finished up the last table Mary asked me,  "Would u like to feel him before we go? I don’t mind.“  I was surprised and don’t know what I did exactly next, but I didn’t turn around I know that. I was trying to figure out what to say and then i felt her come up next to me and she put her hand on my shoulder and kissed me. I didn’t wanna stop her and then she whispered, well?” I just nodded my head. Then he came behind me and put his hand on the back of my neck, gently bent me over the table as she walked away. His body wasn’t even touching me as I felt his hard cock against my already wet, slippery lips. Then, as if he knew, with one strong thrust he slammed his girth inside me as i let out a scream that was both pain and pleasure! He never said a word but did not stop the thrusts as I kept screaming from the mixture of feeling ripped open and filled full of ecstasy inside with an immediate orgasmic pleasure!! I soon reached a uncontrollable climax. Relentlessly, he held me down tighter now and did not let up! No longer was I feeling any pain, only what seemed to be a wave of pleasure from his violent thrusts deep into me insides!

I still had not seen his manhood but was becoming very aware this man may be more than I’ve ever taken as the feel of him stretching my insides full was becoming increasingly more pleasurably sensitive.

He continued to fuck me this way and I couldn’t stop moaning in pleasure as the waves never seemed to cease. Something very new to me! Then my curiosity won over and I lifted myself on the table to turn on my back. I had to witness, at least for a moment.

When I saw him a whole new gush came over me as he pulled my legs apart as far as he could. He had opened me much more than I was aware. Only 2 other men have ever come close to doing this to me. He certainly was long enough, though nothing much more than others well endowed I’ve been with.  My lord the man was thicker than I’ve ever seen a real cock to be! Seeing him sliding his truely massive thickness in and out of my soaking wet and swollen pussy made me have another intense orgasm! As I came I unconsciously was telling him “I fucking love your cock” over and over as I lay back on the table spread eagle letting him pound his cock as deep as possible then pulling all the way out teasing my wide open hole with new sensations. He soon after came as I held my thighs for him. I felt him cum up against the back of my vagina. I felt no pain, only his release and numb. Confirming to myself he is in fact the biggest I’ve been with.

Others have bottomed me out, always too much to handle. This man was by the end for sure and I was fine. Size isn’t everything. It really isn’t guys. But I do prefer a little bigger than average and that night, well…  If the guy really knows how to use it right AND is big also. U hm Every girl should be so lucky!!

BTS REACTION: you cheating on them with another member


If there was one person, and one person alone who had your heart.. It was Jungkook. Childhood best friends, turned lovers. You were the foreign family living in South Korea, and he befriended you when no one else would. You taught each other your mother tongues, and were attached to the hip. You stood by him, supporting him on his decision to leave everything and everyone he loved to become a trainee. You supported him when his career started, and when it took off. You defended him to everyone. He’s a player .They would say, bashing his name. But he’s my best friend. You would say. Then him being gone, made you realize you felt something much deeper for him and vise versa. It wasn’t long before a drunk confession led to the two of you being an item. And you loved Jungkook. You loved him with everything in you, and every ounce of being you had. But he was a player. The shy facade was a thing, and no one knew what you really went through with him. The countless girls, numbers being found, hickeys on places you didn’t place them. Why don’t you leave?  Your female best friend would ask. 

Because he’s my best friend. 

That isn’t love y/n..

then why do I feel this way?

You would fight and scream with him. 

“You know I love you! I just trip up sometimes.. please don’t leave..” he cried. And then he would promise to never do it again. 

And you fell for it.

Then, one night Tae came over. He was another best friend to you. You had just found out Jungkook cheated again, and you were dead set that this was gonna be it. You were’t gonna take him back. You took a sip of wine, and he sighed.

“I’m sorry.. I know he loves you.. I just don’t know what’s wrong with him..” he said. Tears continued to pour, and wine glasses continued to get refilled. 

“he’s really dumb.. you’re beautiful” he said. Your cheeks heated up and he softly touched your cheek.

“Thank you.” you whispered. You stared at each other, his heated gaze somehow not letting yours leave. He softly placed his lips against yours, testing the waters. You kissed back, and he took you onto his lap, gripping his waist. You snaked your fingers around his hair. one thing led to another, and when you woke up to the unfamiliar figure in your bed, you realized what had happened. You let alcohol get the best of you. He faced you, is eyes growing wide

“Y/n..  what the fuck did we do..” he asked. 

“tae.. oh my god..” you whispered, sitting up. He mimicked you and stared forward.

“He’s gonna kill us..” he whispered.

“He’s gonna kill us…” you whispered. He looked over at you, and sighed.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t know alcohol would get the best of me like that..” he whispered. 

“Me either..” you whispered.

“still friends?” he asked. You nodded, running your fingers through your hair. 

“Still friends..” you whispered. The both of you dressed, and you walked him to the front door, feeling insanely awkward. He hugged you tightly, and you hugged back. 

“call me if anything.” he said. 

“I will.” you said. You opened the door, and saw Jungkook. You froze dead in your tracks. He had flowers, and wore a soft smile. 

“hey.” he whispered. Tae quickly exited. Jungkook didn’t suspect anything, simply because Tae always slept over.

“Can I come in?” he asked. You stared at him.

“For what?” you asked.

“I wanted to talk…” he whispered. You shook your head.Then he saw something purple formed on your neck, that he didn’t place.

“What is that?” he asked.

“what is what?” you asked.

“You have a hickey on your neck” he said, his tone changing from soft, to harsh.

“I do?” you asked.

“What the fuck did you do last night?” he asked. You clammed up. He walked inside of your apartment, slamming the door.

“you slept with him didn’t you y/n?” he asked. Tears welded in your eyes, as you stared at the floor. 

“How could you do this to me!” he yelled. You looked up at him, baffled.

“I was drunk! And heart broken because you slept with your fucking stylist.. Tae was comforting and the alcohol got the best of us. I regret every single thing that happened last night Jungkook, but you’ve got some nerve. You cheat on me when you get the chance, not caring nor having remorse, simply because you know you’ll get me back. I made ONE mistake. ONE. And you’ve got the nerve to say How could I do this to you? YOU made me do this to you!” you sobbed. You NEVER snapped like that at Jungkook. He stood there, his mouth hanging wide open. 

He’s my best friend” was all he managed to say, simply because his competitive spirit got the best of him. He knew you were right. Tears fell from his eyes.

“And you were mine.” you choked.

“but that didn’t stop you from hurting me did it?” You asked. You opened your front door, holding it open.

“Please just got..” you sobbed.

“y/n..” he whispered.

“go Jungkook..” you whispered. He reluctantly made his way to the door, looking at you one more time to see if you changed your mind. You looked away from him. 

“I’ll forgive you.. eventually… it just hurts right now.. I hope you could do the same with me.” he said, walking away.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Hope you guys enjoyed. Idk if I wanna continue. If I should message me, & Message me if you want the other boys to have one too! Requests are still open. Also listen to in my feelings with Kehlani because I was listening to it while writing and it flows. 


~ lia  ♡ 

How Far We've Come

Originally posted by kaliforhnia-dreaming

Warnings: swearing, implications of smut, kissing (but not a warning), fluff [you may need tissues. idk.]

A/N: I got inspired after watching the video of Chris D’Elia Roasts Dylan O’Brien. In addition to stand up comedy, watch anything by Brent Morin. I guarantee he will make you laugh.

You decided it was time for a night all about you. None of your girl-friends, not that you had any, and no half-drunk guys trying to get into your pants. A single lady is what you were. Plus, your boyfriend just broke up with you, so you needed to be cheered up.

Your tired fingers flew across the keyboard looking for some sort of comedy ‘club’ per se. The results on google didn’t interest you while you scrolled, until you reached The Laugh Factory. Something in your mind liked the name, so you looked up the address and when the show would be. It seemed like a casual thing, so you didn’t need to really dress up or anything.

You walked through the doors of the ‘comedy club’ and music boomed through the speakers while time was passing before the comedian came out. You found a nice seat in the back, where it was dark enough so the comedian hopefully wouldn’t pick on you. There was a group of guys, around the age of seventeen, sitting a couple of rows in front of you. They looked nice, but you knew that they were going to be roasted during the show.

The time flew by while you sat there on your phone, and the comedian soon came out. The audience clapped loudly for him as he stepped up to the mic. He was introduced as Chris D’Elia. “What’s up, guys? You guys look like you’re held captive or some shit.” The audience laughed at the man who was in his mid-30s. “He’s fucking, come on be funny, dude. Let’s do this!” was his impression of the audience’s energy.

Chris went on and practically made the audience die of laughter before changing the topic. “What the fuck am I-? I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, but it’s fun, so fuck it.” The audience laughed, since he was talking about syndromes and dinosaurs. 

The boys in front of you were laughing so hard, he had to point it out. “Your fucking a giggle puss. That’s what that motherfucker is right there… Are you high? You’re high as shit, huh?” Of course, you were laughing extremely hard, but you kind of felt bad for the kid in front of you. He kept making fun of the kid and finally asked him, “What’s you’re name, bro?”

To you, his answer was barely audible, but the comedian could hear his response. “Dylan.”

Chris let out a chuckle. “Dylan, of course it is, man. Fuck, Dylan, dude.” The audience roared with laughter as Chris picked on the lanky eighteen year old, then he went off to make fun of Dylan some more. “What’s your last name? Uh, dudeicle. My name’s fucking Dylan Dudeicle, bro. Dylan Dudeicle, avenger of fucking weed.” Obviously it was all a joke, and everyone was laughing-even Dylan, but you were a little embarrassed for him. Chris went on to make fun of Dylan’s friends and everyone got a kick out of it.

After the show had ended, you decided that maybe it was time for a new relationship. You confidently walked up to Dylan and place your hand on his bicep. “You’re Dylan, right?”

He looked at you and gulped thickly. His head started to bob up and down, which you took as a yes. You stuck your hand out for him to shake. “Y/N.”

He gladly accepted as he opened his mouth. “Hey, I’m Dylan. Wait, you already knew that.” You and his friends chuckled at Dylan’s nervous state.

“Yeah, anyway, I just wanted to say that you’re a good sport for letting him mock you like that.”

He smiled. “Well, I would’ve looked stupid if I got up and left, so…” he trailed off. You wanted this guy alone and his friends stayed right behind you. 

“Does your posse always wait for you?”

He turned around to look at his friends, giving them the stare that says, “Go away. There’s a pretty girl that is talking to me. Leave me alone with her!” but they obviously did nothing about it. “Oh, yeah. They’re kind of my ride for the night.”

Because they didn’t leave, you leaned up to Dylan’s ear and seductively whispered, “Well, I can always take you back to my place…if you’re up for it.”

Dylan quickly turned to his friends with a flushed face. “Uh, you know what? You can go home without me. I’ll catch a cab or something.” His friends walked away, muttering ‘okays’ and ‘see you tomorrows’.

You took his hand and led him out of the club, to your car. When you reached your car, you quickly unlocked it and both jumped in, eager to see what was going to happen next.

The car ride was pretty much a game of twenty questions; favorite color, favorite food, favorite sport & team, etc., the usual. You were taking a guy back to your house, which was very unusual for you to do. You were usually a strings attached person.

You pulled up to the driveway and Dylan opened his door, quick enough where he could come around and open yours. You muttered a thank you as you took each other’s hand and you led him to the front door. Your hands fiddled with the keychain on your car keys, trying to find your house key. Luckily they did, and you opened the door, leading Dylan and yourself inside.

Dylan was a little confused why you weren’t worried about your parents waking up. You read his mind as you answered his unspoken question. “My parents are on a business trip for a couple months, so the house is all mine.” Dylan let out a low groan as you two walked up the steps to get to your bedroom.

You reached for the door knob and slowly turned it, just to bug Dylan a bit. He rushed you in and slammed the door, leaving a loud slam as a result. His lips immediately smashed into yours. They molded together like they were two souls that were just reunited. After his tongue had slowly slipped into your mouth, you pulled away to nip at his neck. Your plump and swollen lips left purple bruises all over the pale skin of Dylan’s neck. “I watched you walk into the club. You looked so beautiful, and when you came up to me at the end of the show, it turned me on that a girl had the confidence to talk to me.” You smiled affectionately against his neck as he continued to talk. “And then when you whispered in my ear that you wanted to take me home with you,…oh!” Dylan let out a loud moan as you found his sweet spot. “…it was like you had some type of control over me.” 

You suddenly pulled away, Dylan whining at the loss of pleasure as you pushed his on your bed. He let a smirk creep onto his face. “Baby girl, are you sure about this?”

You swooped down and caught his lips in a bruising kiss. “Absolutely. I could do this all night,” you smirked.

Dylan let out a groan and you started to remove your clothes for a very eventful night.

Seven years later, and you and Dylan were still together. You both had started dating after that night after the comedy show. 

You had found out a week later that your parents died while on their trip, and Dylan was there to hold you through it all.

Dylan had started Teen Wolf filming at the end of 2010 and so he loved taking you to set. You two were the couple that fought like a married couple, talked like best friends, flirted like lovers and protected like siblings. You two were what they called ‘meant to be’. Immediately, you became like family to the Teen Wolf cast and you loved that you stuck with Dylan through all of his roles.

Today was the day, though. The day you two were officially meant to be, soulmates, lovers, and best friends for life. The day was hassle-free so far. Holland, Shelley, and Arden were in your room as you got ready for the big day. “Dylan won’t be able to speak after he sees you,” Holland said.

“Well, he’s gonna have to if he wants to make this official,” you joked. The girls giggles with you as they did your hair and makeup and made sure nothing went wrong.

Posey stopped by the room to let you all know that they were ready for you. You let out a deep breath as you walked out of the room in your beautiful wedding gown and white converse. There was no way in hell you were walking in heels.

When you reached your destination, you were the last to arrive. You reached for Dylan’s dad who was going to walk you down the aisle. He looked at your before speaking. “You make Dylan so happy. I’m glad to finally, and officially, call you my daughter.”

You had to hold in all of your tears that were threatening to release themselves from the sweet comment. The music started playing and the doors opened, allowing the bridesmaids and groomsmen to elegantly spill from behind the doors.

After Holland [the man of honor] and Posey [the best man] walked out, the doors shut, waiting for the cue to re-open.

When the cue was given, the piano version of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri played as you walked out. Dylan looked up at you, and you could tell that there were tears in his eyes, as well as yours. His dad walked you to the end of the aisle and kissed you on the cheek, before letting you go. Dylan looked at you and whispered, “You look beautiful.” You responded by saying thank you and saying how handsome he looked. The man that was going to marry the both of you cleared his throat before speaking. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Dylan O’Brien and Y/N Y/L/N in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

A wide smile was placed on the both of your lips. The silence was way too long for you to handle. “Okay, now repeat after me: I, Y/N Y/L/N, take you Dylan O’Brien, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”

You took a deep breath. “ I, Y/N Y/L/N, take you Dylan O’Brien, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”

He turned to Dylan. “Repeat after me:  I, Dylan O’Brien, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”

Dylan didn’t take anytime to pause as he was waiting for the painful part to be over. “I, Dylan O’Brien, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”

“Now, may we have the rings?” The rings were placed in your hands while you were told what to repeat. “I, Y/N Y/L/N, give you, Dylan O’Brien, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you.”

“I, Dylan O’Brien, give you, Y/N Y/L/N, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you.”

“By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Dylan leaned forward and captured your lips in his as both of your families applauded the both of you. “Hey, Mr. O’Brien.”

“Hey, Mrs. O’Brien. You happy?”

“More than ever, Dylan. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you to, baby.” He pulled you into a hug because you didn’t want to be making out in front of the both of your families. “Remember when we first met?” You nodded, while your neck was buried in the crook of his neck. “Think about it. Look how far we’ve come.”

Part 2?

De Todas Las Cosas Buenas-- Usnavi de la Vega

Request!:  Can you do a fic for Usnavi where reader steals his clothes and fluffiness ensues please?

Paring: Usnavi de la Vega X Reader

Wc: 565

Tw: mentions of a one night stand, anxiety?, shyness, half-nakedness, mentions of rumors starting



You woke up to the sun shining through your-


This isn’t your apartment.

You instantly got up, and walked around to look for any sign of whose apartment it was that you were in.

After seeing a few familiar things, you sighed in relief. That didn’t last long as you realize the only possible explanation for you to be in Usnavi de la Vega’s bed was if you slept with him. Though you didn’t mind sleeping with him, it wasn’t something you wanted to happen while you were drunk.

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Who Are You? Part 1 ft. Mark of GOT7

~Slight Angst

“Heyyyy!” Jackson said happily swing his arm around your shoulders as you were walking through the school’s parking lot looking for your car. “You going to Mark’s tonight after the basketball game?!.”

“Uhhhh, idk. Not in the mood for partying Jackson.” You said unlocking your car.

“Well you’re never in the mood for partying” he laughed “but this one you have to come to! Its our last after party for the season! And your a cheerleader! What kind of cheerleader skips out on parties?” He urged leaning on your drivers door not letting you into your car.

“Common Jacks” you said trying to push him over with no progress. “I have hw to get done before the game. And you know I don’t like parties.”

“Yeah but you use to come. So why don’t you anymore?”

“I just don’t want to Jacks.” You said giving up and leaning on the car with him.

“That’s not an answer Y/n. I want a legitimate answer.”

“Because I don’t wanna be around Mark.” You said softly. Jackson sighed.

“I won’t force you anymore then” he said standing up straight facing you. “But just think about okay? It’s our last one.” You nodded. You got into your car and began driving away.

Jackson looked after you until your car disappeared off the lot. He headed back inside for practice before the game. On his way in he ran into Mark talking to some girls. Mark nodded in Jackson direction, Jackson nodded back then headed over to the bleachers.
He didn’t get it. Mark likes you. He knew he did. The dumbass got really drunk one night and spilled the beans to him. So why has Mark been such an ass to you recently? He’s basically just shrugs you off whenever you try to speak to him. He’s surrounded himself with these girls he never had any interest in. But through all of it, Jackson can still see him looking at you the way he always has. Mark still obviously has feelings for you, yet his actions are showing the complete opposite.
Lost in his thoughts Jackson didn’t notice Mark come in for practice. So when Jinyoung asked why you weren’t coming to the gathering, Jackson had told him it was because of Mark. Jinyoung was the only other person who knew your feelings towards Mark, besides Jackson and JB. So Jinyoung understood. But Mark who was standing nearby overheard.

It was a couple of hours later now, the game ended, and you were packing up your duffle to head home. You had been dropped off by you roommate so unfortunately you couldn’t just runaway right after. You were stuck waiting for JB to give you a ride since you were neighbors.

“Y/nnnnnn!” You can hear Jackson’s voice from a distance. You looked up to see him coming out from the locker room followed by the rest of his teammates. JB ran over to you with his duffle in one had and his keys in the other.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yep just waiting for you.” You smiled.
Jackson, Jinyoung, and Mark had reached you both now.

“So did you change your mind?” Jinyoung asked ruffling your hair. You glanced at Mark who was looking off in another direction. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t think I should go.”

“Why not?!” Jackson whined.
JB swung his arm around you shoulder.

“Let’s just go for a bit, I’ll take you home whenever you want.” JB said.
You laughed.

“You sure you’re not gonna get drunk like the last time?”

“Okay no promises” JB laughed.

“You know I can’t drive a stick shift Jae”

“Then we’ll sleep over no big deal. I have your extra duffle in the back of my car anyways.” He urged.

“Fine.” You said giving up, knowing they just push it until you said yes anyways.

“Yes!” Jackson jumped hugging you. “We’ll see you there!”
He, Jinyoung and Mark began walking towards their cars.

“You gonna be okay right?” JB asked feeling a bit guilty for pressuring you to go.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you said getting into his car.
It was a silent drive to Mark’s house, not awkward or anything but you just didn’t want to talk.

It was a while now into the party, and you had lost track of JB. But that was technically your fault. You hid yourself away from everyone anyways. You really didn’t wanna be there, but you also didn’t wanna ruin your friends time. You found JB half passed out on the couch. You had to help him into Mark’s room to sleep.

“Man… why are you so heavy?” You asked laying him on Mark’s bed. JB chuckled pulled you into a hug.

“I love you so much! What would I do without you?! You’re my best friend! But shhhhhh don’t tell the boys that!” And with that, he knocked out. You shook you head and laughed.
It looked like you’d have to spend the night at Mark’s now. The rest of the guys were drunk to. You stepped back into the hall and slowly shut the door so that you wouldn’t disturb him. When you turned around you found Mark leaning against the the opposite side of the door. You paused wondering if you should say anything, you decided not to and started walking, but Mark pulled you back trapping you between the wall and his arms.
He smirked.

“How about you and me find some privacy?” You could practically smell the alcohol on him.

“How about you sober up?” You said trying to push through but he kept a firm grip on you.

“Common. I know you want to?” He said inching closer. You used all your strength to push him off. He chuckled.
You walked into the living room to see that the party had ended. Jinyoung and Jackson had fallen asleep on the couches. Looking outside into Mark’s backyard where it seemed clear you headed through the glass doors.
-Maybe Mark just went to sleep- you were thinking to yourself, but you heard the glass door slid shut and footsteps approaching you. You tried to walk but Mark already had a grip on you wrist.

He spun you to face him, smirk still evident on his face even under the moonlight.

“Leave me alone Mark.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“I know you want me” he said looking at you.

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You replied coldly.
He let go.

“Why? Is it cause I’m not JB?!” He said angrily.

“What?!” You asked.

“Because I’m not him. I’m not your precious Jaebum. That’s why you don’t wanna be with me? What am I not good enough for you?!”

“What are you even talking about Mark?!” You answered irritated.

“ I know you didn’t wanna come here because of me. I over heard the guys talk about it. But the moment JB suggested it you said yes.” Mark looked angry.

“So why does that matter to you? It’s not like you would’ve wanted me here anyways! You have all those girls hanging around you now!” You spat back boiling.

“Because you should be mine! I don’t give a damn about those girls! But you don’t seem to give a crap about me! Because of him, I can’t be with you!” He yelled back.

“Sober up. Then talk to me.”

“I am fucking sober! I had one beer the rest were from people spilling on me! So talk to me. Tell me what so great about JB?!”

“JB isn’t the reason you idiot! You are!” And with that it all spilt out. “You know damn well that he and I are just friends. And we’ve been friends since we were kids! I should be yours?! Excuse me?! Am I property now? Well isn’t that amazing? The “oh so fabulous” Mark Tuan wants me! Well I don’t want that! You care about me? Are you sure? Because for the past few months it sure has hell didn’t seem like it! Ever since your high school friends came back into you life you’ve completely changed. In the beginning it was just around them. And then slowly you started acting that way around us. But you know what really drove it home?! The moment I was no longer relevant to your new “lifestyle”. Where’s the Mark I meet during freshmen year? Where’s the Mark that live with me in library just to help me study for finals? Where’s the Mark that never gave a damn about what other people though? So you wanna know why I don’t wanna be with you Mark?! Because who you are right now, that’s not the Mark the I fell in love with!“

~~~~ Hiiiii! So I’m not entirely sure how this will end, or how long it will be. But this just came into mind and I just have to write it.

Therapy - Harry Holland One Shot

Requested: No

Rating: PG-13 for idk cursing, drinking, that kinda stuff idk this isn’t too rough :)

Summary: You and Harry have been rivals for as long as you can both remember. Last week, the two of you fucked and you can’t get him out of your head. Now, the two of you are at the same, crazy party, and you just can’t seem to avoid each other. (Inspired by ‘Therapy’ by Khalid).

A/N: ‘Y/L/N’ stands for ‘your last name’ just for clarification. 

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“Something that you’re doing has me falling all the way”

Harry had been staring at you all night. He’d been staring at you since seventh fucking grade, actually. His staring had been what initiated your feud. He had been caught off guard by the pretty, smart, witty girl who sat three seats down from him in his seventh grade English class with the droning teacher. One day you’d caught him looking at you for what had felt like the billionth time, so you had leaned forward so the two of your eyes locked, unobstructed by the people sitting in desks between you. “Maybe you should take a picture, it would last a while longer,” you had questioned, the words had flown straight from your lips and bitten into him, he had recoiled as if he had been punched. The only way he could think to respond was more violently than he’d intended. 

“Of you? In your dreams, YLN.”

He had spat the words with a tone much more harsh than the one you’d employed and he still remembered how you’d frowned slightly before making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention before spitting out the words, “then fuck off, Holland.” Ever since, the two of you had a rivalry the entire school knew about, that neither of you made any effort to hide. 

But then last week had happened. Last week with a club meeting that had ended up in a way so unexpected that you could barely convince yourself it had happened. But you knew it had, of course, as after it’d happened, Harry had grown only colder towards you, his comments carrying more of a sting than usual. You couldn’t tell if you were just extra sensitive, or if something had changed, or both. 

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Come what may

This is my proudest work so I am tagging all of you I don’t even care. Also, it was very hard to choose who would play as who, so just so you know, we have Prince as Satine and Anxiety as Christopher, just so no one gets disappointed.

Moulin Rouge AU with Prinxiety and side Logicality.

Warnings: sexual harrassment, slurs, implied prostitution, main character death

Tags: @dan-yuna @clutzyrevolution @liberalautisticnerd831 @purple-chaos-buttonmaster @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @deafchildcrossing @prinxietytrash @idk-and-idc-and-idr @romanass @killerfangirl3 @prinxietyhell @the-sanders-sides @a-wannabe-canadian @velocifoxy @jetsnacks @prinanalogicality @the-prince-and-the-emo @prinxietys

PS: if you don’t want to read it for any of the reasons stated in the warnings, don’t worry, you don’t have to.


Alex was nothing more than a poor, visionary poet.

When he moved to Paris, his father told him to never come back to London. He wasn’t planning to anyway.

Arriving in Paris, he met a theatre group, one of the bohemians. He fell in love immediately, that small group being exactly what he had been searching. A five man group that drank all night and wrote fantasy stories.

He was living the dream.

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I found his jumper || Dan Howell

A/N: Since you all loved my ‘Let’s make a baby’ series I decided that I’d write an on going series again. This is the first part of idk how many. masterlist

Pairing: university!fuckboy!Dan and smart!nerdy!shy!female character

Word count: 1.5k

Hello, my name is Rose and I found his jumper”

“Bye, Mum.” I shouted one last time as I left my childhood home, carrying one last bag. I got into my packed car and started the engine. After taking one last glance at the house I had lived in for 18 years I hopped onto the gas pedal and left it all behind to start a new chapter of my life: University.

I had worked hard during my high school years just to get into my desired uni. There was a 5 hour drive ahead of me, but I preferred car rides over taking the plane. According to my calculations I would reach my destination in the early afternoon.

The sun was out when I arrived at the huge campus of the school. Since I was 11 years old I had dreamed to study here. The school building looked like an old castle and I swear one could easily get lost around here. Once I had registered and was told my dorm room I made my way over to my new home. Girl and boy dorms were two separate buildings. None of my high school friends had made it into this uni so I practically knew nobody around here. That meant I had to share my room with a complete stranger. I walked up a few flights of stairs, dragging my extremely heavy suitcase behind me.

“You need help there, honey?” a male voice asked, making me jump in surprise. I turned around to come face to face with a dark haired and tall boy. He took the suitcase out of my hand and easily carried it upstairs, walking next to me.

“My name’s Phil, I’m on the football team.” he introduced himself with a smirk.  

“Rose.” I shyly said with a smile.

“What room are you in?” he asked as soon as we stopped after reaching a long hallway.

“305” I answered, examining the key I was given at the reception.

“305? You are Charlotte’s room mate?” he asked.

I had no idea who Charlotte was so I just shrugged with a confused look on my face. After walking for a bit we had reached the door to my flat. It was slightly opened so I just knocked before walking right in. A light haired girl was standing in the middle of the room. She was surrounded by lots of bags shattered all over the floor. Her body was clad in a short summer dress that hugged her skinny figure perfectly, although it was a bit tight around her chest. I must have been at least one head smaller than her. Wearing only comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt I felt a bit shabby.

“Hi, I’m Charlotte. Looks like we are sharing this room.” she said, sounding like she was bored out of her mind. She hadn’t  even turned around properly.

“I’m Rose.” I mumbled irritated. Phil placed my suitcase on the floor, the loud thud got Charlotte’s attention.

“Oh hey there, Philly” she suddenly smiled and walked over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“You know each other?” I asked curiously while scanning my new flat.

“We went to the same high school.” Charlotte chirped before she started unpacking a huge suitcase filled with panties and bras. Phil cockily smirked.

“Do you know anybody round here?” he asked me while his eyes wandered over my body.

“Nope.” I answered a hint of insecurity in my voice.

“Me and my room mate are throwing a welcome party for all the freshmen . Why don’t you come and make a few friends?” he invited me with a fake smile plastered onto his face.

I wasn’t really an active party goer I was a night in kinda girl. This was my first day at uni though, I was going to spend years here. What if I already ditch the first party and never make friends? No, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m in.” I announced happily although I wasn’t really keen on going.

At 8pm I was standing in front the huge mirror in the bathroom and sceptically examined my outfit. I was an amateur when it came to parties. Charlotte was nearly ready to go and I could tell that it was definitely not the first party she had attended. In the matter of a second she had put a sexy outfit together. I didn’t even have clothes like that. She walked into the bathroom and stood next to me. With a satisfied grin on her face she looked at herself in the mirror.

‘Why did I agree to this?’ I asked myself in panic.

There were a few knocks on the door. At least six girls started entering our flat. They all showed a lot more skin then I did and I felt a bit under dressed now. After they had greeted Charlotte with squeals and hugs they noticed that I was in the room as well.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” I said once again. They just nodded.

“Have you already seen Phil today?” a girl with dark hair asked Charlotte, who nodded with a smile.

“Do you think you’ll have sex with him tonight?” she asked.

“I hope so.” Charlotte grinned before she walked out of the room with the rest of her clique.

I nervously followed them with a bit of space between us.

Turns out that the party was held at a big frat house. There was music blasting through the speakers, everybody was already drunk and people were shamelessly making out or worse. It was disgusting to look at, but the other girls seemed to be impressed. Phil stood next to the opened door and greeted arriving guests. I walked in following the crowd of girls.

“Hey there ladies.” Phil shouted over the loud music.

I shot him a small smile, but then I noticed the boy who stood next to him. My heart nearly skipped a beat. ‘It couldn’t be him, right?!’

“Let me introduce you to my friend Dan.” Phil said gesturing towards the arrogant looking boy.

It was him.

A few girls started giggling. ‘Pathetic.’ I thought as Dan checked every new girl out individually. He was leaning against the door frame and I noticed that Charlotte had taken interest in him. She approached him with swaying hips.

“I’m Charlotte, do you know where I can get a drink here.” she seductively whispered while batting her eyelashes.

“We’ve got loads of beer in the -fuck Edwards is that you?!” he suddenly shouted.

His eyes had landed on me. He blinked a few times in disbelief before he walked over.

“It’s actually you. Did you think you could sneak past me?” he laughed his broad shoulders shaking.

The fact that Dan seemed to know me earned me a lot of jealous and curious looks. I wasn’t searching for attention or drama, but I could feel Charlotte’s death glare burn holes into my skin.

“Since when are you going to university, I thought you’d be homeless or in prison by now?” I growled while shaking my head.

“Very funny Edwards.” Dan chuckled. “You are still so feisty. Don’t get me wrong but since when do you leave the library to go to a frat party?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

'I don’t. This was a huge mistake. Mission abort.’ I answered him in my head, but in reality I just shrugged. He was right though, I’d prefer being in a library over this. I would even rather be in a library without books right now.

“What are you even studying?” I wanted to know still shocked by the fact that Dan Howell had made it into my dream uni as well.

“Law. But I’m mainly here for the girls, parties and football.”

I groaned at his stupidity.  

“Look, I’d love to keep chatting with you.” Dan said, emphasising the word love.  “But on their first day here girls are literally begging for me to fuck them.” he continued with a cocky grin that I wanted to wipe off his face so badly.

“And if Phil sleeps with more girls than me tonight my reputation might be ruined.”

I glared at him, my blood boiling with hate.

“You are not interested in being girl number three tonight, right?” Dan then asked, licking his lips while eyeing me up and down. His hand was resting on the wall next to my face.

I just rolled my eyes and walked away, not looking back as he shouted 'Your loss then’.  

On my way out I bumped into Charlotte. She was pretty drunk already which meant that she was capable of finding the alcohol even without Dan’s help.

“Why do you know Dan?” she hissed.

“We went to the same high school. He was always a grade above me.” I explained nonchalantly and continued walking.

“And why do you hate him?” Charlotte snapped at me.

“That’s a long story.”

Dare |2|

Originally posted by blondejongin

A/N: Okay, I know that i said that The Hot7 was my top priority… But look, Artificial Love made me do this.

WARNING: Violence and this has a girl x girl kiss so if you don’t like that…skip that part?

Part 1


The game went on and there was no escaping Baekhyun’s hard stare. He looked at you no matter what was going on in the room. Every time you looked up at him, his eyes seemed to get darker. You knew he was fucking you in his mind and it made the entrance of your pussy more damp every time. You tried to shake off the feelings but they were there to stay.  

“Okay, back to Y/N!” Miyu was now asking you the question, “Truth or Dare?”

“Hmm, dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” You looked at her and smirked.

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A leader has to rule.

Paring: Negan x Reader.

Warnings: Some injuries mentioned?, Language and angst.

P.S: I didn’t know exactly what I wanted but I think it ran out of my initial idea. I use as the base some things that happened on the show, and I inclement some things to add more… idk, “meaning”.I hope you guys like it. And I would love to hear what you guys have to say. Xoxo L.

Word Count: 3099

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Negan enters in his room after killing the doctor, “it has to be done” he thought. He sat on the couch and stare into space “how things went through this? Why Sherry left? And why they had to free Daryl? I was almost making him crack under my hands. Fuck it” he thinks while he got up and went to get a cup of whiskey.


Was a pretty day today, after a while being here in Sanctuary and getting to understand all the point system (not that I worked with it, I’m one of Negan wives after all so I don’t need to move a muscle, but I don’t want to get lazy with my ass doing nothing all day just drinking and eventually having sex with Negan). I got to know that Negan was pretty smart about all that. How he makes the Saviors work and how he get everyone around here to work and to fear him.

Going back inside while I had a little escape getting the top of the trees to think about how my life got to that point. I went to the infirmary to find no one there, and after walking through the huge place I found Eugene, being honest I hated the guy, never understand why Abbe and Rosita kept him alive since the only thing he does is complain and cry all the time. I honestly always wanted to shot him in the fucking face. I mean we always fight, and since he got into the group we just protected him, my group.. well, ex-group, don’t need that weight on our shoulders. Not more than we already had.

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a heart to heart

i know that sounds fake but! I actually did something for this week’s #choicescreates!

Book: Endless Summer

Prompt: Do you believe in soulmates? - MC has a surprising conversation with Zahra

Pairing: MC x any LI (mentioned)

Rating: again idk??? there’s alcohol and light swear words

@lauraotaku2234 @hollyashton - i hope it’s okay that i tagged you


It’s been a long day. Most of your group were out on an exploration today to check out the perimeters around the resort. You hadn’t really found anything, but there were moments when strange things had happened and you had felt watched. Someone seemed to be out there. But who? And what did they want from all of you?

The rest of the gang is down at the pool, celebrating not dying in the jungle and trying to enjoy their stay here while ignoring the fact that they’re stuck. You can understand them, but you wanted to be alone to process all the things that are going on. Like where did all the people go? How does time work on this damn island? Why are you here? You know that there is a reason for everything. You feel it in your gut. And you really want to find out what it is. It also scares you, that all of your friends, who really have grown close to you the last few days, have to put themselves in danger every day. Especially….

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The Last Time

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mild sexual content, death, drunk driver accident (to me it’s actually not that sad it like oh ok)

Summary: this was the last time you could deal with it, but would it cost your life?

Word Count: 1,438

Notes: wow an actual one-shot, feels like forever tbh, anyways this fic is supposed to be sad bu eeh idk man, plus this one shot is inspired by a this song (Ill link below), recommend listening to it while reading to get the feels, but whatever floats your goat man. Thank yall v much for the love and support I literally die every time I get a message from one of you so yea here it is hope you enjoy.

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anonymous asked:

idk if you watch Friends, but 'the one where everybody finds out' with Stiles and Lydia in the place of Chandler and Monica. Btw you are my new most favourite blog. EVER.

Okay. So Since Teen Wolf is Back and We are all dying, I’m back to writing. I still have a few prompts in my ask but feel free to send me prompts! Anyway this one is super old but I have finally been able to do it justice! Hope you guys like it!

They know when it started. It was at Scott and Allison’s Engagement party. Well, at 2am the night after Scott and Allison’s Engagement party.

Lydia got too drunk, what with not having eaten anything the night before and the impending singleness that lurked in the air during the party. People stealing glances at her and whispers about how she spent too much time in the science lab or how she needed to ‘snatch one up quick’ before all the good ones were gone. Lydia was strong and usually didn’t let any of this get to her, but tonight the whispers and glances were stinging unusually low as she watches her ex Aiden walk into the bar hand in hand with a girl.  Sure, Lydia was happy for her best friend. Thrilled in fact, as the maid of honor all she wanted was to make this night unforgettable for Allison. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a few drinks, right?

Stiles took Lydia home, making sure she was okay. They’d been best friends for years now, and they’d watched Scott and Allison’s relationship grow throughout the years and they sat idly by. Stiles kept getting nudges from His father and his new wife, Melissa, about how he was next. Sure, he knew they were teasing and not pressuring, but Stiles couldn’t keep a girl to save his life. First Cora, moving to south America, then Malia, which was amicable but nothing that really could’ve gone further. He didn’t understand her animalistic needs the way Theo did. So, Stiles excused himself and went to hang out with Lydia, doing shots with her as they stood in the corner making elaborate backstories for people they didn’t know.

At around 1am, Stiles and Lydia walked to their place. They lived across the hall from each other but they were known for Crashing on each other’s sofas quite often. They were both drunk, as they sat on the couch, talking silently in their own little bubble.

“They’re really happy, aren’t they? Do you remember the last time you looked at someone the way he looks at her?” Lydia whispered as she unconsciously played with the rolled-up sleeve of Stiles’ button down shirt that made his chest look warm and inviting.

Stiles nodded looking down at her hand tickling his arm. “They are… and… I guess…” he whispered low as he looked at how he strawberry blonde hair framed her face perfectly. He remembered that’s how he used to look at her. In Elementary School, Middle School, even High School. Eventually Isaac had sat him down and told him to move on. So, Stiles did. He dated a few girls, and Lydia fell comfortably into the position of his Best Friend. He still had thoughts sometimes, about her like that. On nights like tonight when his thoughts were swimming in alcohol and her perfume engulfed him as they sat impossibly close.

Lydia then whispered “I don’t… I mean… There was Aiden but… There was always something off about him and us. I guess I just miss being held. Loved like that.” Lydia looked up at him thoughts cloudy but crystal clear like the moonlight bouncing off his eyes. She’d had thoughts before, of him in this way. In High School, for a little while in college as she became closer to him. Even though they were best friends, she often thought of them in bed together, or what his mouth could do to hers when he wasn’t babbling on about mythology and law enforcement ideas. Her hand softly moved to play with the edge of his collar, now unbuttoned, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. She whispered, impossibly soft. “Sometimes I’m scared I’ll never feel that way again. Like no one will ever want me.”

Stiles was shocked. She had been vulnerable with him before. He knew she often doubted herself, but he didn’t think he’d ever heard her sound this sad, his alone. Stiles frowns and moved his hand to caress her cheek, as he shifted on the couch to face her. “Lydia…. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You are the bravest person I know, kind and smart and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want you?”

Lydia looked up at him her hands softly grabbing at his collar and pulled him into her. She pressed her lips softly to his before gently wrapping her arms around his neck. Stiles was a little startled but closed his eyes gently resting his hands on her waist.

They’d kissed before. Once. That forgotten night in the locker room when she stopped him from a panic attack. He’d thought about it before. The way her hands cupped his face as she pulled him in calming him efficiently. She’d thought about it before. The way his warm lips felt against hers and the numerous times she’d wanted to do it again.

Like tonight. Expect tonight, the alcohol lowered their inhibitions. They were doing what they’d been wanting to do for ages. They were giving in to each other. Intertwined, bodies fitting perfectly, like they were two molded pieces, made for each other.

That was the first night it happened. After that, they found themselves looking for empty apartments, or late night rides in the jeep or dirty bathrooms at their usual bar. They found themselves making excuses to be with each other, whether it involved laundry, the movies, their parents, assignments, really anything. The proximity of their apartments made everything that much easier, and still that much harder.

There had been a few slip ups.

Like the time when Stiles was leaving for class and he accidentally kissed Lydia in front of everyone. Of course, Stiles being himself, went around kissing Kira and Malia as well before he left, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Leaving them all shocked, and Lydia blushing. Malia and Kira gave him a stern talking to the next day while Lydia stifled a laugh from behind them, pretending to be appalled as well.

Then there was the time Lydia was having a rough day, so she insisted her secret boyfriend Stiles Stilinski take a bath with her. Of course, she didn’t think Allison would be home from work early and knocked on the bathroom door urging to come in and ask her about takeout. Stiles natural ducked under the bubbles as Allison talked a little too long about Chinese Food, even though Lydia insisted she didn’t want any. Of course, Stiles being Stiles made Lydia call Allison back in as he hid under the bubbles for some egg rolls and lo Mein.

Then Scott found out.

Stiles and Scott were driving back from the grocery store on their weekly trip in the Jeep, whose trunk and back seat were big enough to fit the amount of groceries they needed on a weekly basis. Stiles as always, was humming along to the music, his left leg shaking as he tapped on the wheel. Then Scott spoke “Did we buy any of those brownies that come pre-packaged?” Stiles nodded vigorously as he kept humming and tapping along to the music.

Scott then decided to turn around in his seat and start digging through the groceries until he found the brownies. Of course, What he found weren’t the groceries at all, but Lydia Martin’s bright red bra she had left in the back seat from their last rendezvous. Scott smiled wide as he pulled it out and looked at it. “Dude. Who’s is this?”

Stiles frowned, not looking at him. “Who’s is what?” Stiles continued tapping as he pulled up to their apartment and saw the bright red bra. He’d been so very happy to see it the night before, but now his eyes were wide and he was blushing a shade similar to the bra Scott was holding up. Stiles quickly snatched it. “No one. Mind your own business.” Stiles said quickly as he shoved it into his coat.

Scott Laughs smiling grabbing the groceries from the Jeep’s Trunk. “Come on dude. I’m your best friend just tell me.” Stiles chuckles shaking his head as he pulled too many groceries out of the car and into their apartment.

“This girl, Scott.” He said, hoping Scott would forget it. Thankfully, Scott nodded punching him in the arm, happy he was finally dating again before distracting himself with the brownies.

Later that day, as usual they went over to the girl place all sitting around the Tv, not paying much attention to the repeat playing in the background. They hung out there because Lydia and Allison’s place was both bigger and had more comfortable seating. Allison, Kira and Malia were sitting on the couch when Lydia walked in from her room. “Hey Allison, did you see my bright red bra when you did laundry? I can’t find it in my drawer.”

Allison shook her head shrugging at Lydia. Scott took a couple seconds to process it before he gasped loudly, eyes wide as he pointed at Lydia and Stiles back and forth. Stiles made a face to Lydia as he stood up and grabbed Scott. “Scott, can I talk to you for a second?” Stiles said a little frantically as Scott kept pointing at him and Lydia making loud noises like he couldn’t get the words out. Lydia and Stiles dragged him into Lydia’s Room. Stiles ended up covering Scotts mouth in the process and tackling him onto the bed. Scott was still pointing frantically between them. Stiles sighed and gently said “Yes okay. Yes.” As he pulled his hand off Scotts mouth and getting off him.

Scott sat up, eyes still wide. He pointed to Stiles “You!” then at Lydia “and you?!”            

Lydia nodded frantically. “Yes, yes but you can’t tell anyone okay? No one knows!”

Scott was still very shocked and confused, he looked around at them “How? When?”

Stiles sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “It happened after the engagement party.”

Scott’s eyes widened again. “AFTER THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY?”

Stiles freaked covering his mouth and looking back to the door making sure no one else heard. His hands moving a little frantically as he spoke “The reason we didn’t want to tell anyone is because we didn’t want to make a big deal about it…”

Scott groaned still looking back and forth between the two of them. “But it is a big deal!” He stood up quickly. “I have to tell someone!” which led to Stiles and Lydia both grabbing him and making him sit down again, trying to calm him.

Stiles shook his head looking at him. “Scott you can’t!”

Lydia stood in front of Scott. “Please? We just don’t want to have to deal with telling everyone okay? Just promise you won’t tell.”

Scott looked between them frantically, the words almost gliding off his lips. He felt like he needed to tell someone, but the looks on their faces made him sigh loudly. “Alright!” He looked between them still trying to grasp what he just learned. “Man this is unbelievable! I mean… Its great! But…” he kept looking between them.

Stiles and Lydia had shifted to staring at each other, with big stupid goofy smiles on their faces. Lydia slowly walked to Stiles and wrapped her arms around his neck, making Stiles’ arms automatically wrap around her waist as a reflex. “I know, It’s great.” She said, smiling so wide, Scott thought her cheeks probably hurt. Then they kissed and Scott was kind of grossed out but he loved seeing two of his best friends so happy. Their eyes glowed and they radiated euphoria. Scott would keep the secret as long as they wanted, or as long as he could. He would give anything to make those two happy like they were in each other’s arms.

Then, hiding it became more difficult.

Because, now that Scott knew, their apartment became a safe haven for Stiles and Lydia to be themselves. Scott would often come home to find Lydia curled into Stiles’ lap while they watched a movie or did a crossword puzzle. Or he would wake up to the smell of bacon being cooked and find Lydia making breakfast for a sleeping Stiles before class in nothing but his old t-shirts she loved. Scott loved it. How happy they were together, but it was becoming increasingly hard to hide this from the rest of their friends.

Then Allison found out.

Allison walked into Scott and Stile’s apartment, without using a key because they never locked their door. She told him she would come over after class, but class ended early so here she was. Allison knew Stiles was home, so she figured she’d bug him until Scott showed up. She walked to his door, about to knock when she heard him speak behind it, she frowned.

“I can’t wait for tonight.” Stiles said, with an audible grin. Allison smiled. It was nice to hear him happy, probably with a girl. She wondered who he was talking to.

“Me either. I’ll just tell Allison I’m going to go do laundry for a couple hours.” Allison heard Lydia say, with the charming ring in her voice. Allison’s eyes widened.

“Laundry, huh? Is that my new nickname?” Stiles said chuckling.

Allison heard Lydia giggle before whispering something incomprehensible and then she heard moans coming from the door. Allison quickly backed away from the door freaking out, pointing at it. No way. She thought, thinking of all the times Lydia and Stiles have recently disappeared together and she didn’t think anything of it. They were together. Oh. My. God. Allison heard Scott walk in and she kept pointing to the door eyes wide. Scott realized why she was pointing and pulls her outside into the hallway nodding.

Allison was jumping up and down, freaking out. She whispered “Stiles and Lydia!”

Scott nodded. “Yes I know.”

Allison stopped jumping up and down, and frowned. “wait you know? Why didn’t you tell me? We tell each other everything baby.”

Scott nodded holding her hands. “I know but they made me promise not to tell. And you can’t tell anyone either Ally.”

Allison pouted, grabbing Scotts neck. “But we have to tell someone!”

Scott shook his head. “They really don’t want to tell anyone yet… plus now I can talk to you about it which is such a relief I’ve known way too long.”

Allison frowns. “How long has this been happening?”

Scott sighs looking down at her. “Since the engagement party… But look Kira and Malia and Isaac cannot find out. Okay?”

Allison nodded, pouting before kissing Scott. “Okay.”

After that, things went smoothly for a while. Stiles and Lydia didn’t know that Allison knew. Although Allison was making hiding a bit easier for Lydia. She would spend more time at the library or out with Scott so Lydia and Stiles could have alone time. She would “make too much” French pastries so Lydia would have an excuse to go see Stiles for a bit. Everything was going well. Lydia and Stiles were infatuated with each other in a way that was like a fairytale. They were going on read dates and staying over each other’s places.

Then Malia and Kira found out. And all Hell broke loose.

Allison, Kira and Malia were across the street From Allison and Lydia’s apartment helping Isaac pick out a new place. Kira and Malia were looking out the window smiling. There was a perfect view of their friend’s apartment from there. “Hey! Look its Stiles and Lydia!”

Allison’s eyes widened and she ran to the window, watching what was unfolding before their eyes. Lydia was smiling as she grabbed Stiles by the belt loops and pulled him against her. Stiles smiled rolling his eyes, saying something to her before kissing her. Their clothes started coming off quickly as Stiles pressed her into the window. Malia’s eyes widened “STILES AND LYDIA! STILES AND LYDIA!” Kira was pointing and freaking out silently.

Allison nodded. “I know I know but you cannot tell Isaac okay!? They don’t want anyone to know!

Isaac walked in smiling.  “So I think this might be a good bachelor pad for me.” The girls quickly turns and nodded jumping up and down, trying to distract him from the window.

Kira said “We love this apartment for you! You should totally try and get it come on we’ll go with you!”

Isaac chuckled, loving the enthusiasm and let himself be guided to the front office to sign his new lease.

When the girls got home, Scott was sitting on the couch spread out reading a book. Allison smiled and leaned around to kiss around his face. Scott smiled and pulled her over the couch onto his lap smiling. “Hi.”

Allison smiles wide. “We have good news! The girls know!”

Scott’s eyes widen as he looked at them. “That’s great! Now enough people know, that we can just tell them we know!”

Kira frowned as Malia sat down next to her. “Wait you’ve known? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Scott sighed. “Come on guy’s you know I wanted to! They just didn’t want me to! But now, enough of us know that it doesn’t matter!”

Malia smiled. “Or we could mess with them.” Kira nodded in agreement.

Scott groaned. “What?! No! no more secrets!”

Allison smiled. “I like that idea…”

“They don’t know that we know! So we can mess with them… I’ll use my obvious sex appeal…” Malia said smiling. Just as she said that, Lydia and Stiles walked in. Malia winked at the rest and walked up to Stiles, smiling. She ran her hand down his chest. “Wow, Stiles you’re looking really good today…”

Stiles chuckled smiling running his hands through his hair. “Well you know, this shirt is new…”

Kira and Allison chuckled a little as they watched Malia flirt with Stiles. Scott covered his eyes unable to watch the complicated web of lies forming in front of him. Malia smiled and nodded, reaching to rub his shoulders. “It really does you justice. Shows off your strong chest…” Stiles blushed hard smiling, a little confused. Malia winked at him, before grabbing her stuff and leaving with Kira.

Stiles chuckled fixing his shirt, feeling very full of himself. He looked at Lydia raising his eyebrows. Lydia was frowning trying to figure out what was going on as she saw Allison and Scott disappear into Allison’s room. Stiles chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lydia’s waist. “See babe, you’re dating a big shot hottie… I told you this shirt was good for me!”

Lydia looks up at him. “Stiles its just another flannel….” Her eyes widen as she gasped. “Oh my God they know!”

Stiles frowned looking at her. “What? Is it so hard to believe that I have a strong chest?” Stiles rubbed his arm over his own chest and shoulder then his eyes widened. “Oh My God! They Know!” Lydia nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“They’re messing with us!” Lydia said as she pulled away from Stiles. A devious smile crossed her face that reminded Stiles of why he liked her to begin with. “But wait! They don’t know that we know they know!”

Stiles chuckled. “Okay, so what are we going to do about it?”

Lydia smiled and pulled Stiles closed. “You are going to call Malia’s bluff. You are going to go up to her and ask her to come over and you are going to flirt your ass off.”

Stiles’ eyes widen. “What? Why me!? Can’t you flirt with her Lydia?”

Lydia chuckles and kisses Stiles. “Come on you got this. I believe in you.”

Stiles smiled wide, the determined look on her face making his heart swell like every time she bit her lip and looked at him like he was crazy.

So Later that day, when Malia came over, Stiles made sure to go up to her smiling as slyly as he could. “So, Lia…” He said trying to be smooth. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over later. I have wine and maybe you can fee l my strong chest some more… like old times…”

Stiles smiled as he leaned over Malia, his hand resting on her waist. Malia looked a little taken aback as she looked around at Kira and Allison. “Um Yeah… Sounds Good…”

Stiles nodded and pulled away. “Cool. See you tonight then.” Stiles walked out with a confidence that surprised everyone. Malia was just kind of stunned as she watched Stiles Leave.

Kira frowned. “What? I can’t believe Stiles would do that to Lydia…unless…” Kira looked at Allison and they groaned in unison. “They know we know!”

Malia sighed. “So what, is the jig up then?”

Scott groaned walking out. “Please Please Please let the jig be up!”

Allison and Kira smiled deviously, and Allison said “But they don’t know, we know they know we know.”

Malia frowned in confusion looking around to all of them. “What?”

Kira chuckles at Malia’s confusion. “We are going to keep pushing them until they admit.” Malia nodded, pretending to understand.

Scott groaned and laid on the couch annoyed at this entire situation. All Scott wanted was for them to admit everything so the lying could be done. The girls help Malia get ready and Lydia has to mentally prepare Stiles. Sure, at some point, Malia and Stiles had been a thing, but now they’re friends. So, this was going to be very very weird.

Stiles waited nervously in his button down and slacks for Malia to come. Lydia was frantically fixing his collar, trying to give him a pep-talk so he could go through with this. They were at a stale mate of unwanted flirting and advances that would implode in some ones face. Malia was fixing her dress awkwardly as she looked at Kira for encouragement. She knew she could do it but she didn’t know if she wanted to. She knocked on his door nervous, as the others scattered to hide behind the door.

Stiles let Lydia hide quickly before rushing to answer the door. “Hello.” He looked at Malia and was immediately intimidated by the amount of cleavage being showed in her dress. They weren’t kidding around with this, they were pushing it to the max.

Malia smiled wide and walked close to Stiles. “Hello. Don’t you look handsome….”

Stiles nodded smiling, not as wide as he normally would have. “You look very nice… Do you want some wine?” He quickly turned to the counter struggling to look for the bottle of wine. Malia groaned silently behind his and shuddered before stopping him and pulling him close.

“Wine sound good, but how about we just move to the chest touching.” She said her hands rubbing his chest as she looked at him. He nodded nervously and awkwardly held her waist. Malia challenged this by moving her hands to hold his belt. Stiles was nervous as he moved his arm to her shoulder avoiding looking at her cleavage. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Stiles nodded eyes wide “Not if I kiss you first.” Malia slowly leaned in their lips puckered and he puckered his lip avoiding moving any closer to her, his head shaking. Malia was moving closer avoiding it to until their lips barely touched when Stiles snapped away from her quickly. “YOU WIN! YOU WIN! I CAN’T DO THIS!”

Malia smiled wide as everyone walked back into the room hearing Stiles scream, Lydia slowly peeking out of the bathroom.  “And why not!?”

“BECAUSE I LOVE LYDIA!” He said eyes wide looking at her.

Malia’s eyes widened as she looked between them. “What?”

“I love Lydia! I love her!” Stiles said pointing to Lydia.

Malia smiled as everyone smiles, pouring in behind her. “What? I just thought you guys were hooking up, I didn’t know you were in love!”

Lydia whispered softly from behind Stiles “You love me?”

Stiles nodded turning to her, his arms finding their natural place around her body. He whispered to her “Of course, I love you. I’m in Love with you…”

Lydia smiles wide, with tears in her eyes, whispering “I love you too dummy…”

Stiles smiled, his heart filling with joy as he leaned down to kiss her, holding her tight to his body. Lydia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling away.

Scott sighed in relief from behind Allison. “Okay, So now we know and they know we know can we just tell Isaac and be done with it?” His voice exasperated, exhausted by the schemes and lies.

Isaac walked up behind them confused. “Tell me what?”

Malia and Kira smiled as they said in unison “Stiles and Lydia are together.”

Isaac frowned then chuckled. “What you guys didn’t know? They hooked up the weekend of the engagement party. Super obvious about it by the way guys…”

Everyone just kind of looked at Isaac in shock before laughing to themselves. They all fell to their natural spots on the couch, with Stiles holding Lydia tight into his chest.

This slowly became their new norm. Stiles and Lydia were a like a single entity in the friend group now. It was almost as if they had always been that way. The fit so well together that everyone wondered why they didn’t notice before. The way they subtly looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking, or found an excuse to say the other’s name just because they could. Stiles and Lydia were cool and comfortable, yet they pushed each other in the best way possible. They were two parts of one soul and they’d finally made their way back to each other.