look at the bag under my eye at the top right

Watch how he treats waiters and speaks to his sister and acts when you win your third round of spit. Does he untangle Christmas lights with care? Fuck this. Hold that. Make sure you listen. When you’re late –overtired and dead in the eyes– watch him. Does he draw you close and talk you into slow dancing around your shoebox bedroom? Tell him a joke and wait for his lungs to bleed laughter. If they don’t, you should leave. Or stay and watch him cook dinner and fold laundry. Flip pancakes. Touch your underwear and sigh. Oh! Kids and dogs, too. Puppies, preferably. These are good indicators. Does he dip low to greet them? Small things might scare him, and if they do, you should leave. Or don’t. Or tiptoe around him until the tension erupts. Storm Warning. Code Red. Listen to him sing in the shower. Billy Joel. Elton John. Elvis, but only around Christmas time. Forgive, but don’t forget. And fuck. All the time. Don’t ever call it making love. That's idiotic, and you know it. Do it in your childhood bed after your parents fall asleep. Just once and only for the adrenalin. A quickie. A never have I ever completed. Afterwards, tell him about the time you lost your virginity to James Nelson in the backseat of his mom’s mini van. Tell him you think you were too young, but mean you wish you could take it back, and let him see you bare for a moment.  Let him kiss you hard like he’s trying to tell you something, but don’t make any assumptions. He could be too drunk, after all. He’s always too drunk. Have the kids talk, the marriage talk, the my side of the bed talk. If you survive all of this, you should stay. Unless you say, “We need to talk,” and he squirms. This is cruel, but ultimately effective. Or maybe try, “I love you.” This, I warn you, is even crueler. When he says it back, ask why, and listen as he hands you pebble after pebble of ego. Don’t be fooled. You can still leave. That’s still an option. Clothes thrown haphazardly into a suitcase- his or yours, you honestly can’t remember. You say you want more, and he asks of what. It’s ok not to know, but even if you do know, don’t you dare clue him in. For once in your life play hard to get. Watch him watch you half-way through the threshold of something brand new. Does he cry? Not now, necessarily, just ever. If he didn’t cry when you watched The Titanic, you should leave. Unless he’s crying now. Which he is. Holy shit. Unpack your bag slowly, sock by sock, and let yourself wonder if you’re making the right decision. Let your heart break a little for the other side of the coin. Does he care about people? Not just you, but people. Humanity. Peace on earth. But then, okay, does he care about you? Enough, I mean. Does he care about you enough? He’s here now, and he says your name like a prayer, like a curse, like a thing he thought he’d lost in the fire. And then he’s mad as hell. Wait for him to clench his fists and practice patience. Push his buttons if you like, but don’t expect him to play nice. Sleep on the couch, just for a night, and hold on tight when he carries you back to your bed, his bed,  in the middle of the night. Don’t bring it up in the morning. He’ll just blame it on your sleepwalking, and that’ll spark another fight about nothing. And by nothing I mean everything. Watch him pour your coffee a week later and add two sugars and a cream, just how you like it. Does he still pray under his breath right before bed? Listen to the way he says, “Amen,” and compare it to the way he traces your brow when he thinks you’re still asleep. He’s too proud to act that way in front of his parents. Or anyone else, for that matter. Look through his drawers, top to bottom, and swallow the thrill that arises when you find the crumpled love note you once left on his desk at the job that he quit last year. Remember the way he used to call you darling. Mourn for a moment, only a moment, the way he used to be. And watch him that night, stroking the cat you couldn’t leave at the shelter, and let yourself wonder what life might be like without him. If the answer scares you or excites you or makes you tuck your feet up under your legs, stop. Breathe. He’s staring at you, waiting for answers. Scoot a little closer. You know what to do.
—  on falling in love and falling apart 
Shiver (One Shot)

A/N: I got this idea from a scene in Twilight (if you’re a fan, you’ll know which scene lol) and I wanted to put my own sexy twist on it with Bucky. I hope you guys like it! - D. 

Shiver: After a mission goes bad, Reader and Bucky are forced to take shelter during a snowy night. What happens when you show symptoms of hypothermia? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Extremely NSFW. There’s also sex gifs used. (If you’re not comfortable with any of these, keep scrolling.) 

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In [Harry Potter’s] Heartbeat

“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said brightly as she slid into the seat across from Harry at his table in the library.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Harry responded absently, not breaking his gaze away from where Draco Malfoy sat, a few tables over. His Transfiguration essay lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes when she noticed that Harry had only written down two sentences.

“Listen, Harry, I was wondering if you could help me with some of my homework,” Hermione put forth.

Harry didn’t bother to reply this time. He probably wasn’t even listening, as he was far too distracted watching Draco saunter out of the library.

“Harry?”

Harry abruptly turned his head to face Hermione.

“Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was…” Harry paused and blushed an intense shade of puce. “Daydreaming,” he finished quickly and coughed. “What were you saying?”

Hermione shook her head in amusement at Harry’s obvious crush on Draco.

“I asked if you’d like to help me with an assignment for my Ancient Studies class,” Hermione said and Harry gasped.

“Hermione Granger is asking Harry Potter for help with an assignment? I never thought this day would come. Well, go on. What is it you need my brilliant mind for?”

Hermione chuckled and answered, “Lately we’ve been studying ways to invent new spells with theories and techniques from Ancient Magic. This assignment was to create a spell that would make an emotion sentient. For example, you could cast a spell to make someone’s anger  sentient and a fireball or something would show up and lead the person to things that made them angry. Anyways, I need you to be a test subject for my spell.”

Harry frowned. “So you don’t need my brilliant mind after all.” Then he asked, “Why isn’t Ron your test subject?”

“Oh, Ron’s too busy.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Doing what? Last I saw him, he was playing Wizard’s Poker with Dean and Seamus.”

“He’s busy now. Helping Ginny with Quidditch strategies for the match next week.”

“Funny. I wouldn’t think Ginny would need any help-”

Hermione cut him off by clearing her throat loudly. “The point is, I’m in need of a test subject and you’re available. Are you willing to help me?”

“Sure, I guess. Which emotion did you decide to do?” Harry said.

“Love.”

Harry suddenly looked very nervous. “What kind of love?”

Hermione shrugged. “I was aiming for romantic love, but the spell’s a work in progress. Could turn out to be any kind of love.”

“So the spell will lead me to who I love.”

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Hit and Run (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t ( you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)

Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons. 

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc

Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))

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HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.

“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”

You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”

Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”

“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”

“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.

“Who the hell is Dart?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.

You glared at the kid.

“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”

“And where will we get that much meat?”

“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”

Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.

“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”

You crossed your arms all smug.

Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.

You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.

You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.

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Cozy

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,287

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), NSFW Gifs, dirty talk, language, mentions of prostitutes, bit of angst and fluff. 

A/N: Such a tropey one shot… but it was stuck in my head and had to come out! Enjoy my lovelies!  

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If you heard Bucky snore one more time, you were going to smother him with your pillow.

How can the man be asleep in this bitter cold?

You were frozen.

Frost bite was creeping into places it shouldn’t be in.

You couldn’t feel any of your limbs and you were pretty sure that your heart rate was slowing.

A rock was poking into your backside through the padding of the sleeping bag and your pillow was lumpy. You also thought that a spider had taken up residence in your little cocoon of warmth. But you couldn’t be mad at it, it was fucking cold.

Hunkering deeper into your sleeping bag, you grit your teeth as another rumble from Bucky echoed in the small space.

You watched the canvas of the tent shake with the force of the wind outside. The bright moon offering the only light.

This mission had gone bad from the start and even gotten worse as the days went on.

This was the rock bottom.

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Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: YOU GET HURT

(Isaac’s is my favorite, the rest are moderately average lol sorry for this)

P.S. I know you guys like these and I want to do more but you have to understand they take REALLY long to write so some patience would be appreciated. please and thank you. xoxoxo

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

 Scott McCall

I was walking home from Deaton’s animal clinic after my shift when I felt a presence behind me.

“Hello?” I called looking around.

I didn’t hear anything so I continued on my way. Normally I was okay walking home by myself but tonight felt different. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped the strap of my bag and picked up my pace. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get over this fear that I was being followed.

“whoever you are leave me alone!” I screamed before sprinting down the alley that would eventually lead to my house.

I was looking back when I tripped over my feet falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard causing the contents of my backpack to spill all over the pavement. I could still feel the presence as I struggled to gather my books. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm causing me to scream.

“y/n hey it’s okay it’s just me!”

I looked up and there was my co-worker and friend Scott McCall. I was relieved to see him.

“Scott?” I questioned looking at him.

“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me up.

“I thought someone was following me.” I admitted looking at the ground.

“here let me help you.” Scott said bending down and helping me pick up my books.

We reached for the same book causing our hands to touch. I quickly pulled mine back and tried to fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“thanks.” I said grabbing the book from him.

“do you uh want me to walk you home?” Scott asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“sure Scott that sounds great.” I said shyly.

The rest of the walk to my house was silent but I definitely felt safer with Scott by my side. We walked up to my porch still not saying anything.

“thanks Scott you really didn’t have to do this.” I said turning to face him with a small smile on my face.

“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” He said returning the smile.

I reached over and gave Scott a hug. He returned it wrapping his arms around me. He pulled away quickly.

“y/n you’re bleeding.” He said looking at my knee.

I looked down to see my pants were torn and I had a large cut on my knee.

“wow I didn’t even feel this.” I said giggling a little.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” Scott said grabbing my hand and walking in my house.

He brought me to my kitchen and picked me up before sitting me down on top of the counter. He walked over grabbing some paper towels and running them under the water from the sink. He came rolling up my pant leg and pressing the towel to my bleeding knee. I flinched quickly grabbing his hand.

“sorry.” I said letting go.

“It’ll only hurt for a little.” He said walking over and getting a bandage,.

He came back over putting it on the cut. I couldn’t help but admire how sweet he was.

“all better."  He said smiling and standing up.

"thanks.” I said for the third time tonight.

Scott and I just stood there looking at each other until his gaze dropped down to my lips. I felt my heart rate speed up as he slowly leaned in. I met him the rest of the way connecting my lips to his. I could feel him smiling throughout the kiss. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine.

“I’m all better now.” I said not being able to stop the smile on my face.

Originally posted by tweenw

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles and I were both really awkward and clumsy people so when it came to our relationship things usually got really bad really fast. Today was no different. Stiles was supposed to come over to study for the chemistry test but I had a different idea. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew that Stiles was too shy to bring up the sex talk so I knew I had to be the one to do it. Earlier this week I went to the store and purchased some lingerie, I was currently sitting in my room in the outfit I bought.

“so babe I have a question about page 45 in the textbook.” Stiles said walking in looking down at his chem textbook.

“yes baby?” I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.

Stiles looked up immediately dropping his textbook. I could see his cheeks starting to turn pink.

“uh w-w-what are you doing?” Stiles stuttered looking at my body up and down.

“what do you mean baby?” I purred standing up and walking over to where he was standing.

“uh why are you uh wearing that?” Stiles said gesturing to my outfit.

“you don’t like it?” I asked suddenly feeling insecure.

“no no my gosh I love it, I am just confused.” Stiles said not taking his eyes off my body.

“I was hoping that we could you know take our relationship to the next level.” I said hoping Stiles would catch on.

“what do you mean?” He said swallowing hard.

seriously how dumb could this boy be?

“SEX STILES I’M TALKING ABOUT SEX!” I yelled throwing my arms in the air.

“oh.” Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“just forget about it.” I said gathering my robe and walking to the bathroom.

“no wait.” Stiles called.

He went to run after me but slipped on his textbook. He fell crashing right into me.

“oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” Stiles said getting off me.

“my arm, I think you broke my arm.” I cried clutching my arm that was slowly turning a deep shade of purple.  

“oh gosh.” Stiles panicked.

He ran over picking me up and taking me to his jeep. I put on clothes while he drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I was seen by Dr. Dunbar my arm was indeed broken. Stiles stood in the waiting room while I was fitted for a cast. He came in later looking distraught. He sat down beside me taking my hand in his.

“wow I’m boyfriend of the year, my girlfriend wants to have sex and I break her arm.” Stiles said looking at me.

I didn’t mean to but I started busting up laughing at the situation causing Stiles to laugh too.

“We are some couple huh.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Stiles said kissing my forehead

“me either. I love you Stiles.” I said kissing him.

“I love you too baby.” Stiles said when he pulled away.

If just kissing him gave me this feeling I couldn’t wait to know what having sex with him would do to me.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

I was just getting to my last patient of the night. I was completely exhausted from the day but I sucked it up going in to my last patients room. Cora Hale. I felt bad for her, she was just a young girl and she was dying. Doctors couldn’t figure it out either. I was the newest RN here and Cora was my first ever patient so I felt extra sympathy for her. Even worse, her brother Derek was taking it really hard.

“hey Derek.” I said offering him a small smile.

“oh hey.” He said looking up.

Derek was always here, he never left. I had to talk the security guards out of throwing him out on multiple occasions. I felt for him. I lost my little sister in a car accident a while ago so I knew what losing a sibling felt like.

“any changes?” I asked looking at her monitor.

“no, nothing.” He said grabbing her hand.

I took this time to get a good look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Derek, how about you let me take you down to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee?” I offered slightly nervous.

He was an attractive man, someone that a girl like me would probably never have a chance with. He looked between me and Cora like he was debating it.

“She’ll be fine Derek, besides you look like you need some if your going to stay awake.” I said smiling slightly.

He nodded his head while standing up. I checked Cora’s monitor once more before following Derek. As soon as we were out of the room Derek stopped before turning around to look at me.

“thank you.” He said grabbing my small hand in his large one.

I gave him another smile, squeezing his hand.

“no need to thank me Derek, it’s my job. Now let’s go get that coffee!” I said walking.

Derek followed beside me not letting go of my hand. I could feel my heart beat race with each step we took with our hands intertwined. We rounded a corner to be met with a women. She had red eyes, claws and fangs. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I noticed Derek tense from beside me.

“Derek, Derek, Derek I’m sorry about your sister.” the woman said growling at Derek.

Derek dropped my hand, his chest was heaving.

“y/n get out of here.” Derek said in a low voice.

“Derek I can’t leave you.” I said afraid of what this woman was capable of.

“better listen to him sweetheart.” The women snarled again.

“go.” Derek said.

His tone was completely different now, scary almost. I started to back up slowly until I bumped into someone else. I turned around to be met with another creature. This time it was a man with red eyes, claws, and fangs. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I fainted.

………………………………………….

“y/n wake up.” A voice whispered in my ear.

I felt something cold pressed on my forehead causing me to slowly flutter my eyes open. Derek was standing over me pressing a cold rag to my forehead.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked looking concerned.

“please tell me none of that was real.” I said looking at him.

“none of what? We were going to get coffee and you just passed out.” Derek said feeling my forehead.

“oh yeah I knew that.” I said blushing.

I know what I saw. But I dropped it not knowing what else to do. You can’t just tell someone you saw people that looked like animals.

“so still want that coffee?” He asked shyly looking at his hands.

“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling.

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Isaac Lahey

I let out another moan as Isaac kissed down my neck. A few more thrusts and we had both finished. Isaac rolled off of me getting up and putting on his underwear. Isaac tossed me my underwear and his t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and curled back up in my sheets. I took this time to admire my handsome boyfriend.

“what are you staring at?” Isaac asked a little smirk on his face.

“just my perfect werewolf boyfriend.” I answered smirking as well.

Isaac looked down. It was hard for him to accept compliments since his dad pretty much told him he was worthless his whole entire life.

“you don’t mean that.” Isaac said quietly.

“Isaac listen to my heartbeat. you. are. perfect. to. me.” I said slowly.

His smile grew with every word that I spoke.

“come here stay the night.” I said patting the bed beside me.

Isaac smiled crawling in bed beside me. I leaned in to him letting him wrap his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head.

“I love you Isaac.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“I love you too baby.” Isaac said.

I soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic patterns of his heart beat. I was awoken to Isaac violently shaking in bed beside me.

“Isaac wake up.” I said shaking him.

“No I don’t want to go in the freezer!” Isaac screamed thrashing some more.

“Isaac please wake up.” I said shaking him some more.

I knew he was abused by his father but I didn’t know how bad it was until now. Isaac shot up, his eyes were golden yellow and he had his claws and fangs extended.

“Isaac.” I said not daring to move.

Isaac looks at me raising his claws.

“Isaac wait no don’t!” I yelled.

 I quickly move my arm to cover my body. He claws my arm leaving five long bleeding gashes. I gasped from the impact falling out of the bed. Isaac gets up still in his wolf form. I think he’s still in his dream.

“Isaac baby please wake up, you don’t want to hurt me I know you don’t.” I cried holding my bleeding arm.

Isaac still walked forward growling at me. I backed up until I hit my bedroom door. He closed the distance wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Isaac.” I gasped trying to pry his hands off my throat.

He still wouldn’t wake up. I started to get light headed quickly I did the last thing  I could think of to wake him up. I took my hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.

“I love you. I love you so much.” I whispered.

Isaacs eyes started to shift back to their beautiful blue color and his grip loosened. Suddenly he dropped me to the ground fully transforming back to himself. I gasped for air relieved I could breath again. I grabbed the sweatshirt on the floor covering my bleeding arm.

“y/n?” Isaac said with tears in his eyes.

He looked at me, my neck no doubt covered in bruises from his fingers, my arm bleeding pretty badly.

“oh god what did I do.” Isaac said looking horrified.

I was scared too. For the first time I was scared of him. He approached me causing me to flinch. He stopped dead in his tracks a heart broken look washing over his face. He let a few more tears fall down his face before running out of my house. I wanted to run after him and tell him everything was okay but I couldn’t make myself move, I was frozen in fear.

Originally posted by dsprayberry

Liam Dunbar

I felt the stare of all the students as I walked down the halls. They knew something was up. Being the girlfriend of Liam Dunbar was dangerous. Lately he was angry and out of control and students were starting to figure out that they didn’t exactly live in the world they once thought they did. Liam was a werewolf  the only one left in school. I walked to my locker which was right beside the boys locker room.

“have you seen Liam lately?” Mason asked coming to stand beside me.

Liam hasn’t talked to me since Brett Talbot died. Liam lost control in front of a bunch of people and was hiding now. Scott promised me that he’d find him and everything would be okay but nothing was okay. Nolan walked past me and Mason glaring.

“just ignore them, I got to head to class but text me if you hear from Liam okay?” Mason said giving me a hug.

I nodded my head turning back to my locker. I felt another presence behind me.

“Mason I haven’t heard from him.” I said turning around, but it wasn’t Mason.

There were a few boys from the lacrosse team. I only recognized two, Nolan and Gabe.

“if you’re looking for Liam I haven’t seen him.” I said quietly.

The boys looked at each other smirking.

“oh we found Liam we were actually looking for you.” Nolan smirked.

Suddenly the boys grabbed me by my arms and legs. I started fighting back kicking and screaming but they quickly pushed me in the boys locker room. All of the other lacrosse team members were holding Liam. He had a bloody nose and busted lip. His eyes got wide when he saw me. The boys dropped me on the floor in front of Liam.

“Liam.” I gasped at the sight of him.

“Let her go.” Liam growled.

“we had it all wrong, we should’ve known you could take us beating you but what about putting a couple bruises on this girlfriend of yours?” Gabe said sadistically.

“don’t please.” Liam begged.

One boy grabbed me by my hair yanking me off the floor. Liam started to breath heavily trying to fight his inner wolf from escaping.

“Liam don’t.” I said not wanting anything to happen to him.

“what are you protecting him from?" Gabe asked getting in my face.

"go to hell.” I spat.

Gabe punched me straight in the face.

“STOP.” Liam growled his breathing becoming even heavier.

“Liam I can take it.” I said not really believing my own words.

Gabe punched me again. I could feel blood trickle down from my nose.

“I SAID STOP.” Liam growled louder now.

I could tell he was seconds away from shifting.

“do something about it." Nolan taunted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice. Coach Finstock came in grabbing Gabe and Nolan by their necks.

“YOU TWO, PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” Coach yelled.

Liam ran over to me. He took his shirt off and held it on my bleeding nose.

“GET OUT ALL OF YOU. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOU!” Coach yelled ushering the other students out of the room.

Coach came over looking at me and Liam. He patted us on the back before helping us up.

“you shouldn’t have done that. You took a punch for me.” Liam said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Liam, I’d do anything for you.” I said honestly.

“I love you.” Liam said leaning in.

“I love you too.” I said before connecting our lips.

Originally posted by longhidden-dreams

Brett Talbot

I was out on the bleachers of Devenford Prep working on homework. I usually spent my free period this way. I wasn’t exactly what you call popular. In fact I was invisible to almost everyone. Seriously google earth couldn’t even find me even if I was dressed up as a ten story building. When people do notice me I usually get bullied. I was about to do another calculus problem when I heard boys yelling. The lacrosse boys came running out on the field.

“oh hey nerd girl, we’re having an extra practice here so you might want to leave.” A popular boy named Jake yelled causing the other boys to laugh.

I looked down feeling my face become red.

“you need all the practice you can get Jake, she could probably own you on this field.” Another boy yelled causing all the players to laugh even louder.

I looked up at the boy who spoke up for me. It was Brett Talbot the most popular boy at Devenford Prep. He was captain of the lacrosse team and every girl at the school wanted him. He looked up at me offering me a small smile. I shyly looked down at my math book.

“She could not!” Jake said getting defensive.

“then you better leave her alone and get to practicing.” Brett said high fiving his team mates.

I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. Brett Talbot stuck up for me. I was a nobody and he stuck up for me. The boys started practicing making it hard to focus on homework. I was on the next problem when a voice yelled.

“y/n watch out!”

I made a mistake looking up. One of the boys lacrosse balls hit me right in the face. I could feel the sting making tears come to my eyes. Some of the boys rushed over crowding me. I started to panic, I wasn’t used to this and I was very uncomfortable.

“guys back up, give her some space.”

The boys dispersed leaving only Brett Talbot standing in front of me.

“are you okay?” Brett asked kneeling in front of me.

I was speechless, literally.

“come on let me take you to the nurse.” Brett said grabbing my arm.

He walked me to the nurses office asking me repeatedly if I was alright. It was really sweet. The nurse gave me an ice pack saying I’d only have a minor bruise on my cheek. I was sitting on the table swinging my feet when someone walked in the room. Surprisingly Brett was still here.

“I told you they still needed practice.” Brett said rubbing the back of his neck.

“yeah the aim was a little off.” I said showing him the bruise on my face.

“does it hurt?” He asked sitting beside me.

It actually hurt a lot but I didn’t want to tell him that.

“uh not to bad.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Brett sat down beside me grabbing my hand in his. Suddenly my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. It was weird it’s as if he took away my pain I knew that wasn’t possible though.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Brett said looking at me.

“don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault. Besides you stuck up for me.” I said smiling at me.

“yeah well Jake’s an idiot you aren’t a nerd I wish I was as smart as you, then maybe I wouldn’t be failing calculus.” Brett said looking down at his feet.

“you can’t be failing calculus you’re the best player we have on the team!” I said  looking at him.

“I won’t be if I’m ineligible.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll tutor you.” I offered.

Brett looked up at me smiling.

“that’s sweet of you but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”

“you aren’t using me, I offered.” I said giving him a smile.

“I’ll make you a deal, you tutor me and I’ll make sure that the lacrosse players leave you alone.” Brett said extending his hand.

“why would you help me?” I questioned honestly wondering why he was trying to help me.

“why wouldn’t I. You’re nice, smart, beautiful.” He said slowly not looking at me.

Wait was thee Brett Talbot nervous?

“you really think that?” I asked perking up.

“I don’t think, I know.” Brett said meeting my eyes.

“then you got a deal.” I said sticking my hand out.

 Brett smiled shaking my hand. I could tell this was the start of something beautiful.

Originally posted by artoftransformations

Theo Raeken

I didn’t expect to fall for the enemy, but I did. I fell hard. Even after he tried to kill me, I still felt the longing to be with him. I was under his spell and I just couldn’t break it.

“maybe we should call Theo.” I offered receiving glares from all of the other pack members.

“Theo? You mean that little lying, murdering psychopath.” Liam said crossing his arms.

“Liam he saved your ass on more than one occasion and he helped us defeat the wild hunt, I mean if we’re being hunted by actual professional killers, another set of claws wouldn’t hurt us.” I defended glaring at the other beta.

I looked to our alpha Scott for guidance. I could tell this was weighing heavily on him. We were losing people and it was killing him. He wanted to save everyone but we were already losing. Satomi’s pack was dead, our pack was next. I was only 18, I didn’t want to die yet. I was born a werewolf, I didn’t get to chose the life I wanted.

“they think you’re killing innocent people. Theo actually did kill innocent people.” Mason said defending Liam.

“but we’re not do my eyes look blue to you.” I said flashing my golden eyes.

“and it doesn’t matter if he did, they’re going to hunt all of us either way.” I added crossing my arms across my chest.

“Scott what do you think?” Liam asked.

Scott looked between me and Liam.

“I think if you can find him y/n, another set of claws would do us good.” Scott said exiting his house followed by a complaining Liam and Mason.

I smiled to myself. Now I just needed to find him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He didn’t answer, he never did. After the wild hunt, Scott told him that he wasn’t needed anymore. I felt bad for him.  I walked out of his house going to the sheriffs station. Hopefully I’d be able to find some information there. As I was approaching the Sheriffs station, I heard the click of a gun from behind me. I turned around slowly showing my eyes, fangs, and claws.

“easy there.” The guy holding the gun said.

I looked around me to see I was surrounded by a group of men holding loaded guns all pointed at me.

“go ahead pull that trigger.” I growled taunting the men .

The guy smirked before pulling the trigger. I was easily able to dodge his bullet. I ran at the man tackling him to the ground. Another shot at me making my attention turn to him. I ran at him grabbing the barrel of the gun and snapping it. I growled throwing him into a wall. There were so many of them I didn’t see the man approaching behind. He shot the gun hitting me directly making the bullet go in my back and out through my stomach. I clutched the wound dropping to my knees.

“wolfsbane.” I coughed becoming paralyzed.

A man came over bending down to face me.

“we have a special place for monsters like you.” He said before punching me and knocking me out.

“y/n get up.” I heard a faint voice say

“Y/n get up.” the voice said louder now.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but I couldn’t move. I was in a dim room chained to a chain link fence. I started to freak out.

“y/n look at me.”

I knew that voice. I looked over to see Theo chained beside me. On my other side was two other werewolves.

“where are we Theo?” I questioned looking around the room.

“you’re in my house now.” A voice said coming in the room.

“Schrader?” I asked looking at the figure.

“the one and only.” He smirked.

“let us go or I’ll.” I started but was quickly cut off.

“or you’ll what, I control you now.” Schrader said walking over to his desk.

That’s when I heard the electricity buzzing and realized what he was doing. He grabbed the dial turning up the voltage. We writhed in pain as he shocked us. The other werewolves beside me started talking earning us more shocking.

“will you guys shut up and let me do the talking!” Theo growled at us.

Theo turned to Schrader giving him a smirk that made me weak at the knees.

“what they let you shock us a little but not do any real damage.” Theo taunted.

I looked at him wide eyed. He might be tough right now, but I just got shot with wolfsbane causing my healing abilities to be a little slow.

“oh you want more.” Schrader asked walking up to Theo.

“No we’re fine, tell him who you killed.” I said to the other werewolves.

“oh yeah I want more.” Theo said growling.

Was he trying to get us killed? Schrader made sure we could see him turning the dial to the max setting. He flicked the switch causing us excruciating pain. I growled feeling the volts sink in to my skin. Theo growled pulling his arms. I realized what he was doing. He broke free tackling Schrader to the ground. He fought with Schrader only shortly before getting the upper hand. He turned the switch off cutting off the flow of electricity. My head drooped signifying how weak I was feeling. Theo came over to me cutting me loose. I fell in his arms.

“Theo if you ever do something that stupid again. I’ll kill you.” I said in between heavy breaths.

“nice to see you too.” He said smiling at me.

“seriously though I will kill you.” I threatened but he could see through my fake attitude.

“you couldn’t kill me, you like me too much.” He smirked cupping my cheek with his hand.

I could feel the blush spread to my cheeks. He leaned down slowly but stopped when someone cleared their throat.

“are you going to get us down?” The girl said.

“I’m still thinking about it.” Theo growled looking at her.

“we’ll finish this later.” He said turning to me and winking.

I never meant to fall for the enemy but I was glad that I did.

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Don’t care if it Hurts: pt.1

(Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 2

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, eventual hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, eventual smut. 

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: Hey guys I know it’s been a while! sorry I’ve been a bit swamped with personal shit and work and school. This is based on an AU that I wrote posted Here - BUT DO NOT READ THAT UNLESS YOU WANT SOME SPOILERS, this is just going to be a more detailed version of that, however, there will be some differences in the ending. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Joon I swear I’m fine.” You said as you watched your brother pace back and forth in his lavish study. There were ware lines on the carpet in the pattern of his track- and you wonder how many hours he’s spent total worrying and pacing in this room. Your thighs suck uncomfortably to the leather sofa- though not because you were sweaty. Your own blood stained your clothes and dripped steadily down your body onto the sofa and the red carpet.  Your brother’s medic and second, Seokjin sat to your left-  delicately suturing and bandaging your arm as gently as he could.

The flat screen TV buzzed softly against the wall,  “Unknown shooter at Coex plaza- none known injured, the story at midnight,” a news castor said. No one injured- accept for you, but the media didn’t know that and never would. Namjoon had already had someone steal the surveillance tapes to hide your identity and You both knew that you were the assassin’s only target.

They hadn’t been successful- all you had to show was a graze from a single bullet- deep but to be honest it hurt less then it should have. Probably because you were a little hopped up on painkillers; you could barely feel Seokjin’s needle as he sutured your arm closed.

He sat next to you- his medical kit spread around you- his head down waiting for your brother- his boss’s wrath to be turned towards him. “It is not fine y/n and don’t you dare try to say it is.” Your brother dragged his hands through his silver hair. “Why didn’t you notice them following you sooner?” Namjoon directed at Jin quietly. His anger barely leashed.

It was Seokjin’s job to protect you whenever you left the gang compound, and today you had gone shopping in Seoul’s busiest mall: Coex plaza. The only thing stopping Namjoon from throttling Jin was the fact that Jin had practically been raised as your second brother. Jin’s father had been your fathers second, like Namjoon, he had inherited the position. 

The shot had rung out just as you turned and by some luck, the bullet had hit your arm and not your chest. It wasn’t the first time someone had made an attempt on your life- and to be honest- the members of Namjoon’s inner circle had gotten much worse in recent past.

Taehyung was currently resting up in an actual hospital after the idiot decided to jump from a bridge in an effort to evade a rival gang- which had worked- but left him with a broken wrist and several broken ribs.

“It’s not his fault- you wouldn’t have been able to pick the shooter out of a crowd that large either.” You argued, coming to Jin’s rescue.

“You’re right- I wouldn’t have let you go in the first place.” You swallowed, meeting your brothers’ glare with a look equally as stalwart.

“Try that next time and you’ll see how well it works out,” you threatened as Seokjin started to wrap your arm with gauze. Even Seokjin flinched at your words.

“Y/n” Seokjin warned, but Namjoon held up a hand to silence him. You where the only one who could talk to Namjoon that way. You were each other’s only family left. Your parents long since killed because of your father’s business- a business which Namjoon had inherited as the oldest.

your brother was the leader of the largest mafia in Seoul- Bangtan. Bangtan had started as just a gang lead by your father and had grown under Namjoon’s intellect. Now it was something that had never been seen before in South Korea- with a territory that consumed half the city and ears all the way to Busan. But just because he was the kingpin didn’t mean he didn’t have enemies- quiet the opposite. Today’s attempt on your life was just one of many that had haunted you both in the last year.

One of the other gangs- the royal sevens, had been trying to take away your brother’s power since the first day he had taken the throne- them along with your rivals- the X’s. We’re giving you more than a few headaches.

A gang war was brewing; everyone knew it. The evidence was clear in the bags under Namjoon’s eyes. And you wondered how many days it had been since he had gotten a good nights sleep. And with Taehyung out of commission momentarily, and the members of his inner circle reduced to 4- Jin could be spared even less frequently to take you too and from your college classes and you couldn’t leave the compound unsupervised.

“What do you expect me to do y/n? Don’t you realize how much it hurts me too see you hurt because of me? You won’t stay where we can keep you safe and you won’t let me send you out of the city so what do you want me to do?”

“I’m not leaving, Namjoon.” your voice was thick with emotion, the words barely a whisper. Namjoon leveled you with a dangerous look, his eyes flashing, in anger and confliction. 

Namjoon turned to Seokjin “leave.” He commanded. Seokjin was quick to exit the office- giving you a thankful look as he closed the door behind him.

Namjoon sat down next to you, ignoring your blood that stained his expensive slacks- someone would be in to clean his study later. It wasn’t the first time blood had been removed from the walls or the floor.

Namjoon probably had 5 other pairs of slacks exactly like those- but because you where his sister- his pride and joy- the sight unnerved him. He took your arm gently- letting you flex it this way and that and establishing whether or not there was any lasting damage- there wasn’t- you could tell it wasn’t deep.

“Well find a solution, I promise, I just want you to have a normal life.”

“I don’t want a normal life if you’re not in it,” you said softly. Your love for your brother was deep- after all, he had practically raised you after your parents died. “Is the solution a war?” You asked quietly , he signed.

“We won’t know that until one starts and ends.”

“I don’t want there to be a war,” you said even softer.

“I know- but it’s likely unavoidable.” You both knew that the only way to survive a war was to come out on top. The last one had happened when you where just a child- Namjoon was nearly a decade older than you-you barely 7 when your parents were killed- and Namjoon just a young man when he had come into power. You had both survived the gang war- but only barely, you still had the small scars on your palms from the night your parents died. You shivered at the memory.

“If you would only go to school in Busan- we could transfer you to another college- one just as good- and there you’d be safer- now wouldn’t be a terrible time for you to study abroad either- America is nearly as safe-”

“My English is terrible and you know it.” Namjoon grinned- fondly recalling the memory of him trying to teach you when you were in middle school- and how badly that had gone.

“I need you safe y/n. please- if we can’t find a solution just think about it.”

You swallowed, letting your head rest on your brother’s shoulder. “Alright.” You said letting sleep and the painkillers pull you down. He picked you up from the couch careful not to brush your arm and took you to your bedroom, tucking you into bed like he used to when you were a child.

But you weren’t a child anymore- and hadn’t been in a while. Soon he knew you would want something more then the claustrophobic life he had to offer you- a life that would land you in an early grave if he didn’t fix the world around you and make it safer.

Namjoon pressed a kiss to the top of your head. For you, he would do anything- even if it meant burning down the current world to forge a new one.


Jimin pressed his bleeding knuckles to the cold dirty concrete of his cell. He was torn between keeping his cuts clean and soothing his bruised hands and body- but at the moment the need for comfort was greater than his need to feel safe. If dirt got in his knuckles there was a chance they could get infected- and a chance that his punches would be slower.

His master wanted his only drive to be to keep his strong hybrid body alive- but after tonight he was simultaneously lit with pride and also couldn’t find it in him to care that he was endangering his wellbeing.

Jimin couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been fighting- or been training for fighting. Before he had come to live with his current master he had spent his adolescence learning to fight- and it seemed today- today had been the culmination of those efforts and the point of his entire life.

The kennels where he and his kind where kept smelled like blood, sweat, fear, and adrenaline. His usual kennel mate was missing- maybe he was being punished- maybe he had died in tonight’s fight ( it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened). Jimin had never learned his name. It wasn’t worth it- not when it was likely that his master would force Jimin to fight and maybe kill the hybrid later. None of the hybrids talked to each other because doing so was usually grounds for punishment.

Until today he had been just another one of the many hybrids apart of the underground fighting ring. His master was one of the more notable ones, out of his kennels came the best fighters- and every hybrid, master, and ringleader knew it. Every weekend his master would take his few best fighters to the fighting rings and every week Jimin would win- earning his master more money than seemed legal- of course, Jimin knew that none of it was. Then he would spend the next week recovering and training.

Only to go through it all again next week.

Jimin had never lost a fight against another hybrid or human (though he didn’t fight humans often- and only when his master told him too). And tonight he had finally beat the reigning champion-a wolf hybrid named Taeyang. Who had held the title for nearly 2 years.

But it hadn’t felt good to defeat him- to outsmart him, it never did.

Jimin was already the underdog in the fight- he was purebred German Shepard, and therefore was physically smaller than the lumbering Taeyang. But where he had lacked in strength he had made up for in speed and intelligence. Jimin had thought it through all week, knowing he’d have to run Yang ragged to stand a chance. Jimin had only stopped before killing him because his master had commanded he stop after the ringleader declared the fight won by Jimin.

Jimin was the only one left standing. And as much as he hated it- as much as he felt pity for Taeyang- who was knocked out but barely breathing- relief clung to his bones. He had survived another week. Survived another fight.

The hundred or so humans around the fighting ring shouted- some in dismay and others in joy. He wondered how much money had been bet on him tonight. Some of the people shouted at Jimin to kill his opponent and establish himself as the alpha.

Every person in the hall was shouting for him to finish the job except for 4 people; the ringleader, Jimin, Jimin’s master and one lone man, standing on scaffolding above them.

His glasses where the only thing that Jimin could see in any real detail- along with cold appraising golden brown eyes. As a hybrid- Jimin’s sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing where exceptionally good- and as a purebred Jimin’s senses were even better than that. This man’s scent was different- lighter somehow. With a lingering note of whiskey, gunpowder, and blood- a woman’s blood- and her scent that wrapped around his like a blanket.  

Jimin was a killer- and had been made into one by the people who owned him. But still, the smell of the man made his blood go cold. Even as he walked away from the rancorous display; Jimin tracked him with his eyes, shivering at the feel of the man.

Then he had been brought back here to collapse onto the cold ground, Tired- the aftereffects of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Someone stepped in front of his cell door and opened it with a bang that would have made anyone else flinch. One of his master’s men gestured for him to come out- Jimin did so slowly and gently, careful to keep his head down. He refused to let himself limp- though Taeyang had caught him in his ribs. Any sign of weakness or disrespect could be enough to get a beating.

In his time training, Jimin had been beaten many times- for tripping- for not punching correctly- even once for asking for water. But years of it had made him perfectly obedient.  He had been rewarded before too- with water and food, with new clothes and blankets or even showers. Which were cold things- but the only way he could clean wounds.

Jimin prized showers overall- and if the other hybrids had asked him- he would have told them that it was the secret to his success- making sure his body was clean. But most of the others of his kind were terrified of him. A fact that left a heavy feeling in his heart and a sour taste in his mouth.

His masters quarters where paneled with a dark wood. A large circular couch and a full bar with alcohol that stung Jimin’s nose- even so; the smell of the dark man hit him like a car. And Jimin flinched when he smelled it.

“Ah, there you are! My prized fighter” his master exclaimed from where he sat- a human woman on his arm and a drink in his hand. Jimin lifted his eyes tentatively towards the newcomer. The man was surprisingly Attractive, tall and broad-shouldered, with silver hair that was shaved on the sides. His nondescript black clothes hung on him in the same way that his masters did- tailored in a way that let the viewer know they where expensive. His face was even- blank like a painting but he appraised Jimin with an almost sterile air, the same way someone would look at a knife.  

“I see you’ve noticed monster,” his master said, grinning and gesturing with a finger towards the other man. Monster- an apt name. His master turned towards the monster. “Tell me again why I’ve let you convince me to sell you my most prized fighter before I’ve had a chance to breed him?”

At the notion of breeding Jimin recoiled, a cold shiver sent down his back. The thought of doing that with anyone was nearly unthinkable. But then there where the other words. Sell? His master was selling him.

“Because you owe me a favor Jay,” Monster said with a slight smile playing on his lips that Jimin didn’t believe was genuine for a second, “and because you love money more than you love your hybrids.”  Jimin must have made a noise because all of them turned to him.

“Spit it out dog.” His master commanded harshly.

“Sell?” Jimin asked quietly. His master laughed.

“Your performance tonight attracted his attention- and now monster wants you for his own- so tonight you’ll go with him. He’s your new master.”

Jimin felt like the world had been pulled out from under him. Go with that man? Leave the kennels where he had practically grown up? Was this punishment? But he had done so well tonight- he had thought tonight would be the night everything changed for the better, but as Monster- as his new master smiled at him, showing his teeth, Jimin couldn’t help but think that things had changed for the worse.

The early morning light stunned Jimin as he stepped out of the kennels. He had only seen daylight a few times in his life, and this cold grayness made him shiver. A long black car was waiting for them- and the driver was waiting, door open, for his new master to get in.

Jimin hurried after him- careful to stay on the other side of his car. Jimin practically pressed his face into the window. The city, which was usually dark and punctuated by neon lights was soft and yellow-grey. A few sleepy people walking as the car drove at a leisurely pace.

Jimin’s tail wagged excitedly once against the leather, and startled, he grabbed it to make it stop, only to find his new master watching him. Jimin flinched, expecting to be hit for the annoying action, but His master only signed, Jimin hung his head preparing to be beaten. But when he spoke monsters voice was even- without anger.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve bought you,” he said sternly. “but before we get to that tell me; Did you like fighting?” Jimin looked up startled by the question, the monster didn’t shout at him to answer as he digested his words only waited patiently.

“Never,” Jimin answered. His hands- his knuckles still split and dirty, tightening on his knees. “Not once. It was only a way to survive.”

“then I’m sorry to have to ask you to do it again,” His master pulled out his wallet, and then a photograph, he held it out to Jimin.

It was a photograph, of a smiling girl a little younger than Jimin probably. With y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes that sparkled with happiness and joy like Jimin had never seen. All Jimin had was a photograph of you and he could already tell you where beautiful. Jimin turned to look at monster apprehensively.

“What do you want me to do to her.” his new master turned to the window, the rising sun turning his hair a light orange.

“I want you to protect her.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

play pretend || sebastian stan

Summary: What’s more humiliating than bumping into an old frenemy from the past at a grocery store, looking your worst? Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I found this laying around in my computer so I added some more to it and decided to post it. Hope you like it! Don’t forget to give me some feedback, much love xoxo

You weren’t pathetic. You were just like any normal adult, going grocery shopping on a Saturday night. It wasn’t like you were going back there just to get a glimpse of the hot guy that you saw roaming around occasionally. Really, if you just happened to see him then that would be a bonus.

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself as you were walking down the deserted cereal aisle. You couldn’t decide what kind of cereal you wanted, currently walking back and forth at a slow pace with a box of Captain Crunch in one hand while running a finger along the Cheerios box. You sighed, wondering why the hell it was so hard in the first place, to just pick a brand and move on with getting the ice cream that you’d been looking forward to all day.

You reached up to pick out the Cheerios, humming while contemplating what your pick would be.

“I’d pick the Captain Crunch if I was you.” An amused voice spoke up from behind, and you whirled around in fright.

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omg those christmas aus - “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside” or “drunken caroling” - or both?? for any set of characters you wish??

LATE LATE LATE snowed in christmas eve fic, idek what’s happening here but there are dogs!


It’s not that Stiles hates his neighbor. Sure, he’s a huge jerkface who wears leather jackets, douchy sunglasses and routinely tries to murder Stiles with his eyes. He calls Roscoe a hunk of garbage. He’s got a bombshell probably-girlfriend, Erica, who likes to snap her teeth at Stiles and call him Bambi. He once grabbed Stiles by the scruff of his neck and growled in his face about, uh, a missing newspaper or handprints on his Camaro or something—Stiles was definitely not too turned on to listen properly, and who drives a fucking Camaro in a place where it snows sixty percent of the year round?

But Stiles doesn’t hate him. He’s not sure he’s capable of hating someone that smoking hot. Not to mention the fact that he owns dogs. Plural.

Kira shrugs a little and says, “He’s nice to me.”

“Then why don’t you go ask him for a cup of milk,” Stiles says, staring morosely down at the empty jug.

“I’m not the one in desperate need of Lucky Charms. Also,” she swings her bag up onto her shoulder, “I’ve got a bus to catch.” Her grin is cheeky, but the way she trips over the rest of her luggage kind of ruins the effect.

Stiles sighs and says, “If you’d wait a couple days, I can just drive us both.” They’ve got three days until Christmas—plenty of time to drive the mere five hours back to Beacon Hills.

There’s a break in the mountain weather, though—wind chill holding steady at a balmy 21 degrees, the sun glare even making the snow melt into slick black ice for fun nighttime driving—and Kira’s not going to tempt fate.  Stiles wishes he could leave today too, if only to save him from having to ask Derek Fucking Hale for cereal milk. Unfortunately, he volunteered to take shifts right up until Christmas Eve, like an asshole. Ugh.

“The bus always smells like feet,” Stiles tries one last time.

Kira just cages his face in her hands and tugs him down for a forehead kiss.

Stiles slumps into her hold and says, “Tell Scott I love him.”

“Will do, peaches.” She bounces on the balls of her feet right out the front door, slips down the icy steps with a, “Crap, oops,”—Stiles holds his breath, arms out and legs locked, he wouldn’t get to her in time, anyway—and is caught by the strong, manly arms of Derek, who swoops in with nearly preternatural speed, Christ.

His dogs, Josh and Pongo, take advantage of the dropped leashes and wiggle their furry butts right up the front stoop to sniff at Stiles’s crotch and then make themselves at home on his sofa. They’re both doofy lab mixes that ruin Derek’s street cred by routinely eating paper towels and hacking them up on Stiles and Kira’s doorstep.

Derek says, “Are you okay?” with this deep eyebrow v of concern that makes Stiles want to puke.

He’s almost ninety percent sure Derek has an inappropriate crush on Kira, and that his probably-girlfriend approves.

The sad part is that Kira’s going to be moving home when her journalism internship at Hollow Moon Times is done with, but Stiles will still be stuck out in the boonies for the foreseeable future.

No matter what his dad says, he doesn’t see how being the under-sheriff of a sleepy little mountain town can give him real policing experience. While there’s a slim chance Moon’s Hollow is a hotbed of secret mayhem, Stiles was forced to arrest an overweight raccoon last month, and Tim Gareth seems to vandalize the Wolf’s Den pub’s singular bathroom regularly with forestry propaganda just so Kira can interview him.

Kira straightens up sprightly and says, “Oh, I’m fine! That was a total wipe out, thanks for catching me.” She pats Derek’s arm as he lets her go, his face completely flushed, either from the praise or the frigid wind. He’s probably thrilled to have his hands on Kira. Derek Hale has perfect complexion to go with his perfect lumberjack beard—the quality of it would be pretentious if they didn’t actually live on a mountain.

Stiles has basically been a wind-chapped tomato for the entire five months he’s been living here. He can’t grow even the tiniest bit of well-groomed scruff to save his life, so it’s either look like a patchy bum, wear a ski-mask, or hope that in five years he’ll have the weathered skin of an Alaskan bushman.

None of his options are appealing. He should adopt some Norwegian skincare regimens.

Derek glares over his shoulder at Stiles and whistles for Josh and Pongo, who ignore him in favor of licking the top of Stiles’s coffee table.

Stiles sighs and steps into his boots. He says, “Come on, assholes,” as he grabs his coat.

Pongo barks at him and then disappears into the kitchen.

Stiles jabs a finger at Josh, currently wriggling under Kira’s favorite afghan, and says, “You better not eat my TV remote again,” before pulling the door closed behind him.

Derek harrumphs. “What are you doing, Stiles?”

We are going to walk Kira down to the bus stop, and then you are going to give me a cup of milk, and we’ll call any damage your monsters do to my kitchen trashcan an even trade.”

Kira says, “I’m fine, though. But, uh,” she frowns down at her three bags, “some help would be great.”

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BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally

Jin

As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

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Suga

You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

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J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

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Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

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Jimin

You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

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V/Taehyung

As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

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Jungkook

You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.


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Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve been filming Infinity War over the past 8+ months and for whatever reason, you cannot stand the sight of Christopher Robert Evans. But on a cold winter’s night, stuck in a cabin for “mandatory bonding”, you and Chris work out your issues…physically. Includes cameos of our favorite super-dorks Seb, Tom, Scar & Mackie!

A/N: OK, so Chris is a bit of an ass here. But there’s always been this small little part of me that thinks he has a dark side… he can’t be fluffy and loving all the time, right? ;) I also haven’t written smut in like YEARS so please don’t come @ me just enjoy, OK? Also, dedicated to the love of my life @dolangram because she inspires me daily to be a better writer and also just a better person. ILY forever <3 Enjoy! (Gif not mine)

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You couldn’t stand him. Literally, every single thing he did put you on edge. Every time he breathed. Every time he spoke. Every time he laughed so fucking hard he clutched his chest and threw his beautiful blonde head back, unable to breathe. And now, here you were. Stuck with him for a full 24 hours in a snowed-in cabin. What. The. Hell.

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor. 

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Cheer up, doll, it’s the last time we’ll all be together like this for a while. It’s supposed to be fun.” Your best friend grinned at you, slinging his bulky arm across your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

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Modern Greek mythology AU.

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The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.
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All Night Long

All Night Long (m) (80′s song choice)

Words: 9k

Warning/genre: 80s!au: smut and language

Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol

Summary: Chanyeol isn’t your stereotypical popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures you’d get up to that night. 

Based off of this moodboard by @bluenoceur


You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didn’t look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.

“Y/N!” You were snapped out of your thoughts. Your best friends face right in front of yours. “Jongin, what are you doing here?”

Jongin laughed, “Wow, nice to see you too.”

“Sorry, not what I meant. I just-“

“We’re supposed to meet Jimin and Taemin at the rollerskating rink, like now.”

“Oh right,” You sighed, looking over at Chanyeol and his friends. One particular coming up to you. “Hi how can I -“

“Can I get change for this.” Sehun didn’t really ask, he just handed you the two dollar bills and you’re nodded. “Hey, Jongin,” Sehun smiled. “What are you doing here?” He asked as you opened up the cash register.

“Hey, Sehun. I’m just picking up Y/N here.”

“Who?”

“That would be me,” You said, handing him his change, giving him a fake smile.

“Oh yeah, I see you two together all the time. Everyone thinks you’re dating.” Sehun gave you a questioning look.

“Well, we’re just good friends.” You gave Jongin a wink and Sehun just watched with what looked like slight jealousy in his eyes.

“Cool,” Sehun took his change turned to Jongin, “Krystal told me you two broke up. She’s a total Betty.”

“Yeah, we just work better as friends.” Jongin nodded awkwardly, shoving his hands into his fake jean lambskin jacket. You have always liked that jacket, Jongin really did have the best style and you admired that about him. Even something so simple, you knew that the way he wore it made him look as if he were about to walk down the runway later. Like now, he was in that jacket but underneath was a striped shirt and brown corduroy pants. You couldn’t see from the counter but you guessed he was wearing his favorite white high top converse. He called them his ‘lucky converse’ but he always wore them so you didn’t know how lucky they could be.

“Sehun!” You all turned to see Baekhyun. “Stop flirting and come on!” He yelled next to Chanyeol, who was now closer, at a new game. Sehun just rolled his eyes and walked away and you focused back on Jongin. “I need to go home and change first. I don’t want to be in the shirt.”

“No, you don’t. I stopped by your house on the way here and got you clothes.” He held up a bag.

“Were my parents home?”

“No, but the back door was open as usual.” He said as he handed you your bag over the counter and you laughed.

Your and Jongin’s parents were friends, living a few houses down to each other since you were born. You two were only a few months apart and now juniors in one of the only high schools in your small town. You were very lucky to have him. He was someone that stuck with you through all these years. You had some friends that once you hit high school, well, they wanted to start fresh and that meant without you. Krystal being one of them. She would still hang out with you every once in awhile but last year in particular she tried to distance herself. She had joined the cheerleading team over the summer and spent most of her time with those girls. You had started to lose her and then suddenly Jongin started to date her for about a year until now. You had always wondered if he had dated her because you didn’t want to lose her but that was probably just big headed of you.

“Thanks, Nini.” You gave him a smile as you took the bag over the counter.

“I don’t understand why you call me that.” Jongin smiled. He would never tell you but he loves that nickname. It was special because you gave it to him. He had never liked nicknames but you and Taemin called him all sorts of things and he loved it.

“Oh you love it,” You said, looking in the bag and seeing what he had packed you. He just kept smiling, you were very much right, he did. “Okay, rad. Thank you! My shift is over in like a minute so I’ll go ahead and change.” You went to move but then Suho came up to say hi. “Y/N, what’s up homegirl?” You heard all the other friends of Chanyeol groan. “Suho, you airhead.” Sehun said and Chen laughed, hitting him.

Suho was a very attractive senior and one of Chanyeol’s friends. He was like the parent of the group and in that way, he was really cringey. The boys called him ‘uncool’ but they adored him either way. When Suho came with Chanyeol or the other boys he always made it a point to talk to you. You never understood why but he did and he was as sweet as he could be. “Jimin was telling me about your Sunday night dungeons and dragons games. Sounds fun… I would love to maybe try and play game sometime.”

“Dammit!” Chanyeol hit the machine as it started to play sad music, indicating that he had lost. Then of course your manager saw and yelled at him not to hit the machine and you giggled. Your manager looking at you and you quickly looked away not wanting to get in deep shit for that.

“What dude? You beat your high score.” Xiumin nudged him before continuing his conversation with Chen.

“I was so close to beating that level… Wait did you say dungeons and dragons?” Chanyeol walked over and your breath hitched. He was in an old army jacket with a white shirt and plaid pants. He had a very unique sense of style that you loved to see change from day to day. He was one of the only people that had pink hair. Girls did it to be ‘punk’ but Chanyeol really pulled it off and you wanted to run your fingers through it so badly and-

“Yeah, every Sunday.” Jongin gave you a look across the counter. He could tell you were way too excited that Chanyeol was in front of you. You were expecting Chanyeol to make fun of it like he doesn’t spend his afternoons in an arcade shoving all the money in slots and staring at a screen.

“Oh, that’s why you’re never here.” Chanyeol looked at you and your mouth went dry. “That’s really cool. I’ve played a few times but can never find good people to play with.”

“Well, we are super serious about it.” Jongin said and you wanted to kick him.

“But you should come play with us.” All three boys looked at you, surprised you were finally saying something. “I mean, you might not be able to keep up but there is always fun in numbers.” You said sassily. You had read in your mother’s Cosmo, to mess with boys like they like to mess with girls because they sometimes find it endearing. You figured you had a 50-50 shot anyway.

Chanyeol looked baffled and you were nervous before he smiled at you. “Oh, I can keep up.”

“We’ll see,” you couldn’t help but grin and Jongin spoke. “Um-okay. Well, we always play at Y/N’s house. It’s the normal hang out spot. We play in her basement, it’s pimped out.” Suho and Chanyeol laughed at that statement. Chanyeol then sighed, “Well, we need to head out. We’re supposed to meet Lay. See you guys later! Bye, Jongin. Bye Y/N,” Chanyeol made the gesture, pointing at his eyes and then pointing to you like he was saying, he would be watching you. Your smile was massive as he called for the other boys and Jongin rolled his eyes, telling you to go change or you could ride your bike to the rink.



You and Jongin finally made it to the rink, meeting up with Taemin and Jimin. You were not the best at skating but all the other boys were great. They were all very graceful, unlike you. Jongin would sometimes get annoyed with you when you hung onto him so Jimin was the guy who was always helping or just holding your hand while skating.


You didn’t skate for long after you fell multiple times. Sitting on the sidelines watching your friends before shifting your eyes to see a girl from your school hold onto Chanyeol, acting like she didn’t know what she was doing. Funny thing was you saw her here two weeks ago skating like a pro. Well, you guess not so funny to you. You had forgotten that Lay worked at the rollerskating rink so of course Chanyeol would be here. You were afraid that he would think you were stalking him but then again this was a small town.

You rubbed your knee as Lay came over, giving you an ice pack. “Say, you had a few falls. Doing better?”

“Yeah, I’m great.” you shrugged, as he handed you the ice pack.

“You look familiar.”

“We go to school together…”

“Well I figured but-“

“I work at the arcade.”

“Ah, that’s what it is. Chanyeol loves that place. I think he just has a thing for you. For some reason he’s too afraid to talk to you. But you seem pretty cool.” Your brain when into sensory overload and when you tired to put the words together to ask him, what the hell he was talking about but he was called over by his friends, not even giving you a second glance.

You looked over at Chanyeol who made eye contact with you before giving you a small wave. You just smiled before Jongin coming up to you, asking if you were ready to go.


You were at school the next day. Ready to go home, luckily you only had two classes left. Your parents were going to visit your older brother Kyungsoo since he was away at college. Sadly, you couldn’t get off work to go with them. Someone had taken off before you. You missed him dearly but you two always had an hour long conversation on Sundays before playing dungeons and dragons with your friends. Kyungsoo was actually the one who started the whole tradition. So you continued it on, excited for him to come back during the holidays so you could play together.

The one plus side being, that you would have the house to yourself all weekend. You would be at work tonight and mid day tomorrow but you were excited. You and Jongin making plans to watch a movie and get a bunch of food with the money your parents left you.

You were so ready to go home to an empty house. You were sure your parents would call while you were at work and leave a message, expecting you to call but you were adult free and that was wild to you. You felt like an adult in a silly way. You just wish you had a car. Jongin did though and that was good enough. 


When the final bell rang you jumped out of your seat. Sprinting to your locker you slowed down as you saw Chanyeol walking with Sehun and Baekhyun. You fixed your hair as you walked casually to your locker, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, Y/N.” You watched his thin lips speak and at first you thought you were having a fantasy right in the middle of the hallway. You definitely had multiple fantasies of him with your name coming out of his mouth. But he looked over at you as he was still walking, adding a smile. “See you at the arcade later.”

“I- I- um yeah. Totally! See you.” You waved and Sehun straight up laughed at you. Giving you a, better luck next time look. You didn’t care though. Chanyeol had publicly said, ‘hello’ to you and you were loosing it, only slightly. You leaned up against your locker and girls across the hall gave you jealous looks. But why would anyone look at them when their hair was so teased up. They went a little too crazy on the Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

You grabbed what you needed, only having one thing for homework. You ran down the stairs and out the building as you found Jongin’s car. He was leaned up against his, ‘hot rod’ he liked to called it, along with Jimin and a friend named Jin. Jin was a very good looking senior. He was popular in a different way, Captain of the football team apparently did modeling on the side but you had never seen pictures. “Yeah, well I’ll see you later to work on the project then.” Jin said as Taehyung came up to grab him. “Hyung, we have practice. Come one,” he grabbed Jin and saw you. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He flicked his hair back.

“Tae, how are you?” You said awkwardly as Jongin and the boys watched.

“Great, just heading to practice. You coming to the game tomorrow?” He asked and Jin laughed at him as Taehyung puffed out his chest.

You made a noise like you had forgotten. “I’ll be at work, sorry.” You had no interest in going to that nor would you if you were off. The thing about Taehyung was that since the two of you slept together he tried to get you to go out with him occasionally. He’s a sweet guy but you weren’t each other’s type. Sleeping with him, the both of you drunk, was not your finest half hour.

“Oh, well maybe another time. Before the season ends.”

“Yeah, maybe so.” You smiled politely nodding as Jin grabbed Taehyung. “Alright, bye guys.”

“Bye,” you all said in unison. “What was that about?” Jongin asked with a laugh. “Nothing,” you muttered as Jimin nudged you with giggle. 


Jongin and Jimin hung out with you until you had to go to work. They dropped you off. Jongin telling you to call his house when you were ready to go home. “I think Sixteen Candles is out at the video store. We could rent it?”

“Sounds good to me. I want to see it. Anyway, I’ll call you when I get off. Okay? Have a good night.” You said to the boys as they said their goodbyes and you walked into work with a sigh. You punched in and since it was only 4:15 it was mostly just the after school crowd. Plus it was Friday so it would stay packed for awhile.

It wasn’t until about 7:45 that Chanyeol and his gang walked in. They all surprisingly said, ‘hello’ or nodded at you. Chanyeol smiling as he was the last one to walk in, “It’s later.” His smile was contagious as you tried to hold it together. “Miss me?”

You almost said, yes, but you kept your cool. “Lovely to see you as always.”

His eyebrows shot up, “Lovely? Oh, I’m flattered.” He said as he walked away and you giggled to yourself. You tried to stay focused on other things during the night. But you did hear Xiumin and Chen get tired, “Why must we always hangout here? I mean we could go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I came out today.”

“Yeah, Channy boy. I want to go do something else. We’re always here.” Lay said. “I mean I didn’t have to work tonight. I want to go try and get some girls. Heather is having a party tonight. Her older brother got her beer.”

“Then why don’t you all go? I’m not making you stay.” Chanyeol said as you went to go play a game behind the one they were all at.

“Well, okay. We’re going to the game tomorrow? I told Jackie I would watch her perform.” Lay said.

“Preform? She’s a cheerleader.” Baekhyun laughed.

“Either way, skirts are flying.” Lay answered and Chen and Xiumin high fived, nodding with a laugh.

“What does that even mean?” Sehun said with a disgusted face.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Lay said as he pinched Sehun’s cheek, Sehun pushing him off. “Now, I need to go get laid. Anyone coming?”

“We are!” Xiumin and Chen said in unison and Suho followed. You sighed in relief. Now you just wish the other two would go. 


It was about 20 till closing and your manager had left, asking you to close up. You only said yes because you were hoping to have any sort of conversation with Chanyeol. Baekhyun had come over to ask you some questions as Sehun cheered Chanyeol on.

“So how long have you worked here?”

“Almost two years. I like video games. Plus it’s nice to get away from reality for awhile… in a game.” You answered as the last parent came to pick up their son. It was only the four of you in there.

“Huh, I never thought about it like that.” Baekhyun said and you looked him over. He was shorter but very lean. He was very chatty but in a way that made you believe he was interested. He was very popular with the ladies. They loved his hair espically. You were never one for mullets but the red and black was pretty sexy on him. You still didn’t get why the mullet was so popular during this decade. “Well, I think that Sehun and I were going to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I heard it’s supposed to be crazy scary.”

“I saw the previews on mtv. It looks creepy. I love scary movies.”

“Me too! Chanyeol likes them but he’s a total wimp.” Baekhyun whispered.

“I am not, you bitch!” Chanyeol yelled and you both laughed.

“Well either way, Sehun we better go. It starts in 20 minutes and you know it’s gonna be packed.” Sehun nodded and backed away from the game he started to play.

“Channy, you coming?” Sehun asked.

Chanyeol looked up from the game over to you and then back at the game. “No, I’m good. Have fun, guys. See you tomorrow.”

“O-okay, will do. Night!” Sehun said as they walked out the door. “Bye, Chanyeol. Bye, Y/N.” Baekhyun waved and smiled and you did the same.

Now it was 10 before closing and it was just you and Chanyeol. You shut everything down that you needed and started playing beside Chanyeol. “Do you want me to leave the place open a little later? My boss is gone.”

Chanyeol was playing intensely as you looked over and he stayed in laser focus. It was quite impressive. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to keep you from your plans.”

You soon lost, too busy paying attention to his profile. The Pac-Man machine making the sound to indicate you lost made you and Chanyeol look at it. “Whoops,” You said as you focused back.

Chanyeol looked back at his game. “Oh shit,” He said as his character was quickly killed. “Damn, well. That sucked, man I want more videos games to play at home. Standing sucks,” he said while stretching his long limbs as you tried not to watch. “Y/N, don’t die!” Chanyeol said, startling you.

“Wha- oh god” You whispered as Chanyeol came up behind you, putting his hand over yours as he helped you get away from the ghosts.

“There we go, that’s it.” He said lowly in your ear as his body was pressed against yours and yours was pressed up against the warm machine. You could smell his lingering cologne as his soft skin rubbed against yours. “Yes!” He shouted and you jumped, looking at the screen seeing you won. How long had you been in your head?

“Thanks, Chanyeol. You’re totally boss.”

Chanyeol stood back and you sighed sadly. “Pac-Man is a fun game. And thank you, I know I am but it’s always lovely to hear it.” He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. “So… you hungry?”

You looked up at Chanyeol. “Um- yeah actually.” Wondering where this was going.

“Well, there a dinner right down the street. You want to get some grub?”

You stood there for a moment. “Um well-“

“If not it’s okay-“

“No, just let me call Jongin. He was supposed to pick me up. I don’t want him to worry.”

“Yeah, I can take you home.” Chanyeol said and you smiled bashfully.

“Okay- um great. I’ll call him and then close up.”

“Sure, I’ll meet you outside. I need to get my jacket from my car.” He said as he walked to the door.

“Cool.” Your cheeks hurt from your smile as you went to the phone behind the counter and quickly punched Jongin’s number in.

After three rings, “Hello?”

“Mrs. Kim! Hi, is Jongin there?”

“Hello, darling! He is, let me grab him for you.”

“Thank you,” You said as you tapped your foot, waiting.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, don’t worry about picking me up. Chanyeol said he’d drive me home. We’re getting food.” You said excitedly.

“Oh- okay- well, so no movie night?”

“Awe, Nini. I mean I don’t know when I’ll get home. I don’t want you to wait up. I work the afternoon shift tomorrow. Pick me up at 4:15 and I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” He asked and your heart pounded. There had been a few times lately where you just loved when Jongin needed you. You didn’t know if it was just because he wanted you around or something else.

“Have I ever broken one?”

“Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, Nini.”

“Y/N-“

“Yeah?”

“Be careful, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“I know you like him so just-“

“Jongin, don’t worry. I’ll be safe.”

He sighed, “Okay, goodnight.”

“Night!” You hung up, running around the counter, grabbing your jacket and turning the lights off. Meeting Chanyeol outside and locking the door. He was leaning against his black camaro and you admired his different clashing patterns. Only he could pull that off. “You ready, m’lady?” He pushed off his car, holding out his hand. “Yes, good sir.” 


You and Chanyeol were sat in a booth by the window, looking out into the dark Autumn night. You both ordered a burger and fries, Chanyeol swearing they had the best. You sipped your coke as Chanyeol talked about the fact that he plays the guitar.

“Wow, was it hard to learn?” You asked, leaning against your arm. You were trying to focus on his words but he just looked so soft. You couldn’t help be sigh in awe.

“No, not really. I enjoyed learning. Music is just a passion of mine.”

“Radical,” you nodded, watching his lips curl around his straw before he coughed and you could believe you had just said-

“Yeah, it is pretty radical… You’re so cute.” He smiled as the waitress came over, giving you your burgers with a fake smile. You were too shocked to care. Your stomach growling, smelling the food and Chanyeol heard it and laughed. “You better chow down.”

“Yeah,” You said as you picked up the burger. The thing is you ate so fast you were trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to seem like a pig. On the other hand you were so hungry you didn’t care. You always finished your food before Jongin. You scarfed it down and would always steal food off his plate. Well, you guess it wasn’t stealing when he let you do it. He was a good friend like that.

You finally took a bite and you were very surprised. A moan escaping out of your mouth as you chewed. “Right,” Chanyeol said with excitement after he swallowed, taking a drink. “You wouldn’t suspect a place like this.”

You nodded, swallowing. “Wow, I mean that totally melts in your mouth.”

“I know,” Chanyeol sighed. “I always feel like I could eat about three of these.”

“Well, if you do, I probably would too.” You retorted and he chuckled.

The two of you sat there and talked for awhile. You spoke about school, teachers, games and college. It was easy with Chanyeol. He was a great listener, very attentive. You still were a bit nervous. You had such a crush on him so he was intimidating. But that seemed to melt away as you got to know him better.

He told you about his favorite music. Telling you he’d make you a mixtape with all the ‘good’ music on it. You smiled, imagining yourself in your room late at night dancing around your room to the tape he made just for you.

You told him that you enjoyed singing. “Maybe one day you and I can rock out with your guitar…”

“Oh, nice! Like our own little concert. That could be fun. Good idea,” He winked at you and it took everything you had in you not to squeal. 



For dessert you ordered shakes. You got strawberry and Chanyeol got chocolate. He offered you a drink of his and you were way too excited to drink after him. Lips touching his straw, you definitely needed to calm down.

You looked out the window as it got quiet. Chanyeol circled his straw around, pushing around his shake in the glass. “So… you and Jongin…”

You took a drink of your milkshake, looking back at Chanyeol. “What about him?”

“I mean, are you two together?”

“What?” You scoffed, “No.”

“Woah, okay. Take a chill pill.” Chanyeol chuckled. “I mean- I’m just saying, you two are super close. He’s always by your side. He just seems to really like you.”

“I mean, I hope so. He’s my best friend.”

“Awe, sweet sweet Y/N. I mean, it’s obvious he has a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened, “No, it is definitely not obvious. Don’t you think I would know?”

“Not necessarily, I mean he’s trying to hide it.”

“Chanyeol, just shut up.” you laughed.

“What’s your damage? He’s a nice guy. I heard that he only dated Krystal for you.”

“Well, I still did lose her so… where did you even hear that?”

“Krystal,” Chanyeol said. “Apparently Jongin told her that he had feelings for someone else and she thought it was you.”

You sat there in shock. You and Jongin were close but you couldn’t imagine he liked you. You were yourself around him, you were gross and weird. He liked that? “No way.”

“I think he does.” Chanyeol shrugged as he finished his shake and you couldn’t touch yours anymore.

“So what, you just wanted to break this news to me?” You sat back.

“Well, no. I just thought you should know. I like you a lot. You’re cute and funny. I pay more attention to you then you know.”

“But-“

“So why haven’t you tried with Jongin?”

“Because of my crush on you.” You answered truthfully. You had learned way too much heavy shit tonight to care about anything else.

“You like me?” Chanyeol said happily.

“You’re not as cool as I thought you were.”

“Hey!” You laughed and Chanyeol spoke again, “I like you too and I would date you in a heartbeat but I like Jongin and I honestly think you should give him a try.”

“Chanyeol, that’s not how it works-“

“Y/N, you couldn’t last a day without him. I mean think about it. He’s handsome, he knows the real you, loves the real you. Jongin always is there when you need him. He gives up dates to be with you. I mean he gave up one tonight.”

“With who?”

“Amber Davis.”

“She’s so pretty,” You said and you felt a tinge of jealousy. You were always a little jealous when Jongin when out on dates. It like when he was with Krystal. You just thought you didn’t want someone stealing your best friend. But then there were nights where you would just stare at his lips as he spoke, wondering how they would feel against yours. You figured that was just your hormones. Then there was the day you walked in on Jongin changing. He had just gotten out of the shower. You didn’t know this of course. You came over, his mother telling you he should be in his room. The door was cracked and you wanted to throw it back and scare him but when you peeked, his towel dropped.

“Chanyeol, I have a crush on you.”

Chanyeol smiles softly, “That warms my heart but I do think you should give Jongin a chance.”

“Okay… I will.”

“Wow, that’s great. I mean I’m a little sad-“

“On one condition.”

“Wait, what?” He looked confused, sitting up to listen.

“You take me out tonight. Show me what one night would be like with you. I want to get you out of my system. If it doesn’t work with Jongin, we go out again.”

“I mean of course I’ll take you out of it doesn’t work with him.”

“But of it does, I want to have had this night with you. I don’t want to think about you if I’m with him, wondering what this could have been.”

“Y/N, I don’t know. It’s already so late. Won’t your parents worry?”

“They’re out of town for the weekend. Come on, please. One night, Chanyeol. Just me and you.”

Chanyeol looked you over for a minute. “Fine, just because I do think the two of you will work. I want to be able to have at least one night with you. And i’m still coming to dungeons and dragons.”

“Oh course! I want you as a friend too. We have a lot in common. I think you’re a great guy.”

Chanyeol stuck his hand out, “Deal?”

“Deal,” you smiled as you shook his hand. Chanyeol then smacked down some cash for the bill. “Alright, let’s move it. We have a lot to cover.” You both got up in excitement. This was the night you had been waiting for.


You both got into his jet black camaro. You had never been in a car like this. It was so fast and loud, riding around in it made your body tingle. “Hold on,” Chanyeol would whisper in a raspy voice as he flew down the highway. The windows were down as the hard rock blasted from the speakers and you screamed in happiness. You felt free and you were going to take advantage of that for this one dream night.

You didn’t even bother asking where the two of you were going. You wanted it to be surprise, you wanted to go into this not knowing. You embraced the night sky as the air hit you, arm out the window as Chanyeol sang along with the music.

You enjoyed the night as Chanyeol pulled up to a building. “Park Plumbing and Co? Isn’t this your dad’s business?” You asked as Chanyeol parked and turned off the car.

“It is, I have the keys to it. Sometimes I like to go in there at night. It doesn’t have cameras so I’ll go and move stuff around to mess with people’s head.”

You both got out and walked up to the building. “That’s so twisted… I love it.” It was a two story building. You didn’t know why a plumbing company had two floors but there were a ton of offices who didn’t lock their door so you and Chanyeol went in. The two of you giggling as you slightly moved stuff around. “Do you do this often?” You asked as you moved a cup of pencils to the opposite side of the desk that belonged to, according to the name card, Mr. Hood.

“Only when my dad pisses me off. I want him to think this place is haunted. He’s terrified of ghosts.”

You laughed, taking the name plate out and flipping it upside down. “Doesn’t your mom run an antique shop on the square?”

“She does. I wish I had the keys to that place. It’s so spooky at night. Apparently it used to be a bank and when that closed down it was just abandoned. So there’s still a whole bunch of furniture there. It so scary at night or when the room are dark.”

“I like scary places.”

“You do?” The two of you walked into another office.

“Yeah,” you moved one thing and then leaned against the desk as you spoke to Chanyeol. “It’s thrilling, you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“That’s true. You know that abandoned hospital, off Jefferson?”

“Oh yeah! That place looks terrifying. I’ve heard some crazy shit about it.”

Chanyeol finished what he was doing and took your hand. You froze slightly but followed him. “We could go there.”

“Yeah, right. I’m not about to just stroll on in there.”

Chanyeol laughed, “Okay, we don’t have to… chicken.” He lead you to a hallway that had stairs. The two of you walking up.

“Call me chicken, I don’t give a shit. We could go and you could totally run away and leave me stranded.” Chanyeol opened a door and you were suddenly on the roof. “Oh wow,” he wind was really hitting you up there. You were glad it wasn’t too tall of a building but you could see some other business. Plus the sky looked beautiful.

“That’s what Baekhyun did to me. The boys and I went to the abandoned hospital during the day and it was still scary as hell.” You listened as your skin got goosebumps from the crisp air and because Chanyeol was still holding your hand tightly. “So we break off into groups and somehow I get stuck with Baekhyun. I mean he’s an even bigger baby than I am.”

“I can see that.”

“Rude, but I’ll let that slide.” He said and you chuckled. “We were walking through the psychiatric ward and we start to hear a loud banging.” You stiffened at the story, slightly nervous. “It’s inconsistent but it’s still there. For some reason I wanted to get closer to it and all the sudden while we were walking toward it a door burst open and Baekhyun is suddenly gone from my side. He left my ass, yelling ‘sorry’ while screaming! Turns out is was just Sehun because he’s not scared of anything.”

“Oh my gosh!” You started to laugh.

“Don’t laugh at my pain! I was terrified. I practically shit my pants. It was horrifying and I was frozen and out walks Sehun just giggling, the prick.”

“I would have cried.”

“I did once I got home,” Chanyeol said and you both laughed.

“Jongin scared me like that once. He hid in my closet when we were kids. I was deathly afraid of my closet when I was young. I thought that there was a monster living in there and still to this day I can’t sleep with my closet door open. Jongin knew this and one day I was at home waiting for him to come over and I went into my room and my closet door started to shake and I heard scary moaning coming out of it and I screamed when it burst it open and out came my so called best friend.” You we’re still butt hurt about it. “I was so upset I yelled at him and told him I didn’t want to hang out with him ever again, so I made him leave. He only lives three houses down but I was furious.”

Chanyeol was dying laughing as you had said that story in detail. Using your hands to show the intensity of the situation. “Oh- oh my god. You poor thing. You must have been terrified.”

“Believe me I was. I told my mom that Jongin wasn’t my friend anymore and I banned him from the house.”

“You’re cute,” Chanyeol said as he used your hand to pull you closer. You felt your face redden as you were standing there in his arms. You both stood there and talked for a while before moving back inside and hanging out in his dad’s office. You were laid out on the couch as Chanyeol was spread out on the ground. The two of you sharing and laughing for what seems like ages and apparently it was because suddenly Chanyeol shot up, checking his watch. “Holy shit, we’ve been here for two hours!”

“Really?” You sat up, “Wow, I didn’t even realize.”

“Me either, too wrapped up in you.” Chanyeol said as he got up. “You want something to drink? There’s a convenient store down the street that’s open 24 hours.”

“Sure, sounds great. I could use some caffeine right about now.” You said and Chanyeol pulled you off the couch, making you run into him. “Oh-“

“Damn, Y/N, calm down. I know you like me but…” he smiled as you pushed him back.

“Shove off,” You tried to hide your smile.

“I like them feisty.” Chanyeol said as he ran off before you could hit him. 


The two of you ran through the convenience store. Both trying to get to the Coke before the other one. You heard the cashier sigh as he watched the two of you run around. Chanyeol was the first to get there. “Loser!” He made an L with his fingers putting it up to his forehead as he leaned down and put his face close to yours.

You shoved him back. “Not fair, your legs are longer than mine.”

“Sure~ just a sore loser.” Chanyeol said as he grabbed the two glass Coke bottles out of the cold glass case. The two of you walked down another aisle looking at the candy and chips. “You hungry?” He asked and you clung to his side as a creepy man can in, watching the two of you. Chanyeol looked down at you and caught your eyes watching the man. “Baby?” He leaned down and kissed you. You were shocked, looking up at the grinning boy. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

You normally didn’t like it when people gave you pet names or nicknames. Jongin called you, doll face when he was trying to embarrass you but for some reason, baby coming out of Chanyeol’s mouth was too much. His voice was so deeply delicious as it was raspy. You wanted to hear him whisper it to you. You also wondered what it would sound like coming out of Jongin’s mouth but you shook your head.

“You want candy?” He asked.

“I’m good,” You gripped his jacket as you looked up at him pulling the two of you close together. “You’re really cute.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Chanyeol pressed his long finger into your dimple. “Way cuter than me.”

The creepy guy watched from another aisle and Chanyeol yelled, “Eat my shorts, dude!”

“Chanyeol,” you scolded him. “You’re not Bart Simpson, let’s just go.”

Chanyeol huffed at the guy as he held you close while the two of you walked up to the counter getting your cokes. Paying and opening them on the way out to the car. You both got in and you didn’t know where to go but you were not ready for the night to be over. “Chanyeol, your car is really sexy.”

Chanyeol nodded with a cute chuckle. “I agree,” he started driving around the town. He would point at houses and tell you who lived there. He would tell you about gossip he heard as well.

“Where on earth did you hear that?”

“From my mom! She runs an antique shop a lot of the older rich or women come in and tell her gossip or she overhears it. I’m telling you, Mrs. Fletcher who owns the car dealership with her her husband is fucking Jin.”

“No, no way. I refuse to believe that.”

“It’s a small town, Y/N. Even if it’s not real, I mean, she’s rich and I’d want to be pampered.”

“She’s such a bitch. I mean my dad and I went to look at cars for my 18th birthday next year and she totally was like buy something or leave.”

“She’s a totally bitch but maybe she’s nicer now that she’s getting boned.”

“Ew,” You said and he laughed.

“Just saying, I mean people usually are a lot nicer when they’re getting laid. He’s her boy toy for sure.”

“Maybe so… speaking of which, have you ever had sex in your car?”

Chanyeol almost choked on his Coke. He put it down in the cupholder as the two of you were cruising the town. There really wasn’t much to do in 1984 when you lived in a small town. Nothing was open except the convenient store and you were not ready to go home yet. You definitely wanted this wonderful one night only date to end in something fun. “Y/N…”

“That’s a yes,” you laughed.

Chanyeol was surprised you were laughing. He had had sex with a few girls but none of them had ever wanted to hear about the others. If they did it was a trick and he definitely learned soon enough since the last time a girl asked she tried to beat him up. “I mean it was just a handjob. We were at the drive in a town over. But I’ve never done it in my car before.”

“Do you want to?”

Chanyeol looked at you and then the road doing a double take. “Y/N, um-“

“Oh come on Chanyeol, i’m not naïve. Don’t you want to end this night with a bang, literally.” You giggled and he still couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Normally guys had to almost beg girls to sleep with them. “It’s not like you’re my first either.”

“Damn, just break my heart why don’t you.”

“Oh please, it’s just one night. I mean, perfect way to end the night. Once you take me home this night will be a memory to the both of us. I don’t want to wonder what it would’ve been like, I want to know.”

“Jesus, how am I hard just by that statement? You don’t even want to go home? You just want to do it on my car?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “ I want to be the girl that you had sex in your car with. Even if you do it with another girl in your car you’ll remember that I was the first.” You said proudly.

Chanyeol shook his head with a huge unbelievable smile. Still reeling at the fact that you wanted to have sex with him. “Well, should we go up to Query Lane?”

Query Lane was basically like the lovers lane of every small town. “No, I hear perverts try to watch from the bushes.”

“Well, what about the school parking lot?”

“Chanyeol, are you kidding me? If a cop found us we could totally get in trouble. I mean we’re having sex at a place where kids go.”

“Well, shit, I don’t know! I’m just too excited with the fact that I’m about to have sex with you.” He said truthfully and you blushed.

“I think I know the place, take a right up here.”


You told Chanyeol where to park as he pulled into a church parking lot. “Y/N, I feel weird.”

“What? I mean I know it’s crazy but you can park behind this building and no one will see. I mean there are woods back there and then the nearest house is all the way over there,” you pointed.

“I guess you’re right. It’s just funny what people will go through these days to fuck each other.”

You shrugged, “Get the backseat.”

“Well damn, am I just taking orders?”

“If you want to get laid you are.”

That caught his attention because he moved quicker than you had ever seen a human move. Almost like Jongin when he was around chicken. Chanyeol has already kicked his shoes off on the way to the backseat. Then removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as he removed the rest, throwing it in the front seat as you removed your jacket, shoes and socks. “Don’t take off everything, I want to take it off of you.” He said smoothly and you started to get butterflies in your stomach.

You made your way back there to a naked Chanyeol. He pulled you into the back and placed you on his lap. You felt his long member against your jeans. “You feel that? You’ve made me so hard, Y/N.” He brought your hand down to feel him as the two of you kept eye contact. “You’re so cute.” He said and you scoffed but he just chuckled, moving your hand as he slowly removed your shirt, fingertips gliding against your skin. The eye contact was making you wet with excitement.

He threw your shirt up in the front as he made eye contact with your chest, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders before the threw the bra in the front. Chanyeol reached for both breasts, massaging them before engulfing one in his mouth. Dancing his tongue around your nipple. While he did that your head fell back, mouth open with soft moans filling the car.

He then started to undo your belt and pants. Releasing your nipples from his mouth, you groaned. He then helped you push off your underwear and pants, putting them in the front seat with everything else. You moved back up on Chanyeol’s lap, his thick member brushing against your folds. Chanyeol moaned and you smiled, loving the feeling of being in control.

“Y/N, baby- fuck.” He swore and you felt a rush in your body when he called you, baby, again. He stilled your hips as he moved himself to your entrance. Pushing in slowly as he watched your face for signs of discomfort. You swallowed hard as he finally pushed himself all the way in. Letting out growl, Chanyeol tried to control himself, seeing you needed a minute to get use to it.

When you started to move he gave you sweet but passionate kisses. You arched your back, trying to ride him as good as you could. He filled you up. His dick was long, feeling him in your stomach. You were trying not to go crazy because all you wanted to do was make him come at this point. He just felt so good inside of you.

“Y/N, you’ve gotten me so fucking hard. Shit! I’ve never been this turned on.”

You smiled to yourself and then he suddenly started to move slightly which made you drop your smile and moan. “Chan- Chanyeol, oh yeah, yes that’s so good oh my god.” You grunted as you held onto him tightly. You started to circle your hips as you went down quickly and moving up slowly. Chanyeol was making all kinds of noises and you could tell you were driving him crazy. You kept up with that pattern, wanting to make him feel good.

And he did, he was in his element. Loving how warm you felt around him. “Baby, that’s it. Fuck me like you mean it.” He held your hips as you stared to quickly move your body down on his cock, making him beg for it. “That’s it, that’s it. Look at you. You know how to work that ass for me, huh?” He spread both his big hands around your neck, helping you thrust down on him. “You’re all mine tonight. You’re going to ache for my cock when you wake up.”

“Chanyeol,” You grunted.

“You’re going to make me wish I never told you to go after Jongin.” He held tighter and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. It was so hot in the car but you felt to good to care. Chanyeol bringing you up close and personal, whispering sweet dirty nothings into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe. You held his soft pink hair tightly as he bit down on your ear, making you scream his name. “That’s it, same my name!”

“Chanyeol, fuck!” You cried out as he picked you up, turning you around so he could move better inside you. You were both squished in his backseat but it still felt so good. ”Call me baby,” You asked for it at least once more as Chanyeol’s long body got positioned and this thrusts were quick and erratic. Either way he was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. “Yes, yes,” you could barely get out. Felt like he was stuffing you and you could barely breathe in the best way.

“Baby,” he whispered and you gasped. “That’s right baby, let me take care of you. I want you to come for me. You’ve been such a good girl riding my cock. I want to take care of you and have you come for me. All around me.”

You moaned so loudly for him whimpering at the end as his hips pounded into you. You were hitting the seat in the same steady rhythm. “Right there that’s it!” You gasped again, louder.

“Baby,” he groaned, “Look at you, fuck I’m lucky to see you like this at least once. I’ll always remember this night. You have no idea.” He kissed up your neck, bodies engulfed in one another. “So tight, Y/N, you feel so good.”

His sweet yet sensual words pushed you off the edge as he said one last thing, “Mine.” After that you lost it. Yelling his name as your hand hit the window trying to hold yourself up as you were shaking. “Fuck that’s so good,” you whined as he kept fucking you. Your voice sounded so different to you, basically begging for more. Begging him to keep fucking you. This was all that you wanted for this night.

“That’s my baby,” Chanyeol said as he filled you up, thrusts sloppy. Holding onto you so tight as he whispered your name in ecstasy. You pulled his head to kiss you as it was leaning against your chest. The kisses were soft as the two of you started to giggle, not believing what you had just done together back of his car in this location.

You looked at the windows, “Holy shit, we fogged it up.” Chanyeol was too busy looking at you before you turned his head and he saw what you meant. He just laughed before saying, “We definitely got it hot up in here.”

Chanyeol then moved, holding you for a little while in the backseat. Draping his jacket over the two of you. You were at peace with this night. You were more than happy with the way things turned out. After about half an hour of silence and holding each other with a few kisses. The two of you got dressed and got back into the front seat. Holding hands and driving off. 


Chanyeol pulled up in your driveway after you gave him directions. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. Each not wanting the night to end. This was your first real date and you were glad it was with Chanyeol.

“Sorry to keep you up. I know you have work. I didn’t even realize it was almost 4 am.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled and shook your head. “It was definitely worth it. Thank you for a memorable first date with you.”

Chanyeol blushed, “I should be thanking you… but you should get some rest.”

“It’s worth it. Besides, I know Jongin will let me nap tomorrow. I always nap in his bed while he plays video games with Taemin.”

“You two are really cute.”

“Chanyeol, you don’t have to say that.”

“I mean it. I wouldn’t try to push you on to him if I didn’t think you’d be great together. But if it doesn’t work out. You know where I am… So you’ll ask Jongin out?” Chanyeol grinned brightly like he was the biggest fan of you and Jongin trying something.

You had started to think about Jongin through the night and the more and more you thought about him the more you wanted to try things out with him. Jongin would always be your other half and as much fun as you had tonight, Chanyeol seemed to just be a fling. He’d be leaving within the year to go to college anyway but this… you gotta have this night and nothing could take that away. “I will. Are you still coming over for dungeons and dragons?”

“You bet you cute little ass I am.” Chanyeol said excitedly and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I’m still going to be your friend. Don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me this easily.”

“Night, Chanyeol. Sunday at 4, in my basement. Bring a snack.” You leaned over and kissed him quickly but softly. Enjoying the last kiss you’d have with Chanyeol. You pulled apart slowly, faces inches apart and you saw Chanyeol’s eyes were still closed. “See you then,” you grinned as you quickly got out and run inside. Chanyeol waited until you got in before he sped off. You leaned against your closed front door and sighed. You could have melted into a puddle right there. Of course it wasn’t your fairytale ending but it was a night you’d never forget.

Multiverse Lovers - Part Two -Stiles Stilinski

Title: The Happenings of Beacon Hills

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 8,436

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Public Sex, Jeep Sex, Fingering, Hand Job, Making Out with Stiles because who wouldn’t?, Feeling, Sexy Massages, Dirty Talking, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms

Notes: Prepare your holy water, because it’s about to get real. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The jostling of the moving car bumped you left and right, the almost inaudible chug of the engine the first sound you could make out. Your eyes clenched tightly, a small stream of sunlight hitting them through the window. Your mind was slow to process what was going on and where you were, the worn leather of the seats making your back sweat profusely.

Wait, you thought to yourself, your eyes cracking open to stare at the roof of the vehicle above your head. Why am I in a car? The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the roof…

You sat up startled, glancing around at your surroundings hoping to figure out where you were and what was going on. A million thoughts were running through your mind, none of them making any sense. You glanced out the window in front of you, watching the trees pass by. You were in a moving vehicle, make and model unknown, person driving it most likely having kidnapped you.

“Glad to see you are finally awake,” the driver spoke. You glanced at the person, meeting their eyes through the rear-view mirror. The male’s honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, but more than familiar to your well-trained eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”

Your mouth fell open, not believing what you were looking at.

Stiles Stilinski is right in front of me. What the fuck?

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Breaking the Rules - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryModern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,957

Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language

A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by winter-barnes

You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.

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Saying Things

Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the precious, most adorable person @dej-okay because she deserves only good things.

Summary: You’d lost count of how many times you’d thought of kissing him. You had never let yourself imagine that maybe, he thought of it, too.

“Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Warnings: None. Just A LOT OF FLUFF AND CHEDDAR CHEESE. Words: 3.6k


“Parker,” you cautioned as he not-so-gingerly picked up the beaker that was mostly full of blue liquid that resembled and even smelt a little like Windex, shaky hands bringing it over to your side of the lab table, mixture sloshing around the insides, goggles beginning to steam up around his eyes from how heavily he was breathing, tiny rogue hairs from fallen waves at his forehead fluttering as warm puffs of air escaped from the spaces between funny eye wear.

It had taken the two of you nearly half an hour to mix the contents in said beaker just right, waiting for the telltale appearance of that crystal blue to color the glass and signal the correct chemical change.

You’d both laughed excitedly as you’d watched with anxious eyes, two pairs of goggles level with the table; forgetting that you were still holding glass tubes and going in for a high five, catching yourself with a sheepish expression just in time. He’d offered an air five instead.

“Peter, carefully,” you urged when the clumsy boy caught a sneakered foot on the corner of the table, neon blue peeking at the edge of its container as it swayed inside, nearly raining down on top of the shiny black below it.

“I know, I know, I’ve got this,” a tiny smirk following his words, and you found yourself believing him despite the sound of glass clanking together as he began pouring that blue liquid into the compound you’d just finished mixing up. The puffs of air fogging up both of your goggles stopped as blue hit green and you held your breaths, the whole feel of him changing when that red precipitate formed in uneven clumps at the bottom of the beaker. Bubbly laughter spilled from his lips in a rush of air as the tension released from his lungs and the smile that lit up the whole of his face kept you from doing the same, kept you from breathing, and you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to bring yourself to draw air into tingling lungs again if he were going to smile like that around you, at you.

Because he was looking at you with the sun in his eyes and happiness making up the whole of his features in a way that warmed your heart entirely and made your body feel sluggish and uneven like the mess of chemicals in that beaker. The longer you looked, the more aware you became of how the color of your cheeks must match the color of that clump, and oh, but his eyes were glowing, and you were glowing, and his lips were pink and stretched prettily across white, mostly-even teeth in that charming way that only his lips could.

And that was the first time you realized that Peter Parker was someone that you could kiss. Peter Parker was someone you wanted to be kissing.

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Jingles

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Themes: smut | fluff | christmas!au

Word count: 10.1k

Summary: Jungkook and I work at the Santa Village in the biggest shopping mall in the city. The job’s really shitty; nagging parents with bitchy attitude, screaming, spoiled children, and annoying Christmas songs on the loop. Only his presence is making up for all the hell I’m putting up with.

Warnings: oh boy, Bang PD dressed as Santa, and as for smut, the usual (oral giving, thigh riding, grinding, riding, etc..)

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“I swear to God, I’m going to fucking lose it if I hear ’All I Want for Christmas’ one more time!” Jungkook snapped as he heard the distinctive music in the background. I couldn’t blame him, in all honesty, it began to drive me insane, too; it’s the first week of December, everyone was in that vexatious Christmas spirit way too soon! However, we weren’t in the position to complain, as we both worked at the Santa Village in the biggest shopping mall in the city.

“Yeah, it seriously plays every three songs.” I commented, as we both sat in a vacant booth, placing our trays with junk food on the table. We still had twenty minutes of our well deserved break left, and how much we wished we could escape the bustling sounds of Christmas. “’Last Christmas’ is still a blast, though.” I added, and Jungkook nodded his head, as he took off his elf’s ear and put them into his pocket.

“True, I love George Michael as much as a heterosexual man is capable of loving another man,” he agreed, and I almost choked on my coke. I understood what he meant, yet it still made me grin like an idiot. “Three more weeks, am I right?” Jungkook spoke with a deep sigh, and nodded, unwrapping my burger.

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Never Hated You - Theo Raeken

word count: 6872
summary: Theo and y/n do not get along, it’s difficult for them to be in the same room together, but things change when he finds her after a bad accident
warnings: car accident, mentions of surgery and broken bones if that bothers anybody, and swearing
a/n: i combined two requests into one and i’m real excited to share this with you i hope you both like it!


[ I know you haven’t made your mind up yet / but I will never do you wrong ]

“Well maybe, it wouldn’t be such a problem, if you weren’t here!” You spat angrily at Theo, who was currently glowering at you from where you stood on the opposite side of the couch as him.  This pack meeting had gone from a check in, to a brawl, in a matter of minutes.

“Oh? And sweetheart what makes you think you can protect yourself against a werewolf huh?” Theo asked you, his aggression just as high as yours.

“Really guys it wasn’t a werewolf, I just heard a howl it seemed like a regular-”

“Shut up!” You and the chimera yelled at Liam at the same time, making Scott stand up from where he’d been sitting at the table.

“Alright, alright this is getting out of hand, really guys chill it down” The alpha warned, both you and Theo calming and turning away from each other and the alpha who made you whimper just slightly under your breath.  You didn’t catch the way Theo glanced over to you upon hearing the sound.

“You know what, I’m just gonna head out” You mumbled, picking you bag up from the couch and fishing your keys out of it.

“No y/n don’t leave I was thinking us girls could have a sleepover” Lydia said, giving you pleading eyes but you just shook your head, no longer feeling in the mood for ‘pack time’.

“I really just want to go home and get some rest” You said quietly, pulling your jacket on then walking to the door.  Scott gave Theo a look.

“Oh no, no” The chimera said.  “I’m not apologizi-” He stopped when Scott’s expression only intensified.  “Fine” He groaned, and followed after you, only to find you’d just walked out the door.  “y/n!” He called, walking outside after you.  You turned back to look at him, then scoffed and walked to your car.

“What now Raeken? Here to slash open my tires?” Theo sighed, but shook his head.

“No, I’m here to-”

“To what? Spit it out, I just want to go home” You breathed, pinching your fingers over your nose.  Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know what? Fuck this I’m not apologizing to you”

“Apologizing to me? Oh no sweetie, it’s not your fault that you’re such a jackass.  Oh wait no… Jackson was the jackass.  Jackson the jackass get it? It has a ring.  Now what were you again? Hmm… oh right! You’re Theo the traitor!” You said with fake eagerness, clapping your hands together and making Theo visibly whither.  “You tried to kill me, you tried to kill my pack, now I don’t care if they want to let you back in and trust you again, but just, please” You stressed on the word.  “Leave me the hell alone” Theo’s mouth opened to protest, but he looked at the despair in your eyes and decided against it.

“Fine” He mumbled, backing up to head back into the house.  “Forget it” And with that, he went storming back inside, while you got in your car and drove off.

Screw you anyways, screw you and your nosy intelligence, and your curiosity, and your absolute breathtaking beauty, screw you.  He didn’t need you anyways.  Good riddance.

Theo hadn’t even closed the door when he grabbed his keys and went running back outside to get in his truck and chase after you.


“Scott?” Theo spoke into the phone, it was pressed between his cheek and his shoulder as he drove, searching the streets as he drove recklessly.  “I can’t find her anywhere, I can’t find y/n”

“She probably just went home, I think she was getting a headache actually” Scott said through the speaker.

“I already checked there, she wasn’t there, I can’t find her is there anywhere that she usually likes to go? Secret spots maybe? Favorite places?” He asked, voice desperate.

“The library but I mean at this hour it’s closed” Scott said, and Theo slammed on the brakes, then quickly turned the car around and began to head towards the library.

“Yeah but that wouldn’t stop y/n she’d go anyways” He said, speeding off again.

“Are you going over the speed limit? Cause that’s really not-”

“Scott y/n could be in trouble!” Theo shouted, not caring about the law at the moment.

“And since when did you care?” Scott shot back, and Theo gritted his teeth, then hung up the phone before Scott could ask or say anything else.  He couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt.

He’d met you first in the library at school.  At the time, he hadn’t known that you were a human in the McCall pack, he’d just been watching you with an amused expression as you stacked book after book in your arms, and were now jumping to reach ones on higher shelves.  After a few minutes of watching he finally decided to get up and help you.  He walked over, not saying a word as he easily reached for the novel you’d been jumping for, and handing it to you.  You’d stared at him, not having recognized him because surely you’d remember those green eyes.

“Th-thanks” You said quietly, setting it on top of the other four books in your arms.

“No problem beautiful” He replied, then turned to walk away, leaving you blushing and gaping a little.

“Wait” You called, and he looked at you over his shoulder.  “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before” Your brows crinkled and he gave you a genuine smile.

“Theo Raeken” He told you, and you smiled back as you replied.

“y/n l/n”

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you” He said, before leaving the library, again leaving you standing and staring at his retreating figure.

You didn’t know then that he would screw up your life so horribly.

That he’d inject you with a venom that left you unconscious for three days.


Theo drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as he looked all around in the dark, but being able to see fine.  But it had been fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t found you.  He wasn’t sure what else to do, he’d been all over Beacon Hills searching every possible place but you were nowhere.

With a sigh, he slowed down and began to head to where he usually parked for the night.  You probably didn’t even want to be found, and certainly not by Theo.  He felt ridiculous, you were probably just driving around, and even if he had found you, you only would’ve chastised him for following you in the first place.  You hated him, and at this point he should just let you.

Besides, you would never, ever, feel the same way about him that he felt about-

Theo slammed on the brakes, and rolled down his window, breathing deeply out in the air.  He could’ve sworn that he’d caught a whiff of blood, your blood.  When he caught it again, he whipped open the door and began sprinting down the street, knowing that it was yours, that you were in trouble.

“y/n! Y/N!” He screamed, and the further he ran the stronger the scent became.  And soon, he caught sight of just what it was that made your scent of blood so thick.

Your car was upside down, crushed at the front, and completely wrecked.  Somehow upon seeing this he ran impossibly faster and nearly ripped off your car door in his desperateness to see if you were safe.

You moaned, reaching to rub your head but winced and retracted your arm.

“Oh my god, y/n” Theo carefully leaned over to unbuckle you, and pulled you into his arms.

“My leg it- call an ambulance” You begged, tears rushing down your face and mixing with blood from small cuts on your cheeks.  This only made you hurt more, and Theo fumbled in his pocket, still kneeling on the ground with you in his arms.  You had a fist holding tightly to the front of his shirt

“Okay, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay” He kept repeating those same words as he dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The woman on the other end spoke.

“My friend got into a real bad car accident, she needs an ambulance” He said quickly but tried to sound calm enough for her to understand him.

“Where is your location?”

“Uh-uh Baker’s Ave” He said.

“We’re sending an emergency response crew now, stay calm sir, your girlfriend will be taken to the hospital soon” She responded, and he hung up, typing in Scott’s number again.

“How-how long?” You whimpered, and your body shook slightly as you curled against him.  Theo held his phone between his shoulder and ear, rubbing an arm up and down your back as the phone rang.

“Give me your hand”

“Why?”

“So I can take the pain just give me your hand” He said in a rushed way, and you slipped your bloodied hand into his.  A groan came from his throat as he took away your agony, his veins darkening as it coursed through him.

“Theo? Are you still looking-”

“y/n got in an accident” He cut off Scott.  “The ambulance is on it’s way now we’re going to the hospital”

“Oh-oh my God” Scott mumbled.  “Okay, I’m telling the others we’ll see you there” He said.

“Alright” Theo said through a wince, but he could feel you begin to relax out of relief so he didn’t stop.  “See you there” He said, then hung up on that call too, and focused on you lying in his arms.  “You’re going to be okay” He said, cradling you close, and you closed your eyes. “You’re gonna be okay” Theo repeated, still taking your pain, which was becoming more and more of a struggle.

Soon after, you passed out.


“If you want, you could always just go down to the cafeteria to eat something maybe” You could faintly hear Lydia’s voice, but it seemed distant.

“Yeah man you’ve been here all night and all day, the nurses might get mad soon” Said Liam.

“No, no I can’t leave” Theo’s voice.  Theo? Where were you that Theo was staying?

“Seriously, don’t you think she’ll be confused when she wakes up and we aren’t here?” Stiles said.  You tried to open your eyes, but you were so tired and it felt too good to keep them shut.

“I don’t care, this is my fault, I could’ve gotten there faster” Theo ensued.  “I’m staying with her, whether you like it or not, I’m going to be here when she wakes up”

“Alright Raeken what’s up? You really think she’ll want to see you of all people when she-”

“Okay” Scott’s voice cut off Stiles.  “We’ve gotta go anyways, school starts in fifteen minutes”

“I’m skipping today” Theo brushed off.  “I’ll go back whenever she does” You felt a hand covering over yours, and another one holding your small and limp hand between two warm ones.

“Alright, we’ll come back together after school, but I’ve got a free period in like… four hours” Scott said.  “I’ll come back then” All you heard after that was a door closing.  And you figured the group left, but the warmth around your hand was persistent.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you finally opened your eyes, turning your head to see who the owner of the hands on yours were.  You were surprised to see Theo there, sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair that he likely stole from the waiting room.  His head was awkwardly laying on a small space of the cot you were situated on, and both of his hands were cupped around your one hand.  You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not, but you decided not to wake him.

Instead you looked around yourself, trying to gather up how serious your situation was.  You’d been in the hospital numerous times due to Scott’s mother working here and often you were the one to bring her dinner, and had figured out long ago the difference in all the rooms.  The smaller ones with less things inside of them, usually only consisting of a cot and an area of cabinets that the nurses and doctors would work with, were for one night stays, easy fixes.  People who would be out in no time but need a place to be for their procedure.

Looking around the room you were in, you knew this wasn’t the case.  It was large, with a much more elaborate doctor’s station, and you had a rack of different tubs all leading to a pouch that looked like water to you but you weren’t exactly a medical practitioner  Your cot, which was more like a bed, at least it felt like a mattress and not just foam padding like most of the rooms, was larger than most.  Your chest began to rise and fall much more quickly than it previously had been, and you could hear not only your own heartbeat, but the beeping of the monitor in the room quickened as well.  You must have been in bad shape.

Your free hand rose, touching the rubber piece that was hooked delicately in your nostrils, and your eyes followed the tube to a bag that hung near the water pouch, you watched it inflate and deflate as you steadied your breathing, the heart monitor slowing back down to a regular pace as you calmed yourself.  You closed your eyes, trying to remember what had happened that wound you up in here, but you weren’t sure.  You looked over your body, but couldn’t see much since a small woven blanket covered over your chest, hiding you from yourself.

This was when you chose to wake Theo.  Your hand untangled from between his, and you rubbed your palm as calmly as you could over his arm.  He leaned up almost instantly, slowly, but looking straight for you.

“Hey” You spoke, your throat scratchy and making your voice raspy.  “How long have you been here?” You asked him, your brows cinching together with both confusion and concern.

“You’re awake” A small smile of relief spread on his lips, and you weakly returned it.  Thankful that at least there was a familiar face you could wake up to.  “How-how’re you feeling? Any pain?” You shook your head, though you did feel a dull ache.

“What happened to me? Why am I here? Is there a new threat-”

“No no, nothing like that” Theo shook his head, and moved forward, closer to the edge of his seat so he could be closer to you.  “You uh, you got in a car crash” Your eyes widened with surprise, usually you were a completely safe driver, at all times.  Enough that it would piss of Malia when you made her wear a seatbelt, even in the backseat.  And if you braked hard enough, your arm would shoot out towards the passenger side in front of whoever was sitting there.  Sometimes it would happen on instinct even if no one was there.

“I-I did?” You asked, trying to sit up a little to listen more tentatively but you winced, and laid back down.  Theo’s hand shot out to yours as you situated yourself back onto the pillow.  He didn’t speak again until you seemed as comfortable as you could be.

“Yeah, when I found you your car was flipped over and it looked like you’d hit something from the front, but nothing else was around” He told you.  “Looked like a hit and run” He grumbled, annoyed that someone would get you into that bad of a wreck and then just leave you there.

“Oh” Was all you could say in your croaky voice.  “You found me?” You clarified, and he nodded.  “How?”

“I was…” Theo licked over his lips anxiously before continuing.  “I was heading home” He said, knowing it wasn’t a lie, that at the time he had been driving back to the vacant parking lot that he could get away with parking and sleeping in his truck for the night.  You nodded slightly, and then realized that he hadn’t released your hand.  You tried not to draw attention to it, finding the warmth he brought to you to be pleasant.

“Thank you” You eventually told him, making him look up at you out of astonishment by the words.  You smiled at him, a soft, and genuine smile that he’d only seen from you one other time, and it had been the first day he’d met you.

“You’re welcome” Theo replied, voice expressing the shock that he’d felt.  You curled your fingers around his hand, and closed your eyes again, hoping for some sort of peaceful sleep to come over you, but it didn’t.

“Why did you stay?” You whispered out, opening your eyes to reveal their worried orbs.  Theo kept his gaze away from your face though, not bearing to see the blossoming bruise across your cheek along with scattered cuts and your perplexed stare.

“Because I… because” He finished lamely, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“That’s not very explanatory” You stated.

“Yeah, well” He shrugged his shoulders sluggishly and you tugged a little on his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Were you the one who hit me?” You asked, and immediately he shook his hand and widened his eyes.

“No no, god no y/n I’d never-”

“Then why’re you acting so guilty?” You asked him pointedly, and you could hear a small sigh escape his lips.

“Because y/n I… I care about you and I let this happen, I got there too late and now you’re all…” He didn’t know what to tell you about your injuries.  He wasn’t sure what all you already knew or had figured out.  You decided to take in his words, making a mental note to bring up the fact that he cares about you later.

“What happened to me? I can’t see-”

“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you that” He said, and you huffed slightly, but decided against forcing him to reveal the information.  He already seemed… on edge.

“So, you care about me?”


You spent a few hours with Theo, and it was only nine in the morning.  On a school day that would seem late-ish (which it was a school day so you at least missed classes) but on a weekend you would normally be fast asleep at this hour.  Though you found yourself actually enjoying Theo’s company.  You talked as though a beautiful new friendship was beginning to grow, which it sort of was, but this felt like it was something different.

You weren’t sure what it was that was bubbling up inside of your chest as he told you little things he could remember from his childhood, or why you smiled whenever you’d speak and he’d stare at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, but it was nice.  It felt warm, and safe.  And being in this confined room, you were glad to have him there with you.  All the while never letting go of his hand.

When nine-thirty hit, Melissa came in, carrying a clipboard while wearing her scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck.  You felt relieved that she was the one to come check on you rather another nurse that you were unfamiliar with.  The woman gave you a sad smile as she checked up on your vitals.

“How’re you feeling miss y/n?” She asked in her concerned mom voice.

“Fine, I think” You replied.  “What happened? Exactly?” You questioned, and she gave you a tired frown.

“You shattered your left femur and patella, but on the right you’re only bruised up, still a pretty ugly mess but nothing broken on that side” Melissa said, and looked over the papers she had on her clipboard.  “Three broken ribs, and a piece of windshield glass actually lodged in your stomach, which is currently just being wrapped up while your ribs are somewhat healing, and we’ll wheel you in for surgery in…” She looked at her watch.  “Ten minutes” She told you, and caught sight of your wide and tear filling eyes.

“I-I-” You choked, your heart monitor beeping like crazy as you began to freak out.  “Surgery?” You looked over to Theo, who stood from his chair, taking your hand in one of his and the other setting a soft palm against your cheek.

“It’s okay, you’re alright” He spoke gently, keeping calm for your sake.  “They’re going to fix you up, you’re safe here, they’re going to make you all better” The longer he talked to you, the slower your monitor became, and soon you were relaxing again.  Melissa looked between the two of you, remembering a time where Lydia had laid on a similar cot to yours, and that she’d had Stiles stay in the room so she’d be calm, knowing that he would anchor her down.  She saw an almost identical connection there that she did with you and Theo, but pretended not to notice the scene in front of her.

“He’s right” The older woman spoke up.  “You’re going to be all better and at the earliest you can head home tomorrow” She said with a warm smile, and you nodded, feeling calmed down once more at her sincerity.

“You’re gonna be okay” Theo said, removing his cupped hand from your cheek and sitting back in his chair.

Your hands were still connected though.


When the time had passed, and it was time for you to be taken down the corridors to where you would be operated on, you grew nervous, which Theo could smell thick in the air.

“y/n” He said softly, and you looked at him from where you were fiddling your fingers on the edge of your blanket.  “It’s going to be okay, Melissa and I will be right there when you wake up” He told you.

“You’ll stay?” You said hopefully, your eyes rounded with optimism, and he smiled as he nodded.

“I will until they let you go home” He told you honestly, and a slight blush creeped up on your cheeks at the way he cared for you.  You just bit back a grin and nodded.

“Okay” You whispered, and just then Melissa came back into the room, wheeling in a wheelchair.

“Alright y/n, we gotta get you in this” She said, and you could already tell that moving would be difficult, and painful.  You visibly winced at the idea of the agony that would shoot through your body when you stood up.

“Okay, come here” Theo instructed, letting go of your hand for the first time in a few hours, and pulled the blanket off of you.  You caught sight of the cat that covered your entire left leg, from the top of your thigh to your ankle, and on your right leg it was mostly patches of deep black and purple marks.  Theo slid one arm beneath your upper legs, the other going around your back.  “Count of three, okay?” He warned you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tight as you counted in your head with him.  “One, two.. Three” He lifted you up with ease and set you swiftly back down into the chair.  You sighed with relief, grateful that you felt only a small amount of pain.

“Thanks” You breathed out, leaning your head back slightly.  Theo nodded, as Melissa came over to guide your chair out of the room.  You looked back quickly to Theo but he was already walking behind you both to stay near you.  He saw the way you desperately looked for him, and made his way up to walk next to your wheelchair down the mostly empty hallways.  You looked up at him, and reached your hand out for his that was swinging at his side.  He didn’t think too much of it, seeing that you were about to go into surgery and he knew it scared you, but you intertwined your fingers between the spaces of his, and it was something that made his heart beat a little faster.

Before you’d only clasped your hand around his, but now you were legitimately, holding onto his hand, conjoining your fingers.  You actually needed him.

Theo looked down at you, to see your eyes were on your hands as he caressed his thumb over yours softly.  You looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he gave you a smile which you returned before looking down at your casted leg.

He kept your hands together until you had to be taken into the operating room, and he released it.

“No don’t-” You could barely protest before a doctor took your chair from Melissa.  “Please let him stay just until I have to-”

“The room needs to be sterile” The man said in a bored tone.

“But-please-”

“It’s okay, I’ll be right here when you get out” Theo said, and you looked back at him with panicked eyes.  Worry filled his chest, knowing that if you started freaking out now there’d be nothing e could do.  “I’ll be right here” He told you, planting his feet on the ground to try and prove to you he’d be as close to you as he could the entire time.  You opened your mouth to say something to him, but the door closed.

Theo stared at that door, standing in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes, before finally sitting down in another uncomfortable chair, impatiently waiting for the doors to open again and for him to go in and see you.


He’d passed out sitting in that chair, but was woken up again by Melissa nudging him.  He groaned slightly, not wanting to be awake.

Until he remembered you a few moments later, and shot up, seeing Scott standing next to her as well.

“Is she awake? Can I see her?” He rushed out the questions.

“She is, she’s still coming down from the anesthetics so she’ll be a little loopy, but I can sneak you in there for a while” Melissa said.

“Can I see her too?” Scott asked, to which Melissa looked around, double checking the halls were empty before nodding.

“Be smart about it” She warned, before swiping her card through the coded lock, and Scott walked in before Theo could go in first.

You were sat on a cot, the top half of it slanting upwards so you were in a partial sitting position.  You didn’t seem to be in any pain as you curiously looked all around the room

“Scottyyyy!” You called, a big grin pulling at your lips as you held your arms out for him to hug you.  He chuckled quietly, trying to hug you as lightly as he could as not to press against the stitches over your stomach.  “I missed you puppy” You said, petting his hair.  Both Scott and Theo gave each other a look.

“You are ten feet off the ground” Theo said, and you stopped touching Scott’s head and looked quickly to where Theo was.  A brighter smile made it’s way onto your face as you saw him, and you pushed Scott away, eagerly holding out for him now, your fingers opening and closing impatiently as he came over to you.

“Hey princess, how do you feel?” He asked, holding you gently for a moment before dragging over a chair to your bed.  Scott did as well, watching the two of you interact with a curious glint in his eye.

“I feel so good! Doctor doctor said they’d bring me pudding if I feel good, and I do!” You said enthusiastically and making the chimera chuckle.

Doctor doctor?” Scott repeated.

“Yeah, I didn’t catch his name, so i figured it was also just doctor.  Doctor doctor isn’t that neat?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of it” Theo said as you sing songed doctor doctor over and over again.

“Yeah me either.  She’s not even like this when she’s drunk” Scott replied.  Suddenly you shot your hand out and grabbed onto Theo’s.

“You let go of me, you let them push you out” You said, a dramatic pout on your face as you studied Theo’s hand, tracing your fingers over the creases in his palm and along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry sweetheart they wouldn’t let me go in with you, I’m not a Doctor” He said as kindly as he could, his free hand petting over your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Well made you should be” You said sassily, but it only made him smile.

“I’ll try harder next time” He told you, and you nodded curtly.  Scott stood up, deciding that he wasn’t the one you needed to be with right now.

“You’re leaving?” You asked him, eyes staring at him in a puzzled way.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out and uh… find my mom” He said, lying only a little.  You shrugged.

“Fine” You said, pulling on Theo’s hand and wrapping your arms completely around his.  “More cuddles for Theo” You stated blankly, nuzzling your cheek against the crook in his arm.  Scott chuckled at the way Theo grinned instinctively before containing it.

“He can have all the cuddles” Scott said with a wink before heading out the door.  “I’ll see you in bit y/n” He said then left, closing the door behind him.  You shrugged a shoulder, looking up at Theo through your lashes.

“More cuddles for youuu” You said in a singing tone that made him laugh, and continue running his fingers through your hair.

“How’d everything go?” He asked, though he was sure you wouldn’t give him a  valid answer.

“Prettygoodprettygoodprettygood” You told him.  “I missed you though, I miss you”

“You miss me? I’m right here” Theo said.  You frowned.

“You haven’t always been right there, you used to hate me” You whined slightly, but he shook his head.

“No y/n I’ve never hated you, I could never hate you” He told you sincerely.

“But you used to fight with me all the time” You said.  “You stabbed me in the neck and I slept for a long long time” Theo sighed, wishing he could talk to you about this when you weren’t still high on anesthetics.  But now was as good a time as ever, and he needed you to know the truth.

“y/n, I did that to you so that you would stay out of the mess” He told you, and your brows furrowed together.  “It put you to sleep, safely, I swear to god it was safe, for seventy two hours so that you wouldn’t be out there trying to fight off The Beast and the Dread Doctors” You lifted your head from his arm, staring at him seriously, and he felt like suddenly you were completely grounded and sober.

“What?” You asked in a quiet, unsure voice.

“I know, at the time it seemed like a bad move but I couldn’t have you getting hurt, you weren’t ever supposed to get hurt” You blinked a few times, letting this new information sink in.  After a few silent moments, you laid your head back onto Theo’s arm, holding onto him still and beginning to doze off.

“I like you so much right now that it scares me” You whispered, before falling asleep while clinging onto him.

During your little nap, you were placed back into your wheelchair and taken back to the room you’d been previously staying in so you could recover smoothly.  Theo moved with you, going back to sit in his chair from earlier while you slept peacefully.  When Melissa had left the room after he laid you back in bed and pulled the cover over you, he held onto your hand again.

He clasped it around your palm gently, his eyes trained on your small hand in his, before letting go, and sliding his fingers in between yours.  He liked this much better, feeling he could hold onto you more closely and liking that he could rub circles into the back of your hand.

You let out a soft moan, your head rolling slightly as your eyelashes fluttered open.  Your gaze landed on Theo sitting next to you, his hand holding onto yours.  A soft smile graced your lips as you stared at him adoringly.

“You’re here” You said hoarsely but quietly.  Theo smiled back at you, his eyes flickering from your hands to your eyes.

“I’m here” He murmured back.  “I was with you when you got out of surgery but you probably don’t remember” You eyes narrowed and lips parted as you thought.

“I remember some of it” You mumbled, and a soft breathy laugh emitted from him.  “I remember you telling me about… about what you did” You whispered, somehow impossibly lower than you’d spoken earlier.  Theo stared at you tensely, his mind racing on what you could possibly say next.  “Which confused me- well, still does” You corrected.

“It confuses you?” He asked, brows furrowing at your words.  You nodded in response.

“Yeah” You said, licking over your lips.  “If you wanted me safe, you should’ve just told me” Theo almost snorted.

“You would’ve listened?” You smiled as you laughed a little.

“No, not at first I’m sure” You replied, both of you laughing quietly at your stubborn tendencies.  “But I think eventually I would’ve listened”

“I don’t think you trust me enough for that” Theo sighed, and you held onto his hand a little tighter.

“I trust you” You said, and you declared it as though it were a secret you kept pent up inside you for a long time.

“You didn’t” He said simply, and you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“I do now” You said earnestly, pulling your molded hands up closer to you, holding them against your chest.  “You saved me, I could’ve died” You told him.

“You wouldn’t have-”

“I could’ve” You cut him off.  “And you’ve saved me multiple times, apparently” You stated.  Theo looked down, his free hand drumming anxiously against your blanket.  “Thank you” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, I couldn’t just leave you in the street like that y/n, or back then I- you’re human you don’t heal like the rest of us if you’d gotten hurt because of stupid century-old robot men I wouldn’t be able to live with myself” You chuckled slightly at his wording.

“Stiles is human” You whispered.

“What?”

“Stiles, he’s human” You said again.  “You let him go out there and fight against him, didn’t try and protect him” You said, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips and a pink tint on your cheeks.  “He doesn’t heal any faster than I do” Theo laughed, but it was a short and nervous sound.

“Yeah well… maybe you need more protection than he does” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I was taught to shoot by Argent, and before him, Allison, and never once have I missed” You told him.  “I can shoot a military standard machine gun, and Stiles can swing a bat and sometimes it doesn’t break” You said, and it really wasn’t a lie.  “If anything, you should’ve done it to Stiles, I fight far better than he does-”

“Yeah well I like you far more than Stiles” Theo cut you off, making your blush darken, and your momentary confidence dissipate instantly.

“I’m flattered” You said, making him laugh slightly.  “But thank you anyways, even if I could’ve killed the Doctors before any of you” Theo shrugged.

“Anytime” He said, then shook his head rapidly.  “No no not anytime, not again, I’m not doing it again I promise-”

“Theo” You said through a short laugh.  “I get it” He was quiet as you stroked your thumb over his hand, really liking the way he’d held onto you all day, and hoping it didn’t change when you got out of the hospital.  “Theo” You said softly, and didn’t look away from your hands.  “I don’t hate you, and you’re not a traitor” You told him, in the most serious, straight faced way you could.  “I never hated you” Theo pulled half a smile, moving closer in his chair and ran his hand over your forehead, petting softly down your hair to about ear’s length, then moving back to the top of your head again.  It was a very comforting motion that you closed your eyes in gratification.

“I never hated you either y/n” He responded solemnly, still running his palm over you gently.  “I cared about you too much to see you get hurt, far before anything horrible happened” A small hum came from your throat, and you turned your head while his hand had just brushed over your cheek, pressing slightly against his warm skin.  Your nose brushed slightly over his wrist as you nuzzled into him, rolling onto your side slowly, and wincing during the process.  “Don’t do that” Theo scolded slightly upon seeing the pain it brought you to lay on your hip.

“I’m good- it’s good” You struggled, and he took your pain away with the hand cupped around your cheek before you could protest.  You then laid peacefully facing him, using the palm of his hand as your pillow and relaxing again.  “Theo?”

“Yes?”

“I… I’m really glad that you stayed with me today, it means a lot” You murmured, and making Theo smile again.

“I am too” he murmured, and you kept his gaze for a few moments.  Normally, you would’ve felt nervous, awkward staring into someone’s eyes for so long.  But his hazel green irises were just so appealing and you couldn’t get yourself to glance away.  “I’ve liked getting to know you for real y/n” You grinned wide, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

“You too” You said back wiggling a little closer to the edge of the bed.  He moved to the edge of his seat, staring down at your wide and sparkling eyes.  Even with the oxygen tube placed in your nose you looked breathtaking in this moment.  Theo let go of your hand, placing it opposite of his other palm on your cheek, holding your face in his hands.  You stared up at him, all of your attention, completely on his every move, his every touch.  He leaned down, ever so slightly, his eyes flicking from your rounded eyes to your lips, parted and plump, awaiting his own warm mouth.  You smiled after a moment of your intense stare, and he swore your eyes lit up as you watched him.

You rose your hands up, tiredly hooking your wrists behind his neck and mustering the strength to push upwards, hesitating just slightly, but Theo’s hands still on your cheeks guided you the rest of the way, your lips meeting in the softest, most gentle kiss ever given.

It was sleepy, and slow, both of you testing the waters with your newly found chemistry.  And neither of you disliked it one bit.  Theo carefully laid you back down onto your bed, so that you could rest and not have to gather the strength to lean up.  But not once did you break the kiss, just softly slant your lips against his, your head tilting slightly and moving in sync with him.

Your hand slid from behind his neck and tracing down his cheek, laying on his jaw as he pulled away from you.  Your bottom lip became encased by your teeth, but his thumb gently prodded it out.

“You, are the most beautiful girl, that I have ever, and will ever meet” He told you quietly, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.

“Theo I’m wearing a hospital gown and there’s literally tubes in me” You said with a nervous laugh, but he shook his head, his thumbs caressing over your face in a soft fashion.

“It doesn’t matter” He whispered, and you smiled before pulling his lips back down to yours, falling in love with the warm and plump sensation as they moved together.  You hummed softly out of pleasure and delight.  Your fingers curled slightly around his jaw, and even when you parted you still held him close, your lips pulled into a smile as your lashes flicked up from his to his eyes.  He smiled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you” You murmured out, ever so quietly as you stared at him intensely.  Teo’s hand brushed across your cheek, before tilting his head up to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I love you too princess” Theo said, then leaned back in his seat.  Propping an elbow up on the side of your cot so he could lean his head against his hand.  “Now get some sleep, the pack’s gonna wanna see you soon” You nodded, taking his empty hand and linking your fingers together before closing your eyes peacefully.

Things weren’t so scary when he was sitting there watching over you.


alright i hope that was slow burn enough for ya XD

xoxo ~ jordie

Ezra!Barry Allen x Reader (Justice League)

Originally posted by starwarsolo

Fluff!! 

1.9k words.
Just plain cuteness with this absolutely adorable dork. I’m in love with Ezra’s Flash. Justice league was amazeballs. Enjoy.

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You ran up the steps to Barry’s apartment, using your jacket to shelter yourself from the rain pelting down. Water was dripping down your cheeks, but some of the drops were tears.

  You hadn’t had a good day. You couldn’t focus in any of your classes at college today, because your mind had just felt fuzzy. To top it all off, you received a mark back for a paper you had worked so hard on, and failed it. Today was just a right off, and you knew it from the moment you woke up in that dull haze. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, but for now you didn’t feel good at all.

  Once you got the door unlocked, you stumbled through the entrance and slammed the door closed against the wind.

  “Barry?” You called out, earning no reply. You knew he would most likely not be home yet. You originally had been going home after college, but decided to ask if you could stay the night at Barry’s since you weren’t feeling good. When you texted and asked, he replied and said of course, and to make yourself at home.

  You walked through to Barry’s bedroom, dropping your bags on the floor, and then walked into the bathroom. As soon as you stepped under the warm water you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You let the water drench your hair, as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. You attempted to wash your hair, still crying. In that moment, you felt like the tears would never stop.
  Just as you were washing yourself, you heard a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump.

  “Y/N, I’m home,” Barry said.

  “H-hey,” you replied, coughing. Your voice was raw from all the crying.  “I’ll be out in a minute, I’m almost done.”
  “Are you alright?” Barry asked, obviously noticing something was wrong.
  “Yeah, I’m fine. One second,” you said.

  You finished up washing yourself, and then turned the shower off. You stepped out and rubbed a circle in the fog on the mirror. Your ghost of a face stared back, dull and tired. Your eyes were puffy and red from the crying. There was no chance that Barry wouldn’t notice.

  You realised you forgot to bring in a change of clothes with you, so you wrapped a towel around yourself and opened the bathroom door. Barry was sitting on the end of his bed, taking off his shoes, and then looked up when you opened the door. He smiled at you, but it quickly faded once he took in your red eyes. He was in front of you in a second.

  “What’s wrong?” Barry asked quietly. His brows were drawn together in concern. You couldn’t hold in the tears, and you looked down and let out a short sob. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” Barry said, drawing you into his arms. He didn’t hesitate, even though you were soaking from the shower. You cried into his chest, the tears spilling easily down your cheeks.

  “I- I just didn’t have a good day,” you tried to say through sobs. “My mind was messy all day, I couldn’t focus, and then I found out that I failed that paper.”

  “Oh darling, I know how hard you tried on that,” Barry said, and you could feel his breathe on your ear.

  “I’m such a failure!” You cried, “what if I start to go down hill with my marks? I study so hard and this is what I get. I can’t do anything right!”

  “Hey,” Barry said, moving so he could see your face but still held you in his arms. “You are not a failure. You’re so intelligent Y/N, and you can do anything you want. It’s just one mark, it’s going to be okay.” Barry had moved his hand so he could wipe stray tears that stained your face. You sniffled, and looked up at him. Thoughts of self hate kept swimming around in your mind, how you weren’t good enough. Why would Barry want you? You shut your eyes, tears threatening to fall again, and looked away from Barry.

  “Why do you love me?” You whined, however it came out like a cry. Hardly distinguishable.

  “What? I didn’t get that sweetheart,” Barry responded, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

  “I said, why do you love me? I can’t do anything right Barry, I feel so worthless.” Tears kept escaping your eyes, and you felt like they were never going to stop.

  “Y/N,” Barry said in a serious tone, “look at me.” You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. Your eyes met his concerned ones. “I love you so much, please never doubt that. I love you because you’re smart, you’re so kind,” he lay his palm on your cheek, “and you’re so beautiful. It hurts to know that you’re thinking about yourself in this way.”

  You had mostly stopped crying now, staring up at Barry in awe. He was always so sweet to you. He cared for you more than you felt you deserved. You’re heart was full. “I love you,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks, “thank you.”

  Barry smiled a small smile down at you. “You can always call me if you feel like that again, okay?” You nodded. “How are you feeling now?”

  “Better,” you said.

  “How about we get comfy on the couch and watch a movie?” Barry asked, and you smiled widely at the idea.

  “I’d like that a lot,” you replied, standing on your toes to peck him on the lips.

  “Great,” Barry said, and then leant his head down to kiss you deeply. You kissed him back, and you felt loved and cared for.

  “You always make me feel better,” you said softly. “Can I have a shirt please?”

  Barry chuckled, “of course.” He walked to his set of draws, pulling out a black shirt and handing it to you.

  “Thank you,” you said, taking it and walking back to the bathroom to dry off and get changed. Barry’s shirts were always pretty big on you, due to your height difference. His shirts came halfway down your thighs.

 When you came out of the bathroom, Barry was in sweat pants and was pulling a faded red shirt over his head. You watched his toned back disappear under his shirt and he turned around.

  “Ready?” Barry smiled.

  “Yep,” you said, walking over to him.

  “Good, come on then,” he said, walking out of the bedroom. You followed, and then fell onto the couch. You watched as Barry went over to his small kitchen and pulled out a packet of chips from the cupboard. He walked back over and sat next to you on the couch. You curled into his side, tucking your legs next to you, and Barry wrapped his arm around your waist.

  “Comfortable?” He smirked.

  “Yes,” you giggled.

  “Alright, movie time.” Barry said.

-

  You both finally agreed on a movie, after about 5 minutes of scrolling through names and alternating saying no to them. However, by halfway through you had fallen asleep from the tiring day you’d had.

  Barry was still wide awake when a knock sounded at the door. He frowned, confused as to who would be coming around this late at night. Who would be coming around at all technically, since he had hardly any friends.

  Barry carefully sat up, careful to rest you onto the couch without waking you up, and then walked to the front door. He opened it a crack and peeped through. Bruce Wayne stood on the other side.

  “It’s just me Barry,” he said.

  Barry’s stomach dropped a little. He didn’t want any of the league members to know that you existed. He wanted to keep you as safe as possible. It was bad enough that he was The Flash, but working with Batman and the rest of the superheroes? He didn’t want to risk it.

  “Oh! Bruce, hey,” Barry said, speaking quietly so that he wouldn’t wake you up. He had the door open slightly, careful not to let Bruce see you.

  “Are you going to let me in?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Er, yeah- no! I’ll come out,” Barry said quickly, and opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind him in less than a second. “What is it?”

  Bruce narrowed his eyes at Barry, gazing at the door behind his back. Barry’s heart beat fast, but Bruce appeared to let it go.

  “I came to tell you that you’ll need to come and meet with the league at my place tomorrow. There’s a situation that has come up, and we’ll all be needed for it.” Bruce said, looking a lot more serious than usual.

  “What is it?” Barry asked.

  “I’m not going to tell you here Barry. Meet at mine tomorrow at 10,” Bruce said.

  “Okay, fine,” Barry said. “Anything else?” Bruce didn’t answer straight away, and stared at Barry.

  “What are you hiding in there?” Bruce asked.

  Barry was so taken aback that he stumbled on his words. “Wh-what? No one! I mean nothing, I-” He mentally slapped himself.

  Bruce sighed. “Does she know who you are?”

  Barry didn’t reply, rubbing his tongue along his teeth and thinking. He had tried so hard to keep you a secret.

  “Barry,” Bruce said, and he was starting to look mad.

  “Yes.. she knows,” Barry said quietly and looked down. He was almost ashamed.

  “You need to be careful, you could put her in a lot of danger,” Bruce said.

  “I know, I know! I didn’t want any of you guys to know,” Barry said, frowning. “I don’t ever want her getting hurt.” Bruce was quiet for a moment.

  “How much do you care about her?” He asked.

  Barry stared at the ground, images of you running through his mind. He loved you more than anything. And the fact that you were asleep on his couch inside, and that he’d be able to go back and fall asleep with you in his arms, made his heart skip a beat.

  “I’d give my life up for her,” he said seriously, looking Bruce in the eye.

  “Okay,” Bruce said, “Keep her safe.” Barry could swear he saw a hint of a smile as Bruce turned around. “10am tomorrow, don’t forget!” He called out, walking down the stairs.

  “I won’t!” Barry called back, and then Bruce was gone.

  Barry stood there for a moment, thinking through what had just happened. Bruce Wayne now knew about you. However he didn’t know who you were exactly, just that you now existed. He sighed and looked down. He could keep you safe. He would never let anyone hurt you.

  Barry turned around and opened the door, walking back inside. You were fast asleep on the couch, right where he’d left you, only now you were sprawled out length ways. He smiled to himself, and turned off the TV and the lights. He picked you carefully up in his arms. You groaned and wrapped an arm around Barry’s neck, putting your head on his chest.

  “Are you awake sweetheart?” Barry whispered.

  “I am now,” you mumbled.

  Barry walked into his room, using his speed force to pull the blankets back quickly, while still holding you. He placed you down in the bed, and then crawled in next to you. You curled into his chest, eyes still shut, and Barry put an arm around your waist.

  “Goodnight sweetheart,” he said, and he heard you barely mumble a reply before you were fast asleep again.