mentally slapping myself

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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prompt #10 (Derek Hale)

10.“so why did you punch him again?” Requested by @keepcalm-and-beyou

Originally posted by stilessderek

“so are you free tomorrow night?” Jackson asked from behind me.

I closed my locker door, taking in a deep breath. This has been going on for about three days now. Jackson Whittemore has suddenly taken an interest in me. Personally I think it’s just to get under my brothers skin. Could you imagine Stiles’ face if I told him I was going on a date with Jackson?

“sorry, busy.” I said walking past him with my books.

Suddenly the books are taken from my arms

“well what about Saturday?” Jackson asks carrying my books.

“uh you know what I think i’m busy then too.” I said trying to get my books back.

“busy doing what?” Jackson said rolling his eyes.

“I uh have to vacuum my room.” I said mentally slapping myself.

Jackson gave me an are you serious look.

“well that and other chores.” I said quickly recovering.

“well what about Sunday.” Jackson said stopping in front of me.

Damn this kid just doesn’t give up.

“Jackson, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Aren’t you and Lydia together anyways?” I said trying to go around him.

He reached a hand out stopping me.

“No. Lydia and I aren’t together. It’s one date y/n what could possibly go wrong?” Jackson said giving his signature smile.

I mentally laughed at that phrase what could possibly go wrong. Since learning about the supernatural I now knew that something could and always would go wrong but Jackson didn’t know about any of that.

“well I’d have to spend a whole night with you.” I said grabbing my books from his hands.

Jackson stood there shocked. I took that time to brush past him and walk out the doors of our high school. It didn’t last long because Jackson quickly caught up with me. I groaned, throwing my head back in frustration.  

“who wouldn’t want to spend the night with me? I’m Jackson freaking Whittemore.” He said putting his hands on his hips like a pissed off female.

I was thankful when a familiar black mustang pulled up in front of the school.

“get in.” Derek said rolling down his window.

I went to get in but Jackson grabbed my arm making me drop my books.

“do you know this guy?" Jackson asked glaring at Derek.  

"yeah he’s my uh boyfriend.” I said scratching the back of my neck nervously and mentally facepalming myself.

I silently prayed Derek didn’t hear me.

“this guy.” Jackson said scoffing.

Derek now got out of the car picking up my books.

“we need to go.” He growled throwing my books in the backseat.

“don’t tell her what to do.” Jackson said pulling me behind him.

Oh boy he’s pushing it now.

“excuse me?” Derek said scoffing.

I quickly ran in front of Jackson and got in between the two boys.

“well this was a great little first meeting but uh Derek and I have somewhere to be so Jackson thanks for the date offer but I’ll have to politely decline.” I said grabbing Derek’s hand to drag him to the car.

but of course Jackson being well Jackson, had to get the last word.

“whatever its your loss, have fun with your boyfriend.” Jackson said crossing his arms over his chest.

I groaned hoping he wouldn’t say the b-word. I grabbed Derek's hand and started to pull him away again but Derek turned back around punching Jackson right in the face. Jackson stumbled back holding his now bloody nose.

“lets go.” Derek said getting in the drivers seat.

I looked at Jackson once more before hopping in the passenger seat. Derek sped off, the school now just becoming something in the distance. I looked at Derek cautiously. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Derek.” I said placing my hand on his.

He looked at me taking his eyes off the road. He pulled the car over taking some deep breaths. I didn’t know why he was so angry right now.

“who was that idiot?” Derek finally asked looking me in the eyes.

“Jackson freaking Whittemore.” I said quoting Jackson from earlier.

“He’s very annoying.” Derek said.

“tell me about it.” I scoffed.

There was an awkward silence that filled the car.

“boyfriend?” Derek said raising his eyebrows.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

“that was the only way to keep him from asking me out again.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Derek laughed at me making my cheeks heat up once again. 

so why did you punch him again?” I asked making Derek stop laughing and look at me.

I swear for a second I thought I saw his cheeks turn pink. Derek was silent.

“were you jealous?” I said laughing at him this time.

“I told you he’s annoying.” Derek said returning to his stoic manner.

“whatever you say Derek Hale.” I said rolling my eyes.

There was another awkward silence that filled the car.

“but if he asks you out again, tell him i’ll kick his ass.” Derek said starting the car and pulling away.

prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

requests still closed. I’m working hard on all my requests now!

The Story Of A Girl Who Has A Crush On A Cute Cashier

“It’s okay, you can do this, talk to her. She’s just a girl. Just a gal. Like you. There’s nothing weird about this. She’s human, you’re human. Everything should be fine.” I whispered to myself until I noticed what I was doing and stopped. I approached the front desk and looked at the cute cashier.

I only gave her a glance but it was enough to see what I wanted to see. I saw her beautiful neon blue hair, her adorable freckles and her pink eyes. I saw the little chub to her cheeks and I saw the smirk on her face as she played a game on her phone while waiting for customers. I saw enough to know I was in love.

“Hello.” I said, and my voice cracked. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I put down my things on the counter and remained quiet.

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How Bad Grades Got Me Laid

How Bad Grades Got Me Laid //Phan

Pairing: Daniel Howell and Philip Lester 

Genre: smut

TW: none

Teacher!Phil x Fem!Student!Dan

Phil’s POV

“So, the tests aren’t… Bad, per say, but they’re not exactly good either,” I recited the familiar speech as I delivered the tests to the respective students.

I went around the classroom, until I reached the familiar boy with brown hair, looking up at me with dark pupils and an innocent look. “Dan…” I started, placing his test in the desk, a disappointing red 2-out-of-20 mark, clear as daytime, “come see me after class.” he nodded eagerly, seemingly not bothered by his low grade. “Yes, sir.” he purred cheekily.

I wrote some exercises for the students to solve and sat at my desk, looking up to see Dan’s familiar face, sitting at his desk diagonal to mine. Anyone else would be non-the-wiser, but I could tell when Dan wanted attention. But today was different.

He was wearing the typical female school outfit, something he’d do normally- he liked to switch between female and male outfits- but he just looked like he was up to no good.

Dan and I have been dating for about two or three months now, and I couldn’t wait for him to finish high school, so we could move in together. In these past months I’ve grown to be more rebellious than in my entire life and yet, I could not be happier.

One thing that I both loved and hated about Dan, besides his immaturity, would be his lack of shame.

I stopped spacing out when I heard my name bring called, “Uh… Mr. Lester!” I snapped my head up at that, my eyes instinctively falling on Dan. He was looking at me with lustful and zoned out eyes, his face was coloured with a shade of pink and his mouth was slightly open. His eyes fell shut when he realised he had my attention, he bit his lip and tilted his head backwards oh-so gently. My eyes trailed down his body; how his outfit was slightly tight on him, and down his chest, to his arms and finally his hand bellow the desk-

“S-sir, over here!” I jumped as if I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t, which, technically, I was. The student in front of Dan, Chris, was now standing, blocking my vision of Dan. “Oh, uh, yes, sorry?” I mentally slapped myself over how starstruck I probably both looked and sounded. “Should we do exercises 15 and 16? We haven’t learned that yet.”

“If you can, do it, otherwise…” I trailed off carelessly with a wave of my hand, watching as Chris sat back on his chair. I looked at Dan again, his right hand clutching the paper tightly- his test- while the other was under the desk, rubbing himself. We made eye contact and I noticed him mouthing pleas, most definitely directed towards me.

I glared at him, only receiving a small, lazy smile from him in response as he continued to touch himself as if it were the most normal thing to do. I checked the time, fifteen minutes until the bell rang. I groaned in frustration, tapping my watch impatiently, wanting everyone to leave already, just so I could have Dan alone.

I looked at him through my glasses, frowning, but more relieved when I saw that he had refrained to touching himself, now simply tapping his foot against the ground and pressing his legs together as tightly as he could. I smirked, chuckling quietly under my breath, which caught some students attention for brief seconds. I looked at my watch once again; twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds to go.

I could almost feel Dan staring longingly at me, and more so when, in the midst of the silence of the classroom, a loud and familiar huff was heard, coming from him. I looked at him in time to see him motioning me to hurry up with his hand. “Impatient,” I mumbled under my breath, knowing he’d have no way of knowing what I just said.

The last straw was drawn when he started squirming around on his chair, swaying from side to side in an effort of getting himself off, and failing completely, judging by the long sigh of distress he’d let out. I smiled, done with my teasing.

“Class dismissed.”

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.

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A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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Admitting it

One shot : You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 

I hope you guys will like this one shot! I feel a little bad because it’s again Kendall’s name I’m using, but it really is simply because of her’s and Harry’s past relationship.
As always, requests and feedback are welcome. 

Picture is not mine. It’s a gift from tumblr. 

A loud sigh escaped  my mouth and I hung my head low in exhaustion, my face hidden behind my sweaty palms. I felt as if all the responsibilities I had been trying to somehow balance on my shoulders over the past weeks came crumbling down like a wall of bricks, burying me. The familiar sound of my ringtone interrupted my thoughts and seeing the name flashing on the screen stopped any tears from spilling over.  My shaking fingers hastily slid over the phone screen and I eagerly pressed the device to my ear, desperate to hear the warmth of his voice.

“Harry! You have no idea how relieved I am that you’re calling.”

“M'glad to hear your voice, too, babe,” Harry answered, no hint of  a smile in his voice. He sounded oddly quiet and collected, not at all like the cheerful best friend he normally was.

“Are you alright?” I asked and pushed some of the books sprawled out in front of me away. There wasn’t much I would finish today anyway, especially not if Harry was unwell.

Ever since we had first bumped into each other it hadn’t taken more than one coffee to forge a strong bond between us. I always had his back and he had mine, protecting and supporting each other without questioning it. We often stayed at each other’s places for several days at once, trying to make the most of it given that the hectics of our daily lives didn’t allow us to spend too much time together. All of this remained merely platonic to him. I however, foolish as I was, had to fall so deeply in love with him I couldn’t even see the surface anymore.

“M'fine,” Harry hummed.

I didn’t quite buy his promise by the still rather void tone in his voice.

“You don’t sound like it, love,” I murmured, “what’s bugging you?”

I heard him take in a deep breath on the other side of the line, as if he needed to prepare for what he wanted to say next. When he spoke again his voice was much more tense.

“You know how Kendall and I have been going out and stuff, right?”  

I coughed as a lump crawled up my throat and swallowed hard before forcing out a small, “Yes.” My mind was already racing and torturing me with endless scenarios of what exactly he was implying by saying “stuff”.

When Harry had first brought Kendall around, I had already built a biased opinion on her. Her family’s public oriented life wasn’t something I could understand and never would it have come to my mind that Harry somehow could. Privacy was one of his top priorities. Meeting Kendall in person however had been different than expected and after two drinks with her I had to admit that she and Harry did fit together. She knew when to laugh, asked me questions about my much less eventful life than hers was and even hugged me when saying goodbye. And of course, she was of striking beauty. One look at her and it was clear how she was Harry’s match in every sense of the word.
After leaving them to climb into their taxi together and to head to his place I was overcome by sadness. Never had I confessed my feelings for Harry to him and now came the regret. I had noticed him observe me throughout the night, proving further how important it was to him that his friends liked her. A clear sign that their relationship was to be taken serious.

“I hope everything’s fine between the two of you,” I mumbled, hoping he’d believe the small lie.

“Not quite,” Harry replied, “we aren’t working out like I thought we would. And I feel so confused.” he broke off and I just knew he was shaking his head in lack of understanding.

“Is it because you’re apart too much?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered quickly, “Our houses aren’t too far apart from each other’s and now that I’m on my break I often fly out to see her. I’d say we spend 4 out of 7 days per week with each other.”

I tried to ignore the sting in my chest upon that information.

“If time isn’t the problem, then what is?” I asked.

So far in the year of us being close we’d only had two arguments and in both situations it was about me being upset because he wasn’t around.
Harry didn’t answer my question but paused to think of his next words, picking them carefully like he always did.

“She’s just not been acting the way the way she did when I met her. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t question me about my whereabouts or who it is that I am texting or calling. Kendall complains about everything I do and claims I’m distracted. Sometimes she even says she thinks it’s because of you. That you and I are dating. Can you believe that?”

“Crazy,” I laughed dryly. “What does she say when you ask her about her doubts?”

“Either that it’s nothing, she doesn’t want to talk about it or she refuses to answer me altogether. Shit like ‘you know exactly what this is about’, too.”

Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “Aside from missing you like crazy, I called to ask for advice on what I should do.”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you. I only know half about your relationship or how your feelings for her are,” I protested.
I knew full well I could never stay objective and so any advice I would give him wouldn’t be an honest one.
“All I could do is tell you to listen to your instincts. As they’re usually pretty good.”

“So you wouldn’t advise me to break up with her?” he asked me, sounding almost shy.
I cleared my throat, searching for words. He was unbelievable. Why did he have to ask me, the girl who loved him more than his girlfriend ever could, whether or not he should be single again?

“No, I wouldn’t,” I whispered timidly, choosing to push my selfishness aside.

“Hm. Alright.”

“Would you break up with her had just told you that I think it would be for the best?”

“Probably, yeah,” he answered. “But I’ll think it through one more time then.”

I wanted to die.

“You should do that,” I encouraged, mentally slapping myself. “You have to take care of yourself, though. I don’t want you to let it get too close to your heart.”

Harry sighed and I grinned when he mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, H?”

“I miss you,” he repeated quietly.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, “A lot.”

The faint noise of his laugh was enough to make my stomach flutter. My breathing picked up and I pictured him sitting there with a smile on his face because he had me advising him. After years of supporting his career I was glad to be able to be there for him privately as well.  

“You should come visit me,” I spoke abruptly.

“What?”

“Think about it. You’ve never met my family before and it would give you a break from everything! Here in my hometown you would be safe from media attention and you could think about what to do next with Kendall,” I rambled, unable to contain what I truly wanted any longer. Him by my side and away from his model to maybe, finally, see me the way I saw him.

“Visit?” he asked, surprise evident in his tone, “I-I can’t- Y/N, I miss you. I do, really, but I don’t think I can leave just like that. Kendall would throw a fit and I can’t just leave in the middle of all this without talking properly to her. I’m sorry-”

I swallowed hard and tried to breath through the stinging feeling in my chest.

“I understand that,” I interrupted him quickly. “Figuring out your relationship comes first. As it should.”

“No,” Harry disagreed, his voice sounded urgent, “Don’t say it like that. You know I would never put anyone or anything before you.”

The corner of my mouth twitched into a smile.

“Are you in LA?” I asked.

“I am. Why?”

“I just want you to know that there’s a door to my house that is always wide open for you. Metaphorically speaking, not literally. That’d be weird otherwise.”

He exhaled loudly and cleared his throat.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, H?”

“You really are the best friend I have.”

My heart swelled and I felt glad that he couldn’t see my burning cheeks.  

“Right back at you. Please take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I’ll try. You do too, yeah?”

“Always do.”

And with that we ended the phone call. That Harry hadn’t jumped onto my offer of him to come here began to hurt a little, but it wasn’t like I had expected anything else. The fact that he still wanted to be a good boyfriend to a woman he knew didn’t appreciate it, made me love him even more.

…..

It had been little over two weeks since I’d spoked to Harry and there had been absolute radio silence since. My family left town for the weekend and I had decided to use the quiet home to catch up on some of the work I had still left to do. On one evening however I didn’t feel like it at all.
Although the story I was reading had me clinging to every word, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the phone to check for a message from Harry every once in a while. The hope hadn’t died down yet.
The sound of the doorbell straddled me. It was 10:30 pm and the sky outside had turned dark hours ago. A nervous feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I’ve definitely watched too many horror films. Hesitantly I got up and walked to the door where I peeked through the window next to it. A movement in the dark made me jump but my heart instantly squeezed when I recognized the person waiting outside. I quickly unlocked the door and stepped out. The breath was knocked right out of me. The surprise of seeing him and how beautiful he was didn’t didn’t distract me from how exhausted he looked.

“Harry?”

“Hi,” he murmured, a faint smile on his face.

Within a second I had thrown myself at him and secured my arms around his neck while his wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to his chest.

“I can’t believe you came! I missed you so much,” I gushed.

After three months of being apart, I finally had him in front of me. Finally held him again. His body was warm and his shoulders strong under my touch. My hands found his hair and I exhaled happily upon finally being able to play with his soft curls again. I couldn’t swipe the smile off my face and enjoyed being able to breath him in again. Three months apart and he felt as familiar as if he’d never been gone.

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry mumbled into my hair. “You said I could visit and I…I just-” he broke off and pulled away from me before coughing heavily.

I gently patted his back in an effort to calm him. “Did your flannels not protect you from the threat that is the common cold? You should know better given how much time you spent in the oh so cold LA.”

A faint smile danced on his lips at my jokingly cooing voice, as he shook his head and with a final cough relaxed again.

“More likely in Ireland. I was visiting Niall last week.”

He came closer again and widen his arms to me. My heart jumped at the cocky half smile he had dancing on his cheeks and I gladly stepped into his arms, attaching mine once more around his shoulders. He squeezed my waist and I in return pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

“That’s lovely,” I mumbled, “And it’s more than okay that you’re here, Harry. You’re always welcome.”

Harry hummed and nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled quietly and shrieked when he bit down.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” he whispered and exhaled a long breath.

Though I loved having Harry this close, it was this exact kind of behavior that had me close to loosing my mind. Having him embrace and holding on to me like this felt as if he needed me as desperately as I did him. And that wasn’t the case. He had Kendall.

Humming upon feeling his lips against the skin of my neck, I whispered gently: “How did everything go?”

He shrugged and released me slowly only leaving his hands to rest on my shoulders. From this close I could see the glossiness of his eyes and how sore the skin around his eyes and his cheeks was. I carefully brushed the back of my hand over the redness, hissing at how tender it felt.

“Harry?”

“It went fine,” he muttered. “Kendall and I are over.”

Relief, mixed with worry for my friend flooded me and I felt like crying when he looked at me with what I interpreted as sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know how much she meant to you.”

Though I didn’t. Selfish as I was I had never asked him a lot about Kendall and was a little taken aback by the emotion in his eyes.

He shook his head, smiling a little. “That’s not what’s going on right now, Y/N.”

“Then what is?” I asked, confused by his words.

Harry shrugged and took my hand. “I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You seem so upset. This isn’t fair. No one as kind and good as you should feel like this.”

Harry shook his head once more and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’m alright, love. You worry more than you have to.”

My eyes narrowed as I observed his face. “I still don’t buy it, but let’s go inside, okay? I don’t want you to actually get sick.”

Ten minutes later Harry sat in my kitchen and watched me make tea for us both while he recollected the invents of the past weeks. He told me that Kendall hadn’t been surprised when he told her that he thought a break up would be for the best and that they were on good terms still.

“But I figured I’m gonna give her some space before calling or texting her again. To cool off a bit.”

“So it was you who ended things and not her?” I asked, a frown forming on my forehead.

Harry smiled when he noticed and tilted his head. “Does that surprise you?”

“I mean,” I began carefully, “if you’re happier like this I’m all for it of course, but I just didn’t expect it. Over the phone you sounded like you were sad about her creating distance between the two of you. I thought you loved her.”

At that he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Absolutely not. I liked her, but I could have never been in love with her. And neither did she love me. We were friends feeling like we somehow owed it to each other to at least try to be more, but she mistrusted me so quickly and always jumped on every article of me cheating on her. She read the worst shit about me and always believed every prejudice.”

I snorted at that. “Well that’s rich coming from her. God knows how much crap is being said about her on a daily basis and you never let that change a thing about how you felt for her. She couldn’t even give the same to you? That’s plain shitty of her.”

I shook my head, anger flooding through my body. Harry was so much more than what people made him out to be over the media and to know that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate him enough to see that, disappointed me. I was in the middle of turning to get mugs for our tea when I felt two arms wrap around me from behind. A small gasp escaped my lips when Harry stepped closer to press his chest against my back.

“Don’t frown, darling,” he mumbled and pressed his lips against my temple, “It’s all good now.”

I reached down and gently caressed his hands that were resting against my stomach.

“I just hate it when people treat you like that. You’re the kindest man I know and I wish you’d get some of what you give back sometimes. Especially from people you care about a lot.”

He only hummed and nuzzled his head into my neck where he kissed my skin. His hold on me tightened and I leaned my head further back so I could feel his short hair against my cheek.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is it true that you love me?”

My entire body froze and my heart beat so fast I could’ve sworn it would burst at any second.

“W-what?” I whispered. My body twisted and I tried to shrug his hold off but he only tightened his arms.

“Niall told me,” Harry murmured quietly, pulling me back closer against his chest. “He said you have for ages. You told him that you were too afraid to tell me. Is that true?”

“Niall he-” I cleared my throat, my mind desperate to catch up on what was going on. I shrugged again and this time Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to move away. My mind tried to think of a story I could sell him that would somehow keep me from loosing my best friend. All because I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay.

“You’re why I broke up with Kendall,” Harry said calmly.

I looked up to meet his shy gaze. When he knew he had my attention he continued:

“Y/N, I couldn’t force myself to try to fix this relationship. It wasn’t working out and it really began to mess with my head.”

I shook my head and willed myself not to cry in front of him.  

“So you travled to Ireland where Niall gave you the perfect solution.”

I took a deep breath and Harry frowned at my words.

“Go get the girl who’s easy and wouldn’t mind being your rebound,” I spat, anger replacing my hurt and betrayal. I couldn’t even decide at whom I was more angry. Niall or Harry.
“Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not a rebound for you and how even dare you think that! Using my feelings for you against me like this?!”

Harry moved quickly when the first sob shook me and took my hands in his. His sincere eyes met my teary ones and he reached his hands up to brush my cheeks.
“That’s not what’s going on here, Y/N. Calm breaths, darling and let me explain.”

I nodded, still slightly dazed and he smiled in relief.

“You are the most important person in my life, Y/N. You have been for what feels like forever now. But I didn’t think you felt the same so I didn’t say anything and threw myself into this relationship with Kendall, because honestly, I got lonely.”

He breathed heavily and moved his hands to my waist, holding me less than an arms reach away.

“And I was so unhappy in this relationship with her, because all I wanted is you. You never left my mind, not once and every minute I was with her, I wished it was you instead.”

I pulled a face at that. The situations he might have been in with her while thinking of me came to my mind. Reading my thoughts he chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, in those situations, too.”

“Oh, good god Harry!” I scolded and he laughed, grasping my hands when I tried to push him away. He cleared his throat and coughed.

“When I called you, I hoped you’d say something to indicate that you felt the same. When you didn’t, I decided to travel to Niall for advise and to clear my head. But before that I broke off with her. Niall didn’t tell me anything about your feelings for me while I was still with Kendall, I swear. I broke up because I felt too guilty for lying to Kendall like this and not because I knew there was a possibility that you’d let me have you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“This is…” I began, taking a deep breath, “a lot.”

“I know,” Harry replied, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

I shoved him back. “Don’t grin at me like that!”

“Why?” he laughed and took hold of my waist again. The warmth of his hands instantly relaxed me as he moved his hands to rest beneath my shirt so he could touch my skin. “I feel such a relief now. Having this out in the open, you know?”

My kitchen felt awfully small though I knew this conversation wouldn’t be half as bearable if it was with anyone else. I pried Harry’s hands from me and moved a few steps away again. His worried gaze followed me.

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I am,” I reassured him, not liking the scared undertone his words had, “But I’m a little overwhelmed, Harry. It wasn’t like I chose to tell you about how I feel. I wasn’t ready. You basically forced it out of me.”

“Just tell me what you feel,” he proposed.

When I didn’t answer he sighed and slowly stepped closer to me.  "Y/N, I love you.“
His voice was soft and his eyes were almost pleading. "Please. You do too, just say it.”

I looked up at him, searching for words before deciding to follow his lead and to just put everything out in the open. After all, he claimed it felt good.

“Of course, I do, Harry. I’ve loved you for longer than I’ll ever admit. Do you need me to spell it out each day for you now?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t complain.”

“Stop being cheeky, Harry, you really caught me completely off guard here. My mind is having trouble wrapping my head around all of what you just told me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said and held up his hands, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like this.”

I fiddled with my fingers and hesitated before speaking up again. Having Harry confess his feelings for me had been everything I ever wanted, but now that it had happened I didn’t feel as happy as I had expected to be. Seeing Harry with Kendall had somehow changed the way I saw him. I never saw him as a celebrity, but watching him show off his model girlfriend had shifted my view and now I saw how awfully different we were. He was an attractive and rich artist while I looked terrible plain and boring by his side.

“I just don’t know what we should do now,” I confessed, “Our lives are so different, Harry. Where would I fit in?”

“Right here with me, by my side. Like you always did,” Harry assured and I didn’t fight him when his hands reached for my hips. “Y/N, I love you. I’ll make sure that whatever it is that worries you, won’t ever be a threat to us, alright? M'gonna make you happy, Y/N. Please let me.”

His warm fingers gently massaged mine and his green eyes searched for some sign of consent to what he was proposing. I knew that I wanted this. He was who I wanted for years now and I knew that my need for him would never lessen or disappear.

“Y/N,” Harry begged softly, “Trust me on this.”

I sighed, moved forward and touched my hand to his cheek. I gently scratched the skin before reaching up to comb his soft hair. My lips moved to his, hesitantly at first but eager when I felt him kiss me back. I whined when he pulled away and he chuckled.

“S'that mean you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes.”

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motel ‘97 - 01

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 1.3K+

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I had come to terms with how shitty this job was, but hey, at least it paid the bills. Sure it’s not the best, but it sure as hell ain’t the worst. Working as a maid for a motel definitely has it cons. Huge messes and spills, only god knows what kind of stains in the sheets. People are quite messy. Not to mention this obnoxious outfit. Black collared shirt tucked into a mid thigh skirt. Doesn’t necessarily scream ‘professionalism’ but this motel is far in the outskirts of the city so it doesn’t really matter anyways. I sighed, brushing my hands off on a towel as I pushed the cart out and into the hallway. “Y/N!” A voice boomed from the end of the hallway. I turned and was met with my friend Minji who was also my roommate. She had long black hair, a few piercings and tattoos all along her arms. “I’m headed home now. I’m stopping at the convenience store on my way, do you need anything?” She asked, reaching for her keys. “Um, no I’m good thanks though! I should be home in…uh..” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. “9:23 PM” “AI should be home no later than 10. I just need to finish this hallway.” I smiled. “Alright, see ya!” She waved as she pressed the elevator button.

I wheeled the cart over to the next room and pushed open the door. It wasn’t so bad. Just a few sheets here and there and some wrappers. Only one of the beds had been used, the other one untouched. Sheets still tucked in neatly and pillows rested against the headboard.  “Thank you god..” I mumbled. I began collecting the trash and stuffing it into a bag.

I ran my hands over my arms trying to warm them in the slightest. Why was it so damn freezing in this room? I glanced over to see if they had maybe left the window open and it sure was. “Who the hell has the window open and AC running at the same time..” I thought to myself as I pushed myself up off the floor and walked over to shut the window. I ran my hands along the edge of the rim and noticed many cigarettes jammed into it. I ignored it, not bothering to clean it because no one would check anyways. I tightened the lock on the window and resumed my spot on the floor.

I reached over for the last wrapper that had fallen between the bed and the nightstand when my hand brushed against a rough material from underneath the bed. I immediately retreated my hand, surprised by the sudden sensation. I peered my head down underneath the bed and found a black duffle bag. It was unzipped, but I couldn’t exactly tell what the bag contained. I picked up the last wrapper, tossing it into the trash bag before pulling out the duffle bag. My curiosity getting the better of me. I noticed it was quite heavy as I tugged it from out underneath. It really wouldn’t budge. It was probably caught on one of the springs in the bed frame. I kept tugging at it when I came flying back, smacking my head into the bed opposite of me. The contents of the bag spilled out among the carpet and I was shocked to say the least.

Bands of money, guns, IDs,  and passports came spilling out onto the carpet. I quickly snapped out of it and tried my best to shove them back in the bag as quickly as possible. In much of a panic, I didn’t hear the door to the room open and the footsteps approaching until it was right behind me. “Ahmm.” A voice startled me. I whipped my head around and was met with a man glaring at me. He wore all black and had doe-like eyes. Although his stare looks like it could kill someone right now and I was that someone. “I…Um..” I stuttered, unaware of what to say. He looked me up and down taking in my appearance. “Stand up.” He growled, gripping my upper arms and sitting me on the bed. “Don’t try anything. Stay here till I get back.” He said, fishing his phone out of his pocket and walking out into the hallway.

“This is it.. I’m totally fucked now. I’m going to be fired for sure.” I mentally slapped myself in the face for being so stupid. I glanced occasionally between the bag and the door, the materials in the bag suddenly dawning on me. Why does he have all of this? Why are there guns?? Where did he get all of this money? If he has all this money why is he in some shitty motel? A million questions ran across my head, being abruptly cut off by the sound of the door opening. “I don’t know Taehyung. Just tell Namjoon. I’ll be there shortly.” He said frustrated, jamming his phone back into his pocket. “Look.. I’m really sorry, please don’t tell the manager. I can give you money or anything, just please. I can’t get fired right now.” I pleaded. After all you lived in a decent sized apartment. It was quite nice for the price you bought it at, but rent was a pain in the ass. Minji was super sweet and offered to pay your half of the rent occasionally, but you couldn’t let her do such a thing. On top of working to become a freelance writer for magazines, that also had it’s own set of pays and money required.

“I won’t tell the manager.” He agreed. I let out a breath of relief that was cut short as well as words left his mouth again. “But, you’re not off the hook.” He informed, moving over to sit in the desk chair diagonal to me. “See.. ah…” He paused, pointing at me, indicating he wanted my name. “Y/N.” I gulped. “See now Y/N. I can’t just let you easily walk out of this room. Not after what you’ve seen with those pretty eyes of yours.” He smirked, leaning forward resting his lower arms on his knees. “I don’t.. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I fretted. “Promises don’t mean shit in my world honey. Actions do.” He smiled. He abruptly stood up and grabbed my arm again dragging me towards the door. “Now, we are going to walk out of this motel and you aren’t going to say shit. You try to run, scream, draw any attention to us…” He seethed lowering his face to mine. “You’re going to regret it. So so so soooo much.” He taunted.

He gripped the doorknob and ushered me out into the hallway. He intertwined his hands with mine and began walking towards the elevator. “I’m so fucked. What does he mean? What does he want? Where are we going?” My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took my free hand and pulled it out of my pocket. Shielding it from whoever this guy was. It was Minji.

From Minji: ~ Hey, everything alright? You said you would be home by 10. Just checkin up.

I glanced at the time and it was 10:20PM. I mentally cursed and slowed my pace. “What?” He said, stopping in his tracks. I tried to shield my phone from him but failed miserably. “Aish.. What do we have now?” He mocked me like a child. He snatched my phone and read over the text before typing a reply and pressing send. 

To Minji: ~ Yeah I’m fine! A friend invited me out and I think I’ll just crash at their place tonight :)

He shoved my phone in his pocket and grabbed my hand again, leaving me completely helpless.


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Jeff Atkins x Reader || Friends with Benefits

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I think long and hard till this day about my decision I made 3 months ago. It was a simple yes or no question that he had asked me. Who could this possibly be ? You may wonder, it was the all too famous and every ones favourite Jeff Atkins

Jeff and I have been good friends since 7th grade, lately this year he has given me a lot more attention which I would never know why. He started teasing me and throwing harsh remarks; which people say that when guys tease you its because they have a crush on you, could this be true ? Jeff Atkins having a crush on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ? Well, could us being friends with benefits be considered that Jeff has taken a liking to me ?

It all started 3 weeks ago. Before that my life was the same old coming to school being teased by Jeff and laughed at by his gang. Jessica was a good friend of mine and always told me to never take him seriously because he had grown to be cocky. I tried to brush it off but after a while his words started to hurt more by the day. I’d hoped that life would get better and I would get stronger but I was weak, that too I didn’t want to make my problem an issue for others. I’d cry myself to sleep on certain nights to free the pain but it didn’t help either.

I was sitting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Hannah, we were just talking about arranging times to do our group assignment until we were disrupted by Jeff’s daily remarks. “Oh boys would you look at that lonely fat shit sat between Hannah and Jess. Of course she’d sit with our girls because she can’t make friends of her own. Attention seeking bitch” he spat. I looked down at my lap and dug my nails onto my arm in hopes to not think about Jeff’s words. Does he think teasing me will distract people from finding about our ‘relationship’ ?

I hadn’t realised a tear left my eye until it dropped onto my arm. I looked back up at Jeff to see his face soften when he saw mine. “Jeff why don’t you shut the fuck up and leave her alone” Hannah said. I stood up from my seat “Excuse me” I murmured loud enough for just the girls to hear me and walked right pass the group of jocks with now probably bloodshot eyes. As I pushed pass the double doors of the cafeteria and into the empty hallways I cried out harder. Every time I would wipe a tear, another had dared to fall. I couldn’t control my emotions, today Jeff had crossed the line. I made my way down the hall and into the parking lot, picking up my pace to get to my car.

Heavy footsteps were heard behind me but I hadn’t bothered to see who it was since I was more interested in leaving. I pressed the unlock button on my car key from afar, opening up the car door my hand was stopped. I looked at the face that I last wanted to see. “Leave me the fuck alone Jeff. You’re the last person that should even bother to be here right now. What did you come here for ? To hurt me with your words because it’s almost the same as hurting me with a knife” I left him speechless. He looked back at me and was at a loss for words. “I thought so. Now excuse the fat shit that is about to leave before she runs you over” I said lastly, getting into the car and speeding off home.

My parents ran their own business and since they were always so busy traveling overseas or coming home late, then their was never really time for me to have a proper conversation about what’s going on in my life.

I ran into my house and upstairs to my bedroom as I balled my eyes out. I can’t believe I fell for an asshole like him, what the hell is my problem ? I filled myself up a nice hot bath with a few beautiful scented candles and threw in a bath both to soak myself in. As I got into the bath it was as if I forgot about all my worries and pain. I went through my phone and found numerous messages from Hannah, Jessica and Jeff. I froze in the bath when I read Jeff’s message “I’ll be at your house in 10”, that message was sent 8 minutes ago. He’ll easily make his way in if I don’t allow him. I mentally slap myself as I realised I didn’t lock the door. I don’t want to deal with him ever again and right now I don’t want to see him, I’d just like some alone time.

I quickly grabbed myself a towel and wrapped it around my body. I rushed downstairs to our front door and rolled my eyes when I saw Jeff outside our front porch ready to knock on the door. I opened it before he could “Atkins go home. I don’t want to see you here again nor do I ever want to have any dealings with you. Forget about our past because it was all just a joke to you anyway.” I said. His foot held the door when I tried shutting it and comparing his strength to mine, we all knew who won this battle. He came in and locked the door behind him.

He didn’t utter a word but just took small steps toward me. “I’m sorry” was all he blurted out. “Excuse me ?” I asked in shock. This was the first time I ever heard those words come out of his mouth. I never though those words would be existent in his vocabulary as he always expects people to bow down to him well, not me. “I’m sorry” he said once and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “Apology not accepted. Now go away Jeff, you disrupted my bath” I said and turned on my heel already making my way upstairs to my bathroom. He followed close behind me “Do you not understand me when I ask you to leave ? Do I need to show you the door ?” I asked when I got into the bathroom. I let the towel drop to the floor and got into the tub.

I could feel Jeff’s stare on me, it was as if he was taking in the detail of every inch of my body. I played around with the bubbles in the tub, it was an awkward silence since Jeff was in the bathroom with me but he isn’t saying anything. “I don’t see what was the point in you coming if you aren’t going to say much. Did you expect to apologise for the first time and I’d suddenly be head over heels for you then we’d have sex ?” I asked and turned my attention to him. “Pretty much yeah” he said. He walked from leaning against the door to the edge of the tub and took a seat. “That’s not how it works for me” I rolled my eyes. “Jeff you need to understand that you’ve crossed the line. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you” I said.

”You will after we have make up sex” he smirked. “Is that the only shit running through your mind ? Our friends with benefits relationship is over. So now you’re free to go mess around with other girls or unless you were already doing that whilst we had a fling ?” I raised a brow. He’s a jock, I should have expected him to be with over 20 other girls because I mean all the girls at school are head over heels for him.”I’ll be honest and say that you’re the only girl I’m with, in secret. All the other girls I just flirt with and lead them wanting for more” I just plainly nod my head trying to show I’m uninterested.

”Would you mind leaving now ? This fat shit has to rinse off in the shower and would like to take a nap after” I said with emphasis on what he called. “Oh I don’t mind, I could stand here and watch you all day babe” he grinned. I sighed and covered myself up with hands, I hopped into the shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped foot out of the shower, Jeff wasn’t in my bathroom how did I not notice him leave but all the better for me now that I’m all alone. I wrapped the towel around my body and went to my room, I frowned to see him seated on my bed.

“I was so happy thinking you left but you just won’t leave will you ?” I asked and closed my room door behind me. “I want to make it up to you after what happened in the cafeteria so until you forgive me then I’ll leave like you said or unless you want me to stay” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“Okay, I can propose something. How about I punish you and then we can see where we go from there” I requested. “What punishment are we talking here ?” He asked eagerly. “Well, I can have my way with you, you can look at me all you want but only thing is you can’t touch” I whispered in his ear. “If it makes you forgive me then okay” he said. I grabbed the rope from my gown and thought of using that to tie his hands around the head board to keep him from touching me. “Kinky” he smirked when he saw the rope in my hand. I pushed him against the headboard and tied his hands, making sure he had no chance of touching me. He stared at me to try and catch on to what my next move was.

I hadn’t given him much time to think when I placed my lips on his cutting him off short. Our lips moved in sync, his lips were soft and might I say he was a damn good kisser. Just as I started to feel his tongue I broke the kiss and started to leave wet kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. I kissed his sweet spot and nibbled on it, making sure to leave a mark. I joined our lips again making sure he had craved for more, he moaned when he finally got his way with his tongue in my mouth. I removed my towel and sat myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer if it was possible as I yearned for his touch. I realised I was not only punishing him but myself as well because I was craving for him.

”Baby I think that’s enough punishment I need to touch you” he mumbled between kisses. I ignored what he had said and decided to tease him by rubbing myself in circular motions on his crotch. “Ugh I can’t do this anymore” He was getting annoyed by the minute. “It won’t happen again” he pleaded. I trailed my hand slowly down to my private in hopes to throw him over board by now at the sight. “Don’t you dare” he warned. “Like I’d fucking do it myself, you’re finishing this off” I said and loosened the rope. “About fucking time, you’re all mine now” he pulled me by my waist. “Wait just a second, explain why the heck you insulted me in front of everyone at school ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because I have a huge crush on you and I didn’t want people to know about my true feelings but you’re the first to know now, and I’m sorry once again.” he rushed. “Well, why didn’t you say so a long time ago you dweeb, we wouldn’t have to worry about having this conversation” “Enough about that, I’d like to finish what you started” he pointed to his pants.

Wet myself at the University!

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Hey guys! It’s me again. I’m sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let’s just get into it.

I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn’t gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn’t unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn’t be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I’d probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let’s go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I’d clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort.

Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I’m between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special.

So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I’m not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident.

I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she’s chatty. Which I don’t mind at all! She’s sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I’m also overly nervous and polite, so I won’t often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to.

She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn’t even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of “Shiiiiiiiiiit.” Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn’t do something I wouldn’t make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point.

I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven’t gotten used to the grounds yet so I can’t say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally…Muscle memory isn’t always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn’t have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren’t a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I’m posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone!

After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn’t like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn’t give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do…I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue….I couldn’t hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried.

It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University.

Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn’t show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn’t in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me.

I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn’t pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day.

Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :)

anonymous asked:

KANG DANIEL SCENARIO WHERE YOU MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HE IS LIKE SUPER FLIRTY WITH YOU OR SOMETHING LIKE VERY FLUFFY PLEASEEEE :)))))

I’ve been waiting for you

Omg just imagine Daniel as a barista I’m dead

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Genre: Fluff and it killed me

Word count: 1 575

Summary: You had school work to do….


I was probably the only one doing what the teachers wished for you to do during a study day; actually, study. School has been a pain in the ass lately which shouldn’t really be a surprise, I don’t know what else to expect when you’re in college. I may have taken a year off before sitting down at the school bench once again but now I only regret doing it, it’s like my brain forgot everything during the year I focused on myself, now I feel like a preschooler in a crowd of smart people. With a sigh, I placed my computer in my bag along with some money and economics book. I was majoring in history mostly because I didn’t know what else to chose, how are you supposed to figure out what to do with your life when you haven’t even lived through half of it. The sky was grey when I left but I paid it no attention, too tired to even think about, let alone acknowledge, the threateningly dark clouds drawing closer. The thought alone of having to spend the day studying made me extremely grumpy and the strong wind didn’t do anything to improve my mood as its harsh blows caused my hair to go ballistic. Gripping my bag tighter, I started jogging towards the small café I was headed for, imagining the sweet bitter smell of coffee and the cozy heat surrounded by dark green walls made my heart ache. A tip, never think of warm places when you’re in a cold one.

Ten minutes later I was greeted by the warmth I so much craved, the bitter smell hit me in the face and I let go a sigh of relief. For a moment I just stood there in the doorframe, the heat in my face a loving contrast to the cruel cold my back was enduring. Once I felt like I’d been standing there too long to be acceptable I closed the door behind me and walked towards the counter, my eyes glued to the menu on the wall behind it, scanning the drinks available. Finally deciding, I turned my attention to the barista working and my mouth went completely dry. He was leaning on the counter, his curious and slightly playful gaze fixated on me. How someone can look so good while doing literally nothing is beyond me. His hair was a nice light brown, his monolid eyes so teasing in some kind of way, shoulders very broad and lips extremely kissable. Wait, what….!? I pulled myself together and, hopefully without any drool on my face, approached him with a smile on my face.

“What did I ever do to have such a beautiful lady walk in during my shift?” his comment made me blush in an instant and I seemed to have lost my ability to speak. This caused him to smirk slightly. “What can I get you today?” Slapping myself mentally I told him what I wanted.

“Just a latte please.”

“A latte for the cute history major coming right up.” and then he was on his way to the back, fixing my drink. How he knew what I majored in, I didn’t know but he did seem familiar, I guess he maybe attended the same college as me which wouldn’t surprise me, most people here did. I took my time to admire his frame as he finished up my drink; he was tall, that’s for sure, and he had one nice butt.

“Like what you see?” my gaze shifted from his behind to the back of his head. He must have felt my looks and I instantly looked down on the credit card I was occupying my fingers with. I didn’t have to look up to know he was coming back, the sound of his steps gave him away. He placed my drink before me and pushed in the total in the card reader before turning it to me.

“Did it hurt, by the way?”

“Did what hurt?” I still didn’t look at him.

“When you fell from heaven.” my head snapped up to his and he was smirking, obviously satisfied with his pick up line.

“I crawled up from hell.” I tried saying it with a poker face but that quickly went out the window when he burst out laughing. I started giggling at his reaction as he tried catching his breath. He looked up at me, still laughing, his whole face scrunched up as he laughed, it was adorable.

“You’re good,” he said approvingly while pointing at me. I took a bow at the same time as I grabbed my drink and made my way to a table. Before I looked away from him he threw a wink at me which resulted in me sitting down with a red face.

The café was almost empty, aside from me there were only two other students who needed to spend the day like me. Paying them no attention i started my computer, sipping my coffee while waiting for it to wake up. I snuck a glance at the barista only to see him looking at me already. I raised an eyebrow, got one in return and started giggling. If we keep this up I won’t get anything finished today. Logging into my computer, I decided to actually focus on the task at hand.

Two hours later I had finished the coffee but I was nowhere finished with the essay. I groaned as I leaned back, pulling at my roots. I hated economics but it was good to know, even though I don’t want to admit it. All of a sudden, the barista appeared and placed a sandwich in front of me. Then he took a seat.

“You’ve been at this for hours, you need to eat.” I eyed the sandwich suspiciously.

“You didn’t do anything to it, right?”

“Except fill it with love, no.” that brought a smile to my face and I rolled my eyes. He really is something. “You seem to be having trouble.”

“A bit.”

“I could help if you want.

“No it’s okay, I got it under control.” he scooted his chair closer to me and soon I felt his lips on my ear.

“But if I help it would be so much more fun.” His voice was husky, it gave me goosebumps. “Your hair smells nice.” He said and pulled away, a cute smile on his face. How does he do that? How does he go from flirty to cute puppy in a couple of seconds?

“Fine, you can help.” He smiled even bigger and leaned closer in order to see the screen better. Our thighs were touching, sending tingles up my leg. I tried shaking it off but to no avail, this guy had too much of an effect on me for me to like it. So I shifted my leg away a bit, breaking the contact with his thigh. Then we started working and after another 30 minutes of accidental touches and awkward glances, I realized that my work was going nowhere. Could be because he stopped helping 15 minutes ago and was just staring at me at the moment.

“I thought you were going to help,” I said and turned to him, meeting his strong gaze.

“Your beauty is too distracting.” I looked away, my cheeks red, and he hooked his finger under my chin and turned my head back to look at him. “You don’t recognize me do you?” he did look familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I shook my head. “Hint; I had pink hair a while ago.” My eyes widened as I realized where I’d seen him before.

“You’re that English major! Daniel, right?” he chuckled at me and nodded. “How come you’re working? I thought your family was rich.”

“Wanted to earn my own money and also, while working here I get to meet cute girls.”

“Oh so you’ve done this before,” I said teasingly but he kept his serious gaze.

“No, I’ve been waiting for you.” I looked at him, waiting for an explanation to his statement, without getting one. “You’re not getting anywhere with that essay, are you?”

“No, someone has been very distracting.” he just laughed at that. “I should go though, I’ve been here for a long time now.” His face fell, he didn’t want me to leave, but he isn’t the only distracting one, I think I’m distracting him from doing his job too. So I stood up and put my stuff together. “I guess I’ll see you around.” He nodded, still a little sad that I was leaving. I started heading for the door.

“Wait!” his voice made me turn around to see him crouch down behind the counter and pull out an umbrella. That’s when I noticed it was pouring outside.

“Wouldn’t you get wet, princess.” I blushed at his nickname but accepted the umbrella anyway, except he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled at the umbrella, causing me to stumble into him. He caught me easily, wrapping his arms around my waist. Looking deeply into my eyes, he brushed a stray hair out of my eyes and pressed a kiss to my forehead, leaving me stunned. He smiled at my reactions and let me go.

“Now I know you’ll return to be to give that back.” that was the last thing I heard before exiting into the rain.

You Belong With Me (Part 2)

AN: So I got almost 20 requests for me to do a part 2 of this so here it is lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Peter’s POV

“Have fun.” Y/N said. I smiled down at her. Her hand came up and pushed my hair away from my eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and place a gentle kiss on my cheek. My eyes went wide and I felt my face heat up. “Text me when you’re on your way back.” I barely heard her speak due to my head feeling like it was spinning.

“S-Sure. I’ll see you later, Y/N.“ I stuttered and scrambled out of the door. Heart racing, I leaned against the wall to calm myself. Get it together, Parker. I thought to myself.

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Originally posted by vaniwin

Roman Reigns One Shot - First Impressions

  • Based on this prompt: “You can touch me but I know you won’t.” @moxxetti

I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had begged. She knew a few of the wrestlers and had scored ringside seats but the only problem was that I knew nothing about wrestling or the WWE, nor did I care to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me through the next three hours.

“It’s a house show, they’re always so much better than the live tapings – no script, no PG rating to worry about. Just a bunch of people out there having fun and entertaining us.” Lila shouted over to me as a blast of music and pyro went off.

“What the fuck is a ‘house show’?” I shouted back.

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Just a Girl-Part One

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: Klaus is the original hybrid and (Y/N) is a normal human being. He’ll do anything for power and she’ll do anything to save the man and city she loves.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader 

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Requested: Nope, just a trial run. But hope to do more on this blog.

Part Two

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Next Up: Love Triangle- Part Two

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Forelsket. *Shawn Mendes*

Teacher!Shawn Mendes

Forelsket: (Norwegian)

-That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

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