miss him like crazy

The Five Times Bucky Picks You

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D 

Originally posted by duckybarness

The first time Bucky picks you, you’re sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.

Being in honors classes, you’re pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.

There’s a knock to your door and your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.

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170525 BTS FC UPDATE (JH)

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Since I posted anything~~~
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anonymous asked:

How do i let him go ?

At first, you don’t.
You’ll hold on to everything that reminds you of him.
You’ll sleep in the shirt he left at your house just to torture yourself even more.
You’ll check his social media 200 times a day just to see if he’s already met someone else.
You’ll suffer. Alot.

And one day, you’ll find yourself sitting infront of your best friend, drinking hot chocolate and it won’t remind you of that one cold winter day when you and him sat on the floor wrapped in blankets.
You won’t be ready to start over with someone else yet, but you’re getting there. You’ll feel it.

You’ll miss him like crazy, but everyday it gets easier to live without him.

So, I think we never really let them go, we just learn how to let go of the heartbreak.
At some point we just find peace. And in that moment it won’t hurt anymore.

Dinner Party

Summary: After Bucky returns home from a mission all you want to do is stay in bed (naked) all day with him. But you two have to go to a friend’s birthday to make things fun he proposes a little game.

Paring: Bucky x Reader.

Words: 2575

Warnings:  There is a lot in fuffly in this, but also SMUT and loats of teasing.

This is a one-shot

Thank you to @drinkfantasy, for being my beta you are the best.

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the back.

You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making him moan at your gentle actions.

“Are you sure you want to come along? You can stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.

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the best part about this entire thing is that it took me seeing this and only this and it inspired 6k+ worth of smut, fluff, and drunk!harry being cute. so it’s really cute, then filthy, and then cute again, and then filthy one last time so it has BALANCE. also based on this blurb i posted yesterday! enjoy <3

“Think it’ll be the best night f’my life f’you go an’ catch that bouquet,” he says in answer to your earlier question, and your eyes go wide and you shake your head almost instantly. “Absolutely not – have you ever been part of a bouquet toss? Those women will claw me t’the death tryin’ t’get it,” you reason, and he pouts.

“Please, baby – promise I’ll kiss it better,” he says, and you almost give in because he’s properly pouting like a child right now, but you look over to where all the bachelorettes have gathered, and you scrunch your nose. “Y’can buy me a bouquet f’roses and throw ‘em at me, ‘f that’s really what you want t’see happenin’,” you offer, and Harry literally whines. “Baby–” he starts, and you cut him off, “No.”

“Princess–”

“No.”

“Sweetheart–”

“No.”

It goes on like that until the final call for the girls to gather and Harry shrugs. “Fine then. I guess I’ll go,” he says, and you give him a look of confusion, your eyebrows knitted together, until you realize he means he’s joining the bouquet toss.

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Harry and Y/N go to a wedding in Hawaii and he joins in on the bouquet toss when you refuse

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You think you get over it,” she said,
“And I guess in a sense, you do.. You don’t cry yourself to sleep anymore. You’ve actually began to eat all of your dinner without feeling sick. You’re waking up without his name in your mind, you’re not starting your days off missing him anymore. You get over it, but you never get over him. It’s crazy, how you can miss someone like that, how you can go weeks, even months without thinking of their name - but the littlest thing such as a scent similar to theirs can make you feel like you’re losing them all over again.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

I know oblivious Harry’s funny but supportive Harry’s so cute like

Oliver: “Oh yeah me and Marcus are dating”
Harry: “That’s cool. Makes sense why you two are so competitive”

Seamus: “Me and Dean are together”
Harry: “You two have always been close. Damn you must’ve missed him like crazy when he was on the run”

Katie: “So Alicia and I are together”
Harry: “That’s great! You do play really well together”

Min Yoongi

REQUEST: **So like can I please get a smutty smut smut scenario of s/o skyping with Yoongi (cos he’s overseas) and he tells s/o how or what to do while using a dildo in the shape and mold of Yoongi’s dick…..hope that makes sense. Sorry if it doesnt. :(

Type: Smut

Word Count: 1553

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*


It was late, almost too late when you received a text from him. It made you smile softly to see his name on your phone. He had been gone for four weeks now and you missed him like crazy. You’d find yourself stopping anything you were doing just to see him on your screen. Even when it was late.

You up?

yeah I’m still awake

i miss you so much.

i miss you more, yoongi.

I know its late, but can we talk?

i really want to see you

of course, I’m ready when you are.

You flicked the light on and opened your computer, your Skype already up from the last time you talked to Yoongi. It didn’t take long for the familiar ringing sound to fill your room. You excitedly bit your lip as you answered and held  your breath, it always seemed to take years to connect, but when it did you smiled. He was laid in bed, his cheek pressed to his pillow and a sad look on his face that immediately changed when your face appeared on his screen. You looked at him for a minute and remembered the last time you saw him.

There was twenty minutes till he had to leave, but the way his arms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly  and had been for the past hour. You couldn’t help the silent tears that ran down your face. You didnt know why you were crying, you were so proud of him and so excited for his upcoming tour. You’d miss him, sure, but you supported him with his work more than you have ever supported anything else.

He held you tightly, kisses placed gently on your temple. You chuckled remember something and sat up, causing his arms to fall around your waist.

‘I got something in the mail the other day.’ You said, wiping your tears as you smiled. He rose an eyebrow showing he was listning and you shifted to look at him better. You got up tapping his knee before chuckling though a soft sniffle and stood up, walking to your room.

'So remember the other week when I asked you to… you know?’ You said getting shy, circling your hand around your lower half. He nodded amused. 'Well, this is why.’ You said opening the shoe like box and pulled out a flesh colored dildo, your cheeks instantly turning red.

'Is that mine?’ He said pointing at it, smiling for the first time all day.

You bit your lip and nodded, smiling at the sight of him laughing. You squealed as he stood, pulling you into his chest as he kissed you.

'I would ask you if you were going to think of me when you use it but.’ He laughed taking it out of your hand and wiggling it in your face.

'Could I have the real thing before you leave?’ You said making him bite his lip before kissing you roughly.

“What time is it there?” His voice brought you back.

“Almost 2am” You said watching as he rolled onto his back.

“You need to stop staying up so late.” He smiled sadly.

“If it means I get to see you I can live with it.” You said smiling softly.

“Well I wish I was there. I miss holding you.” He said, chuckling lightly afterwards. “Ive started sleeping like Tae, where I hold onto a pillow its embarrassing.”

“You’re so cute.” You said biting your lip as he giggled again.

“God, I always forget how pretty you are little one.” He said licking his bottom lips slowly. “Id give anything to be there with you.”

“I know, I miss you so much. Its driving me crazy not to have you here.” You said biting your lip. Just the sight of him always made your core heat.

“Even with your toy?” He teased.

“Especially with my toy. Its not the same.” You said. “ I mean it feels like you, but it doesn’t have your warmth… or your voice.” You said, your cheeks turning red.

“You miss my voice? You hear me every day.” He chuckled.

“You know what I mean.” You said, your eyes watching his lips now.

“I wish I was there… The things Id do to you if I was.”

“You can’t talk like that.” You said with a light laugh.

“Why not? I thought you missed my voice.”

“I do. But you talk like that and theres no way I’m going to be able to keep up with the conversation.” You all but whispered.

“You’re naughty.” He said smirking, the same smirk he got before the two of you ever fooled around. “What would you do if I told you I missed the way you tasted?”

“Yoongi…” You said, your knees pressing together now. He raised an eyebrow waiting for you to answer him. “I would tell you that I missed the way your tongue feels.” You bit your lip, your thighs pressing even tighter together.

“You’re squirming.” he said, his eyes growing dark.

“I miss you.”

“Touch yourself.” He commanded.

“What?”

“Please. I need to see you, Im going crazy.” He said shifting himself again.

You bit your lip and rolled to your back to remove your shorts. Looking at him you smiled before letting your fingers find your sopping folds.

“How wet are you?” He asked darkly.

You smiled and stroked yourself, wetting your fingers with your own natural lubricant. You got enough on your hands that when you lifted them up for him to see and spread your fingers he could see the webbing caused by your wet. He groaned deeply from his chest as he watched you bring your fingers to your lips to lick the mess off your hands.

“God, y/n.” He said shifting again. “Im hard.”

“Show me.” You said in a breathy voice, still stroking yourself. Without hesitation he flipped the camera on his phone so you could see him palming his erection though his sweatpants. You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips as he dipped his hand under the band of his pants.

“Look at what you do to me.” he said releasing himself from his pants.

“Its the same thing you do to me.” You whispered, your fingers  starting to circle your clit as the sight of him made you pool even more.

“I want to see you.” He said, getting tired of only being able to see your face softning as you pleasured yourself. You pushed your computer back before taking of the shirt you had stolen from him to expose your now naked body. You looked at him to she he had propped his phone up so you could see him stroking himself.

“I need you so bad Yoongi.” You whined as your circling became faster.

“Baby I’d give anything to have you wrapped around me.” He said, matching your pace.

Your eyes that had closed snapped open and you smiled looking back at him. Removing your hand you lent over your computer and opened you bed side table.

“Picture this is you.” You said waving the mold of him in front of the camera, his face lighting up.

You place it on your stomach and rubbed on your clit a few more times, trying to get yourself as wet as possible.

“Put it in baby.” He said in a demanding tone.

You took the tip and placed it on your tongue and let it slide down your throat, wetting it with your own saliva. He groaned loudly seeing the mold make your throat buldge slightly. Bringing it down to your core you circled it around your clit a few times before slowly sliding it in with a light moan. He grunted again at the sight of you tilting your head back and quickened his pace. You matched his speed while trying to keep your eyes open to see the way his face contorted.

“Yoongi…” You moaned.

“God, baby.” He grunted, his pace moving even faster.

Once again you matched it and added your other hand to circle your clit again. You looked at the ceiling before closing your eyes, your breaths becoming short and forced as the tension in your stomach built. You called his name again and was welcomed with the sound of his heavy breathing. The breathing that you longed so much to hear.

“Yoongi Im… I need to…”

“Cum for me baby.” He said pumping himself even harder.

Your back arched and the pumping coming from the toy staggered in the way he did when he was about to come sending you over the edge.

“Oh, Ugh!” You moaned your body twitching sweetly as you unraveled around yourself.

“Fuck!” Yoongi said causing your head to turn, still pumping yourself softly, just in time to see his  load release all over his hands.

“Fuck.” He said again with a shaky laugh as his eyes closed.

“Im buying a plane ticket.” You said, still breathless.

“What?” He said looking over to you.

“Im buying a plane ticket for your next show. I need you even more now.” You said making him chuckle.

anonymous asked:

can you do bucky coming home from a really long mission and just being really touchy and snuggly towards the reader??

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, determined to stay awake to see your husband coming home. He’d been away on a mission with practically no contact for the last two months, and you’d missed him like crazy.

You were checking the time on your phone for the hundredth time when you finally heard a key in the door of your apartment. Scrambling to your feet, you reached the hallway as your husband appeared in the doorway.

“You’re home,” you whispered, your voice muffled as you wrapped your arms around him tightly and buried your face in his chest. He held you as if he was scared of letting you go ever again, and hid his face in your hair.

“Yeah I’m home,” Bucky mumbled, rocking you slowly from side to side. “I’m here, sweetheart.”

You let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob, as all the worries and fears you’d felt over the last two months were replaced by the overwhelming relief that Bucky was home and safe.

Bucky slid his backpack off his shoulders quickly, and scooped you into his arms. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as he carried you carefully over to the sofa, sitting down with you still in his arms.

“I missed you so much,” he told you, pressing kisses all over your face to make you smile. “So damn much.”

You cupped his cheek, rough with stubble, and pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss. Bucky’s lips moved against yours almost hesitantly, as if he expected you to disappear. His fingers traced indecipherable patterns on your hips as you pulled away reluctantly for breath, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, running a hand through his beautiful dark hair. He smiled, stealing another kiss from you.

“I love you too.”

Rose Thorns {BBH}

Description: You still loved him, even with the scars he left on your skin with his thorns.

Genre: Angst / Smut

Word Count: 5,107

Warning: Smut, mentions of death

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Junmyeon/mentions of Jongdae and Chanyeol)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

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Originally posted by baeksilisk

You remembered the day you met him like it was yesterday. You had just happened to be so lucky as to find yourself in the same coffee shop. It was cliche, really, what happened between the two of you. Fortunately, he almost spilled his coffee on your shirt and you avoided it.

You still caught his attention.

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The Blood on His Hands - Stiles Stilinski (smut!)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

summary: after being theo’s hostage, you were already in for a rough night.  but things get rougher when stiles finds you
warnings: smuttt
word count: 7910
a/n:
this is my first smut so… pls give feedback idec if it’s bad feedback just tell me how i did

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My eyes closed tightly before fluttering open, and they hurt for a reason that I didn’t know yet.  I tried to rub hem, but my hands wouldn’t move.  I tried again, trying to shake my hands awake but they didn’t move at all.

“W-what?” I heard a chuckle, and turned my head to the sound.  “Hello? Hello is someone there?” I called.  “Please help I can’t move” I begged.  Someone stepped forward, and I narrowed my eyes to try and see them in the dim light.  “Hello? Can you tell me where I am?” I asked.  The person laughed darkly again.

“Oh, lovely y/n” I moved my head up, finding that I wasn’t tied down like I’d previously thought I was.  “You’re here with me” The silhouette of a person crouched in front of me, and I squinted to see who they were.

“Th-Theo?” I stammered.  “What’re you… what’re you doing?” I looked around wildly, finding that I was lying on a concrete, slightly wet ground.  Again he laughed, running a hand of my hair.  If I could move my hand, I’d smack his away.  And I tried, I did, but I couldn’t.  I kept on trying, kept on struggling with my own body to move but I just couldn’t.  I was trapped, and nothing was holding me down.

“There’s something about you being down there, your forehead stick your hair matted, that just makes you so much more beautiful” Theo said, and my body shuddered.  But at least it was movement.

“Theo what the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking.  “Why am I here what are you doing?” I asked, completely confused as to why he would… kidnap me? Was I being kidnapped right now?  Why would he even want to take me, I barely knew him.  I don’t think I’d ever spoken to him before.

“I’m trying to lure your alpha here, love” He said, and my brows crinkled.

“My what?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.  What does that even mean?  “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I whimpered out.

“Oh, sweet, naive, y/n” He gritted out, and grabbed my arms.  I let out a yelp as he lifted me up and threw me down onto a chair.  Again I began to desperately try thrash and try to fight him back but my limbs wouldn’t do anything my brain told me to do.  “That kanima venom is going to wear of any minute now, so we gotta keep you in place” He said.  I shook my head.

“Please, please just let me go no one’s coming, no one knows”

“Oh I doubt that, love” He chuckled.

“Nobody knows I’m here” I cried, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“I’m sure your little guard dog does” Theo smirked, and again I shook my head, brows furrowing.  What was he talking about? Where was he going with this?

“Stiles?” I mumbled, but less as a question and more of a statement.

Suddenly I missed him like crazy.  And I’d seen him just a few hours ago at school.  But at the moment all I wanted was Stiles.  To run in here and pick me up and tell me it’s all going to be okay, and then to prove it and take me home.

“Yeah, you think he’s not already on his way in that shitty car-”

“It’s a jeep you dumbass” I muttered, but Theo didn’t say or do anything.

“He’s probably outside, trying to psych himself up with that stupid bat of his” I whined but he didn’t care.  “He’s gonna run in here… probably yelling for me to give you back…” He smirked, circling around my chair.

“Theo Stiles isn’t coming there’s no reason for him to-”

“Do you know nothing!?” He practically roared, baring large fangs and glowing yellow eyes.  I didn’t say anything, the only sound I could here was my heavy breathing and a slight growl coming from Theo.  “You don’t… do you?” He smirked again, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“W-what?” I cried slightly, more hot tears spilling over onto my cheeks.  

“Tell me y/n, do you know why my eyes are such a pretty yellow?” He asked.  I was about to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.  “Or why, I have these?” he asked, and trailed something sharp down the side of my face.  I winced when he cut the skin.  I looked down to see claws at the end of his fingertips.  I shivered, and couldn’t get myself to stop.  My hands were still paralyzed.  “You really don’t” He began chuckling again.  “They never told you? Your best friends…”

“What? What are you going on about?” I sighed, unable to keep up my struggle.

“Werewolves, love” He whispered, leaning so close to my ear my body would have squirmed if it wasn’t a useless sack of bones.  “Your friend McCall? Alpha of three years.  Malia? Born werecoyote.  Lydia? Banshee.  They haven’t told you any of this?” I sucked in sharp breath.

“N-no” I stuttered, shaking my head ludicrously.  They never told me… was it even true? I looked at Theo and saw my answer instantly.

It was.  Theo was clearly… something unhuman.

Why wouldn’t they tell me? I could’ve protected myself, they’re my best friends….

“Is Stiles…?” I trailed off, figuring Theo would figure out what I meant.

“A werewolf?” Theo asked, stepping back now.  “A banshee? A… a coyote?” He laughed.  “Is he anything other than the useless, pathetic, scrawny, weak little human-”

“Well that’s hurtful” My ears perked at the familiar voice, my eyes jolting to the dark, where I watched Stiles and Scott coming into the building.  I closed my eyes, thanking them silently for showing up.  “And to think, I always say such nice things about you” The pale boy shook his head and tisked.

“Fucking Stilinski” Theo growled, pushing me before stomping over to him.  I let out a slight scream as the chair tipped backwards, and my head smashed on the ground.

“y/n!” Stiles yelled, and I heard a loud bang that echoed more than my skull on the cement.  I closed my eyes and try not to cry anymore, but now all I could feel was pain.

“S-Sti-” I couldn’t even finish his name, the blood in my mouth made me wish it was paralyzed like the rest of my body.  I tried to use my ears to figure out what was going on, but all I could hear was grunting and growling and… ripping? A lot of stomping around and running.  I squeezed my eyes tight and wished I could just pass out, maybe even die.

Dying’s gotta hurt less than this.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled, and I could only assume it was him who was running so fast.  Next thing I knew there were hands on my face, shaking slightly until my eyes opened  and I saw Stiles.  I breathed out heavily with relief as he began to feel me down for anything out of the ordinary.  The worst part was I couldn’t feel his hands anywhere but on my face.  I couldn’t speak, just cry even though I was trying my hardest not to.  “Hey, hey it’s okay you’re gonna be okay”

A deafening roar of pain echoed throughout the entire building, seemingly Theo’s.

But Stiles didn’t even look away from me.  “You’re gonna be okay” He said again, rubbing my arms lightly before yanking on the duct tape so it’d free me from the chair.  When it was ripped off i fell limp onto the ground.  “You alright? Come on” Stiles stood from his crouched position, attempting to casually pull me with him but my body wouldn’t budge.  He stared back down at me with instant horror.

“I can’t move” I whimpered.  “I can’t move Stiles” He stared at me, hands stroking over my face quickly.

“It’s okay, like I said you’re gonna be fine- Scott!” I winced when he screamed suddenly.  “She’s got kanima venom in her!” I didn’t even bother to ask what that was, I just figured it had to do with my sudden limp body.

“Shit” I heard Scott growl.  Next thing I know a body was flying in the air.  When I craned my neck to look, Theo smashed into the wall, and fell to the ground.  I whimpered in fear that he’d come after me, seeing that he was just a few feet away.  But his body wasn’t moving, much like mine.

“Oh my god is he dead-”

“He’ll be fine” Stiles said, before pulling me in his arms and lifting me up bridal style.  “Now we have better places to be- before he wakes up that is” I didn’t say anything, just closed my eyes as he began to run over to Scott.

“Is she awake?” I heard Scott asked, and opened them again to show him I was.  He sighed, and quickly walked over to us with his arms out, ready to take me, but Stiles held me tighter.

“I’ll take her it’s fine” Stiles said, already walking away.  Scott followed closely, taking my arms and wrapping them around Stiles’ neck, though they just fell loosely against his chest.

“We have a lot lot talk about” Scott muttered.  I stayed silent as I was carried out to where the jeep was parked.  I let out a sigh and looked up at the sky, counting the stars in my head until I got bored, then looking to Stiles.

Did they ever plan on telling me? Why wouldn’t they? In fear of me telling someone else? Apparently all my friends knew, but me.  What kind of cruel joke… keeping secrets like that… I wonder how often their lives are put in danger.  And why did Theo take me?

I realized I must’ve been staring too long, because I’d accidentally memorized all the freckles and moles scattered across his cheeks jaw and neck.  And also he was staring right back at me.

“I’m sorry” He said quietly, the most minimal murmur.  I didn’t say anything, or change my bored and pained expression.  Just closed my eyes, and rolled my head on his arm, resting it against his chest.  It wasn’t a conversation I felt like having, or was appropriate for the moment.

Besides, I’d probably start pacing.  And I need the use of my legs to do that.

When we got to the Jeep, Scott took the keys out of Stiles’ pocket, and opened the back door before he got in the front.  Stiles sat me up on the seat, holding me as he crawled in as well.  I let him lift me in his arms, awkwardly maneuvering my body into his lap as he sat.  As soon as he closed the door Scott began driving.

“You comfortable enough?” Stiles asked, adjusting my legs and arms.

“I can only feel my face and neck, so, I guess I’m fine” He nodded, and rose a hand, one of my arms falling from where it was placed on my stomach.  I giggled just a little bit as he lifted the hand that had hit the floor of the jeep.  “Thanks” I mumbled as he played with the unmoving fingers, before loosely intertwining our fingers.  I watched before he reached out the other hand and brushed back my hair.  He half smiled, eyes trained on his own hand as he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear.  I smiled softly, staring downwards as not to meet his gaze.

When I closed my eyes and he pulled my head against his chest, I fell asleep.


“…venom probably gone… we’ll see… walking will be fine”

“Better be… beat your furry ass…wasn’t supposed to get hurt”

I blinked my eyes open, struggling to gain consciousness as I heard Stiles’ voice.  I moved to the side and groaned loudly, barely seeing Stiles rush over to me.

“Hey, hey y/n you’re awake- and-and moving” I nodded, wincing as he kneeled down next to me.

A bed, I’m lying on a bed.  Blue blankets with Star Wars sheets… it’s Stiles’ room.  I’m at the Stilinski house.

“…hurts” I whine, and feet shuffle.  I glance over to see Scott rushing out of the room, and hear him going downstairs.

“Should be getting you some frozen bags and such… t-to relieve the pain” I nodded as he rubbed a hand up and down my arm.

I could feel it, I could feel the warmth of his palm and the roughness on the pads of his fingers.  I could feel the cuts and bruises too, but I was focusing on feeling Stiles.

“I-I feel it.. Your hand” Tears welled in my eyes as a small gasp left my throat.  Stiles smiled at you, continuing his hand movement on my arm.  “Lay down with me?” I asked.  Stiles stilled, but nodded his head quickly.  Before I could scoot back to make room for him, he’d already crawled over me, and laid on the other side.  I rolled over, my hands shaking as I moved them up, in front of my face.  A watery smile broke onto my lips as I planted them firmly against Stiles’ chest.

“How much do you hurt?” I didn’t roll back over when Scott came into the room, just let him put a cold pack against my head and what I assumed was a bag of frozen peas against my back.

“On a scale of one to ten?” I asked him, and he walked to the other side of the bed, standing behind Stiles.  Scott nodded.  “Definitely around an eleven that’s for sure” I groaned out.

“Well, I applaud you for your honesty” Scott said with a small smile.  I pulled back from Stiles and stared up at him.

“Honesty” I asked, raising a brow as I scooted out of the bed, and forced myself to stand on wobbly legs.

“y/n” Stiles sat up instantly, cautiously putting his hands out in front of him, palms towards me.

“No, you both- you both lied to me!” I yelled now, throwing my fists to my sides.  All my muscles were tense, making them ache again but I didn’t care.  I was far to angry.

“y/n we were trying to protect you” Scott said.  I narrowed my eyes at him.

“For three years, you’ve been like this, known this” I muttered.  “I’ve been your best friend, for twelve years”

“y/n-” I glared at Stiles.

“And Allison?” I asked, glancing between who I thought were my two best friends.  “Is she gone because of this?” I asked in a quieter tone.  As soon as I’d said it I wondered if I even wanted to know.

“We… there was nothing we could do..” Scott said, and I choked, covering my mouth to hide the sobs I was making.

“I can’t believe this I can’t believe…. You lied about her death!?” Hot tears streamed down my red cheeks.  “I can’t fucking believe you what is wrong with you!?”

“y/n please” Stiles got off the bed, reaching his arms out to me.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shuffled away from Stiles so fast I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground on my butt.  Again he reached out to help me but I pushed away from him.

“You were never supposed to get hurt-”

“But I did” I said in monotone.  “I did, and I was helpless, and defenseless against it.  Because you didn’t tell me” Stiles froze as I stood up.  “Tonight was your fault” I said, staring dead eyed at Scott.  Then I looked to Stiles, tears falling again.  He looked at me with a sad expression, but I didn’t do anything to reach out to him.  “I thought you were more to me that that” I mumbled to him.  His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything.  I shook my head with a long sigh, and turned.  Leaving his room.

Every step I took down the stairs was too fast, making pain shoot up the heel of my foot through my legs.  It made me cry more but I was done trying to stop myself from it.  How much didn’t I know?

“y/n- y/n don’t leave” Stiles quickly followed after me but I was already at the door.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to talk to you Stiles”

I’d never been so rude to him, it was completely foreign but I didn’t regret it.  He was a liar, and maybe worse.  I wouldn’t know.  I don’t know anything, clearly.

“But y/n I want you to know everything I did, and said, was to protect you-”

“Yeah?” I spun around angrily as I’d stepped outside.  Stiles followed me out the door.  He froze in his tracks, seemingly surprised by my action.  “Would you have ever told me?”

“S-sure probably-” I scoffed and he stopped talking.  Which was probably smart on his part.  I doubt he’d say anything that I’d need to hear.

“I could’ve died tonight, and probably a lot of other nights too” I said.  “And it would’ve been on you” I jabbed a finger at his chest.

“No I’d never let you-”

“Get hurt” I finished with a roll of my eyes.  “Clearly” I muttered, gesturing angrily at the bruises and scars on my body.  Stiles closed his mouth and I could see tears in his eyes.

“Just please don’t leave, y/n” I shook my head, already stepping away from him.  “P-please don’t leave me” I shook my head, avoiding looking anywhere near him and I scoffed.  “I love you” He said, catching me off guard as I stared at him now, expressionless.  “I’m in love with you, y/n” He said, and I could see his tears falling now, even in the dark.  I stayed silent.  He looked at me helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling.  When I opened my mouth, thunder clapped, making me jump slightly in surprise, but I continued my stare at him.

“You don’t love me” I told him, stepping backwards just slightly.  “You wouldn’t lie to me if you did”

“I did it to protect-”

“Don’t even finish that” I said, my voice failing as it cracked.  “I’m going home before it starts to rain” I decided, turning around to walk away from the Stilinski household.  I got to the end of the drive before I began crying again, quickening my pace as I went to my house.

This hurt more than my legs, my arms, the cuts on my face.

I loved him too.


When I’d gotten home, I’d already been stuck in the dumping rain for ten minutes of my walk.  At first I’d tried to run but I grew tired and careless.  So I dragged my feet the rest of the way along the sidewalk.

To think less than an hour ago I was curled up against Stiles’ warm body in bed.

At least the storm had passed now, so I could sit on my roof outside my window, and watch the stars.  I’m not sure what time it was when I came out, or how much time had passed, but it was still dark.  I just laid on my back in my bare feet and worn and bloody clothes, staring up at the inky night sky.  I was relaxed, the questions and angry thoughts that was once rushing through my mind had calmed, and now I was at peace.

I was in my place.  No anger, just relaxation.  Though my sense of safety has wavered in the past few hours.  I had actually texted with Lydia a bit, mostly just letting her know that I knew about the supernatural now, and if she had anything crazy to tell me that I’m all ears.  I basically got her origin story that didn’t hurt my feelings as much as Scott and Stiles had.

She told me about Allison, how everyone did everything they could but there was no way to reverse the events of her tragic and early death.  We proceeded to talk about how much we missed her, and what stayed on my mind for a while was how Stiles was possessed.

My best friend, and the boy I’d fallen in love with, was possessed by an evil spirit, and he’d carried around the weight of Alli’s passing… and I never knew.  I mean around the time of her death I do remember him being mopey, but when I’d confronted him about it, he’d told me it was around the time of his mother’s passing, and his father’s job was at stake because of Scott’s dad.

Maybe I was the shit friend for not noticing sooner.

I groaned, realizing I’d turned my happy place into a bubble of questions and anxiety.  Suddenly I missed everyone, I missed Allison, who I’d gone a few months without depressingly mourning over her.  I missed my parents, who’ve been on a business trip for an extra two weeks… real dicks but I missed the regularity of them being at home.  I missed Stiles.  I missed everything about him, from the feeling of his arms around me to his smell of mint and pine and coffee.

I sighed, sitting up and pulling my knees towards my chest.  I put my face in my hands, shaking my head at myself.

“Congratulations y/n” I muttered, looking up at the sky and finding the moon in a thin crescent shape tonight.  “You’ve fucked yourself over”

With that, I laid back on the roof and closed my eyes, folding my arms over my had and curling my legs on their side.


“I know the roof is your special place, but I’m not so sure it’ll be so special when you get kidnapped for the second time in one night” I yawned as my eyes fluttered open upon hearing the voice, then proceeded to roll over to see who was leaning out my window.  Sure enough, there was Stiles, the upper half of his body leaning out the windowsill, his forearms resting on it.

Despite myself, I smiled at him, a gentle and small smile, but a smile.

“That’d be pretty sad” I said, pushing myself to sit up right.  Stiles crawled out the window, and carefully scooted his way down.

“How long have you been sleeping up here?” Stiles asked as he settled next to me.  “All kidding aside it’s not that safe”

“I know” I sighed, running my hands through my hair to comb out the mess of tangles.  “I didn’t really mean to fall asleep I was just trying to be relaxed” Stiles nodded, pulling up his knees and hooking his arms around them.

“I know you don’t want to hear it again…” Stiles let out a small breath, and you looked over at him patiently.  “Everything I did…. Everything I… I didn’t say… it was to keep you safe” He looked over at me too, looking surprised that I was already watching him.  I didn’t say anything, just offered him a soft smile.  “I swear, there were some days where I just wanted to sit you down and tell you the shit… especially Allison, God I fought myself for a long time on that I wanted to tell you I did but I thought… I thought you’d hate me cause I…” Stiles licked his lips, and looked away from me, then hung his head in his hands.  “It’s my fault she’s not here anymore” I shook my head, though he couldn’t see me.


“Mieczyslaw” I whispered, scooting over closer so that he knew I was being serious.  “Lydia told me everything, we… we talked for a long time” laid my hand on his upper back, rubbing in small circles.  “I know for a fact that it wasn’t your fault, don’t ever say that”

“I’ve done things y/n” He said, keeping his face hidden behind his hands.  “I’ve done things that if I told you you’d never forgive me.  I’ve got blood on my hands” I sucked in my bottom lip for a moment as I thought about what to say next.

“I forgave you for lying to me for the past three years… I was kidnapped tonight by a werewolf and couldn’t move cause of lizard spit” I chuckled bitterly.  “I think I can handle just about anything” I told him.  He let out a long sigh, but didn’t look at me as he spoke.

“I killed a guy… earlier this year” He mumbled.  I nodded, not faulting my caressing on his back.  “He… he was gonna kill me, my Dad, he threatened the pack… and you” His voice cracked a few more times, indicating that he was either crying or trying not to.  “It was an accident I didn’t know when I pulled the pin he’d fall through… I didn’t know he’d be impaled I didn’t know he’d-”

“Sh… Stiles…” I decided to cut him off, seeing how worked up he’d become.  I wrapped my arms around him, and tucked my head under his chin.  He sniffed, and held me as well.  “If it was an accident, it was an accident.  Not your fault” I told him.  He nodded, his arms tightening a little on me.

“Y-yeah” He stammered.  I smiled, patting his chest lightly before pulling away.  He looked at me, and I could only imagine it reflected my own face earlier.  Tears splattered all over the place and cheeks red.  I gave him a smile, and cupped his face so I could wipe them all away.

“Stop your crying Stilinski” I hummed, and when I pulled my hands away, he smiled at me.  “Now, I get some questions” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fire away” Stiles said, regaining his voice.

“So can Kira actually turn into a fox? I didn’t get that part”

We spent a long time together, in fact until the sky began to go from black to a blue, telling us the time was nearing early morning.  But it didn’t matter.  We’d both ended up laying down on our backs somewhere between learning about what Lydia’s screams can do, and why they don’t let me hang around the Hale house….Peter.  It was only because of Peter.  Supposedly he’d wanted to kidnap me as well, but settled for Stiles instead.

“What is it with people trying to kidnap me? I didn’t even know about the supernatural, what possible information could I have?” I asked him, rolling onto my side.

“Eh, I don’t think their play is really about getting information out of you” Stiles said, looking down to where our hands were lying just a few inches apart.  “I’d take a wild guess and say it’s likely just to lure me- the rest of us out” He stammered over his words, but still managed to make me blush.

“Yeah… Theo did say you’d come” I mumbled, glancing down to our hands.  His fingers were tapping against the tiled roof.  I half smiled at his familiar nervous habit, and laid my hand over his.  I kept my head ducked down so he wouldn’t see my dumb smile.  “Thanks for that” I told him.  “I never really thanked you… but you did save my life” I told him sincerely, eyes flickering up to find he was already staring intently at me.

“Yeah of course” He murmured, then licked his lips.  “Look I… I can’t promise you it’ll never happen again, especially since once my mom used to promise me there was no monster under my bed and now there’s a monster around every corner- but that’s not the point.  The point… the point is that if, and whenever it does happen again, I’m always gonna show up” My jaw dropped a little, the way he said it so breathlessly, like he was telling me the most important thing I’d ever need to hear.  “I’m always gonna come and get you, I’m always gonna be there” I bit down on my lip, trying really fucking hard not to cry.

“I-I’ve cried enough for tonight” I said with a weak laugh.  Stiles moved in closer, his fingers curling around my hand that he’d previously just loosely laid on his.

“I meant it when I told you I loved you” He said, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from his.  “I didn’t just say it so you’d stay- I mean yeah but I’d been meaning to tell you for a while, a long while, a really long while seriously Lydia and Scott were always up my ass about it b-but I did mean it” I laughed quietly at his babbling.  “And not the stupid ‘you’re my friend I love you buddy’ thing” He punched my arm lightly when he said that, making me laugh airily again.  “No, no I’m in love with you, and I have been for a long time”

“You have?” I whispered out, eyes flickering between his.  He nodded with a sigh.

“Yeah… yeah I have” He said somewhat sheepishly.  “And I know today’s been a shit storm of events, and I know I literally just told you that I’ve killed people, and a lot of other weird things like werewolves and doctors who make people monsters b-but it doesn’t change anything for me like it does for you because I’ve had this stupid painful crush on you since kindergarten and I’m tired of-”

I cut off his rambling, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards me so I could press my lips against his.  Stiles immediately reacted, kissing me back and releasing my hand so he could wrap his arm around me and yank me against him.  I breathed in harshly through my nose, but the kiss softened, became gentle brushes of fingers on skin, and small lingering kisses.  When I parted, I realized we’d moved.  I was on my back, Stiles half over me, one arm pillowing under my head.  I smiled sleepily up at him as his large hand cupped around my cheek.

“I didn’t- I thought earlier when you left it meant that-” Stiles stammered over his words, but I bit my lip to hide an excessive smile and shook my head.


“No” I hummed.  “No, no I’m in love with you” I told him, staring up into his eyes.  “Stiles Stilinski… Mieczyslaw” A small smile played on his lips at hearing his real name.  “I love you for protecting me, okay?” I asked, and when he tried to look away I followed his gaze.  “I understand” I whispered so quietly I don’t know if he  heard it, and he was still hovering a few mere inches over me.  But the look he gave me told me he did, one of relief and joy.

“I really fucking love you” Stiles said.  “And today when… when I found you with Theo I’ve never…. I’ve never been so scared to lose you” I reached a hand up, tracing his jaw and lips as he spoke.  He grasped my hand in the one he’d previously had against my cheek, and kissed my fingers.  “I mean I always thought in the back of mind I’d… I’d eventually lose you.  When the truth came out, or-or worse” When he released my hand I went back to trailing my fingers over his face again.

“Well, got any secrets left for me to know?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as my finger made it’s way over his brow.

“Once Scott and I ate your halloween candy when you fell asleep” I giggled, planting a kiss on his nose.

“Well, then I don’t think I have reason to leave anytime soon” I told him, making his lips twitch in a smile.  “That is if you’d like to keep me around a little longer?” Stiles grinned widely now, nodding as he adjusted the arm under my head, his other hand splaying over my cheek and touching his lips to mine.  Then again, and again, until my hands slid around the nape of his neck and pulled him down further.

Though eventually I grew tired and it was mostly Stiles doing all the work, I just pursed my lips here and there.  Stiles caught on quickly, chuckling as he pulled away.

“Let’s get you inside for some rest” He said, and I nodded, reaching my arms up as he carefully stood on the roof.  My eyes were closed, but a few moments later I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me up.

“Thank you” I mumbled into his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.  Though this would usually make me all hot and bothered, I was too comfortable being held in his arms and clinging to his body.

“No problem princess” He hummed back, and next thing I knew I felt myself being laid into my bed.  “Let’s get you into pajamas” Stiles said, opening up my dresser and finding comfy clothes.  “What the hell y/n!”

“What?” I muttered, rolling onto my side to see him begin to grab a heap of clothes.

“I knew you were stealing my flannels!” I flushed red and smiled guiltily.

“Soorrry” I drew out the word, pushing up to sit on my knees.  I took the ball of shirts from his hands and set them on the space next to me.  “They’re just so comfy” I said, innocently wrapping my hands behind his neck and pulling him just a tad closer.  Stiles raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, but I pretended not to notice, keepin my eyes focused on his lips.  “They basically double as a dress…” I said slowly.  “Long enough that I don’t need any pants or anything” I finished.  His once suspicious expression faltered for a moment as I lingered on each word.

“What’s your move here?” He asked, voice low and gravelly and making a pit in my stomach.

“Move? I have no moves” I shrugged, looking as innocent as I could.

My fingers trailed down his chest.

“You think that by seducing me..” Stiles moved closer, his hands closing around my hips and pulling me against him.  “.. you can keep all those clothes of mine?” I looked up to find him smirking, which made my stomach do somersaults.  

“Well that depends” I said, my nose barely rubbing up against his.  “Is it working?” I asked, watching his eyes flutter shut and his jaw set.  He was tense, and this made my confidence grow.  “You need to relax” I breathed, rubbing my hands over his shoulders and chest, slightly massaging his shoulders.

“Hm” He hummed, and leaned down to connect our lips, but I pulled away just as they brushed.

“Nuh uh” I tsked, putting my fingers against his chin and pushing him back again.  He made a pout, and tried to curl his lips downwards to kiss the tips of my fingers.  “Stiles!” I scolded in a whisper scream, and he chuckled airily.

“C’mon, one kiss babe” He begged, eyebrows furrowed downwards, but I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m gonna help you calm down” I said, pulling back from him and staring him in the eye.  Stiles pursed his lips and raised his brows.

“W-what?” He stuttered, and I nodded standing up off the bed.

“Yeah” My grin grew, and to calm his confusion I leaned in and pecked his lips.  Stiles kissed me back, making it longer until I pulled away and turned him around.  My hands fumbled for his belt, and swiftly undid the buckle and pulled it out of the loops.

“Look I know you have bruises so you don’t have to-”

“Shut up” I mumbled, cutting him off with another kiss, this time my fingers slowly popping open the button to his khakis, and dragging the zipper down painfully slow.  I could actually feel his erection pressing against his jeans, my knuckles ghosting over it which made Stiles shiver.

“Fucking hell” Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, and shoved down the hem of his pants down, and kick them off of his feet.  I giggled slightly, pushing him back towards the bed.

“Sit down” I said, and he practically fell onto the bed.  I did in front of him, crawling on my knees up between his legs.  Stiles stared down at me, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.  I leaned up, pressing a long and slow kiss to his lips.  Stiles’ hands cupped around my face, making the kiss more passionate.

But I didn’t want passionate.  I wanted hot and sexy.

So I gently bit his bottom lip, and before he could react rolled my tongue over the pink flesh.

The muscles under my hands quivered, and I remembered something I forgot.

“Whoops” I said, pulling away from him and reaching for the hem of his tee shirt.  Stiles smirked at me and pulled it over his head before I could.  I made a pout, sticking out my bottom lip.  “I wanted to do that” He shrugged a shoulder, and leaned down to kiss me again.  I smiled against his lips, and scooted impossibly closer.

“You’re sure?” He asked, and I hooked my fingers through the elastic of his boxers.

“Yes” I said, and pulled the boxers all the way down to his ankles.

I grinned mischievously up at him, and wrapped my hand slowly around his cock, instantly earning a small whimper.  I smiled at this, and wrapped my lips over his tip, careful not to move them anywhere else.

Fuck” I hummed around him, and his hands shot to my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth.  I hollowed my cheeks, and began to bob my head up and down his cock.  “Fuck fuck fuck yes” I made a small chuckle and grasped my hand around the part of him I couldn’t quite fit in my mouth.  I stroked it quickly and roughly, trying to get him there quicker.  His moans and breathing quickened, and the dampness in my panties grew.  “W-wait wait-” Stiles gasped, and the hands in my hair pulled me off of him.

“Hey-” He pulled me up to stand, then stood in front of me.  “I wasn’t done” Again m hand reached down to finish what I’d begun.  But I barely swiped my thumb over the precum leaking from the slit on his tip before he grasped my wrist and shook his head.

“I don’t want to come now” He said, and I cocked my head to the side but he kissed me before I could question aloud.  I giggled, knowing he could taste himself on my lips.  “You.. are… so… hot” He said between kisses, and making me blush.

“I am?” I asked as his lips trailed  along my jaw and to my neck.

“Very much so” He said, hands rubbing circles on my waist, then slipping under my shirt.  “Although the clothing situation is a little unfair, yes?” I nodded shakily.

“Mhm-mhm yeah” I stammered out.  Immediately making him yank my dirty tee shirt over my head.  I then went to work on my jeans, while he was seemingly distracted.  When I kicked them off and stood straight again he was still staring at me.  I looked down at my skin where his eyes were wandering, and bit my lip.

I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror since I’d gotten back, and I was in bad shape.  Bruises and cuts scattered all over my chest and stomach, even my arms and legs had bruises.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, and I looked back up to his eyes, feeling safe again.  I reached my hands behind me, unhooking the plain maroon bra I was wearing.  I slid the straps down my arms, and dropped it onto the floor, adding to the pile of Stiles’ clothes.  His mouth opened, tongue darting out to wet his lips instantly.  I smiled, a pink blush dusting my cheeks.

Here we are, standing practically naked in front of each other, and Stiles is making me feel like I just told him he was cute.

He moved forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him, but carefully, as not to put too much pressure on my black and blue spots.  He brushed my hair back behind my ear, then quickly hooked an arm under my legs and lifted me up.  I giggled as he spun me around, pressing his lips against my neck in a quick kiss then tilting his head up to kiss me properly.  I raked my fingers through his hair.  The kisses became longer as he laid me back on the bed.  My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, and I stared up at him.

“I love you, you know that right?” He said, stroking my hair ever so gently and pushing it away.  I nodded.

“I love you too Stiles” I replied, and pulled his lips down to me, kissing him long and slow, to really prove to him how I felt.

His fingers trailed down my sides, landing on my hips, over my panties.  The only piece of clothing left between us.

His lips trailed down to my neck, finding the sweet spot below my ear that made my hands tug at his hair.

“Stiles” I whined.  “I need you to do something”

In seconds my panties were ripped down my legs.  Literally.  I could hear the fabric tear.

“Stiles!” I scolded, but shut up when he ran his tip through my now revealed folds.  I bit down hard on my lip to hide the sounds I was making.

“Stop that” Stiles mumbled, his thumb pulling down on my lip.  I could feel my cheeks flush in a hot blush.

“Will you just- oh!” My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he surprised me by slamming in, stretching me out.  “Fuck” I cried softly, burying my face in his chest.  He stayed in place for a moment, letting you get used to his size.  “Stiles” You whispered.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” I groaned.

Apparently, he didn’t need to be asked twice, because as soon as I asked, he began moving again.

“You’re still on the pill right?”

“Duh”

And like that, he was fucking me.  My hands were clawing at his back, and at first I felt bad but it seemed to spur him on more, so I kept doing it.

“Fuck Stiles you fill me up so good” I mewled, and he smirked down at me, attaching his lips to my neck, nipping gently before rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh.  I gasped and ran my hands through his hair, pulling tightly against the long strands.  I could feel the coil in my core tightening, bringing me closer and closer to release.  

“Faster” I begged.  “I’m so close Stiles please, please make me come” After the whined out plea, He grabbed onto my leg, and hitched it up on his hip, hitting an even deeper spot in me that made my back arch off the mattress.  I gripped onto his shoulders, practically screaming out his name.

A wave of euphoria crashed down over me, and I fell back onto the bed, gasping as Stiles worked out the last thrusts he had in him, before spurting hot cum inside of me.  He let out a groan, before falling off of me onto his side.  It was quiet between us for a few minutes, both of us riding down from our highs.  Our chests heaving as we panted.  I closed my eyes and rested for a few.

I could hear Stiles roll off the bed, probably in search of his clothes.  I rolled over to look at him as he pulled up his boxers and pants.  He smiled at me, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, before handing me his tee shirt.

“Stiles?” I mumbled as I pulled it over my head.


“Yes love?” He asked, and I sat up on my knees.

“I need panties, you shredded mine” His cheeks went red and I smirked at him in reaction.  He turned, beginning to fumble with my dresser knobs.  “Second drawer” I told him, chuckling at his fumbling around.

It was like all of his confidence had been drained out of him.

“Wow!” I stifled a giggle as he opened my underwear drawer, which consisted of both bras and panties.

“They’re just clothes you geek, just give me a pair” I said, still laughing as he handed me a plain pair.  “Thank you” I told him, and stood up so I could slide them up my legs.  Though his shirt covered most of me.

“You’ve got plenty of panties there” He said, his arms winding around my waist.  Something about the way he said panties made my stomach flip but I still giggled at him.  “I think you can manage having one pair gone” I looked over the the shredded silk material lying on my blankets.  I was going to move to grab them and throw them away, but Stiles kept his grip on me firm.

“Mm what?” I asked, throwing my head back slightly in feigned annoyance.

“Nothing” Stiles shrugged.

“Then might I throw away the remains of what you destroyed?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Nope” I quirked a brow, but before I could question him, his arms sunk lower and wrapped under my thighs, lifting me up.

“Are we doing this again?” I asked with a chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Nope” He said again, and dropped me onto my bed, making me squeal in surprise.  But he quickly laid down next to me, and pulled me against him.  I let him get comfortable and I let him wrap his arms around me again to yank me so my chest was pressed against his side.  He kissed my forehead.

“I see, you’re an after sex cuddler” I hummed, tangling my legs with his as I drew patterns over the slight trail of chest hair he had.

“Only with you” He said and smiled sweetly, and I gave him a look.

“Well are you sleeping with anyone else at the moment? Now would be a prime time to tell me so I know when I ask you out”

“You’re gonna ask me out?” Stiles asked, an eager smile on his lips.

“Well not if you’re having sex with every girl you find on rooftops” He laughed and shook his head, placing a kiss on my nose.

“Lucky for you, I’m not” He said.  I grinned up at him.

“Then Stiles, would you like to be my boyfriend and do dumb shit together?” I asked, and he nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes! A million times yes!” I laughed at his impression of a woman being proposed to, then kissed him sweetly.

“Good answer” I murmured, before nuzzling my head back on his chest, and closing my eyes.

“Goodnight” Stiles said, placing a kiss in my hair.  He kept his lis there on the top of my head for a moment.  “I love you” He added in a whisper.

“I love you too” I mumbled back, before falling asleep.

I was almost certain that things were going to turn my world upside down, especially now that I was in the light about the supernatural.  But that was okay, because I had Stiles.


okokokokok i’m really anxious rn so just taKE IT *throws it at you*

xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ jordie

playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 



   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.


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Things Dean will definitely do in the wake of Cas's death

- call his phone to hear his voicemail

- cuddle the trench coat

- hallucinate Cas

- pray to him… just in case

- cradle Cas’s angel blade

- sleep in his room

- sit where Cas used to sit in the backseat of the Impala

- cry

- listen to the mixtape he made for Cas

- whisper “assbutt” to himself when he needs a laugh

- blame himself

- have nightmares about Cas’s burnt out wings

- hear Cas’s voice in the wind

- eat White Castle burgers

- wish he’d taken more pictures of him and Cas together

- miss him like crazy

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A drabble from my sick bed - Emma has her happy beginning and I’ve been kinda wondering what comes next.  I know not everyone needs or wants to read about Swan-Jones babies, so warning that this deals with the idea of that, but with my own personal take on the subject.

I completely get where Emma is right now…she’s married and happy in that marriage.  Let’s be real…the idea of kids has already occurred to her, at least in the abstract when she saw Killian with Ashley’s kid at Granny’s.  This is my little take on what she may be thinking now that the wedding is over and the battle is done (let’s assume she’s won and everything is perfect).  I can see her struggling with the idea of kids, for lots of reasons and I kinda took it from there.

I’m going to be really transparent and admit that this is also a reflection on where I am personally in life.  Perhaps it’s uncouth to ask, but if you don’t like how this comes out, maybe keep it to yourself?  Life is imitating art in this instance and I’m baring my own insecurities and worries here, so be kind.  

If you don’t want to read about kids or babies or wondering about kids or babies, this should be a hard pass for you.    

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Originally posted by onceland

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