much needed time i will not rip my pants on flip today!!! i mean it!

Oracle [Chapter 5]

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Chapter 5 of Oracle (You guessed it… SMUT AHEAD)

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

His name escaped your lips like a song, singing his praises as he fingers moved inside you like magic. His mouth found your sensitive buds, nibbling gently while his tongue flicked over each one with care. He was torturous, speeding up to make your body weak only to slow back down, always watching how you rode the waves his motions made.

“More,” you whimpered, feeling light headed from the pleasure his lips and fingers were administering.

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Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 12: L - Lonely

Curled up by the door, Derek waited. By 7 pm, the apartment was completely dark. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t see, but Derek hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights throughout the day since he had been alone since Saturday. 

In the final semester, of his last year of Columbia, Stiles hadn’t been home in days. He popped in occasionally for a shower and a nap between work and the library. Derek did what he could to feed him and lessen stress, which mostly included letting him be.

Stiles insisted that he couldn’t study at home with Derek there, and Derek didn’t have any place to go. Apparently, Derek was too distracting, through no fault of his own. He wasn’t sure he believed Stiles because all he did was read, and mix new tracks. Occasionally, he went out for a run. It seemed that Derek, himself, was the distraction.

To avoid studying, Stiles would seduce him. Honestly, it wasn’t that hard. Derek couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend, so when Stiles crawled into his lap instead of writing a paper, Derek tried his best to resist, but ultimately, it was a losing battle.

Several of the Columbia libraries were open twenty-four hours during finals. They made the perfect haven. Stiles planned to graduate with honours, and while Derek, theoretically, understood the pressures of writing a final thesis, which Stiles would defend at a later date, he didn’t really.

Derek had never gone to college. In fact, he’d only gotten his GED a few years ago at Stiles’ suggestion, to which Stiles had taken great pride in embarrassing him at his little graduation ceremony, and then proceeded to plaster pictures all over social media for the pack to see. It had been a spectacle, but Derek really hadn’t expected any less from his boyfriend. Stiles had been proud of him, and that had been enough.

It wasn’t as if he had needed to graduate high school. He didn’t have a job. Not a real job. He spun for a few clubs here and there, and was actually quite popular, much to Stiles’ amusement. If he wanted, he could turn it into a career, but he didn’t need to work.

Stiles waited tables and tended bar at a ‘fancy pants’ restaurant - his words, not Derek’s - not too far from where they lived. He’d tried to tell Stiles on multiple occasions that he didn’t need to work, and he was happy to support him while he finished school, but his boyfriend was stubborn and wanted to be independent. Derek admired him for it, and when he worked late, Derek was there to walk him home at night regardless of the time. But when he didn’t see Stiles for weeks at a time during exam season, it got a little lonely in their loft.

The door protested loudly on its track, light spilling into the dark apartment from the hall, and a body tripped and tumbled over Derek. He didn’t bother to lift his head, but opened his eyes to watch Stiles struggle to untangle himself from his messenger bag.

“Shit, dude. What the fuck,” Stiles said. He flipped his bag off his shoulder, then rolled onto his back and sat up. “Why the hell are you lying in front of the door?”

Derek whined softly and buried his nose in his paws.

“Der?” Stiles called. He shifted forward onto his knees and crawled closer.

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I’ll show you the man I am

journeytothemoonn said:If you are still taking requests - can you please write an Andy Biersack smut where the girl has just found out he’s the baby of the band and starts teasing him and taunting him and he just gets fed up with it? the rougher the better? if you do this i will legitimately cry with joy 

Originally posted by andy-holdmybeersack


My roommate Andy had his bandmates over. They were laughing in the living room while I was in the kitchen getting a drink for me. As I walked back I heard Jinxx laughing: 

“Dude, it’s okay. You’re the youngest”

“Ohhh, Andy, you didn’t tell me you were the baby of the band!” I teased while sitting next to him, taking a sip of my drink.His face hardened and he turned his gaze to me ( GIF IMAGE ).

“Shut up…” he mumbled.

 The others and I laughed.

 “All of you.” Andy blushed.

“Aww, my poor baby. Do you need your mum to defend you?” I continued to tease.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down.

“Nahh, don’t cry. Every thing’s fine. Mummy is here” I mocked him while patting his hair.

He swatted my hand away. After another 30 minutes of teasing Andy the guys said their goodbyes. As soon as the door closed I was slammed against the wall with Andy pinning my hands above my head.

“You think it’s funny teasing me like that?” Andy questioned, darkly.

I couldn’t help but get turned on even though between Andy and me never was some kind of thing.

“Andy, I was just teasing you. No need to be pissed” I tried to cover up my arousal.

“I’ll show you the man I am.” he growled before he slammed his lips against mine. His lips were soft but he kissed rough and fuck I loved every single bit of it.

He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his bulge. I gasped and he took the chance and slipped his tongue in my mouth and began exploring.I let out a moan and I could feel him smirking against my lips.

I pulled back for air but Andy just moved his lips to my neck. Well, he’s singing in a band so of course he doesn’t need much air, that bloody-

My thoughts were cut as he found my sweet spot and began sucking and biting, definitely leaving a mark.

“Andy” I whimpered.

“Shhh. I don’t want to hear a single sound, understand?” he demanded.

I nodded.

“I asked you something” he growled, darkly while piercing his eyes into mine.

“I understand, sir” I croaked.

He smirked satisfied at the title and gave me a quick kiss before throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a squeek and noticed my mistake when his hand smacked my ass.

“I said not a single sound!” he snapped and carried me upstairs to his room. 

He threw me on his bed and this time I stayed quiet.

“Good girl.” he chuckled.

He hovered over me and removed my shirt. I didn’t put any bra on today because I was just lazy. He stared awestruck at my exposed chest, pupils wide.

“So my little slut didn’t feel the need to put on a bra? Just proves that you are begging for it, little slut.” he grumbled in a low voice that made me soaking.

He slid my sweats down my legs, his rough fingers grazing my soft flesh. Goosebumps errupted all over my body and chills ran down my spine. 

He walked to his drawer and picked something which I couldn’t see. He straddled my waist and put my arms above my head. 


He cuffed my hands to the headboard and admired his work. I still suppressed any sound and he seemed to like that. 

I tried moving my hands but he smacked my thigh making me jump.

“Don’t move.” he commanded.

He stripped out of his shirt but kept his jeans on. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and slid teasingly slow his hands up my legs. When he reached my thighs he suddenly grabbed them hard and spread my legs. He pulled me down til my arms were stretched to the maximum. 

I looked in Andys eyes and all I could see was dark lust. He literally ripped my panties off me and immediatly plunged two fingers in me.

I screamed but regretted it almost instantly. He withdrew his fingers and flipped me onto my stomach. Andy grabbed my ass and put it up into the air. His came crashing on my butt.

“I told you not to make a single sound. You little slut can’t keep your mouth shut. If you break the rules again you’ll be punished. Got it?” Andy scolded.

He turned me back on my back.

“Yes, sir” I said. 

He smirked. He unbuttoned his jeans and removed them, leaving him in boxers. After just staring at me for what felt like an eternity he finnaly removed his boxers and lined himself up at my entrance. He teased me with his tip and I didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“Beg for it, slut. Tell me how much you want my cock in your little pussy.” He demanded.

I never was into this rough kinky sex thing but I must admit that I fantasized about Andy and this was kind of one of my fantasies. 

“Please, Andy, please. I need your cock. I want it so bad. I want y-”

I couldn’t even finish my begging, he already slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust. He pounded into me with no mercy. I was a moaning mess and he was grunting and sometimes my name fell from his lips.

His thrusts were hard and fast. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Suddenly he hit my G-spot and I screamed his name in pure bliss. He smirked and slammed into me in this angle making sure to hit that wonderful spot that made my body shiver in pleasure, with every thrust. 

“You like that? Now I’m not the baby anymore, am I?” Andy questioned.

“No, Andy. You’re not a baby. You’re a man. GOD, don’t stop!” I moaned.

He pulled out and I whimpered at the loss of him. He flipped me on my stomach again and immediatly plunged back into my throbbing core making me scream. 

My ass was high in the air and my face was pressed against the pillows. 

“Andy!” I screamed

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name. Let the neighbors hear who’s making you feel this good.” Andy grunted out.

I was close and by Andys now sloppy but still hard thrusts I could tell he was too. With one final thrust and him moaning my name, he threw me over the edge. I screamed his name along with profanities as my climax washed through my body. 

Just a few thrusts later, Andy stilled and I could feel his warm seed fill me.

He pulled out and collapsed next to me, panting.

“Ummm… Andy?” I asked.

He looked at me and noticed I was still on my stomach with my hands cuffed to the headboard. 

He uncuffed my hands and I collapsed onto my back still trying to catch my breath.

“What does this mean for us, (Y/N)?” Andy asked shyly.

“I like you, Andy. That’s all I can say for now. If it’s just sex for you then it’s okay. I’m not pushing you into something.” I answered also shyly.

He cupped my cheek in his hands and pressed  a gentle kiss to my lips. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. 

“I like you, too. Let’s just take it as it comes, okay?” he said, softly.

I nodded and got up. He looked at me confused.

“Round two?” I smirked.

He smirked back and jumped out of the bed following me to the bathroom.

A/N: Soooo, this took kind of long til I had a writingblockade (don’t know if that’s the right word but you know what I mean) and I hope you like it. And to my bae journeytothemoonn, I hope it meets your expectations! :) I love you guys!!! <3 Send me requests and I’ll be trying to do them soon. <3


Steve x Reader

When Steve woke up from the ice, a lot of things had changed. One day as he’s wandering the streets of New York, he comes across something he’s never seen before, and he’s quite interested to learn.

For my darling @bovaria . This was an idea based off a post about parkour a while back, and I wish I could find it now to link it (if you know what I’m talking about: it’s actually a post about the difference between Bucky in Winter Soldier and Civil War, how he handles his footwork differently when he isn’t all brainwashed, and it happened to use Steve’s footwork as an example.)

Word count: ~2400

Warnings: None <3

A/N: So!!!! This actually has the potential for a second part, but only if you guys are curious to see what I have planned if you want it. (Hint: Steve has the reader help Bucky with his parkour skills)

Originally posted by luvinchris


  After all the events of New York, everything had been a complete mess, and had taken quite a long while to clean up. Once the rubble was cleared, people started to feel safe enough to wander the streets again, almost like aliens HADN’T practically destroyed half the city. Amongst the people on the streets today was a certain Steve Rogers, in an old, worn baseball cap and his favorite leather jacket. He was taking a moment to really soak in the city, trying to figure out where to go from here. The last thing he was expecting was a group of people to come running past him, and someone running directly into his hard chest and bouncing off.

  You hadn’t exactly been paying attention to where you were going, so when you collided with someone built like a brick wall, you reacted in the only way you knew: you pushed into him as you slammed into him, using the momentum to make sure you didn’t land on your ass, and you were quite graceful about it as well.

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Supply Run (Arrow Constantine/Reader One Shot)

Imagine being part of Team Arrow, and when they meet Constantine, he instantly forms an attraction to you

Here you go Anon! I hope you like it!

Originally posted by catvonbee87

“There was this one time that I almost died. I was drowning. I fell into the pool and I was looking up. I recall seeing these blurry images of my family getting darker and smaller.”

“Then there was this hand reaching up and pulling me out of the water. After that I can’t remember anything.” You sighed looking into the camera, “They said I just swam up, but I know I didn’t. Something pulled me from the water.”

“So when people ask me if I believe in the supernatural, in the unexplained, hell yeah I do.” 

“Where. Did. You…” Team Arrow turned around slowly looking at you, “Find that…”

Felicity smiled, “The internet is a powerful thing. You should be more careful.”

Your face was beat red from embarrassment, “Oh my god…”

“There’s nothing wrong with believing in the supernatural.” Oliver smiled at you putting his hands on your shoulders, “Especially with what we deal with on a daily basis.”

“Thanks Oliver, but adult me looking at teenage goth me is more what I’m trying to hide from.”  You told him getting him to smile.

“I think the black hair and lipstick really works for you.” Felicity spun in her chair, “Thea agrees with me.” 

“What!? I did not…I mean…it’s not…” Thea looked at you horrified.

“It’s okay Thea. We all have secrets.” You sighed, “Some of them are horrifying…but you didn’t call me here for this.”

“No…no I didn’t…” He glanced over at Laurel, “I need help getting somethings and I’m sorry but your teenage video blog was a good way to diffuse the tension.”

“Okay…Oliver…You still haven’t asked me anything.” You told him, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on lass…” You looked over at voice you’d never heard before, “is a restoration of a soul.”

“And apparently you’re an expert on that…Mr?” You stared at his unkempt hair and scruffy face.

“Constantine.” He smiled at you, “But you can call me John, love.”

“Uh huh…well why am I here?” You looked at Oliver.

“I know you have some connections with getting things.” Oliver looked over at Felicity, “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. It’s about Sarah.”

Your eyes got wide, “Oliver…”

“I know, but we have try.” He watched you sigh and then nod. He took the list from Felicity, “We can’t find these last two ingredients.”

You looked at the list, “Wow, okay…give me a few hours.”

“Hours?” You looked at John, “I’ve had to search for half of that for months and you lot are finding it in hours.”

“Sorry that I have better connections then you?” You half smiled at him and winked patting his shoulder as you walked by him, “I’ll be back soon.”

John followed you slowly, “Mind if I tag a long? Wouldn’t mind getting some new connections.”

“You don’t have to be here? Preparing something?” You asked him stepping onto the elevator.

“Nope, Oliver can handle everything.” He stepped on with you.

 You looked out at Oliver tilting your head, “Okay…sure…”

Oliver rolled his eyes giving you a thumbs up. He was going to owe you big time you were sure of it. 

You stepped off pulling out your phone, “Донован , это Y / N . Мне было интересно, если у вас какой-то особый запас? Отлично, я могу остановить с другом ? Увидимся в 20 минут.”

“So I’m a friend now?” John smirked following you out of the office.

“You speak Russian? Why am I not surprised…” You shook your head, “I suppose for today you are a friend and if you want connections just don’t be an asshole.”

“Oh that’s going to be a hard one love, I’m naturally born to it.” He told you.

You stopped looking at him shaking your head, “Don’t…don’t call me love…”

“Or what?” He smirked looking into your eyes.

“Oh I’ll shoot you.” You smiled pressing a small pistol against his rips, “I’m friends with the Arrow, did you really think that I wasn’t prepared?”

“No, I think you’re prepared for everything.” He whispered in a deep husky rasp.

“Okay…handsome…look we have work to do.” You told him taking a step back, “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you ask me out once everything’s said and done.”

He cocked his head to the side watching you walk away, “Are going to wear these pants on our date?”

You flipped him off and kept, “Hurry up or you’ll be walking, John.”

He smirked and walked after you, “I should definitely come visit Oliver more often.”

The drive to Donovan’s was full of bickering. He couldn’t put his finger on it but he liked riling you up. He found it sexy watching your hair move like a cats when it got agitated and how your eyes narrowed on him when you told him to shut his mouth.

“Seriously keep your mouth shut. Donovan’s not going to like you immediately.” You told him getting out of the car.

“Why?” He asked following you.

“Because you don’t have boobs.” You rolled your eyes and stopped, “He wanted to date me at one point, but I’m just not into Russians. So he gets jealous when I bring me around.”

“Well it’s nice to know you care about me.” He smirked at you.

“John…” You said in a warning tone and watched him raise his hands in defense, “Thank you.”

“How can I refuse those pretty eyes?” He told you as you walked inside. It was the back of some where house. The back of his hair started to stand on end, he was probably going to be back here at some point. Something powerful was here, but he needed to focus for now.

“Y/N! It tis so goodt too see you.” A man walked over with his arms out stretched pulling you in an embrace. John could visibly see how much it made you uncomfortable, “Who is dis?”

“John Constantine.” He held out his hand and put on a smile as Donovan let you go taking your hand, “I’m hoping you can help us today.”

“Yes, I need these last two items.” You pulled out the list handing it to him, “Price is not an issue.”

“I might have it, but I’m not jist going to hand it out. Y/N, you know what I desire.” He looked at you and John felt his fist ball up when he saw you cringe, “Come now, if it is so important…”

“Donovan…” You looked at him, “You know that I can’t give that back to you. We had a deal.”

“Deals are made to be broken.” Donovan reached out grabbing your arm roughly, “Give me the stone and I’ll give you what you ask for.”

“Hey!” John stepped forward pushing him away from you, “We don’t need it that badly, Y/N. We can go elsewhere.” 


“For the trouble.” John pulled out his wallet holding out a few hundreds, “Take it and we’ll leave.”

Donovan pulled a gun out, “You think I want your money! I need it, Y/N!”

“This isn’t necessary, mate. Just put the gun away.” John raise his arms slowly, “We’re leaving.”

“No, you’re dying.” The sound of the gun went off. John shut his eyes bracing himself for the impact, that never came.

“You look ridiculous…” He heard you speaking and opened his eyes. Donovan and the bullet were frozen in front of him.

He looked at at you with your hand raised, “You’re gifted.”

“Something like that.” You told him eyes glowing a blue green at him as you held onto a pendent, “I don’t like to use it often. We should find what we’re looking for and go.”

He stared at you a moment longer before he took of looking for the things they need for the spell. He happened to find a few other things snagging them into his pockets. 

Once in the car and on the way back to the hideout he looked at you, “Magic or science?”

“Uh…both.” You glanced at him, “Do you know STAR Labs.”

“It sounds familiar.” He nodded as you explained about the particle accelerator. 

“I was visiting a friend when it went off, I’ve always had this gift I guess you can say.” You looked at him, “I was afraid of it.”

“Did it start after you almost died in the water?” He asked you seriously.

You swallowed nodded, “Yeah, it did.”

“You’ve been touched by the other side, I can’t say what that particle thingy did but I’m sure it’s opened up abilities that you already have.” He glanced at the pendent around your neck, “That’s a very old suppression spell.”

You glanced down, “I read about it, searched for it and that’s how I met Donovan. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was using it to stop someone from using their gifts.”

He nodded slowly, “I could help you with it.”

“Are you actually offering or are you still trying to get into my pants?” You smirked.

“I’m offering.” He smiled, “But if getting into your pants helps, then I’m doubly offering.”

You laughed a little, “John Constantine, saving lost souls in every way he can.”

“Seriously though, love.” He looked at you, “I will help you. No one should live in fear what they can do.”

“Thank you, John. We should talk about it more after we help Sarah.” You looked at him, “Maybe over a bottle good scotch.”

“You are my kind of girl.” He smirked looking out the window, “Where have you been all of my life?”

“Probably right under your nose where you wouldn’t look.”  He looked back over at you smiling.

“Yeah…never did look at thing close by…” He slouched down just drinking in your presence. This trip might’ve been worth more then he anticipated.

Behind The Scenes 2 (10.75/16)

Author’s note: I seriously don’t trust my computer, so let’s see if this part even gets posted today! The next part won’t be posted till Wednesday (hopefully). Sorry for any errors.

Genre: idk tbh… (Suga) (Jungkook)

Word count: 1496

Summary: Can you get thorough to Jungkook?

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

Back at the dorm, you did the usual routine of cooking, eating and cleaning. Since it was still a bit early, Rap monster had somewhere he needed to go. And since you “did your part”, he decided to reward you and let you stay out of your room until he got back.

You decided to go to Jhope’s room to talk to him and tell him about your sweet  revenge on Jungkook.

You lightly knocked on his door. When he didn’t open up, you poked your head inside. “Hobi?” His lights were off and it looked like he was lying in bed. “Hobi?” you called out again. From his bed you could hear him mumbling about something, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. “Dang, he’s high already…. Ah, well then Yoongi will get to know first as usual.” You went to Suga’s room, letting yourself in with a light knock.

You were welcomed by a flash coming from his bed. You saw him laying against the wall posing with the stuffed panda he won.

“Were you taking a selfie with that toy panda?” you asked laying down in the spot next to him.

He looked at you a bit embarrassed. “And if I did?” he retorted

“Ha! Nothing… What are you doing?… Other than taking selfies.”

“Just reading.”

Then you heard his phone buzz. You leaned over to take a look at his screen. Your attempted failed though because Suga quickly moved his phone away from you.

“Why does everyone keep doing that?” you asked in frustration.

“Why do you keep looking at people’s phones?”

“… Fine, you have a point…”

“So how was it for you today?”

“Like I said, it was actually fun. Jungkook and I went on a bunch of rides. For most of the day he was actually fun to be with!”

“Really?” Suga asked, quickly turning to you.

“Yeah, but then he started flirting with the girl at one of the stands.” You cringed your face.

“You got jealous or what?” although he was obviously joking, you could have sworn you got a vibe of genuine curiosity form him.

“No! It was just annoying. He wasn’t going along with the whole thing. I was scared he was going to fuck it all up cuz he can’t keep it in his pants… So I got some revenge.” You giggled.

“What did you do?” Just then his phone buzzed again and his attention went back to his phone.

You continued to speak, but he wasn’t really paying attention to you.

“Yoongi… Yoongi… Yoongi!”

“Huh? What?” he mumbled, still looking at his phone.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah… something about Jungkook.”

“What are you doing?”


You took the phone out of his hand and took a quick look at his screen.

“Hey!” he ripped his phone out of your hands.

“You could have just told me you were texting Aiko.” You said now grumpy.

He typed something out and then put his phone back in his pocket and turned to you. “Ok, tell me your revenge again.”

“Nope, I already told you. You should have been listening.”

“Tell me. I’m listening now… I’ll give you this panda if you tell me!” Suga offered, holding the stuffed toy in his hand.

“…Fine.” You took the panda from his hand and retold your revenge.

“That’s hilarious, you should be proud of yourself.” He smiled.

You sat up on his bed. “I know.” You said, joking flipping your hair dramatically. Then you stood up and went to open the door. “I’m gonna go now.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to talk to Jungkook. I gotta do it before the monster gets back.”

He looked at you a bit confused.

“Maybe I’ll come back when I’m done.” You said as you walked out.

With much determination, you made your way over to Jungkook room’s and knocked loudly on the door.

“What? I’m busy!” Jungkook shouted

“I need to talk to you!” you said through the door.


You waited a good minute before knocking frantically on his door.

“What?!?” He shouted through the door. Soon he finally opened up and asked. “What do you want?!?”

“Are there still cameras in here?” you whispered.

He rolled his eyes at you. “They got take got taken out!” He said in a still angry tone.

“We need to talk.” You huffed, pushing your way into his room.

“By those words, I really hope you mean that you are going to “break up” with me.”

You walked over to his desk chair and took a seat. It wasn’t until you did so that you realized he was only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. “Can you please cover up?” you asked looking away from him

He grunted and pulled on the pair of pants he was wearing earlier, not bothering to button them closed. “Ok, what did you want to talk about? Is this about paying me back?”

“You know I don’t have any money.”

“There are other ways you can pay me back.” He said slyly. He sat on his bed and smirked at you.

You glared back at him. “I wanted to make truce.”


“Yeah. Look, we both hate having to do this whole pretend thing, so why make it harder for each other.”

“Cuz its fun. Why should I change so much just cuz I’m stuck with you now?”

“Was it fun when I fucked with you today? Cuz it definitely was for me.”

He just looked away from you, not wanting to accept the fact that you made a good point. “It’s hard to take you seriously with that stupid panda you know.”

“Ignore it.”

“…So what’s this truce of yours?”

You rolled the chair closer to him. “Well, I wanted us to agree to be civil about this whole thing. I say that every time we have to be together, we just pretend like we are actors in a drama. We don’t have to go as far as making out or having in depth conversations or whatever, we just have to be more legit than we are now. I’ll do my best to be more involved and not pull away and stuff. You can’t be going around flirting with everyone. And we can’t be fighting with each other either.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“That’s not the point. The point is I don’t want any reason for Namjoon hurt me. It’s my ass that’s on the line here!”

Jungkook stopped talking, remembering how serious the whole situation was. He wanted to bring up the fact that you were putting yourself on the line when you threatened him earlier, but just he kept his mouth shut.

“How we were on all the rides is how we should be all the time when we are out in public. Not exactly love, not the shit we deal with here, just whatever we have to do together in that moment.”

Jungkook nodded at your reasoning.

“The main goal is just to look like a legit couple. If we want to talk about something serious we can say… “Time out” and for that moment, we don’t have to be pretending.”

“Like a safe word?” he smirked

“… Sure… like a safe word… then to pretend again, we can say “Time in”. But my point is that we have to take this seriously. Shit is bad enough and we shouldn’t make this harder for each other. That is what Namjoon wants. He wants us to be at each other’s throats. Maybe if we do this good enough, he’ll get bored and make up break up.”

“He’ll just come up with something worse.”

He was right. “…We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“… You make a good point though. I guess I’ll go along with this shit.”

“So, no more flirting, no more starting shit with me, no more mumbling shit at me under your breath. I will reciprocate the cheesy crap and I won’t make you spend so much money or threaten you… Deal?” You stuck your hand out to him.

He started at your hand a bit as he contemplated your deal. “… Deal…” his hand engulfed yours. “Now that that is settled, can you please leave so that I can properly relieve myself.” He said, his hand still holding yours.

“Relieve yourself?”

“Yeah, I was in the middle of it when you wanted to come in.”

You looked at him confused. All his did was give you that stupid smirk of his.

“You know… Why do you think my door was locked?” His smirk grew.

You froze. He couldn’t be talking about what you thought he was talking about. You looked down at your hand and pulled it out of his grasp and then you looked back at him. He was on the verge of laughter.

“Eeeeeewwwwwwww!” you ran out of his room and to the hallway bathroom to disinfect your hand.

the Locker Room

Prompt: Liam and the reader are enemies but later start liking each other

Warnings: well, Liam and the reader don’t really like each other at first so some harsh words are exchanged. But then they make out in the girls’ locker room which is kinda awkward because I didn’t really know how to write it so yeah

Being one of the only girls on the lacrosse team had its perks. For example, boys. Practices were like heaven, watching their muscles flex as they ran and just exercised in general. Of course, after practice, they stunk to high heaven and I didn’t want them to come anywhere near me, but that was beside the point.

           The second perk was Kira. I met her on the day of tryouts, and she quickly became my best friend. Her love for Marvel and my love for action had us constantly throwing movie marathons which turned into sleepovers when we saw how late at night it was.

           All the attention was definitely the third perk. I mean, Kira and I were the talk of the school. The team was completely male dominated, but our small estrogen edition seemed to draw a crowd of feminists and guys who just wanted to look at a chick playing rough. Coach was happy about that; there was a bigger turn-out at the games, and the school newspaper frequently printed segments advertising us.

           It was great. Really, I loved it. But… all of the good things could be sucked away as soon as Liam Dunbar and I made eye contact.

           In my opinion, he was beyond stupid. Dunbar was always very competitive with me- I guessed that it was because we were the only freshmen on the team because he seemed alright with Kira, so it couldn’t be that I was a girl. He threw temper tantrums a lot, which always resulted in Scott, Kira’s boyfriend, and Stiles, Kira’s… weird… friend, rushing him off into the locker room. Coach used to yell at them when they did that, but eventually he got tired and just rolled his eyes.

           That made me angry. Why the hell was Dunbar so special? Why was he allowed to be escorted off the field by his junior fairy-godmothers? It just wasn’t fair.

           The Friday that I finally lost it was the one that followed our first loss of the season. Last night, in the middle of the game, Dunbar decided that he wasn’t going to pass me the freaking ball liked we had practiced. That pissed me off. He ended up scoring, but I was too mad to care. When I got the ball, I acted like I didn’t see him waiting for me to pass it to him. I scored. The crowd cheered. I basked in the glory until a rough shove to my shoulder jerked me out of the happy haze.

           It was Dunbar, and he wasn’t happy. Through his mask, he spit, “What the hell? Why didn’t you pass to me?”

           I laughed. “Just returning the favor, thickhead. You didn’t pass to me either. And I scored anyway, so I don’t know why you’re getting your tighty-whiteys in a wad.”

           “You’re kidding me, right?” He stepped closer; our masks were pressed together as he shouted. “You’re acting like a child. We’re in the middle of the game.”

           Scoffing, I shoved his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child, Dunbar. Now get out of my face before I make you.”

           He let out a sharp snort of derision. “I’d just love to see you try.”

           Hands were pulling us apart suddenly. Kira had her arms around my shoulders while Scott and Stiles held onto Dunbar’s arms. Coach and the referee were sprinting over to us. Faintly, I could hear Scott muttering, “Hey, Liam, you got this. Stay in control. Breathe.”

           Stiles was chanting as well, although I wouldn’t exactly define his words as ones of encouragement. “You freaking idiot, chill out! You’re going to shift in front of all these people! Because of a girl? You’re kidding me, right? We have a game to play.”

           Kira spun me around. “Y/N, what- are you okay?” Her dark eyes looked me over anxiously.

           “Oh, I’m fine.” Then I raised my voice, knowing he could hear. “Dunbar is just pitching a bitch fit like he’s five and making everything about him again. Nothing new.”

           “What?” Dunbar snarled- I mean, he actually snarled. “You’re the one who’s not following the plays. You won’t pass to me because of your silly little grudge.”

           I was screaming. “You didn’t pass to me first! So how dare you get mad when I do the same?”

           “Are you-” He lurched against Stiles and Scott’s tight hold. “I didn’t see you!”

           “That’s bull and you know it, Dunbar!” I shrieked. “You looked me dead in the eyes and then kept running. You just wanted to compensate with a big win for something smaller, am I right?”

           To make a long story short, by the time Coach got over to us, we were both cussing, so he benched us. “I can’t believe you two.” He angrily shoved his clipboard under his arm. “Okay, yeah, Dunbar, kind of expected it because of your record- no hard feelings- but Y/N? Really? You’re going to try and fight him?”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you insinuating that I couldn’t take him out? Because I could, if you’d like a demonstration.”

           Dunbar laughed coldly. “I would love to see that happen.”

           Whirling on him, I pushed his shoulder. “Do you want to go Dunbar?”

           Coach stuck his arm in between our faces, which were so close that our noses were almost touching. “That is enough!” He roared. “Tomorrow night’s practice, you both are staying after. You’re going to help me clean the gear. And… and… you both better be here Saturday morning. I think a little PT is in order. It’ll be a bonding experience. Might make you like each other.” At the dirty looks Dunbar and I exchanged, Coach back-tracked. “Or maybe it’ll just make you hate each other all the more. Well, my advice to you is- bottle it up and use it on the field. But not against each other for crying out loud!”

           Then we lost the game because Scott and Stiles were benched for some illegal hits- I had a sneaking suspicion that they did it on purpose- and towed Dunbar off to the locker rooms, leaving our team without its captain and some of its best players.

           So yeah, that was mainly the reason why my Friday sucked. I knew I was going to have to stay after. Kira was more understanding than my parents. They chewed me out. She only promised that we could reschedule the Iron Man marathon.

           “Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Kira assured me as I thanked her, slipping my Nikes on. “I just wish you and Liam could get along.”

           I hit my head on the bench when I jerked upwards so fast, quickly brushing off her concerned hands. “Me and Dunbar? Get along? I happen to be a big fan of our relationship. I hate him and he hates me. It’s perfect.”

           Kira pursed her lips as she shimmed into her shorts. “That’s nice, but… do you really hate him?”

           “Well…” I thought it over. Kira was my best friend; I told her everything. I figured this was no different. It wasn’t like she was going to go squealing to anyone. “I mean, yeah, he pisses me off a lot, but… sometimes he’s funny. And he’s definitely not ugly. But you didn’t hear that from me, got it?”

           Hesitantly, Kira nodded. “Okay, but… I mean, no offense, but I think it would make the team more of a team if you tried to focus on those things instead of how angry he makes you and maybe attempted to get along. Plus, it would be nice not having to stop him from ripping your throat out.”

           “Hey!” I settled my hands on my hips. “I am more than capable of ripping Dunbar’s throat out if the time comes.”

           “Please,” I jumped, spinning around to see Coach standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. “Just stop, Y/L/N. I don’t want to give up my Sunday for you, too. Just put some clothes on and get out on the field.”

           I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Coach, I kinda like this look.” I gestured to my shorts and sports-bra. “It makes me feel much freer.”

           “That only makes me worry. Thank you for making my gray hairs grow faster.” He said sarcastically, shifting his weight while still keeping his eyes covered. “Now get on the field!” Coach left then, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘teenage girls are weird.’

           Kira giggled. When I looked at her and asked, “What?” she only shook her head and tossed me my shirt. I slipped it over my head, and we jogged out.

           Everyone was waiting for us, it seemed. Scott came over with a smile on his face, Stiles and Liam trailing him like always. “Hey guys.” He greeted, nodding to me and pecking Kira’s cheek.

           “Hello.” Stiles said awkwardly, scratching his head under his helmet. I guessed he was playing goalie today.

           “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Liam muttered. I smirked and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, retailing with, “You don’t have to thank me. Just know you’re welcome.” Liam was about to get his revenge when Coach blew sharply on his whistle and told us to take a few laps.

           Kira, Stiles, and I all jogged at the same pace while Liam and Scott ran up ahead. “So, Kira, did it work?” Stiles panted.

           “Did what work?” I asked.

           “Oh,” Stiles faltered. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask with you right there.”

           “Maybe you should tell me what the hell you’re talking about, Stilinski.”

           “Alright!  Hey, no need to bust out the last names. We’re cool; we’re good here.”

           Kira rolled her eyes. “He’s talking about the talk we had in the locker room. About Liam. And maybe you and him working out your differences.”

           My mouth dropped open. “You put her up to that?” I almost screamed. I knew people were looking, but I didn’t care.

           Stiles gestured for me to quiet down. “No need to raise your voice, little one! We had the same talk with Liam in the guys’ locker room.”

           Bitterly, I asked, “Well? What? Same results?”

           Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Kira. “Depends on what you said, Y/N.”

           Gasping, I smacked Kira’s arm. “Don’t you even think about selling me out!” I warned. She gave me a cool look before suggesting, “Well, then, maybe you should tell Stiles what you said. It’s you or me.”

           “I don’t want to tell Stiles!” I whined. “He’s just going to blab to Scott who will blab to Dunbar.”

           “Nonsense!” Stiles protested. “I am a trustworthy guy. I won’t tell Scott; I’ll tell Lydia. Who will probably tell Liam directly.”

           It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation. Kira, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell him crap.” Then I took off at full speed, shooting past and weaving through groups of guys. Being the smallest person on the team had its advantage- I was the fastest. Another thing that pissed Dunbar off about me.

           Because I could, as I sprinted past Scott and Dunbar, I shouted, “On your left!”

           “Go to hell!”  Dunbar yelled. I just laughed, “See you there, babe!”

           This went on for the next three laps: I would pass Dunbar, say something to him that would piss him off, and then zip on right ahead of him. On the fifth and final lap, when I came up behind him, I made a very dumb, split-second decision. I smacked Dunbar right on the ass before sprinting as fast and hard as I could.

           “That’s it.” I heard him growl.  Scott warned, “No, Liam, don’t-” But I guessed he didn’t listen. I didn’t bother looking back; I was almost at the stopping point. My lungs and legs burned, and the back of neck was sticky with sweat.

           Something hit my back, and then I was rolling. People started yelling, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying over the blood rushing through my ears.

           Dunbar glared down at me, and I fixed him with a fiery stare. “What the hell is your problem?” I screeched in his face, trying to worm my way out from underneath his body. His hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them to the ground beside me.

           “You’re my problem!” He barked. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up to the point my feet touched my butt. Using my hips, I thrust upwards and to the side, dumping him off of me. The move obviously took him by surprise.

           I was just about to start wailing on him when someone picked me up around the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I recognized those damn shoes. “Stiles!” I pounded on his back. “Put me down!”

           Stiles shook me slightly. “Um, no? Why would I do that? You guys are trying to kill each other! Again!

           “Stiles!” I thrashed against him, but nothing seemed to faze him. Suddenly tired, I let my arms hang limply, stretching towards the ground. Through Stiles’s legs, I could see Scott chewing Liam out. Kira came to his side, speaking quietly in Scott’s ear. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying because everyone was running over and yelling.

           Coach somehow overpowered them all. “Separate them! Stilinski, take Y/L/N over there! This has got to stop! McCall, you’re- taking Dunbar to the showers again. Fine. Whatever. Everyone, settle down! Take another lap to get all of that excitement out of your system.”

           Grunting, Stiles set me down. I watched Scott disappear into the school with Dunbar and Kira. I looked at Stiles, and then back at the doors. Stiles seemed to catch on. “No no no no no. Y/N, don’t you dare-”

           It was too late. I sprinted for the doors, ignoring Coach’s yells and Stiles’s promised shouts, “I’ll get her Coach! I’ve got her! You just go back to… coaching…”

           I knew that Stiles was sprinting after me- and that skinny bastard could move when he wanted to- so I pushed myself, throwing the door open and running as fast as I could for the boys’ locker room. As I pounded through the entry way, I could see shadows in the corner, and water running. Was the shower on?

           I skidded to a stop, peeking my head around the corner.

           Dunbar was puffing under a constant stream of water, back against the wall, eyes closed. Scott was squatting beside him; Kira was standing on his other side. “This has got to stop, dude.” Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re putting her in danger.”

           “Don’t you think I know that?” His eyes flashed open, a furious golden tint to them. “But she’s just so… and I can’t… and it pisses me off!” Dunbar slammed his fist into the tile, completely shattering it. Bits and pieces shot up, scattering all around him. “It’s like I can’t control myself around her! I get so angry because I can’t…” His voice caught in his throat. He shook his head. “And then I do something stupid…”

           Kira stroked his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “We know, Liam. Calm down. We’re going to figure something out.”

           “You guys keep saying that.” He closed his eyes again. In that moment, I found him… very nice looking. His gray shirt was soaked, clinging to his toned chest. Droplets slid down his neck; his hair looked darker, messy. His full lips were pink and inviting.

           “Because it’s true!” Kira insisted.

           Scott sighed. “Did you talk to her?” His mocha eyes were wide and earnest.

           Tentatively, Kira nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t want me to tell you.” When Scott gave her a look, she threw her hands up. “Hey, she is my best friend!”  

           I didn’t realize that Stiles had caught up until he announced, “Yeah, your best friend that part-times as a peeping tom!”


So I got caught. Dunbar was pissed, Kira was pissed, Scott was pissed, Stiles was pissed, Coach was pissed… everyone was ticked off.

           “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” Coach was beet red as he ranted in my face, “but that was the stupidest thing I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot, thanks to Greenberg.”

           Yawning, I watched the other players pick up their stuff and head to the locker rooms. “Coach, I’m pretty much immune to scolding. I’ve been bitched out three times today now. You might as well save your breath because I’m just tuning you out.”

           Coach sputtered.

           “Not trying to be disrespectful.” I tacked on at the end, hoping it wasn’t too late.

           “Well that was a nice save.” Coach waved his clipboard behind him. “Go ahead and meet Dunbar in the weight room. I left the equipment and cleaning supplies in there. I’ll be in my office. And if you two decide to fight, I won’t break it up. I’ll let you kill each other. I’m getting too old for this.” With that, Coach stalked back into the building.  


The weight room was exactly what it sounded like- it was a square building with one room that was filled with weights. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, and it always smelled like butt.

           Dunbar was already seated on the side of a treadmill, furiously wiping the inside of a helmet. “Nice of you to show up.” He snickered.

           “Yeah, well, I was getting my ass chewed. Does that make you feel any better?”

           “Loads.” He threw the can of Clorox wipes at me. “I’ve already started on the helmets. You wanna do the pads?”

           “If you lace up the sticks.” I consented. With an eye roll, he nodded. We worked in silence for the longest time, cleaning and fixing the gear. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Why weren’t we bickering? How come he was so quiet? What was he thinking about?

           Coach poked his head in. “It’s too quiet.” Dunbar and I just looked at each other. “I don’t believe this. It’s too weird. A little bit of yelling never hurt anybody.”

           Once he had left, Dunbar turned to me. “How much did you hear earlier?” He looked at me with his intense blue eyes. “Back in the locker room, I mean.”

           I mulled over my options. I could either lie or tell the truth. I figured that the truth would piss him off the most, so that’s what I told him. “You were talking about how angry I make you. Scott said that you were putting me in danger, and then you said that you couldn’t do something, and that it made you lose control. It made you really angry.”

           Dunbar ran his hand over his face. “Why did you even come in there, Y/N?” He sounded tired. Not upset in the slightest. Damn.

           I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was mad after you tackled me, and wanted to see why you always escape to the locker room with Scott.”

           He let out a puff of air, laying back across the treadmill. His shirt lifted a tad to reveal his stomach. “Okay, well, don’t do it again, alright?” I didn’t say anything. Dunbar laid there for a little while longer. Then he sat up abruptly. “You done with yours?”

           Nodding, I set the last elbow pad down. “Just finished.”

           He held open one of the bags and I began to stuff equipment inside. Once we had finished with that, we stowed everything away in the storage closet, and went to tell Coach that we were done.

           “Oh, you’re still alive.” He looked us over briefly before returning to whatever he was working on. “Go change out of your clothes; you both smell. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty. You’re going to be trying out some of these military workouts I found on YouTube the other day. I suggest eating a light breakfast.”

           Dreading tomorrow, Dunbar and I went our separate ways. The janitor was mopping up the girls’ locker room when I walked inside. “Hi.” I greeted softly. She just nodded and stepped out.

           I had just slipped into my clothes- thankfully- when the door swung open. In the threshold was a red-cheeked Dunbar, gripping his change of clothes with a sour expression.

           “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is the girls’ locker room.”

           “The boys’ locker room is closed. Coach just left and the janitor locked up.”

           “Really?” I crossed my arms. “How did you get your clothes then?”

           “I left them sitting out. The janitor was putting them in the lost and found when I caught up to her.”

           “Okay. Why can’t you change in the bathroom?”

           “Because they’re all locked.”

           “Just drive home in your gym clothes. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

           “No. I’m changing now.” Dunbar threw his clothes on the bench and yanked off his shirt. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on tying my shoes.

           Alright, I couldn’t help it. I kept sneaking peeks at him, watching his arms flex as he moved, back rippling, veins standing out along his arms and hands. It was confusing. He made me so angry, but at the same time…

           “What are you looking at?” I snapped out of it instantly, blinking. Dunbar had his shirt and jeans on now. “Do you like me or something?” He teased, shifting his weight on his sock-covered feet.

           I blanched. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t flatter yourself. Besides, I think you like me.” I smirked, feeling quite accomplished.

           “No, I’m pretty sure that you like me.” Dunbar sneered. “Maybe that’s why you like to push my buttons so much.”

           “You definitely like me.” I stood up, edging my way towards him. “Did you like having me under you earlier?”

           Dunbar stepped up to the plate; we were almost chest to chest. “Not as much as you did. ‘Cause you like me. I drive you crazy. Your heart beats faster whenever I’m around, and you don’t even realize it.”

           I put a finger on his chest to accentuate my point. “You like me, and it pisses you off because you think that you can’t have me.”

           He shook his head. “I don’t think; I know.” He looked at the ground between us. “It wouldn’t be safe for you.”

           “What, because you’ve got an I.E.D.? That’s stupid.” I cocked my head to the side as my voice took on a much softer quality. “Liam…”

           His blue eyes met mine. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispered.

           I wrinkled my nose. “What?”

           “You’ve never called me ‘Liam’ before. I’m always ‘Dunbar’.”

           “Oh,” I watched him chew on his lip. “I never noticed that.”

           “Yeah, well, I always do.”

           We didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. My heart was pounding in my ears at our close proximity. I could feel every breath he took, almost. It was hot- sweltering, even. I could feel my cheeks blazing.

           “Y/N?” Liam murmured. “Be honest with me for a second. What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

           “I would kiss you back.” I answered, blatantly honest. I didn’t have it in me to put up any pretenses; I was too captivated in the way his lips moved, wondering how they would feel and taste. “I’m not rude.”

           “Okay.” He breathed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “So, I’m going to kiss you now.”

           “Because you like me.” His tongue darted out to wet his nervous lips.

           “Only because you like me.”

           “That doesn’t make any sense.” I said, breathless. Our lips brushed each other as he spoke. “It sounded a lot better in my head.”

           That’s when I lost it. My patience, that is. My fingers knotted in his hair, pitching him forward. The second our lips met I sucked in a deep breath, molding my body to his, holding him as close to me as I could. Liam’s hands left my face to grip my hips and then slid down to my ass, squeezing, indulging in the soft supple skin. I bit down on his lower lip, earning a hiss.

           “Too soon?” He panted as his hands retreated to their position on my hips.

           “Bingo.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on his rosy lips.

           “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Just had to get you back for slapping my ass earlier.”

           I giggled. “Then I better have the opportunity to pin you down sometime.”

           “I am so okay with that.” Liam grinned, giving me a softer, more sensual kiss. I cupped his jaw, stretching on my tip toes, allowing his arms to wind around me, tugging me closer.

           “What the hell?” We both jerked away to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, red-faced Coach Finstock.

           Blushing, I shoved Liam’s chest. He didn’t even budge. “I thought you said that he was gone!”

           “I was!” Coach held up his coffee mug. “I forgot this. Now I’m wishing I had just left it.”

           “Nothing was happening-” Liam started to protest, but Coach cut him off. “Nothing was- Dunbar, you were making out in the locker room!” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “Is this why you two were so quiet earlier? Were you plotting? Maybe going for it on the mats?”

           Laughing, I shook my head. “Oh my God, no, Coach. We literally just found out that we like each other like five minutes ago.”

           Liam grinned. “So you do like me! You just admitted it!”

           “Oh my God, Dunbar, you’re so dense. Obviously I like you, otherwise I wouldn’t have just let you get away with groping my ass.”

           “I think I like it better when you call me Liam.” He said as Coach covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear any more! Go home and do whatever you like, just… not in my locker room, for God’s sake!”

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okay I'm in love with your blog like its so good and you are just precious?? I was just wondering if I could add a request to your list if you're not too busy.. Josh Dun hate fucking with y/n cause he's in love with her but she thinks she can't love so it's the only catharsis he has for his emotions and he just gets really rough because he's so angry about it. no preference on an ending they can end up together or just keep hate fucking or break it off you deciiiiiiide~

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Josh watched her leave again. She thought that he was never awake when she left every morning, but he was. He watched her put her clothes back on, grab her stuff and just leave. He never understood how this was so easy for her. 

Maybe it was because he loved her, and she would never love him back. She’d told him many times before that love is a lie. She said that it’s ‘basically just something people tell themselves so they can get a free fuck’. Josh couldn’t disagree more. Every time that he looked at her it was like he was seeing the world for the first time. Like nothing had ever made sense until she came along.

He’d never tell her how he felt. She would leave and never talk to him again. He didn’t know if he could take it if she did that. So here he was, seeing her every Saturday just to let all his anger out on her in the form of rough fucking. Pathetic. 

He didn’t want to be rough. He wanted to be slow and passionate. He’d never kissed her, in the several months that they’d known each other. She had a rule against it. She claimed that kissing was something people who thought love was a real thing did. He wished he could prove her wrong. He wished that she could see how much he loved her.

He got out of bed, pulling his clothes on and fixing his hair. More texts from Tyler. He needed to get his hair cut today. He needed to go grocery shopping. So many things he could do to take his mind off of her. He read Tyler’s text messages.

“Is Y/N gone yet?”

“You know she’s not good for you.” 

“She’s only going to break your heart.”

“Dude, answer my texts.”


Josh chuckled, texing Tyler a quick ‘hello’ before locking his phone. Josh supposed that Tyler didn’t know that Josh realized all of these things. Josh knew that Y/N would only hurt him more. She wasn’t the sweet, poetic type. She was the type of girl who would take your shit, rip your heart out, and stomp it into the ground. 

She wore dark leather pants and crop-tops two sizes too small for her. She wasn’t the type of girl to curl up on the couch and read books with you. She would never watch Disney movies and throw popcorn at you. She was only after one thing. Sex.

Josh needed to break it off. She wasn’t even his type. Maybe he just loved her because she was the only girl who ever gave him attention. He’d only ever remembered one time when he saw any kind of genuine emotion from her. They were walking to his apartment, and she hesitated for a second. Her fingers fluttered over the glass window of a small bookstore. Her eyes were on a small, pathetic-looking copy of Alice In Wonderland. 

It didn’t seem like her at all. Her face showed longing, and a smidgen of happiness. He’d bought the book the very next day. For her. But he’d never had the guts to give it to her. The only emotion her eyes had ever held when around Josh was lust and a bit of hate. 

Josh removed the thought from his conscious mind. Maybe it was just a weird thing she’d done. Maybe it had no meaning. He grabbed his keys and his wallet. He needed to cut her out of his life, and he needed to do it now. No more of this. No more crying in the silence of his bedroom. No more moping around when she ignored him.

He left his house, walking over to her apartment. He’d never seen the inside. She’d never let him in. She’d always made him wait outside. He climbed the several flights of stairs, stopping in front of her door. He hesitated. Did he really want her to leave? He did. He knocked on the door.

“Just a second! I need to get my wallet!” She yelled.

She must have thought he was someone else. She opened the door, a wad of cash in her hand. Her outfit was something Josh had never seen on her. A baggy, beige sweater and black sweatpants. A pair of Hello Kitty socks were on her feet. She blushed deeply, gasping a little. She wasn’t wearing the heavy makeup Josh normally saw on her. The only makeup Josh really noticed on her was eyeliner done with a precise hand.

“Josh, uh, w-what are you doing here?” She stammered.

Another thing she’d never done in front of him. She was always so precise with her words. She never stuttered, never even paused when she spoke. It was like she read off a script in her head. Josh almost gasped too. It was like she did a complete 180° when she came home. 

“I… came to tell you that I don’t want to see you anymore.” Josh said.

She looked down at her socks. “Oh. Okay.” She said blankly.

“That’s it? We’ve been fucking for months and you don’t care that I don’t want to see you anymore? God, if you weren’t a heartless bitch before you definitely are now.” Josh snapped.

She looked up at him, tears starting to pool in her eyes, “What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I don’t have anything to be sorry for. If you don’t want to see me anymore then fine. It’s not like you’re hurting me.” she snapped.

“Clearly I am. You’re the one crying here.” Josh replied, crossing his arms.

She wiped her eyes carefully with her sleeves. “I cry when I’m angry.” She mumbled.

“Well, it’s the first time you’ve shown any emotion. You’re practically a sex doll when you’re around me.” Josh said coldly.

She stepped forward, shoving him roughly. “That’s what you wanted! That’s what every man wants! They don’t want their women to talk or think for themselves! They want their woman to shut up and do as they say! I was sick of people trying to beat me down for being a normal person, so I became exactly what everyone wanted, and it’s still not enough! If you can’t handle me as acting like a two-dimensional sex doll then obviously you can’t handle me as a real person!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Josh was so shocked he couldn’t form words. It was just an act? Did she really think that Josh wanted her to just sit down and shut up? Josh grabbed her hand before she could walk away.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be two-dimensional. I don’t want to tell you what to say. I want you to think for yourself and be who you already are. I would take the way you look right now over anything else. The real you is pretty damn great.” Josh said. She looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. Josh let go of her hand, reaching into his basketball shorts and pulling the book out. “I was… going to give you this a while ago, but I didn’t want to ruin anything. I saw the way you looked at it.” He said sheepishly.

She took the book from him, and delicately flipped to the last page. The last page contained a small note that Josh couldn’t really make out. “My dad gave this to me. I had to sell it, along with a lot of my stuff.” She said, setting the book on a side table. 

“I meant what I said, you know.” Josh said, messing with his hair.

“I believe you.” She replied quietly, fiddling with the edges of her sleeves, her eyes flicking up to Josh’s for a single second.

“Then will you please just be yourself around me? Even if it’s only in private?” He asked.

She thought for a moment, and nodded gently. “If you want, you can come inside and eat some pizza with me.” She said awkwardly.

“I’d love to.” Josh said.

“Josh?” She asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Remember what I said about love?” She asked. Josh nodded, fiddling nervously with his hands. “Well, I lied. I said it because I didn’t want to scare you away. But… I love you. A lot.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Josh cupped her cheeks, pressing his lips to hers. “I love you too.” He said.

“Oh.” She said quietly. 

They both broke into dorky giggles, leaning close to each other. 

“Uh, is this apartment 48b?” They heard.

They broke apart immediately, blushing deeply. “Y-yeah.” Y/N said.

Just kidding, haha. No pain this time.

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Fall in love again

Tittle: Fall in Love Again

Pairing(s): Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

                  Robbie Kay x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: G

Warning: None

   “Can we talk?” Thomas asked the moment I opened my door. I stared at him for a moment before nodding, my mind racing a head to try and figure out just what it was we needed to talk about.

 “Of course, come in.” I said after a moment, my words earning a soft smile from the boy. As I stepped aside to let him, I let myself look at him, really look at him. He was gorgeous. His light brown hair was pushed to the side, styled so it was messy yet neat. His dark brown eyes were casted downwards as he tried hard to avoid my own. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, that sat snugly on his waist, a white t-shirt that was barely visible under his tanned leather jacket. Everything about him made my heart race, but this time instead of pure joy, it was with fear. Fear of what he had to say that caused him to look like he was just told he needed to have teeth pulled.

  “Look there is no easy way to say this, so I`m just going to come out and say it. I`ll make it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.” He said as he came to a stop in the middle of the foyer, barely giving me enough to close the door let alone turn around and face him. “We need to take a break, maybe see the other people.”

 I stared at him, trying hard to make sense of this. I had assumed everything was good between us. For the last twelve  months I had assumed the two of us were fine. Thomas still held me tightly against his side as we walked around town, making sure everyone knew that I was his. He had made me believe that I we were good, only to spring this on me. “Why?” I asked, shaking my head at the boy.

  “You deserve better, it`s that simple. Other than the fact that I have romantic feelings for you, I can`t be sure how I feel. You are a smart, beautiful and amazing girl Y/n you deserve the world. You deserve to be with someone who knows just how they feel about you.” Thomas said softly, his voice begging me to understand. I remand silent only staring quietly at the boy. “I am sorry, really I am.”

  “Just go, please.” I said softly, moving away from the door as he slowly made his way towards it.

  “Would my saying I didn’t want it to end like this help?”

  “No Thomas it wouldn’t. I`m in love with you, I have been for months. So just go, please.” I begged. He stared at me for a moment before nodding, pain and regret written clearly all over his face. He gave me one last sad smile before left. As the door clicked shut behind him, I feel to my knees, letting the tears I had been holding back fall freely.

  I stayed there, crying until I finally passed out. The last thing I remember was my best friends Jason and Katie coming into the house, both of them silently promising me that everything was going to be okay.

 “You need to get out there, have fun.” Katie sighed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder when I continued to ignore her. Her and Jason were both trying to convince me to go out to a club. I was refusing, not because of the fact that it had been six months since I heard from Thomas, but because I was never a fan of clubs. Normally my two best friends understood that, but today they were refusing to back down.

  “Come on Y/n it will be fun and you need to get out.” Jason huffed as he sat down beside me, his jet black hair tickling my cheek when he layed his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to ignore his forest green ones that were begging me to give in. When I made no move to so, Katie knelt down in front of me, grabbing my face in my hands and forcing me to meet her steady blue eyed glare.

  “You are going out. You are going to put on that little black dress that you got last year, the one that hugs every curve right, and cuts off above the knee. You are going to where your black strappy stilettos. I am going to do your hair and make up. Then you, Jason and I are going to out and dance and drink until we can barely walk. Do I make myself clear?” She demanded, her tone telling me that it would be useless to argue with her, so I simply nodded. Deciding it would be better to give in then to face the wrath of Katie.

 “Good. Now go get into the black dress and heels.” Katie said with a bright smile. I sighed and got up, sending Jason a “save me” look as I walked past my giggling best friend. I let out a yelp when Katie`s hand connected to my ass in a sharp slap. “Move that pretty little ass of yours women, we don`t have all night.”

 “Yeah, yeah I`m going.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes at her as I walked into my closet. Not for the first time, I was thankful that it was big enough for me to change in, not that I spared much thought of changing in front of my friends. They have seen me change plenty of times before, as I have seen them.

  “If you aren’t dressed in three minutes I`m coming in there and dragging you out.” Jason yelled out earning a groan from me.

 “I`m moving.” I yelled back, rolling my eyes to myself before I threw my shirt to the side, my pants following my shirt. I grumbled to myself as I pulled the dress in question off the hanger and over my body.  Once I the black dress on and smoothed out over my body I made my way out of the closet, bending down to grab my heels.

  “Damn girl if I wasn’t gay I would do you.” Jason whistled, laughing when I rolled my eyes at him.

  “Wait until I`m done with her, then you really will.” Katie giggled as she pushed me down on the stool that sat in front of my make up counter. The moment she had me sitting down she started on my hair, barely waiting for me to get comfortable until she started.

  “Have I mentioned Thomas was a moron?” She hummed as she plugged in the curling iron.

  “Once or twice.” I sighed. “But I mean at least he called it off right?”

  “He could have done that months before he did, it doesn’t take a year to figure out that you don`t have feelings for someone.” Jason snapped. “He strung you along for a year, he`s a moron.”

  “But he`s still a good guy, I really good guy.”  I sighed, earning a scoff from both of my friends.

  “Yeah, sure good guy.” Katie laughed as she pulled a strand of my hair and gently wrapped it around the metal iron.

  “Honestly guys he is a good guy, so lets just drop it.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as Katie continued to work on my hair.

 I let out a huff of annoyance as I watched as my best friends instantly ditched me to go dance with a couple of strangers. I shook my head as I turned back to the bar, waving my hand to get the bar tenders attention.

  “Another sour cherry vodka please?” I asked when the bar tender made his way towards me. He nodded and started making my drink.

  “Bad day?” He asked as he prepared my drink.

 “Bad six months to be honest you. My boyfriend dumped me and then when my best friends talked me into going out they ditched me.”

  “Sounds like you need better friends and drink. This is one is on me.”

  “Thanks. You don`t have to do that you know.”

  “Look I know what it`s like. From the sounds of things you liked that boy and your friends aren’t being your friends right now. So take the drink and go talk to the boy at the end of the bar who has been staring at you all night.” The guy laughed, pushing my drink in front of me and nodding towards the left. I followed his direction and instantly blush.

  The boy reminded me a little of Thomas both boys had messy yet neat feather light brown hair. His eyes, though green, still held a kind hearted tender look. He was tall and was wearing in a black shirt that hugged his chest, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. When he noticed I was looking at him he smiled and waved me over, raising an eye brow at me when I shook my head with a laugh. He waved me over again, laughing at me when I finally got up and finally slowly started making my way towards him.

  “Hey I`m Robbie.” He yelled over the music as I sat down beside him. 

  “Hey I`m Y/n.” I yelled back with a smile.

  “So you look pretty bored.”

  “My friends ditched me.” I answered, earning a sad look from the boy.

  “Well then it`s a good thing I`m sitting here alone, so you can have someone here.” He answered.

  “Yeah I suppose it is.” I giggled, leaning in towards him so I could hear him better. He smiled at me as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

  “So why don`t you tell me about yourself?” He asked, his breath fanning across my face as he spoke. I chuckled and glanced up at him, my breath being knocked out of me when I locked eyes with his.

  “There isn`t much to tell.” I giggled, taking a sip of my drink as I smiled at him.

  “Really because I figured that someone as beautiful as you has a lot to tell.” He hummed, reaching over to push my hair behind my ear.

  “I well thank you.” I giggled, smiling at him before I started to answer the questions that he was asking.

 “Robbie.” I squealed as Robbie pulled me against his chest, wiping the whip cream on my nose.

  “You said you wanted some more whip cream.” Robbie laughed as he peppered kisses along my jaw.

  “Not on my nose.” I giggled turning my head so I could wipe the whip cream onto his cheek. He gasped as at me as in fake shock before he started to tickle my sides, laughing as he followed to the ground, his fingers continuing to attack my sides.

  “Tell you love me and I`ll stop.” He chuckled, digging his fingers into my sides.

  “Fine, fine I love you.” I laughed, breathing out a sigh of relief when he finally stopped.

  “Good because I love you too.” He hummed, smiling at me before he pressed his lips against mine. I sighed into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his waist.

  “I mean it.” He muttered against my lips, his lips brushing gently against mine. “I love you.”

  “Hmm I know you did.” I hummed, running my hands up his back, smiling at him as I ran my finger through his hair. “And I meant it too. I love you Robbie.”

  “Good because if you didn’t I swear I would go nuts.” He chuckled, smiling down to press his lips against my own again. I hummed and moved my hand to the back of his neck, holding him tightly against me. His tongue has just slipped into my mouth when there was knock on my door, both of us groaning as we pulled apart.

  “I`ll get it.” I hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before moving out from under him. I smiled at him before I headed to the door.

  “I`ll come with you.” Robbie laughed, running at me and pulling me tightly against his chest. I giggled and opened the door, letting out a surprised gasp when I saw Thomas standing with flowers on my door step.

 “Look I know I fucked up and I see that you have moved on, but I need to tell you that I was stupid. I am in love with you Y/n and leaving you was the worst mistake I ever made.” Thomas rushed out, gulping when Robbie glowered at him.

  “So do you want her to break up with me and go back with you?” Robbie asked, his voice sharp.


  “Then why the hell are you here.”

  “She loved me once, the way we left things were bad, I just thought she deserved to know I was in love with her.” Thomas said, giving me a soft smile as he handed me the flowers.

  “Thank you.”

  “Your welcome. Oh and Y/n I`ll be waiting for him to screw up.” Thomas said, giving me a soft smirk before he turned and headed towards his car.

  “I am going to hit him.” Robbie snarled.

 “Easy baby, I love you. There is no need to go around hitting people.” I hummed as I turned around in his arms so I could lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

  “So long as he knows your mine.” He hummed against my lips.

  “He does baby boy. But if you want we can prove it to him.” I hummed smirking as he ran his hands down my back to grasp my ass.

  “Yeah lets prove it to the whole damn neighborhood.” He hummed pulling back to smile at me, his eyes locked on me as he watched me kick the door shut.

  “Then lets go to my room.” I whispered, catching my lip between my teeth as I lead him up towards the stairs.

Anniversary Surprise


I woke up today to the smell of pancakes and cinnamon toast. Two of my favorites. I got up and slipped into one of Nate’s sweatshirts which reeked of weed and cologne from the night before. I  quickly walked to the kitchen, feeling my stomach growl.

“Good Morning baby.” I greeted Nate followed by a quick peck on the lips.

“Good Morning to you too and also Happy one year Anniversary.” He responded, starting to set up the table.

Shit I almost forgot. I needed to go the mall and get a few last minute things for my surprise for Nate.

“Happy Anniversary to you too.” I sat down and began eating.

“My god Nate this is amazing.” I complimented, my mouth still full of food.

He laughed at my lack of manners but thanked me. I quickly finished my breakfast and told Nate that my best friend Julia and I were going to the mall and I’d be back soon. I got my keys and walked out the door. I drove to Julia’s house and honked my horn a couple time before I saw Julia walk out the door and flip me off for making so much noise.

“You have to stop honking and just text when you’re here or you’ll wake up my neighbors and trust me you don’t want to do that.” Julia scolded me.

I laughed it off and drove to the mall. When we got there, I dragged her straight to Victoria’s Secret. She rolled her eyes knowing exactly why I was here.

“Do I have to be here for you to pick out an outfit for Nate just rip it off of you as soon as he sees you?” The annoyance clear in her voice.

I walked straight up to the bombshell bra and looked for the sexiest one there. Once I found it I picked my size and matching underwear and went to check out. Julia seemed relieved but I wasn’t done yet. I then dragged her to Fredericks. I went in there and went straight for the garter belts.

When I found the one that went perfectly with the rest of my outfit and purchased it. To reward Julia for her patience with me, we got ice cream and I told her my plan for Nate, which she covered her ears for most of it. After I dropped her home and drove back to Nate and my place. I parked the car and grabbed my bags. I walked in and noticed how quick it was.

“Nate?” I called out but got no response. I put my bags in the closet so Nate wouldn’t find it and then looked outside. Nate’s car was there so I knew he was home.

“Nate, baby where are you?” I called out again followed with no response.

I began walking up stairs, when I saw a very dim light coming from our bedroom. I slowly walked towards the room and slowly opened the door.

“*Gasp* Oh my god! Nate!” I came face to face with a shirtless Nate on my bed with candles lining the room and rose petals on the bed.

It was extremely cliche but also very arousing. Nate didn’t say anything and just got up to the speakers on the dresser and pressed play. Slow Motion by Trey Songz filled the room and my ears. This was our favorite song and I always teased Nate saying he should dance for me to this song and night he finally was.

Nate still not speaking comes up to me and grabs my wrist guiding me to the bed where he lays me down.

“Tonight is my night to show you how much you mean, whatever you had planned can be postponed for tomorrow because today is all about you and your need.” He says his voice raspy and deep making my panties become damp.

Nate crawls on top of me and begins grinding to the song. Rotating his hips and whispering the lyrics in my head was all he needed to do for me to go crazy. My underwear were soaked at this point and I had began moaning.

He was moving very slow to go along with the lyrics of the song, leaving me in complete agony.Nated began kissing and sucking on my neck making sure to leave marks all over me. ¾ths of the way through the song I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugh Nate just fuck me already!” I groaned.

“Your wish is my command.” He said before slamming his lips into mine.

Our lips moved in sync as I felt Nate’s hand move down to my shorts and began rubbing me over my clothes. I moaned in the kiss and tugged on his shirt begging for more. He broke the kiss and took his shirt off giving me time to take mine off too.

He reached behind my back and undid my bra throwing it across the room. He kissed his way done my torso coming down to my shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down with my underwear. He started kissing my inner thighs. He licked my center once and began blowing, sending chills down my spine leaving me shivering. He looked up at me and winked before connecting his mouth on my clit.

He sucked and tugged on my center, my whole body in utter pleasure. He could tell I was getting close so he started tongue fucking me grazing my G-spot every time. Just enough to make me go wild. I felt my core begin contracting telling me I was about to reach the edge. Nate could tell to which only made him go faster.

Seconds later, I reached my high and Nate just stayed there just letting me ride my high out on his tongue. He got off the bed for a few seconds to get a condom, leaving shaking from the mind blowing orgasm he just gave me. He came back and took off his pants and underwear allowing his hard on to spring up and hit his stomach.

He climbed on top of me and then flipped us over. He picked me up and positioned me on top of me and let me slowly let him enter me until he was fully in. When I finally adjusted, I began bouncing up and down. My moans and his moans filled the room completely, overpowering the music that we didn’t even realize was still on.

I loved to watch Nate’s face while I ride and tonight was no different. His face was scrunched up with his eyes squeezed shut and his his mouth parted slightly. Just looking at him made me closer to my high. I laid my hands on his chest to give me more leverage which only intensified the feeling. Which caused me to dig my nails into Nate’s chest with out noticing .

“Shit fuck Im so close” Nate moaned

Seconds later I reached my high and triggered Nate to reach his. we rode our highs out. I rolled off of him and began trying to catch my breathe.

“Ugh Y/N… do you… want to.. smoke a joint up with me?” He said still trying to catch his breathe

I giggled and gave a small “of course.”