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Saudade [2]

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
✥ genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
✥ word count: 3.863
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: mylord end me. i have absolutely no hint of a plot whatsoever so im making this into something along the lines of a three part story. like three stages of heartbreak or somthing along those lines. take it, eat it and shit it out im done with everything bless you. 

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3                                 

Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost


You coughed, surprising yourself. A burning sensation started to travel up from your abdomen to your throat.  You started to cough so hard you felt like throwing up.

A wave of pain suddenly washed over you; it was exquisite and debilitating. For you, it was the worst burning sensation you had ever felt. Your throat gurgled as you struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Your body was shaking. Slowly breathing hard, your hand shot to your side, clutching it as an electric shock from the pit of your stomach ran throughout your body, and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape. You fell to your knees, hands stretched out in front of you on the ground for support.

You felt something caught in your throat. Then, you sputtered out something – something dry.

There, you saw it.

Your eyes went wide and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You scooped it up in your hands, fighting the urge to cry.  

In your palm lay a familiar cluster of rose petals.

With a burst of anger, you threw away the petals, now littering the washroom floor. Biting back tears, you slumped your head against the cabinet in defeat. You watched the petals splay across the floor with an unwavering gaze as their fiery red orb of light slowly sank into threads of light, dyeing the petals first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the petals were a chalky mauve.

Coughing out flowers sounded like a curse out of a fairy-tale – one that could never and would never exist in the real world. It was too beautiful, too unearthly to be true. However, when you first started coughing out tiny rose petals, you found out that you were cursed with the Hanahaki disease.

The disease started when you met Jungkook. The two of you were five-year-olds, innocent as day. Jungkook moved next door and he had reluctantly joined your tea party and a friendship slowly blossomed between the two of you. You had not have begun to cough flowers just yet. The two of you were far too young to experience any form of puppy love.

The first time you coughed out rose petals, the two of you were ten. Sitting near the edge of a lake, Jungkook had opened up to you and as his best friend, you listened. He told you about his crush on another girl in your class. When he first mentioned her name and how much he had a crush on her, your chest tightened, and your throat felt as if something was clogging it up. You gasped for air, and Jungkook thumped your back and a handful of rose petals fell onto your lap.

Screams erupted from both your lips and Jungkook practically carried you all the way back, even though you resisted his offer. Jungkook went home that night, thinking that you had accidentally eaten some flowers as a joke and everything was normal again. It was that night when your mother explained the Hanahaki disease to you for the first time.

It was said that a witch once cursed the entire women of a village for loving the village head – someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Although finding your soulmate was, and still is a rarity, the witch cursed them with the Hanahaki disease. The flower that grew within you would be different for each person – it would reflect the splashes of colors you had painted for their soulmate to see.

Your mother had explained how she too, used to cough out flowers when she was a little girl because she was in love with your father but he never reciprocated her feelings until later. It was a fatal disease, for the growing flowers would eventually clog up your respiratory system. The disease could only be removed if one undergoes an operation to remove the flowers, along with their feelings.

Jungkook’s crush with that girl in his class didn’t last very long, and thankfully, the flower petals stopped for a period of time. However, flash forward to your second year in high school, things were different now with you and Jungkook. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and the two of you spoke and hung out together a lot; but the only thing that was different was your love for Jungkook and Jungkook’s love for someone else.

It was like history repeated itself when he had told you that he planned to ask out your sister. He’s always fancied her, you’ve just been in denial for the entire time.

You sat under the sunset, reading a book when he first told you.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask Hyojin out,” he had mentioned out of the blue. Your chest tightened, the same way it did when you were ten. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like your –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on my water when I laid down,” you lied, clutching your chest and covering your mouth to prevent yourself from coughing out any more petals.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

You thumped your chest and the tightening feeling disappeared for a while. “Just go straight up to her and tell her,” you said. “Look she’s right there,” you pointed out to your sister, who was much prettier, perfect and definitely much more of Jungkook’s type than you ever were.

With a small smile, he ruffled your hair. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for,” were his last words to you before Hyojin accepted his confession.

That night, you tossed and turned in your sleep, until you gave up. It was three AM, you sat on your bed, coughing out petal after petal, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your chest. The endless stream of petals seemed as if it would never stop, likewise with your tears as one single word ran through your mind. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. How ironic was it that he was as beautiful as the flowers you were coughing out?

You shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself before you were forced to go outside once again. On your knees, you and gathered the petals and dropped them into the toilet, flushing them away. You stared at the bowl as the petals swirled through the water, whirled away from you.

You stood up, gripping the side of the vanity. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach. You felt slightly nauseous, just enough to make you hold onto the table for support and breath slow. You’ve often prized yourself in ignoring the pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn’t possible right now. It owned you, dominated every thought, and controlled your every action.

You stared into the mirror in front of you. Your hair was sticking to the sides of your face as a thin sheet of perspiration glistened on your neck and forehead. Your cheeks were flushed and the tip of your nose was pink from crying. Dried up tears were streaked across your face, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. There was something solemn swimming in your eyes. Their stunning, deep brown held a truth that your face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away; you couldn’t bear it. A lone tear rolled down your cheek.

And so, the world turned into a blur along with all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. You paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside of you but you couldn’t. Another tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. Your chin trembled as if you were a small child. You breathed heavier than you ever had before.

You heard the door creak open, the sound of footsteps coming to halt.

“Oh shit,” you heard a panicked voice curse from the doorway.

Your heart missed a beat.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked…” his voice trailed off the moment his eyes landed on you.

Through the mirror in front of you, you saw him.

“I-I was j-just leaving.”

Immediately, your hand flew to your face, wiping away your tears. You quickly removed the strands of hair sticking to the side of your face. You didn’t wait for a response as you tried to leave the washroom – you were beyond mortified.

You felt a hand firmly grasp your arm, halting you from moving any further. a soft whimper left your mouth as you desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp. you tried your hardest not to look at him. you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Jungkook,” you choked out as you wilted under the heat of his stare. Your eyes trailed up to meet his. The two of you were standing in the washroom, staring at each other. Your stomach filled with a sense of fear and excitement. Time seemed to stop as those eyes met your own.

His touch was as gentle as silence but was still firm, unwilling to let go of you. You brought your head down to look at his chest instead.

“Jungkook, l-let go of me,” you repeated, your voice came out as a whimper. The familiar scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose and invaded your senses. You needed to get out. Now.

When Jungkook spoke, his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy – similar to when you two were on the rooftop a few months ago.  

“Y/N,” Jungkook paused, it was the first time in months you had heard his voice say your name. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was as light as a whisper but heavy with emotion.  

You tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes landed on his jaw and trailed up his cheeks to meet his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears.

“For what?” you felt your stomach as it clenched and unclenched, You were worried that the petals would come straight back up.

“For everything,” his voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Just like that, your brain powered down, unable to process what was happening. A thousand different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he let out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words gave him relief. “I’m sorry I left you like that, for what I said to you,” he took in a breath, “ever since that night, I’ve physically felt your absence.” His voice got softer, “missing you is the hardest part of my day.”

You couldn’t speak, it felt like you were swimming through a fog.

“Then why did you leave?” the back of your eyes burned with tears.

“I—I, I was confused. I didn’t understand what I was doing,” he shook his head.

Confused?” you pressed. A swinging, seasick feeling took over your head, “you were my best friend.”

“I know,” again he looked troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words. “I–,” he opened his mouth to apologize again when you stopped him.

“Don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from rising. The anger was vibrating, ripping through you like a live current. “Don’t say it because I know you don’t mean it,” your vision got blurry. “I loved you. You were my one thing. My—,” the sickness surged up and you took a step forward, clenching your fists, blinded with rage. “Why did you have to take the one thing that made me happy? Why did you take it? Why do you always take everything?” you felt hot tears rolling down your face. “Did you even miss me?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened, but for a reason unknown to you, he closed it. You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence.

You scoffed, “I knew it.”

“Y/N –,” his eyes flashed with guilt.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp and pulled yourself away from him. “Why do I even waste my time,” you said under your breath as you tried to push past him once again.

“No,Y/N!” Jungkook grabbed you by your shoulders, “I missed you every single hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me,” his voice was strained by the time he finished talking.    

You saw how he was staring at you. You couldn’t bear to see the way he was looking at you. His eyes bore into yours and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. Jungkook bit his lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth – your heart sank. You swallowed hard and looked away, hating the weakness of your spirit. You were more than this. You were stronger than this. But damn it, this hurt.

It hurt because he was the man responsible for making you burn. For making you feel like a woman. It hurt because it had been a trick. An illusion. And it hurt most of all because he did not see you the way you saw him.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me,” Jungkook pled, “Don’t walk away from me,” tears had poured from his eyes. It was from pure pain and surrender.

Your eyes enthralled on him. His eyes were like crisp toffee drizzled in melted chocolate and framed with darling lashes. A blade nose and burrowed cheekbones, his appearance only to die for. You couldn’t help to notice leathery black strands flopping over his face which to your distaste was veiling some of his enticing features. So perfect, yet so frustrating that you could bear no social contact with that sensuous man. Damnit.

Jungkook did not belong to you, he belonged to your sister – Hyojin. She loved him, and you loved your sister. But you also loved Jungkook. You couldn’t break your sister’s heart, even if it meant breaking yours

“I’m good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it. You immediately regretted your words as soon as you thought of them, but you had no other choice.

You felt his hands drop from your shoulders in shock. Without sparing him another glance, you raced out of the room.

Your muffled sobs went unheard as you entered the living room. Immediately, you were hit with a suffocating wave of humidity. The air stunk with sweat and alcohol. Music blasted from the speakers and bounced off the walls of the house at a deafening volume. You could hear everyone screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around you. Without looking, their smiles extended towards you, attempting to rope you into one of their conversations. You saw people dancing – their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colors that you were resentful of. You saw your sister, Hyojin, catch your gaze and attempted to pull you towards her group of friends. You simply looked away and headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was closed off and separated from the living room to which you were immensely grateful for. Along with you, there were a couple of people in a circle off to the side of the room, happily chatting amongst their selves.  You walked to the counter and spotted a jug full of what you assumed to be water and poured some for yourself. You were never a fan of parties, especially not your sister’s and his first anniversary.  

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” you heard a light voice come from behind you.

Scared, you dropped the cup and splashed the contents of your beverage all over the kitchen counter and onto your dress.

Shit, you swore under your breath as you vigorously tried to rub off the liquid from your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man step toward you. His hand was stretched out to stop yours from moving. You turned to look at the man that caused you to ruin your dress and for a moment, you stopped breathing.

His hair was black as the wintry night; eyes as deeply dark as were the desert skies. His beauty was as fervent as a fiery moon.

“Oh, did I scare you?” you heard him say with a small smile. “Ah, don’t worry about your dress. Vodka doesn’t stain.”


He nodded. The man offered you a comforting smile as he leaned against the wall. “Mostly vodka, there’s a whole lot of other shit in there.”

You laughed and immediately regretted it as you felt your head begin to hurt. You pressed your hand against your temple, feeling it pound under your fingertips.

“Normally people get head splitting migraines after they get drunk,” he playfully teased you. You lightly hit his arm.

“Do you want some water?” he asked you. You nodded your head before you clutched your eyes together. The pain was getting worse.

He walked to the back of the kitchen, bringing back a bottle for you. “Here,” he gave you a plastic water bottle. Grateful, you muttered a rushed thank you and immediately gulped down the clear liquid. You hadn’t realized how parched your throat was until that moment.

“Whoa there, slow down. You’re going to ch—“

You coughed out some water as you choked on it. A warm hand patted your back as you gripped onto the edge of the sink in front of you.

“Today just isn’t my day,” you awkwardly laughed.

You turned around to face the man once again. His eyes were as dark as ebony, looking straight at you with a hint of curiosity. He reminded you of the night – he was as fair as a star when only one was shining in the sky.

His eyes smiled as he stretched out his hand towards your own, “Min Yoongi.” You were slightly taken aback at the sudden introduction, but slowly, you returned the handshake, feeling his soft hands carefully grasp your own and shake it. You told him your name and you heard him hum in acknowledgment.

The man’s eyes slowly crinkled at the corners, his lips twisting from the side. His eyes formed into small crescents, similar to Jungkook – the ones you fell in love with.

Your chest began to constrict and you felt yourself about to cough at the mere thought of Jungkook. Hastily, you reached for the water bottle again and drank from it, trying to suppress your urge to throw up right there and then. You looked back to see a concerned expression on the man’s face.

You offered him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry you had to witness all of that. I’m normally not like this. On regular nights, I can drink water without choking on it,”

He kept looking at you, his face grew serious, “what makes tonight any different?”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you made any motion to respond. You mentally debated if you should tell him about Jungkook. You hadn’t talked - couldn’t talk to anyone about this particular matter and Yoongi looked genuinely interested in what you had to say. You heaved a sigh and turned to look at him. “Tonight, I lost my best friend because I was stupid enough to fall in love with him,” the reality of the situation hit you after you admitted it out loud.

Yoongi made no comment. Instead, he leaned in, resting his arm on the counter top. His eyes flashed with concern as he waited for you to continue.

With an intake of breath, you poured your heart out to a complete stranger.

“For months now, a - a stone has been sitting on my heart. I’ve shed a lot of tears over him, lost a lot of sleep, and eaten a lot of cake batter. But now, after tonight, I have to move on. Life is going to be hell if I don’t shake loose from the grip he has on my heart. Even if he feels like the one. Even if I’ve always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still has a choke chain on my heart. But I can’t,” you looked at him, “Yoongi, I can’t shake him loose from the grip he has on me. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.”

His eyes showed you the kind of gentle concern your mother used to show you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you thought you would, you were soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if you were wrapped in a blanket of his caring.

“I don’t think anyone can give you advice when you’ve got a broken heart. But, think of it this way: you can’t have heartbreak without love,“ he pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.”

You took a minute to let his words sink in. Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder, now sliding down to hold your arm, squeezing it slightly. You couldn’t help but ask him a question that’s been eating at you ever since you were left alone on the rooftop.

“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

“Always,” he said. You could see the silver of pain hidden deep inside his starry eyes.


He looked at you intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly, he said something that sent chills down your spine.

Y/N, the heart was made to be broken.”

4 | Save Me

word count: 3,076
not as long as usual woo

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. this chapter has mentions of not eating idk if i should disclose that but here we are

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“Taehyung. They’ve found the professor.”

“Y/N, are you awake? They want to go over the plan one last time.” Hoseok stood in the doorway to your grey haven, not trying to hide his bright and showy smile, “Namjoon’s waiting.”

“I’ll be there in a sec, just let me get dressed first.”

It had been three days since the whereabouts of your old professor Mr Lee had was discovered. Three days since Jimin had been shot. Three days since you had shot the leader of a rival gang. Three days since Namjoon had almost killed you for being so reckless.
Only nightmares and dread pooled your thoughts, you couldn’t believe that you had actually shot somebody. Much to gang Bangtan’s dismay, you hadn’t eaten or had a good nights sleep since the night the bullet penetrated Jackson’s shoulder, you were still in shock.
If things weren’t already problematic enough, Mr Lee had been spotted too close to HQ for comfort, and he was looking for you. The professor you once trusted had now put a price on your head. Since the elusive man was seen back in town almost 60 people in the ‘industry’ had been killed, everybody suspected he was to blame. The odds of survival weren’t in your favour.

Walking downstairs into the lounge you saw everybody seated. Namjoon was sitting in an old eccentric armchair separate from the others. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung sat on the same long luxurious sofa, with Hoseok perched on the arm next to Jungkook. Jin and Yoongi were sat on the edge of the coffee table, their backs facing you. The seven men abruptly stopped their conversation when Taehyung caught a glimpse of you, both he and Jimin immediately stood up so you had somewhere to sit. Yoongi scoffed scornfully at their action, ridiculing them,

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I Hate You || Jack Maynard Imagine

“Y/N? Is that you?” I spin around, and come face to face, with the one person I thought I would never have to see again. Jack Maynard. I rake my eyes over his body and back up to his face. He hasn’t changed since we were fifteen.

“Um, yeah that’s me.” I trail off, turning back to the steaming coffee sitting on the table before me. The memories, of us and how much we hated each other run through my head. I sense him walking around me and out the door.

“Hey, babes, sorry I’m late,” B/F trails off but after seeing my facial expression she asks, “What? What’s happened?”

I look up at her and sigh, “I just saw Jack.”

I watch her expression go from confusion to one of knowing. She knew of my past with Jack Maynard, even though I had met her long after  

“Oh well, Are you coming over to meet my new boyfriend tonight?” She says in an attempt to distract me.

“I mean, Yeah,” I chuckle, “I want to meet the person that I’m going to have to trust with your heart.”

B/F laughs and takes a sip of her coffee. I smile over at her. “I need a new outfit to wear tonight babes, you said he has roommates, could be a night to impress.” I wink at her.

“Yeah,” she laughs, “Let’s go shopping.”


As I finish the final touches on my makeup, B/F walks into our shared bathroom. I stand up and do a quick once over of my outfit. Ripped blue denim shorts, a black tank with the words “God Is Good” printed in a bold white text and a flannel adorned my body making me look super hipster.

“Do I look alright?” I spin myself around and let B/F assess my outfit. When I finally stop, I look over at B/F I see the smile that shows that she approves and I giggle.

“Yes, dude! Now let’s go!” she excitedly grabs my hand and pulls me out of our flat into the cold London air and into our waiting Uber.


B/F is excitedly rambling on about how I’m going to love her new boyfriend, Josh, while we walk through the halls and up towards his flat.

When we finally reach Josh’s door, B/F knocks excitedly and looks back at me and winks. A tall ginger guy opens the door and smiles widely and wraps his arms around B/F and kisses her softly. She pulls away from him and comes to stand next to me again, and hold my hand in hers and says, “Y/N this is Josh, Josh this is Y/N.”

I smile kindly up at my Best friends boyfriend. He says “Hello, come in and meet my roommates.”

 B/F quickly follows him inside, whereas I slowly make my way into the flat.

“Jack? Conor? Come and meet B/F’s friend.” he smiles over at me, but I can tell that all the blood has rushed from my face and that I’m staring at him in shock.

“Oh no,” B/F trails off “Please don’t be the Jack.” B/F looks over at me with a face of concern. I feel panic slowly rise into my throat and I give B/F a look of ‘are you serious?’. I hear footsteps make their way to the room that we are in and before I can see who it is I spin away from the group in an attempt to calm myself down.

“What do you mean?” Josh questions, confusion evident in his voice, “Wait you’re the Y/N? You’re the one that Jack was in love with when he was fifteen.” Josh says matter of factly.

“Are you fucking kidding me, josh?” The voice that I recognize as Jack’s ask. I slowly turn my body back so I’m facing Jack. I look at him and the memories of our last fight come rushing back to me.

“Jack! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout into his room.

“What are you on about?” A smug looking jack retaliates smirking over at me.

“You told Johnny that I liked him, and even worse than that you fucking told him that I’m a virgin?” I scream, trying not to cry

“So?” He asks making me scoff, “It’s true, nothing I told him was a lie.”

That’s what sets me off. I let the tears slip out of my eyes “I can’t believe you would do that to me.” I trail off.

“Well you shouldn’t tell people secrets.” he says matter of factly.

“I hate you.” I spit at him, I watch as hurt flashes over his eyes. But before he can say anything, turn away from him and make my way out of the house and into the streets.

“Hello Jack,” I say softly, meeting his gaze. His eyes immediately locking me to my spot on the floor.

“Hey,” He scratches the back of his neck, “How have you been?”

“I really don’t have time for small talk Maynard,” I spit, Not wanting to listen to him any longer I turn to josh and smile, “Is the other Maynard here?”

“Y/N?” Conor comes running into the room and engulfing me into a hug.

“Hey ConCon,” I laugh as we almost fall over, “How have you been bud?”

Conor laughs, “Really, you just flipped at Jack for the same question, but I’m good.”

“I flipped at Jack for pretending that we don’t hate each other.” I glance over at Jack and back to Conor.

“Seriously? You’re still pissed at him for what happened when you were fifteen?” Conor sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. I wasn’t pissed anymore. But he made it very apparent when we were younger that he hated me, so I wasn’t going to be the one to pretend that it didn’t happen.

“No. Actually, he helped me get my first boyfriend.” I smile, Look over to jack and raise my eyebrow.

“Johnny? Really?” Jack scoffs. I shake my head, “No, he told everyone that I was a virgin, so I was bullied like crazy, Thank you by the way, and then one of the people that would stand up for me and asked me out, B/F Jack was a good guy wasn’t he?” I look around looking for B/F and notice that she and Josh have disappeared making my giggle softly.

“Can you two just talk it out? I’ve missed you, and I’ve missed our little trio.” Conor sighs and pushes me towards Jack. “Conor, that’s not fair she hates my guts, I can’t do anything to change that,” Jack complains

“Tell her why you did it,” Conor says as he exits the room that we are standing in.

“What is he talking about?” I question, taking a step towards him. I watch as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat on the couch, “Jack?”

“I can’t tell you,” he trails off, “You’ll only hate me more.” I step towards him and sit on the couch around an arm’s length away from him.

“I don’t hate you, anymore.” I sigh and run my hand over my face.

“Why? You should hate me. I’m the reason that you were bullied. I’m the reason that that guy took you away from me. It’s all my fault. I was in love with you, but I was jealous of all of the guys that you actually paid attention too. I’m an awful person. You should hate me.” His voice cracks with unshed tears and he turns towards me, takes my hand in his and kisses it softly. I have no time to react, I pull him towards me and wrap my arms around him.

“I’ve missed you, Maynard,” I whisper into his ear, “But if you had of told me that you liked me you would have known that I liked you too.” I laugh softly when he pulls away from me and looks at me skeptically. “But instead you decided to be a big dummy and hurt my feelings a lot.” I smile over at him. “Yeah, i did that, didn’t I? Can we start over?” he asks looking deep into my eyes. I nod slowly.“Go on a date with me?” he asks and takes my face in his hands. I nod my head again. Jack pulls my face to his and presses his lips to mine, I place my hands in his hair and smile into the kiss. I pull back and grin at his closed eyes.“God I’ve missed you.” he says as he wraps his arms around me once again.

Candles in the Park (Dick x Reader Fluff)

Requested: Yes
Request: A sequel for Notes to Dick
Summary: A spontaneous walk in the park, a magical question, and a beautiful ring.
Word Count: 1214

A/N: If you haven’t read Notes to Dick, you can find it here!

Your work day was busy and time flew by. It wasn’t long before you saw the man of your dreams flipping the open sign to closed and locking the door behind the last customer of the day. You smiled warmly at him and couldn’t help but turn red under his loving gaze. He walked forward confidently and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. He surprised you by wrapping his arms around you and swiftly dipping you backwards. You laughed as you looked up at the overly romantic fool above you. You held onto him with your arms around his neck. Your fingers laced their way through his thick hair.

He grinned goofily down at you before planting messy kisses all over your face. You shrieked out a giggle as his lips tickled your cheeks.

Dick!” you laughed as he pulled you back up right. “Something has you in an awfully good mood,” you beamed at him. His good mood was always contagious. If he was happy, all of your stress just fell away.

“Let’s go grab some food, I’m starving,” he tugged your hand eagerly. You chuckled and stepped back to remove your apron.

Let me put the last few dishes in the dishwasher and then we can head out, ok?” you compromised. He huffed with mock impatience and gave you a stunning smile. You tossed your apron at his head before heading to the back. It took you about five minutes to get everything clean enough for you to be able to sleep at night.

When you re-entered the front of the store, you found him eyeing your sweet puff pastries hungrily. You broke his trance by laughing.

Come on,” you tugged him out of the store. You locked the door behind you and as soon as you stuffed the keys in your jacket pocket, Dick’s arms were wrapped around you in a warm embrace.

I love you so much, (Y/n),” he sighed as he buried his face in your hair. You couldn’t resist melting against his warmth.

I love you too, Dick,” you answered with complete sincerity. You knew you loved Dick the day you met him, you knew you’d fallen in love with Dick the first time he kissed you, and you knew you’d love him forever the first night your spent together.

You were interrupted by his stomach growling loudly. You could even feel the vibrations through your clothes. You laughed and pulled away from his hug. You kept hold of his hand as you started pulling him towards your usual spot. He didn’t budge an inch, instead he pulled you back into his arms with one tug.

What are you doing, Dick?” you laughed. “I know you’re hungry,” you added.

“How about something different tonight?” he asked. “I saw a new place open by the park, we could grab something and take a walk?” he offered. You felt something was up. Dick Grayson loved the diner down the street.  You frowned, but decided if that was what he wanted to do, you were going to have to go along for the ride.

You allowed him to lead you in the opposite direction. You spotted the new place he had mentioned and it didn’t look too bad. He picked the booth closest to the window and smiled at you from across the table. He was too handsome for his own good. You couldn’t resist smiling back, because even when doubt plagued you, you were happy to share this time and space with Dick right now.

The meal went by easily. The conversation remained light as Dick talked about his day at work and you talked about yours. The bakery was doing really well and it was exciting to think about hiring some extra hands to help you out. Dick had a relaxed, goofy look on his face when he watched you talk about the shop. It was as if he could see your passion in your eyes and it made him melt. It was so nice to have someone that was so supportive of your goals. Your cheeks turned pink as you noticed his staring.

You are so beautiful,” he blurted. You face turned beet red, even after 2 years with Dick, his spontaneous compliments never ceased to knock you off guard. You smiled at him and laced your finger with his on top of the table.

Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested as he used your entwined hand to pull you from your seat. You followed him from the restaurant once he paid. He lead you through the park.

“When I first moved here, this was my favorite place to go,” he admitted after a few moments of silence. “I’ve probably walked around this park a million times,” he added. He looked up at the sky just in time to see the clouds part and a few stars twinkle down at him. He smiled and in that moment he looked like an angel.

“My favorite spot is right up here,” he looked forward again and pointed to a little bridge over a small stream. He stopped right at the center of the bridge and you looked down at the water moving lazily below you. It was gorgeous. You gaze followed the stream all the way to where it disappeared behind a cobblestone wall. Your eyebrows creased together as you noticed small candles perched on the bricks and the lanterns that swayed in the branches above. How had you not noticed this before?

You looked back to Dick in wonder to find him knelt down on one knee before you. Your heart jumped up into your throat as he smiled lovingly up at you.

(Y/N), from the day we met I knew you were someone special. I never realized how much a single person could feel like home. You’ve been here for me through everything. The good and the bad,” he swallowed and reached in his pocket. He pulled out a small black box and opened it to you. Inside was a gorgeous diamond ring. You hand flew up over you mouth as tears began to cloud your vision. “I never want to spend a day without you. I love you so much and I know that nothing can ever change that. Would you do me the tremendous honor of becoming Mrs. Grayson?” he asked. You nodded your head as the words got hung your throat.

He stood and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He effortlessly lifted you from the ground and spun you around. When he set you back on your feet, he planted a joyful kiss on your lips. He pulled back and looked down at you. You had never been happier before in your life. He pulled the ring out of the box and stuffed the box back in his pocket. He grabbed your left hand gently and slid the ring into place. You smiled as it glittered on your finger. It looked perfectly natural there, as if the ring had been made specifically for you. Dick pressed a loving kiss to your forehead as you leaned against him.

“I love you,” you spoke contently as you enjoyed his embrace.

Size Isn’t Everything 3/4

(Yes it’s 4 chapters now)

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 2/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here
Words: ~2745 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,

Many thousand apologies for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

“They’re a Black Sabbath tribute band, Kurt. I think they do country versions of all the songs.” Rachel scrunched her face at him. “I think it’s supposed to be ironic.”

“Rachel, we’re in Brooklyn, of course it’s supposed to be ironic.”

The bar was much more crowded than he had expected, with probably close to 40 or 50 people filling up the small space. The stage was low, but so was the ceiling and the band were already crammed up on the tiny stage when they walked in. He and Rachel bought drinks from the bartender and perched themselves near the rear.

“Are we staying for the whole show?” Kurt asked.

“Come on Kurt, Tina and Santana have been rehearsing for two weeks. We all promised to support each other in our creative pursuits.”

Kurt held his hands up. “I’m here! I’m supporting! But I fully expect you will all be there when my show opens.”

“Of course we will.” Rachel patted him on the shoulder, nodding. “I’m going to text Santana and tell her we’re here. I don’t need her to get all pissed off thinking we didn’t show.”

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What’s Yours is Mine

Originally posted by byunbaeks

Member: Exo Chanyeol

Type: Smut/Fluff

Pulling the sweatshirt out of the dryer, you hugged it close to your chest, but you knew it was no use. You’d worn and reworn the piece of clothing, washing and then repeating for over a month now. Your boyfriend’s scent was gone.

You hated to admit that you liked the smell of him on his clothes; it made you feel awkward and you knew he’d probably think you were weird if he found out. He bothered you enough every time you stole one of his sweatshirts, but you couldn’t help it.

You sent him a quick text, asking if you could come over for a bit. He wasn’t usually busy over the weekends, and the response came quickly, telling you that you could. 

You did this quite often you realized; stealing one of his sweatshirts and then returning it a month later, secretly swiping another comfy article of clothing in its place. Today was no different as you grabbed his sweatshirt and hopped into your car. 

As you rang his doorbell a while later, he answered immediately, his fingers running through his messy hair as the door swung open. He yawned, turning around and beckoning you inside.

“Sorry I was taking a nap,” he mumbled, closing the door behind you. His arms wrapped around you and his head dropped onto your shoulder as he continued, “Would you like to join me? I want to cuddl- wait is that my sweatshirt?”

The sleepy, child-like tone suddenly disappeared and was replaced by his deep, questioning voice. You laughed nervously as his arms left you, moving to cross against his chest as he looked at you skeptically. You held out the dark material towards him and he raised an eyebrow before taking it gingerly.

“Um I washed it. You’re welcome?” you spoke jokingly, hoping Chanyeol would laugh along with you. Although he was usually great about jokes, when it came to his sweatshirts he got a little more possesive.

“Yah,” he said, turning around and walking into his room, hanging the sweatshirt by the hood on the hooks behind his door. “You told me you didn’t have it when I asked.”

You shrugged, your lips forming a thin line as you answered, “Whoops, I must’ve not seen it.” The look he gave you was priceless, and you broke into unintentional laughter at his expression. The corner of his mouth twirked up as he fell back onto his bed, his arms and legs flailing as he beckoned you to him. 

You followed, snuggling close to him and inhaling his incredible scent. You couldn’t tell why you liked it so much, but you let yoruself enjoy it when you were near him, letting his smell fill your nose. He’d almost caught you a few times, asking you why it sounded like you were sniffing him. You’d gotten away with it, but you knew you had to be more careful as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s middle, burying your face in his chest. 

“So um…can I uh borrow another sweatshirt?” 

He immediately pulled back, staring at you wide-eyed in shock. “Yah, you just returned one and now you want another? Why didn’t you just keep that one if you were going to take another anyways?”

You bit your lip silently, hoping he wouldn’t press for an answer, but you were disappointed when he pulled away completely, propping himself up onto his elbow.

“Just take back that one,” he groaned, jutting his chin towards the one that you just gave back to him. You shook your head, pouting.

“Can’t I borrow another?”

“Yah,” he muttered, his expression skeptical. “Why do you need another huh?”

You pouted again, moving close to snuggle with him, hoping he’d give in just one more time. As you neared him, his smell willed your nose again, and you pressed close to the sweatshirt that was on his body, inhaling.

He hands were suddenly on your forearms, pulling you away again so he could look into your eyes, confused. Then he asked, “Um…this is going to sound weird. Ignore me if I’m wrong but, do you like…smelling me?”

You seemed to forget that sometimes, no matter how stupid you boyfriend acted he was in fact smarter than he let on. You felt your cheeks get hot as his eyebrow lifted in question before you shook your head. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, swallowing and looking up at him, hoping it was enough to convince him. It obviously wasn’t, and he pressed closer to you, his face nearing yours as he asked again.

“Jagiya,” his voice was lower now, deeper and huskier, making your breath catch in your throat as he spoke. “Do you take my sweatshirts because they smell like me?”

Your cheeks were burning as you nodding, knowing you weren’t going to be able to hide your embarassment and you prayed that he didn’t think you were weird or hold this against you or-

You made a squeaking noise as you were suddenly rolled onto your back. Chanyeol’s large, playful eyes were staring down at you, slightly crinkled as a smile began to form on his face. He straddled you, his hands on either side of your head, keeping his weight off of you. 

“What are you doing?” you asked cautiously, and he smirked, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

The smile was suddenly gone from his face, and you were sure that the look in his eyes was much darker than before as he spoke, “I’m imagining you wearing nothing but my sweatshirt, thinking about me and touching yourself.” His voice was husky and the words caused a jolt between your legs. “Tell me,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against yours softly. “How many times have you fingered yourself while wearing one of my sweatshirts?”

You gasped as his lips enveloped yours smoothly, swallowing your whimpers as your thighs clenched. He took the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, before puling away completely. His lips were wet and his eyes were dark with want as he continued, “You’d look so cute…wearing nothing but my sweatshirt with your fingers fucking you while you moan my name.”

As embarassed as you were, you let out a small moan as his lips attacked your neck, taking small bites of your skin as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up above your chest. 

“Chanyeol,” you murmured, squirming under him as he peppered you with kisses before he pulled away again, yanking your shirt off your head. His eyes were wide now and he didn’t seem like he wanted to take his time.

His fingers quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in his room before quickly working on your jeans, pulling them off of you along with your underwear. You were left under him, naked and still fairly embarrased that he had learned your secret. He smiled above you, admiring the view of you under him before moving his hands behind him, pulling off the sweatshirt he was wearing in one swift motion.

“Put this on,” he instructed, letting you sit up on your knees as he pulled his oversized sweatshirt over your body. It was warm and smelled like him and you loved it; being surrounded by him. It was then that you realized exactly what he was doing, and you felt your legs squeze together as the moisture collected between your legs. He pushed you back down onto the bed and hovered over you. You could hear him breathing heavily, his eyes darting around your body. 

“So cute,” he muttered, his hands starting at your shoulders and running down your breasts, over your erect nipples before reaching your stomach and then your core. The sweatshirt was large enough to cover you up till your upper thigh, and he groaned as he stared at you. “Do you like being wrapped in my smell? Does it turn you on?”

“Chanyeol please-”

You heard him chuckle, his weight leaving you again as he sat up. “But I wanted to watch what you do at home when I’m not there,” he challenged, licking his lips. “You’re so naughty, jagiya. I won’t be able to wear my sweatshirts again without thinking of you touching yourself.”

Your insides clenched and you whimpered, reaching up to try and pull him down to kiss you but he only grabbed your wrists with his large hand, pinning them up above you as his other hand played with the hem of the sweatshirt. 

You whimpered, your eyes wide and you lips pouting. “Please do something,” you begged, and Chanyeol licked his lips, his hand releasing your wrists as he pushed himself down so his face was closer to your hips.

He grinned, pushing up the sweatshirt to reveal your slickness. “So wet,” he groaned as he pushed your legs apart further, licking a slow, delibrate stripe up your clit. 

You moaned his name, bringing your hands down to lightly thread in his hair as he continued his slow licks, his tongue flicking against your clit a few times before he moved to your inner thigh to plant wet, hot kisses on your skin.

You felt a long finger slip into your wet core, pushing in and pulling out at a steady pace as you whimpered, shoving your hips upward to try and get more friction. You hears him chuckle against your thigh before slipping in another finger, pumping you faster. His lips worked at your skin, and you felt his puffs of breath as his open-mouthed kisses were placed closer and closer to your core. 

You felt yourself build, your fingers tightening in his hair. As he slipped in a third finger, his pace increased drasitcally, and he stretched your insides with his fingers in a way that made your eyes squeeze shut and your hips buck. His mouth returned to your clit, hit tongue working it again and you tipped over the edge, his tongue working your through it as you insides clenched over nothing. 

He moved up again, kissing you so you could taste your wetness on his soft lips. You mewled into his mouth, breathless as his tongue played with yours, his lips hard and bruising. Yours hands reached down in an attempt to return the favor but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them up above you.

“I’m going to fuck you like this,” he whispered, and you felt another jolt at you already sensitive core. You whimpered in your tired, spent state, and he grinned, staring down at you. “You’re just so cute jagiya,” he mused, his free hand grabbing them hem of the sweatshirt and pushing it up above your breasts, moving to tease one of your erect nipples. 

“I’m sorta,” you protested, trying to ignore the tiny shocks of oversimulating pleasure. “I don’t know if I can-”

“Take any more?” Chanyeol asked. You nodded, biting your lip as his lips neared yours again. “One more time jagiya. Think about how good it’ll feel; me fucking you when your all sensitive. I want you screaming when you come for me.” His lips pressed against yours softly and you whimpered as his fingers pinched your nipple.

You swallowed hard and nodded, your eyes squeezing shut as you heard the unzipping of Chanyeol’s jeans. When you opened your eyes again to see him stroking his hard length, red with need. He was watching you so intently, and you shivered at the thought of him filling you when you were already so sensitive.

You felt his tip against you, and braced yourself as he entered you in one fluid motion, stretching your sensitive walls and making you moan under him. He groaned at the feeling of you walls tighening around him, and braced his hands on the headboard behind you for better levrage as he pulled back and snapped his hips into yours.

You almost screamed with the feeling of him scraping your walls over and over again, hitting you at just the right spots. You hands moved to his back, under his shirt so your nails could dig into his skin, making him grunt and pound into you faster. The bed was squeaking and you felt yourself building again from the pain and the pleasure.

With one more sharp thrust, your orgasm ripped through you again, leaving you a squirming mess under your boyfriend. He was panting as he rode you through your orgasm, and then your were left under him, feeling him continue his thrusts. 

“Cha-chanyeol I-I can’t-” you gasped, your arms wrapping around him as he slammed into you again. You felt him twitch inside you finally, feeling his hot spurts fill you up as he dropped down on top of you, pressing you into the bed. 

You both were gasping as he slid out of you, moving to lie down next to you again. He grinned at you, his white teeth sparkling as he watched your tired eyes close. 

“You good?” he asked gruffly, pulling you into his chest. You nodded, snuggling closer, wincing at the sensitivity between your legs. “That was so hot…why do you look so cute wearing that…” he mumbled, planting kisses on your head.

It was silent for a few minutes as your breathing evened out, and you boyfriend pulled pack to look at your face. “Yah,” he said quietly, making you open your eyes to look at him. “What do I smell like?”

You chuckled softly, “Good. You smell good.”

“Like good as in air freshener good or ‘I touch myself while-’” 

You flicked his forehead and he pouted, pulling you back into his chest. You chuckled again, and joked, “So I’m taking this sweatshirt, is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” he muttered, pulling back again. His hand reached for something behind him, and he grabbed it, holding it up for you to see. It was your underwear that he had hastily disgarded earlier. “But I’m keeping this.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Pervert.”

“You like smelling my clothes.”


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“She Wants to Sit on Your Face.” [Dylan O’brien]

Originally posted by noches-de-llanto

New writing style. From now on I will be writing in First point of view instead of third person unless I feel the need to write in third person. Hope this doesn’t change anything :). I will still continue “can you let your baby be my girl” in third person though but not new imagines like this one.

Warnings: a little bit of oral smut. Time-Jump.

y/bf/n: your best friend’s name.

y/n: your name

Song to play while reading. 

Another song to play while reading this.

I have been standing in line to meet the cast of teen wolf for about thirty minutes. The line had been long, my best friend and I were finally two people away from coming face to face with an adorable sex god, of course the rest of the cast was there and I have been really excited to meet them especially tyler as well, but Dylan. Oh he was another story, I was basically how Stiles was with Lydia in season one. 

I loved his acting, and when he’s not acting, his ability to be such a funny person without ever being rude. From what I’ve seen. Fame hasn’t changed how he portrays himself at all. I really wished I knew him personally, but the chances of that can make me laugh for hours. 

The person in front of us has finally got to the front. Since I was closer now, I could hear his voice, and it was angelic. After two-three minutes, He hugged the girl in front of us as she was starting to move to the rest of the cast. 

Everything started going in slow motion now or at least it felt like it. I couldn’t believe it, he was right in front of me. My best friend started approaching him as so did I only slower. She greeted him first as he smiled beautifully as he hugged her.

His eyes then narrowed to me and I felt a little anxious. His smile disappeared as his eyebrows raised a little. Instantly I felt subconscious. Did I have something on my face? Was my outfit not good? Did my hair look like a mess? 

“Hey, come here!” His smile returned, as he was now greeting me with open arms. Suddenly everything I planned to say to him vanished.

 I couldn’t remember what I wanted to say. Do you ever plan a conversation in your head in case a certain situation comes up, even though you know the conversation won’t turn out that way because people don’t follow your brain’s script? 

Yeah well my brain’s script was corrupted right now. I quickly hugged him hopefully he liked the scent of my perfume. Yes I know, pathetic but I couldn’t help it.

“Well aren’t you a shy one?” I started pulling away, I could still feel the vibrations of his voice. Amazing.

“Shy?” y/bf/n chuckled.

“This little shorty is far from shy.”  Oh please don’t do it y/bf/n. Please don’t bring up something embarrassing. 

“She once told me that she wants to sit on your face.”

“No I didn’t.” I denied like a logical person would.

“Oh really Then who is this? ‘Oh my god I want to strangle him with my legs!!’” She moaned a little mocking me.

Dylan was watching this whole exchange and I was embarrassed by every second of it.

“I do not talk like that!”

I was cursing so much in my head right now. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I was face-palming myself. Dylan literally heard all of that come out of her mouth! I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to look at him again some time.

“Why.” I glared at her, as I face-palmed myself for the second time but this time for a shorter amount of seconds. I decided to glance at him now, he was laughing shyly looking down. I’m sure he didn’t hear that from fans often. 

Of course in person I mean, online people even say they want him to stab their pussy along with calling him daddy or dad. 

“That’s very, descriptive.” He replied. 

Well this day turned out way different than I thought.


Dylan’s POV.

The day went well. I was getting ready for bed in my hotel room, brushing my teeth and face was the last task of the day.

As I finished, I laid on my bed. There was something I couldn’t get off my mind. It was that sweet fan and her best friend that confessed A LOT about her in a matter of seconds.

I remember her name very quickly. Y/N. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stop my tracks when I first caught a look of her. Not to mention, she smelled heavenly. My thoughts soon started drifting to heroutfit though, and that skirt she wore.

The words, She wants to sit on your face and strangle him with my legs kept echoing through my head when I thought about her outfit. I started to imagine myself underneath her, eating her out, and It made me hard.

Did I stop these thoughts of mine? no. Did I feel guilty about thinking about a fan like that? yes. It felt unprofessional of me. 

But. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop. So I just drifted to sleep as the imaginations became more vivid.

My dreams were very interesting that night.


(Time Jump)

Two years later, Y/N and I were now very close friends. It just happened, she started working on making films and tv shows, she was in charge of the editing and capturing the scenes together once they were filmed. This made it difficult to not bump into her.

She had worked with two movies I had done. Of course, when I saw her again last year she wasn’t the shy fan I had met.

She still was a fan last year but she had hid it well. Now, she sees me as an annoying dork who always texts and calls her about the most random things. 

Your POV.

My phone kept ringing making me lose focus every minute Dylan called. What did that annoying bastard want now? I was getting sick of it, so I gave up.

“What.” You sighed picking up the phone.

“It’s about time women.” He did a funny accent.

“Dylan I’m working.” I  laughed. I couldn’t stay annoyed with him for long.

“You’re still at work? It’s so late, I bet you’re just doing tomorrow’s work like you always do. I bet you’re even the last one there.”

I looked around, yep. No one else but me. How did he know this?

“Because I’m outside and no other car is parked here except yours.” I didn’t realize I had blurted out that question out loud until he responded to it.

 “Let me in”. his laugh was heard from the other line as soon as he knew he was right.

I quickly walked out of the editing office, as I passed the current movie set.  Unlocking the door, there he was in the flesh. Walking him to my dark office that only had a little lamp on, he set himself on the couch I sometimes slept on when I had to work a lot.

He was wearing light grey sweatpants and a black shirt. His hair was up in the usual way, and I could tell he recently shaved his facial hair. I see Dylan as a regular friend now but sometimes, I still want to jump on him like I wanted two years ago.

That feeling lasts one second before I stop myself though. 

“Are you hungry?” He spoke interrupting my illegal thoughts, that’s when I noticed the plastic plate with a wrapped foil around them as he was also carrying one soda with a straw. 

“Yes! I was craving tacos so much right now. Could you read thoughts?” I smirked, Dylan knew my appetite too well.

“I wish.”


I grabbed the food and sat next to him on the couch. He watched as I ate the first out of three tacos I had. Good thing I didn’t notice until now because I hated when people stared at me while I ate.

I always felt like I looked like a dumbass eating. Once I noticed his stare I turned to him as I finished eating the first taco. It made me wonder what he was thinking.

“Oh my god did you eat already? Sorry, here.” I offered him a taco, his face only refused. “I ate a while ago, thank you. I’m not hungry,” I nodded and kept eating. I was kind of glad, I was really hungry.

“-for that at least.” The last few words of his sentence caused me to turn around again, he was staring down at my bare legs. Shit did I miss a spot when I shaved my legs?

After five minutes, I finished eating. He kept giving me those stares again though. Annoying because I was now aware. What was happening with him today? He was more serious than usual. 

“Remember the first time I met you Y/N?” My eyes widened at the thought. The things that were said still haunt me.  

“When your y/bf/n said that you wanted-” This is the first time he had brought this up.

“DON’T you dare say it Dylan.”

“You really had a thing for me back then didn’t you.” He cracked up.

“Well I don’t. That was before I knew how you really were.” I felt a blush creep on my face.

“You wanted to sit on my-” That was it, I was getting fezzed up. I decided I was going to cover his mouth to prevent him from saying what he was going to keep mocking me about.

He unexpectedly moved back as I had to hover over his stomach to shut him up. I didn’t noticed the distance between our faces because my main task was to stop him. 

“Okay. I won’t say it.” My oblivious self believed it as I removed my hand and backed up a little. 

“Sit on my face.” Dammit. 

My eyes snapped back at him in annoyance, “You said you weren’t going to say it! Ugh!” Just as I was about to get off him he grabbed my wrist and pulled me as close as he could to him.

“No. Y/N. I mean, I want you to sit on my face.” His expression showed something I’ve never seen before. Lust. He didn’t seem to be joking. Where was he going at?

 His hands started roaming my hips, he kept them there for a little. His lips suddenly attacked mine. I was struck.

Of course kissing back wasn’t a problem for me. His lips felt so good. It made me crave more. I wanted them everywhere. I wanted his lips to kiss all over my body. 

His hands unzipped my skirt. “You were wearing this skirt when I met you. That’s why when I saw you today, it made me think of that day. Today I wanted nothing than to rip it off you.”

“That night I wanted so badly to pleasure you. To make you moan my name.”

He literally just said he was thinking about me sexually that night. Holy shit. What. the. Fuck. I turned him on. Damn.

He continued as my panties were taken off quickly.

“I want to taste you so bad.” His voice shivered through my ear. 

He wasted no time as he pulled my legs closer and wrapped them around his face. It was as if I was wrapping paper and he was the birthday present. The second his tongue touched me. I melted.

He was licking my clit so eagerly, it was as if it was his job. His hands tightened my legs and pushed them further into him. It was as if he didn’t want to miss a single place. “oH my god.”

“DON’T STOP.” His mouth kept going at it for many minutes, touching me more harsher the more I begged. 

I didn’t know I needed this so bad until it happened.

He felt so good, I gabbed the back of his head and pushed him more into me. He soon hit the right spot. Causing me to let out more various moans and cursing.



I finally cummed as I felt him smirk under me. “Let’s go to my house.” He seductively said referring to what we just did. “I want you to ride me on my bed.”

I repositioned myself next to him, as I put my clothes back on.

He looked at me and shrugged, “Guess I was hungry.”


HAHAHAHA. AHAHAHA. So I’m going to go take a cold shower now guys. Goodbye. I’m going to hell along with all of you sinners.

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Omg yass! I have a headcanon that Remus is clueless when with lil kids. He's really insecure and is afraid of hurting them. Even If he can deal with teenager, he can't for hell take care of 5 yrs old kiddo.

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Eremin Week Day 4: Secret Rendezvous (Modern AU)

It was hardly the first time this has happened. It began months before, on a dull day in the office, when Eren first saw the blonde boy sitting near the courthouse. Eren had been so take aback by him, he had immediately mumbled something about taking a break to his secretary before hastily running outside. 

The boy had already began walking around the side of the courthouse building, near the giant stained glass windows when Eren caught up. 

He was very kind and gentle from their initial greetings.  However no sooner had the words ‘What’s your name..?’ left his lips when the boy grabbed his collar and brought Eren down for a kiss.

Eren was lost from that moment on.

The boy was an addiction. They continued to meet at the side of that courthouse and every time they saw each other from that moment on they laughed and smiled and kissed and made love. But the boy never once answered his question.

“Tell me your name..” Eren murmured into his lips for what seemed like the thousandth time.

The boy looked up as him, eyes shining and he brought him down for another kiss. “No..”

“Tell me…”

“No Eren..”

Bringing a hand to caress the boy’s full lips, he frowned. “Why..?”

The boy’s smile disappeared instantly. 

“Because, the moment I tell you my name, It’ll be gone. All this. Everything you feel. The magic. Everything.” He smiled then, as Eren’s eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. “I want to be selfish… I want you to think you love me for a little longer..”

“I do love you,” Eren confessed instantly.

Armin’s eyes fell shut at that, and his smile suddenly seemed pained.

“That’s what they’ve all said….”

Sorry I’m a shitty writer. But I need to put a story to this piece or you’ll never get it. Writers, feel free to write something better for this because I know I suck at writing! But please let me know what you think of the pic! ;)

Eremin Week, Day 1: First Meet

Eremin Week, Day 2 : Summer Episode

Eremin Week, Day 3: Fairy Tale

His lost girl PT.4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Warnings: Fluff, sad ending, bad grammar oops (trough the whole story, not only this chapter)

Summary: When you first appeared on the island Peter hated you, but that quickly changed as you were independent and not weak.

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Requested: Can you do an imagine with Pan x reader, with a lot of fluff but at the end when Rumple daggers him he dies in her arms? - anon

Notes: Y/n = your name - y/e/c = your eye colour

Peter POV 

I pull back and look in her y/e/c eyes. They’re filled with pure happiness. She smiles and pierces her eyes in mine. “You’re not going to be weak, Peter.” I shake my head, she doesn’t understand. That drunk that needs to represent a pirate will probably find out about my weak spot, grab it and kill it. I push her back against the tree and look down at my feet. I can’t let this happen to her. “You should go back to camp. Go sharpen some arrows.” I say with a cold voice. She looks at me and the only thing I see is confusion. “Do I need to repeat myself? Go back to camp. Now!” I let the branches go away so she can move. She shakes her head before she runs off, with tears in her eyes. 

I feel how the anger boils up and out of frustration I punch a tree. I look at my knuckles, they’re bleeding. I stroke my hand over them and in a matter of seconds they’re back to normal. I sigh and head over to my thinking tree. How could I fall in love with her when I only know her for three weeks? Including the two weeks she was in the cage. I feel terrible for hurting her like that, but I have to be harsh from now on. I have to, or she’ll be dead. 

After two hours of just sitting in the tree I head over to camp. I see her sitting on a log, next to Felix. The two are laughing, something I can’t stand. I’m the only one who can make her laugh like that. Not Felix. “Felix go on a hunt with the youngest lost boys. Be back before dinner and don’t do anything stupid.” He nods and gets up. He walks over to the four youngest lost boys and they disappear in the tent filled with weapons. Y/N rolls her eyes at me and gets up, picking up the sharpened arrows. “There you go.” she puts the arrows in my hands and heads back to the log. 

I transfer the arrows to the weapon tent and I go sit next to her. “Don’t you have something to do?” She looks up at me. “No.” she answers. “Let me think for a second. What can a little girl like you do without hurting herself?” I say with a condescending tone. “I’m not made of porcelain, I can handle whatever task you give me.” “Fine, if you say so. Go to the sea and make a temporarily camp, I have a surprise for the boys.” “Where do I find the materials?” “You’re on Neverland, I’m sure you can find a solution to that problem.” I smirk before I get up. This will keep her busy for a little while. 

Suddenly I think of something else and I turn around. “Don’t miss dinner, love.”

I hear her sigh as she gets up. I’m sure she hates me now, but it’s for the better good. 


I get up from the log and make my way over to the beach. How dare he?! He is just using my like a piece of furniture! And I thought he loved me. But I should’ve known, he demanded me to undress myself when I first got here. If that isn’t a bad sign, I don’t know anymore. I’m such a stupid cow. Angrily I search for a good spot for a camp. How am I even going to build a camp without materials. Fucking jerk. 

I close my eyes in frustration. Can’t the camp just be standing there? It would make things so much easier. I sigh and I open my eyes again. I should look for wood. I turn around and my jaw drops. In front of me is standing a camp, like a good build camp that could survive the night in Neverland. Oh well, that was easy. 

“So you do have magic. I thought you didn’t, my bad.” I turn around and I see him leaning against a tree. Is he really everywhere? Ugh. “Magic? Do you even hear yourself.” “You’re so naive y/n. Do you think branches tie people up when it wants? Do you think it’s normal for people to teleport? Do you think it’s normal that your scars healed?” he walks up to me. “Scars?” “Oh c’mon, love. Cage? Hands tied? Remember.” Oh yeah, the time I fell on my face. “Why are the Lost boys not using magic for their tasks then?” “Oh but sweet y/n, not everyone has magic. It’s very rare. Only two people on the island have it right now.” I cock an eyebrow. “You and me.” I look at my hands. They have magic in them? I have magic? Let’s try that.

I try to imagine a nice outfit on my body, less Pan-like. In a matter of seconds I feel the outfit I’m currently wearing disappear, to be quickly replaced with the outfit I imagined. This is crazy. I grin and look at Pan. I imagine the sand disappearing underneath him. Caught by surprise he falls in the hole, a little grunt escaping his lips when he hits the ground. I’m starting to like this. Without asking if he’s okay I make my way back to camp.

I see Felix entering the biggest tent and I follow him. “So how did the hunting go?” “Daniel fell into his own trap. Stupid kid.” I burst out in laughter. How can you possibly fall in your own trap? “You know, I see hunting with the youngest ones as a punishment. I wonder what I did wrong this time.” He takes an apple and bites in it. “You didn’t do anything, you were with me the whole time and I can assure you that you didn’t do anything.” I give him a genuinely smile. 

“And that is what he did wrong, love.” We turn around to see an angry Pan, the sand still on his clothes. “He touches things that aren’t his. And that is a bad, bad thing to do.” “I am not to own.” “It’s okay y/n, don’t get in trouble because of me.” “Oh how cute. But that won’t help Felix, she’s already in trouble for what she did on the beach. And as for you Felix, you can go. I have some things to discuss with y/n.”

Felix gets up and leaves the tent. “Felix did nothing wrong, I asked him to sit with me because I had nothing to do okay.” “Oh I know, I know everything.” I roll my eyes while I pick at my nails. “What did you want to discuss? Because if it isn’t important I would really like to change before dinner.” “Then change, you know how.” “No I’m not going to use magic.” “Why not?”

“I don’t want to end up like you.”

I like you.
I like your soft hair, your eyebrows, your eyes that disappears when you’re smiling, your little nose, your lips, specially when you’re kissing me.
I like you.
I like your smile that can brighten my day, the way you pout your lips when you didn’t get what you want.
I like you.
I like your laugh that’s so contagious, your giggles and snort that made you look cute.
I like you.
I like the sound of your voice when you talk, when you whisper, when you scream out of anger, it doesn’t scare me, I promise.
I like you.
I like you when you show your emotions, whether you’re happy, sad, mad, jealous, or angry.
I like you.
I like you when you talk about the things you love, it made your eyes shine so bright, I like you when you talk about your insecurities and problems that made you look so vulnerable.
I like you.
I like your jokes and pick up lines that are not that funny but it still made me laugh.
I like you.
I like the way you touch me, the way you hug me so tight that I can’t breathe, the way you hold my hand or play with my fingers and always say “your hand is so soft”
I like you.
I like it that you don’t like me back.
Netflix and Chill

I’d like to thank @katryusha for beta-ing this for me, you sweet cinnamon roll child. I’ve been trying to write some omegaverse fluff now, seeing as what I’ve written so far is a just lot of is smut and a bit of angst.

Arthur bit his lip, gazing up the small white steps to the front door of the house. The evening sunlight cast scary shadows on the place and the little omega shivered, eyes darting around nervously as he awkwardly shuffled his feet.

It was his first time at Alfred’s place and of course, he was a bit worried. Half an hour ago, he’d gotten a slightly questionable text from the man…

(30 min ago) Netflix and Chill?

(28 min ago) I mean, in the PG way.

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Liam Dunbar Prompt

Requested by @calumsenglishood - “Hey babe can u pls write a Liam Dunbar imagine based on number 62 and 65?? Have a nice day” 
Thanks for your request! :)

62: “Just shut up and kiss me.”
65: “Because I love you god damn it!”

Please note: requests for everything are currently closed until I both finish my exams and catch up with the huge amount of requests in my inbox!

This turned out way longer than I was planning but I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1077

I knew when I agreed to help Brett with some of the subjects that he was beginning to fall behind in that Liam would be jealous, and probably a little bit angry.  But Brett was my friend, and he needed help, I could help him, I wasn’t going to let him fail, no matter how much Liam might think he deserved it.  Besides, I knew what it was like trying to balance everyday normalities with the supernatural creatures who seemed constantly out to get us, it wasn’t easy.  I felt like I had to help, as a human in the pack especially, this was something I could actually help with.

“Hey {Y/N}.”  I turned, smiling at the brown haired boy standing in front of me.  He reached out his hands to softly grasp mine, pulling me in for a gentle peck on the lips.  His eyes flicked to the side, watching the flow of students walking past and collecting books out of lockers, avoiding my gaze.  “I’ve noticed that you’re pretty stressed lately.”  I laughed lightly, and he turned back to face me again, worry lines clear on his forehead as he frowned.  “We have final exams, everybody’s stressed Liam.”  He shrugged sheepishly, his lips tugging up at the corners.  “Yeah, well, I thought maybe you could come over tonight, we can order pizza or something, just take a day to relax.”  My heart plummeted.  It wasn’t that I was avoiding telling him, of course I was going to tell him I had just been putting it off, because I knew how he was going to react.  “Tonight?”  I asked nervously, biting my lip, a movement which he noticed.  He nodded, noticing that something was wrong.  “I was actually going to study with Brett tonight.”  I watched anxiously as his eyes widened, showing me exactly how he felt as they shifted from hurt, to jealous, to angry.  I hurried on, “he’s been struggling with some classes recently, with all the stuff that’s been going on, and I can help him.”  I winced slightly at the pressure Liam was now placing on my hands as he squeezed them, his anger beginning to get the better of him.  “Somebody else can help him.”  I didn’t miss the slight growl in his voice and blushed guiltily.  “I already said I would, it’s already arranged.”  His frown deepened.  “What do you mean?  You’ve been keeping this from me?”  His voice rose slightly and I glanced around, conscious that we were surrounding by people.  “It wasn’t deliberate, I just didn’t know how to tell you, I knew how you’d react.  I’m sorry, we can do this another time, how about this weekend?”  Liam shook his head, his eyes flashing golden as he turned to walk away.  “Forget it.”

Liam had avoided me for the rest of the day, and I guess I could understand why, although that’s not to say it didn’t still sting.  When the final bell rang I headed to the library, still feeling guilty about Liam.  The library was quiet but busy.  Full of people cramming in some last minute revision before finals.  The room was brightly lit from the high windows and I quickly spotted Brett sitting at a table in the corner.  “Hi.”  He greeted as I headed over, weaving my way through the tables and bookshelves to meet him.  “Hi.”  I replied, setting down my school-bag with a thump and pulling out my books.  “I’m surprised you showed.”  I paused to frown up at him and he elaborated.  “What with your little boyfriend’s hissy fit in the hall.”  I rolled my eyes, no matter how quietly we tried to discuss things those with the supernatural hearing always knew what was going on.  “Yeah, well I said I would help, so I’m helping.  Besides, he doesn’t get to control my life like that.  I get that he’s being protective or whatever, but you’re not going to hurt me, or try anything, so he was just being daft.  Forget it, and don’t take it personally.”  Brett’s eyes were focused on something behind me, so I turned just in time to see somebody disappearing behind a bookshelf.  “I think your boyfriend is still just being daft.” Brett laughed and I huffed, standing up to go speak to him.  

“What are you doing here?”  I hissed and Liam slid a book back onto the shelf, an embarrassed blush rising to his cheeks as he avoided my gaze.  “Oh, hi {Y/N}, what a surprise, wasn’t expecting to see you here.”  I raised my eyebrows and he slumped, looking away uncomfortably.  “Okay, I didn’t like the idea of you alone with Talbot.”  I gestured to the bustling library, eyebrows still raised.  “And maybe I got a little jealous, and a little overprotective, I get that-”  
I cut him off.  “A little?  You literally followed me here, and were planning on hiding and spying on me for a good couple of hours because you were ‘jealous’ and ‘protective’.  It’s ridiculous.”  
“Okay, yeah, that’s true.”  
“And you don’t even have a valid reason.  I’m with you, and there’s nothing to protect me from anyway!  Brett’s a werewolf yes, but he’s basically part of our pack, he’s not going to hurt me!  And if there was somebody else, he could definitely protect me!  Can you give me a proper reason as to you being here other than the fact that you hate Brett and didn’t like the idea of me spending any time with him?”  I stopped, realising that I had gotten quite loud and people were beginning to look at us.  “Because I love you god damn it!  And yes, I’m fully aware that that just relates back to the same thing but I love you and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt so forgive me if I don’t trust Talbot to ensure your safety!”  He was rambling now, clearly regretting his decision but at the same time feeling irritated that I couldn’t grasp exactly how important it had felt to him that he be there.  “I’m sorry okay, I get that this wasn’t a good idea but you’re also just going to stress yourself out more!”  I huffed and he froze, cutting off his endless tirade in fear that he had just made things worse for himself, but instead I simply frowned.  “I love you too, now just shut up and kiss me.”  
He grinned.  “As you wish.” 

Hockey Luke (Chapter Nineteen)

this chapter is kind of short and maybe kinda boring and tbh i have no idea what it is but yes pls read and the next chapters gonna be wild oops #nospoilers

so please dont hate me anyway yeah bye

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven |chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen


“Thanks a lot.”

“You very welcome.” I grinned up at Calum as we appeared next to me by my locker. He just gave me an unamused glare, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked still an amused tone in my voice.

“The guys on the team teased me.” He grumbled, looking down at his feet. I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise, shutting my locker. “What happened?”

“It’s because of my nails that you painted. They made fun of me.” He muttered, starting to walk with me down the halls towards the exit. It was finally Friday (also the day of the game) but I wasn’t really sure if I was going to that.

“Aw Cal,” I cooed wrapping an arm around him. “I think you look great.” I said, looking at his hand. “I know right?” He said, making a smile perk up on my lips. “Y’know,” I said, smile growing. “You’re like their boss man, and you can like, control them so fuck ‘em.” I saw a smile starting to perk up on the corner of his lips as I spoke.

“So are you going to go home first or straight to the game?” Cal asked me, changing the subject. “Uhm,” I hesitated, not really sure how to tell him that I had no desire to go at all. “I don’t know Cal…” I trailed off. “Y/N,” Calum whined, tugging at my arm. “Are you not going?”

“I,” I stuttered, “I don’t know.” He gave me a look. “Please Y/N? It’s kind of a big game. Please?” He pleased, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout. “Cal,”

“I know that there’s like a million people that you don’t want to see there.” He cut you off. “But please? You don’t have to even talk to anyone. I promise that you can stick with me the entire night.” He said, and I was tempted to say yes.

“Fine.” I muttered, smile threatening to break out on my lips when I saw his face light up. “But let me go home first.” I said, as he wrapped his arms around me, thanking me a million times. “Yay!” He exclaimed, telling me that he’d meet me at the rink because he had to get there right away.

So I went home, mentally preparing myself for the game. Maybe I was thinking too much about this, because I was probably just going to sit on the bleachers and watch the game, maybe yell out a few things as they played and cheer for whoever won. Actually no, I was only going to cheer if my team won because there was no way in hell I was going to cheer to Mark’s team.

So I headed to the rink, letting my parents know that I was going to watch the game and that there was an eighty percent chance that I wouldn’t be home for dinner. They were used to me being out with the hockey team, and it’s not like my family minded since all of them were big hockey enthusiasts.

There were already a number of people at the rink; friends and some family always came to the games. I knew there was no chance that I was going to be seeing Calum before the game, so I simply headed over to the entrance of the bleachers. I always sat in the box with the coach, since I had special connections with the team. The coach did consider me the assistant after all.

Before I had a chance to get to my spot, I heard Calum’s familiar voice calling my name. “I thought that you bailed out!” He exclaimed, running over to hug me once again. “Jesus Cal,” I laughed, pushing him off. “Why would I bail out?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, letting me go. “I’m kinda nervous.” He confessed, without a single pause of silence. “You know that if we lose we get kicked out, right?”

“You’ll do great Cal.” I assured, giving him a soothingly (at least I hoped it was soothing) arm pat. “You’re like the best player on the team.” He scoffed at my words. “You know that Hemmings told me that you said the same thing to him.”

“What?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I mean,” Calum continued speaking. “I know that you guys were like together at some point or something and I know that I’m not supposed to talk about it.” What the hell was he on about. “And you probably said it because you wanted him to stick it to you or something-”

“Cal!” I exclaimed, slapping his arm. “Sorry, sorry.” Calum laughed. “I’m just nervous. I’ll shut up now. But seriously, your little boyfriend looks all sulky. You should like, make out with him a bit.”

I wanted to remind him that this wasn’t my favorite subject but I felt bad because I’m sure Calum was sick about hearing about this. “I already did.” Was all I said. “What?” His eyebrows raised in confusion. “I already made out with him a little.”

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, eyes wide. “You never told me! When?” He was starting to draw attention to us with his loud exclamations. “A few nights ago. Here actually. At the rink.”

“Did he bang you against the lockers or something? I’m sorry.” He said, before I could yell at him again. “I’ll shut up. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But seriously, you do you. Make out with him all you want. I should go, I need to stretch.”

“Good luck.” I smiled at him, watching him walk through the doors to the changing rooms. As soon as I saw him walk away, it was like someone another person was supposed to pop up. Because at that moment Mark seemed to appear out of thin air. “Hey, I thought I’d see you here.” He smiled. Why was he being so cheery.

“Are you still with blondie?” He asked, not eve giving me a chance to speak up. “Why do you care?” Was all I decided to say. “Just wondering.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I was thinking about last year, and about you and me. I don’t know.”

I stopped him there. “Not happening.”

I almost wanted to laugh out loud. What the hell was his problem. Seriously, it was like there couldn’t be a single simple thing in my life. “Seriously, just like. Walk away.” I made little waving motions with my hands. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands in defense.

And like I said before, everything seemed to be on cue. Because next I saw Luke. Mark was still standing in front of me. He saw the both of us as he walked past, towards the changing room where Calum had previously disappeared into. I found myself watching him walk by, like he had me in a trance. His eyebrows knotted together, look of confusion lacing his face.

I looked away, still surprised to see Mark standing in front of me. “I would say it was great to see you again. But that would be a very big lie, and don’t really like lying a lot. And I would say good luck for the game, but I really hope you lose.”

God, Calum better be happy that I had come. The game hadn’t even started yet, and I already felt a headache starting to form.

The Way It Was (Luke Hemmings)

Request: You and Luke recently broke up but all the guys beg you Togo to a party with them and you end up having a drunk hook up with Luke and get back together

I really actually liked how this turned out :) SMUT WARNING!

The break up was hard on me, to be completely honest. Never in a thousand years did I think that Luke and I would break up. In my mind, we would be together forever; get married, have kids, the whole deal.

In all honestly i knew it was the stress of tour that pushed him over the edge, but I couldn’t help but open my mouth when we would go to the bars and he would spend his time chatting up random girls instead of spending time with me. He never went home with any of them or so much as gave them a kiss, but he knew that the light arm touches and flirty conversations were his way of trying to push me away. And I had had it.

The fight was lengthy and we got no where, him screaming that it wasn’t a big deal, he was just talking to some nice girls. And me arguing that it was bullshit, he knew exactly what their intentions were. It finally resulted in him just saying he couldn’t do it anymore, the relationship. I was “suffocating” him, too controlling, i wasn’t letting him have fun. So I left with an eyeful of tears and a broken heart and went back to live at my apartment and continue with school in the fall semester.

The shitty part was that I missed the guys. Of course I missed Luke, but I couldn’t help that he didn’t get where I was coming from; it was a lost cause, really. But Michael and Ashton had become like (very annoying) brothers to me, and Cal was my best friend. I secretly kept in contact with all of them occasionally, but Calum and I talked every day. Luke would probably freak out if he knew that his best friend was still talking to his ex, so Calum kept me in his phone as my middle name, Luke would never catch on.

As far as I know Lukes pretty much been doing what I’ve been doing: going out, drinking and hooking up. I found a few nice boys to fill my desire but so much of me missed having a relationship, and no one understood me the way Luke did.

I was sitting on my couch in my apartment while my roommate Caroline tapped away furiously at an essay she had to submit by tomorrow morning. Suddenly my phone rang.

“Hello?” i answered, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hey!” i heard Cal’s cheery voice at the other end.

“Hey what’s up!” I responded back. I rarely got to hear his voice so it was a nice change of pace from just texting.

“Oh nothing, Michael and I are just fucking around with the xbox and since tour’s over and stuff I don’t have to worry about Mr. Cranky asking me who Im on the phone with,” he laughed. I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what he meant.

“So obviously he suspects were talking then.”

“Well…yeah but I mean he has no proof so he couldn’t ever really say anything. He’s just suspicious.”

I began picking at a loose thread from my running shorts, something I had planned to do but decided today was not the day for exercise.

“Well Im glad at least that we can talk now. As much as Luke was a dick to me I miss the rest of you,” I admitted.

“We miss you too!” I heard Michael scream from the background.

I laughed, just reminiscing in old memories I had with them.

“Aaaaanyway,” Calum continued, “ are you busy tonight?”

“Uh,” I thought about it. I mean I wasn’t really but just incase I didn’t want to do whatever I knew he was about to suggest I had to at least sound like i might be. “I have a lot of reading to do for my classes on Monday, why?”

“Well,” he started, sounding like he was readjusting his position wherever he was, “one of our friends is having an end of the summer party, and I wanted to know if you’d come.”

“Yeah…uh…Im not sure Cal.”

“Please! We miss you a lot! And you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to either, Michael’s DD tonight so you’ll have a sober friend to talk to!”

“Ill need to drink if he’s gonna be there,” I admitted, biting my lip.

“I don’t even know if he’s coming to be honest. He’s just been so weird and not himself lately. And if he is, hey, say hi, be nice, or you can just avoid him and hang with us. He’s been doing his own thing lately anyway.”

I thought about it seriously for a moment. “Ugh, if I go, can you promise you won’t get super wasted? I actually wanna see you guys!”

“So you’ll come?!”

“Only on that condition.”

“Yeah fine, whatever. We’ll come by and grab you around 10 if thats alright.”

“Sounds good!”

I hung up the phone and threw my head back. Peeking over at Caroline, she smiled at me.

“You will have an interesting night, thats for sure” she giggled.

“Tell me about it,” I groaned, getting up to shower.


Walking up to the house, I began to get nervous. Calum and I did a few shots in the car so that I wasn’t completely sober when I showed up, just in case Luke made an appearance immediately.

I adjusted my skin-tight skirt a little lower, focusing on walking properly in my heels.

“You’ll be ok” Michael insisted, leading me inside with a hand on my lower back. I just looked up at him, not sure if I was believing anything he was saying.

As we stepped in, Calum spotted Ashton with his girlfriend Bryana in the corner of the packed living room and called him over.

“Hey bud — Y/N!!! I haven’t seen you in forever what are you doing here!?” Ashton asked excitedly, bringing me in for a hug.

“Allll Calum’s idea,” I slurred slightly, the alcohol giving me a comfortable buzz.

As I gave Bryana a tight hug, I heard Ashton talking with Michael.

“Dude you know he’s here, right?”

“He said he wasn’t coming, what the fuck.”

“Yeah well he changed his mind, he’s somewhere in the back of this place, not sure.”

My eyes were now fixed on Ashton, my stomach going crazy with nerves.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. He’s had a bit to drink.” Ashton tried comforting me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Lets go get a drink!” Bryana smiled at me, leading me through the crazy busy living room and into the kitchen, where various bottles of alcohol were strewn across the island. She mixed me a vodka with orange juice, before grabbing a cooler for herself.

“So I guess the plan is to avoid Luke tonight at all costs huh?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said, throwing back at least half the drink.

“Well don’t worry, Im pretty sure he’s in the dining room playing beer pong, so you should be ok for a while.”

Just then we heard some noise coming from that very room.

“Im out!”
“Shit man, wheres the beer bitch?”
“Luuuuuke, you’re up buddy.”

“Wait what?” I turned to Bryana.

“He spilled his bottle of beer all over the carpet earlier, and as party-rules go, he’s now the beer bitch. He just has to fetch everyones drinks when they run out.” Suddenly her eyes went wide realizing we were in drink heaven: the kitchen.

Before I could walk away, I saw the familiar head of blonde hair walk through the kitchen. He looked good, dressed in a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, his feet adorned in black boots, the ones I had picked out for him in New York. My mouth went dry and the room began to spin, it was like falling in love all over again.

He stopped before he reached the fridge, just staring at me while I stared back at him. He looked to Bryana, then back to me, still very confused.

“Hello ladies,” he finally said, opening the fridge while his eyes stayed trained on me the entire time.

“Surprised?” I asked, feeling a little risky as I cocked my eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” he said, retrieving the beer and shutting the door. He walked backwards to wards the dining room.

“Ill see you later,” he said before disappearing.


After many drinks between Bryana and I, we wound up in the living room talking with the rest of the boys. Somehow drunk Luke had made his way over to drunk me and dragged me away to a place near the TV stand that was a little less crowded.

Now here we were, Luke leaned against the wall while i stood in front of him, playing with the silver necklace that dangled from his neck.  His hands were shoved comfortably in his pockets, his eyes trained on me.

We talked about how the end of tour went, how his mum was and how he had totally NOT spilled his drink earlier in the night (although I didn’t believe a word of it).

“Luke,” I said, fiddling the necklace between my fingers.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Why did you break up with me?” I pouted. In my drunken state i somehow found the confidence to ask the question that had been eating at me.

“I don’t know,” he huffed. I gave him a disapproving look, I knew he had a better answer than that.

“Drunk Luke knows nothing, Y/N,” he smirked.

“You’re a dick,” I glared, letting go of the necklace and placing my palm flat against his chest.

“And you’re hot as fuck,” his voice lowered, his face just an inch away from mine. I bit my lip to see what would happen, as it always drove him over the edge.

His right hand all but flew from his pocket and wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. He pressed his lips to mine and it felt like home. Fireworks erupted inside of me as our lips moved slowly together, finding a comfortable rhythm. It was desperate and heated, my hands now gripping the material of his t-shirt hard. His other hand rested on top of mine, causing another surge of excitement to run through me.

We pulled away from each other, both us panting and wanting more, our lips puffy. My eyes fell down to his neck, my favourite spot of his. I used to leave marks there every night, him whining about having to cover them in the morning but secretly loving it.

“Go ahead,” he teased, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. The alcohol was hitting both of us hard, I had no idea why I was doing this, but it felt good. Did i want to sleep with him that night? Of course, no one had fucked me as good as Luke could and I was craving him. But I had no clue what he wanted.

I moved quickly to attach myself to his neck, sucking the fragile skin between my teeth and into my mouth. As I worked myself on him, I felt him reach behind me and grab someone.

“Dan,” Luke yelled in a hush. Dan was the host, I assumed by what came next.

“Yeah mate?”

“You got anywhere in this house free…you know,” he asked, tightening his grip around me. I cupped the opposite sided of his neck, helping to keep him still while I marked him up with dark red spots, grinning at his request.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Room upstairs with the double doors is mine, Ill make sure to stay out for a while.”

“Much appreciated,” i heard Luke thank him before he tapped my bum, causing me to look up.

“Wanna go?” he asked, I could smell the alcohol coming from his breath.

I didn’t say anything, just wiggled out of his arm and went as fast as I could upstairs. On my way up I saw Cal and Mikey out of the corner of my eye, obviously not sure what was happening and if it was a good idea. I could feel Luke trailing behind me and as we got upstairs where it was significantly quieter, he immediately ran to Dan’s room, throwing open the doors.

Once inside with locked doors Luke sat on the edge of the messy queen-sized bed and began to kick his shoes off. Wasting no time, i stumbled over to him, dropping to my knees and getting to work on his pants. Getting the belt undone, I made quick work of the buttons and violently yanked down his pants and boxer briefs at the same time, exposing his only semi-hard erection.

“Jesus, Y/N, easy,” he said through gritted teeth as I began stroking him.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Luke,” I countered, pumping him fast to get him to full hardness, using some of my spit to lube up his cock. He always had a little trouble when he drank in excess, I however had a much easier time getting off.  

“I do, when it comes to my body,” he said, eyebrows raised. Taking him into my mouth, I worked in tandem with my hand to blow him properly.

“To be fair,” i said, pulling off, “I wouldn’t insult the girl who’s got your dick in her mouth.” I placed him back in my mouth, moving my toungue around the tip, making him moan.

“Not insulting, just asking for a little respect is all,” he managed to squeak out. I began to play with his balls in an effort to distract him from my next comment.

“Like the respect you had for me the night you decided to ignore me for some worthless trashy excuse for gi— “

I was interrupted by Luke’s hand laced into my hair, dragging my up as he stood from the bed.

“You know I wasn’t seriously interested?” He growled, forcing me to look at him.

“Then why did you pretend to be?” I countered. He quickly pushed my skirt up with his other hand, pushing my panties to the side and feeling how wet I was; alcohol always made me horny.

“ To piss you off,” he admitted, his liquid courage starting to show through.

“Fuck you,” i spat though gritted teeth.

Next thing i know he had grabbed me, turned me and threw my on the bed. He made quick work of stripping me down to nothing, violently ripping at my clothes. Rough angry sex with Luke was always the most exhilarating, and he knew exactly what I liked from it.

He left his shirt on, but removed his bottoms and socks, his hard-on standing straight out and begging for attention.

“You’re gonna learn not to insult me, baby girl,” he whispered. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans from the floor, he retrieved a condom from his wallet. As he ripped it open and began to roll it onto himself, I spoke back.

“And you’re gonna learn not to be a complete ass to the girl who would have done everything for you.” Still standing off the bed, Luke hooked his arm around my right thigh and dragged me so my crotch sat right at the edge of the bed, his eyes angry and needy at the same time. Testing me again to make sure I was still wet, he grabbed his cock in his hands and placed it at the entrance to my vagina, pushing in quickly, not allowing me time to accommodate him.

“Feel good?” He smirked, keeping his arm hooked around my leg so it rested near his ribcage. I only let out a small “fuck,” grabbing a fistful of the duvet behind me head.

“You’re still an ass,” I managed as he thrusted in and out of me, his other hand gripped tightly on hip hip to keep me steady as he fucked me.

“And you’re still hot,” he admitted, his forehead becoming sweaty.

“Shit” I let out in reaction to his penis buried deep inside me, I forgot how good he felt.

“Fuck I missed this pussy,” Luke moaned, his thrusts picking up, making me go breathless.

“It missed you,” I responded as soon as he had slowed. Forgetting all about our anger from just a minute ago, Luke laughed, bending over to press a sweet kiss to my lips, our torsos pressed firmly together.

He moved to my neck, placing wet kisses everywhere there and on my collarbones. His arm was still hooked around my leg and he began hitting me at a new angle, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck,” I drawled out, the alcohol only heightening my experience.

“Feel good baby?” He mumbled against my neck.

“Mhm,” i managed, biting my lip. I fisted at the t-shirt still on him, grabbing at the fabric and moving it up his torso to reveal his tummy. I gripped his hip, trying my best to control his movements but with no luck.

“Yeah? Want me to take care of you, pretty girl?”

“Fuck…Please Luke,” I begged. At my request, he moved his head to look directly into my eyes, our noses touching. He slipped his hand in between us, pressing his two fingers to my clit, rubbing in unorderly, sloppy circles.

I clamped my eyes shut, unable to contain my pleasure.

“Baby open your eyes, wanna watch you cum,” he ordered sweetly, using his other arm to hold himself up right above me.

He kissed me before I opened my eyes. Looking into his, I felt the pressure of my orgasm building, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold it off for much longer. As I began to climax I reactively placed my palm flat against his belly trying to hold him off.

Continuing to stimulate my clit, I couldn’t hold on any longer. Struggling to keep my eyes open, my back arched into him, my pussy clenching around him hard and slow.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Mm yeah, cum for me baby, you look so good when you cum for me” Luke moaned. Coming down from my amazing orgasm, I was still shaking and trying to control my breathing.

Luke pressed a kiss to my cheek, “good girl,” he cooed.

Pushing himself up above me, he stayed hovered over my body but extended his arms, to lessen the deep angle he had previously been thrusting at. Still though, I was way too sensitive for him keep going.

“Luke,” I called.

“Yeah,” he said, going easy with his thrusts while he waited for me to completely come down.

“‘M to sensitive,” I whined, feeling the dizzying effects of the alcohol hit me.

“Im almost done sweetheart,” he said gently. I smiled at the pet name, always one of my favourites. “Want me to pull out,” he asked, looking a little disappointed.

I nodded. “But I’ll finish you its ok,” I smiled. He slipped out of me and leaned down to press  quick kiss to my lips.

“Take it off,” i motioned to the condom and Luke did so, throwing it in the garbage next to the bed. I slipped off the bed, still dizzy and turned us so that Lukes thighs rested against the side of the bed.

Grabbing him in my left hand, I placed him in my mouth and began stroking. Using my right hand, i slid it from his hip and upwards, dragging that stupid t-shirt. My hand stayed positioned on his upper stomach; it was warm and sweaty.

I began to feel him get even harder and removed my mouth from him. Pumping him fast I looked up at Luke, his eyes closed and his hand gripping mine that was pressed against his torso. I felt his tummy muscles flex beneath my palm and opened my mouth. Placing the tip right against my bottom lip, I held his cock still as it twitched, emptying his load into my mouth. In a way I didn’t mind, the taste of him was familiar. Milking him for every last drop, I waited before closing my mouth and swallowing.

Luke was silent, sitting down on the edge of the bed and wiping his forehead of sweat.

I just stayed on my knees, unsure of what to do. We had hooked up drunk and now I didn’t know what to do. I was about to panic when i felt his hands grip underneath my arms, lifting me up to his level, and then laying back on the bed with me pressed tightly beside him.

I swung my leg over his body instinctively and placed my hand on his chest.  He moved to press a kiss to my temple.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, now playing my my fingers.

“You’re drunk Luke.”

“Mhm, but I still missed you.”

“Why did you break up with me,” i tried asking for the second time that night.

“Because I thought I would enjoy being single like Cal and Michael, but then I realized,” he stopped.

“Realized what?” I asked.

“I was too in love to enjoy being single”

I looked up at him, suddenly feeling a familiar feeling in my chest.

“You hurt me, Luke.”

“I know, I’m sorry baby girl. I only chatted up those girls to see if you would break up with me, I didn’t really have the guts to do that to you. I was stupid, I know its a stupid reason.”

“I was willing to fight for it Luke.”

“Uh…are you still willing to fight? Because if so I’d love to get back into the game.”

I just smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.