my feet finally touch my head

Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot:

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

The Enemy of My Enemy

Title: The Enemy of My Enemy

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3212

Warnings: Swearing, and a little bit of smut

Summary: Crowley, in desperate need to recover a power amulet from the Winchesters, uses Reader, a mortal enemy of the boys, to distract them. In return, he promises to let her mother go.

A/N: Requests are open, so please send me prompts you’d like to see. 

Originally posted by frozen-delight


Once again, another ruse to take down the Winchesters has backfired. And, once again, Crowley is left defeated, basking in his failure. How they seem to outwit him every time, he’d never know. 

Maybe it was their angel pet, or their undying stubbornness that drives them to do anything, but hunt. Either way, he needed a new approach, a new angle of attack before they find out what he’s really up to. 

But how? He needed a distraction. And if the boys loved anything more than being a pain in his ass, it was beer. He could possibly lure and trap them in a bar, or- 

“Sir?” A demon called, entering the thrown room. 

Crowley looked up from his seat, he’s falling on the man who dared disturb him. “Connor,” he replied, sitting up. “Ever heard of knocking?“ 

The demon froze, gulping. "Sorry, sir.” he muttered, looking to his feet. “I was just excited to share with you some good news." 

Crowley cocked his head in curiosity as he smirked at his minion. "Well?” he urged. 

The demon slightly dropped his shoulders, relaxing. “We found the amulet you were looking for. You were right the Winchesters do have it.” he answered. 

“And?” Crowley inquired, waiting to hear the rest. 

Connor, shook his head. “That’s all, sir." 

"That’s all?” he repeated, slowly rising from his seat. “You enter my thrown room, unannounced, vouching you have good news, you’re oh-so excited about, only to tell me what I already know!” he yelled, walking towards the poor demon. 

The demon shrunk under the King’s power. “Well, we were going to get it, your highness, but then (Y/N) showed up, arguing with them, and you told us to avoid her.” he explained, hoping it would save his head. 

Crowley huffed, not sure who he was angrier at - the foolish demon standing before him, or the even bigger pain in the ass hunter that always seemed to show up at the worst times. And, why wouldn’t she? She’s so infuriating, showing up and arguing with- 


“Did you say arguing?” Crowley asked, suddenly all anger dissolving into confusion. 

The demon, too afraid to speak, nodded.

Previously in a wicked sneer, Crowley’s lips curved into a small, malicious smile. “New plan,” he announced, walking back to his throne. “Find me (Y/N) (L/N), and bring her to me unharmed.”


The hunt to rescue your mother was on. And the moment you found a lead, of course, the Winchesters took it upon themselves to ruin everything. The demons that took your mother escaped, and it was all due to the stupidity from the most reckless, selfish duo to ever hunt.

“You fucking idiots!” you shouted, angrily kicking a rusted barrel.

Dean, nose bloody and lips bruised, slowly stood from his defeated position. “We’re the idiots?” he asked, just as pissed. “You’re the one that came out of no where and ruined this whole plan!”

You scoffed, choking back a laugh. “I didn’t ruin shit! Do you know how long it took me to track these motherfuckers?” you questioned, stepping towards him. “Months! And then Tweedledee,” you nodded to the right towards Sam. “And Tweedledum,” you went back to locking eyes with Dean. “Show up and destroy a highly-detailed operation!”  

“You’re impossible.” Dean dryly chuckle. “They saw the amulet. Now, Crowley knows we have it. Do you know what they can do if they ever got their hands on it?” he asked, holding up a black and grey crystal amulet. “We’d all die.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about dying Dean!” you shouted, dismissing his half-assed reasoning. “Everyone knows your little angel will bring you back.”

Dean smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “Aw, (Y/N).” he chuckled. “You jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, and turned around. “Fuck you, Dean.” you muttered as you made your way out the empty warehouse, and to your car.

“You already did!” Dean called after you.

You didn’t bother turning back. Instead, you held up a finger behind you, and unlocked your car.

“Back at yo-” Dean started, but a voice of reason cut him off.

“Dean, stop!” Sam hissed. He, then, lowered his voice, making it impossible for you to overhear due to the distance between you.

Yet, still, you didn’t care. The only thing that was on your mind was the fact that you were back to square one. Alone and without a lead.

And, I was so close to getting my mother back. You thought as you started the car, driving back to your hide out.

It didn’t do well to dwell on the past. You had to calculate your next steps. You’ll go back and do what you did the first time. Track their patterns and victims. Yes, it may take months, but this time you knew what they were after, and who had it. That had to count for something.

Though lit by the sun, you were lost in thought and didn’t see the figure that suddenly occupied the road. You gasped, swerving the car to the left and slammed down on the breaks. The car still hit the figure, and the sickening sound of cracking bones echoed in your ears. The car came to a stop, and immediately you got out, moving to the limp figure.

“Are you okay?” you called, crouching before it.

With ease, the man stood up and reset his joints. “Just fine.”

Demon. The alarms in your head rang and, like clockwork, you pulled out your gun. Holding it against it’s head, you ordered, “Where’s Crowley?”

The demon smirked. “I won’t tell you.” he replied. You didn’t hesitant, cocking the gun. Laughing the demon continued, “I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.”

And before you knew it, you felt a heavy force against the side of your head as the world blurred to black.

“I thought I told you to bring her here unharmed.” a loudly obnoxious voice boomed. “For hell’s sake, Connor, can you do anything right?”

A little whimper to your left was all you could register before a loud crack silenced it. A thump echoed beside you as you slowly unscrewed your eyes open.

“Idiot,” the voice, you suddenly saw to be Crowley, muttered. “Get him out of my sight.” he ordered, walking back to his throne as his minions removed the lifeless body out of the room.

Slowly, you brought yourself to your feet, patting around your thigh and waistband for your weapons.

“Finally awake, are we?” he asked, turning and taking his seat.

You breathed heavily, feeling slightly lightheaded. You touched the side of your head, and hissed, finding it raw. “Where’s my mother?” you demanded, ignoring his last remark.

“I am a businessman, (Y/N). I don’t give information for free.” he retorted. “However, I do make deals.”

You scoffed. “I’ve been trying to make a deal for months. You made it very clear the time for that was over. What changed?”

Crowley interlocked his fingers, twiddling his thumbs. Shrugging, he countered, “This time you actually have something to offer.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “And that is?”

“A distraction.” he simply answered. “You see the Winchesters have something that belongs to me.”

“An amulet.” you stated.

Crowley nodded, slightly surprised you knew. “Yes, and well they don’t seem very likely to like give it up. And with their little pet, it’s impossible for me to take it.”

“So, you want me to distract them while you steal it?” you inquired, sighing. “Why me?”

Smiling, he uttered, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

You nodded, a bit impressed with the plan. “And if I do this, I’ll get my mother back?”

Nodding, Crowley smiled, “The moment it’s in my hands, you get your mother back.” he confirmed. “So, do we have a deal?”

You stared him down for a second. Maybe this would work. It would save you months of tracking and sneaking around. In merely hours, you would get your mother back. “Yes,” you mumbled. “But, I’m not kissing you.”

Crowley grinned. “Oh, yes. Save that for Dean.”

You inhale deeply, freezing. “I better get going.” you said, turning around. “You have three hours. Make them count.”


“I hate her.” Dean mumbled as he opened yet another book and slumped down on his chair.

Sitting across the table, with a stack of books of his own, Sam rolled his eyes. “You were just saying how hot she was like three days ago.” he pointed out, chuckling.

Dean sipped on his beer. “Yeah, she’s hot when she’s not blaming me for things that aren’t my fault.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Sam replied, reverting back to his book of lore. “And don’t you remember what I said? She obviously-”

Dean cut him off, continuing his sentence. “has a reason to be angry over a demon ambush. Still, it’s not my fault she fucked up.”

Sam shook his head. “Whatever,” he mumbled. “Let’s just get back to-”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A heavy knock came to the door, interrupting the conversation. The boys looked to each other. “Cas?” Dean whispered to his brother.

Sam shook his head. “We both know he’d just walk in.”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

It echoed again. The boys reacted quickly, pulling out their guns, and itching towards the door. On either side of it, they gave each other a quick nod, signalling they were ready. In one swift motion, Dean opened the door, ready to shot.

“Whoa,” she shouted, taking a step back and holding her hands up. “What the hell, Winchester?”

Dean relaxed, dropping the gun. “What do you want?” he sneered as Sam emerged from the behind him.

She looked between the two, shoving her hands in her pockets. “I came to apologize.” she answered.

Dean didn’t bother to hide his surprise. It wasn’t like (Y/N) to admit she was wrong. “What?”

Sam stood straighter, clearing his throat. “Yeah, what are you apologizing for exactly?”

She took a deep breath. “I let out my anger on you when I was actually pissed at Crowley and his asshole demons. I’ve been looking for them for months. Somehow, the were able to block all my summonings. Anyway, I was the one that lost them and almost destroyed the world.” she explained. “So, I’m sorry.”

Sam nodded, offering a small smile. However, Dean wasn’t as easily convinced. He stared her down. “Why?” he questioned.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “I just told you why.”

“No, I mean why were you summoning them? Why were they blocking you?” he clarified.  

Suddenly, he felt a sight nudge against his shoulder. Turning around, he found Sam giving him a warning look.

“He took my mother.” she said, ignoring Sam’s actions.

Both boys fell silent. Dean suddenly understood her anger. If someone ruined his months of tracking, and his chances of getting his brother back, he’d be pissed too.

Sam took a step back and pushed back the door. “Why don’t you come in?” he asked.

Dean, looked back at his brother, then back at the girl in front of him. He gave in, taking a step back as well.

She gave them a small smile and stepped into the bunker. Against the rail, she stood staring out in awe. “This makes my place look like a dump.”

“It probably is.” Dean teased, a small smirk inching on his lips.

She turned to face him, a smile playing on her own lips. “Careful, Dean. I’m not always so sorry.”

“And I’m not always so forgiving.” he countered as Sam made his way down the stairs.

Without a word, they both followed him into the large study. “What’s with all the books? Is there a case near by I missed?” she asked, noticing the stack of books on the desk.

“No,” Sam replied, returning to his seat. “We’re trying to find out how to destroy the amulet before Crowley gets his hands on it.”

Dean sat in his seat, pointing a thumb to the bookshelf behind him. “Make yourself useful.”

Though, she didn’t move. “How long have you guys been looking?” she asked, instead.

“A few weeks now.” Sam answered, “and we’re no where close.”

She reached over the table and shut the book. “I think it’s time for a break.”

Dean gave her a questioning look as she did the same to his book. “Don’t you have to find your mother?”

She froze, before taking a deep breath. “I found her. But, it was too late.” she muttered.

Sam got up from his seat. “(Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” Dean added, reaching for her hand.

She looked down at the interaction. Locking her eyes with his, she flashed a small smile. “I, um, don’t want to talk about it.” she sniffed, pulling her hand away from his. “I could really use a distraction though. And since there’s no case near by, why don’t we all go grab a beer or something?”

Dean smiled, “I could use a drink.”

Sam, glanced back at the books, then at (Y/N). He nodded, mirroring his older brother’s smile. “Me too.”

(Y/N) returned the grin and made her way back to the door. “I’m driving.” she called.

Dean smirked, watching her walked away, his eyes trailing down her back to her ass.

“Shotgun!” he heard his brother yell. Pulled out of his daydream, he noticed his brother smirking at him. “You’re so obvious.”  Sam laughed, running to catch up with (Y/N).


A part of you felt guilty for lying, but you were willing to do anything to save your mother. And even though he was being so kind, in his own way, you still had to push those feelings aside. This was the only way you could ensure that your mother will be released safely.

“Three more.” you ordered, after downing your fifth shot.

Sam coughed, slamming his glass on the counter. “You could really hold your liquor, can you?” he asked.

“She always could.” Dean spoke, grabbing the next glass and drinking.

You did the same, setting the glass down. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a pretty blonde roaming her eyes over Sam. Nudging Sam, you muttered, “Pretty blonde, two o’clock.”

Sam looked over, finding the girl smirking at him. “No,” he shook his head, turning back to the counter. “I shouldn’t.”

“Dude,” Dean interjected. “She wants you. Go have fun for once.”

You nodded, pushing him off his stool. “Go.” you encouraged.

Sam stumbled over, and began talking up the girl as she laughed and played with her hair.

“And then there were two.” Dean said, pulling your eyes away from Sam’s interaction.

You smiled at him, noticing the slight slur in his voice. He was drunk. “Let’s dance.” You forced a slur, pretending to be just as intoxicated.

He smirked as you grabbed his hand and pulled him off his seat. You led him to the dance floor, surrounded by many others, and pressed your body against his. “This reminds me of old times.” you whispered in his ear as you swayed to the beat.

He deeply laughed, erupting your heart. His hand roamed down your waist and around your back. “Maybe we can recreate some of those memories.” he replied in the same hushed whisper, sending shivers down your spine. His hands were suddenly on your ass suddenly possessing a firm grip.

You melted into his body. “There’s no maybe.” you muttered.

It all happened so suddenly. That’s what you kept telling yourself anyway. But, let’s be honest, you liked it – you liked him, and deep down, you wanted this to happen.

Shedding clothes, you entangled your bodies together. His calloused fingers ran over your flaps, making you shiver against him. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on you. Gently, he pushed you against the bed, making you flop onto it.

Slowly, he climbed his naked body over you. “I never stopped thinking about you.” he admitted, hovering his lips over yours. “I always see you – no matter who I’m with.”

You reached up, attaching your lips to his. You had to silence him, one more word and you would’ve revealed the truth as to why you had to be here in the first place.

His fingers found their way between your thighs again. You moaned at the contact, buckling your hips.

He chuckled, gripping your hips to the bed. “Easy.” he whispered. “You were always so eager.”

“Stop teasing.” you begged, attacking his neck and collarbone.

He groaned at the action. “Fine,” he caved, aligning himself with your entrance.

And before you knew it, the two of you were moaning messing against each other.

The moment your eyes opened, the guilt set in. You felt his steady breath against the back of your neck, and his warmth against your back. His arms were wrapped around you, keeping you safe in his hold. A part of you wanted to stay there, basking in his passion.

However, the thought only triggered the guilt to churn in your gut. You had to leave, and fast. Gently, you untangled yourself from him, and began redressing yourself. Once done, you looked back at him, wishing more than anything to crawl back into bed and forget about your plan with Crowley.

Your mind wondered back to the reason it didn’t work the first time. He was too broken and spat things he didn’t mean, but were still somehow true. And you? Well, you had a whole army of vamps on your tail and love was the last thing on your mind. Yet, he never was.

And now, still caught in bad decisions and selfishness, you had to choose. Dean or your mother.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Crowley’s words echoed in your mind. You were Dean’s – the Winchesters’ enemy.

The answer was suddenly all too clear now. You and Dean would not work. The timing was all too off, all too often. It was hopeless.

Sighing, you creeped out of the bunker, and made your way to your car. With tears in your eyes, you drove back to Crowley’s little hideout to claim your reward.


“Congratulations.” he smirked. “Although, we didn’t need that much time. I recall you promising only three hours.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just give me my mother, you asshole.” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Crowley scanned her up and down before gesturing to one of his demons. “Let her go.”

Her mother, bloody, broken and bruised, emerged from the hallway. “She’s hurt.” (Y/N) cried, running towards her.

“I said I’d release her. I never mentioned anything about her remaining unharmed.” he explained. “Now, get out of my sight. Before I change my mind.”

(Y/N) gulped and threw her mother’s arm around her neck, helping her walk out of the room.

Pulling the amulet from his pocket, Crowley smirked. “Now,” he started, turning to his demons. “I think it’s time we raise a little hell.”

apprenticedmagician  asked:

“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au Andreil (obvs) or Jerejean (not as obvs but still easy i think)

Andrew didn’t know why he agreed to this.  Normally he could resist his cousin’s soulful gaze but Nicky was going to visit Germany for the summer and the house was going to be so much quieter than he was used to and so he gave in against his better judgement.

But it was so loud without the helmet muffling the roar of the crowd.  Andrew almost never experienced an Exy game from this side of the plexiglass.  Some middle-aged mother was ignoring her toddler son and screeching at the ref.  The kid was yelling for her attention too, almost indistinguishable from the roar of the crows.  It was bright too.  Andrew squinted against the harsh lighting as an insistent pain throbbed in his eye socket.  Every breath carried the stench of stale beer and perfume.  And maybe he could handle these things individually but every sense is being assaulted and it’s too much, too much, too much, too much, too much.

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Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 4

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

I feel like crying right now because this part is finally done lol. I’m really hoping part 5 comes to me a lot easier, I already have a chunk of it planned out. Anyway, I was planning lots of fluffy smut for this part but it just didn’t happen. I’d rather have no smut than half-hearted smut lol. I do have some planned for the next part though. Thanks for your patience guys <3

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In Every Sense of the Word

“Noona, when will you start seeing me as an adult?”

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (+ Suggestive Smut?)

Jeon Jungkook never failed to make your heart flutter. Whenever you watched BTS preform from backstage, you eyes would never leave him. Everything about him was screaming perfection. His transformation into the man he is on stage amazed you the most. However his innocent smile and eyes when he’s offstage reminded you that he’s two years younger than you, you shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. You were his Noona.

Sometimes while I’m putting make-up on the other boys, I’d catch Jungkook staring at me. It was the kind of gaze that held the weight of a thousand words, the intensity made me feel electric. Even now as I put make-up on Taehyung while he slept, Jungkook was sitting on one of the studio chairs watching me work.

“What is it Kookie?” I asked straightening up and putting away the make-up brushes.  His eyes continued to observe me unwaveringly, his lips curving into his innocent smile.  I raised an eyebrow at him, indicating I waiting for his response.

“I just like watching you work Noona,” Jungkook said sheepishly, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Awe, Bunny. You’re so adorable.” I walked over to Jungkook and pinched his cheeks.

 “Ah, Noona!” Jungkook yelped, reaching up to hold the hand I had used to pinch his cheek. His hand completely engulfed mine, the warmth of it made my cheeks burn. As I tried to pull my hand away, his hold tightened. His gaze met mine and his lips curved into a devilishly smirk. Jungkook shifted my hand, placing a soft kiss on my inner wrist. My breath caught in my throat.

 "Jungkook, what’re you doing?“ I asked, attempting once again to pull my hand away before anyone walks into the dressing room. My eyes left his unwillingly and locked on the door.

 "Noona, when will you start seeing me as an adult?” He asked, finally freeing my hand.  He tilted his head, and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

 "What’re you talking about?“ I inquired tentatively. I stepped back towards the dressing table putting some space between us.

 "You always call me bunny, pinch my cheeks, and ruffle my hair, as if I’m a child.” He tilted his head, his gaze never straying from mine.

“You have no idea what your touch does to me.” I averted my gaze from his as blood rushed to my cheeks. Suddenly it was getting very difficult to breathe in this room. Jungkook rose to his feet and closed the distance I had created.

 "You have no idea that your eyes on me while I’m preforming really get my blood pumping.“ He gripped my chin gently pushing my face upwards, forcing our eyes to meet.

 My gaze traveled from his exquisite eyes to his strong jawline to his broad shoulders. There was no trace of the child-like qualities I deemed he possessed. No, the person before me was a man in every sense of the word. I was simply stuck in the past.

 Jungkook titled his head; his signature devilish smirk graced his lips once again. His hands grasped my waist, drawing my body flush against his. He placed his forehead against mine.

 “Please start seeing me as an adult, because I can’t see you as just a Noona anymore.”

Leo Fitz|| Dream

Originally posted by whatlighttasteslike


Set during 4x20 - Farewell, Cruel World!

Prompt: Seeing Fitz in the aftermath of waking up from The Framework is bad enough, but what happens whenever you’re forced to watch him walk away from you, to a woman who has done nothing but manipulate his heart? 

Song lyrics come from Today Has Been OK - Sleeping At Last

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Give Me A Chance

Bruce Wayne x Reader


1: “ Give me a chance. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

A/N: HELLOO! Oh its so good to be writing again! Year 12 is a fucking pain in the backside. I needed a break and thought you all deserved this and though t that there wasn’t enough Bruce Wayne out there so here you little munchkins go. Know that the ask box is open and you may choose a prompt and send it in (REQUESTS OPEN ONLY FOR THE BATFAM, SORRY! + NO NSWF), but I may be a bit slow so be kind to your writer pleaseee.

I sat at my desk, the sounds of the tapping of keyboards and high shrill screams of phone making me sit a little straighter every so often. I had been a cooperate assistant at WAYNE Industries for a couple of years, having started off as an apprentice before working my way up through the jobs.

Suddenly the doors to the elevator of our level opened with a loud ding, making me look up to see who it was before looking back down with a small gasp, praying   under my breath that he hadn’t noticed me. I heard the footsteps creak over the voices and activity in the office, and cursed under my breath. My prayer had gone unanswered, gulping before looking up into the eyes of Bruce fucking Wayne. The White Knight of Gotham, its Prince, its Salvation.

I didn’t think of him as a bad person, oh no. Bruce and I had been going out on a few dates in the past few weeks. And they had been absolutely perfect. I loved them. And, I loved him. But i knew that I couldn’t just dive deep into the relationship, I didn’t want to get hurt … Not again, especially by billionaire playboy, and become the face of embarrassment in the company.

‘Good morning Sir,’ I said courtly before looking back down over the stack of papers in front of me. Bruce couldn’t help but sigh heavily, ‘Morning Y/N.’

‘Is there something I could do for you?’ Once again he sighed. ‘Could I have the itinerary for today as well as the files for this morning’s conference.’ I searched through the piles of paper, taking the manila folder and handing it to him quickly before looking once more for the itinerary. God damn it, of course I had to lose it. ‘I seemed to have misplaced it, just give me a minute.’

‘Seems we work you way too hard, Y/N.’ I couldn’t help but smile a little, but it was gone just as fast as it had came. After pulling a stack of files out of the way, I sighted the itinerary with a sigh of relief. I reached over to grab it before I felt Bruce’s hand brushing against my own, a shiver running down my spine instantly as he hooked his fingers through my own. I looked up into his eyes, the first eye contact we had made that entire day. His eyes were filled with pain as I flinched away from his touch, ‘Here you go Mr Wayne.’

And without another word, I fixed up my desk, and the tapping of my keyboard continued. I only looked up at the sound of Bruce’s office door slamming. With a sigh I slouched in my chair, pushing my hair out of my face. I my line of vision, I caught sight of a bunch of women huddled in one of the cubicles, sniggering and scoffing at the sight of me.

‘What does he even see in her? I mean she probably doesn’t even get a quarter of what he makes a year!’

‘She doesn’t even have a figure like the women he hangs out with, I mean why would he even associate himself with her!’

‘And can you believe the nerve of that girl?! Dismissing Bruce as if he were beneath her!’

‘Perhaps she likes all her men to be submissive like the whore she is—’

That was the last straw. I slammed the lid of my laptop down, making them shriek and many heads turn towards me. I threw the important files into my bag, as well as my laptop before rounding my desk, glaring at the women who had insulted me before entering the elevator. I looked up in time to see Bruce, a deer caught in headlights at the  glimpse of my tears falling as the doors shut.


I rush into my apartment, throwing my bag onto the floor hurriedly before racing to the bathroom. I let the cold water run, throwing the substance up on my flustered skin. I gasped for air as I looked up into the mirror, the women’s voices echoed in my head before whispering to myself, ‘Oh Y/N, what have you gotten yourself into?’

I groaned loudly, rubbing the heel of my hands against my eyes gently before deciding on taking a hot shower. I groaned as my muscles relaxed beneath the heated water, wiping my face slowly. After I changed into some sweat pants, a t-shirt and hoodie, all in grey. Wonderful.

Since I was at home I might as well do some work. So I sat down, opening my laptop, and just as my fingers began to tap once more against the laptop when suddenly there was a loud banging upon the front door, echoing lavishly throughout the almost empty apartment.

I rolled my eyes, making my way down the hallway, “Who on earth is it?” I didn’t even bother to look in the peephole, opening the door and ready to curse at who had interrupted my peace. But without another second I slammed the door shut, only for Bruce to shove it back open, walking in without a care in world. ‘Bruce what the hell-’

‘Why have you been ignoring me?’
‘Don’t fuck with me Y/N, why have you been avoiding me AND ignoring me!’ I flinched lightly at his tone, taking in the anger in his eyes. ‘So that’s it? It’s over? I mean we had a great time at dinner last week and suddenly this happens? Is it something I did? Something I said? I mean I don’t understand—’

‘No … Bruce-It’s not you!’ I said as I felt the tears already coming up, sniffling slightly. My breathing was uneven as I got nervous, my hands sweaty and wringing each other to distract myself from the current situation. Bruce instantly picked this up, tone of voice becoming much softer. ‘Then … what is it?’

I shook my head. 'Its-Its complicated you see, its too hard to explain …’
‘Just take your time, take all the time you need. I’ll be patient …’ There was silence between us, the only sound resonating was my sniffling. Finally, I spoke, 'I-I’m sorry.’

'What for?’
’For ignoring you. I shouldn’t lead you on like this, I shouldn’t have.’

'What do you mean? What are you talking about?’ He says, coming closer to me, my whole body shaking now as he stood only a short distance away, our feet nearly touching.

'I-I was scared … I’m scared …’ I whispered softly, but I knew he heard me as he took my face into his hands, pulling it up so I would look up at him only to show the tears that fell fast down my cheeks.

'I-I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified Bruce …’ I said softly as he wiped my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, ‘In all the relationships I’ve been in, yeah there’s been something. However with you … I’ve never felt like this with anybody! But I just-I’m scared that I’m not good enough to be standing beside you, Gotham’s prince, their glory!’

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle at this, gripping my face just a little tighter in his palms. How could, he thought to himself, this little piece of light not be worthy, it was he who was not worthy. He himself wanted this to be more than a mere fling, saw that the innocence in his hands was something he wanted to uncover and understand like nothing he had ever encountered before. 

'I understand, but just know Y/N. That, whatever you’ve been through before me, know that I will NEVER mistreat you. I know that you’ve heard about me being this billionaire playboy who cares about nothing but his money and title … but I’m different, I WILL be different! We’ll have our bad days of course, but all couples can’t be perfect can they? But most importantly I don’t care about your money, or your title or anything! I just want you, and only you. Just give me a chance, please.’

I nodded slowly, unable to look away as he gave me a small smile, one that I had come to love and appreciate over time. The way his lip curled and his dimples tinted just a little. Slowly, he began to grow closer, his heated breath batting against my lips, his forehead pressed against my own. A gasp left my lips at this, his nose nudging mine delicately. His eyes searched my own, those ocean blue eyes that made my head spin whenever I stared just a little too long.  And in that moment, I just couldn’t help but let myself go.

He pressed his lips against mine softly, almost like a feathers touch against glass. I couldn’t return it, not just yet as I trembled under his touch, gasping softly before letting my hand creep to one of his own that held my face. Bruce pulled away with a grateful smile, kissing my forehead gently before he embraced me into his chest, holding me tightly. 

Aftershocks Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes 

Warnings: ALL THE FLUFF, a fair bit of smut too, possessiveness, itty bit of jealousy, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 3206

Summary: The day finally arrives where you are able to be discharged from the hospital, but not before an old friend finds you for a brief reunion 

Authors Note: Well this is it, the last part of Aftershocks. This is where the first half of the story ends. If there is interest, I do have a sequel in my head that I am thinking about giving you guys, so let me know if you want it. Also I will follow up in the next 24 hours with a post credit scene to Aftershocks, so if there is possibly a question that still remains unanswered, you will probably find it there. ALSO! If you want the translation for the foreign phrase, just ask or google, it’s in Xhosa, but it is definitely important. 

Again, thank you so much for following this story, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you are excited for Live Wire: An Aftershocks Sequel. I would love to hear any thoughts, opinions, or questions that you all have, so please feel free to message me. As always, y’all are awesome and I hope you enjoy 

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Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene

“I’m so glad you are alright. When I was notified of your condition I cannot deny that I was concerned.” T’Challa looks away from you, shifting uncomfortably as he sits on your hospital bed. “I will not pretend that it did not influence my willingness to attend a meeting with Stark and The Captain today.” His hands tense in his lap, his fingers unlacing from each other as he scoots closer to you.

You smile, happy for his concern. You had the pleasure of working with T’Challa years ago. You had worked alongside Nakia, a woman in his council, helping him to obtain much needed documents while he was cooperating closely with Agent Coulson. Director, he’s Director now. Just like T’Challa is King. And the files… Your brain remembers specifically, Bucky’s files, the Winter Soldier.

“I’m so grateful to see you are well.” T’Challa’s hand rises up to graze your cheek, his fingers skimming along your warm skin, “Even have some color in your cheek.” His voice drops, his eyes falling to your lips, “So grateful.” He whispers softly, your warm smile flashing back at him.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky’s gruff voice cuts into the room, his large frame blocking the light from the doorway. “Buck,” you huff quickly, shaking your cheek from T’Challa’s warm touch. “Bucky, this is King…” “T’Challa, yes we’ve met,” he bows his head respectfully towards T’Challa. “Right,” you huff, your head swimming a little as the two men size each other up, T’Challa rising to his feet to face Bucky.

“Right, and T’Challa… I mean King T’Challa, this is… this is my… this is Bucky.” You finally blurt out, your face flushing as you try to slow your heartbeat. “Her boyfriend.” Bucky growls, his eyes locked on T’Challa as he clasps his hand, shaking it with force. Your gaze whips to Bucky. Boyfriend? He’s my… your face splits in a doofus smile as you look up at him.

“Right.” T’Challa responds, raising an eyebrow at Bucky, “as your… uhh… boyfriend…” He suppresses a small laugh making Bucky grind his teeth and puff up his chest, “as he said, we’ve met before.” Bucky shifts uncomfortably as T’Challa smiles lovingly at you, throwing you a subtle wink that does not escape Bucky’s attention.

Bucky reacts, moving towards your bedside, he slips his hand in your hair, pulling your head to tilt up towards him, you feel a familiar heat form in your stomach at the delicious ferocity of his touch after so many days of him treating you like fragile porcelain. He stoops down and presses a passionate kiss to your lips, leaving you dazed and breathless when he is done. He draws back, nipping slightly at your lip as his fingers unlace from your hair. T’Challa shifts his gaze, made uncomfortable by the show of affection displayed in front of him.

“Right,” T’Challa begins, “As I was saying, Y/N, I am relieved to see you healing well and smiling once again.” He looks at Bucky, a look of pity pulling at his eyes, he sighs heavily leaning down to sweep one of your hands into his. You see Bucky tense beside you as T’Challa presses his lips to your hand, “Ulahla imbo yako ngopoyiyana. Be smart Sunflower, certainty can often be rediscovered where it was once found.” You smile softly at him as Bucky huffs beside you. T’Challa rises to his feet and moves towards the door, “Sargent Barnes” He says inclining his head respectfully to Bucky “Your Highness” Bucky bows slightly, showing deference as T’Challa exits.

Bucky immediately turns to you, eyeing you with a hurt expression, “You two know each other?” “Not well. I worked for him briefly about a year or two ago.” Bucky sighs, coming to sit at the foot of your bed. “It looked like you knew each other pretty well.” Bucky grumbles, not making eye contact with you.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” “You just never mentioned knowing him before and now suddenly he’s here checking on you and touching you like he’s known you all your life.” Bucky’s words spill quickly from his lips as his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Buck, it’s nothing, he just wanted to check in on me.” “It’s just… it didn’t look like nothing… and what the hell was he saying to you, huh? Sunflower?” Bucky sneers, masking his anxiety with sarcasm.

You sigh heavily knowing the conversation is unavoidable. “Ok, first off, it may have meant something to him, but it meant nothing to me. In the interest of complete honesty, I went on a few dates with T’Challa in the past but nothing came of it and it’s a moot point Buck, because I love you.” Bucky’s face falls as he shrinks into himself, his shoulders slumping sadly as he sits on the bed.

“But he’s a King…” he whispers quietly, fear and hurt in his voice. You crawl forward from your seated position at the head of the bed, reaching for Bucky and wrapping your arms around his neck. “And you’re my boyfriend… apparently.” He smiles slightly, “Sorry, I know we haven’t talked about it… something just came over me, T’Challa… he just gets under my skin.” Bucky exhales slowly, speaking quickly to explain himself.

You kiss his cheek softly. “It’s ok, I liked the sound of it,” you smile, teasing him slightly, “You have nothing to worry about, I want you, no one else.” He nods slowly, turning his face to press his lips softly to yours. “I love you” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours, letting his hands drift comfortably around your waist, his cold arm grazing your hot skin. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispers softly.  You kiss him again, deeply, your hands sliding through his hair as you pull him into you. Your lips move easily together as you press harshly into his kiss, your head swimming as his lips replace your need for oxygen.


“Are you ready?” Bucky picks up the folded blanket from your bed, finally your discharge papers had been filed and you were released back to your old bunk in the compound. “I’ve been held captive here for 2 weeks, I am more than ready.” “Well technically you were unconscious for one of those weeks, but that’s just details.” Stark laughs, teasing you as he walks into the room. 

“Sorry to interrupt love birds, Prince Charming, Cap needs you for a meeting, now.” “I’m in the middle of something Stark,” Bucky groans, “That’s why I’m here, I will take care of Snow White whilst you are away. I’ll be all the dwarves in one, just not Dopey, he’s completely incompetent.” Bucky sighs turning to you, 

“Go, I’ll be fine, I’m probably just gonna settle back in and go to sleep, come find me when you’re done.” “Sleepy is pretty counterproductive as well, so let’s nix him” “Are you sure?” Bucky asks, eyebrows raising. “Yeah, Stark’s got me and I feel absolutely fine. Go Buck, I got this.” Bucky turns towards Stark to hand him your duffle bag and blanket, 

“What’s that other terrible one? Sicky? Sleezy? Snotty?” “Sneezy, Tony.” Tony snaps his fingers nodding to you as Bucky raises his eyebrows, slowly backing out of the room, mouthing the words I’m sorry as he goes. “SNEEZY! He’s terrible. Absolutely useless.”


You feel a shift behind you as a cold pressure glides over your stomach. You rouse slightly, registering the warm weight of a figure behind you as you tense at the touch. “It’s just me doll, sorry, was trying not to wake you.” You relax, feeling Bucky’s breath on the back of your neck as he settles behind you, his arms sliding around you, pulling you close to him. “What did Steve want?” Bucky kisses your neck, his teeth pulling playfully at your skin, “Nothing that can’t wait till morning, go back to sleep love, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You breathe deeply and settle into Bucky’s body, letting his warmth envelope you as you drift back into sleep.

You feel yourself shiver as your eyes snap open, sensing Bucky’s absence behind you. You bolt upright in the bed, but before you can pull his name to your lips he responds from the dark, “I’m right here doll. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you… just… couldn’t sleep” Your eyes focus on his dark shadow blended in with the chair by your desk. “Bucky, baby, come back to bed.” He doesn’t move, just takes a deep breath and continues to sit there.

You make to move to get out of the bed and go to him, “Don’t… don’t get out of bed, not for me. I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.” “Buck… come back to bed, come talk to me about it.” “I can’t.” he whispers. “Love, you can tell me anything, just please, if you won’t let me get out of bed than you have to come over to me so I can kiss you.” He chuckles hollowly, rising to his feet and moving back to the bed beside you.

The light from your window catches his face, displaying the tear tracks carved down his cheeks. He reclines next to you, subtly wiping the marks from his face as you settle into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him. You lay there in silence, your breath fanning into the crux of his neck, his breath catching every so often in his chest as his arms apply a steady pressure to your body, keeping you wrapped tightly against him.

“I can’t sleep… not since… not for 2 weeks.” Bucky starts, his voice wavering slightly, you stay quiet, gently gliding your fingers up and down his sweat stained chest, waiting for him to continue. “I know you’re alive, and you’re safe now. I am thankful for it every day. But there was this moment… these seconds… where I thought I had lost you forever. I will never forget that feeling… It… it was like I was suddenly untethered from the world. Every night I hear your scream, I hear you cry out my name, terrified, and there is nothing I can do to help you. I watch you fall, your scream ringing in my ears, then the worst part comes, the moment when I realized you were quiet, that I may have lost you.”

Silent tears stream down your face as you listen to Bucky speak in the darkness, your heart beating in your throat. “James…” You whisper, wriggling your body up so that you can force his gaze to meet yours. His breath steadies as he hears the pain in your voice, “It just takes time doll, it helps having you back here with me… It’s just… it’s gonna take time… I’m just so scared of losing you, to the Avengers, to Ward…” He pauses, hesitating over his next words, “To T’Challa.”

“Bucky, you have nothing to worry about.” You coo, rolling your body on top of his, coming to rest against his chest, his hands sliding up to your waist, as you nip at the stubble on his chin, “We are on the team together,” you suck forcefully on his neck, leaving a bruising mark on his pale skin, “Fuck Ward, we’ll kill him together.” Your hands knot in his shirt, making a small rip form at the apex of the v-neck, as you suck another bruising bite into his neck as he moans beneath you, his cock hardening against your thigh.

“And as for T’Challa,” you feel Bucky’s body stiffen beneath you at the name, “I don’t care, I don’t want him. I want you, I have wanted you from the first moment I spoke to you. Fuck, since applesauce Bucky. I always thought being in love was an exaggeration, that everyone was just full of it, meeting you, having you… wanting you… I finally get it, and if I have to remind you of it every day, I will.” Your hands forcefully rip down the center line of his shirt, exposing his bare chest to your hunting lips as you suck another mark onto his chest, just below the intersection of his metal arm.

“Y/N” He growls, hands riding up under your shirt, “If you’re so scared of losing me…” you tease, your lips forming into a delicious pout, “then take me.” He grabs you by the hair, dragging your lips to meet his, pressing your body flat against his as he flips you beneath him on the bed. His mouth drops down to your neck, biting into your flesh as he traces the same marks on your skin that you had just left on his. You moan beneath him, relishing in his ministrations.

“I want to make it so the only way you can think of me saying your name is through gasps of pleasure. That the only scream of mine that will remain in your mind is the scream of ecstasy that you pull from me.” You whimper in pleasure as Bucky’s biting finds its way to your nipple, treating the sleep shirt you were wearing similarly to how you treated his.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics as he kisses down your exposed chest, “What doll? Fair is fair, a shirt for a shirt.” He smirks, as he yanks down your shorts. Settling himself between your legs, he presses his tongue to your already slick core. “Jokes. On. You.” You breathe heavily as you squirm under the ministrations of his mouth on your slit, “That was your shirt.”

You laugh, your joyous sound quickly turning into a gasp as Bucky inserts two fingers inside of you, eliciting a reflexive thrust of your hips in pleasure. Your fingers lock into his hair as he continues to press his mouth against your heat, his forearms locking down on your hips as you squirm beneath him, building to your release. “I’m so close…” His mouth releases your clit, eliciting a hysterical moan as you dip off of your climb to climax.

“Bucky…” you whimper, begging. “Tell me you’re mine.” Bucky growls, his lips grazing your clit, his tongue poking through softly. “I’m yours Bucky,” you moan, thrashing beneath him. “Only yours, no one else’s, I love you. I want you. I need you. I’m yours.” “That’s right baby. That’s my girl” You moan at his words, and with the hurried speed of Bucky’s tongue against your clit you feel yourself crash into an orgasm, thrusting against the restraints of his arms as the waves crash over you, you come down slightly, whimpering your discontent when Bucky removes his fingers.

He moves quickly, sliding on top of you, and suddenly your whimper is turned into a guttural moan as his hard cock thrusts inside you. “My girl” he growls as his teeth nip at your neck. You clench around him as you ride the last few waves of your orgasm, he does not wait for you to finish as he slowly begins to slide in and out of you.

Your hips rise up energetically to meet him, the slapping of skin barely audible over the grunts and moans as you two slam together. Your arms wrap around him pulling him hard against your body as your fingers dig into his back, your body giving way once more to an orgasm.

With the high of the release, you set a foot for leverage and flip Bucky onto his back, coming to rest on top of him as you slide him back inside of you. You begin to move up and down on his cock, your fingers digging into his chest and shoulders to provide you with the leverage you need to reach your desired speed. Bucky matches your pace, grunting heavily as your bodies move in sync.

“Y/N… shit… I… fuck…” Your hand moves hurriedly to the headboard, fingers gripping on the wood to get better leverage as you split your legs slightly more, allowing Bucky to go deeper. “Bucky, baby… I’m soo… James!”


The headboard splinters in your hand as the waves of pleasure crash heavily on you, barely able to think or register what has happened as you clench on top of Bucky, your whole body tensing as you feel the full effect of your orgasm. With a few more thrusts, Bucky’s torso rises up to press against your chest, his arms wrapping tightly around you as his face buries in your chest, jerking against you as he experiences his own release.

“I love you.” He breathes heavily against you, his fingertips pressing hard against your skin as he brings you back down to the bed with him. You dislodge from his body as he helps you settle beside him. You become faintly aware of the splintered wood, now turned to pulp in your hand. You discard it quietly to the floor, adrenaline… you dismiss it easily Ikea, probably. You roll your eyes. Bucky’s arms snake once more around you as his lips graze across your forehead.

“Tell me again” you chime, smiling against his chest, as you calm down. “What? That I love you? That I care about you? That you mean the world to me and I could never imagine living in a world where I lost you? That every moment I spend with you makes me finally feel like I’m living rather than just being alive? That I thought I had lost myself until I met you?” He smirks down at you as you bite your lip, grinning, “Is that what you wanted?” You nod happily as you settle back into his arms.

He breathes softly above you, you feel his head rest on yours as he holds you closer. “I don’t… what if I can’t keep you safe… what if worse, I hurt you? I don’t deserve you, doll. I…” You move quickly from his hard hold, breaking from his arms with ease and sliding yourself up to be eye level with him. His eyes dart from yours, but your hand presses softly to his cheek, forcing his gaze back to yours as your other hand rests gently against his chest, fingers trailing soothingly over his skin.  

“I know you… every part of you… old and new.” You take a breath, pressing a kiss to his lips, pushing as much meaning behind the words as your lips can manage. “I trust you. Every part of you… old and new.” You kiss his forehead, your hand lovingly sliding into his hair, fingers gliding along his scalp, “I love you… Every part of you… Every inch. Every laugh. Every tear. Every smile… Every scar.” Your fingers dance along the scars connecting his metal shoulder to his chest, “Old and new.”

You kiss him again, softly, lovingly, pulling back to press your forehead to his, inhaling his scent, your comfort, “You are my everything James Buchanan Barnes, and I love you now, like I loved you yesterday, and like I will love you tomorrow and every tomorrow.” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you tightly against him as his kiss dazes you slightly, he pulls away to trail kisses along your neck, making you sigh as you whisper, “There is no one and nothing that will ever change that.”

The first time he see’s you it’s just a glimmer, it’s not even your face, just the back of your head. What he does see is the smile on Roy’s face. It’s the middle of the night and the two of you stand side by side, on top of a crummy roof, in the middle of the dirtiest part of Gotham.

Even from Jason’s place on the ground he notices how you don’t belong here. Your nails are well kept, and covered with a thick layer of nail polish. The middle finger studded with diamonds. He notices that your jacket is made of real leather, not the fake stuff he and Roy wear.

But somehow Roy’s smile buys you both some more time. So Jason ignores the fact that there’s a robbery happening halfway across town, and pulls out another cigarette. 

He’ll call him down when his cigarette is gone.

Keep reading

Title: A Nightmare Come to Fruition
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: Angst. All the angst.
Warnings: None
Request:None this time

Believe it or not, this was inspired by an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Enjoy!


We have a plate of fruit that sits in the middle of our small dining table. It’s a clear, glass plate topped with some of my favorite fruit, some of his favorite fruit, and some just for decoration. I take time to carefully organize it every weekend, because those are the days that Bucky takes us to the farmer’s market to replace the rotted ones. A layer of green apples on the bottom, then a layer of lemons, a layer of plums, and finally one strawberry that sits upside down on the top; the same purchase every time. I made this centerpiece new again every weekend, religiously. But right now I can’t seem to remember why. As I’m standing in front of it, it seems so stupid to take my time making something pretty that no one even pays attention to. I take the bowl of fruit and hurl it at Bucky’s face. He throws his hands up to block the colors flying at him, and I feel just the slightest bit satisfied to see red and purple juice running down his arms and the apples bruised on the floor .

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just sits there, letting the fruit stain his skin. “Okay. I deserve that.”

“You’re damn right you do, and so much more.” I’m speaking low and slow, because I know if I get any louder or faster, I’ll just cry.

“(Y/n), please, just let me-”

“No!” I stop him and close my eyes. This man knows how to work me, knows my weaknesses, and I’m not giving him the opportunity to get out of this one. “You don’t get to try and make me forgive you. This- this thing that you did- is the one thing that I told was completely unforgivable… and you did it anyway.” The last part came out breather and whinier than I intended it to.

He was standing now too, walking around the table to me. “It was a dare! It was supposed to be a simple kiss. It’s not like I meant for it to go anywhere! It’s not like I went out that night looking for someone to sleep with!”

My hands flew up to my face, and I just doubled over at the pang in my chest as he was finally explaining to me what the hell was going through his head the day he shattered my heart. I paced the kitchen, face to the to the tile floor. “Oh my god,” I whispered to myself. “You destroyed me over a dare…”

“Now that’s not fair.”

Oh, hell no. I stood still, straightened myself back up, and just stared at him in complete and total disbelief. “Fair? You wanna talk to me about… fair??” My voice was shaking too much now, exposing the show of strength that I tried to put on. I grabbed the stack of paper on the counter and chucked it at him. Not a single sheet hit him; instead they all scattered in different directions, floating in the space between us and then skirting across the floor. “Is it fair that I just wasted three years of my life on someone, only for them to turn their back on me?” My voice grew steadier and louder as I moved around the kitchen to grab anything within arms reach. He didn’t even put up his hands anymore, letting me attack him with words and and anything I could get my hands on. The can opener went flying at him next. “Is it fair that for those three years I went out of my way to make you happy, because I loved nothing more than seeing you happy, and this is how you thank me??” The tears started to burn in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, blinking them back as I snatched up the spice rack. He didn’t even flinch when I threw it at his chest. The bottles flew out of the metal rings that held them and next thing I knew I was avoiding shards of glass on the floor as I paced. “Is it fair that you ruined our future just to have sex with a girl whose name I bet you can’t even remember??” I stood back and examined the green and red and brown powder that littered Bucky’s hair and the floor of our shared apartment. My chest was heaving, a mixture of the aftermath of my yelling and the tearless sobs I was unsuccessfully trying to hold in. I closed my eyes again, and turned to face the microwave instead of him.

I heard him sniffle because of what I assumed was paprika or cayenne pepper in his nose. I felt his hand come to rest on my shoulder, and for a second I let him stay there, almost leaning into it out of habit. Until I remembered that the man I sought comfort from for all those years was not the same man standing behind me today. I jerked my shoulder away from him and rested my hands on the countertop in front of me. I finally let the tears go and the numbers on the microwave grew blurry.

He sighed and threw his hands up, letting them fall back to his sides. I didn’t even have to see him to know that’s what he did. It’s what he always did when he frustrated that something wasnt going his way: a mission, an argument, even a goddamn recipe. You learn someone’s habits like that after three years. “I don’t know what else to say. I said I was sorry, I promised it was just that one time, and I promised I would never do it again.” He paused for a minute. I don’t know if he was waiting for me to interject, or if he was trying to collect himself, or what, but the whole apartment felt tense and unnaturally quiet. “Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just please, please don’t end this.” He was crying now too. He was speaking through his teeth. He always did that when he didn’t want me to know he was crying.

I wiped the area under my eyes with the dish rag that hung on the oven door handle. I waited for the involuntary sniffles to get far enough apart so I could be strong about what I said next. I turned back to him and almost broke down again when I took in his appearance. His eyes were red and glossy. His bottom lip was slightly swollen from where he had been chewing on it. His cheeks were flushed. His eyelashes were damp and clumped. His jaw was clenching and unclenching. His hair was messy from running his hands through it over and over again. Not the same man, not the same man, not the same man, I reminded myself. I took a deep, shaky breath and made sure to look him dead in the eye as I spoke. “I would say that we should start seeing other people, but it looks like you took the the liberty of doing that yourself.”

His eyes fell slowly and looked like he wanted to just fall to the floor in tears. He walked over to me and grasped my shoulders tightly in his hands, shaking his head back and forth. He took a deep breath before letting it out as a heart-wrenching sob as he crouched down to the floor at my feet.

I kept myself still as stone, not letting myself move at all for fear that my heart would take over and bring me right down to the floor with him.

“Please, please, please,” he mumbled over and over again. “Please, please, please don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to us.”

“I didn’t do this to us. You did this to us,” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around my ankles and leaned his head on the spot just below my knees. I could feel warm spots turning cold on my feet as his tears landed on my skin. He began to pepper kisses up and down my shins. I bit my lip and started to shift my legs. “Get off me, Buck.” I cringed a little at the casual use of his nickname. I pushed at his head and tried to step out of his hands. He kept a firm grip where he could and reached out further with every shift of my feet. “Come on James, let go.” I pushed at his shoulders and stumbled out of his arms. “Don’t touch me!” I cried.

He looked at me. Just looked. Maybe he was waiting for me to say something. “Oh my god,” he finally said, “you’re serious.” I nodded. He looked at the floor, looked back at me, then back at the floor.

“You hurt me, James. You hurt me. I never thought you would, is the thing. That’s what makes it hurt even more.”

“I love you so much (y/n), you know that. I tell you every day, all the time, you know it.” He was desperate, he was begging.

“Telling me is different than showing me. You did show me you loved me for a long time. But you showed me that you didn’t care anymore the second your eyes landed on another woman.”

“Come on, please, (y/n). I am so in love with you… it hurts. It hurts like hell. And I know you love me too, you tell me all the time, you show me. That’s hard to find, two people that love each other as much as we do.”

“Obviously not as much as I thought.” I walked past his crumpled form on the floor, past the powder and the paper and the fruit and the table. Past the the pictures of us together on the side tables and in the hallway. Past the grocery bags of fruit I had yet to set up. I walked past the door that we walked through together the day we bought the place, and past the door of the room I imagined would house our first kid. I walked past the phone on the dresser that contained the ‘I had fun the other night ;)’ message that ruined everything, and I shut the door to our my room.


***Bonus epilogue:***

We decided it would would be best if he stayed with Steve from now on until we could figure out what we wanted to do with the apartment.

That night I got a call from Bucky. My phone sat there on my nightstand buzzing for what felt like an eternity as I watched his squinted eyes and bright smile stare at me from behind the screen. The ‘missed call’ notification replaced his face, and was followed by a voicemail. I sat still for a second, unsure of whether I wanted to hear his voice right now, of whether I wanted to hear his argument without being able to interrupt.

I figured I would never get any rest with the notification just waiting for me, and I would have to open it eventually. I tapped the screen, punched in my password, and held the phone up to my ear.

“You have one unheard message. First unheard message…

“Well, I didn’t exactly expect you to pick up. This is probably better anyway… Listen… I love you. And I will always love you. This doesn’t change that. It just makes it hard for me because I will never get to show that I love you again. I won’t get to kiss you for no reason, or make your favorite pancakes for breakfast, or brush your hair out of your eyes in the morning… but I’ll always be thinking about it. I will never forgive myself for ruining this. You deserve better than what I gave you… Goodbye.”

“End of message. To delete, press 7. To save, press 3, to…”

I brought the phone away from my ear, my face stoic. The screen lit up again with my movement. I took a minute to think before I heard the robotic woman’s voice again.

“Are you still there? To delete, press 7. To save, press 3, to…”

I swallowed. “Goodbye, Bucky.” I tapped the number 7.

Homeowner the Errand Fag

Into the Groove

By this point, I had been working Homeowner for a few months. I lackadaisically pretended to take of his yard, and he got his jollies jerking it from his window and making sure I was well hydrated and body well massaged. One day, I had several things I needed to do, and “taking care” of his lawn was going to take up too much time for me to do that and the errands that I needed to do.

I realized that I had an opportunity to flex my Boss muscle, so to speak. I walk into Homeowner’s house (I had long ceased to ring the doorbell) and tell him that I needed to get my car’s oil changed. Without delay, Homeowner asks me where it needs to go. I tell him and his offer to get the oil change comes switfly. I then tell him that it’s near two other places that I need some things picked up from and that he needs to do that as well.

A Challenge

What happened next is evidence that it was still early on. I was still growing accustomed to my power. After telling him where the oil change was scheduled and where the items needed to be picked up from, Homeowner had the (perhaps unknowing) audacity to ask me a question:

“How should I pay for this?”

If this were to happen today, there would be an untold amount of punishment heaped upon the fag. A faggot that dares to ask his master to pay for something would almost certainly be banished after said punishment and would forever be stripped of something even approaching “faggot” status.

However, that was still in the future. So I decided to flex my ability to then new heights. I looked at Homeowner in with a calm, but firm face:

You may pay for it in any manner you choose. While you’re out, stop by the ATM and get $40. I’m going out tonight and am going to need it.

With this, the message was received. Homeowner understood that he was to pay for oil change and errands, and that the $40 would be coming from his own account. He stammers out an “Oh ok” and then heads out.


When Homeowner returned, he found his front yard mowed, but not much else. The backyard hadn’t been touched, and the bushes hadn’t been pruned. I had gotten hot, and decided to help myself to something to drink inside. I hadn’t exactly rushed back out to to continue working, so when Homeowner rushed inside with the purchased items and my $40 and told me that my car was all done, he found me on his couch with my feet propped on his ugly coffee table.

I told him:

You’re finally back. It’s hot, and my feet are tired. Why don’t you rub them for me?

It was confirmed. My power had grown.

Let’s talk. Skype: Divinedrainer

Imagine being afraid of telling Jared that you’re pregnant

I can see Emma’s disapproval all over her face. She isn’t happy with me, and I’m not happy either, but there was no other choice. I had to go.

“Just tell him, he’ll understand!”

“It was a mistake from the beginning, he’s my boss, you just don’t have one night stands with your boss” I mutter, afraid that Jared might show up in the studio at any second.

“But you are pregnant” She whispers, the disapproval turning into anger.

I throw her the first thing I can find, which turns out to be one of Jared’s chocolate bars.

“Hey!” We hear Jared shouting from the door, “That’s my chocolate”

“Sorry” I whisper, running to Emma to pick out the bar.

Jared looks at us, and something on his face changes. When we comes near us, the suspicion on his face is obvious.

“You two look really pale” He mutters, changing his gaze from Emma to me, “Are you two ok?”

Emma looks pale because she’s scared. She wants me to tell Jared, but overhearing our conversation wouldn’t be a great way to find out he’s going to be a father. I look pale because I’m scared too, but also because I feel sick. I don’t even know how he hasn’t noticed that I spent half of my day in the bathroom, that’s how Emma find out.

“I need to go to the bathroom” I excuse myself.

Morning sickness was the worst, but mine was more like a whole-day sickness. Being pregnant should be pretty, not being afraid that the father of the baby will not want the kid, and spending your day puking.

During the day I receive Emma’s different stages of emotions through her looks. We have been working together for so long, that I could read her with just one gaze. At times she gives me looks that could only mean ‘Just fucking tell him’; when I get up to go to the bathroom she’s like ‘Ew’, but when I come back I receive the sympathetic look of ‘You poor thing’.

By the end of the day, the only look I receive is ‘Don’t you dare’. But I most certainly will.

Emma says her goodbyes for the day, leaving me with one more ‘Don’t you dare’ look. I just wave her off, walking towards Jared’s desk. As always, he’s busy working on his laptop, not even noticing that I’m standing in front of him.

“Jared” I stutter, trying to get his attention.

“Oh, hey” He says, finally acknowledging my presence with a smile, “I didn’t see you there”

I can do this, right? His smile can’t be a factor that makes me chicken out.

“I really need to talk to you”

The smile disappears in a second and worriness takes over his expression. He takes my hand to make me sit by his side.

“Is something wrong? Are you ok?”

“I just… God. Okay, I’m just gonna say it” I sigh deeply, trying to calm myself down, “I’m quitting”

“Wait, what?”

I stand from the couch, starting to pace out in the room.

“Is this because of what happened between us?” He asks, and I can notice a bit of nervousness on his tone.

“I just can’t work for you anymore” I whisper, avoiding his gaze, “This is gonna sound extremely cliché, but it’s not you, it’s… well, me”

“Ok, now I feel like you are breaking up with me and we are not even together” He laughs nervously, standing to stop my pace.

His hands wrap on my arms holding me still, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just avoid him still.

“Did I say something wrong? I can’t think of a reason why you would want to leave except for that night” His hand leaves my arm to hold my chin and make me look at him, “You regret it?”

He sounds hurt, and I don’t want him to be hurt. I’m just scared of what may happen if I spit all out. If he wanted kids, he would have had them by now, it’s not like he didn’t have opportunities before. If he didn’t want to give this huge step with long term girlfriends, what guarantees me that he would want to do it with me? I’m just a one night stand.

“I’m really sorry, Jared”

I manage to let go of his grip, walking to get my bag and get the hell out of there. My old car waits for me outside, and we drive home in complete silence, I can’t even stand music right now. I just want to be alone.

By the time I get home, I really need to go to the bathroom. I had avoid my mom’s medicinal herbs for sickness scared of what they may do to the little one, but I was already sick of all the pucking, maybe some weird tea wasn’t going to be that bad.

I follow the instructions that mom left with the bag of herbs, waiting for the kelt to be ready. I read the instructions over and over again, trying to get Jared out of my head.

I was the worst, I was denying him the right to be a father just because my head wouldn’t imagine him as one. Or, actually, I could imagine him; holding the baby on his arms, kissing the little forehead, feeding him or her when I was too tired to breastfeed. Or just looking at the baby in a crib, his eyes shining at the sight of our creation.

God, where did this amazing idea of quitting appeared?

The whistle of the kettle takes me out of my perfect world, one where I was smart enough to tell Jared the truth and not run away like a coward.

When my tea is ready, I grab a bag of chips, I really want some chips, walking back to my living room. I lay on my couch, turning the tv on, drinking my tea, eating chips. I repeat the process for hours. Watch, drink, eat. I don’t want to think about Jared, the baby, or my unemployed situation.

The beeping of my phone takes me out of the groggy zone, almost fully asleep. I jump on the couch, scared by the sudden sound in the silent room. When I finally calm myself down, realizing that it’s just my phone, I read the message that just came in.

“Jared called, I didn’t told him! I swear!”

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Emma, what the fuck did you do?!

Another text comes in, and I’m already shaking.

“Well, I may have told him that he was stupid and blind for not noticing how changed you’ve been since… well, you know”

Not a minutes passes before I receive another one.

“Ok, I didn’t say stupid, ‘asshole’ is a better representation”

When no other text comes in I decide to text her back, “He knows?!”

“No, I mean, I don’t know”

“Maybe” She finally sends, ending the exchange with a sad emoji.

I grab my blanket, hiding under it, feeling my heart trying to escape my chest. My breathing is heavy, and my hiding spot does not help to calm my nerves. I take the blanket off my head, looking around, trying to find somewhere to hide.

The doorbell rings fast, someone is pressing it with desperation, and I know who that is. But I’m still trying to find a hiding spot, even though my whole living room is lighted up, and my car is outside. There’s no way to hide the fact that I’m inside.

I stand from the couch, walking to the door, not even looking who is on the other side.

“I’m so, so stupid” Jared says the second I open the door, letting himself in, “I didn’t even notice, I’m such a fool”

Jared sits on my couch, taking my bag of chips to eat some while looking at me. I close the door, walking as calm as I can, sitting by his side.

“Sorry, I didn’t grab lunch” He says, handing me the bag of chips, “I’m starving”

“I can prepare you something if…” I say, starting to stand, but he grabs my wrist.

“No, we need to talk”

I sit again, looking at his hand on my wrist. Suddenly he starts to laugh, taking his free hand to cover his mouth. His eyes are shining, I can even see myself in them, scared as shit.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, “I mean, are you okay with this?”

“Of course I am!” He shouts, cupping my face with his warm hands, “I’m more than happy!”

The fear finally abandons my body, letting a wave of relief and happiness take over. I jump to wrap my arms around his neck, his hands holding me closer to him.

“I love you too” He mutters, “It feels so good to finally say it.

Hold on…

“What did you just say?” I ask, pulling away from him.

“I love you” He repeats, the smile forming into confusion, “Isn’t that what we are talking about?”

“Oh, God…”

I stand from the couch, walking to the kitchen, trying to hide from him again. He thinks I’m in love with him, which is actually true, but that isn’t the reason why I was so scared! My hands go over my belly as I lean on the sink. Why do I have to be nauseous in a moment like this? I drench my face, trying to catch as much air as possible.

“Are you okay?” He’s the one asking this time.

I just nod, drying my face with a paper towel.

“You are not okay” He mutters, and as I turn around to face him, I can see the recognition on his face, “You’ve been sick all week…”

“Jared” I try to interrupt him, but he continues.

“Emma said that I was an asshole for not noticing what was going on with you”

“I’m so sorry, Jared” I mumble, walking to stand in front of him.

“Oh God, you’ve been sick more than just this week”

Jared just stands there, looking at me, trying to find some answers. Both of his hands hold my arms, never leaving my gaze. I get lost on his expression, the fear, confusion and… excitement?


“You are pregnant?” He finally asks.

My head lowers as soon as I hear the word come out of his mouth. I can hear him laugh again, asking the question a second time. I give him a simple nod, and his hold on me disappears. But now for long.

Jared wraps his arms on my waist, lifting my feet off the ground. I can hear him laugh, saying the same word over and over again.

“Pregnant! Pregnant!”

I can feel the sickness again, and I plead him to put me down. When he does, I can see the smile on his face, this light on his eyes, the way his hands just want to touch me, pull me to him.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay” I whisper, realization finally coming to my head. He knows, “Just a bit dizzy”

“Oh, I can’t believe it! You are pregnant!” His hands hold me again, pulling me toward his chest, and suddenly everything is too much.

The tears start rolling down my cheeks, all the emotions I held back for two weeks can now be discarded, kicked away. I feel free, and the tears are proof of that. I hear him calling my name, asking me over and over again if I’m okay. I nod, crying, then smiling, then crying again.

“I’m happy” I finally say.

A relieved smile appears on his face. His hand grabs mine, pulling me to the living room. He falls on the couch, making me fall by his side, holding me tight against him.

“We need to check with the doctor, they need to check you for your morning sickness” He starts talking really fast, “We need to tell everyone after that, or maybe we can wait for a few weeks, just to be sure everything is going alright”

“Jared” I try to stop him, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Can Emma be the godmother?” He continues, “You can pick the godfather”

“Hey” I reach for his face, placing my hand over his mouth to shut him, “Calm down”

He tries to speak again, but I can only hear a mumble.

“We need to discuss another thing” He says as I let go of his face, my eyebrows raise, waiting for the new topic, “Work”


“I want you back, especially now”

I hold his hand, thinking about it for a few seconds

“Ok” I say, after a deep sigh.

“Excellent!” He exclaims, pulling me to his chest again.

Jared continues planning  our future together, the future for our baby. I just listen, still in shock about everything that just happened. I was a fool by hiding all this from him. He’s happy, we are both happy, and that’s all that matters.

Jealous (Dan x Reader)

Character: Dan Howell (danisnotonfire)

Fandom: Phandom

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Jealous!Dan 

Title: Jealous

Requested by anon:

Could you make a Dan imagine where he gets jealous and him and Y/N have been friends for a while and like accidentally reveals his love for Y/N ? Also your writing is AMAZING!

I was halfway through my milkshake when I asked Dan to sit down in a bench that was close by.

Phil was out for the weekend, so I had asked Dan to go out for a walk around London. It surprised me when he left his browsing position and agreed to go out with me.

But we had been so distracted talking and laughing together that we didn’t really realize for how long we were walking. Which was a lot.

Since Dan and I had been friends for a really long time, time flew by when we were together. We got along perfectly well, we were really close to each other and the conversation flowed easily.

Still, I heavily sat on the bench. Dan did too, but he didn’t look tired at all.

“I’m exhausted” I sighed as I rested my head on Dan’s shoulder.

“Well, we have been walking literally the whole bloody evening” He chuckled.

I adored the sound of his laugh. And when he said ‘bloody’, for whatever the reason.

A frozen gust of wind passed by, making me shiver. I had been slightly cold all evening, and the cold milkshake I had just finished didn’t help much.

“You’re shaking” Dan mumbled, shrugging my head off his shoulder. “If you’re cold, you could have asked for my jacket, Y/N”

Without a word, he took off his black jacket and put it over my shoulders.

With a tiny smile, I put my head back on his shoulder and put my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. It smelled like his deodorant.

“Are you going to fall asleep on my shoulder?” He joked, as I was really quiet.

“Mm… no” Still, I was so sleepy. I wished he could just carry me back home.

Dan chuckled and began tickling me.

“Stop” I groggily said, but I didn’t move. I wouldn’t tell him, but I loved it when he got playful with me and started to tickle me or something along those lines.

“You were more fun when you chatted with me and laughed at my puns” He complained even though I still could sense the smile on his voice.

“Just leave me here to die” I joked, lazily pushing myself off his shoulder and finishing my milkshake, only a tiny little sip more. I thought the cold beverage would wake me up a little.

I heard him chuckle again and when I looked at him I noticed his lips were pursed together and his shoulders were shaking with silent laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked him when I finished the freezing milkshake.

“You look so tiny in my jacket, it’s adorable” He showed me a wide grin that made me laugh as well.

“It’s not my fault that you’re taller than I am” I shrugged and shoved the empty milkshake cup against his chest.

He smiled at me one last time before he stood up and went to throw it into a trashcan.

As I saw him walk away, I chuckled and sighed. That nerd…

“Y/N?” A voice said next to me, so I looked up.

“Colin!” I quickly jumped to my feet and gave him a hug.

Colin was one of my high school classmates. I hadn’t seen him in forever, and we were really good friends, so it was great to see him again.

“Hi, it’s been so long!”

He gave me a bear hug and smiled at me when we pulled away.

“Yeah! How are you?” I asked him, shoving my hands in Dan’s jacket’s pockets.

“Great, I did a lot of traveling and-“

“Who is this?” Dan’s voice startled me as I almost forgot I was hanging out with him.

“Dan, this is Colin” I introduced them, watching how they shook hands.

I had told Dan about him a couple of times. I spoke about our shenanigans or how often Colin made me laugh because he was hilarious. I always got in trouble during classes because he would say something that would have me in a laughing attack in the middle of the lesson.

Whenever I told Dan about him and asked him if he remembered Colin, he’d say: ‘yeah, that guy’.

“Hi” Dan dryly told him, and immediately after that he put a hand on my shoulder urgently.

“So how are you, Y/N, how’s-?” Colin was about to talk, but Dan interrupted him.

“We have to go, Y/N” Taking me by the arm, Dan pushed me away. “Sorry, Colin, nice to meet you”

“Bye!” I waved goodbye at my old friend.

“Why the hurry?” I lowly asked Dan, absently looking at my arm as he was still holding it as we walked.

“You’re tired. And it’s cold” Was all he said, but he didn’t even look at me as he did.

What was wrong with him?


We were halfway home and I had asked him to sit down again a few times.

Dan was absent and thoughtful. He kept frowning, fiddling with his hands and staring at the floor.

What happened with his usual cheerful and playful mood? He was so quiet!

One didn’t have to be a genius to know what was bothering him so much. We had been friends long enough for me to realize he was jealous.

I smiled a little to myself as I knew what worried him was that I found another friend and replaced him.

So as we were walking down the streets in silence, I gave him a hug.

“What are you doing?” Dan hugged me back, but it took him by surprise.

Even if I was a cuddly kind of person and loved physical contact and would randomly hug him -especially him because reasons -, I admit that the situation didn’t quite fit the hug.

We hadn’t talked in like fifteen minutes and I was suddenly hugging him. But he didn’t seem to mind that much when he fondly hugged me tighter.

“You’re all pouty and jealous and I just want to make you happy again” I said, slowly pulling away and looking up at him.

“I… wasn’t jealous” Dan cleared his throat and diverted his gaze from me.

“Come on, Dan” I playfully shoved him. “I know you too well. You were, but it’s okay”

Finally, he looked down to me and smiled sweetly. There he was again!

“You’re my friend… you know I would never replace you. You’re my best friend” For so long we had been friends that I had started to wonder if I didn’t see something else in him.

Lately I admired everything he did. Every gesture and every look. But it couldn’t be.

Sure, he was lovely. He was kind, funny, sassy, smart and really sweet. And he was really attractive and those dimples were adorable. And his brown eyes were really beautiful. So I loved him, yeah. But it had to be just as a friend. One doesn’t fall in love with her best friend.


Dan’s smile, however, disappeared as soon as it had appeared.

“You would never replace me because I’m your friend…” He repeated my words, so I nodded.

It was a second after I had nodded that I realized his voice had sounded strange. Fed up.

“I’m your best friend…”


“Why can’t you fucking see that I’m in love with you?! Is it that hard to realize, Y/N?!”

After that outburst, we both stood there wide eyed, not saying anything.

He was in love with me?! How long had he been in love with me for?

Did that mean that those strange feelings I had been experiencing… starting to see him in a different way… admiring him and smiling just at the thought of him… that tingling in my stomach when we were together… He felt them too?

Did that mean I was in love too?

He simply shook his head and started to walk away.

“Dan, wait!” I held him back by taking his hand. He seemed to embrace the warmth of my grip, because he stopped and sighed.

Dan turned around to look at me, the sadness and misery visible in his eyes.

I frowned and placed my hand on his shoulders with determination. I pushed him down so he would bend down a little while I also stood on my tiptoes.

“What are you doing?” Dan asked me, staring at me. He was still blushing after what he had so bluntly confessed to me.

“I’m trying to kiss you, you twat!” I exclaimed, pouting. “But I’m short and you’re so bloody tall that –“

Before I could finish my sentence, Dan had wrapped his arms around the small of my back and held me against his torso as he lifted me up, my feet losing contact with the floor.

And finally I could kiss him. So I didn’t think twice, I kissed him.

I thought it would feel weirder, having been friends for so long. But it felt… right.

His lips were soft, and his touch was sweet and passionate.

We smiled at each other for a while when we pulled away until I chuckled.

“You can put me down now”

“What if I don’t want to?” He smirked at me, and I found myself admiring that smirk. As I had done many other times.

“I’ll pick on you” I simply defended myself, cocking my head to the side.

“You got nothing on me” Was that a challenge?

“Remember that time you were jealous of Colin?”

Dan groaned in response, but he didn’t put me down.

“Too soon” Was all he said.

“Dan!” I insisted, wriggling in his grip. He didn’t even seem to be getting tired of supporting my weight.

“Nope” He shook his head in a cute way that made me smile.

“I’ll let you hold my hand all the way home”

“Deal” He finally put me down carefully and got hold of my hand quickly.

We chuckled as we walked back home, hand in hand.

Strange Love. [Part two.]

{Part One}

Rating: PG-13.

Word count:3000

the crowds around you laughed people slowly trickling out of the building, I grinned shaking my head walking down the somewhat empty hallways saying goodbye to the few friends I had, a sad nostalgia falling over me.

and all the friends I had seemed to graduate, me, left being a lonely junior as it was late may entering June, the air still cool with excitement for the future, I was going to come back in the fall a senior.

As I walked the hallways I remembered the brief memories of high school that was enjoyable, mostly consisted of being by myself, even when I slept with the most popular guy in school…

It made me think of Michael only moments ago walking across that stage his hair bright red not even close to matching his purple graduation gown, and It made me scared when I saw those bright eyes that I had somehow fallen in love with … well I wouldn’t consider it love, who am I kidding, I’m hopeless, I sighed finally getting to the exit of the school building, but I stopped myself.

Seeing the entrance to the music room it calling me teasingly, fuck it.

Pushing the door opened I was greeted by the warm lighting shining through the right large windows with several instruments strung around the room, after that one night stand I spend most my school days here. pathetically hiding from the guy that like to dye his hair and liked hot-coco.

As I walked to the back of the room I noticed the top shelf, it, of course, looked like nothing was up there, but if you reached really far back there was my song notebook I gave up taking my song notebook home a long time ago, just relying on writing songs here when no one else was here, surprisingly not that many people were into the musical arts here.

My fingers clasped the familiar leather bound book a light smile curving my lips, they had grown over time, my whole self-changing making me a lot more attractive to the male gender, but as much as I tried to like someone my eyes were forever set on the light pair of green eyes, who had a big dick.

I usually avoided all eye contact with him, it was like this wave of embarrassment washed over me, remembering that night clearly, I was such a clutz in bed compared to how experienced he seemed to be, and I forever tried to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I flipped through the pages the overwhelming nostalgia at my fingertips until my eyes landed on one particular song,

Everyone wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.

those lyrics spoke in more than one way, the next day with my thighs aching and a wash of embarrassment as I remembered Truth or Dare, everyone in the school seemed to know what happened that night, they only filled in the blanks, thinking we did unthinkable things, girls glaring in my every direction as guys whispered low ‘I had given him the best blowjob of his life’, that rumor was my particular favorite.

If we were high on amphetamines.

Those were the rumors that made me feel angry, girls saying Michael had to be on drugs to have sex with someone Like me, to a point it sounded like we were chain smoking the highest drugs in the country Like I even wanted to try drugs.

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night, they think I’m Insane, they think my lover is strange.

 That’s the beauty of a secret
You know you’re supposed to keep it
That’s the beauty of a secret  

Now those lyrics  I kept them close, like how you keep your own enemy’s closer, those words haunted me but it was like Michael was warning me on how to keep the rumors from getting to me.

Some words were scratched out as I wrote it 6 hours after most of the aftermath, as tears streaked down my cheeks, I felt like I was worthless that day, but in a way it changed me for the better, looking at the tear-stained page.

 Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep Beneath the track, like the hole you left in me.

Michael had left a hole in me, I felt empty, a lot of the times dreaming of his warm touch and I know… How pathetic, but sometimes I think it’s the only thing that keeps me sane, he didn’t look affected at all the next day acting like he was a God as normal but there was something about him the threw everyone in the school off.

They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak.

He didn’t hook up anymore, a few guys joked about him having erectile dysfunction, but I heard the quickly hushed whispers saying I had made him like me, saying he pushed everyone away that even dared to breathe in his presence, but if he really liked me he would have talked to me after this whole year.

I tried humming along to the lyrics I had made the whole structure of the song but I couldn’t find the right we for it to play … nothing seemed to fit, it was like making a sound that described that night, and I couldn’t find a way to the pieces together, so after a while, I gave up, but now as I looked over the put together song I couldn’t help myself.

My hands setting down the heartfelt notebook and grabbing a spare acoustic by the corner, the far best-tuned guitar in the building, no one really bothering with it, well except me, my fingers trying to find the perfect cord.

but nothing …

I puffed out my cheeks letting the guitar go back to its corner and sprawling out on the pine smelling carpet, closing my eyes as I felt the afternoon sunlight shine down through the room the Australian sunlight warming my skin, how could a song be so hard to play.

So I began to softly repeat the lyrics, having looked over them so many times it came to me pretty easily, trying to make a tune for the song, but I guess the good things don’t come easy.

“Y/N?” With those words I shot up off the carpet looking up seeing the green eyes I wish I never fell in love with, his lips curved together like I remember them, soft and pink.

He must be the devil himself.

My eyes so focused on the attractive male that stood over me I didn’t see his hands occupied with the notebook in front of him, but as my eyes trailed downwards I made a mad dash trying to get up as fast as possible so he didn’t read the song.

“Michael!” I screeched in unease, he shouldn’t be reading that my hands barely brushing my own paid for notebook before he pulled it from my grasp holding it above his head continuing to read.

I teetered on the heels of my feet pulling at his frame, as his black snapback fell off his head he looked high up at the notebook, wasn’t he supposed to be celebrating is graduation?!

“I walk like I’m a god?” He scoffed a sly smirk playing at his lips.

“Wha- No! That’s not about you!” My hands barely touching the thin pages.

“Oh sure miss virgin.”

“Technically that’s not true,” I argued as much as I didn’t want to bring that up.

“You’re right about one thing.” He snorted, fucking snorted.

“Michael! what the hell!” finally being able to pull it away as I held to my chest, looking at him in dismay, that was private.

“Didn’t know you were so artsy miss Y/L/N” He wiggled his eyebrows, that still had the beautiful black piercing through one.

“Yeah I guess so, and these words aren’t for anyone’s eyes to see, especially you.” I whipped around away from him, hoping he didn’t notice the pink tint slowly rising up my neck, as I Attempted to put the notebook back on the top shelf towards the back where no one would ever see it.

“So the song was about me.” His husky voice whispered in my ear his hands gripping my hips as his hot breath tickled the back of my neck.

“No! You cockface!” I spun around again crossing my arms, But I secretly wanted him to put his hands on me and grip my hips again.


“Little bitch.”


“Douche bag.”

“So you’re looking for a tune for your song?” He completely 360’ the conversation, as I blinked repeatedly trying to get what he just said to me.

“No, I have a tune, just not the right cords,” I muttered tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I had a small idea what the song could sound like but not really.

Within seconds Michael seemed to have a plan set in his mind as he grabbed the notebook from me again and stalked towards the guitar, his skilled fingers strummed across the strings the other calloused hand on the fret board, my mouth going dry.

“Are you just going to stare or help me with this?” His eyebrows raised with expectation.


an awkward silence settled over the both of us, my thigh touching his own thigh, as he has the guitar sat gently on his lap, we had done it, found the cords, that were surprisingly easy enough for me to learn them, the tune and the words that echoed out of my mouth were twisted and hot, I think we weren’t speaking now because we knew that’s was the ending of this shared time together.

And I realized how much I had missed him, after a year of trying to stray away from his beautiful features, I wanted to kiss him as if we were the only one’s on this earth, but that would be cliche. .  . and awkward,

“I-I” He broke the silence, struggling to put together his own words, his eyes focused on the sun that was starting to set through the large windows of the high school he would leave and never look back to see, where I’d no longer see his lips quirk into that sneaky smirk or hear his laugh, thinking about this made me try to swallow the heavy lump in my throat.

“You know you’re the only girl that never tried to approach me.” Michael laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world, but I couldn’t find the humor in his voice, his laugh dying down as he went deep in thought.

“I wish you talked to me after that night.” His voice sounded so small, he set the guitar down next to the stage we were sitting on.

getting up off the stage, this was the exit scene, the time where we wouldn’t talk anymore, possibly running into each other one day in twenty years time with screaming kids and regrets and happiness, he was a one night stand I wish lasted forever.

His rough hands reached into his back pocket of his normal black tight jeans revealing my grey bra with the black lace lining it, the bra I couldn’t find that night, a smile broke out on my face as I remembered him falling over in his jeans half-way down his milky legs as at him seeing my bare chest, but my smile was quickly gone.

“Do you give back all the clothes the girls who you hooked up with you, or do you keep some for a prize?” I couldn’t help the jealousy slipping into my tone, but he had been known for his sex life, was this just a trick for me to sleep with him again?

“The girls I slept with? what girls? all I can recall is one.” amusement was written all across his face.

my mouth went agape at this… he was a virgin when we had sex?

“But. the people who claimed they slept with you . .” I trailed off, my head spun at the thought.

“People just said that stuff to fit in, I just didn’t deny it.  If you walked up to Jenny Weavers and told her you knew it was all a lie, she’d probably burst into tears begging you to not tell anyone.” He shook his head, looking up at the ceiling his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“But you were experienced.”

“That’s just the work of a lot of porn, the summer of 2011 when I was 14 and had nothing better to do than masturbate most to of the time.” Michael chuckled licking his lips,

“All right if this is all true how come when you called me out for being a virgin, you didn’t tell me you were a virgin yourself?” I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms, As I saw a rosy red color rise to his cheeks.

“I didn’t want you to think I was a loser, Did you really think I was experienced?” His smile lighting up my day as he sat down next to me, I could see the sun starting to disappear across the horizon behind him, making the room completely dark, but after being in this room most of the day my eyes had become adjusted to the lighting, Michael’s probably the same.

“Yeah, you dufus! that was my first time anyway it’s not like I had anyone to compare to.” a smile breaking out on my face.

“You didn’t have sex with anyone after me?” a light smile on his lips, and God did he look kissable.

“Fuck No!” I giggled, “after I had been with someone with a dick like yours I don’t think sex could ever be the same.” I joked, he bent his head back in laughter.

“Have you seen what kind of moans that can come out of your mouth y/n? God! better than any porn star ever, and after going over this erotic song I pretty sure your basically a porn star.” He said a heavy blush was now on my cheeks as I playfully punched his shoulder.

Between my loud giggles, I could barely hear Michael say, “Can I have your number?”

“On one condition.” a wide smile lit up my face.


“You have to fuck me again,” I whispered in his ear I could feel the shivers going down his spine.


He whispered back, his lips making contact with mine once again, our teeth clashing due to how much we were smiling, his rough hands gripping my hips 'So mean’ like I wrote in that damn song, and damn was that line ever so true.

“Not here,” he laughed detaching from kissing down my neck, my own heavy breaths filling the air, wanting to just feel him inside of me once again.

I didn’t even comprehend that my legs were straddling his waist as he laid on the carpeted stage of the music room, our only light source being the moonlight from the large windows and the small lighting coming from the hallway where a janitor must have left it on.

Slowly  I climbed off the red head, holding out my hand to help him get up, my eyes lingering around the room seeing Michael’s snapback laying upside on the floor from when he was reading our song, after helping him up I picked up the black snapback lying it backwards on my own head and facing the grinning boy who I was going to sleep with.

“Sexy as hell, Babe.” His husky voice shook, his dilated pulis fixated on me, my own heart fluttering at the nickname.

“Let’s get out of here.” I tiptoed pressing kissing him once again.

He grabbed my hand grabbing the notebook that never made it to the top shelf and guiding me out of the music room, we walked down the hallway and never have I been more excited to exit these dreadful doors, with my lover at my side.

“What?” He growled in frustration as he pulled on the school doors again, as I let go of his hand to try to pry open the doors, that were locked, we were locked in.

“Nooo.” I groaned throwing my head back in annoyance.

“How am I supposed to wreck you now?” His lips forming into a gorgeous pout, as he said those words he seemed to come up with an Idea only formed from Michael Clifford himself.

“I know a way.” leaning into me, his eyes shining with mischief.

“Oh really?” I asked.

“Yep, me fucking you in the teacher’s lounge.”

He leaned a little bit closer to whisper the naughty words “On their couch.”

a wave of pleasure shook me at the thought of him fucking me into oblivion, but my good morals said something else.

“No! I see my teachers practically every day I wouldn’t be able to look at them with a straight face without thinking of your dick.” I shook my head.

“An even better reason to do it.”

A silence settled over us, as Michael looked down at me with puppy dog eyes, my own eyes trying to form a scolding look of 'no.’ but fucking Clifford and those eyes.


“Yay! Finally, I can get back at my math teacher who will sit on that couch where I fucked the most beautiful girl in the world.” He cheered dragging me down the hallway.

You rolled your eyes, just another reason you loved Michael Clifford

I’m sorry I’m a really emotional writer.

"Just Friends"


He drags me into the dressing room, hand entwined, before pulling us onto the sofa. He drops down, pulling me with him so we lie together, his arms around me. Michael scoffs from his place across the room.

“What?” Ashton asks, turning to face the blue haired boy. Michael rolls his eyes. “What?”

“Just friends.” Michael mutters, causing me to blush.

At that moment, Calum and Luke burst though the door. Their eyes fall on Ashton and I, and they scoff.

“Just friends? Yeah okay.” Calum nods, causing Luke and Michael to giggle.

“I don’t have any friends like that.” Luke points out, and the other two boys adopt expressions of hurt.

“What about me?” Calum asks, putting his hand over his heart.

“And me?” Michael cries, jumping up from his seat.

“Idiots.” Ashton mutters, tightening his arms around me.

“Coming from the man who won’t tell his beautiful best friend he’s hopelessly in love with her.” Michael shoots back, causing both Ashton and I to tense.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ashton tells him, and I quickly untangle myself from him and get up.

“Yeah, Ash’s right.” I murmur, pushing past them. “We’re just friends.”

I pull open the door and stand in the corridor, placing my forehead against the wall and sighing.

“Y/N WAI- Oh.” Ashton bursts through the door, stopping short when he realises I haven’t gone far. I spin around so my back is against the wall. “Hey.”

“Hi.” I whisper, playing with the bracelet on my wrist, which happened to be his.

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t want you…I just…” Ashton trails off, raking a hand through his hair. He steps forward, trapping me between the wall and him. “Michael’s an idiot.”

“I could have told you that.” I mutter, dropping my eyes to our feet.

“He wasn’t supposed to say that.” Ashton replies, moving closer.

“He isn’t supposed to do a lot of things he does.”

“Yeah but a lot of the things he does don’t usually affect us.” He moved even closer.

“Us? We’re just friends Ash. Like we said.” I whisper, finally lifting my head to meet his eyes. Our faces were almost touching, and my breathing hitched.

“Just friends?” He whispers back, closing the distance between us. He kisses me softly before the boys burst through the door. Ash pulls away and drops his head to my shoulder. “Can I not have one minute?”

“Sorry.” Luke grins, dragging Michael and Calum back into the dressing room.

“You can thank me later!” Michael calls as the door slams shut, sending us into silence again. Ashton keeps his head on my shoulder, and I close my eyes.

“Just friends?” He repeats, finally pulling his head up to look at me.

I shake my head slowly, and a grin forms on his face.


I sit on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his shirt and my underwear, swinging my legs happily as I eat my toast. Michael enters the room sleepily, his sweats hanging low on his hips.

“Morning.” He yawns, shuffling over.

“Morning.” I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He takes a bite of my toast as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You look good in the morning.” He grins and I roll my eyes. “Although it may be the fact you’re in my shirt.”

“You never stop do you?”

“Nope.” He grins, leaning in and capturing my lips with his. I smile into the kiss, putting the plate down and tangling my fingers in his hair when my phone rings. Michael groans before pulling away. I smile, grabbing my phone and answering the call.


“Hey Y/N.” Luke chirps.

“Hey Luke.” I smile, and Michael lifts an eyebrow.

“Sorry to ring so early.” He tells me, making me scoff.

“Luke it’s almost ten.”


“What’s going on Luke?”

“Michael’s missing.”

I pause, biting my lip and putting the phone on speaker so Michael could hear.

“Michael’s what?”

“Missing Y/N. He’s missing.”

Michael smirks at me, his thumbs beginning to drag across my hips in a steady rhythm.

“Just do me a favour and ring if he turns up okay?” Luke asks, and I agree, hanging up the phone.

“So you’re missing.” I muse, playing with the hair at the nape of Michael’s neck.

“Apparently.” He agrees, the smirk still etched onto his face.

“We should probably tell them soon.”


“That we aren’t…”

“Just friends?”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Probably.” He agrees, grinning at me. “We’ll tell them later.”

“And we say…”

“That we aren’t just friends.”


I watch Luke and Michael flirt with the girls and my stomach drops. I glare at the blond from my place across the room, causing Calum to chuckle from beside me.

“What?” I snap, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” He grins, and I glare at him. “It’s just funny.”

“What is?”

“The fact that you are so blatantly in love with Luke.”

I narrow my eyes at him before returning my eyes to the boy in question, who was laughs at something one of the girls said.

“Am not.”

“Yeah okay.”

I grit my teeth when one of the girls runs her hand down Luke’s arms.

“I just don’t get it.” I sigh, turning to face Calum again. “What do they have that I don’t?”


“I mean, I know him. I get him. I listen to his stupid rants and jokes and everything else. Why them?”

“Why who?” A voice calls, and my head snaps around to see Luke standing in front of me, a smirk on his face.

“No one.” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “Go back to Long Legs and Chesty McBoobs.”

“Chesty McBoobs?”

“Yes.” I nod, and Calum snickers from beside me. I glare at him and he holds his hands up, backing up before crossing the room to join Ashton.

“Jealous?” Luke grins, and I scoff.

“Me? No. Of course not.”

“Sure about that Titch?”

“Positive. Why would I be jealous? We’re just friends.”

“Right.” He nods, the smirk returning. “Just friends.”


“So you wouldn’t mind if I slept with Chesty McBoobs?”

“Not at all.”

“Because we’re just friends?”


“You’re such an idiot.” He grins, leaning down so his face is level with mine. “We aren’t just friends Titch. We never have been.”


I knock on the door, rubbing my eyes as I yaw. Calum pulls open the door, a grin on his face.

“This better be an emergency Hood, it’s six in the morning.”

He nods, dragging me into the hotel room and closing the door behind him. I shiver slightly, and turn to face him.

“Can I borrow a jumper?”

He throws me his hoodie before dropping onto his bed. He stretches out an arm as I pull on the black item, and I roll my eyes. I crawl onto the bed beside him so I’m lying half on top of him, tangling our legs. I prop myself up on one elbow so I can look down at him.

“What’s up Cal?”

“Just stuff.” He shrugs, one hand dipping under my shirt so it could rest on my bare him. “Needed you.”

“You couldn’t have needed me at a later time?” I joke, tracing the tattoos along his collar bones and he grins.

“Sorry angel.” He tells me, and I shrug.

“If it means you’re happy, I don’t mind as much.”

I lift my eyes to his and he smiles softly, his other hand reaching up to tuck hair behind my ear. I close my eyes briefly as his fingers brush my cheek, and he sighs.

“What are we doing Y/N?”

“You called me.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know.”

“I think we should talk about it.”

“You think we should talk about everything.”

“Y/N.” He sighs, and I look up at him. “What are we?”


“Just friends?” He asks, and I nod. “You aren’t serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Do you go to the hotel rooms of your other friends at six in the morning? Do you wear their clothes? Lie with them like this?”


“Look me in the eyes and say we’re just friends and I’ll drop it.”

I sigh, meeting his eyes but staying quiet. A grin breaks out onto his face, and I can’t help the small smile that tugs on my lips.

Invisible Scars

A/N: This is the original idea for the Hotch fic I had yesterday. The decision was split between a super long fic and chapters, but I have it at like 6 chapters as of right now so I think that’s a big much.

Trigger Warning: Violence, Physical abuse

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Suho Daddy (M)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3
warning:daddy kink/vocal smut

He didn’t speak to me the whole ride home. He was driving carelessly and on a high speed. The velocity was scary for me and he knows.

“Suho slow down please” I used his name in hopes to get his attention. I am allowed to use his name. In moments like these, I don’t even mention the word daddy.

“Shut the fuck up!” he said with a serious tone. He didn’t yell but he didn’t speak in a nice tone either.

I feel like shit, if I just turned around and did something we would have still been enjoying ourselves in the club or making out in an alley. But now he is furious, he doesn’t want to talk to me and I feel like he is going to explode. I feel my eyes getting teary. No, I won’t cry. I don’t want him to think that I feel like this is my fault. I clear my throat and swallowed the brick down. Not crying tonight, not today.
He slows down and I see our house appear. Thank God! I just want to go to bed and forget this. He parks in our garage, turns the engine off and quickly gets out.
I wait for him to open my door, but he doesn’t. He is already in the house and I am still in the car.

“You really fucked up this time” I mumbled to myself and got out of the car.

When I reach inside our bedroom I find him looking for something. He is looking under the pillows, in our drawers, everywhere. He goes to my closet and comes out with something pink. It’s the ribbon, the one that came with my present.

“Take your clothes off, I want nothing on your skin” he says.  I take off my dress and I would normally untie my hair but I had let it loose for tonight.

He looks at my naked body from my head to my toes. He is scanning me.

“I can’t believe another man touched that beautiful body of mine, even if it’s just your face” he says. He is mad at the guy? But he is taking it on me? A part of me wants him to keep talking. He slowly walks towards me, looking directly in my eyes.

“this is mine” he kisses my cheek. “Your forehead” he kisses me there. “Your jawline” he kisses me there. “Your neck” he kisses me there and harshly sucks on my skin.
He grabbed my hair and roughly yanked it back. I shrieked at the harsh pull.

“But you need to get punished, little girl. You need to be reminded of who you belong to” he said.

“Yes, daddy” I said back. I didn’t know what to say, I deserve this but I also want this.

He gathers my wrists together and ties the pink ribbon around them. Never in a million years I would’ve thought about being tied with this when I got the gift. He looks at me with a questioning look and I nod. No matter how mad he is, he does always check if something is too tight or feels uncomfortable.

“On your knees” he demanded.
I got on my knees and looked up at him innocently. He loves it when I look at him like that but he is having none of it tonight.
He palms himself through his jeans and bites his lips when he looks at me. He unbuttons his jeans and gets rid of it. He takes out his cock and I feel myself get wet at the sight of him.

“I can see it in your eyes, but I don’t fucking care what you want” he spat. He took a fistful of my hair and put his erected cock in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around his head and taste his pre-cum. He tastes so good in my mouth. I look up at him and I can see pleasure on his face. He caught me by surprise when he started to guide his cock in my mouth himself. I open my mouth wider and he begins thrusting harder into my mouth. Yes, I want it, it hurts but I want it.

“Yes baby, that pretty little mouth is mine” he said and starting thrusting deeper in my mouth. I can feel him in my throat. He keeps fucking my throat and I moan around him, sending the vibrations around the sensitive tip.

“Fuck baby, so good for daddy” he encourages me and his thrusts become harder. I can feel my throat begging for air. This is my punishment and looking at his face in pleasure while he fucks my mouth makes it worth it. I swallow around his cock and he lets out a heavy groan. I was enjoying it but he pulled out.

“Not going to come for you soon, little girl. But nice try” he said in a playful tone.

He grabs me by my jaw and kisses me harshly. He deepens the kiss and sucks on my tongue. He pulls me up by my jaw and I am on my feet now. He kisses my neck, my collarbones and keeps going down. He grabs my two breasts and plays with my nipples with his thumb. I let out a small moan, throwing my head back, enjoying the sensation. He realized I was enjoying it a bit too much and stopped his actions. He grabbed my wrists and unties the ribbon. I can’t help but smile a little, I can finally touch him.

“Don’t get excited, I am not done” he said. It’s as if he can read my mind. I pout my lips at his reply.

“What now daddy?” I asked innocently.

“On the bed, all fours, ass up” he replied.

I settled myself on the bed and it was quiet. I looked down in-between my legs to look at Suho and he is watching me. Watching my most private parts while biting his lip. He gets on the bed behind me and I get excited. I need him inside of me now, but knowing him, this is part of the punishment. He wants to tease me until I am nothing but a mess, wet, and without an orga-

“aah” I shrieked. I felt a hard smack on my behind. It stings a little but it send a good sensation through me. I want more.
Suho caresses my behind and gives me another spanking.

“More, daddy” I beg. He chuckles and proceeds me to give me another spanking but with more force this time. It feels good, but it’s more painful. He sooths my skin by caressing it again.

“This ass is mine, it responds so well to me. You should see how red your flesh looks” he says. He kisses me ass cheeks and it makes me whimper.

“Give me your wrists” he demands in a nicer tone than before.

“But didn’t you just-“

“Did I stutter?” He sasses back. He pulls my two wrists behind me, leaving my face flat on the bed. He ties my wrists and gives me another spanking. My ass is in the air and I can feel the cool air hit my center.

“You loved it when I spanked you huh?” he asked.

“yes daddy!” I whispered,

His fingers touch my core and he teases my entrance. He takes my wetness and spreads it around my clit. I whimper and grind myself against his fingers.

“Look at you, getting daddy’s fingers wet.” He said in a seductive voice.

“Please daddy, I need it” I begged. I can’t deal with the emptiness inside me. I am dripping, it’s hot down there. He knows it. I need him to touch me, no matter how badly he wants to punish me, I need him to make me feel good.  
I feel him slide to fingers inside me and I gasp in return. I wish I had my hands to grab a pillow or sheet but my face is against the bed and I can’t do much. I can just take. He slowly moves his fingers inside of me. He is just stretching me, not reaching deep enough.

“Deeper da-“ I begin. But I was cut by another spanking. His fingers dig deeper in me and he touches my spot. Yes, that’s where I need him to be.

“Right there, please” I beg. He curls his fingers and keeps fingering me. His fingers hit my spot repeatedly and I can see stars. It feels so good, The pressure becomes more and more and I find myself moaning louder. The burning sensation is growing and the fact that I can’t move makes it harder for me to deal with. It becomes stronger and all I think is his fingers and I can’t breathe. Yes, that’s it, I am ready to come.

“Fuck d-daddy!” I moan louder my orgasm just about to reach.

But it’s suddenly gone. All the euphoric sensations is gone and I feel the emptiness. Suho pulled his fingers out and I make out a crying sound.

“No daddy, please no. I was so close daddy.” I cry out. I felt like a little girl all over again.

“You forgot I am punishing you” he said in a mocking tone. I roll my eyes at him but I am glad he can’t see it. I can hear him licking his fingers and he sticks his middle finger in my mouth.

“Taste yourself. Can you taste how close you were to squirting all over me?” He asked. I taste myself and I love it. I love how I taste around his fingers. Only he can make feel this way and the prove is on his fingers.

I feel something bigger at my entrance and I almost sigh in relief. Finally I can feel his cock against me. He slides his up and down and around my clit. I grind myself on him and it creates sparkles inside me. I do it again but he hold my hips.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You, daddy”  I reply him fast. I can’t take it. I need him. He enjoys doing this, this is the worst punishment he can give me.

“Yes, you’re daddy’s little girl” he replies.

“Do you want to feel me inside of you baby?” He asks again. His dirty talking is not helping in this situation. I can feel myself getting weaker.

“yes daddy, please” I beg.

“Be a good girl, beg for daddy’s cock” he demands.

“Please daddy, I belong to you only you. Please fuck me” I beg.

He slides in me with one hard and fast thrust. He fucks me hard, without slowing down. I feel him at my spot almost immediately and I let out a loud moan encouraging him. The sensation is coming again. All I feel is him and the overwhelming sensations in my lower region.  

“Don’t stop, please” I beg and the sensation becomes almost unbearable. I am close, my eyes start to tear up. My eyes roll back and bite the sheets trying to control this amount of pleasure going through my body.

“You’re going to come so hard for me, baby” he says and his dirty words hit me harder.

Yes it’s coming. I feel it, my release is near and I can’t fight it nor do I want to.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream. I can’t control it. I am going to come. He pulls my hair and thrusts even faster.

“Yes! Be a good girl and come with daddy” he says and it was the last thing I picked up before my orgasm washed over me. Hitting me harder and harder each time. I feel my legs shake and I start to lose strength  in my knees but Suho keeps my hips steady. My orgasm takes my whole body and I come all over Suho.

“Yes baby, that’s it” he says and he releases inside of me.

He pulls out of me and I collapse on the bed. My orgasm left me empty and tired. I am thirsty and sleepy. Suho un does the tie and I crawl next to him with my leg over his thigh and my head on his chest.
He plays with my hair and he looks down at me. He shifts and changes his position so we were at eye level.

“I was more scared than mad when I saw that guy touching you” he confessed.

“Why?” I ask curiously. Why on earth would he be scared? He could easily take that Wang guy down.

“Because I was so angry that he touched something pure and precious of mine” he said with a sad voice.

“Daddy I am still yours. Not sure about the pure though” I said.

“Oh yes, forgot you swallow this cock like it’s your job” he said back. I threw my head back in laughter.

“You make me happy Suho” I said and closed my eyes , letting sleep take over me.

“..and squirt” he whispered. I smiled in my sleep trying not to laugh.

“Go to sleep, please!” I whined. He puts his arms around and buries his face in my hair.

“Goodnight baby and happy birthday once again” he whispered and we both drifted away.

An unexpected pleasure - Dylan O’Brien Imagine [Request]

A/N: Requested by @minischmidt711. I let myself go a bit so I turned out way longer than I expected. I really hope you like it.
Request are kinda always open, though I’m not quite sure I’m able to write anything wanted. But don’t hesitate to ask.

word count: 1949

Originally posted by worldstyles

Surrounded by the warmth of my covers, the pleasant scent of fresh made coffee reached my nostrils. My whole body told me it was still early, which is why had to bring myself to open my eyes. Something which was way harder than I thought it would be.

“Dylan?”, I mumbled bleary. Somehow I managed to turn sidewards. Sluggish I lifted my lids. Still it took a while until my eyes finally got used to the dim light around me.

“Look who’s finally up.”, I heard my beloveds soft voice, just before he came in sight. The ghost of a smile clothed my face, as he brushed my forehead with his lips.

“Any reason you’re wide awake already? It’s like the middle of the night.” I muttered, lifting my torso up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I sat in bed and gave Dylan the once-over. We haven’t had any plans for today, so I was wondering what got him out of bed already.

A smile flashed over his face. “You’ll see once you got up. Got a surprise for you, but you’d better get ready first. So why don’t you have a shower and put on something comfy? Meanwhile I’ll take care of breakfast.”

Still no clue what he was up to, I freed myself from the beds warmth and headed towards the bathroom, grumbling over the early morning.

Finally back among the living, I walked back to Dylan, my body swathed in a towel. Busily working at the countertop, I spotted him in the kitchen. Without saying a word and only walking on my tiptoes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against his back, as I closed the space between us. “What is it with all of this?”, I asked, taking a glance around. I didn’t got the expression we were about to stay at home. Questions in my head grew bigger with every minute passing. Dylan looked over his shoulder, wagging his head. “You won’t learn, if you plan on staying like this, (Y/N).”, he teased me.

“You know I’m not much into surprises.”, I said slightly irritated, before I let him go again.

“Might be true, but I promise, you’re going to love this one.” Dylan began to wrap the takeout up, while I went into sideroom where I finally put some clothes on. “You’d better be right on this one, Mr. O'Brien. Otherwise things might won’t turn out well.”

His lovely laughter came to my ears, when I finally pulled one of his Shirts over. Comfy he said – well there I go, I thought to myself, as I took a brief look into the mirror, before I closed the wardrobe.

“Wanna bet?”, he spoke daring. Back in the kitchen I saw him already putting things together into a bag. “You still owe me. Are you sure you wanna be even more in my debts?”, I replied cheeky, as I lend him a helping hand.

“Trust me, we’re going to be even after this.”,Dylan said. After everything was placed in, he turned his eyes to me. “You again!”, he said laughing and wagging his head. He shouldered the bag, before he grabbed both coffee mugs and handed me one over. “Shall we?”, he asked without even waiting for an answer. Instead he already headed for the door. “Do I have a choice?”, I joked, before I followed him.

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