never could resist a locked door or a keep out sign

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided.

Words: 3.4k

Sam x Reader

Warnings: AU (no hunting), smut, reader gender unspecified

A/N: this was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Tropes Challenge - my trope was Best Friend’s Brother

“Uh, Dean?” you called over your shoulder into the apartment you shared with your best friend, never taking your eyes off of the man at the door.

He couldn’t be Dean’s little brother. Dean’s little brother was all limbs, a lanky, gangly kid; he had puppy-dog eyes and hand-me-down band tees.

The person in front of you, though… this tall, strong, gorgeous man, couldn’t be Sammy.

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Welp. Ended up doodling this little cinnamon roll instead of doing my overflowing mountain of HW
fuuuuuck me :’)
but anyway

a hint of Gramander because again, I’ve fallen into another fandom pit and I just can’t seem to claw my way out

but I thought I’d maybe write something for it
please don’t judge though, I’m pretty shit at writing and I’ve never done it before so here goes nothing
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Clair(e)voyance

1:4

He spent the next five days retracing his victims’ steps.  He talked to so many people. Devoured past interview transcripts.  Phone records.  Tried to think of every damn stone he could turn over.  His efforts finally provided a link between the two men. 

Both had a history of domestic abuse.  

After conducting some interviews of his own, he was pretty sure he could rule out the wife and girlfriend as suspects. 

He found one more commonality though.  But he needed to talk to Claire about it first.  

It had been five days since they’d had pizza and wine together.  Five days since he’d taken her hand and watched her flinch as if burned. It didn’t take his detecting skills to figure this out.  He was certain now.  The evidence was too convincing.

Claire Randall saw things.  Visions. Premonitions.    

Claire Randall was a Psychic.  

He wasn’t innocent.  He knew the signs of an aroused woman.  Pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed.  Breath short.  Every time he touched her, she reacted. 

When they parted five days ago she was furious. Twisting her hand from his she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and brought him to within mere inches of her face.  She cursed him.  Hard.  

“You fucking bastard!“  Then she shoved him out of way, and disappeared inside her townhouse before he was able to make it to the bottom of her front door stairs. 

He could hear the music before he reached the basement of the building.  The pounding of the drums loud and jarring, the words coming fast and hard.    

This doesn’t mean I lost my dream,

It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Jamie stopped at the double doors and watched her through the window.  She was laying bones out on a table from a box.  

He watched her hold each piece of the skeleton for a moment.  Internalizing. Listening.  Then lay it out in its correct spot.  She did this with each and every vertebrae.  Solemn,  Respectful.  She pulled out a humerus. She smiled as if remembering something special. Whimsically.  Fondly.  What had Claire Randall held in her arms to make her smile like that? She pulled out the skull. Ran her long, delicate fingers over the cranium.  She closed her eyes, and he saw her shake her head sadly.  What did she see?  

Down here, hidden away, the music drowning out the world around her, Claire was free to be herself.  To let her gift flow without fear.  The bones spoke to her. A good woman.  Her death was peaceful, of that Claire was sure.  And she had loved, and been loved.  

Jamie watched with fascination.  Heavy dirty soul. What was it that weighed her down?  Why did such a beautiful woman, eyes that could shine with golden light, choose to lock herself away in solitude?  

The song was still pulsing.  He pushed the door, and felt the resistance.  He reared back.

Locked.   

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

He banged on the door.  The music prevented his intrusion.  So he waited. Man, those drums. They were relentless.  He didn’t understand how she could concentrate.

The song finished.  He knocked and watched her head snap up.  

Their eyes locked for a moment.  He could see the war raging in her mind. So, she had been avoiding him.  He held up the file in his hand, and shouted, “I think I found something!”

The next song kicked on and she jumped.  More drums, heavy bass.  She set the skull down gently, and came over to unlock the door.  She hit the button on her sound system as she passed it drenching the sterile room in silence.

The lock slide free.  She didn’t bother to open the door, just turned and walked away.  Jamie stepped inside the cool room and let the door whoosh closed.  

“Thanks for yer time.” he said by way of hello.  “I have a couple of connections in the poisoning cases, but one needed yer expertise.”

Claire went back to her work removing bones without a word.  Jamie followed her over to the table.  “What do ye have here?”

“Woman.  Brought in for me to see if I could identify her, maybe connect her to a missing persons.”

“What did she die of?”

“Nat-” Claire stopped.  “I won’t know until I examine everything.”   Her hands gripped the edge of the box, and she let her head fall forward. She grit her teeth until she could feel the pulse in her jaw jump.  Where had her guard gone? Where had her carefully constructed persona gone? 

What’s your question?”  Claire kept working.  Keeping it professional.

“The autopsy report said the stomach contents were the same.  Can ye confirm somethin’ for me?”

Claire gave him the briefest of glances.  “I can try.”

“Would ye say both men ate at the same place before they died?”  He watched her eyes widen just a little before answering.

“I don’t really know for sure.  I mean, it’s possible.  If I remember correctly I indicated they had similar meals.  I can’t confirm they were from the same place.”  Claire turned back to the box and closed her eyes for a brief moment revisiting the impression that hit her during the second postmortem.  Glass cases.  Fresh, crisp vegetables.  Bright blue floor.  Small tables.  Sunlight.  

She grabbed a mandible.  This one had been chatty in life. 

Jamie leaned across the table at her, trying to meet her eyes.  She did know. Instinctively.  He wished she would trust him.

“Talk to me, Claire,” he said, soft, and caring.  Pleading.  A lover’s voice. 

“That’s what we’re doing,” she said, clipped and hard.

“Yeah.  How about ye tell me the truth.  Without ye dropping yer head, or swearin’ at me?”  He’d never met a woman so closed off.

“Look.  I’m busy, and I want to get this done because I’m hungry.”  She took out another bone, a rib, and laid it on the table.   

“Here,” he said, stepping around the table and reaching inside the box, “let me help.”

“No!” Claire shouted, blocking his way with her arm.  She would never get the whole picture if she didn’t connect with every single bone.  She moved too fast and made a mistake. She accidentally placed a hand on his chest trying to hold him off.  

Right above his heart.  Laughter.  Affection.  Joy.  So much joy. 

She pulled her hand back, fast.  Her breath was irregular.  She grasped at the first excuse she could think of to cover her behaviour.  “You don’t have gloves on.”

Now, Jamie thought.  Now we talk about it.  He stepped closer to her.  

“Ye know what we could be.  But ye don’t think we should be together.” He tried to catch her eye, but she was having none of it.   

“That’s right,” Claire said.  Another bone on the table.  “I think I’ve been very clear.”  

“Well, I need to be clear, too.”  Honesty.  It felt like the right way to go in this case.  “I feel this. Just as ye do.  I can’t ignore it.”

“Well, you have to.”  She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole.  

“I can’t.  I dinna want to.”  Jesus, Jamie thought.  Am I actually begging right now?

“Not my pig, not my farm, Fraser.”  She would not get into this.  She was doing fine without another Alpha Male in her life. She dug through the box.

“Can you?”  He asked her, his voice mocking.

“Can I what?”  Claire was being purposely obtuse.  It served her well, at times. A collarbone set in place.  

“Ignore it.” His voice reflected his impatience. 

“Yes.  Quite easily”  Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but Claire decided it would have to be her truth for right now.

“I don’t believe ye.”  He would not give in without a fight.  “Why do we have to ignore it?”   Persistence.  It’s what made him a good detective.   

She slammed the femur down on the table with a crash.  The clang of the metal table reverberated around the room.  Jamie jumped back.

“Dammit. STOP.”  She realized she wouldn’t get any peace until she spelled it out for him.  Fine.  He wanted her secrets, did he?  Damn him.  He had no right to them. 

“Now you listen to me, James Fraser.  I get how perceptive you are.  I understand that you think you know me.  But you don’t.  I will say this once, and only once.  Am I attracted to you?  Hell, yes.  You’re too damn good-looking by half, and smarter than the average man which makes you even more alluring in my eyes.  But there cannot be an ‘us’.  Understood?  I like the men in my life to be like my cadavers.  Simple.  Silent.  And dead. ”   

“But that’s not what ye see.”  Jamie’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s.  

Claire threw her hands in the air, exasperated.  

“Do yer visions ever not come to pass?” he persisted.

Claire counted to twenty before she answered.  Fucking, stubborn Scot. 

“No,” she whispered.  “I haven’t been wrong.  Yet.”

Blow

Anonymous Said:  Can you do a really detailed smut where you give Jin or Jungkook their first blowjob?  Like they get hard and are really embarrassed about it and you help him out?  Like details about the sounds he makes and how he would look like…

I hope this is what you were looking for anon….sorry about the delay, I completely forgot to put this in the queue and left it in my drafts…..

Genre:  NC-17 (read at your own risk) Smut, smut, and more smut!  Did I mention smut???  This is totally PWP NSFW material as in I thought I was going to hell for Talk Dirty to Me, I’m DEFINITELY going to hell for this one……

Pairing:  Jungkook X Reader

Summary:  “Jungkook are you okay?”  He shifted slightly his cheeks flaming in embarrassment as he tried to shift his lower half away from your body.  “Looks like you could use some help with that.  Would you like noona to take care of you, Kookie?”  The frightened twenty year old turned to look at you, his large brown eyes sparkling slightly as he contemplated what you had said.  Slowly, he nodded his head in consent, after all you felt guilty being the cause of his obvious discomfort.  The least you could do was help him alleviate it.


Originally posted by jungkookpresent


I snuggled in deeper; my head was resting comfortably against Jungkook’s chest as we watched Spirited Away.  He’d lounged against the sofa first when we started the movie about twenty minutes ago and instead of moving his legs I just pushed myself between his and snuggled into him.  Jungkook was always comfortable to lounge against and unless all of the boys were trying to fit around the television for a movie or show this was usually the position we ended up in.

The downside of sitting like this was that I always moved around a lot, unless the movie had my full undivided attention I was always shifting around in my position.  And considering that Jungkook and I had watched this movie several times together and separately, I wasn’t exactly giving it my full attention.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook was shifting himself, moving to try and position himself further away from me.  I frowned, not thinking anything of it at first, snuggling closer thinking that he was just wanting to prop himself up more.  When I settled against him this time I felt his body tense and it wasn’t long before he was sitting up further, his hands pushing against me slightly.

“Can we sit up for a while, I’m not comfortable.”  Jungkook mumbled a slight flush to his cheeks as he shifted slightly.

I didn’t say anything, only nodding in response, cuddling one of the throw pillows to my chest, my head turned towards the screen, but my attention was on Jungkook.  He was acting weirder than usual today, and it wasn’t until I noticed his subtle shift that it caught my attention.  The ‘source’ of his discomfort was located in his pants, the rather large tent bulging against his ripped blue jeans.

Trying not to laugh at his obvious state of arousal I chose to ignore it for his sake, but I couldn’t help sneaking glances at him every now and then when he would shift slightly, one time I caught him using his hand to push against himself.  He let out a slight groan of relief quickly darting his gaze over to me to see if I had noticed.

“Jungkook are you okay?” I asked, already knowing the answer to my own question, but I looked at him innocently enough, letting him believe I didn’t know about his problem.

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, leaning his upper body towards me while angling his lower half away trying to conceal his hard on from me as he spoke, “I’m okay.”

I gave him a disbelieving look, scooting closer to him, pressing my thigh against his own, and my hand resting dangerously close to his throbbing erection.  “If you’re not feeling well I can make you something to eat? Or I could just leave if you want to sleep.”

Jungkook’s face darkened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, his eyes glued to my hand on his thigh.  Smiling to myself, I waited patiently for him to respond, but he didn’t say anything. Instead his eyes were wide, trained on my hand as he continued to stare between his erection and my hand.

“What are you looking at?” I asked curiously, darting my gaze down to where he was looking at.

“N-nothing!  I-I swear its n-nothing to worry about.”

My eyes were already looking down at my own hand on his thigh, catching a glimpse of his bulging jeans, my cheeks flushing naturally.  Glancing up at him through my eyelashes I caught him looking at my top which was low cut enough he could see the top swell of my breasts.

“Looks like you could use some help with that,” I said gesturing down to his pants, causing his cheeks to flush a darker pink.

“Would you like noona to take care of you, Kookie?”  My voice was low, a seductive drawl to my words as I smiled innocently up at Jungkook.

I knew he’d never had sex before and this wasn’t the first time I’d caught him trying to hide an erection from me.  It often happened when we were alone in the dorm when it was just the two of us.  The last time it happened I was helping Jin make dinner and I was wearing my favorite pair of cutoff jean shorts that hugged my backside and thighs tightly.  It showed off my legs and they were comfortable to wear when the weather was hot, I’d bent down to grab a container of kimchi from the fridge when I’d caught his reflection in the steel and glass of the oven door just above the kimchi fridge.

He didn’t know I’d seen him looking, but I saw him adjust his pants, turning back to his conversation with Taehyung and Jimin, but keeping an eye on me while I worked closely with Jin.  Needless to say, I’d put a theory to the test that day and I’d gotten a positive response from the youngest Bangtan member.

I’d known the boys for about two years and I’d always harbored a tiny crush on Jungkook, he was my bias after all, but it wasn’t like I was looking for a relationship with him considering our age gap.  I was his ‘noona’ as he so fondly reminded me several times throughout our friendship, the word sometimes made me cringe considering I saw him as more than just my ‘dongsang’.

Jungkook stared back at me, his dark chocolate eyes staring back at me with lust at the thought of me helping him with his erection.  He bit his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth gently as he mulled over my words.

“Noona, I-I’ve never-” Jungkook stared to speak, but I cut him off by moving my hand further up his thigh, my fingers smoothing over the bulge in his pants.

“I know,” I replied to his unfinished sentence.  “I’d love to be your first, Jungkook.  What do you say?”  Nimbly my fingers pulled down the zipper to his jeans.

“Can noona be your first?” The words were barely out of my mouth before Jungkook’s soft, full lips were on mine.  His kiss was rushed and sloppy, but he made up for that in eagerness to please and it didn’t take long for him to slow his kiss down matching my pace.

I groaned into his mouth when I felt his teeth sink into my bottom lip slightly, sucking on my lip before locking his lips fully with mine once again.  With one hand I was able to work the button of his jeans undone, my fingers gently brushing against his hard cock through his boxers.  Jungkook moaned into my mouth, kissing me harder, swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips asking for entrance which I granted. Considering the boy was new to being sexually intimate with girls, he was a rather quick learner and his kissing was better than I’d expected.

With little resistance I was able to sneak my hand into his boxers coming into contact with his erection. Jungkook tensed slightly, pulling away from our kiss to lean his head back on the couch, his eyes closing and brow furrowed.  I was gentle at first; I didn’t want him to blow his load too quickly seeing as this was his first hand job that wasn’t a solo act.  My fingers didn’t touch as I wrapped them around his thick length, Jungkook’s breath hitched, his front teeth digging into his bottom lip as his face screwed up in pleasure.

Smiling to myself, I started to stroke him, carefully watching his face for signs that he was getting close to his orgasm.  It wasn’t much longer before his moans were coming closer together and his breaths shortening with his effort to hold himself back.

“Noona, please,” Jungkook’s words were strained, as his eyes opened just enough to look at me pleadingly his hips pushing up closer to my hand.

I slowed my ministrations down, keeping my fingers wrapped around his now pulsing cock, the slight tremors in his body easing slightly.

“Please what, Jungkook-ah?” I smiled sweetly back at him causing him to bit his lip harder, his hips bucking up towards my hand trying to increase the motion and friction against his aching cock.

He groaned, “Can’t you just-” he growled in frustration as I cut him off.

“Ask nicely Jungkookie and you shall receive.”

“Noona, I-” Jungkook tried again.

I gave him a pointed look, stroking my fingers gently up his shaft.

“Oh god,” Jungkook’s face reddened slightly as his eyes collided with mine.  “Suck me, Y/N-ah, please.”

“Dropping the honorifics you little shit?  Naughty boy,” My tone was light, teasing, but I saw Jungkook’s eyes darken slightly at my words.

His hips bucked up harshly, causing my hand to slip down his shaft again.

My cheeks reddened slightly, he was a cocky little shit that was for sure.  Not only was he dropping the honorifics, but trying to push me to giving him a blowjob – even if that was the whole idea, not just a hand job.

Laughing to myself, I lowered to the floor, feeling Jungkook’s eyes following my movement as I slid down to a kneeling position between his firm thighs.  Grabbing the edge of both his jeans and boxers, together we were able to work his restricting clothing down and off of his legs.  Finally able to see the full length of his cock my eyes widened in shock.

I knew he was big because my fingers couldn’t touch each other as my hand had been wrapped around his length, but I wasn’t expecting him to be as large as he was.  Trying to calm my nerves I looked up at Jungkook to see that he’d been watching my assessment of his erection.  Smiling reassuringly, I scooted myself closer to him, settling on my legs in as comfortable of a position as I could before I took his length in both of my hands.

Jungkook’s hands wound their way into my hair, his fingers gripping hard as he watched as I lowered my head down to where my face was hovering inches above his length.  There was a small amount of precum dripping from his slit, the clear liquid dripping down the side of his shaft.  Slowly, I swiped my finger over the liquid earning a groan of appreciation from Jungkook as I stuck my finger between my lips, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

He was salty on my tongue as I wrapped my tongue around my finger taking in every last drop.  I watched as Jungkook’s eyes darkened and widened slightly as he watched my actions, his eyes going down to watch my throat as I swallowed.  I smiled back at him; my hand that was still wrapped around his shaft gave a slight tug, the friction causing him to moan.

Leaning forward my eyes followed my movement as I neared his weeping cock.  Taking a swipe with my tongue before my lips enclosed around the head of his shaft sucking slightly as he writhed above me.  Jungkook wasn’t the most vocal person, but surprisingly his groans and moans were more frequent than I’d thought they were going to be. With his fingers still wrapped up in my hair he tugged slightly from time to time, usually when my head was going down as though he was trying to stop himself from forcing me on him.

We stayed like that for a while longer, his moans echoing in the room around us and knowing that the boys could be back at any minute.  The thought alone sent a cold shiver down my spine and I found myself suctioning harder around his shaft.  Jungkook’s hips jerked involuntarily, his fingers pushing my head down further.  I allowed him to push as far as he wanted; feeling the head of his cock hit the back of my throat and going slightly deeper. I took a breath in through my nose, feeling my eyes begin to water as his hands held me there for a moment longer than I would normally allow, but I wasn’t going to tell him no, not with his cock jammed down my throat.

Pulling back, I felt Jungkook’s muscles relax; he exhaled deeply, his eyes looking at me through slits. Focusing my attention back on the task at hand, I continued to bob my head up and down his shaft several more times, occasionally going further down his shaft and allowing him deeper into my throat.  Jungkook’s hips began to stutter the longer I went down on him, his breaths shortening dramatically from earlier as he neared his climax.

“Fuck, noona,” Jungkook’s voice was deeper than usual as he groaned in pleasure, his hips continued to thrust harder against my mouth.  “I’m so close, please.”

Smiling around his cock, I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around his head when I pulled back, taking a moment to dip towards his slit, digging in slightly before sinking back down around him.  My hands were playing with his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.  When he got closer to his orgasm, I removed one of my hands from his balls to start stroking his cock again as I worked to bring him to his climax.

“Shit,” Jungkook shouted as his hips thrust up violently a few more times, his muscles tightening and tensing as he remained frozen with his hips pushed out.  My lips worked harder, my tongue stroking in time with my hand as I pulled back one final time to swipe gently over the head before enveloping him in the warmth of my mouth again.

Jungkook’s whole body shook with the force of his orgasm, his cock twitched in my mouth as I stilled waiting for him to come.  The first shot was strong as it hit the back of my tongue, followed shortly by a second, third, and finally a fourth.  I swallowed, feeling his seed go down before I started to stroke his cock with my mouth again, helping him ride out his high as his body continued to shake in the aftermath of his orgasm.

When Jungkook’s body finally stilled, I glanced up at him only to find his dark brown eyes staring intently at my face as I continued to stroke him between my lips.  Letting him go with a slight ‘pop’, I brought my hand up to my lips to wipe off the excess saliva and come as I watched him with a questioning expression.

This was a new step in our friendship and despite not having any regrets for where this ended up, I was afraid that Jungkook wouldn’t see it the same way.  I was filled with apprehension as I waited for him to say something – anything at all.  My legs were numb from sitting in this position for as long as I had, but I didn’t care about that right now, all I wanted was for Jungkook to speak.

Lifting himself up into a sitting position, Jungkook leaned forward, cupping my chin in his hand before swiping his thumb under my bottom lip.  His eyes were trained on mine, his dark pools of chocolate melting slightly as he spoke, “You missed some.”

My cheeks flamed slightly at his words, his thumb pressed gently against my lips, encouraging me to open up which I did gladly, accepting his thumb into my moist cavern, sucking gently.

Jungkook’s eyes were watching as his thumb disappeared into my mouth, his eyes darkened again, the melting chocolate that was there moments before was replaced by solid blackness. He groaned as he felt my tongue dance around his thumb before he pulled it out, resuming his stroking of my jaw and chin.

“Fuck noona.”

My eyes widened at his words, my thoughts snapping back to the fear of what he would say now that the moment was over.

“We really need to do that again.”  He grinned at me, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

I laughed, relief filling my chest as I responded in a slightly gruff voice, “Next time though, you owe me.”

I pulled myself up from my kneeling position, wincing slightly as the feeling returned to my legs, making my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“You should put your pants back on before the boys get home I called over my shoulder.  I could my own wetness soaking my panties, thankfully I was wearing jean shorts so no one would be able to tell, but I would have to live with the discomfort for the next several hours.  This is what I get for pulling something like this when Jin had invited me to stay for dinner, I thought to myself as I poured a glass of water, drinking it down in a few gulps grateful for the cool liquid.

i loved you, then i lost you {1}

a/n: okay wow i did not expect so many notes on the intro holy shit

(if you see any errors please tell me so i can fix them, thank you <3)


pairing: taheyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by tthyung


He cried and cried until he felt as if he had ran out of tears to spill from his fragile soul. You hated seeing him cry - it was like he was another person. His boxy smile would be replaced with wobbly lips, his sparkly eyes now dull and glossy from tears, his skin pale instead of his usual glowing light. You hugged him close to your body, squeezing your eyes tightly and whispering, “It’s not your fault, Taehyung,” over and over again in his ear. He only sobbed even louder, his nails digging deep into your back. “Calm down,” “You’re alright, I’m here,” you told those things quietly to him, although it would do nothing. Taehyung sat there, a sobbing mess, the two of you in the pile of flowers. 

Through the thin curtains hanging over your window, the sunlight was beginning to burst through the glass. You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up from the ground and rubbing your eyes. You glanced at Taehyung, who was peacefully sleeping on the ground as well, your head quickly jerking towards your alarm clock. “Shit!” You shrieked, standing up and rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door and  brushing your hair frantically. You brushed your teeth quickly, running out the bathroom and stumbling to your closet. grabbing a random t-shirt and shorts, hiding in a corner to change into your clothes. Even though he was asleep, there was no way in hell he’d be seeing you half naked. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your bag hastily, sneaking a small glance at Taehyung. His hair fell over his eyes slowly, chest rising up and down slowly. You felt yourself smiling at him, crouching down next to him and running your hand through his hair. “Good luck on your date, Tae.” You whispered, running out your room and down to the front door, slipping your feet into black slippers, rushing out the house and sprinting down to pure hell; college.

You took a fearful stare at the clock on your phone, biting down on your lower lip. 9:30. Fuck. 

Slipping into the building quietly and into your classroom, you hung your head low as the others stared at you with mumbles falling out their mouths. “Welcome, (y/n). You’re two hours late. Sit down.” The professor gave you a small smile, motioning to the empty seat next to Yoni. 

“Thanks..” you sighed, walking up the stairs and plopping yourself down onto the seat. “Can I borrow your notes?” You nudged Yoni’s side, nodding at her almost full page of notes. 

“Sure, but don’t take too long. He’s gonna keep talking.” 

You grinned, giving her a short thank you and grabbed your notebook, sliding her paper towards yourself and taking out a pencil. You were halfway through the notes before Yoni poked your arm. “What?” You looked up from your paper, blowing away the hair from your face. 

“You have..um, flowers?” She blinked, her voice raising just a bit. 

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, in your hair.” She mumbled, gesturing to the back of your head. 

You widened your eyes in alarm, quickly fishing out the flowers from the back of your hair, staring at them in your palms. Jenny shot a sharp glare at you two, putting a finger to her lips and shushing the both of you. “Shh. The professor is staring.”

“(y/n), mind sharing what ya got in y our hand?” He asked, crossing his arms over each other whilst leaning against his desk. You shuffled around in your seat, feeling the eyes of the others burning into your back, holding up the flowers in your hand. “Flowers?” He blinked, squinting at the small flowers scattered around in your hand. Quiet giggles erupted from the back, causing you to jerk your hand back down. Letting out a sigh, the professor shot a nasty glare at you. “You’re already late. Don’t make me lower your grade too.”

“You can-” You slumped down in your seat, puffing your cheeks out in frustration, grumbling quietly under your breath and letting the flowers fall down from your hand.

“(y/n)! I did not ask for you to dirty my floor, clean that up!”


You waited for Taehyung to pick up his phone while you waited outside the college doors, leaning against the walls. Your feet began to tap the pavement as the phone call was answered. “Tae? Are you alright now?”

He breathed heavily in the phone, trying to catch his breath. “Y-Yes..you should go stay at one of your friend’s house to-today,” he said quickly, the faint sound of the bed creaking in the back. 

Your stomach churned as the thought filled your head. Taehyung was still in your house, having s- fuck. “Whatever. I’ll get snacks for you later.” You hung up, resisting the urge to throw your phone at the ground. “What the fuck, Taehyung!” You yelled at nothing, stomping yourself down the steps and dialing Jenny’s number. 

“What’s poppin?” Jenny asked, giggling behind her mouth.

You, physically cringing at the ‘what’s poppin,’ groaned out loud. “I’m gonna stay over. Can you bring Yoni too?”

“Oo, this is a rare occurrence. Why? You never come to my house anymore,” Jenny asked slowly, her voice showing obvious signs of confusion. “Is it ‘cause of that Taehyung dude?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You snapped, pushing the hair out of your face again. “Just get ready, okay?”

“Alright. Don’t be a bitch when you come over, I’ll make you drink again.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” You scoffed when she hung up, leaving you with a quiet beep. “Why does everyone wanna hate me some way?” You rubbed your temple with annoyance, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and making your way to Jenny’s house. 

Jenny’s house was quite big - well, big compared to the other houses in her neighborhood. You knocked on the front door, greeting her with a big smile on your face. “I have arrived!” 

Jenny snorted, bringing you into the house. Yoni ran over to the two of you, phone in hand and ice cream in another. “Did you see Suha’s new post?!” She practically screamed as you shut the door behind you, peering at her phone.

“On Instagram?”

“Yeah!”

“No, I haven’t checked.” You crossed your arms, staring down at Yoni’s phone. Jenny stared down as well, letting out curses of every kind tumbling out her mouth. There, in all it’s glory, was Suha with Taehyung. In your bed. No shirt. Sweaty. 

“They fucked in your bed?!” Jenny yelled, eyes wide and face slightly red. “(y/n)! How could you be friends with that dude?!” She scolded while Yoni shut her phone off, shoving it in her back pocket of her jeans. 

“Shouldn’t they have done it like..somewhere else?” Yoni sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

You glared at the two, grabbing your phone and texted Taehyung. Your fingers went flying across the keyboard.

“What the fuck, Tae. Don’t have sex in my bed.”

The three of you waited until three dots popped up. 

“??? what”

“I saw her post. Don’t do it again, or I’m not going to let you stay over.”

“nooo! (y/n), don’t do that! i promise!!!!!!”

Jenny snatched your phone away, cursing even louder as she typed back in response. 

“Give it, Jenny!” You murmured, grabbing it back. 

“Having sex in her bed? Fuck is wrong with you, little dumb shit? You have any idea we have respect for our own household items? Don’t do it again.”

Yoni stared up at Jenny with a wide jaw, her eyes following her as she entered the kitchen. “Je- I know you’re mad, you didn’t have to go that far..”  

You trembled with anger, grabbing the doorknob and yelling a, “Good bye!” at the two, exiting the house and sprinting away to your house - which we may label as Hell 2.0

You opened the door with a slam, shutting the door behind you loudly. Kicking your shoes off, you locked eyes with Suha. She had her shirt on, finally, and was looking about ready to leave. Her smirk wanted you to slap her, her haunting eyes trailing and burning into you as she left. Light foot-steps followed down the stairs until a man finally came about, peeking his head through the entrance. 

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Taehyung smiled, bouncing over to you. “Where are the snacks?”

“Don’t have them.” You snapped, dropping your bag on the ground and pushing past him to your room upstairs. 

“Wa-”

Almost stumbling back from the intense whiff of perfume slapping you in the face, you took a second to breathe. Taehyung inched closer slowly, hesitant to reach his hand out to touch your shoulder. “Come into my bedroom and sit on the bed, Tae.” You sighed, covering your nose and walking into the room, sitting yourself down on a chair. He followed after quickly, settling down onto your bed. “Alright,” you murmured. “How many times have you had sex in my bed and tried to cover it up?”

“Once!” He said quickly, clasping his hands together tightly.

“Truth.”

“I’m not lying, I swear!” He smiled nervously. 

“TAEHYUNG.”

He flinched from your voice, avoiding your piercing gaze. “Four times..” he murmured sheepishly, brushing the hair out his face. You leaned back in the chair, letting out a weak laugh.

“Now, tell me.” You crossed your arms, “How many times has she left you on your dates?”

Taehyung shook his head, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Don’t have this conversation again, (y/n)..I do-” He choked, covering his mouth. Your eyes widened when a faint hint of red fluttered through his slender fingers, his eyes also widening before he let out a hoarse gag, putting his hand on the bed. You stared at him with confusion. The flowers only came out when he slept, so wh-

You sucked in your breath. The relationship was getting worse. “Taehyung, tell  me how many times she left you!” You stood up quickly, eyebrows furrowing together as he cried loudly, his chest rising up and down quickly as the flowers tumbled out onto the floor. He shook his head again, bringing himself down on the floor.

“No- I c- (y-” He could barely make a sentence out of the pain he was experiencing, clasping his hands around his throat. “Ca- br- br- brea-th,” he gasped, staring at you with teary eyes. Your eyes widened while you stared at his face which was slowly turning red, rushing over to him.

“Can you not breathe?” You asked quickly, concern splattered all over your face. Taehyung nodded, his shaky hands clutching onto your arms. Panicked, you looked around the room. You didn’t know what to do - your mind went completely blank without a trace of anything to help him. “J-Just try to, um..cough it out, Tae,” you rubbed his back in reassurance, biting down on your lower lip while he heaved on the ground, struggling to get that damned flower out his throat. You sprung up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and sprinted back to your bedroom, setting the cup down on the floor next to you. By now, luckily, Taehyung had gotten the flower out. You felt yourself let a sigh of relief, bringing him close to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, squeezing him tight in your embrace. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He hiccuped in your shoulder, his tears yet again soaking into the material of your shirt. 

“It’s getting w-worse, (y/n)!” He trembled. “I-I couldn’t breathe..” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “I thought I was g-gonna die, (y/n).” You chewed on the skin of your lip, ripping it off in the process. “What if I do die?” Taehyung whispered, his words becoming more clear as he calmed down.

“You’re not gonna die, Tae!” You moved him away so he faced you, a bright smile plastered on your face. “I’m sure she loves you, and this’ll go away soon!”

Liar.

Every word that bounced up and down from your mouth and into Taehyung’s ears was a lie. Suha wanted his looks, she wanted sex. Every time you told that lie that involved “Suha” and “love” in the same sentence took a sharp knife and jabbed you in the heart, piercing it thoroughly. You wiped your clammy palms on the sides of your shirt while Taehyung frowned, his arm still latched on your arm. 

“I..I don’t believe you, (y/n).” He said with a shaky voice, bringing his hands up to his face. “It’s been two months, and yet, it’s just getting worse!” He looked at you through the slits his fingers made. You stayed quiet, toying with your fingers on your lap. 

“I promise it’ll be better, Tae.” You put your hand over his, patting his hand and standing up. “Go to sleep.”

You turned and faced the door, reaching your hand out to touch the doorknob before you felt arms wrap around your waist. “I’ll trust you, (y/n).” Taehyung whispered before pushing you out the room. 

He shut the door behind you, leaving you alone out in your house. Your heart beat increased quickly and your cheeks began to heat up - you put a hand to your chest, feeling your mouth becoming dry. “Fuck,” you whispered, giving yourself a weak chuckle. “I might be falling for him.”


Taehyung stumbled downstairs with a tired yawn, shuffling to where you were in the kitchen and hugging you from behind. “Good mornin’!” He giggled, placing his chin on your shoulder. “What are you making?”

Your heart thumped as you gripped the handle of the pan tightly. “P-Pancakes.” you replied shakily, clearing your throat and silently cursing at yourself for stuttering. Taehyung stared at you with a confused look, obviously taken back. 

“Did you jus-”

“Sit your ass down and wait for the food!” You yelled, shoving him away. He yelped playfully, laughing loudly and retreating to the couch. Hearing the television turning on, you sighed and flipped the pancake in the pan, shifting it over to a plate. 

“You know,” Taehyung called from the back, eyes focused on the TV screen. “I’m having another date with Suha.”

You poured more batter into the pan, gritting your teeth. “Really? So many dates, Tae.” You forced a very loud laugh, flipping the pancake up too high and barely catching it. 

“Don’t judge!” He huffed, turning around to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make sure I can make her happy so I won’t throw up any more flowers!”

You paused halfway in setting the food down, turning around to face him as well. The two of you stared at each other in silence before you smiled. “Good luck, Tae.” A pang of pain shot into your chest, causing you to flinch. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, go back to watching TV.”

“Okay!”

You quickly fixed the food arrangement and walked to the couch, sitting next to Taehyung and setting it onto his lap. “Thank you~” He grinned, cutting into the pancake quickly. You felt a laugh escape your lips as you ate your own pancake. The two of you kept quiet and watched the TV, chatting every once in a while when it felt too silent. You let out a happy sigh - it had been a while since the tow of you had hung out like this before. You were either too busy with college or he was too busy with Suha and going to buy groceries for their date. You bite into a piece of the pancake, smiling at yourself. 

“Oh, I have to go!” Taehyung jumped up abruptly, setting the plate down and rushing upstairs. You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows and cheeks full of pancake, swallowing them slowly.

“Don’t tri-”

“Ow!” He whined, rubbing his shin before continuing to run up the stairs. You groaned, setting your plate down as well. You heard the loud footsteps running all over the place before he finally went back downstairs.

“I forgot this isn’t my house,” he rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling your hair up. “Wish me luck!”

“Whatever, don’t trip again.” You responded quickly, gathering up the plates and returning to the kitchen.

“Hey, why so cold?~” He sang, humming loudly until he finally left the house. The sound of the news reporter echoed through the now empty house, the faint sound of the sink running accompanying the woman’s voice. Rubbing your eyes, you checked the time. 7:30. Damn, you were so glad it was Saturday - it felt as if all the bricks lifted off your shoulders. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful with you only walking around with ice cream and scrolling through Instagram. You chewed on the ice cream while answering a phone call, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Is this (y/n)?” You froze, taking a moment to process who’s voice this was. 

“Suha? Why are you calling from Tae’s phone?” You snapped, setting the bowl of ice cream down. Suha’s breath quickened and talked quickly. 

“I don’t care what you think right now, come to the cafe down the street. Taehyung got hurt.”

“Excuse me?” You stood up, hurrying over to the kitchen and grabbing your keys. “Why?! How?!”

“He got in a fight!” Her whiny voice blared into your ear, making your cringe and bite down on the inside of your cheek. “If my dad finds out about this, I’ll be fucking burned!”

“I’ll have you know that Taehyung is hurt, stop worrying about your daddy issues!” You yelled into the phone, rushing out your house and running down the street. You weaved through the crowd of people, muttering ‘sorry,’ every five seconds before the small cafe came into your view. A crowd gathered around the opening as you pushed through the others, panting and refocusing your vision.

You felt your heart stop once you looked down at the two boys on the ground, unconscious and bleeding. One was a chocolate haired man who looked about in his twenties, bruises scattered all over his face and arms. Your eyes stared at the other man, recognizing Taehyung in a split second. He too, had bruises and cuts surrounding his porcelain skin, blood dripping down onto the concrete. Not but of course, not least, Suha stood there behind the two, dialing her father. You glared at the crowd, crouching down to Taehyung and picking him up, wrapping his arm around your neck. You stared at him with worried eyes, wondering why he was injured. The possibilities ran through your  mind; 1. He had gotten into a fight, which is probably the most accurate choice at the moment.

2. He got attacked by dogs.

3. This is a dream and an alternate reality.

You cursed under your breath, sending a sharp glare at Suha. “Hey!” You barked, walking over to her and dragging Taehyung with you. “Why didn’t you stop them?!”

Suha stared at you with disgust, putting a hand over the phone receiver. “Excuse me? I don’t wanna be hurt, and they should be the ones protecting me.”

“You have to be kidding,” the crowd gathered around the two of you, muttering beneath their breath. “That has to be the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” You took a step closer, and she took a step back. “Do you realize how much they care for you? Stop acting like you’re a queen, take responsibility and stop being such a bitch!” The words rolled of your tongue smoothly, as if it had been waiting to be released into Suha’s bubble. You smirked at the dumbfounded girl and shoved your way past the people, adjusting Taehyung’s arm. 

“You’re stupid.”


You sat on the couch, waiting for Taehyung to wake up. The whole event confused you - his date was only a few hours earlier, so why had he gotten into trouble already? Was he intimidated? Did he become agitated? The thought of Taehyung becoming angry was scary to you; out of all the years the two of you had been friends together, he had never gotten so angry where he would try to throw a punch at you.

Your eyes settled on Taehyung’s body, watching him slowly wake up. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before he sat up. “Where’s Suha?!” He groaned, holding his jaw in pain and looked around. 

“Sit back down,” you murmured, pushing him back down lightly onto the couch. Taehyung looked at you with confusion, his fists clenched tightly. 

“I thought-”

“You thought wrong, Taehyung.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “What happened?”

“A dude was coming up to Suha and tried to take her away, so I tried to push him away, then..” His fingers pressed against each other, staring at you nervously. The explanation settled down into the depths of your stomach, you letting out a sigh and leaned back. He was so close to finally finding out what she really was, but was too ignorant to see. 

“I’m getting you food, I’ll be right back.” You stood up, freezing when Taehyung grabbed your wrist. 

“Can you stay for a while? I’m fine with just pancakes again, I just don’t like the silence..” He muttered, wrapping his bruised fingers on your wrist. Staring down at him with pity, you fell back down onto the couch and began to card your hand through your hair. 

“You’re so ignorant.” You whispered under your breath, staring at your own hands.

“What?” Taehyung’s ears perked up, staring at you with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, nothing.”

The two of you sat in silence again. The sound of the clock ticking in the background faded away when you both were lost in your own thoughts. You stared up at the ceiling, wondering when you’d break the news to him. Your original plan was to just straight-out tell him without hesitation, but you soon realized he would only think it was a joke and disregard the fact. New plans began to form inside your mind only to break with Taehyung’s special soul. 

“(y/n).” Taehyung whispered, sitting up and scooting over next to you.

“What?”

“You aren’t angry, right?”

“Of course not.” You responded, staring at his hand crawling over yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt your heart begin to race, thumping wildly against your chest.

“Okay.” He let out a loud sigh, leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’m sleepy, bring me to beeeeddd~” He outstretched his arms towards you, making grabbing gestures with his hands. You smiled, laughing and standing up.

“You’re too heavy to carry, walk yourself!” You grabbed his hand, pushing him towards the stairs.

“I’m hurt!” He clutched his chest, walking up the stairs and into the guest room. 

You giggled to yourself quietly, sitting back on the couch. Grabbing your phone out your pocket, you began to text Yoni. Thumbs flying across the keyboard, you felt a cough bubble up in the bottom of your throat, covering your mouth and coughing quietly. 

The coughs became more and more frequent and painful - you grimaced, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. Falling to your knees, you let out a loud cough before throwing up. Fuck, you hated that rushing feeling that overcame your senses when you threw up. Rubbing your teary eyes, you gazed down and widened your eyes. 

Varieties of flowers piled up on the wood floor, it’s vibrant colors seeming too beautiful to be able to escape your mouth.

You rubbed your eyes again; this wasn’t..right? Looking up, you bit down on your lip. Taehyung was a deep sleeper, there was no way he could hear you. Your stomach churned as you stared at the flowers, tears dripping down your face.

“Why did it have to be him, out of all the people,” you whispered, hugging yourself tightly.

Kim Taehyung was in love with Suha  - and you were in love with your best friend, Kim Taehyung.


a/n: this is very short kill me, i promise ill make the length of the posts longer when more parts are added (also since i’m dumb and don’t know how to reply to things, the hanahaki disease takes place when you have a one sided love) 

Winter Shadow - chapter 3

Credit again to @pixierox101 for the idea, because I’d never have thought of it.

He was all she had, and she was all he had, and she was always torn by her need to help him, and to keep him. As his memories returned, piece by agonising piece, he was desperate to fit them together, to remember who he was, to have her help him hold on to himself, before he was lost again. He was so afraid to rediscover his identity, to remember a past before all the pain he’d felt, and the pain he’d caused, but he needed to. The more fragments reappeared, the more he wanted to know. Each time they used his trigger words and he lost himself for a little while, she knew how much it hurt, that when the memories returned they would be tinged with the sorrow of what he had done. Although his actions were out of his control, although he was a victim of the most horrific abuse, she knew that each memory was a stain of guilt that no one could remove, but all the more reason for him to want to find who he was, to be more than the killer they’d made him.

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The Art of Remembering (8/?)

Summary: Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au

Rating: T

Also on: ff.net, ao3

Catch up: first chapter, previous chapter 


Emma hums to herself as she stands at the kitchen counter stirring a fresh mug of hot chocolate. The tiled floor is cold beneath her bare feet, and she considers hunting for a pair of socks later as she makes her way over to the fridge and grabs the whipped cream—swirling it on top of her drink and then rummaging through the cupboard for the cinnamon. She sprinkles a generous amount on top, finishing her drink off with a satisfied smile.

As she kicks the fridge door closed and makes her way back to the living room, Emma dips a finger into the cream, scooping up a tiny taste and popping it into her mouth

It’s been a little over a week since Killian brought home those pictures, and three weeks since the accident. She’s not nearly as sore, and moving around the apartment is no longer such an arduous and painful task.

Sure, she may not be completely back to herself and she still gets tired way sooner than she likes, but she’s feeling exceptionally better and—at least in her book—that qualifies as being healed.

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Back to You (Poe Dameron)- Part One

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: Angsty Poe request for @marvelousthronewars . Thanks for being so patient with me, lovely!

Warnings: I really don’t want to give away what happens but lots of angst, a little heavy making out, etc etc etc. Read at your own risk if you value you your feels lol also– I changed a few tiny things so don’t kill me. That’s all byeeee. 

Tags:

@akigaskarth


Originally posted by redheadspark

I would’ve done anything, given up anything I had, if it meant he would stay. But I knew it wasn’t possible. No matter what I said or did, Poe was going to Jakku. He had to. I knew that, but it still didn’t stop me from unraveling. Each time he left, I watched him go with a heavy heart, and it stayed that way until the moment he was back. Something felt different about this time, though. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the idea of the idea of him leaving again was more painful than it’d ever been before.

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Did you just kissed him? {Isaac Lahey}

Gif is not mine.

Summary: In which Isaac and the reader gets stuck in a room, resulting in Isaac fighting to control himself

Prompts: #54:  “Oh my, the world is about to come to an end.” 

#101:  “Your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.”

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: none, I guess

Word Count: 1600+

Requested by i-never-liked-this-apple-much

Request: “Ok so I don’t know if I can combine them but can you do 54 and 101 with Isaac please. Thank you so much!”

Yes, you can combine them! Thank you for requesting, and sorry about the long wait. Hope you like it! ♥♥


You hated Isaac.

He teased you all the time, even in school. You could blame him for your bad grades, because there was no way you could pay attention to class with him always annoying you, poking you and disturbing your concentration.

And wasn’t just that. He had always disagreed with you in front of the pack too, no matter how brilliant your ideas were, or how helpful could you be. In return, you tried to ignore him as much as possibly, but somehow he always found a way to disturb you.

That night wasn’t going to be any different. It was Friday, and Scott had texted you to let you know that the pack would meet at his house. That surprised you, because the pack had reunited only a few days ago, but you decided not to question him anyway. If there was going to be another meeting, something important must be going on.

Obviously, Isaac would be there and, considering that you are also part of the pack, there was no escape. You had to go.

Great.

You stood awkwardly in the front door after ringing the bell, waiting for someone to invite you to enter, even knowing that the door wasn’t locked. As you waited, you rubbed the palms of your hands together, trying to warm yourself.  

It was a cold day in Beacon Hills, and like everyone else, you were dying for a good cup of hot chocolate. But guess what? Instead of it, you had to stay outside Scott’s house until he wanted to open the door for you.  

When someone finally came to invite you to enter, though, that someone unluckily wasn’t Scott.  

“Eh, look at what I have outside my door”, Isaac teased, keeping the door open for you. “What are you doing here, little wolf?”  

You hated when he called you like that, and that was probably why he called you like that.

Your mouth is open, sound is coming from it.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. This is never good.

You didn’t wait for Isaac to answer anything and entered the house, dashing into him on purpose as you passed.  

“So, where’s Scott and everyone?” You asked, sitting down on the sofa.  

Isaac closed the door behind him and sat in the other sofa with a confused expression.  

“Everyone?”

“Yeah,” you replied, annoyed. “Lydia, Stiles, Derek…How we can make a pack reunion without a pack?”  

“There’s no pack reunion,” Isaac guaranteed, smirking. “You know, if you wanted to see me you didn’t had to invent such excuses, Y/N.”

“Keep dreaming,” you laughed sarcastically and stood up. You were going to call Scott later to make him explain himself, that was for sure. “Well, I have nothing to do here anymore, so I’m going home. I hope Scott have a great excuse to make me came all the way here for nothing.”

You walked towards the door, only to notice that it was locked.

You looked at Isaac. “Why you locked this?”

“It’s not locked,” Isaac pointed.

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m telling you, it’s locked!” You insisted.

Isaac stood up and tried to open the door too, but, like you said, it was locked.

“It is locked,” Isaac observed reflexively.

“Oh, really, Sherlock?” You retorted, crossing your arms. You sighed. “Do you have the key?”

“Scott probably took it,” he explained. “Unless you want to put down the door, we’re locked in here.”

Isaac opened the other door, which lead to the kitchen, but couldn’t pass through it: someone had made a barrier using mountain ash, keeping you both in the living room. It was everywhere, even in the windows. When Isaac noticed it, he started to try to force his way out of the room desperately, and in matter of seconds he was breathing hardly as if he was suffering of one of Scott’s asthma attacks. You started to feel concerned.

You didn’t had to be a genius to know who did that, and why.

Concentrating a little, you could smell clearly the scent of the twins. Seriously, that alpha pack was starting to annoy you. A lot.

Trying to think about some kind of plan to get out of this situation, you stared at Isaac’s back as he scratched the wall with his werewolf claws, knowing that if you didn’t do anything, he would destruct everything he could see, including yourself. Warily, you stepped forward and carefully put your hand in his shoulder, waiting for him to look at you, but he never did.

“Isaac?” You then called softly, in a tone you thought you would never use with him. “Isaac, calm down.”

He turned his face to look at you, and you noticed that his eyes were already shinning in yellow before he turned forward again.

Bad sign. Very, very bad sign.

You knew about his father, and how he had been abusive with Isaac, keeping him locked for hours. Was obvious that in some minutes he would lost control because of his trauma, even if Scott’s living room wasn’t that small. The problem wasn’t the size of the room, was the pain of remembering, the bad memories that were probably evading his head, and all you could do was watch while Isaac fought for control. You surely weren’t expecting that a pack reunion would end this way.

If you wanted to make it out alive, was better think fast. Very fast.

“Go…go away,” Isaac tried to warn you, breathing visibly hardly. “You have to go.”

You swallowed hard, taking probably the dumbest decision of your life. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Well, you couldn’t even if you wanted to, so instead you picked up your phone and texted Lydia, quickly explaining what happened and hoping she would see the message. The only chance you and Isaac had was her.

Isaac’s hands balled into fists as he lowered his head, never making eye contact with you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His voice was low, fragile, but there was an undeniable truth in every word he said. Your heart stirred as Isaac looked at you over his shoulder, his pain clear in his beautiful blue eyes. He was fighting against himself, his instincts, and it was visible that he was in pain while trying to do it.

And it was all because he didn’t wanted to hurt you.

You knew this situation could end very bad to you; Isaac was, in fact, stronger than you. He had more experience, and he was a man while you were still a girl, naturally smaller than him. You couldn’t expect to win against him in a fight.

“Isaac, look at me.”

He hesitated, breathing with difficulty, but did as you told after a few seconds, his eyes fixed on you as he turned to face you.

His heartbeat drummed in your werewolf ears, as well as your own, but you had to ignore them both to concentrate on the right words to say. You took a small, careful step towards him.

“I know you’re not going to hurt me,” you said, braver than you really felt.

“No, stop…” Isaac adverted quietly, his eyes flashing in yellow, and then back to blue again. “Please.”

You ignored his words, taking another step closer to him.

“You’re strong, Isaac, you’re stronger than this.”

He pressed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to resist the transformation, but you could see that his teeth and claws were starting to appear and that he could not tolerate it for too long.

“Stop,” he begged. “Don’t…”

“It’s okay.”

With another step and your heart beating as fast as possible, you stretched your arms and put one hand in each side of Isaac’s face, making his eyes find yours. His skin was warm under your palms, and his breath was now touching your face softly as he watched your movements with attention, not knowing what you were about to do.

“Y/N…?”

Just breathe, Y/N. Just breathe.

You stared at Isaac’s eyes intensely, keeping eye contact as your face approached his, enough for your noses to touch and for you to smell the nice scent coming from him. You saw a look of curiosity in his eyes just before you closed yours, slowly pressing your lips against his softly.

His body tensed up for a moment, surprised, but then Isaac’s lips moved against yours without warning, catching you in a slow and intense kiss that brought butterflies into your stomach. His lips were softer than you imagined, moving in sync with yours, wanting to feel you closer.

And god, Isaac was a damn good kisser.

But then, when your conscience hit you and you were about to break the kiss, Isaac’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was no space between your bodies, his chest against yours as your hearts beat in sync.

Somehow, your hands rested at the back of his neck, caressing the warm skin as the kiss deepened and your mind went blank. There was nothing else happening around you two; it was as if the world had stopped as you started to kiss.

You was so involved in the kiss that neither of you noticed your surroundings until you heard someone cough, making you pull away from him, alarmed.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Stiles, Lydia and Scott watching you two, amused. Lydia had the biggest smile of all, at the pace that Scott and Stiles just couldn’t believe their eyes. Not that you could have blamed them; you and Isaac were always arguing.

“We…” you began, uncertain of where to start.

But even before you could think about some explanation, Stiles stepped forward, pointing at Isaac’s direction and looking at you with a funny expression.

“Did you just kissed him?” he asked. Oh my, the world is about to come to an end.”


A/N: Sorry about any errors. Part two maybe? 

Conor Maynard Imagine - Still hate you (SMUT)

Meeting new people had never been an issue to you. You enjoyed new companies, new senses of humor, new faces. When you met Jack, you liked everything about him. Not in that way, though: he wasn’t your type at all, but he was too fun to be around to turn down. You liked everything about him except for one little thing. 

His brother. 

 Conor had never been appealing to your senses. You thought he was too big-headed; sure, the boy could sing and he had the looks, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t hang out with people who weren’t as successful. 

 You had met Jack and the rest of the Buttercream gang through YouTube. Now that you were a fairly known YouTuber, you started attending all the parties and going to all the events. And to say you were excited for having been invited to the BRITs was an understatement. 

That was, of course, until you noticed who would be sitting besides you. Since you had come with your friends, you thought you might as well be seated next to them. It was your first big event, for god’s sake, it was huge, and you didn’t want to feel more nervous than you had been all past week.

So, when you glanced at who would be sitting next to you for the entire ceremony, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes covertly. Of all the thousands of people who were at the arena at that exact moment, you had to land next to Conor freaking Maynard, the only person you didn’t want to see that night.

When you heard he was going, you just shrugged it off. You didn’t want to give him any extra attention, but now it seemed as if karma was playing you for some horrible thing you had done, whatever it was.

 As you tried to figure out who you had killed in another life to deserve such punishment, you slowly sat down next to Conor. Your dress went up your leg a little, and you felt even more uncomfortable than before. Even the thought of him looking at you in any way was disgusting to you. 

 "Hey" he said, eventually turning his head around to look at you. You thought he had given you the weirdest look, and you thought he would be wondering why a plain YouTuber was sitting next to such a big artist. You felt the urge to slap him for no reason “Nice to see you here" 

 You gave him a fake smile as you rolled your eyes internally "Same to you” you lied in response. He was probably lying as well, but two could play that game. 

 His eyes slowly travelled down your face to take a look at your outfit, and you couldn’t decide whether it was disgusting you or turning you on. He looked back at your eyes right away, and you could tell he was blushing “You look great tonight” he said, and you almost believed him.

 "Thanks" you nodded, and turned back to look at the main stage again. You weren’t going to turn back the compliment, not when you didn’t feel it. You weren’t an hypocrite. 

 As you wondered why it couldn’t have been the other Maynard instead, sitting next to you, you could feel Conor’s eyes burning on your skin. You readjusted yourself in your seat, the friction between your crossed legs and the seat sending a sudden but brief wave of pleasure to a certain area. You paled. What the fuck was wrong with you? 

 When the ceremony started, you managed to focus on the stage for some minutes. However, you couldn’t help but glance back at Conor when you caught him staring, letting him know that you weren’t blind. He didn’t seem to care, as you could feel his eyes on you a few moments later. You felt yourself forgetting why you hated him. 

To be honest, he wasn’t even that bad looking, and you had probably misunderstood one another all this time. When they announced a 10-minute break, a little girl had run up to Conor to ask him for a picture, and he happily agreed. He took her on his arms, and you couldn’t help but glance up to him with a small smile. He couldn’t be such a bad person, at least not as bad as you had pictured him. 

 When he sat back next to you, hands clasped together on his lap, it didn’t take him more than a second to look at you again “What’s the matter with you?” You suddenly asked, feeling so brave you hardly recognized yourself.

He chuckled in response “What’s the matter with what?” he asked, his tone playful.

You breathed in, trying not to slap him right there, straight in the face “You keep looking at me”

“Am I not allowed to look?” he asked again, a cocky smile creeping on his lips. You sat back on your seat, crossing your arms as some random crew member announced you would be on air in a few seconds. 

You couldn’t decide whether it was appealing you, or making you want to throw up. The truth was, now that you took a closer look at him, at his features, he didn’t seem so bad. Your eyes slowly travelled to the white pants he was wearing, still not answering his question in any way, and you couldn’t resist the urge to bite your lip. Since when did you go around looking at guy’s bulges?

“A picture lasts longer” you finally said, as he drew his eyes back at yours. You were lucky he didn’t catch you staring, or else it would have been utterly embarrassing. 

He just smiled at you and focused on the stage again. You hadn’t even noticed the ceremony had already started again. 

For the next half an hour, you thought it all had been pretty boring. You had no one to talk to, besides Conor -and you weren’t even going to dare-, the winners had been predictable and all the jokes the hosts were cracking weren’t even worth a laugh.

Just when you thought you were going to pass out of boredom, you felt a hot pressure on your left knee, and you stiffened. Conor’s hand was tightly gripping at your skin, you thought he might as well just rip it off. You gave him a look, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he started drawing circles with his thumb, so gently and slowly, the steamy pressure you had felt earlier between your legs suddenly came back.

“What in the world are you doing?” you hissed on his ear, but he gave you no response. Instead, his hand slowly gained confidence and slid up your leg, dangerously approaching the hem of your dress. You bit your lip again.

You caught him looking at your cleavage in a discrete way, or maybe not so discrete, and you thought that was it. He had gotten what he wanted. He had won. You wanted him bad, for some weird reason, and you wanted him right away. Because you had never been sexually frustrated, let one because of someone you didn’t even like. For god’s sake, you hated Conor Maynard. He was so arrogant, so annoying, so…

So what? Your mind ran out of adjectives as it wandered off to a wall, a wall you were pinned up against, and he was making you scream his name so loud you felt like passing out. Your breathing involuntarily got heavier as he casually played with your underwear with the tip of his fingers. Who would have told you two hours ago that you would be literally aching for Conor Maynard?

The award show concluded, and as soon as the “on air” sign turned off, Conor’s hand moved away from your tight. Without saying goodbye nor looking for your friends, you stormed off to the bathroom. You needed to calm down. He was probably never going to talk to you again, so what was the point?

As you put your hands under the water stream to gently splash it your neck afterwards, you heard the bathroom door opening. You jumped. You had chosen that specific bathroom because they had told you no one ever went in there. It wasn’t even as luxurious-looking as the main ones.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you mid-shouted, as a smiley Conor Maynard closed the door behind you. You heard the lock closing with a dry click, and your breathing picked up speed again.

“I think we have something to finish off”he smirked as he got closer to you.

Fuck it’ you thought as you felt your arms being thrown around his neck, foreheads pressed together, looking at each other’s lips expectingly. His hands went to your low hips, gripping them as if his life depended on it. 

He brushed your noses together as he repeatedly pecked your lips shortly but hungrily “You make me so frustrated, Y/N” he mumbled between kisses, taking his time to taste the cherry lip balm you were wearing.

“Why haven’t you talked to me before, then?” you managed to ask as you started taking his jacket off. 

“I guess I just had the wrong idea about you” he said, and before you could even respond, he slid his tongue inside your mouth, taking you by surprise. However, you reacted instantly, as your tongue agressively tangled with his, deepening the kiss.

His hands urgently roamed the hem of your dress again, pulling it higher this time. When it was above your hips, he slid your underwear down your soft legs until you threw them away with your feet, god-knows-where. His fingers instantly brushed your entrance, teasing you as you chewed on his lip, desperate for him to be inside you in any way.

When his fingers finally met your clit, you threw your head back in pleasure, breaking the kiss as you gasped breathlessly. He was practically fucking you with his fingers, thrusting in and out with such dangerous speed you felt as if you were going to come at any second.

“Oh shit, Conor” you whimpered as he added yet another finger. You were a screaming mess. Just when you thought you were finally going to be able to close your mouth, another wave of pleasure hit your core, making you moan without even trying.

He carefully picked you up and placed you on the counter, next to the sink where you held for support, as he started unbottoning his pants. His bulge was ridiculously big, and you were aching with anticipation. His fingers had been amazing, but certainly not enough.

He pumped his erect member up and down a few times before he placed it at your soaked entrance, teasing you just like he had done with his fingers. He slowly entered you, holding you steadily by your waist. His lips suddenly found yours, but this time, his tongue wasn’t as hungry. Or maybe it was, but he surely did hide it well.

His tongue caressed yours inside your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you at an incredibly slow pace. But, for some weird reason, you found yourself bubbled in even more pleasure than before. Chills ran down your spine, and suddenly it hit you that maybe you felt a little more than lust towards him.

Conor moaned inside your mouth as his hands tightened their grip on your waist, sending you over the edge. Him making you moan was one thing, but you making him feel at ease caught you off guard. You suddendly released yourself, and so he did few moments later. He kept thrusting and kissing you, and your hands kept on exploring the back of his head. It felt so damn good, you didn’t want to feel the emptiness of not having him inside you ever again.

When your lips finally parted ways, your foreheads were still touching, your breathings in sync. You smiled at him “I still hate you” you joked, making him smile.

“I sure don’t” he said. You blushed “I want to get to know you better. You know, start again”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” you asked, pulling away so he could see the fake-puzzled look on your face.

He laughed out loud, cupping your cheek with his soft hand afterwards. He leaned in slowly, pressing your lips together once more. Yet this time, they belonged to someone you were eager to know. 

appearances | alfie solomons

tied to this headcanon

Alfie had been trying to stare Tommy down for about 5 minutes now but his eyes kept getting pulled up to the window behind him. She was stood there, arms crossed, her face blank but he knew that look and it was the look that usually meant he was going to get a bollocking and a half.

“Would you excuse me, please, Thomas?”

Tommy watched him leave, slightly confused and turned to see him walk over to a woman stood outside. She fixed him with a sickly sweet smile and he saw Alfie huff about a bit, speaking about something he couldn’t hear. He fell back in the chair and lit a cigarette, barely settling in when he heard her shouting.

“Three fucking times, Alfie! I swear to God, I have to keep mopping up shit like this and I’ll set this damn place on fire myself!”

She stormed past him, wrenched the door open, and cleared her throat before speaking.

“You must forgive me, Mr Shelby, I apologise for the interruption” her tone was polite and measured, a contrast to the one she’d used with Alfie.

And with that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows again.

Alfie huffed in, dropped himself into the chair and poured himself a drink.

“We’re not going to discuss this” Alfie gruffed, not meeting Tommy’s eye.

“Trouble, Mr Solomons?” he smirked, blowing the smoke up.

“More than you bloody know”

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kalashia  asked:

For the prompt thing, #1 for stevetony? 616 if possible? :)

“why are you at my doorstep at 3 in the morning…”

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Steve’s Brooklyn apartment was in a good area - much nicer than it had been back when he’d originally lived there at least - but that didn’t make him any less wary when a pounding on the front door woke him out of a dead sleep.

He fumbled for his cell phone on the bedside table and blinked at the screen. 2:47 am. Far too late - or early, depending on how you looked at it - for one of his neighbors or teammates. Unless something was wrong.

He palmed his Avengers comm as he rolled out of bed. The apartment was dark, but the lights from the street outside were more than enough to see by as he made his way to the front door. He hesitated for a long moment, listening for any obvious signs that something was wrong, but after a moment he relaxed and conceded that it was unlikely the Red Skull would have bothered knocking first.

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Surprise (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: This imagine especially goes for the girls who aren’t or weren’t able to meet the boys. Girls I really feel with you because neither did I met Harry or the other boys. But don’t give your hopes up! Maybe you’ll meet them one day, who knows? And to those people, who already did meet them, please share your experiences with me! I’m dying to know them! Btw, I’m so fucking excited for today! I’ve been waiting for this day since “Sign of the Times” was released and I can’t wait to see him performing again!!!  And as Harry would say, All the love and I really hope you enjoy this imagine! I appreciate feedbacks, no matter if they are positive or negative! xo B.

Ever since I was a teenager, my heart was conquered by the most famous boy band in the entire world. Their music has been accompanying me through my puberty stage. They also saved my life and I would be always grateful for that. I was fourteen years old as I started to fancy them. Those times were pretty hard for me. My family was falling apart. My parents decided to divorce and their decision hit me like a brick. I was never the same after this.

So it felt good to listen to their music because it was the only thing that would soothe me during my time of loneliness. I barely talked to my parents, it hurt to see how two persons who used to love each other so dearly ignoring themselves. I needed time to regain my strength and carry on with my live.

So special thanks to One Direction. The biggest boy band in the 21st century. I was glad to get to know them. I still remember my walls being plastered with thousands of posters and pictures. I owned every album and perfume, I still do by the way. One Direction meant more to me than just a boy band. They were my heroes and perfect role models for teenagers nowadays. Also belonging to the 1D fandom was a great honor and pleasure to me and I loved being a part of them so dearly.

And still with my 22 years, I still adored them with my whole heart. Now that they were being in a break, things got strange somehow. I really missed them.  I loved all of them but one of them stole my heart from the very first moment I saw him. His wonderful green eyes and his cute dimpled smile were burnt into my head forever. Whenever I saw him in an interview, talking and interacting with the interviewer, my heart skipped a beat and a wide grin made its way up on my lips.

His transformation was fucking remarkable. I mean, you just have to look at him in his X-factor times and compare him with today’s Harry. How did he manage some sort of transformation?! He looks handsome as ever and shit, I would do anything to meet him, even for a second.

Yes, I belonged to the fans who never got the chance to see him or the other boys in real life. And that fact hurt pretty much. Every time I asked myself why I could not just meet them? When I was 15, I wanted to visit their concert but unfortunately I had no money to afford a ticket. I cried for days.

My dearest wish was to be hold by Harry, his arms being wrapped around me into a secured and protective hug, his voice telling me not to cry. But I just could dream of it.

And also with 22 years, I still hadn’t met him. Not yet.

***

“Hey (Y/N), it’s break time!” My best friend called as she entered my office, taking a seat in front of me and placing her feet on my desk. I took a look at the clock. It was exactly 2 PM. I leaned back on my chair, rubbing over my eyes with my hands. After working non-stop for six hours I became really tired. I worked for a designer company in New York and we were about to make a new collections for the summer. So I spent my whole day with drawing and drawing some ideas. And I have to say I liked the most of them.

“Would you please put down your feet from my desk?” I sighed. Then, I opened my cupboard, taking a sandwich out of it. I unwrapped the foil and bit into my delicious sandwich.

My friend and also my co-worker took a sip of her cappuccino. “So (Y/N), any plans for your birthday?” I just roll my eyes at her question. She knew I was too busy to celebrate my birthday this year however she insisted and tried to convince me to do otherwise. She’s been like this for a whole month now.

The closer my birthday came, the more suspicious my friends acted. I was aware that they planned a big surprise for me but I couldn’t tell what. Otherwise, I could always tell what they were planning but this time I was completely oblivious about it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, babe! We’re going celebrate your birthday like every year.” My friend looked at me with a stern expression on her face.

“(Y/F/N), I’m very busy this year and you know it. I have no time for any celebrations. We have to concentrate on the new collections.”

“But baby, you already work and work without taking any break. You need to cool down a bit! Work isn’t running away.”

I sighed and surrendered because I knew, no matter how much I resist, she wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Fine!” I grumbled, earning an exited screech from her. I held my hands over my ears.

“You won’t be disappointed about your present. I promise!” She told me.

I took my water bottle and drank out of it. However, what my friend said in the next moment made me almost spill out the whole content in my mouth on my drawings.

“What did you just said?” I exclaimed.

She acted like it wasn’t anything excited. But for me it meant the whole world. She looked at me weirdly. “Calm down, babe. I just said that Harry Styles is in town.”

Immediately, my heart beat increased and I felt my cheeks getting warm.

“Woah, (Y/N), you’re trembling!” My friend remarked. “If I knew you would react this way, I wouldn’t have told you.”

“W-where do you know that?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice straight.

“You know I’m watching the news and listening to the radio. I’m not like you who locks herself up in her office and isolates herself from life.” She laughed slightly.

“I’m not isolating myself.”

“Yeah sure.”

“But I don’t think that I’ll meet him even though he’s in New York. I mean he could be anywhere.” I sighed. My friend knew about my heavy crush on Harry Styles. The whole office knew actually. They would catch me how I would talk about him constantly. When he released “Sign of the Times” I couldn’t stop but telling everyone how brilliant this song was. I practically forced them to listen to it. Yeah, since everybody knew they wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

“You never know, babe. Don’t give your hopes up.” My friend remarked.

“You know I’m never lucky when it comes to my favorite celebrity. Everybody meets him. Everyone but me.”

“You’re thinking to negative, (Y/N). Just look forward on your birthday, okay? We’re going to have so much fun!”

She looked at the clock and saw that our twenty minutes break was almost over. “I’m heading back to my office. I see you around, girl. And do not make a sad face okay? I’m sure one day you’ll meet him.” She offered me a smile before she opened the door and left. Little did I feel that she knew something.

***

My birthday finally arrived. I didn’t feel very excited about that but my friends in the office freaked out for an unknown reason. I received some congrats and lovely hugs from everybody.

“You’re finally 23!”Alyssa, a very cute girl from the office told me, her voice showing a trace of joy.

“Yeah. “ I mumbled. “Finally 23.”

“Okay, girl.” My friend grabbed my shoulders, smiling at me. “You’re not allowed to enter the conference room till tonight. We’ll send somebody to get you, alright?”

“Sure.” I said, and after that everybody went back to working.

Hours and hours passed by fast and as someone knocked on my door I just realized that it was already 8 PM. Wow, I really worked that much?

“(Y/N)?” It was Alyssa who opened the door and came in. She is such a lovely and wonderful girl. She is definitely one of my favorite co-workers.

“Hey, Ally!” I greeted her. She clapped her hands.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so…” I said. I was kind of nervous though. Who would know what was waiting for me in the conference room?

Alyssa came towards me and took my hand.

“I have to ask you to close your eyes and only to open them when you’re told, okay?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. “Alright.”

Alyssa pushed me slightly forward. “And no cheating!”

“I won’t!” I called.

Alyssa guided me securely and safe to the conference room. I heard her knocking on the hard wooden door. Someone opened it. I could perceive some whispers in the background as I was pushed further into the room. My heart felt like I would explode in my chest.

“Okay, (Y/N)!” I heard my friend. “You can open your eyes now.”

And I did. What I’ve seen took my breath away. The walls around me were decorated so beautifully and balloons were hanging everywhere. There was also a big poster and “Happy birthday to our wonderful (Y/N)” was written on it. They also have removed the desks to the side so the middle of the room could be used as a dance floor. I really wanted to cry. I had such beautiful friends and I was grateful for that.

“Do you like it?” Alyssa asked.

I shook my head in agreement. “Yes, fuck, yes I love it! Thank you so much guys!” I breathed out, struggling with my tears.

“If you already love this,” My friend said, “then you’ll love your present even more.” I looked at her questioningly.

“Turn around, (Y/N).” She smiled softy.

And as I turned around, it felt like everything around me stopped for a second. My eyes meet with some enchanting green eyes that I longed to see in real life for so many years now. There he stood in front of me and handsome as ever, holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

I didn’t know how to react, I was utterly shook and very surprised. I was expecting everything but this. I finally met him. My biggest celebrity crush, the king of my world, the key to my heart, the reason for my smile. Harry Styles.

He smiled at me gently and handed me over the rose. I grabbed it with my shaky hands. I tried hard to contain my tears but failed terribly. I put my hand on my mouth to muffle my heavy sobs.  I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. But I did. And the next thing I felt was Harry wrapping his arms around me and pressing against his chest. I clung onto him like my life was dependent on him. The whole room was filled with cheers, clapping and laughter.

Harry was rubbing my back soothingly, telling my not to cry. I nestled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils and awakened every cell and fiber in my body.

He pushed me slightly away, but so that we were still very close to each other. He put his hands on my cheeks and wiped away my falling tears.

“Don’t cry anymore, darling.” He said. “This is supposed to be your lucky day.” I nodded, however it was very hard to stop crying. People who already met him know what I’m talking about. Slowly, I regained myself and no more tears were flooding down my cheeks.

“Sorry for ruining your jacket.” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about that.” He laughed. “It’s totally okay.”

As I looked back into his eyes, just to make sure this was not a dream, it hit me. “Shit, you’re fucking Harry Styles!” My voice was trembling.

“Yes,” He smiled at me. “I am fucking Harry Styles.” The room erupted into laughter.

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Happy birthday, m’love!”

I blushed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N). You’re friends couldn’t stop but talking about you non-stop in the last few months.” My eyes widened. Months? They were planning this for months?

“What?” I could only say, turning to my best friend.

“We all know that Harry is a busy man. We wanted to make sure that he was available on your birthday.” She said. I shook my head, but laughed. This all still seemed so surreal to me. How did they even manage to invite him?

“I’m glad they told me about you.” Harry said. “I’ve heard some nice stuff about you.”

The heavy wooden doors opened and my boss Lana came in. She walked towards me and Harry, hugging me first and then giving him a friendly hug. “Welcome Harry, my boy. Long time no see.”

Harry laughed shyly. “It’s good to see you again, Lana.” I was startled a bit. They two knew each other? My boss turned towards me. “Are you enjoying your birthday present?”

I nodded. “Yes, mam. Thank you so so much!” I turned and looked at the others in the room. “I still can’t believe that Harry Styles is standing next to me, but I really appreciate your effort with my whole heart. You made a dream come true. Thank you!” Everybody smiled.

“I think it’s time for your birthday cake.” Harry announced then, holding onto my hips. His closeness let tingles run down my spine and I enjoyed every second of it.

The cake arrived and I blew out the candles. We ate the cake, which tasted heavenly, and then someone turned on the music so we could dance. Harry took my hand, dragging me towards to dance floor.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his hands on my hips pushing me towards him.

“It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had!” I told him.

“ ‘M very glad you like it.” We danced like there was no tomorrow, but the closer the end came the more afraid I got. I knew that he had to leave soon and I didn’t want that. I enjoyed his presence so much and I refused to let him go. Unfortunately, he had to. The party was over soon. Too soon for my liking.

“Say hello to your mum from me.” Lana asked him, as they hugged each other goodbye. I found out that my boss and his mother were friends so that’s why they knew each other.

“I will. Again, thanks for inviting me.” His eyes fell on me and he smiled. “Otherwise I wouldn’t know what I would miss.” I blush crept its way on my cheeks.

Harry came to me, holding my hands. “I’m glad I met you (Y/N). I really am. I’m grateful that your friends were bothering the shit out of me, telling me how wonderful you were. “

For the third time on this day, my eyes were filled with tears. He was such an angel. How can I even let him go?

“I don’t want to end it like this.” He admitted, making my heart beating faster.”I would like to get to know you better and I’m staying in New York for a while. So would you give me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Was this really happening? Or was I dreaming? He wanted to go on a date with me?

Without any hesitation I nodded my head.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes!”

He laughed cutely and then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Happy birthday again, (Y/N).”

She Tastes...Different

This is to follow episode 2x1. Nicole is troubled by the events of that night.I’m really high, so I’m fucking sorry for this. I really wanted to write smut after that episode. I’m not even going to proofread this



Nicole was tired, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually, as she tossed the covers back in frustration. She just wanted to curl up in bed and fall asleep, which was why the knock on her door sent a small wave of irritation through her.

Waverly had such a specific knock, chipper just like the Earp herself, which is why Nicole didn’t bother checking the peephole. She didn’t bother bother putting on a robe or hiding her exhaustion as she opened the door.

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The Black Envelope: Puppy Love

PART TWO of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | … | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | Baekhyun | Jongdae | Yixing

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Kim Jongin (Kai of EXO) x Reader

Genre: Fluffidy Fluff!!!; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: Jongin’s envelope is still lost in the mail. Yet, you looked at him as if he was the cutest puppy in existence and that was all he needed.

Word Count: 3,4K


Jongin didn’t actually like going to cafes. He disliked the smell of coffee and the temptation of buying some baked goods when he had promised himself to eat healthily. In all seriousness, the only reason he ever visited the cafe was to get his friends off his back. There were only so many Baekhyun’s questions and Sehun’s teasing comments that he could take.

Thus he made sure to visit Joonmyeon’s cafe at least once a week. He didn’t really dare to go there more often because the owner’s nearly motherly gaze always persuaded him to spend more money on the pastries than Jongin would allow himself. The young man had perfected the means of customer manipulation and Baekhyun was his biggest victim.

“Care to explain to me once again why you ordered a kilo of pigs in blankets?” Jongin asked his friend. The older boy shrugged, “It was an accident.”

“How does one accidentally order a kilo of pigs in blankets?” Jongin still couldn’t understand. He knew that his best friend was a one of a kind character, but ordering a kilo of pastries by accident was a whole new level even for him.

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Torture [D.M.]

Character: Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 2033
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: At Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix is having the time of her life torturing poor muggle-born Hermione, however Draco’s girlfriend Y/n isn’t as happy about it…
Note: Much of this imagine is based on, and very similar to, JKR’s work. I take no credit at all for any of her writing, or the storyline of this imagine.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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“You know all I want is to keep you safe, right?” Draco whispered in your ear as he sat beside you in the armchair, across the room from his father. You nodded, “I know.” “There are things… things I can’t control. And if they hurt you… if they..” he breathed out shakily, “if they even.. kill you… I couldn’t forgive myself.” You rested your hands across his, gently squeezing them reassuringly.

“Everything will be okay, Draco. Trust me on this one. We’ve already been through so much, and we’re going to get through everything else,” you kissed his cheek as you rested your head on his chest.

“As soon as this is over, I’m going to marry you. You know that?” He spoke, eyes fixed on the diamond that shone on your ring finger. As a smile stretched across your face, you said, “I can’t wait.”

You reached up, aiming to kiss him when the doors flew open, making you jump back. Draco’s hands intertwined with yours as Lucius’ voice cuts through the air with his usual drawl, “What is the meaning of this?”

Your eyes scan from Narcissa - who seemed to be leading the group - to Fenrir Greyback (whom you didn’t take a liking to) to the Snatchers behind him, to three oddly familiar figures held as captives.

“They’ve got Potter,” Narcissa said, in a tone much different to the calm and loving one you were used to hearing.

Your eyes widen a little, as you take in the appearances of Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and a boy with a distorted face, that you assumed was Harry Potter.

“Draco, come here.”

You felt Draco raise from the chair, his fingers slowly, reluctantly pulling away from yours. Greyback shoved Harry into the light, as Draco made his way over.

Draco didn’t want to be here, to be doing this. You could tell. If his facial expression didn’t scream ‘help’ then you didn’t know what did.

“Well, Draco? Is it Harry Potter?” Lucius said, his voice not even attempting to hide the excitement he felt.

Draco’s whole demeanour was a sure sign that he was scared. You knew, though he hated Potter, he wouldn’t want to be the one to blame for his demise.

“I’m not sure,” Draco said, his gaze resting on you instead of Harry.

“Look at him carefully! Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-”

“We won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr Malfoy?” Greyback interrupted Lucius, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

“Of course not,” Lucius said, stepping away from Fenrir, yet his excitement still lacing his words.

You zoned out, playing with your fingers as Draco inched slowly back over to you, clearly wanting, needing to be closer to you.

“Draco, look properly! What do you think?” Lucius said, making Draco clench his jaw as he stepped back towards Harry.

“I don’t know,” he said. He was lying - you knew it. He could spot Harry a mile off, even with a distorted face.

Draco made no eye contact with anyone, but took his place back beside you, instantly wrapping an arm around you, almost as an act to protect you.

“We had better be certain, Lucius, that it is Potter, before we bring the Dark Lord here,” Narcissa said.

Dark Lord? Here? You shuddered. You’d never seen Voldemort in real life, only heard of him, of what he’d done.

“What about the Mudblood then?” Greyback said with a smirk, replacing Harry with Hermione.

You could see the fear on her face. Even though you were in no danger yourself, you couldn’t help but harbour some worry, some anxiety, over the safety of the girl.

“Isn’t that the Granger girl?” Narcissa spoke, looking at Draco.

“Maybe… yeah,” Draco said from beside you. You could feel him shaking. He was scared. You rested a hand on his arm, carefully rubbing up and down, and leaning your head on his chest.

“That’s a Weasley!” Lucius announced, pointing at the redhead boy next to Hermione, before looking at Draco for confirmation.

“Yeah. It could be,” Draco said.

The door flung open again, making you look over, and in sauntered Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco’s Aunt. With her crazy black hair and evil glint in her eyes, you’d never wanted to be, or had been, in the same room as her, and barely two words had been spoken between you both.

“What’s happened, Cissy?” Bellatrix slowly walked around the prisoners in a circle calmly, as if it were a common occurrence to have three young adults held captive in your living room.

“They’ve caught Potter and his friends,” Narcissa replied, watching as her sister circled the room.

“Potter?” Bella paused, turning around with a wicked grin on her face as she pushed up her sleeve.

There was a rush, and an argument about who would summon Voldemort, and you felt Draco’s warm breath fan against the skin below your ear.

“Whatever happens tonight, know I love you,” was all he said, putting you slightly on edge as you gulped.

“What is that?” Bellatrix suddenly shouted, pointing at a weapon resting in one of the Snatcher’s hands. “Sword,” the Snatcher replied.

“Give it to me,” Bella demanded, holding out her hand. He resisted, causing Bellatrix to take out her wand and immediately Stun him.

She reached out and caught the sword as the Snatcher fell to the ground, Stunning anyone else who dared stop her.

Draco’s arms tensed, holding onto you tightly as though you’d soon disappear from him. You looked into his blue eyes, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

“Where did you get this sword?” Bella shrieked, holding it at arms length, as though she thought it may explode on her.

“It was in their tent!” The Snatcher yelled, ducking his head and flinching away from her.

“Draco, move this scum outside. If you haven’t got the guts to finish them, then leave then in the courtyard for me,” Bella turned to Draco, her gaze lingering on both him and you.

“Don’t you dare speak to Draco like-” Narcissa began, before being cut off.

“Be quiet, Cissy!” Bella shouted, “The situation is much more dangerous than you know.”

She examined the sword, as no one dare spoke. “The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself,” she stated after a moment, “The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!”

She clicked her fingers, pointing at Fenrir, then the captives.

Under her command to take Hermione, Ron and Harry down to be locked up, Greyback began to shove them out of the room.

“Wait. All except… except for the Mudblood.”

“No! You can have me, keep me!” Ron yelled desperately. You felt your heart clench. It was obvious, his love for the muggleborn girl.

“If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” Bellatrix said with no emotion.

Your jaw dropped slightly, a small gasp leaving your mouth. Draco moved his hand to hug your shoulder, trying to comfort you. He knew as well as you did; you were both useless, powerless in this situation.

A crazy, unnerving smirk crept into Bella’s face, as she turned around, holding onto the sword as she kicked Hermione in the stomach. You found yourself flinching, wanting to stop this, but knowing you couldn’t.

“WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS SWORD?” Bella suddenly exploded, whipping her wand and aiming it at Hermione’s shaking figure. “W-We found it,” she whispers, her voice almost unheard, even in the silent room.

“Crucio,” Bellatrix said simply.

Your hand gripped onto Draco’s shirt as you watched in horror the way Hermione’s body curled up and twitched every so often, a look of pain etched onto her facial features. Draco’s arm slowly snaked around your waist, frowning at how this was affecting you.

Bellatrix cackled, the sound ringing in your ears, and mixing with the screams that left Hermione’s mouth.

“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword?”

“We found it- we found it- PLEASE!” Hermione begged, pleaded and screamed.

Bellatrix gritted her teeth, re-enforcing her spell, “You are a lying, filthy Mudblood! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth!”

Hermione screamed in pain again, and you let out a whimper, close to tears yourself as you buried your head further into Draco.

Draco cradled your head into his chest, swallowing harshly as he heard you whisper the same few words over and over.

“Stop. Stop her. Please.”

“What else did you take? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall kill you!” Bellatrix threatened angrily, “CRUCIO.”

Hermione whimpered, and sobbed, her tears rushing down her cheeks as she laid across the floor in a ball.

“What else did you take? ANSWER ME! How did you get into my vault? Did that dirty goblin in the cellar help you?”

“We only met him tonight! We’ve never been inside your vault… it isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!” Hermione pleaded, her tears dripping onto the floor.

“A copy? I’m sure,” Bellatrix mocked in disbelief.

“We can find out easily! Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us!” Lucius said, staring straight at his son.

Draco froze for a moment, glancing at his mother. Narcissa, seeing your reaction to the torturing, gestured discreetly to her son, telling him to remove you from the room. He stood, and pulling you with him.

He quickly made it to the stairs, helping you up them, and towards his room. He sat you down on his bed, wrapping his arms further around your quivering body.

“Y/n? Y/n, darling. Please tell me… please tell me you’re okay. I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry I didn’t make you leave earlier. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Draco said, kissing your head as he felt you beginning to relax your grip on his shirt.

“It’s okay,” you whispered almost inaudibly, “I’m okay.” Draco kept trying to pull you closer to his body as the screams from the room below travelled upwards, making you flinch.

Your breathing became heavier as you clung onto Draco, Hermione’s screams being all you could focus on. She was just a girl, really. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserved this.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Draco urgently held you away from him as your breathing increased rapidly, making you feel lightheaded, “Make… it… stop…”

Draco grabbed your hands, resting them on his knees as he looked into your eyes. “Y/n, baby, I need you to try to take deeper breaths, come on, for me, please!” He was panicking, it was clear, but you couldn’t do anything. His voice seemed small, distant, compared to the loud whimpers of pain coming from the girl you once shared classrooms with.

“Y/n! Come on, now! Please! Stay with me, come on! Darling, please, try to take deep breaths, ignore it, ignore what’s going on, it’s the only way, please!”

You couldn’t. You couldn’t stop. Draco was scared for you. He hated seeing you like this, and wanted nothing more than to stop it.

You closed your eyes, feeling as though you were going to pass out, when you felt a pair of lips press against yours, forcing you to hold your breath.

He rested one hand on your waist, the other holding onto your head, making sure there was no space between you, and that you couldn’t pull away, not just yet.

You kissed back, savouring the familiar feeling of your boyfriend’s kiss, the screams becoming quieter and quieter in your mind, as you focused on Draco, and the way he deepened the kiss, making it instantly more intimate, more passionate. It was urgent and needy, as if he needed this as much as you did.

As he pulled away, he kissed you once more before looking back into your eyes. He was panting, as were you, however your breathing had slowed considerably.

Draco held you in his arms for a moment, before you pulled away slightly, making his grip lessen around you. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

Temptation

Written for @sunflowerseedsandscience and quickly reposted because formatting sucks and I’m also possibly brunch drunk.  This is un-edited un-betaed, and will show up better later here and on AO3.  Til then.  Cheers.  

Temptation

It’s essentially his last-ditch effort.  The phone call was out of the blue and also not quite unexpected.  

“Spook.”

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Over the Threshold

Summary: Dan and Phil have devoted this year to focusing on life things. Phil is pushing Dan toward the next big step.

Excerpt:

“Jesus, Phil!”

Phil had reached around Dan to jam the key into the lock, whilst clamping his other hand over Dan’s crotch. The door opened onto dim hallway faintly illuminated by street lights.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: a swear or two and tiniest hints of smut

Word count: 1321

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