never seen a guy look so good in a plain white shirt

angel on fire

Summary: Your job was supposed to be simple: watch over Steve Rogers. Never did it occur to you that someone else would attempting to corrupt him. || demon!bucky x angel!reader || oneshot (?)

Warnings: smut and all that entails it ends kinda abruptly though, shitty ending, cursing, mentions of blood/violence, dub consent(??????), overuse of the name angel 

Notes: @sanjariti helped me with the title lol, its from a halsey song, im sorry this is terrible

Originally posted by injectablefame712

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Press Tour Distraction

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 993

Warnings: Swearing and Smutty goodness

Ratings: Mature

Summary: You decided to go on a press tour with your boyfriend Chris Evans.  Doing all the interviews, press, and photoshoots was really getting to him. You decide to give him a nice distraction during a break from an interview.

London was just as beautiful as you had ever dreamed it would be.  Being on the press tour for Captain America Civil War was pretty damn exciting too.  You were here with Chris Evans, your boyfriend of two years as he begged you to come on the press tour this time.  He didn’t have to do too much begging to coerce you into coming.  It was an easy way to travel the world you figured.  Also, because he hired you as his PA for the press tour, Marvel paid for it all.  Not too shabby!

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Grow up Dean (Dean x reader smut)

Grow up Dean Dean x reader (NSFW Smut)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters

A/N: This is my submission for Steph’s 300 follower challenger. My prompt was “Grow up. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” As always feedback is welcome. @srj1990

Summary: Reader is in the motel room after a shower and Dean walks in while she’s naked.

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (wrap it up), mention of masturbation?


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Charlie Bravo Sierra | 1 | YUTA

Genre: gang!au | fluffangst

Member: Yuta / Reader + ensemble NCT 127

Word Count: 9,700

Warnings: extreme language, graphic depictions of violence, brief mentions of mental illness, secondary character death

Part: one | two | finale

Important Note: this series is in collaboration with @melonnpie, based on her amazing cherry bomb squad universe. the art accompanying each part of this mini series is done by her, and I can’t thank her enough for letting me bring this au to life! check out her CBS art here, here and here if you haven’t already!

Events were not always dictated by choice. Sometimes they transpired out of necessity, or a lack of alternatives. Sometimes it was convenience, sometimes it would just have to do. That was the sort of situation you found yourself in.

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anonymous asked:

could you do where betty's mom gets physical with her and shes got like marks or bruises and jughead gets concerned or where jughead sees it happen?(or both lol) thanks!!

Sure! It’s an angsty one guys!
It was the last week of school, summer was right around the corner and it was hotter than it had ever been.
The entire football team was walking to class shirtless and girls skirts seemed to get shorter and shorter, even Jughead had settled with a plain black tank top, skipping his usual flannel.
When he had walked into school without his usual beanie, Kevin had nearly fainted

“It’s too hot.” Jughead had said simply shrugging off his friends

Veronica and Cheryl wore shorts that could have been classified as underwear and strappy tank tops.

But Betty? Something wasn’t completely right with Betty’s wardrobe choice. Of course everyone know Betty was modest, so it was no surprise when she walked in with a pretty, blue floral print skirt that hung a little past mid thigh, the weird thing was the top of outfit. She had on a short sleeved white t shirt covered with a light blue cardigan, her chest and arms completely covered. She also had on a bit more makeup than she usually wore. She looked beautiful that was indisputable, but she looked hot. And not in the good way.

“B? Aren’t you dying ?! Your gonna get sunstroke in that top?” Veronica reached over and tugged on her cardigan.

She just laughed nervously “you know me Ronnie, I run cold.” She shook off her concerned friends hand and turned to Cheryl, changing the topic.

Jughead watched her all through lunch, she wasn’t cold. The way she occasionally would pull the sleeves of her sweater up before quickly pulling the down, or when she would lift the neck line of her top away from her body giving herself some air. And then of course there was that damn bead of sweat that was a constant on her neck. While it was probably the sexiest thing Jughead had ever seen, he knew it was a sure sign she was heating up under those layers.

He was relieved when the warning bell rang, he could finally get her alone and get to the bottom of all this nonsense.

“Hey bets? I need your help with an essay I’m working on, we both have free period, do you wanna head to the blue and gold?”

Betty just smiled softly, giggling “juggie we always go to the blue and gold during free period, you don’t have to ask.”
He smiled at her raising his shoulders and walking side by side.

As soon as they entered the office, Betty took her place at her desk. The air conditioner in the school had broken down and it was worse in here than it had been outside. Jughead figured he would give it a few minutes before he jumped right into it but when he saw the way Betty swiped her forehead of sweat he couldn’t hold back.

“Ya know, it’s just us in here Betty, you don’t have to wear your cardigan, you’re gonna catch heat stroke in that thing.”

Her head snapped up nervously, and she laughed shakily
“Oh no I’m fine! I’m not hot.”

He got up from his desk and stood directly across from her, placing the back of his hand to her sweaty forehead.
“Oh really? Cuz feels like you’re burning up to me.” He raised a brow and stared her in her bright green eyes.

She dropped his gaze and looked back to the papers in front of her “just drop it juggie.” She whispered.

Enough was enough, snatching the papers from in front of her, he moved them out of her reach.
Her eyes finally caught his again. This time irritation seeping through

“Hey! Give those back, I need to work on them.”

He shook his head “and I need to know why you’re wearing a cardigan in ninety degree weather.” He shot back
“It’s not a big deal!”
“Clearly it is, since you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying!”
“Well you’re not telling the truth, I’d consider that lying!”

Finally pulling away in anger she slipped the blue cardigan off, revealing bruised arms, harsh finger shaped circles marring her soft tan skin.
“There! Are you happy?! I didn’t want everyone seeing! Everyone asking questions! I know how uncomfortable this would make people so I wore the stupid cardigan. Can I put it back on now?”
She panted out, her eyes shining with unshed tears and her hands shaking reaching to grab the sweater.

He stopped her quickly, gently grabbing her wrist and running his fingers lightly over the bruises. “Who?” He whispered so quietly Betty hardly heard him.
“It doesn’t matter.” She whispered, looking away and trying to tug her arm free.
His eyes shot up and grabbed her face, finally noticing the light purple outline under the makeup she had on.
“You know that’s not true. You know it matters to me, you have to tell me Betty. Please tell me.” He was pleading with her. His eyes were angry. She had never seen Jughead jones angry and it was definitely more than a little intense.
“It’s just. It’s my mom.” Jugheads back straightened , he didn’t care that it was a woman, didn’t care that it was her mother. He was gonna kill her. He was gonna kill her and kill Betty’s father for letting this happen.
“She’s just stressed!” Betty started “with it being sophomore year and all I have to start looking at colleges and I mentioned that I didn’t want to go to Harvard or Yale, I like riverdale community, I could be a teacher right here in riverdale. She didn’t like that. She got angry, she gets angry a lot now.” She whispered
Jughead stared at her “this isn’t going to happen again Betty. I’m not going to let her touch you again. Where’s your dad?” He said softly stroking her cheek.

She closed her eyes leaning into his touch.
“He’s away on a journalism conference, he comes home tommorow.”

Jughead nodded “you’ll stay with me tonight, dads not home, don’t know where he is. You’ll stay with me and then tomorrow we’ll go talk to your parents. I can’t promise I’m going to be nice. In fact I promise I won’t be. She hurt you Betty. I can’t just let that slide. I hate this, I hate seeing these on your skin.” He ran the back of his hand over the bruise on her cheek. “It’s not gonna happen again.” He repeated with finality. Assuring himself and her at the same time.

“Okay.” Betty whispered. Feeling safe for the first time in ages.

“I wanna hold you right now and not let go for the rest of the day.” He said softly, clutching her hand “but it’s too hot and we might pass out.” He added making her giggle. Leave it to Jughead to lighten the tense atmosphere.
He smiled at the sound of her familiar giggle
“You’re safe with me Betty, I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

She smiled back at him, her first real one in ages

“I know.”

Sacred Ink - Roman Reigns x OFC

Author’s Note: Hi beautiful people! This is my entry for @thewriterformerlytaggedas & @fan-fiction-galore ‘s 31 Little Wrestling Fic’s October Challenge. It’s my take on some of the Native American stories that I grew up with, with some changes to fit my concept. I’m focusing mostly on Navajo myths, but there’s a mixture of tribes all over. I hope you like it!!

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Tastes Like Melon (Part II)

I know I’m late but I haven’t had internet connection all day. But here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did while writing. 

(PART 1)

  You’ve been avoiding Harry for the whole five days. It is harder than you thought it would be because you literally share almost all of your classes with Harry. You go extra late to the classes in purpose because you want to chose a seat as far from him as possible. You feel his eyes on you sometimes, they are impossible to not notice, those greens. Sometimes you can’t help but look back and he’s immediately  turning his gaze away. Then there was this party at Niall’s the other night, you were really nervous because you knew Harry was going to be there as well. You wore your yellow dress, Harry once said that you looked really pretty in yellow, but that was definitely not the case. You kept avoiding everything about Harry throughout the night but as he got more intoxicated with each shot, he quit turning his gaze away when you looked back. That night was the first time you and Harry talked since the… kiss.“So what’s happening with you and Harry?” Niall asked when you two were the only ones in the kitchen, doing the dishes the party people left behind.

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nohurrytoshout  asked:

The suits headcannons are 😩😩🙌🙌WOBDERFUL!! LLIKE SERIOUSLY, THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED THEM WITH SUITS IS JUST 🙏praissee. Please do continue them!!! Possibly terushima, futakuchi, noya, and tanaka?? THANK YOU SOM MUCH

Sure! And I see you have a type. ;3 Bonus Ushijima and Tendou for you.

[The original suits headcanon here]


  • Three-piece, a brown so impossibly dark that under the wrong lighting it’s almost certainly black. Notch lapel and two buttoned, his jacket’s loose and open on top of a pristine white shirt. The kickers are his tie and accessories- a rich, metallic dark gold with matching watch chain and pocket square, highlighting his bronzed skin and blonde undercut. A pair of simple cap toe derbies finish the look.
    • You see, he knows, that you’d expect him to wear something flashy to match his personality and his wicked tongue piercing, but he also knows that he looks like an oasis in a desert in black and gold.
      • He does indulge his flashy side with his surprisingly smart-casual array of clothes- another formal favourite of his is a black and white checkered jacket on top of a simple black turtleneck with black pants and shoes.
    • He’s a naturally slim person, but his suits are structured to give him the confidence to match his smirk. Pants slim fitted to shape around his sleek calves, it makes him look miles tall.
      • His hair, when he actually tries, is slicked back firmer than usual, and there are absolutely no wisps of hair blocking the sinful expression he shoots at you.
    • Playing with his cuffs when he’s bored just doesn’t kick it for him. He prefers to rest his weight on one leg and slide the tips of his fingers into his pant pockets cockily.
      • He’s always the first one to get asked to dance, with his rough undercut and slick outfit, and boy are they all surprised because this man, despite looking like a million dollars, dances like he’s earning his keep dollar by dollar.
        • Give him a pole. Give him a fucking pole, and you’ll be going home a few items of clothing short tonight.

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“Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.”

HI! Another solangelo fic based on this tumblr post. Hope you guys like it! *Am I the only one who thinks the word stood is weird to look at?* *They are all mortals here* Ari xxx

Nico could have been doing better things than waiting for a date that was never going to show up. For example, he could have stuck Leo’s head up his ass for setting this blind date up. 

To the others in the resturant, he must have look absolutely pathetic. The people at the surrounding pables kept giving him looks of sympathy. The waitrist has already come by four times, and each time she wore the same pitiful expression when Nico told her to give Shane, his date, a bit more time.

“Traffic’s a bitch, ya know?”, he said lightly, trying not to look at the waitress’ eyes. The waitress just gave him a woeful smile and left without another word. 

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Do You?

by: mldgrl
Rated: PG-13
Happy Hanella Sunday everyone

Time seemed to be moving unbearably slow for Stella.  Alone in the guest house, ready and waiting, she paced in front of the bed, unconsciously smoothing down the front of her dress every so often.  She didn’t know what was taking so long.  She could tell by the shadows in the room and the way the light hit the windows at the back of the main house that the sun had begun to set and that meant that Fish should have been here by now to collect her.

Finally, there was a series of fast raps at the door and she hurried to open it.  Fish stood grinning in a white polo shirt and khaki pants, holding a small Tiffany gift bag up near his face with his other hand behind his back.

“For the bride,” Fish said, presenting the Tiffany bag to Stella.  “As per instructions from the groom, read the card first.”

Stella slipped a card out from inside the bag and opened it up.  The card itself was plain white with her name written in gold calligraphy across the front.  Hank’s clipped and crisp handwriting was on the inside.

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No Regrets (Part 6)

Here we go again. There is so much pressure for me to write well I don’t know how I’m still alive. I still enjoy it and I do hope you like it!

Word count: 2.5k (geez, more and more every time!)

Any feedback is much appreciated!

Want to catch up? Try Part 5 or here’s No Regrets Masterlist

@shamvictoria11 Is this what you thought would happen?

Originally posted by feueriosa

You needed another couple of days away from work. You’ve barely been back from your days off and you’ve already had enough of the drama. SHIELD used to be such a ‘boring’ place to work! That’s what you loved about it, there wasn’t much of the usual office relationship drama. That is until you allowed yourself to fall for Bucky. Everything went downhill from there.

You tried working from home but there was only so much you could do. There were classified data to be examined and SHIELD’s network had extra security software to make sure this information didn’t leak; you couldn’t risk handling that kind of intel outside a secure server. So as much as you wanted to stay in bed in your pyjamas watching Netflix you now had to get up and go to work. Yeah, it was not a prospect you were looking forward to but let’s be honest here – broken heart is not a real injury. You can’t pull a sickie because of that.

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Can I Even Complicate Your Breathing?

Summary: Pastel!Dan lives in an apartment complex and sits on his windowsill every night and sings. Punk!Phil listens to him every night. 
Word Count: 3906
A/N: Thank you to danisnotahobbit for the wonderful prompt and for betaing this for me! And also thank you to whalefairyfandom12 (as always) for cheering me on and correcting my grammar (: You both are awesome! Also, I’ve just reached 3k subscribers today so here’s a celebration fic xD
Song Title


There is a boy who lives across the street from Phil who has brown hair the colour of chocolate, the voice of an angel, and eyes that reflect a million stars. Phil doesn’t know when it first started, but he slowly began to drift to his slightly cracked window every night just to hear the boy sing.

He always sat upon his windowsill, picking at the lint on his pastel jumpers while his lips uttered beautiful melodies that put Vic Fuentes to shame. And Phil didn’t even know the boy’s name, or what he liked to do in his spare time, but he could slowly start to feel himself falling for the boy.

It was idiotic in a way. Phil had never met this brunette beauty before. He never heard his voice besides when he sang in the hours of the night, he never seen him in broad daylight, and he certainly didn’t know a single thing about him. And yet, Phil was in love with a voice and a boy who didn’t even know he existed.

These were the thoughts that haunted him at night, cracking his window open just a sliver before crawling to his bed to browse through Tumblr. He was somewhat embarrassed by how obsessed he had become, but the moment that Phil heard the first few cords of a Pierce the Veil song come from the apartment complex opposite his, Phil’s worries floated away and he leaned back to allow the pretty lyrics into his eardrums to embed in his memory.

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Changes pt 3 - Scott McCall x Reader

Originally posted by tweenw

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 3

Warning: Scott’s in the dog house!



Scott sat next to you as you began fidgeting. His hand clamped around yours as a sign of encouragement and comfort which thankfully worked. Ever was gather in the living area as they waited for Scott to start talking. He looked you in the eyes as if asking your permission and when you nod giving him the green light he turned to the pack.

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I love you.

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, fluffiness, and a bit of smutty goodness at the end;)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: This one-shot takes place during the 7th year, and reader and Draco have been dating since midway through 5th year.  Harry Potter is coming close to finding all the horcruxes, and although Voldemort may not believe so, Draco knows that he will find all of them.  And soon.  Draco realizes that war is not far off, and knows he needs to tell his loved ones that he loves them.  Basically, the first time Draco says “I love you” to reader, and he takes her virginity afterwards, in a fluffy, sweet way.

A/N: I DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters. I also DO NOT own the Harry Potter plot nor do I own this gif.  I only own the scenes I create between my reader and Draco <3 <3

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

The dark gray clouds in the sky gave off an unruly glow to the pale blue sky.  Draco sat on the hillside looking down at the filthy groundskeeper Hagrid’s hut.  Yes, he supposed Hagrid was a bit more than a disheveled groundskeeper, but he would never admit it.  The truth is, Draco somewhat admired those who had not joined the Dark Lord, and used what was left of their freedom to try and fight for it.  

Draco would never be as lucky or as brave.

Lowering his gaze, he watched his slender, pale fingers fiddle with the blade of grass.  He twirled the stem around and around between his thumb and forefinger.  He thought about how in time, this little piece of grass would be dead.  How in the time leading up to its death, it would endure the suffering of loneliness all because a sorrowed boy plucked it from life.  

Draco flung the blade away from him, shaking his depressing thoughts from his head.  Lately, everything he thought about was depressing.  Death.  Darkness.  The pronounced Dark Mark on his forearm.  Lately, everything was all in all depressing.  Except for you.  You brightened his entire spirit at the mere thought of you.  When he heard your name in the hallway, his heart would flutter and a small smile would spread his lips.  They were an odd couple, y/n and Draco.  Nobody really expected you guys to get together, let alone stay together.  But you worked.  You were his light.  He was your night sky.  And together, you two made up everything in between.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.  How may I be of service to you?”  You joked as you plopped down next to the white haired boy.  Your joking mood subsided when you saw the expression on Draco’s face.  He was solemn, except for the faint smile from your remark.  “Draco, what’s wrong?”  You laced your fingers through his.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something that I never thought I would tell anybody.”  He locked his eyes with yours, and you couldn’t stop the involuntary skip of your heartbeat.

“Did you really have a crush on Hermione Granger during the third year?” You fake gasped.  You thoroughly enjoyed the shocked expression on his face.  

“What the bloody hell? Did people actually think that?” You smiled and nodded.  “That filthy little mud–”

“Oh stop, Draco.  She’s alright,” you shrugged. You laughed at his bewildered expression.  “Okay now that we’ve established that, what did you want to talk about?”  You inquired.  He instantly took a deep breath.  

“Y/n, I love you.  I bloody love you, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Oh, Draco. I–”

“Let me finish, love.”  He squeezed your hand.  “I love you, and that terrifies me.  There is horror and war and death coming for us.  Right here at Hogwarts.  I know it, and you know it too.  People are going to die, y/n.  I’m terrified of loving you because that automatically places a timer on your death.  You will be the one anyone targets to get to me.  However, I am also horribly selfish, and I won’t let you go to protect you. But if you need to go, please don’t let me stop you.”  He blinked back the tears, and kept a steady gaze on your eyes.

Pushing through your spilling tears, you confessed your feelings.  “Draco, I bloody love you too,” you tried to laugh but choked on the lump in your throat.  “And I am definitely not leaving the one person I feel safest with.  For me, there’s nothing if you’re not there with me.  I know this war is going to be bloody, and I know limits will be tested, but what kind of love do we have if it’s one without risks?”  Draco reached a shaky hand up and wiped the wetness from your cheeks.  

“A risky love is the best kind of love,” he whispered and left a soft kiss on your cheek.  

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You and Draco were sat in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room.  He had a tight arm around your shoulders, and you were leaning into his slender but rigid body.  You had one hand interlocked with his on your shoulder and the other on his thigh.  The fire lit up his face in the most spectacular way.  You could see every pore, every mark, but especially his pale skin that you loved so dearly.  

You removed your hand from his grasp, and reached up to trace his jaw.  You trailed your fingers from his temple down to his chin.  You gently brushed your thumb over the outline of his lips causing him to smile and kiss your fingers.  Before you could think it over, you swung one leg over his lap so you straddled him.  Draco gasped, and his hands immediately went to your hips.  You raised both of your hands and cupped the smooth skin on his neck.  Placing a loving kiss on his lips, you traveled your hands down to his chest.  

“Draco, I want you to make love to me,” you whispered so softly you weren’t sure he heard.  But a sudden intake of his breath and a squeeze on your hips let you know that he did.  

“Are you sure?”  He stared into your eyes looking for any sign of doubt or uncertainty.  But you hadn’t been more sure of anything before.  You kissed him again more passionately before answering.


He gently pushed you off his lap, and he stood up offering you his hand.  You took it and followed him down the stairs to his dormitory.  Though neither of you said anything, the silence was quite calming to your nerves.  You’d never had sex before, but the idea of having it with Draco seemed like a good way to start.  Once you walked into the dormitory, you made your way to Draco’s bed.  His lips were on yours as soon as you sat on the firm mattress, and you savored the way his full, pink lips captured your own.  You fell back so that you were lying down, and Draco followed.

“Where-is-everybody?” You breathlessly managed between kisses.  The feeling of his tongue against yours was almost overwhelming.

“Who the hell knows?” He said quickly before diving for your neck.  He kissed the spot right beneath your ear and slowly made his journey down.  He found your sweet spot in no time as you guys had made out on numerous occasions.  He sucked hard on the skin making sure to mark his territory with a rosy love bite.  You groaned in response tangling your hands in his hair.  He traced his hands from the sides of your thighs to the hem of your shirt.  He looked into your eyes, silently asking for approval.  You gave a shaky nod trying not to think about how this would be the first time he saw your breasts, your stomach, and all of your insecurities that followed.  

He tugged at the hem, and he brought it over your head throwing it to the side.  You blushed as he looked over your now semi naked body, his eyes visibly darkening.  Even though you still had on your plain white, t-shirt bra, this was the most anyone had ever seen of you.  At least in an intimate way.  Draco trailed his fingers down your sides, his fingers sliding gracefully over the sides of your bra.  He stopped at your hips, and he grabbed them firmly.  He tucked his head into the crook of your neck and continued his sensual journey from earlier.  He kissed the lone freckle at the base of your neck, your collarbone, and finally the valley between your breasts.  

“So beautiful,” he murmured against your skin.  You traveled your hands down from his shoulders to his abdomen, undoing the buttons on his white dress shirt as you went.  You pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and he took his hands off you for a split second to toss it off onto the floor. Your hands were instantly on his bare chest feeling every bit of skin you possibly could.  Your fingers dipped along the crevices of his faintly chiseled abs.  He moaned in approval before reaching for the zipper of your jeans.  Again, he met your eyes checking to make sure you were still certain.  You gave a smile and helped him undo the buttoning and zipper.  He hooked his hands on the tops of your jeans, and he smoothly slid them off your legs.  In the same manner, you took Draco’s pants off and dropped them next to your jeans.  

“Hm, I wouldn’t have thought of you as a boxer-brief kind of guy,” you joked staring at the underwear he wore.  He smiled cheekily at you before reattaching his lips to yours.  He moved away from your lips to go down to your breasts.  He reached behind your back and fumbled with your bra clasp.  

“Seriously, how do you girls even get these bloody things on,” he asked in pure confusion and frustration.  You giggled, and swiftly undid the clasp letting your bra fall off.  A blush crept onto your face as Draco studied your chest, eyes darkening even more.  He attached his lips to your left breast, sucking and swirling his tongue mercilessly around your nipple.  You moaned uncontrollably from the action.  He switched to your right breast giving it the same attention while massaging your left.  

“Draco, please,” you whispered.  You could feel the throbbing sensation at your center as it craved for attention.  He responded quickly to your request and kneeled on the floor in front of the bed.  He hooked his arms around your knees and pulled you to the end of the mattress.  He kissed the skin right above the edge of your panties before placing soft kisses on the insides of both your thighs.  Gripping your panties, he quickly slid them off your legs, and you could feel his hot breath fanning between your legs.  He leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking lightly.  

“Fuck, Draco,” you moaned in pleasure.  You looked down to see him suck on his forefinger making it wet with his spit.  

“This may hurt a bit, love.  Tell me if you want it to stop,” he assured you.  You nodded weakly in response, too absorbed by the new sensations to understand anything.  He slowly slid his finger inside you, and you groaned at the new feeling.  It didn’t hurt necessarily, but it wasn’t as pleasurable as the feeling of his lips against your most sensitive flesh.  You gasped when he added another finger, continuously pumping in and out of you.  You nearly screamed his name when he made a ‘come hither’ motion against your wall.  He placed another kiss on your clit, sucking a bit harder this time.  You moaned louder, and fisted your fingers in his hair.  

“Draco, please.  I want you.  All of you,” you looked into his eyes.  With that, he pulled his fingers out and you whimpered at the lost feeling.  He quickly took off his boxer-briefs, and put on a condom before joining you on the bed again, face to face.  He rested his arms on either side of your side so his full weight wasn’t on you.  He reached one hand down to align himself at your entrance.  

“Y/n, promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he stared at you.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”  His desperate eyes held yours.

“Give me all of you, Draco,” you replied softly.  He kissed you softly but firmly as he slowly edged his member inside of you.  You whimpered into the kiss as the pain flared, but you didn’t tell him to stop.  Tears involuntarily spilled, and Draco met each one with his soft lips.  

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, y/n,” he expressed at your distress.  You hugged your arms around his back in order to reassure him to keep going.  Once he was fully inside, he stopped to let you adjust.  After a couple minutes of him just kissing you lightly and lovingly, you told him to start moving again.  The pain had gone and been replaced by just an uncomfortable feeling.  He began to move in and out of you at a slow pace wanting to feel every inch of you.  

You gasped when one of his thrusts hit a spot that felt amazing.  Draco began to thrust deeper and harder trying to find the spot again.  A squeeze from your hand on his bicep would let him know when he hit it.  He began a rhythm where he met that special spot on every thrust, and you bucked your hips to meet each thrust.  

“Draco, I-I think I’m cl-close,” you managed between breaths.

“Cum with me, baby,” he groaned in your ear.  You moaned his name and clenched around him as you rode out your high.  His thrusts became sloppy, and he whispered multiple profanities in your ear.  Once your heartbeats slowed down, he climbed off of you and walked to the trash can to dispose of the condom.  You maneuvered yourself under the sheets, and he slid into bed with you.  He pulled you to his chest, and you listened to the soft thud thud of his heart.  

“I love you, Draco.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“...Who Might You Be?”

Requested by an anon. 

Originally posted by groovyroom

Dok2, your annoying older brother. He often held that over your head. But you were quite taller. And you loved to hold that over his head. Most of your arguments went the same way. He’d bring up a reason to argue then it would end it. “I’m older!” “I’m taller!” 

Though he got on your nerves at times, he was your brother and you loved him. You were his biggest supporter. He was your biggest supporter. The two of you supporter each other always. Even when you hated him the most, you were still his biggest supporter. 

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Summer Jobs Series (svt) - retailworker!jeonghan

ok imma write about my favorite person in the entire world rn so I don’t even know if I can finish this without exploding with feels !!! i probably won’t check this after writing it so sorry for grammar and whatnot /// anyways, enjoy~

  • being a broke college student had its ups and downs
  • you’ve been to more job interviews than there are stars in the sky
  • and the jobs you’ve done have been absolute hell
  • serving rude families with crying babies at diners, being creepily hit on when you were a barista, being asked the most simple and obvious questions and having to answer them when you worked at a call center  
  • you’ve never had a job you truly liked ,,, you kinda just had to do them or else you would be worse off than you already were
  • until one day you noticed that a clothing store you pass by often had a help wanted sign
  • you couldn’t believe your luck
  • you were a fashion design major and have always dreamed about working in something even slightly related to your passion
  • you applied and were ecstatic when you got the job
  • like jumping around on the street happy after being told you got the job because !!! you don’t have to serve screaming children and low tippers anymore !!!
  • you came in the next day, literally skipping on your way there
  • you get to the clothing store, which is actually quite big for how it isn’t one of those corporate company owned stores
  • in fact it felt very cosy ,,, it felt like being in a really aesthetically pleasing thrift store
  • it offered a lot different styles of clothing, appealing to a lot of different customers /// the neutral color palette of the whole store also helped the whole feel ///
  • when you met the manager, she kindly welcomed you and helped you get acquainted with the store 
  • she then was like !!!! i forgot !!! i need to go check on the clothes being shipped in !!!! then she tells you to stay put while she finds another employee that can help train you
  • when she comes back she comes back with ,,, the most beautiful ,,, perfect looking guy you have ever seen ,,, he had the fluffiest and softest looking blonde hair you have ever seen, the prettiest facial structure that was enhanced by his thin rimmed glasses
  • he wore a simple white tee with black ripped jeans ,,,, and even if the look was incredibly normal ,,, you were just starstruck by his beauty
  • you had to internally scream at yourself to shut your gaping mouth and stop drooling over him 
  • he was smiling like crazy and was like !!!! hi!!! im jeonghan!!! you’re new yeah??!! 
  • you’re still in disbelief at your incredible luck as you stupidly just nod and introduce yourself ,, still in a daze he just laughs, keeping the situation light 
  • you both said goodbye to your manager as she runs around frantically  cause wHerE ArE mY KeYs???? 
  • jeonghan’s then like shall we start??? then he GRABS YOUR WRIST AND BRINGS YOU AROUND
  • and your hearts like !!!! while your brains like ???? why are you overreacting ??? right it’s because he’s someone you haven’t met before!!! yeah absolutely that’s exactly why your heart is pounding so loud people across the street would think a marching band is coming through the city
  •  and he’s just too nice ,,, he happily shows you where the inventory is and how they organize, how the cash register operates, what to do in some situations 
  • and you just kinda start to relax ,,, and actually start being like yourself cause you realize ,,, for someone as pretty as him he’s just like any other person
  • and then you start joking around with him
  • and that’s kinda how you guys became friends
  • your manager was swamped with work the rest of the week so jeonghan basically trained you
  • and since you pretty much got the gist of it from the first day its been pretty smooth sailing
  • you guys weren’t the only ones working at the store but you just always kinda ,,, gravitated towards each other and just always helped each other
  • it wasn’t like you guys weren’t friends with the other employees it just that it just felt really comfortable when you guys were working together
  • jeonghan will never admit it but having you around was like a blessing cause you never realized that you basically did like all the work while he did one thing in the past hour evil,evil angel
  • and even when things were hectic and all in the store you guys just always had each other’s backs
  • there was this one time where jeonghan was dealing with this guy who kept yelling about something no one understood and he just looked at you and mouthed help
  • you smirked at him and pretended you couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell you even though he knew you could
  • jeonghan’s pleading look got to you so you just sighed and decided to help as if you weren’t gonna sooner or later
  • you came over and sweetly asked what the problem was
  • and you just smoothed over the problem like it was no biggie and  jeonghan’s like you, you are my god
  • on days that were pretty slow cause the lack of customers, you guys would sneak some snacks in and eat them in the back room
  • you guys would play games and you were dying cause ??? he always won ?? how ?? he would just smile as sickly sweet as he could while saying that no one could beat the angel before laughing
  • he told you mindlessly before that he kinda nicknamed himself angel and you gave out the biggest laugh since he was far away from being angelic except from his looks wait i didn’t say that what
  • you guys would just play games when you were bored in the store ,,, like who could come up with the ugliest outfits and stuff
  • you always had a good time with each other whether there was nothing to do or when you both are literally dying because of all the work to be done 
  • you had just become so comfortable with each other ,,, talking about anything and everything and always enjoying each other’s company
  • one day on a particularly boring shift jeonghan was like y/n~ i’m so bored~~~
  • you laugh while you fold clothes and ask what he had in mind 
  • he then was like !!! we should try to make an outfit for each other !!! and whoever has the better one wins !!!
  • you’re like alright game on, but the loser has buy the winner ice cream after this shift
  • and he smirks and hes like you got yourself a deal
  • so you guys have 20 minutes to make an outfit for each other
  • you casually walk around the store ,,, pretending to be fixing stuff up at the mens area and secretly take the clothes you wanted
  • you took this white plain tee and paired it with a denim jacket that had a fur lined collar, then took some black ripped skinny jeans 
  • it was yet again another simple look but jeonghan didn’t usually wear something flashy
  • you thought it would suit him ,,, it was chic yet simple and very boyfriend
  • you met up with him at the third floor ,,, somewhere where your boss or coworkers wouldn’t find you guys goofing off even though they knew you guys would 
  • you both put the clothes in bags so the other wouldn’t see until you got into the dressing room 
  • once you both got in your separate stalls you both gasped softly
  • you opened the bag and saw this ///outfit///
  • it was a white shirt dress paired with a denim flannel 
  • he even got you accessories ,,,  a simple gold chained necklace with your name’s initial ,,, as well as a gorgeous charm bracelet with a charm of your favorite animal
  • and that really touched your heart ,, like he remembered you saying you loved that animal from a while ago
  • after you guys changed you came out of the stalls and looked at each other ,,, then looked at both of you in a mirror
  • “wow we are totally matching” jeonghan says, still gazing at the mirror
  • you guys started laughing as your outfits are eerily similar 
  • you kinda ,,, liked it ,,, liked that you were matching
  • “I gotta say that I won on this one though” he mentions with a confident smile 
  • “what! the outfit fits you wayyy more are you kidding me?”
  • “what?? the outfit fits you beautifully ,,, and i even got you accessories!!!!”
  • you had to cave in and were like ugh fine you win i’ll get you some ice cream
  • you guys were about to change when jeonghan grabbed your wrist to stop you from changing back
  • “umm ,,, you don’t have to change,,”
  • and you’re like ??? jeonghan that’s stealing??? i need to change back lol
  • and jeonghan’s suddenly shy, which is rare, and starts looking down at the floor
  • “i kinda bought the outfit for you already ,,,, cause i knew you would look amazing in it ,,,”
  • and you are ///FLUSTERED/// and you’re intensly blushing as you’re like what??? no no no you didn’t need to ??? i can’t take this
  • and he holds onto your wrist a bit more firmly and looks into you eyes as he’s like please just take it ,,, you look beautiful in it ,,, if you really wanna pay me back for it ,,, you could go on a date wih ,e?
  • and here comes the butterflies in your stomach is it bad that my hearts beating hard for this??
  • and you’re like you wanna go on a date with me?
  • and hes like yeah,,, ever since you’re and i saw you checking me out LOL
  • at this point you’re a blushing mess but he makes you look at him and takes both of your hands
  • and he’s like i seriously like you and asked if that’s a yes and you’re like !!! yes, of course !!!
  • his smile looked so heavenly you thought you saw a halo above your head as he was like imma go change now, don’t you dare change out of that amazing outfit brought to you by yours truly
  • you laugh as you think that’s probably one of the last things you would think of doing right now
  • after he’s done you both giddly try to get out of work early by telling your manager you both have the flu and you both try to act sick 
  • but your manager just becomes giddy and is like YOU GUYS ARE GOING ON A DATE AREN’T YA
  • and you’re like what?!?! no!!! we’re both dying from sickness that’s all!!!
  • your manager wasn’t even listening to you as she was running around telling the other employees that the ship has sailed !!!! jeonghan finally did it !!!
  • you and jeonghan are like ,,, what have we done to her ,,,
  • your manager then pushes you both out of the store and tell you to take the whole damn weekend off 
  • while you guys are walking off you can hear the whistles and cheers of your co-workers and the occasional ‘don’t forget to invite me to your wedding’
  • and the date was perfect 
  • you guys just walked around the city, taking pictures of each other, buying all the street food you could then sitting at a nearby park
  • and the date felt so natural ,,, just like you were hanging out
  • except ,,, the hand holding, hugging and ,,, kissing hdkssk
  • you guys wouldn’t usually show pda but you both were just so happy and giddy you couldn’t get enough of each other
  • and before you said good bye you bought jeonghan his ice cream ,,, and maybe had the best goodbye kiss you’ve ever had sjdkdj
  • all you could think about that night was even if you lost the game that day ,,, getting your job, meeting jeonghan and falling for him made you the true winner 
His Dirty Little Secret..

Prologue( for new readers)

Hailey Wilson is your typical 16 year old. She prefers books over party’s and where she lives most people don’t agree with that such as Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl at school who looks down on everyone and gets every guy she wants and when she wants.

Luke Hemmings is your typical bad boy, he has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He prefers girls or anything and he likes to make peoples life a living hell at school and one of those people happen to be Hailey…

but what happens when they both realise they are each other’s new neighbours??

  • Before you start reading i will let you know a few things..
  • The story has changed a little i have re-written some characters and taken people out.
  • I have changed Haileys attitude and re-written parts.
  • You may have noticed i changed the title as well, the story line is still going to be the same but just a little different.
  • Luke is still going to be the ass he was the first time around.
  • I don’t want to tell you guys too much because that will spoil it..
  • i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 1-

From the bad boy at school to my next door neighbour..

Hailey’s Pov 

My alarm kept ringing and ringing meaning it was time for school, i groaned as i rolled around and turned it off.

i layed back and stared up at the ceiling.

Weekends go by so fast, i stayed up way to late last night.

i just couldn’t put this new book i got down, it’s so good.

i got it on Saturday when i was out with Sophie and Lauren and i haven’t been able to put it down.

My mum came walking in to my room and said  "Time for school"

i rolled my eyes at her as she walked out, she doesn’t like when i stay in at the weekends reading.

She want’s me to be more like her when she was my age.

which was going out getting drunk and having unprotected sex with guys no one likes, something girls like to do in this generation.

Me on the other hand i don’t enjoy anything like that, not that i’ve ever gotten drunk or even been to a party but if you took one look at me i would get laughed at if i showed up at a party.  

My friend Lauren like’s to go to a party now and again but i never go, she asks but i just laugh at her when she does.

we have been friends for so long she should know by now i would not be seen dead at a party.

i was just glad Sophie wasn’t into party’s, she more like me thankfully.

i got up out of bed finally and i quickly jumped into the shower because i haven’t showered since Saturday and it’s now Monday morning.

i looked at my wardrobe wandering what to wear, the only thing i own is black skinny jeans and plain t-shirts or hoodies.

but even with my choose of clothing i still get called a nerd, i don’t see myself as a nerd yeah of course i do well in school and i have never missed a day but that’s just because i want to do well.

The worst name i do get called in school is Virgin. It’s such a stupid thing to call someone, i know i can’t be the only person in the whole school who is a virgin.

i’m just open about it,most people at my school aren’t. The popular ones call me and my friends Lauren and Sophie the three virgins even though Lauren has had sex.

they just think there better than us which is really stupid. It doesn’t bother me anymore what they call me, i’ve gotten use to it over the years.

I’ve gone with black skinny jeans and a white plain top with my leather jacket and converse, it’s comfy and at least maybe my mother might agree with my choice.

Once i was finished getting ready to walked down stairs to find my mum in the kitchen patiently waiting for me.

Oh god.

“What took you so long?” was all she said once i walked in..

I gave her a weird look and then i looked at the clock, it’s only 8 o'clock i wasn’t that long.

“I was only 45 minutes and i needed a shower” i said to her as i got my bowl and cereal out for breakfast

She rolled her eyes at me and then she turned and was about to walk out but not before saying

“Well hurry up and eat because i have a meeting early this morning so if you want me to drive you, stop with the back cheek and eat” she said and then she left.

I guess she didn’t get enough sleep, it’s always the same with her one minute she is a loving mother and then next minute it is as if she regrets ever giving birth to you and she tries to show it with every word she says or look she gives you. She is hard to read sometimes.

But she is the worst lair, if she thinks i believe her having these meetings in the morning she is really wrong. I know she is meeting up with another one of her guys for whatever it is.

I don’t know his name i just know there is a guy but that is the normal routine with her, i never find out his name because it doesn’t get that far that i meet him unless i catch her out her with tights around her ankles and the guy on top of her, it has happened quite a few times.

By half 8 we were ready to go and i got in the car yawning,even though i am really tired this morning it was worth it and i know when i go home i will want to read more.

i got a text while i just arrived at school from my friends letting me know that they were already inside and so was Luke.

Luke hemmings.

i wished just wished that one day he would take a day off, for being a bad boy he always manages to come to school of course he misses classes but he still makes an appearance every day.

i’ve never hated someone so much than i do him, he is the whole reason why people started calling me a virgin.

It happened a year ago, i stuck up for myself and told him off something no one dares to do at this school but i felt confident and i was sick of him thinking he owned the school and ever since then he hasn’t stopped trying to make my life hell.

He’s the typical bad boy in our school, he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing and loads of tattoos, his hair is always dyed a different colour each week. He will be bald by the times he’s 20 i bet.

people say when his dad left things changed for him but no one really knows what happened to him 2 years ago.

Mondays aren’t bad for classes i only have 5 and they last 2 hours roughly each, it helps that i’m a good pupil as well so my day goes by quick so i can get back to my book.

i knew my friends were in the cloakroom already but i needed the toilet so i headed their first once i got my books out of my locker.

I walked out of the bathroom but of course my luck i managed to hit someone with the door on my way out.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” i said as i turned to apologise to whoever i hit and then i realised who it was.

“Watch where you’re going nerd” she said

That was Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl in the school.

She is the one who most people are scared off, she has long blonde hair and the makeup.

She wear the shortest clothes i have ever seen someone wear, if it isn’t a short skirt it’s short tops.

There is something else about her that everyone is scared of,it’s who she hangs around with..

Luke Hemmings.

They are always on and off, it’s hard to tell if they are together or not.

If you ask me they are perfect for one another both as bad as each other.

She looks down at everyone for no reason all because she is the captain of the cheerleader squad, she is second person on my list of people i hate.

i walked to the cloak room and saw my friends

“Good morning”

 Sophia said “ Morning” then she pointed to Lauren who seemed to not know i was there

“Morning….” i sang into her ear making her jump

“Fuck off Hailey, i have a hanging headache"Lauren said still not lifting her head up

Me and Sophie laughed at her, she must have been out last night well she shouldn’t have drank too much.

We went over who had what class etc.. Me and Sophie had Maths together and then i had Art alone then it was break time and then we all had English together but Lauren doesn’t sit with us. She sits with this boy who she has a crush on.. William graham.

she is the most confident one out of us three but when it comes to him she can hardly get a word out, it’s quite entertaining to watch.

then i have R.E alone and Science alone but i am passing these classes, i always have so i am never bored in class.

I have been so busy thinking about what classes i have today i forgot about what happened this morning.

"Your never going what happened before you guys arrived this morning at school” i said to both of them making them looking weirdly at me.

“What?” they both said

“I was coming out of the bathroom and i hit someone with the door on my way out and guess who it was?” i said

They both shrugged their shoulders and then i continued “ It was Ashleigh, i said sorry but once i realised who it was i wasn’t sorry anymore”

They both laughed and then Lauren said “ I would have paid good money to see the look on her face as you hit her, she needs more than just a door to the face if you ask me”

the bell rang meaning it was time for class..

We just got up as Luke and his with along with Ashleigh and her squad walked past us, they gave us dirty looks and Luke said “ look it’s the 3 virgins hurrying to class” they all laughed as they walked past.

Of course he couldn’t walk past us without saying anything, he makes me sick.

i hated how he just walked around this school like he was god’s gift, i can’t believe at one point i had a crush on him. That was before the tattoo’s and piercings of course.

By break time i was so ready to slap Luke and ready for food.

Art class is the only class i hate not because i can’t draw it’s because i have to deal with Luke and his friends alone.

Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

They are all as bad as each other, Michael doesn’t say much as Luke and Calum would. I have to sit beside Michael in my R.E class and he isn’t as mean or annoying like the other two.

I had been in Art class for almost an hour now and so far i have had 3 pieces of paper thrown at my head by the one and only Luke Hemmings.

Seriously have they not got something better to do? Like um their fucking work.

This is normal routine in Art class, they always throw something at me, a pencil or paper or a rubber. I remember Luke threw a pencil at my head and it hurt and i swore i thought i saw a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes when i turned around angrily at him but he soon covered it up with a smirk.

I picked up one of the pieces Luke threw at me and i opened it to find that he had written Loser in black pen i mean could he not have written something more i don’t know creative?

I knew he was staring at me because i could feel his eyes on me so i looked over at him with the piece of paper in my hand still, he was smirking at me and then he mouthed

“Loser” to me still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s bothered me. He is such a dickhead, I could think of more impressive things to call him.

I gave him a dirty look and then i picked up another  piece of paper he threw at me and walked to the bin and turned to look at him as i threw it in the bin and then i rolled my eyes as i walked back to my seat.

He didn’t look to happy but so what? Maybe it will teach him a lesson that throwing paper at me is getting nowhere and he is just wasting his time and mine.

just when i thought i might have gotten rid of him that bastard pushed me into the lockers, seriously?! What a prick.

One day i am going to push him to see how he likes it.

i walked into the canteen mad as hell, Lauren still look hungover but i didn’t care i slammed my bag down on the table as i sat down making her give me the evils.

i told them what happened, they weren’t surprised about it because it is just a normal routine with him.

the rest of the day went by quick thankfully, Luke never said another word to me or pushed me but he was too busy with his tongue down every girl’s throat so i think that’s why.

Sophie’s mum was giving me a lift home, i didn’t feel like walking home like i usually do so i just got a lift. Lauren had detention for being late last week so she had to stay behind.

When i got dropped off at my house there was a big truck that said “Moving out” at the side in big letters on it just next door.

Finally someone has rented the house next door, it has been empty for weeks and it has been creeping me out lately.

I dropped my bag at my door and i walked over to see who the new neighbours would be hoping they are going to be nice.

As i got closer i saw a woman about 5'4 with short blonde hair walk out of the house looking tired.

She seen me and she smiled so i smiled back and i walked closer over to her.

“Hello i’m Hailey, i live just next door” i said as i stopped in front of her

She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake which i did because it is polite and then she spoke

“Hello i’m Liz, me and my son have just moved today, it’s nice to meet you”

She seemed really nice, i hope her son is nice as well.

“My mum will be home soon if you like you can home next door for a cup of tea? I’m sure you could use a break from moving boxes around” i said nicely to her

“Aw thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you but i’m fine. My son will be here any time now, you should meet him, you are probably the same age” she said

I smiled at her and then all of a sudden a motorbike was heard coming close and then the guy pulled up in the driveway, we both turned to look and Liz smiled.

This must be her son.

“Here is he now” she said

She walked over to him as he was just getting of his bike, i swear i knew that leather jacket from somewhere but i couldn’t figure out where.

He’s very tall and i can tell he is probably attractive.. But i haven’t seen his face yet.

He was just taking off his helmet and Liz waved me over. I kept my head down to the ground because i was shy, i usually am around boys and if he is attractive i don’t want to say something stupid.

The guy turned around just as i approached Liz and then she spoke “ Son this is Hailey Wilson, she is our new neighbour, you guys are around the same age”

I finally lifted my head up to see who her son was and i think i almost died right there.

Her son is Luke Hemmings.

Luke Hemmings who about a couple of hours ago was throwing paper at me and pushed me against the lockers.

Great this is just perfect, i don’t know who looked more shocked.

Me or Luke.

He didn’t smirk at me, he just stared at me. I tore my eyes away from him to see his mum staring between us and then she spoke

“I’m guessing you two know each other already?”

Haha you could say that..

“We um go to the same school” i said quietly

Luke smirked making me wish i was anywhere but here right now

“Oh isn’t this great” Liz said clapping her hands and walking away leaving me and Luke alone.

I took one last look at him before turning, i didn’t want to spend anymore time with him than i needed to.

God not only is he going to make my life hell at school, he is going to make my life at home a living hell too.

So guys i’m back,i didn’t go away for long but i have deleted all of my work and starting fresh.

i wasn’t happy with my writing and i’m sorry if you guys loved my writing but i will be re-writing all my stories and making them better.

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S.Coups: Red strand

Word count: 3,289

Summary: Love or friendship? If you had to choose, which one would you take?

Genre: Angst, Drama, AU!Soulmate (Fluff?)

A/N:  This ended up being longer that I planned it to be but well c: Hope you guys like it! Sorry for being a bit inactive here ;_; I’ll try to write more!
Also! If you guys are interested in AU!Soulmates, I kind of connected/cited some of the stories by other admins and mine, so you should check their stories too if you want to read more of these!

| Jeonghan ver. | Seungkwan ver. | Mingyu ver. | Wonwoo ver. | Dino ver. | Hoshi ver. | Woozi ver. |

-Admin Haruna (& admin Syrup editing, thank u so much!)

Friendship, it was something you valued with all your heart. Your best friend, Soo In, was someone strong, charismatic and athletic. You met her when you two were just little kids and she used to be the one to always protect you from mean girls or strange boys who were rude to you, and you always were right behind her, happy to be always rescued by her. Your friendship was so pure and so strong that you thought she was your real lost sister that you got to meet because of destiny.

But time is cruel, and you both had to grow up and realize the world isn’t as gentle as your old fairytales told. You met other people, they became your friends and they found their soulmates before you. Your friend did so too; it was amazing how many ways people could find their soulmates: just by staring into their eyes, by dreaming of them, by drawing onto your skin and having your soulmate see the same drawing, or extreme cases where you needed to find them or you would die. Your friends all experienced different types of ways to find their soulmate, but something that everyone didn’t know was that you knew everything.

You had an amazing power called the “witch eye.” You could see the destiny of the other people, or more likely, the soulmates of other people. You could see that red strand hanging out of other people’s pinkies ever so gently, and this was something only your best friend and family knew: you could change their destiny whenever you wanted to.

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An Essay Written by William Blake, a Man Who has Been in Solitary Confinement for Nearly 28 Years.

“You deserve an eternity in hell.”

Onondaga County Supreme Court judge Kevin Mulroy told me this from his bench as I stood before him for sentencing on July 10, 1987. Apparently he had the idea that God was not the only one qualified to make such judgment calls.

Judge Mulroy wanted to “Pump six buck’s worth of electricity into [my] body,” he also said, though I suggest that it wouldn’t have taken six cent’s worth to get me good and dead. He must have wanted to reduce me and The Chair to a pile of ashes. My “friend” Governor Mario Cuomo wouldn’t allow him to do that, though, the judge went on, bemoaning New York State’s lack of a death statute due to the then-Governor’s repeated vetoes of death penalty bills that had been approved by the state legislature. Governor Cuomo’s publicly expressed dudgeon over being called a friend of mine by Judge Mulroy was understandable, given the crimes that I had just been convicted of committing. I didn’t care much for him either, truth be told. He built too many new prisons in my opinion, and cut academic and vocational programs in the prisons already standing.

I know that Judge Mulroy was not nearly alone in wanting to see me executed for the crime I committed when I shot two Onondaga County sheriff’s deputies inside the Town of Dewitt courtroom during a failed escape attempt, killing one and critically wounding the other. There were many people in the Syracuse area who shared his sentiments, to be sure. I read the hateful letters to the editor printed in the local newspapers; I could even feel the anger of the people when I’d go to court, so palpable was it. Even by the standards of my own belief system, such as it was back then, I deserved to die for what I had done. I took the life of a man without just cause, committing an act so monumentally wrong that I could not have argued that it was unfair had I been required to pay with my own life.

What nobody knew or suspected back then, not even I, on that very day I would begin suffering a punishment that I am convinced beyond all doubt is far worse than any death sentence could possibly have been. On July 10, 2012, I finished my 25th consecutive year in solitary confinement, where at the time of this writing I remain. Though it is true that I’ve never died and so don’t know exactly what the experience would entail, for the life of me I cannot fathom how dying any death could be harder or more terrible than living through all that I have been forced to endure for the last quarter-century.

Prisoners call it The Box.

Prison authorities have euphemistically dubbed it the Special Housing Unit, or SHU (pronounced “shoe”) for short. In society it is known as solitary confinement. It is 23-hour a day lock-down in a cell smaller than some closets I’ve seen, with one hour allotted to “recreation” consisting of placement in a concrete enclosed yard by oneself or, in some prisons, a cage made of steel bars. There is nothing in a SHU yard but air: no TV, no balls to bounce, no games to play, no other inmates, nothing. There is very little allowed in a SHU cell, also. Three sets of plain white underwear, one pair of green pants, one green short-sleeved button-up shirt, one green sweatshirt, ten books or magazines total, twenty pictures of the people you love, writing supplies, a bar of soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, one deodorant stick but no shampoo, and that’s about it. No clothes of your own, only prison-made. No food from commissary or packages, only three unappetizing meals a day handed to you through a narrow slot in your cell door. No phone calls, no TV, no luxury items at all. You get a set of cheap headphones to use, and you can pick between the two or three (depending on which prison you’re in) jacks in the cell wall to plug into. You can listen to a TV station in one jack, and use your imagination while trying to figure out what is going on when the music indicates drama but the dialogue doesn’t suffice to tell you anything. Or you can listen to some music, but you’re out of luck if you’re a rock-n-roll fan and find only rap is playing.

Your options in what to do to occupy your time in SHU are scant, but there will be boredom aplenty. You probably think that you understand boredom, know its feel, but really you don’t. What you call boredom would seem a whirlwind of activity to me, choices so many that I’d likely be befuddled in trying to pick one over all the others. You could turn on a TV and watch a movie or some other show; I haven’t seen a TV since the 1980′s. You could go for a walk in the neighborhood; I can’t walk more than a few feet in any direction before I run into a concrete wall or steel bars. You could pick up your phone and call a friend; I don’t know if I’d be able to remember how to make a collect call or even if the process is still the same, so many years it’s been since I’ve used a telephone. Play with your dog or cat and experience their love, or watch your fish in their aquarium; the only creatures I see daily are the mice and cockroaches that infest the unit, and they’re not very lovable and nothing much to look at. There is a pretty good list of options available to you, if you think about it, many things that you could do even when you believe you are so bored. You take them for granted because they are there all the time, but if it were all taken away you’d find yourself missing even the things that right now seem so small and insignificant. Even the smallest stuff can become as large as life when you have had nearly nothing for far too long.

I haven’t been outside in one of the SHU yards in this prison for about four years now. I haven’t seen a tree or blade of grass in all that time, and wouldn’t see these things were I to go to the yard. In Elmira Correctional Facility, where I am presently imprisoned, the SHU yards are about three or four times as big as my cell. There are twelve SHU yards total, each surrounded by concrete walls, one or two of the walls lined with windows. If you look in the windows you’ll see the same SHU company that you live on, and maybe you’ll get a look at a guy who was locked next to you for months that you’ve talked to every day but had never before gotten a look at. If you look up you’ll find bars and a screen covering the yard, and if you’re lucky maybe you can see a bit of blue sky through the mesh, otherwise it’ll be hard to believe that you’re even outside. If it’s a good day you can walk around the SHU yard in small circles staring ahead with your mind on nothingness, like the nothing you’ve got in that lacuna with you. If it’s a bad day, though, maybe your mind will be filled with remembrances of all you used to have that you haven’t seen now for many years, and you’ll be missing it, feeling the loss, feeling it bad.

Life in the box is about an austere sameness that makes it difficult to tell one day from a thousand others. Nothing much and nothing new ever happen to tell you if it’s a Monday or a Friday, March or September, 1987 or 2012. The world turns, technology advances, and things in the streets change and keep changing all the time. Not so in a solitary confinement unit, however. I’ve never seen a cell phone except in pictures in magazines. I’ve never touched a computer in my life, never been on the Internet and wouldn’t know how to get there if you sat me in front of a computer, turned it on for me, and gave me directions. SHU is a timeless place, and I can honestly say that there is not a single thing I’d see looking around right now that is different from what I saw in Shawangunk Correctional Facility’s box when I first arrived there from Syracuse’s county jail in 1987. Indeed, there is probably nothing different in SHU now than in SHU a hundred years ago, save the headphones. Then and now there were a few books, a few prison-made clothing articles, walls and bars and human beings locked in cages… and misery.There is always the misery. If you manage to escape it yourself for a time, there will ever be plenty around in others for you to sense; and though you’ll be unable to look into their eyes and see it, you might hear it in the nighttime when tough guys cry not-so-tough tears that are forced out of them by the unrelenting stress and strain that life in SHU is an exercise in.

I’ve read of the studies done regarding the effects of long-term isolation in solitary confinement on inmates, seen how researchers say it can ruin a man’s mind, and I’ve watched with my own eyes the slow descent of sane men into madness—sometimes not so slow. What I’ve never seen the experts write about, though, is what year after year of abject isolation can do to that immaterial part in our middle where hopes survive or die and the spirit resides. So please allow me to speak to you of what I’ve seen and felt during some of the harder times of my twenty-five-year SHU odyssey.

I’ve experienced times so difficult and felt boredom and loneliness to such a degree that it seemed to be a physical thing inside so thick it felt like it was choking me, trying to squeeze the sanity from my mind, the spirit from my soul, and the life from my body. 

I’ve seen and felt hope becoming like a foggy ephemeral thing, hard to get ahold of, even harder to keep ahold of as the years and then decades disappeared while I stayed trapped in the emptiness of the SHU world. I’ve seen minds slipping down the slope of sanity, descending into insanity, and I’ve been terrified that I would end up like the guys around me that have cracked and become nuts. It’s a sad thing to watch a human being go insane before your eyes because he can’t handle the pressure that the box exerts on the mind, but it is sadder still to see the spirit shaken from a soul. And it is more disastrous. Sometimes the prison guards find them hanging and blue; sometimes their necks get broken when they jump from their bed, the sheet tied around the neck that’s also wrapped around the grate covering the light in the ceiling snapping taut with a pop. I’ve seen the spirit leaving men in SHU and have witnessed the results.

The box is a place like no other place on planet Earth. It’s a place where men full of rage can stand at their cell gates fulminating on their neighbor or neighbors, yelling and screaming and speaking some of the filthiest words that could ever come from a human mouth, do it for hours on end, and despite it all never suffer the loss of a single tooth, never get his head knocked clean off his shoulders. You will NEVER hear words more despicable or see mouth wars more insane than what occurs all the time in SHU. Not anywhere else in the world. Because there would be serious violence before any person could speak so much foulness for so long. In the box the heavy steel bars allow mouths to run with impunity when they could not otherwise do so, while the ambient is one that is sorely conducive to an exceedingly hot sort of anger that seems to press the lips on to ridiculous extremes. Day and night I have been awakened to the sound of the rage being loosed loudly on SHU gates, and I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t at times been one of the madmen doing the yelling.

I have lived for months where the first thing I became aware of upon waking in the morning is the malodorous funk of human feces, tinged with the acrid stench of days-old urine, where I eat my breakfast, lunch, and dinner with that same stink assaulting my senses, and where the last thought I had before falling into unconscious sleep was: “Damn, it smells like shit in here.” I have felt like I was on an island surrounded by vicious sharks, flanked on both sides by mentally ill inmates who would splash their excrement all over their cells, all over the company outside their cells, and even all over themselves. I have went days into weeks that seemed like they’d never end without being able to sleep more than short snatches before I was shocked out of my dreams, and thrown back into a living nightmare, by the screams of sick men who have lost all ability to control themselves, or by the banging of cell bars and walls of these same madmen. I have been so tired when sleep inside was impossible that I went outside into a snowstorm to get some sleep.

The wind blew hard and snowflakes swirled around and around in the small SHU yard at Shawangunk, and I had but one cheap prison-produced coat on and a single set of state clothes beneath. To escape the biting cold I dug into the seven- or eight-foot high mountain of snow that was piled in the center of the yard, the accumulation from inmates shoveling a narrow path to walk along the perimeter. With bare hands gone numb, I dug out a small room in that pile of snow, making myself a sort of igloo. When it was done I crawled inside, rolled onto my back on the snow-covered concrete ground, and almost instantly fell asleep, my bare head pillowed in the snow. I didn’t even have a hat to wear.

An hour or so later I was awakened by the guards come to take me back to the stink and insanity inside: “Blake, rec’s over…” I had gotten an hour’s straight sleep, minus the few minutes it had taken me to dig my igloo. That was more than I had gotten in weeks without being shocked awake by the CA-RACK! of a sneaker being slapped into a plexiglass shield covering the cell of an inmate who had thrown things nasty; or the THUD-THUD-THUD! of an inmate pounding his cell wall, or bars being banged, gates being kicked and rattled, or men screaming like they’re dying and maybe wishing that they were; or to the tirade of an inmate letting loose his pent-up rage on a guard or fellow inmate, sounding every bit the lunatic that too long a time in the mind-breaking confines of the box had caused him to be.

I have been so exhausted physically, mental strength being tested to limits that can cause strong folks to snap, that I have begged God, tough guy I fancy myself, “Please, Lord, make them stop. Please let me get some peace.” As the prayers went ungranted and the insanity around me persisted, I felt my own rage rising above the exhaustion and misery, no longer in a begging mood: “Lord, kill those motherfuckers, why don’t you!” I yelled at the Almighty, my own sanity so close to being gone that it seemed as if I were walking along a precipice and could see down to where I’d be falling, seeing myself shot, sanity a dead thing killed by the fall. I’d be afraid later on, terrified, when I reflected back on how close I had seemed to come to losing my mind, but at that moment all I could do was feel anger of a fiery kind: anger at the maniacs creating the noise and the stink and the madness; anger at my keepers and the real creators of this hell; anger at society for turning a blind eye to the torment and torture going on here that its tax dollars are financing; and perhaps most of all, anger at myself for doing all that I did that never should have been done that put me into the clutches of this beastly prison system to begin with. I would be angry at the world; enraged, actually, so burning hot was what I would be feeling.

I had wet toilet paper stuffed hard into both ears, socks folded up and pressed into my ears, a pillow wrapped around the sides and back of my head covering my ears, and a blanket tied around all that to hold everything in place, lying in bed praying for sleep. But still the noise was incredible, a thunderous cacophony of insanity, sleep impossible. Inmates lost in the throes of lavalike rage firing philippics at one another for even reasons they didn’t know, threatening to kill one another’s mommas, daddies, even the children, too. Nothing is sacred in SHU. It is an environment that is so grossly abnormal, so antithetical to normal human interactions, that it twists the innerds of men all around who for too long dwell there. Their minds, their morals, and their mannerisms get bent badly, ending far off-center. Right becomes whatever and wrong no longer exists. Restraint becomes a burden and is unnecessary with concrete and steel separating everyone, so inmates let it go. Day after day, perhaps year after year, the anger grows, fueled by the pain caused by the conditions till rage is born and burning so hot that it too hurts.

Trying to put into words what is so unlike anything else I know or have ever experienced seems an impossible endeavor, because there is nothing even remotely like it any place else to compare it to, and nothing that will do to you on the inside what so many years in SHU has done to me. All that I am able to articulate about the world of Special Housing Unit and what it is and what it does may seem terrible to you indeed, but the reality of living in this place for a full quarter of a century is yet even more terrible, still. You would have to live it, experience it in all its aspects with the fullness of its days and struggles added up, to really appreciate and understand just how truly terrible this plight of mine has been, and how truly ugly life in the box can be at times, even for just a single day. I spent nine years in Shawangunk’s box, six years in Sullivan’s, six years in Great Meadow’s, and I’ve been here in Elmira’s SHU for four years now, and through all of this time I have never spent a single day in a Mental Health Unit cell because I attempted or threatened suicide, or for any other reason. I have thought about suicide in times past when the days had become exceedingly difficult to handle, but I’m still here. I’ve had some of my SHU neighbors succumb to the suicidal thoughts, though, choosing death over another day of life in the box. I have never bugged out myself, but I’ve known times that I had come too close. I’ve had neighbors who came to SHU normal men, and I’ve seen them leave broken and not anything resembling normal anymore. I’ve seen guys give up on their dreams and lose all hope in the box, but my own hopes and dreams are still alive and well inside me. The insidious workings of the SHU program have yet to get me stuck on that meandering path to internal destruction that I have seen so many of my neighbors end up on, and perhaps this is a miracle; I’d rather be dead than to lose control of my mind.

Had I known in 1987 that I would spend the next quarter-century in solitary confinement, I would have certainly killed myself. If I took a month to die and spent every minute of it in severe pain, it seems to me that on a balance that fate would still be far easier to endure than the last twenty-five years have been. If I try to imagine what kind of death, even a slow one, would be worse than twenty-five years in the box—and I have tried to imagine it—I can come up with nothing. Set me afire, pummel and bludgeon me, cut me to bits, stab me, shoot me, do what you will in the worst of ways, but none of it could come close to making me feel things as cumulatively horrifying as what I’ve experienced through my years in solitary. Dying couldn’t take but a short time if you or the State were to kill me; in SHU I have died a thousand internal deaths. The sum of my quarter-century’s worth of suffering has been that bad.

To some judges sitting on high who’ve never done a day in the box, maybe twenty-five years of this isn’t cruel and unusual. To folks who have an insatiable appetite for vengeance against prisoners who have committed terrible crimes, perhaps it doesn’t even matter how cruel or unusual my plight is or isn’t. For people who cannot let go of hate and know not how to forgive, no amount of remorse would matter, no level of contrition would be quite enough, only endless retribution would be right in their eyes. Like Judge Milroy, only an eternity in hell would satisfy them. Given even that in retribution, though, the unforgiving haters wouldn’t be satisfied that hell was hot enough; they’d want the heat turned up. Thankfully these folks are the few, that in the minds of the many, at a point, enough is enough.

No matter what the world would think about things that they cannot imagine in even their worst nightmares, I know that twenty-five years in solitary confinement is utterly and certainly cruel, more so than death in or by an electric chair, gas chamber, lethal injection, bullet in the head, or even immolation could possibly be. The sum of the suffering caused by any of these quick deaths would be a small thing next to the sum of the suffering that this quarter-century in SHU has brought to bear on me. Solitary confinement for the length of time that I have endured it, even apart from the inhuman conditions that I have too often been made to endure it in, is torture of a terrible kind; and anyone who doesn’t think so surely knows not what to think.

I Have Served A Sentence Worse Than Death.