no one had giffed it yet and i needed one so i took matters into my own hands

sf9 reaction to their members flirting with their s/o

request: anon: SF9 Reaction to one of their band members trying to flirt with their girlfriend

author’s note: (I changed it from “flirting with their girlfriend” to “flirting with their s/o” so it can apply to the non-female fans, as well!) enjoy!


Originally posted by leesanhyuk

kim inseong: tbh he’s the type to turn the whole situation into one big joke.

Inseong walked into the room to find you and Jaeyoon sitting particularly close to each other as he showed you some dumb video on his phone. He let out a loud, over exaggerated gasp as both of your heads snapped in his direction; startled by the sound. He dropped to his knees, fake crying and making his lip quiver, (like in the gif above), amplifying the dramatics by shouting,

“I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME? I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL! I GAVE YOU MY HEART, Y/N, WAS THAT NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ?!”

You and Jaeyoon burst into laughter as you got up and walked over to your extra!boyfriend.

“Oh, hush you big baby,” you giggled, while playfully smacking his arm.

He then grabbed onto your leg and clung to it like a little kid begging his mom not to leave him.

“LOVE MEEEE,” he wailed, only making you and Jaeyoon laugh even harder than before.


Originally posted by ohjuho

kim youngbin: He’s the type to immediately voice his disapproval, shutting the situation down then and there.

You had asked Taeyang to give you some dance lessons, hoping to improve your skills. Youngbin was already annoyed, and somewhat hurt, that you hadn’t come to him for help instead. But the final straw was when Youngbin decided to pay you a surprise visit in the middle of one of your sessions. He carefully peered through the glass window next to the door only to find Taeyang pressed flush against your body, with his hands on your hips. You could almost see the steam emitting from Youngbin’s ears as he stormed into the room and shouted,

“TAEYANG, YOU HAVE 2 SECONDS TO STEP AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I GO OVER THERE AND THROW YOU OFF!”

“H-Hyung… It’s n-not wha-” Taeyang stuttered nervously.

“Save it,” Youngbin hissed before exiting the room.

That night it took you a good hour and a half to calm Youngbin down, explain to him what really took place, and how it would never happen again.


Originally posted by sf9

lee jaeyoon: He’s the type to unintentionally display his emotions in his expressions.

His usual playful sass alters to a purely bitter attitude as he watches you and Inseong giggle at the funny cartoons he was drawing. He won’t necessarily speak up about what’s bothering him, but he doesn’t need to. One glance at him, and his body language mixed with his facial expression tells you exactly how he’s feeling. He also becomes very curt with his replies.

“Babe, look at what Inseong made! Isn’t it hilarious?” you ask, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

“Mhmm,” he mutters in a very low, almost inaudible voice.

It doesn’t take very long for you to notice your usually hyper and enthusiastic boyfriend to be moping around; not uttering a single word. Thankfully, prolongued grudges have never been an issue in your relationship. A few bats of your eyelashes along with some pecks on the cheek, and all is forgiven.


Originally posted by sf9

lee sanghyuk: This guy… He’s an even more dramatic version of Inseong.

You’re sitting on the couch next to Zuho as he reads you some new lyrics he’s come up with. He’s spittin’ fire as you’re nodding your head to his rap; feelin’ it just as much as he is. He ends the song with a smirk on his face as you bounce up and down in place, clapping your hands, and praising him on his new composition. Your bouncing gets a little out of hand when suddenly your foot stomps down on Zuho’s, causing him to double over in pain. You felt horrible and slid closer to him, rubbing your hand up and down his back hoping to soothe him, while bending over and apologizing relentlessly. Just as Zuho was about to speak up, he was cut off.

“OH, IM SORRY! DID I INTERRUPT SOMETHING?” Dawon shouts from the doorway of the living room.

Both yours and Zuho’s heads shoot up to find Dawon staring at the two of you, eyebrows knitted, trying to put on his best angry face.

“ZUHO, MOVE AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I BREAK THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE NOSE OF YOURS” he roars, as he playfully stomps over to you, grabbing your hand.

He yanks you up, (not hard enough to hurt you), and drags you out of the room with him, stopping twice to shoot Zuho his best “warning” look, (as shown in the gif above), causing an uproar of giggles from both you, and Zuho.


Originally posted by ksjinie

baek juho: He’s the type to immediately shut down; giving you the cold shoulder.

Zuho watched from afar as Youngbin showed you blooper cuts from their dance practice filming. He couldn’t help the glare on his face as he observed you and Youngbin, falling all over each other as your limbs grew weak due to extensive laughter. He slouched in his chair, sulking as he pulled out his phone to play with, trying to distract himself. Everytime he heard your cackle echo through the room, it sent waves of anger and annoyance rippling through him. Even when the two of you were finally alone, he was completely quiet, blatantly ignoring you, as you had done to him earlier. It wasn’t until you begged him to talk to you that he quietly whispered under his breath,

“Why don’t you go hang out with Youngbin?”

You felt a little guilty as you realized you had completely ignored your boyfriend all day to hang out with his best friend. You apologized and wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. You felt him let out a sigh as his body relaxed due to your embrace, while he mumbled,

“I forgive you.”


Originally posted by hwiyoungs

kim seokwoo: Like Youngbin, he’s the type to take matters into his own hands.

Rowoon made his way into the practice room in hopes of finding you. He left you alone for two minutes, and when he came back, you were no where to be found. Just as he opened the door, your laughter erupted throughout the room, causing his heartbeat to increase and a smile to make it’s way onto his face. You were sprawled out on the floor, and Dawon was standing in front of you, doing some of his famous impersonations. Rowoon skipped over to you and opened his arms for a hug, only to be ignored by you, as Dawon put on yet another funny face. The smile was wiped clear off his face as you hardly even acknowledged his presence. Jealousy boiled inside of him as he watched your attention remain on Dawon.

“Yeah, well, I can do that, too!” he spoke up, coming out more whiney than he intended.

He desperately tried to mimic the facial expressions and funny voice Dawon had just done, but it was so bad it was laughable; and he knew it, too.

You let out a small giggle as you told him, “Keep your day job, babe,” focusing your attention back onto Dawon.

Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and scooped you up in his arms. He ignored the protests coming from both you and Dawon, and walked right out the door. You knew from the get go that he was jealous, but you wanted to see how far you could take it. Upon telling him that, he was a mixture of both embarrassed, and jokingly annoyed; playfully scolding you.


Originally posted by my-sensationalfeeling9

yoo taeyang: Can someone say petty?

Taeyang woke up from his nap dazed and confused. When he fell asleep, you were lying peacefully in his arms; but now, the spot beside him was empty. The sound of “Roar” playing softly through the stereo system caught his attention as he stood up from his bed. He peered his head into the kitchen, and let out a sigh of annoyance as he watched you and Rowoon laugh while wiping batter on each others faces. He rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen; letting out a big yawn and scratching his head.

“Look who’s finally up,” you cheered upon seeing your boyfriend’s presence, “Rowoon and I got bored, so we decided to bake a cake.”

“It looks like most of it’s on your face…” he stated, while wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the back of your shoulder; shooting daggers towards Rowoon, who didn’t seem to notice.

You giggled at his remark and explained to him the reasoning behind the mess, but he didn’t hear any of it. He was too focused on glaring at his friend. The rest of the time you and Rowoon spent baking the cake, Taeyang was right there, joined at your hip… literally… There wasn’t a moment he didn’t have at least one of his hands on you. And from then on, he made a mental note never to leave you alone with Rowoon.


Originally posted by feelsensational

kim youngkyun: Similar to Rowoon, he’ll disrupt any kind of situation he doesn’t like.

Hwiyoung had invited you over to the dorm to hang out for a little after practice. He had gotten first dibs on showering, and told you to hang tight while he washed up. He got out of the shower, and was changing into some comfy clothes when he heard you laughing from the living room. He smiled to himself upon hearing your sweet sound ring throughout the house, and hurriedly finished getting dressed so he could go and see what was so funny. His expression quickly changed to one of annoyance as he watched you chuckle at Chani making his famous duck sounds.

“Teach me, teach me!” you begged him, as you clapped your hands together.

“Chani your turn to shower!” Hwiyoung shouted as he walked into the room, grabbing your hand.

“But Inseong just got in the shower…?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy.

Hwiyoung pulled you up from the couch and guided you in the direction of his bedroom - away from Chani.

“Oh did he?” Hwiyoung shouted back at Chani, as he walked hand in hand with you, out of sight.


Originally posted by feelsensational

kang chanhee: Chani’s a lot like Taeyang when he’s jealous, in the sense that he gets very clingy, and slightly possessive.

You texted your boyfriend letting him know you were at the dorm; wondering where he was. He immediately replied, apologizing and telling you that his practice with Taeyang and Youngbin had run a little longer than expected, and that he’d be there as soon as he could. 30 minutes later, Chani walked through the front door, giddy at the thought of seeing you. He made his way into the den, but stopped dead in his tracks, immediately clenching his fists at the sight in front of him. You and Hwiyoung were sitting awfully close to one another as the two of you stared at the same piece of paper. Hwiyoung had his arm around your shoulder, and that alone made Chani’s insides boil with jealousy. He took a deep breath before strolling into the room.

“Hey, whatcha guys doin?” he asked in the calmest voice possible. Hwiyoung immediately retracted his arm at the sight on his younger bandmate, who he wasn’t aware was back already. Chani took a seat right beside you, kissing your cheek, and wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“Hey, babe! Hwiyoung asked me to help him with his English, so I figured I’d tutor him for a bit while I waited for you. We’re almost done with the lesson if you wanna go shower real fast? You’re kinda smelly,” you laughed, jokingly leaning away from him while scrunching your nose.

His hold on you tightened a little as you leaned against Hwiyoung, pulling you back towards him.

“Nah, it’s alright. I could use a little studying, as well. I’ll just stay here until you’re done,” he replied, giving you a little smile, and another peck on the cheek.

Once you turned away, he glared at Hwiyoung, mentally vowing to never leave you alone with him ever again.

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2


“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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The Way I See You

Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, getting together, friends to lovers, reality

Summary: Fiction. Dan’s shocked when he realises that Phil’s self-conscious about the way he looks. Apparently Phil doesn’t know that he isn’t allowed to be sad when Dan’s around. So Dan takes it upon himself to fix the situation - by complimenting something about Phil’s appearance every day. Trouble is, Dan isn’t very good at hiding his teensy tiny crush on Phil. (Originally written for the phanfic exchange from a prompt from comeonitsphan)

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 11k

A/N: This is the fic I wrote for the phanfic exchange quite a while ago ^_^ It was a really fun experience! I wrote this before the tour happened, so the radio show was still going on. Enjoy the getting together phan schmoop <3

Edited by the lovely OvereducatedAndOverworked, thank you so much for doing this on such short notice! <3

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“I can’t believe you actually said that!”

Dan’s voice was indignant as they crashed through the door into their apartment. He shook his head, a fond smile playing at his lips as he turned to regard his best friend, close behind him as they made for the kitchen.

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Bad Dracula (M)

(Gif Credit goes to Admin Smuttyfairy)

Genre: Horror/Smut/Romance

Summary: Lisa, your best friend, loves to party. You love quiet nights where you can dream about her friend Bambam. Bambam loves your smile, and your slender neck. A pushy invitation to a party, A wet dream that turns into a nightmare, and wait- are those fangs? (Vampire AU, Bambam x Reader, Best Friend!Lisa x Reader)

Warnings: Suffocation, Assault, Blood, Alcohol use

Word count: 6,136

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N:
Here’s something I’ve meant to upload for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy! (I promise I’ll write less Bambam in the future OTL ) 

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who do you like? - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Originally posted by fearlesshadow

Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life. 

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing


“Who do you like?”

I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended in midair.

“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful of Cap’n Crunch.

“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like out of the guys.”

I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his sudden query.

“…why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”

Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table, his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.

I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food, opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.

“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.

“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.

I was lying through my teeth.

The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me, interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the only boy I ever thought about.

But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.

“I know for a fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”

“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”

Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from the bike prank.

“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked you to prom and you said no.”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”

Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with tension.

“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”

“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want to go to prom.”

With anyone but you, dummy.

“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone else is going…”

“Are you going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.

Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”  

“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from earlier.

He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”

I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right now.”

“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you instead?”

“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”

“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What are you talking about? Why not?”

“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s werewolf hearing preceded me.

“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”

I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get over him.

“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”

“So?”

So, I notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.

“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what did you say?”

My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had agreed.

“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.

Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare legs.

“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop that.”

He put his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”

My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh my god.”

My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.

“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned into my elbow, turning away from him.

“You wanna know what I said?”

“No?”

Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.

“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.

“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.

“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad when they talk about you like that.”

My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much. 

“Why?” I whimpered.

Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close to Isaac always made me jittery.

“Because I like you.”

I froze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me, then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and frustrated.

Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless response.

“It means I like you. It means I want us to be together.”

Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.

“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”

Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”

“No…”

“Because that’d be really hot.”

I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.  

“Wait, so this is real?”

“As real as it gets.”

“So… you really do like me?”

Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over, woo you…”

His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine, electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed, reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer, his knees bumping into mine.

“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.

With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.

He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching higher and higher.

I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.

“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.

“Me too, actually.”

I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.

“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.

“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.

“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his. He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously. 

“Will you go to prom with me?”

I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition. Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.

“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”

His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.

“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”

I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.

I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his, giddy and satisfied.

“It’s a yes.”

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Beautiful

Title: Beautiful

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Oh, and a little bit of fluff.  

A/N: This is for Steph’s 300 Follower Challenge! Congrats to the magnificent @srj1990! My prompt was the song “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment. So, here it is! (GIF not mine)

Castiel’s eyes immediately locked on you and he busted through the motel room door, his tied already hanging loosely from his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were completely missing, hinting at his desperation. He needed to get it out, the hunt, the failure. He needed you.

He had always been subservient to the Winchesters, even if he hadn’t realized it, always coming at their every beck and call. When Dean prayed, he answered, always ready to serve. He had even put his own existence on the line for those two men, and he would for the rest of his life. They were his family.

But there was a secret side to the angel, a side that begged to lead. To command. It was borderline destructive. And the only human who truly benefited from that side was you.

Cas slammed the door behind you, not caring that the brothers were just a few doors down. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he gazed upon you, ready and waiting for him. He rushed towards your naked form, finally ripping his loosened tie from his neck and discarding it onto the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed, your gaze locked onto his.

His hand lowered, gripping the hair at the back of your head. “Stand,” he commanded as he lifted you to your feet. You groaned at the sweet burn from his grip.

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Heightened

word count: 2 443
warnings: smut

summary: Y/N is a newly turned vampire and finally sees the perks of being one.
note: My first try writing smut. Hopefully, I’ll get better since I’m not that pleased with the outcome.

*gif by me


It was the first time Y/N really enjoyed her new life as a vampire. Just two days ago she had still been an ordinary human who was friends with witches, vampires, and werewolves. So, it was only a matter of time until she’d become one supernatural being herself. And exactly this had happened two days ago - involuntarily.

Since then she had struggled with her heightened emotions, the blood cravings and a constant lust which was overwhelming her. But right now, she could finally see the perks of being a vampire.

Y/N was dancing to the loud music, a tumbler filled with rum in her hand. Due to her higher alcohol tolerance, she only felt lightly buzzed although she was partying for many hours already.

She looked around the club to find someone to feed on. Even though she had been drinking alcohol all night long, she still felt the insatiable hunger inside of her. Hunger only human blood could satisfy.

Finally, she found someone who seemed perfect. It was a blonde guy sitting alone at the bar, looking uncomfortable being here. His missing wouldn’t catch too much attention from the other people.

She made her way to him and tapped on his shoulder to get his attention. She looked him straight in the eye and said: “Don’t scream. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Though she never tried it before, she knew her compulsion worked by the look this guy was giving her.

Dragging him away from the crowd, she made sure no one was following her. She didn’t want to draw too much attention.

She opened the door to a small room only a few did know about. The boy had a scared look in his eyes as she walked closer to him, her fingers caressing his cheek. A smile appeared on her face. Playing with victims was definitely way more fun than she’d ever thought.

The purple-black veins appeared on her face, and she could feel her fangs coming out, everything inside of her aching for blood. Without any more hesitation, she sank them into the guy’s neck, finally feeling the warm liquid floating down her throat. 

She could feel the boy’s struggles, as she slowly drained him, trying to keep control. She didn’t want to kill him.

“Well, well, if this isn’t our sweet, innocent, little Y/N.” It was a somehow familiar sounding male voice coming from behind of her. 

Letting go of the boy, she turned around to be met with the sight of Kai Parker. He was leaning against the door, greeting her with his typical smirk and a wink. 

“What are you doing here?” The girl asked, having forgotten about her victim who was still standing in the room, a scared and exhausted look on his face.  

“Seeing how you’re dealing with your new self.” He answered, pushing himself off the wall and moving closer to the girl. She took a few steps backward until her back hit a wall and therefore she couldn’t go any further. 

Kai tilted his head, a devilish grin on his face. 

“Aww, you’re not afraid of me, are you?” He wondered the smirk not leaving his face. The nearer he came, the faster Y/Ns heart was beating. Her breathing turned shallow as their bodies were only inches apart. 

“There’s no need to be afraid, princess. I’m not gonna hurt you … much.” Kai trailed off.

His hot breath tickled her skin, his voice doing wonders to her. She couldn’t explain why but at that moment she wasn’t afraid of him. Of course, she knew what he was capable of, but she felt he wasn’t here to harm her. 

“It’s about time someone shows you the pleasant sides of being a vampire.” He said in a low seductive voice as his fingers brushed the bare skin on her arms. Her body reacted immediately, his touch sending shivers down her spine. 

It only lasted seconds before Kai pulled away from her, turning towards the boy Y/N had already forgotten about. She had been too focused on Kai and what he was going to do to her. 

He grabbed the guy on his shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. 

“Leave and forget everything you saw tonight. You were out partying, but as it became boring, you decided to walk home.” He compelled him, however before he walked out of the door, Y/N ran towards him and prevented him from going. 

“Why don’t we grab one last bite before he goes?” Y/N spoke towards Kai but kept looking at the stranger. 

The two circular wounds on his neck were still slightly bleeding. Nevertheless, Y/N sank her fang into his flesh again. She winked at Kai who was watching her every move. All of her diffidence had gone away; her eagerness had completely taken over her. 

“Hot.” Kai commented more to himself than Y/N, but she did hear it anyway confirming it through a change of her heartbeat. His vampirism showed; purple-black veins appearing under his now red eyes, fangs slowly coming out. 

In a split second, he vamp-ran next to Y/N piercing his fangs in the guy’s neck. The blood trickled down his throat, filling him with life and power.

Following his instinct, he let go of the boy and pulled Y/N towards him, backing her against the nearby wall, pressing his body on hers. Y/N realized his blue eyes turned to a darker shade, now filled with lust and desire. She reached out to stroke his cheek, but he caught her hand before she could touch him. His grip tight around her wrist. 

He took hold of her other wrist too, pinning them both above her head using his magic; therefore she couldn’t put them down again. 

“Is this really necessary?” She asked, struggling. She wanted to touch him, pulling him closer so he’d finally kiss her. 

Like he had read her mind, he yanked her towards him placing his mouth on hers. It was a passionate kiss filled with hunger and desperation. Y/N could still taste the stranger’s blood on his lips; surely Kai could do the same. 

With her hands still pinned above her head, she couldn’t do anything except waiting for something else to happen, all the while putting as much need as possible in the kisses. 

“I hope you’re not too attached to your clothes.” He breathed. 

Without awaiting an answer, he ripped her shirt in half with one swift motion. Unwittingly Y/N bit her lip only fueling Kai’s lust. He unclasped her bra tossing it somewhere on the ground. 

As he enveloped her in another kiss, his hands started roaming her now naked upper body. Making sure not to touch her breasts yet he touched every inch of her exposed skin. Leaving sloppy wet kisses on her jaw line, her neck, he slowly made his way down to where she wanted him. 

Soft moans escaped her slightly opened mouth, as he squeezed her right breast, placing his mouth on the other one. He began to suck on her nipple brushing his fingertips against it. They were getting harder with every passing second, just like Y/N felt herself getting wet. 

“Kai.” She moaned, hoping he’d understand where she wanted him. 

He did. His fingers traced lines from her breast, her belly button until he finally pushed them under the hem of her skirt. He brushed against her clit, drawing small circles with his index finger. 

Y/N’s moans were getting louder, her breathing more shallow as she tried to wriggle her hands out of their magical barrier. 

“Look at that. You want to move your hands, don’t you?” Kai smirked, pecking her lips. He was still working on her heat, bringing her closer to her release. 

They were locking eyes, drowning in each other. Y/N could swear his eyes nearly turned black. Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her aching core. 

She let out a loud moan which only spurred Kai to thrust in and out in a fast pace. He curled his fingers inside her, feeling how she clenched his walls around him.

“Kai! I’m coming!” She groaned as he nearly brought her over the edge. Just then Kai stopped his motions taking a step back, a smug grin on his face.

Y/N growled out in frustration making Kai’s smirk go wider. 

If only I could move my hands, she thought knowing full well she’d release the tension on her own no matter how embarrassing it would be to do it in front of the Heretic. Like he had read her mind, he lifted off the spell, tightly grabbing her wrists before she could do anything. 

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” He asked before pressing his lips against hers again. One last time his fingers brushed against her clit causing Y/N to let out another moan. 

She couldn’t even answer because Kai kept talking. “I think I know a perfect place not too far away from here. But I guess since I destroyed your shirt you’re not too comfortable to walk out of here naked. Although I would definitely prefer it.”

“God, please shut up and take me away from here.” Y/N grumbled. And continue what you were doing before, she added in her mind. 

Kai chuckled, taking off his black jacket and handing it to Y/N. She put it on while watching Kai kneeling down and picking up her bra and the remains of her shirt. 

He reached for her hand, dragging her out of the room. Y/N had no idea what time it was, but most people were gone now. Music was still playing even though only a few were still dancing. Mostly people were sitting at tables chatting or drinking. They didn’t seem to care about the two persons coming out of an abandoned storage room.

They went outside breathing in the chilly night air. Just now Y/N realized how red her cheeks must be as the breeze calmed her down a bit. Kai had parked his car not far away opening the passenger door for Y/N. 

When he had sat down next to her, he started the engine and drove off into the night. 

Y/N still felt the wetness between her legs that was nearly driving her insane. She wanted to touch herself badly but was aware that as soon as she’d try anything, Kai would find a way to stop her. So instead of doing this, she got another better idea.

The Heretic, who was strangely quiet the whole ride, was concentrated on driving. Therefore, he didn’t saw as Y/N leaned forward a bit, an innocent smile on her face. She turned to the side to look straight at Kai as she rested her hand on his thigh. 

Slowly, she moved her closer to his crotch until she started palming him through his jeans. Kai let out a low growl. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” He tried to keep calm, but Y/N noticed what her actions were doing to him. It was getting harder and harder for him to continue driving - especially when she undid the zipper of his jeans and slid her hand into his briefs. 

She bit her lower lip while gently stroking his length, drawing circles on his tip with her thumb. Seeing he enjoyed it she quickened her pace. Suddenly she felt a pressure on her clit. A faint sigh escaped her lips, and she parted her legs a bit. Kai was using his magic on her. 

Again he pushed two fingers at once into her core, this time agonizingly slow. 

“Kai.” She moaned, and finally, he looked at her. He could literally see the desperation in her eyes. “I need you.”

“Change of plans, sweetheart.” He stated in a dark voice while she was still working on his hard length. Turning the steering wheel to the right, he braked sharply in a side street. 

He pushed her hand out of his briefs before he opened the door and stopped using his magic. Y/N got out of the car, too, and instantly found herself sitting on the hood. Kai hungrily attacked her lips, pushing her skirt and her panties down in one motion. She took off his shirt, roaming her hands over his chest. 

Not breaking the kiss he freed his rock-hard member aligning himself at her entrance. As he pushed deep inside her with one thrust, she let out a small scream. Kai didn’t even give her time to adjust to his size but rather pulled out completely before pushing in deep again. He repeated his actions over and over, getting faster and faster. Removing his lips from hers, their faces were still only inches apart. 

“Keep your eyes open, baby girl.” Kai demanded when Y/N was about to closer them. 

By now Kai was cheating with his vampire speed supporting his actions by drawing rough figure eights on her clit, bringing them both closer to their release. Y/N clenched her walls around him, digging her nails into his back. 

“I’m close.” She informed him, arching her back and moving her hips to help him thrust in even deeper. 

“Hold it.” He said through gritted teeth, working on finishing them off together. 

“I can’t.”

“Just a little longer.” He grunted. Purple-black veins showed under his eyes, and he moved his lips to Y/N’s neck sinking his fangs into her soft skin. It was adding to the pleasure, making it impossible to hold her orgasm any longer. 

She let out a loud scream, clenching her walls around his lengths as wave after wave rushed over her. This fueled Kai’s release, and he came inside of her in hot spurts. He removed his fangs from her neck, dropping down on her sweaty body. Both of them breathed heavily, Kai still deep inside of her. 

After he had pulled out, he licked the blood from the already healed wound on her neck before kissing her deeply. She tasted her own blood on his lips. 

Kai helped her stand up because her legs were still a bit shaky. He put his arm around her waist, and she leaned into his side resting her head on his shoulder. 

“We should do that more often.” Kai mentioned out of the blue. Surprised Y/N looked up at him. She had expected this would stay a one-time thing. 

“There are still others perks about being a vampire I want to show you. What do you say?" 

Y/N just nodded. Suddenly she didn’t care about what he had done in the past or who he was or what her friends would say if they’d find out. She just didn't want this to never happen again. 

I should have been there.

Request from anon:I’d like to request Bucky x reader where she’s like 13/14 and he found her inside a hydra base while on a mission. She’s terrified at first of everything but warms up. Tony traces her DNA to figure out who her family is and they find out she’s Buckys. Hydra had him breed with a mutant to create a new asset and she’s the final result.

Note: I’m so sorry! I got COMPLETELY carried away with this. Unfortunately there isn’t loads where the reader is actually awake but I really hope I did your request justice with what I wrote <3

Bucky x Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,602

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks, mentions of what could be deemed as rape. I think that’s all. If I have missed anything let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

There  were rumours that Hydra had a secret compound over in England, one of the few countries that hadn’t been overrun by them yet, and although there wasn’t a mountain of evidence to support the rumours there was enough for Shield to ask for the help of The Avengers. 

The journey over in the jet was long and one of members of the team in particular was beginning to grow rather restless. 

“They have shield agents in London right….so why are we having our arses dragged over here?” 

Bucky was never the most enthusiastic when it came to dealing with Hydra, knowing that the smallest of slip ups could cause him to become their prisoner once more, and if that happened all the memories he had managed to gain back would be gone and he would know of nothing but his murderous ways The Winter Soldier. So his mood was already pretty low…add a ten hour flight on top of that and he wasn’t even going to try and hide his distaste for the situation. 

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Life Everlasting

Donovan, Elizabeth, James March x Reader

There was never a dull moment with your best friend Donovan and the love of his life, Elizabeth. She’s also referred to as “The Countess” by most. From the wildest parties to killing for blood, it was a unique friendship you shared.

1994 was when Donovan was turned. He went through a low phase of his life that resorted him to doing drugs and hanging around that blonde, frizzy-haired druggie, Sally McKenna. He couldn’t handle the dosage he injected, and luckily for him, The Countess was there to save his life and they’ve been together ever since.

When The Countess informed her brunette lover boy about being a blood sucker, he didn’t believe it at her first until she showed him her photos from every decade that she was lucky enough to be a part of as early as the 1920’s.

Of course, since Donovan was so infatuated with her, he wanted to be turned into what she is. And when he had a thirst he felt like he could never quench, she served him blood from her secret stash.

It didn’t take long for Donovan to tell you about his and Elizabeth’s nature. In fact, you wanted to become what they are because of the promise of “life everlasting”. Being able to live forever meant endless possibilities to you. Lucky for you, The Countess was more than willing to turn you since you’re her man candy’s best friend.


Rarely do you ever step foot inside of their residence, the Hotel Cortez because you were always out at parties and even traveling to all sorts of countries. But when you do step on the grounds of the hotel, it’s mainly you waiting in the lobby for Donovan and Elizabeth to come strutting out of the elevator.

You arrived earlier than usual today and you shot your best friend a text message about your arrival.

Donovan: “Just hopped in the tub. Feel free to come up if you want.”

Great. Knowing Donovan, he takes the longest baths and takes years doing his hair. You passed on his offer to be an occupant in his suite seeing that there’s a bar upstairs that you’d rather tend to. It was like a ghost town within these walls and the only sounds you hear is the music coming from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The lady tending the bar, Liz Taylor, isn’t a stranger to you as you know she’s been working this bar for many years.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?” Liz asked, sliding a napkin your way, knowing you’ll be ordering a drink.

“I’ve be great. I’m just, you know, waiting on my best friend who won’t be ready anytime soon.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to wait because you despise waiting on people.

“And what’s your poison for today, hmm?”

“I’ll take a Long Island, Liz.”

“Of course.”

All of a sudden, the air around you reaked of cigarettes. You no longer are the only customer of Liz Taylor seeing from the corner of your eye, someone sitting just 1 bar stool away from you. You couldn’t help but slightly turn your head to look and to your misfortune, it’s the one person you despise most in this world, Sally Fucking McKenna. When Donovan’s mom confessed that she was responsible for Sally’s death, all you could think was good riddance.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You spat before taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage.

“Yeah. Surprised to see you in this dump.” She took a puff of her cigarette before insulting you. “Bitch.”

“Sally. You will treat this fine lady with respect.” The deep, male voice coming from behind you startled you. Sally responded by ashing her cigarette and leaving elsewhere.

“Thank you. Even though I had it under control.” You thanked the stranger who made his way to your view.

“Nonsense. It is I that values every guest that steps foot inside my hotel.” The man sat beside you. He was fair skinned, with a pencil thin mustache, groomed hair and wore a suit. Other than the tone of his voice similar to Clark Gable, the cigarette holder in between his teeth threw you off a little. It’s like this man used a time machine being fresh out of the ‘20s.

“You own this hotel?”

“Ah yes. Introductions are in order. My name is James Patrick March.” He said proudly as he gazed at the walls and light fixtures. Liz slid him a glass of whiskey and he took a sip, then brought his focus back to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You felt that an introduction of your last name was too old and formal for you.

“Might I ask, what brings you to my hotel?”

“Oh I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“I see. Do you care for a companion while you wait?”

“Of course of course. I enjoy making new friends.”

James shot you a grin before getting Liz’s attention. “Cleopatra, would you please get Y/N whatever it is she may need until she scurries off with her acquaintances.”

“What? No? I’m okay. I don’t mind paying for my drinks. Plus, it won’t be too long until my friends are ready.”

“No matter, dear. See to it that a stunning creature such as yourself deserves it.”

You almost choked on your own spit from James’s statement. No one as handsome as him has ever complimented you in that way and you couldn’t help but blush. You even crossed one leg over the other and straightened your back to look put together.

“T-thank you.”

The next few minutes led to you asking a handful of questions about James’s beloved hotel seeing that it makes him happy talking about it. He even listened in on your babbling about the extravagant parties you’ve attended in the past. But not yet have you informed him about your nature of being a blood sucker in order to survive.

You were too caught up in this bubble with James that you didn’t even notice your friends appearing behind you. And this time around, you wanted them to take their time because you wanted to get to know James more and more. After all, he is very charming and also good looking.

“James.” Elizabeth spat.

“Elizabeth.” James spat back, standing up to show his height compared to hers. You narrowed your eyes at the two in confusion for the sound of hatred for each other.

“All ready to go, love?” Elizabeth asked, gazing at you with those eyes covered in well blended eyeshadow and sharp, winged eyeliner.

“Huh?” You snapped yourself out of it. “Oh yeah let’s go.” Just as you were about to gesture your hand to shake James’s hand, he acquires your fingers, lifting it so that he could plant a kiss on your knuckles. Elizabeth scoffed at his gesture but you didn’t even noticed.

“Pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” James slowly let’s go of your fingers in his grasp as if it was a delicate object.

“Nice meeting you too James. I’ll see you around.”

As you were walking closer to the entrance and further away from James, you couldn’t help but glance behind you to take one last good look at him. There he was, his hands behind his back, still standing in same spot you said your goodbyes at, just watching you as you leave.

Once you passed through the doors of the Hotel Cortez with Donovan and Elizabeth by his side, you could already hear a car honking from a distance being it’s normal to hear every 5 minutes in Los Angeles.

James also didn’t leave your mind just yet and you couldn’t help but burden Elizabeth with your question. “How do you and James know each other?”

“Oh, just an old friend, sweetheart. We go way back.” Elizabeth shot you a quick elevator look, then brought her view back to the traffic as the three of you wait for your limo. “But, I see he’s taken an interest in you.”

“Are you serious? You’re kidding.” You crossed your arms in front of you in disbelief as you stifled a smile. The Countess has to be lying. But then again, when has she ever lied to you? She’s always been a very straightforward person with you.

“Really best friend?” Donovan scoffed playfully. “Only a fool wouldn’t notice.”

Wow. At first you thought James was just being friendly to you only because you’re in his hotel. But, finding out that he views you more than just that, even though this is the first time meeting him, brings butterflies in your stomach.

And now you want to find the soonest excuse to come back to the hotel Cortez so that you can resume your conversation with Mr. March.

Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well! 

“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best. 

“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him. 

“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-” 

“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good. 

“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest. 

“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew. 

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that. 

“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.” 

“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.” 

Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what? 

You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully. 

“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”

At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way! 

“So, what do yeh think, buddy?” 

“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart. 

“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?” 

“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside. 

How could you have been so stupid? 

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Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore

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Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

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You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

Broken

Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 17.)

CHAPTER TITLE: We Need to Talk

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
After witnessing Negan’s brutal attack, you keep your distance from both men until they decide that they need to talk to you and admit something very important. 
Word Count: 3,383
Warning: SMUT!!! (voyeurism)
Author’s Note: Yessss. I am all for make-up, slow sex in stories especially with these two! Anyway, I did a time jump simply because I think the Reader needed to just gather her thoughts. Aside from that, it finally happened!! I wonder when the Reader will admit it too? Hm… Enjoy! :-) Also, thanks to RoxtheRoxie on AO3 for suggesting the new route I will be taking that will involve tons of angst! :-)

(GIF Source: @jeffrey-daddy-morgan​ || @stevenblogg​)

You couldn’t sleep for the past few days since Negan attacked the group that you familiarized yourself with the other night. The sounds of his bat connecting with the skulls of the two victims were implanted in your mind as if it wanted you to remember.

Since the incident, you kept your distance with both men. You had bumped into them on occasion, but you simply nodded and continued walking. You couldn’t look at either Simon or Negan due to the looks on their faces from the previous night. They had turned into ruthless monsters, but deep down, you knew it was simply a façade they both had to keep to make sure the Sanctuary was running smoothly.

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Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook Reaction to Pretending to be Your Boyfriend

Part of Pretending to be your boyfriend

Part I, Part II, Part III

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (4)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 4 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,101 


You were pushed up against the wall with Minseok and Sehun on either side of you and two knives up against your throat. Your heart was banging against your chest but you were too stunned to cry at this time. You felt as though time had stopped.

“What address do you want us to send the dismembered parts to?” Minseok asked, smiling into your ear, pressing his blade closer to your skin. You closed your eyes and swallowed hard, only a miracle could save you now.
“You really need to learn how to answer questions that are directed towards you bitch. Although I guess that won’t matter by the time we’re done with you.” He said, lightly running his blade down the left side of your throat and leaving some blood in its path, he looked directly into your eyes and smiled licking his blade clean. He really was mad. You were concentrating on the small speck of your blood that had been left behind on the corner of his mouth, when you were interrupted by a sharp pain. Sehun was dragging his knife down your right thigh, painfully slowly. You cried out in pain making both him and Minseok laugh.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You turned to your right.

Kyungsoo. Oh God not another, two was enough you didn’t need three of them ripping away at your skin.
Sehun jumped up slightly, dropping his knife to the ground. Whilst Minseok looked towards Kyungsoo with an unimpressed expression.
“What?” he mumbled, “can’t you see we’re busy?” He placed his knife against your throat again.

“Junmyeon isn’t going to be happy about his; I already told you guys if anyone’s to deal with her it’s going to be him!”
Junmyeon? You hadn’t heard that name before and you were beginning to wonder just how many of these men there were.
Minseok paused, letting out a heavy breath, which you felt ripple through the hairs on your neck. He pulled the knife away from your neck and turned round slowly to meet Kyungsoo’s eyes. Maybe this was your miracle.

“You seem to be forgetting that I’m the oldest Kyungsoo. I’ll do what I want, when I want to do it.”
You tried to edge slowly away from them, but you were unsuccessful in your attempt. Grabbing your wrist, Minseok pulled you back and threw you against the wall. “I’m not done with you yet, bitch!” he spat, turning to look at you over his shoulder, then redirecting his gaze back to Kyungsoo.

“Minseok. Stop before Junmyeon finds out.” Kyungsoo snatched the knife out of Sehun’s hand and stretched his hand out towards Minseok, waiting for him to give him his knife.

“Stop before I find out what?”

You looked to your left and saw Suho standing in a white robe. “What’s all this noise, and why are you all up at this time.” He looked around the corridor before his eyes rested on you. “What is she doing here?” He frowned looking up at Kyungsoo.

“I don’t know Junmyeon, I just got here” Kyungsoo said walking up to him and giving him the knife he’d retrieved from Sehun. You were so confused, why was he calling Suho Junmyeon? And why was Kyungsoo always requesting for Chanyeol to call him D.O. for that matter.
Minseok scoffed, turning around to you and placing the blade right under your chin. You shook your head, “Please, please don’t do this.” you sniffed, tears escaping your eyes.

“Shut up!” he half-shouted, “crying only makes me want to hurt you more.”

“Minseok, what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?!” Suho raced up beside him dragging him back by the shoulder and pulling him off of you. “I said if Chanyeol messes up then I’ll deal with her, I made that very clear.”
Minseok pushed Suho backwards onto the wall next to you and positioned himself in front of him. His face had turned red and his chest was heaving with rage. You took this opportunity to try and edge yourself a little further away from them. “I’ll do what I want when I want Junmyeon!”
Suho pushed him back and punched him in jaw. “Put the knife away Minseok! Now!”
“NO!” Minseok screamed, “Where is my respect! Why don’t any of you fucking respect me!?” He threw his knife at the opposite side of the room.

“AHH FUCK!” you heard Kyungsoo scream. Your eyes widened in shock and horror. The knife had gone straight into Kyungsoo’s shoulder; he doubled over in pain, trying to pull the blade out.

“Don’t. You’ll only bleed more if you do.” You said in one breath, trying to calm yourself down as you were still in shock from the situation. Also you didn’t desire to see blood spurting out from his shoulder into every direction; you had seen enough blood for one night. All of a sudden Minseok had spun around, slapping you hard across the face. “Shut up! This is all your fault you bitch. I promise you, you won’t be alive and breathing for much longer.”
You cried, the burning sensation on your cheek becoming too much. You let your body slide down the length of the wall that your back was still flat against and watched as Minseok stormed off and disappeared out of sight around the corner.

“Sehun, go and get Baekhyun. Kyungsoo needs help. And you” Suho sneered stabbing a finger into your chest “Go and get your boyfriend. Tell him to go to the board. And tell him to bring a bulletproof vest with him if he wants to stay alive.”

                                                           ***
“Why did you leave the room in the first place Y/N!” Chanyeol shouted at you, banging his fists against the bedroom wall.
“Because you wouldn’t let me go Chanyeol. I don’t know what’s going on here, but all I know is that I can’t trust you anymore. I had to get out to save myself!” You screamed back at him. You’d never argued with Chanyeol like this before, he was like a brother to you and although you had your infrequent falling-outs, they were never over anything serious, it was always trivial, like him promising to come round for dinner and not showing up or you cancelling a movie night in with him. Now you were arguing with him about your life and never in a million years did you think he would treat this as a trivial subject and question your safety.
“Don’t you think I have a reason for acting the way I’m acting Y/N!” he groaned running his fingers through his hair and staring you directly in the eye. For a moment it was as though you could see Park Chanyeol, the man that you knew and had grown to be close with. It was as though his eyes were yearning to tell you something, but just as quickly his expression became hostile again, grabbing your wrist he pulled you over to the door, removing the bullet proof vest that was on the peg behind it. You were alarmed; you thought Suho had just been making an empty threat. You didn’t think he’d actually need it. “You’re coming with me Y/N, you’re going to explain yourself to Suho and the guys and apologise to Kyungsoo and so help me God if I die tonight Y/N I’m making sure you’re buried six feet deep next to me.”

Chanyeol had dragged you down the corridor and into a silent room on the right hand side. The interior was a mixture of White and Navy blue, with a huge white table in the middle surrounded by 12 sofa chairs. There were 5 men in there already sitting around the table all with blank expressions, looking up at you and Chanyeol when you entered the room. You had recognised: Suho, Jongdae and Sehun the other two however were new faces. They were staring at you intently so you looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact. You weren’t sure where Kyungsoo was, or Minseok for that matter, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed that they weren’t here, especially Minseok. Before you could get the chance to fully settle your heartbeat it was sent racing again at the sound of a gunshot.
“Oh My!” you screamed, caught off guard witnessing Suho pointing the gun at Chanyeol’s  chest and shooting directly at him.

“So you wore the bullet proof vest then.” Suho mumbled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “Good, because I guarantee that you would’ve been dead otherwise. I need to get rid of this accumulated anger that you’ve slowly built up inside me and this seemed like the most plausible way.” He lowered his gun placing it on the table in front of him, taking a seat he crossed his fingers over each other and signalled for both of you to sit down; you followed your orders swiftly and obediently. “Care to tell me why your girlfriend was out of her room at early hours of the morning Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol cleared his throat glaring at you, turning his head back to Suho opening his mouth to speak, but you interjected, not because you cared about Chanyeol at this particular point in time, but because you cared about you and if you wanted to stay alive then he’d have to stay alive as well.

“Actually he didn’t know that I had –”

Suho banged his fist against the table “I didn’t ask for you to speak sweetie.” Venom laced on his tongue as he spoke. “Chanyeol, you’re really messing up lately you know that buddy?” He picked up his gun inspecting it as he spoke, “bringing your girlfriend to the club, forgetting your arms and now Kyungsoo is injured. Do you know what negative impact that has on us? we planned a raid for weeks Chan, now Kyungsoo is injured, what are we supposed to do now, huh?” He pointed the barrel of his gun at Chanyeol, from the other end of the table. “I’m telling you now Chanyeol, if you don’t at least try patching up this mess you can kiss goodbye to your girlfriend. Tonight.” He turned to look at you, “if you don’t sort out your behaviour sweetie your head won’t be the only with a bullet through it.” He looked back at Chanyeol again and shot at his vest again, clearly conveying to you what he meant by his previous statement.

Chanyeol stood up dragging you out of the room behind him, being dragged about like a dog on a leash had become a common occurrence so you’d given up trying to fight it and just allowed it to happen by this point in time.

“Oi, Chanyeol!” You heard a voice call from behind you causing yourself and him to turn around
it was one of the men you hadn’t recognised, but the shorter one out of the two, his hair was black and his frame wasn’t as big as Chanyeol’s. “What shit have you gotten yourself into now?”

“Please, leave me alone” Chanyeol rolled his eyes dragging you into the room with him and closing the door behind the two of you, but the man had snaked his foot through stopping the door from shutting completely and pushing it open again. “I’m not in the mood for being lectured, get out!” 

“I’m not here to lecture you Chanyeol, when have I ever been one to do all of that stuff, I just want to know what’s going on. And I wanted to meet your lady friend that’s causing quite the ruckus up in here.” He hung his head on the side looking you up and down. But it didn’t make you feel as uncomfortable as when Sehun did it. In fact this man wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable at all. You were feeling quite the opposite, somehow relaxed. You turned around sighing up at Chanyeol.

“Please tell me what’s going on Chan, I want to go home.”You pouted. 

”Oh, she really doesn’t know?” The man asked Chanyeol not removing his gaze from you. Chanyeol shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “Maybe you should just fill her in, no?”

Just then you heard a vibrating coming from the clothes you were wearing previously before you got into bed. It was your phone. You took it out of your pocket and looked at the caller I.D. it was your work place. You were half an hour late something highly out of character for you. Just then the dark haired man grabbed your phone smashing it against the wall and crushing it under his foot. 

“Sorry Doll, none of that around here.” 

Maybe you were wrong to feel so relaxed around him after all.

Waking Up in Vegas

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Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: The reader spends a wild weekend in Vegas with her best friends, but what happens in Vegas doesn’t necessarily stay there.

Word Count: About 2.3k

A/N: Sooo this is my first time writing a rpf or anything outside the Teen Wolf and Supernatural fandom, but let me know what you think because this makes me nervous!

Tagging: @imaginebeinghamiltrash

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

There’s no need for this gif, I just like it.


The sun was shining through the window punishing me for whatever I did the night before or to remind me why I should’ve refused that sixth shot. Judging by the intensity of my brain pounding against my skull, it must have been seven. As soon as I had any strength to pull my eyes open, I quickly squeezed them shut once more. Maybe I could try again later, when my head doesn’t feel like it could explode at any moment.

The night before, I went out with my best friends, Gina and Ava, we ran into another group of friends who were visiting from out of town as well and became our drinking buddies for the night.

I was still in Vegas.

I reached down, to pull the covers over my shoulders and tugged slightly.

A sharp intake to breath, followed by a groan came from under me, “Highly doubt that’s what you’re looking for”

Finally realizing the “blanket” was a grown man and my hand was still between his legs, I jumped to the other side of the mattress, lost my balance, and fell off the bed entirely. Somehow I managed not to scream.

“Are you alright?”, he panicked making his way to my side to help me

He pulled me up, reassuring me that everything was fine. There was very little space between us. Bits and pieces of the night before resurfaced as I got a good look at his face. Running into him and his two friends, taking shots as a group, bar hopping, then separating ourselves from everyone else. In the corner of the bar, we ignored the world around us and made out like teenagers.

The more I remembered about being on my own with him, the faster the blush spread across my cheeks. We were standing next to the bed, staring at each other like the night before as if nothing else mattered in this moment except the two of us. I finally averted my gaze and looked down. If my blush wasn’t bad before, it most certainly was worse now.

We were both still naked.

I jumped back grabbing the blanket to cover up and squeezed my eyes shut.

“You’re not wearing any clothes”

“And neither are you”, he laughed as he found his boxers to put on, “It’s not like we didn’t see it all last night”

“Do you even remember anything?”, I asked nervously shifting back and forth

“We ran into you and your friends and bar hopped. Around the time we reached the third bar, things got a little fuzzy. You can look now”

“Do you remember the dancing?”, I asked as I began searching for my bra

He pulled it from under his jeans on the ground and tossed it to me, “We didn’t dan…oh. I asked you to dance and surprisingly you said yes”

“We drank..a lot. You shouldn’t be that surprised”, I stated as I motioned for him to turn around so I could put it on

Our clothes were thrown all over the floor and furniture, a bottle of champagne knocked off the table along with a lamp, a bouquet of flowers were scattered across the floor, and a condom wrapper was on the nightstand.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I took him in. He was gorgeous to say the least. A knowing smirk spread across his face and I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment for a second time.

What if they’re still asleep?”, a voice mumbled from behind the door

Then we wake them. We do have to get back home you know”, another said

They knocked three times before they hesitantly pushed the door open.

“Daveed? (Y/N)?”, a man I recognized as one of his friends stepped in with his hands over his eyes, “Are you up yet?”

“Rafa, put your hand down. We’re decent”, he answered

“Thank God”, Rafa sighed as he moved his hand away and looked at the state of the room, “Seems like someone had an eventful night.”

“One that we can’t seem to remember entirely”, he mumbled

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to that third bar”, Ava said as she walked into the room, looking around the same way Rafa did

We all nodded in agreement.

“Adrienne and I are gonna get dressed in our room. After that we’re all going out for breakfast…brunch…we’re going out to get food! So be ready”, Rafa said as he turned to leave the room

“Those flowers weren’t here when we got the room, right?”, Ava finally asked

Rafa turned on his heel and marched right back in, eyeing the floor, “Aww Diggs that’s so romantic”, he cooed

“Get out”, he laughed as he threw a pillow at him

I don’t remember much, but I definitely don’t recall getting flowers either.

Daveed sat next to me, across from us, Rafa sat next to Adrienne, while Gina sat across from Ava. Gina was chatting animatedly about our upcoming proposal for work, but I could barely hear what she was saying. Daveed and I were in our own little world, talking about what ever came to mind.

His gaze never left mine and that shy smile never wavered.

What I would give to remember the rest of the night I spent with him. His eyes lingered on my lips for all of two seconds before Rafa started to call our names.

“Attention lovebirds!”, he laughed along with everyone else, “Our food is here”

We both looked at the plates in front of us, wondering when it got there. We were so caught up in each other, we never noticed. He gave me another shy grin before picking up his fork and directing his attention to his food.

“Are you excited for your proposal (Y/N)?”, Adrienne asked after a moment of silence

“What proposal?”, Daveed nearly choked, “I didn’t know you were here for a wedding"

“Smooth”, Rafa mumbled as Adrienne began to laugh at the expense of her friend

“No. Gina and I are working on something to get Tollville Industries to sign with our marketing company. If we get them to sign, the company gets more recognition and of course money, but we get–”

“Promotions!”, Gina sang, “And on top of that I get to see my girlfriend everyday because we’ll finally be working in the same building!”

“We live together”, Ava said as she tried not to smile

But their grins said it all. All three of us were beyond excited and terrified for this presentation. If we fail, our boss, who didn’t have any faith in us in the first place, will never let us hear the end of it. We needed this more than ever.

The excitement seemed to be rubbing off on the rest of the table as they begin to smile as well.

“That sounds amazing. Isn’t Tollville one of the top industries for–”

“Yup. Which is also why this may be one of the most terrifying moments of my life”, I mumbled

“You’ve got this. There’s plenty of time to prepare. It can be terrifying when you have all eyes on you, but trust me you forget about it soon enough and all is well”, Daveed said softly

“Is this coming from a previous experience?”

“Experiences”, Rafa chimed in, “We’ve been running this workshop that’s a cross between poetry and theater. We do performances all the time”

The rest of conversation went on about their workshop, how they put it all together, and how they met and became friends in the first place. Daveed’s smile started waiver once the check came. Our time together was coming to an end.

A part of me wanted things to work out, but this was a one night stand there’s nothing to it. You have your fun, say your goodbyes, and move on with your life. This may have been my first one, but I’m sure I know how they work. And that’s what I needed to do given that he lives on the west coast and I live in New York.

After leaving the restaurant, Rafa and Adrienne said their goodbyes and waited for Daveed.

“I guess I can’t say ‘I’ll see you around’ then”, he said softly

“I guess not”

He looked at me and smiled. The look in his eye told me he had something to ask, but couldn’t get it out.

“What?”, I asked

“This was just supposed to be a one night stand. I know this, but I want to ask for your number anyway”, he paused, “If that’s alright with you”

I grinned as I pulled a pen from my purse and scribbled my number on his wrist.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around”, I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, “Bye Daveed”

“Goodbye (Y/N)”

We went our separate ways with them heading back to their hotel while we headed to the airport. I knew this could be a risk, but there was no harm in being just friends, right?

Three Weeks Later

I hadn’t heard anything from Daveed since we left Vegas, which I chose to keep in the back of my mind. Getting this proposal prepared for next week has slightly taken over my life. The late nights and early mornings with Gina and Ava started getting to me by the time Wednesday rolled around. At least today was Friday and I had two hours left.

I finished the rest of my coffee, which did little to wake me up. Trying to resist the urge to throw my computer through the window proved to be a challenge given my sleep deprivation and apparent immunity to caffeine.

The research I was conducting had hit a dead end just as my office door was pushed open.

“(Y/N)!”, Greg chirped, “You’re still here, great! I need you to get all the info from the meeting we were in not too long ago. Margaret took notes on it and it’s a mess, no one understands it. So I need you to organize all of it, tables, charts, the whole nine”

“That was from three weeks ago. Why doesn’t Margaret just organize it herself? They are her notes”, I said trying to keep myself in check

“(Y/N), you’re not listening. I told you to do it. Besides I gave Margaret the rest of the day off”, he grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing, “Make sure it’s emailed to me by midnight tonight. Have fun”, he sang as he practically pranced out my office

It was now four o’clock. I was supposed to get off at five, yet here I am organizing someone else’s notes because my boss is a dick.

Maybe I should keep my computer and just toss Greg out the window instead.

I grabbed Margaret’s notes off and got to work. By five everyone, including Greg, were leaving the building. I was nowhere near finished.

“Make sure everything is on my desk by Monday morning so we have time for practice runs”, Gina grinned, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be getting off at five too?”

“Not anymore”, I groaned, “Greg decided that I needed to organize Margaret’s notes from that meeting from three weeks ago because no one can understand them. It’s damn near twenty pages and she has the tiniest handwriting I’ve ever seen!”

“That bastard can’t do that!”, she said as she started to remove her coat, “Give me some of her papers. We’re gonna get this finished so you can get home and sleep”

“Gina, that won’t be necessary”, Greg said, magically weaseling his way into my office, “This is a solo project for (Y/N). You two have been so busy working on your little project, that you seem to forget that you have actual work to do. Leave (Y/N) be, she can handle it herself. If she can’t, then I don’t understand the purpose of us hiring her in the first place”

She shot a glare at Greg before making her way out the office. As Greg made his way out, he gave me a sickening grin. I should have thrown him out the window when I had the chance.

By nine thirty, I ran out the office after emailing Greg what he needed. If I didn’t get a drink, food, and some sleep soon, there would be hell to pay.I grabbed all my things, practically running out the building to be free for the weekend.

After getting the mail, I made my way into my apartment, kicking my heels off in the process. As the stress of the week started to dissipate, there was finally enough energy to go through the bills. One envelope stood out from the rest. It was the size of a normal sheet of paper, with an address from Las Vegas. It was probably a bill from the way we left the hotel room.

Reading the address was all it took to get my mind on Daveed again. There’s no reason I should be thinking of his warm brown eyes or that shy smile that made me feel things I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be smiling and thinking about him, when I know he isn’t thinking of me. He asked for my number and never called. Lesson learned I guess.

I opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. It had a gold embellishments with the names being the only thing written in cursive, but everything else could be read clear as day. A part of me thought it was sent to the wrong house until my eyes landed on my name along with the same man I met before leaving.

‘This certifies that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Daveed Diggs were joined in marriage before witnesses. This day, November 18, 2017’

‘Witness: Ava Nichols’

‘Witness: Rafael Casal’

Holy shit.

Mutual Understanding//03

Wonho/Shin Hoseok x Reader x Mark Tuan

Word Count:3,261

Warnings:Warnings: Characters other than Wonho and Mark are not real. They were created to further the story.

A/N:I’m glad to see a positive response to this series so far:) Now get ready for some real confliiict. I love writing dialogue. This chapter is real angsty. I didn’t completely proofread it because I’m sleepy so sorry for typos

The gifs do not belong to me. Credit to the owners:)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

You ran to the library, making no stops on the way. There was heat flooding your cheeks and you just wanted the feeling to stop. When you got to the library, you came to a halt, waiting for Mark to get done with his current customer. You took this time to calm down. Once Mark was done, you stood in front of him, unspeaking, just looking at him with a look that showed how flustered you still were.

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No Matter What.

Request from @iknowyouwuvme:Steve x csa victim reader where she’s triggered and Steve finds her and she reveals the truth and he accidentally confesses his feelings while comforting her.

Note: First of all I would just like to apologise for the delay in posting this! I never want my requests to take this long to get to you but life has been rather hectic lately! Changed it a little - just in regards to how he confesses his feelings so I hope you still enjoy it.

Steve x Reader

Words: 2,259

Warnings: A little bit of violence and mention of kidnap…think that is pretty much it to be honest!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You had been awake for half an hour now, your vision having focused properly just mere minutes after you came out of the forced sleep you had been put into, and yet still you can’t figure out where you are. Nothing about the room around you seems familiar in any way – you certainly weren’t in Stark Tower that much is obvious just by the uncomfortable feeling that is beginning to make your stomach knot itself up.

The last thing you remember is meeting up with Steve for a coffee; it was your usual Monday morning thing to do - mainly because you would be hungover from the weekend of partying you had just done and he would be wanting to sober you up being ever the gentleman that he was. Then you had gone your separate ways, he headed for the park to go on some ridiculously long run with Sam while you set off on your three block walk to Stark Tower to start your day…everything was just as it should have been.

But then there was a van, a dark one you remember that much, and before you could even consider defending yourself a pair of arms had taken a hold of you as something sharp was driven into your neck.

At the very memory your hand travels up to the particularly sore spot on your neck. Obviously whatever it had been was enough to render you unconscious for an extended period of time because as you looked towards the only window in the room and saw that night had fallen already.

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