not gonna lie this is the kind of conversation my friends and i have every day

me being (very) brutally honest with the signs

Aries- You’re such a goddamn hothead all the goddamn time. Not everyone likes to be constantly doing something every second of every day. You get angry with people for the smallest and most trivial reasons but god forbid someone take a dig at you. You’re such a hypocrite and it’s annoying as fuck. You act like an edgy teenager that’s constantly throwing a tantrum. You also boss people around and expect everyone to just follow your lead and if they don’t, you get pissed at them for having a mind of their own. You seriously need to take a look at your life and stop seeing everything as a fucking challenge that’s rigged against you. My god, I get tired just being in your presence. 

Taurus- You’re a lazy fuck and way too materialistic and possessive. You literally have no desire to do anything because you love to sit on your ass. You take “treat yourself” to a whole new level and not in a healthy way whatsoever. It seems like every chance you get you cause arguments and then you contradict whatever the other person is saying just because you can’t look at anything from a different point of view. Even if you get to the point where you realize you’re in the wrong and the other person is right, you’ll just continue to argue for the sake of arguing and god forbid your ego take even the slightest blow. It’s irritating as shit like you really think you know best when in reality you’re just a stubborn bitch. What a bore.

Gemini- Look, I know you guys get a lot of flak. But take this into consideration…… it’s because most if not all of it is FUCKING TRUE. You have so many different personalities I don’t know which one is even real. You gossip 24/7 and flip-flop between who you talk to and who you talk about. You’re completely unreliable and unpredictable and also clingy as fuck. Seriously, I feel like I can’t get away from you. I just want to go to the bathroom, I don’t need to hear the story right now about how Sarah said that Dylan said that Kimberly found a sock in the dryer that wasn’t hers. Literally no one cares. Another thing that you do is once you get tired of someone, you just throw them away like garbage. (Also Trump is a gemini, and I know you guys can’t control that but like come on. Of course he’s a gemini.)

Cancer- You really need to stop being so whiny or I’m actually going to lose it. Everyone has problems so stop acting like such a victim all the goddamn time. You’re so moody all the time and you act like a small child that needs to have their diaper changed. You also cling onto people as soon as you meet them and cry if someone doesn’t answer your text within 5 fucking minutes. Don’t you have your own life to live? Oh wait, I forgot you spend every second in a dark room and refuse to come outside unless it’s to answer the door because you ordered shitty takeout. You consider changing your clothes adventurous and honestly it’s so boring. Introverted doesn’t even describe you, you’re more like a complete hermit (CRAB. HA!)

Leo- Hey leo, wow, are you actually reading this? I’m kind of shocked because I never thought you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Seriously, you’re probably the most vain sign out of all of us. So much so that if someone criticizes you in even the smallest way, you get so offended and act like you’ve been shot in the chest. You think so highly of yourself, and while it’s great to have confidence, you take it to the next level, which is extreme arrogance. You love to have the conversation focused around you. You’re the type of friend that if someone is telling you about their problem or just their day in general, you’ll interrupt them and start talking about yourself and it’s DAMN ANNOYING. How do you still have friends?

Virgo- I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You’re so quick to critique other people that you write them off as not good enough before even getting to know them. You’re the type of person that would tell their friend that they were breathing too loudly. For fucks sake, you’re such an over analyzing pedant it makes me want to slap you in the face with my fucking asymmetrical hand. Your pessimism is damn near blinding, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around you for more than 10 minutes or you’d make me feel self conscious about how I fucking walk or some shit. You can’t take or make a joke. You’re skeptical about everything and you’re completely inflexible. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual but really you’re stuck up, narrow minded and someone I constantly find myself rolling my eyes at.

Libra- You are manipulative as shit. You’ll tell someone they look good without even looking up from your phone. You lie all the time and don’t really give a fuck if you hurt other people’s feelings because you really only look out for yourself. You’re also a huge fucking coward. When your friends need you to have their back and actually be there for them, you run and hide and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t want to get involved!”. What a lame fucking excuse for ditching your friend in their time of need. You’re also extremely indecisive to the point where it’ll take you 3 hours just to choose where you want to go eat. It’s tiring as fuck. Just MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Have your own fucking opinion. You’re like a goddamn sheep.

Scorpio- Why the FUCK are you so aggressive for no fucking reason? You manipulate people just for the fun of it. You get jealous so easily and usually you don’t even have a reason to be jealous. You just are. It’s pathetic. You like to think that you’re so cool and mysterious but in reality people just see you as a moody and brooding asshole that no one really wants to bother getting to know. I mean, why would they? What’s the point? Every time someone even tries to get close to you, you completely brush them off and act like you don’t care about them because keeping your “mystifying” aura is soo important to you. And if you do let someone in, you treat them like they’re your possession and it’s creepy as hell. You obsess over them and you want to control them. God forbid they hang out with someone that isn’t you and then you resent them for no goddamn reason other than having a life of their own. Do me a favor scorpio and don’t talk to me.

Sagittarius- Honestly if a sag is reading this, you’re just straight up getting a taste of your own medicine. You’re tactless as shit and it makes me not want to be around you, ever. You’re inconsiderate of others and impatient with everyone. If someone isn’t moving up to your standards you will become agitated and aggressive and then you take it out on the person. You constantly need to be doing something else because your attention span lasts about 2 fucking seconds. You act like an 8 year old. You’re also really superficial. You don’t bother getting to know the deeper layers of a person because, like I said, you’re impatient and also just plain lazy. You take people for granted and are careless when handling the feelings of people closest to you. You’re also a really self-obsessed know-it-all. Go climb a fucking tree, sag.

Capricorn- Four words. Lighten. The fuck. Up. You are by far the most power-hungry of all the signs. You take everything so completely seriously that I don’t even know if you understand what “fun” even is. You always have to have two feet on the ground at all times and you can never ever be spontaneous and it’s so fucking dull. You’re conservative and disdainful nature can be so overbearing at times that even your friends need to get away from you. That is, if you have friends. You’re a complete pessimist so who knows if anyone can actually tolerate that. You constantly have to be the most successful person in a room, and you make sure you reach this level of success through abusive and controlling behavior towards the people around you. Your selfishness grosses me out.

Aquarius- I asked you what time it was. I didn’t ask you if I was afraid of time passing or the fact that it’s a manmade construct. For fucks sake, just shut the fuck up about this deep shit for once. I don’t want to contemplate how large the universe really is at fuckin 8:30 am on a Monday. You’re rebellious even when it doesn’t matter and honestly all it does is piss people off. You’re constantly trying to deviate from the norm that you make the same fucking mistakes that other people already made, but you don’t fucking learn from other people’s mistakes because you always have to go your own way. Maybe listen to other people for once? You’re the most detached sign out of all of them and you hurt people by acting aloof all the fucking time but you don’t care because you chalk it up to “this is who I am!!! I need my freedom!!!!”. You need to actually think about how your actions affect people you care about because if you don’t, you’re REALLY gonna end up alone and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. 

Pisces- You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time and get it through your head that you’re not always the damn victim. You don’t take responsibility for your actions and you always find a way to blame it on someone else because you’re NEVER in the wrong, are you? Poor little pisces. You’re not as innocent as you want everyone to believe. You’re constantly daydreaming and it becomes really annoying when I’m trying to talk to you and you just completely zone out because you love living in your little imaginary world. You’re the WORST at solving your own problems and conflicts because instead of dealing with them you just avoid it all together and end up leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. You’re really nosy- you love to get in other people’s business. But you don’t go to the person directly, you have to be sneaky about it and gather rumors from other people. You’re also very over-sensitive. Out of all the signs, you’re by far the most likely to respond to this post saying how this isn’t true and that I’m just a “big fat meany!!!” and then add a bunch of angry/crying emojis.

(disclaimer: Don’t worry, I don’t really hate your sign (unless you’re a  * * * * * * … lmao). This was just for fun and I know it’s harsh. Don’t take it too personally. You’re an individual and ultimately you determine who you really are. Except for you, * * * * * * . Fuck you.) 

☾late night talks with tom

Originally posted by spiderling--parker

a/n: i discovered this band called cigarettes after sex about a year and a half ago and fell in love. honestly, their music is the most calming, mellow, and relaxing stuff i’ve ever heard. i found this playlist that has their music with a couple other songs from different artists, who are just as amazing♥ this also turned out to be a lot longer than i anticipated but OH WELL ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[for dialogue, italic is for y/n and bold is for tom]

listen to this while reading♫

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// I know this didn’t really ask for nsfw but I still felt it
so slight nsfw ahead



- He was on break at rehearsals when his phone lit up, alerting him that he had gotten a message from you.

- Instantly he’s like Oh boy!! It’s my angel coming to wish me good luck!!!

- Then he opens it with a big grin expecting a cute little note and holy shit he literally drops his phone and a coworker goes to pick it up for him and he sCREAMS NO DONT TOUCH THAT

- Instantly finds a closet or bathroom and might send you a quick nude tbh even if you were just in underwear with a dirty message he’ll send a dick pic or something no shame

- He’s so turned on by the situation of receiving something like that in public not gonna lie, it’s so exhilarating and from his picture.. you can tell he’s pretty excited ,,

- Messes up his lines a lot after that because all he can think of is fucking you when he gets home and just wants the day to be done

- Expect the beast to be released as soon as he steps through that door


- In the middle of a meeting when you sent it, it was a pretty boring one so he decided to break his table manners and look at it anyways

- When he opens it he gets chills THE GOOD KIND you know when you eat something that tastes like jesus tears or see something really aesthetic, yeah that’s the chills he gets because it was so unexpected and he literally worships your body

- His eyebrows raise too which cause a lot of people to notice he isn’t paying attention and they call him out on it so he has no choice but to leave you on read

- That’s terrifying for you because is he mad?? did he not like it? Why is there no response

- As soon as he escapes from the meeting he calls you and asks a million questions

- He’s asking about how new the lingerie is, the designer, literally everything like what the fucc Jumin why is this important

- But expect amazing phone sex once he gets into his personal office because he’s so worked up about that picture he can’t help himself, its fun to imagine what you’re doing on the other line as well.



- His knees sHOOT UP and hit the desk when he gets the picture and the professor starts to get really upset with him shit

- At lunch break he’ll text you back with a million cringey emojis and saying how he needs a warning next time babe his boner was so obvious to hide while walking out of class

- Start to send dirty messages and he will flip; his face is so red people are like hey Yoosung are you okay?? literally looks like he’s having an allergic reaction.

- If he gets away to hide in the bathroom he WONT send a nude but he’ll send a picture of him in the mirror with a tomato face captioned “ look at what you’ve done to me!! ;; ” and it’s just adorable, screensaver material


- Like Jumin, she was in the middle of a meeting when she got your message. But waits until everyone’s packing up their things to check it so she doesn’t seem disrespectful.

- As soon as she opens it she’s super surprised and audibly gasps which causes people to start to turn and look she doesn’t know what to do

- So she really quick clicks off her phone and ignores all questions until she can rush to the bathroom or somewhere private to.. take a closer look, at your picture.

- She compliments you because damn you look great how is her girlfriend a literal goddess?? But Love.. im at work right now.

- Exactly that’s the fun it it ~

- She won’t send one back but she might send a few suggestive messages about the things she’s going to do in order to punish you big time when she gets home. dominator jaehee everyone


- He hadn’t come out of his office in days and you were sick of him just coming out to pee or eat some food like no seven, eat me

- The chatroom was the place where you could talk to him because he was in there every so often, so that was nice at least.

- It was just you and him in there, sending pointless messages of jumbled words back and forth. Before you decided to surprise him a bit.

- As soon as you send a revealing picture in the chatroom he literally screams because everyone can see that MC n o

- Saves it right away though before scrambling to delete it from the messenger

- Finally once it’s gone he makes his way to the bedroom to find you, in the same outfit youd worn in the picture. But it looked so much more better in person. expect to be punished with the wrath of god seven-zero-seven himself


- He was at a dinner with some friends who also were photographers, they were just chatting back and forth about different projects and such.

- V had already been shooting you a few texts here and there but didn’t want to seem rude so the conversation was sort of inconsistent.

- He sent a message asking what you were doing all by yourself back home and holy shit the picture you send him makes him jump so fast he hits the table and everyone looks

- His face is really red and everyone asks if he’s okay, he replies yes before apologizing; excusing himself to the restroom.

- When he’s in there he just stares at the picture and gets really flushed and warm before messaging back, something romantic honestly he’s not great at dirty talk

- Fidgety the entire dinner, he can’t focus on conversation all he can think of is what you’re doing at home without him.


- He had been so focused in his computer work that he’d been ignoring you most of the day.

- The first few texts he just glanced at until he saw a picture notification and grew curious. As soon as he opens it he pushes all his work aside to find you.

- Who knew a simple little nude could motivate him so much?

- But he can’t find you anywhere?? Responds asking where are you before saving the picture ;;)

- Saeran.. I was in your office the whole time


- Comes back to his office right away and holy shit there you are, all laid out for him like a perfect little present?? He feels terrible for not even noticing you there but he’ll make up for it.

Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.


I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.


 Well i’m late but it’s finally here, ha.

Also, i read the other posts i made in the omegaverse au tag and i’m sorry for the little mistakes there. i thought i got rid of them :/  well whatever~ hope you like this part guys

Part 1
Part 2
Part 4

Part 5

Bonus :v

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It Will Always Just Be Me

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, smut, angst, fluff (though it’s mostly angst)

Song: Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At the Disco [I’ll never get over how long this song title is]

TW: swearing (aka I lost count of how many times I used the word ‘fuck’)

Word count: 3,212

For @phanny-fics writing competition. This song has been a guilty pleasure of mine lately, and my mind screamed ‘FANFIC THIS.’ Cause you know, this is what happens when I turn to the emo trinity to keep my writing juices flowing. Also, on a random note, when I Googled the lyrics for this song, I literally just typed in ‘panic at the disco lying is’ because there was no way in hell I was gonna type in the entire song title in the search bar. 😅

When she shows up knocking at my door, I’m this close to slamming the door on her face. For an entire week, I didn’t receive a call, text, or any form of communication from her. Not only did she make me crave for her attention, but her ignorance made me feel pathetic. Here I am, pinning my heart for the girl of my dreams. Too bad I’m too stubborn to see that my dream girl is also my worst nightmare.

“What are you doing here?”

She glides into my flat, initially not answering my question. She’s wearing those pair of heels, the black “fuck me” heels that she purposefully teases me with. And her dress… damn it, she shouldn’t be wearing such alluring clothing in public.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

I lock the door. Thank god Phil is spending the entire day with PJ. I don’t need Phil to pity me again for having a weak resolve.

“Who is it this time?”

“What makes you think there’s a who?”

I laugh bitterly. Does she think I’m blind? “I know you, (Y/N). Who’s the poor sap this time?”

She pouts, dropping her purse on the floor. “His name doesn’t matter.”

“So there is a someone.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is if you’re just here to fuck me again,” I snap.

She tenses. Gotcha. She’s way too transparent.

“Stop talking.” She steps closer to me until the front of our bodies touch. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you later. For now-” she snakes her arm around my neck, “Let’s have some fun.”

I have to resist. This isn’t worth it. I’m only going to be left with disappointment again.

“Look at me, Dan.” Her thumb brushes along the corner of my mouth. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been busy-”

“Bullshit. If you were busy, you were busy finding another fuck buddy.” I try to put some distance between our bodies, though she won’t let me. Her arms stay around my neck and now her breasts are squished against my chest.

“It’s not like that.” Her voice trembles and vulnerability replaces her apparent lust. “You know I want to be with you. But we can’t be together. My parents don’t like you. Your fans will bash us.”

Shit, I hate when she pulls that card. She isn’t wrong. Her parents aren’t entirely accepting of the idea of us as anything more than friends. The Phan shippers and zealous fangirls will definitely direct flames toward her. As much as I loathe her behavior, I know she’s doing this to protect my reputation. She’s scared of her feelings for me, so she’s quick to say yes to any man who shows any interest to her, even when all those men only want her for her body.

I’m not that kind of man. I want all of her and so much more.

“It always boils down to that reason, huh?”

She nods. Her dropped guard disappears and her (E/C) irises are back to their lustful state. “Let’s forget all that for now. Please?”

I can’t say no to her.

I cup her cheeks and mash our lips together. She groans, tangling her fingers in my hair. She steps backward until we both fall on the sofa. Our mouths disconnects, and her tantalizing smile makes me forget my resistance.

Our clothes are discarded, left as a messy heap on the floor.

Her heels stay on. If she wears “fuck me” heels, she’s going to get fucked while wearing them.

When we’re naked, I tell her to bend over the arm of the sofa.

“We’re doing this my way,” I whisper huskily in her ear.

She obeys, and I bite my lip at the sight of her wet and ready for me. She yelps when my palm spanks her ass.

“This is for fucking someone behind my back.” Another slap. “This is for making me go seven days without you.” Slap. “Seven.” Slap. “Goddamn.” Slap. “Days.” Slap. “And this is just because I wanted to.”

“Stop teasing me,” she whines.

“I’ll tease you as much as I want to.” When we’re alone like this, I’m in control. She can have me wrapped around her finger again when this is over.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs.

“Beg for it.”

Her breath hitches. She knows this was coming. I won’t give her what she wants that easily.

“Please fuck me.”

“Where would you like me to fuck you?” I graze over her slit with my index finger. “Here?” I move the same finger to her anus. “Or here?”

“W-Whatever you want.”

“Ah.” I move my finger back to her slit. “So here. How would you like me to fuck you?” I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit. “Like this?” My index finger buries into her and I slowly move it in and out. “Or like this?”

“T-that works.”

“Or…” My unoccupied hand guides my cock to her pussy so the tip brushes along her clit. “Would you like me to use this?”

“I don’t care!” she wails. “Just please… please fuck me already.”

There. That’s how I want her: reduced to a needy mess.

So I give her what he wants. She screams in relief when I finally push my cock into her. I pour my week-long frustrations into her. My body thrusts rapidly in and out of her, my hands gripping her hips roughly that I’m certain there’ll be bruises forming by tomorrow morning. In the back of my mind, my gentle side is begging me to slow down, to savor the moment and remember that our time is limited. For her, the concept of forever doesn’t exist for us.

But I don’t care. I’ll take what I can get, even if what I get are scarce leftovers.

Curse words fall from her mouth constantly. Her arms struggle to hold herself up, until it gives out and the upper half of her body slumps atop the couch arm. I’m glad these walls are somewhat soundproof; god forbid the complaints from our neighbors who might think I’m murdering someone in here.

“That’s it,” I croon. “Let it out, (Y/N).”

“Shit… I’m gonna come.”

“Good girl. Come for me. Show me who’s mine.”

She shouts my name, her orgasm causing mine to follow a few seconds later. I drown in the sounds of our pleasure. This was worth waiting an entire week for. This was worth the tension when she waltzed into my home and was capable of shattering the barriers I put up around me.

“Whoa,” she breaths once we finish riding our highs. “I totally missed that.”

“Same here, sweetie.”

“Mmmm…” I pull out of her, moving to lie on the couch. She takes a minute to remove her heels. I’m tempted to spank her again; if she’s showing her backside to me like this on purpose, the joke is on her. I’ve already gotten what I wanted. I can wait another ignorant week.

“His name’s Gordon.” She kicks off her heels and lays down on top of me. She rests her head on my chest. “I met him while I was at a bar with (B/F/N).”

“And you slept with him.”


“But you will.”

“Maybe, if I like him enough.”

“Have you kissed him?”

She lifts her head to look at me. The slight glimmer in her eyes confirms my question.

“We only kissed. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I’m not.” Yeah I am. I have to know how much of an asshole he is right of the bat.

“I’m going on a real date with him tomorrow.” She caresses my cheek. “We had a good conversation when we met. If our date goes well… Dan, I think he could be the one.”

“You’re saying that and you barely know him.”

She sighs. “Yeah…but I’m crossing my fingers. Heartbreak is a bitch.”

Of course it is. But she wouldn’t have to keep experiencing heartbreak if she just picked me.

This is what we are. We’re more star-crossed than Romeo and Juliet. Our teen-like hearts, beating fast in a secluded flat, close to touch but unable to beat in sync.


Gordon is a dick. I don’t know the guy, but I know he is. Every man that (Y/N) has been with is. They’ll use her, trick her into thinking she’s the only apple to their eyes. It’s a lie, because they only see her as the bruised apple and there’s another woman out there who’s the ripest apple of their tree.

Phil doesn’t seem to think so. He thinks Gordon is different. It’s the first time that Phil has ever said that about her boyfriends. It worries me, because if Phil is right, Gordon isn’t an asshole and he’s falling in love with her in the pure way that I’m doing. He’s stealing my girl. I won’t swallow that fact lightly.

I deserve her. I deserve the love that she gives to other men one hundred percent. I deserve her at her best and worst. Not Gordon. Not a man who’s going to be another ex.

A few days pass. Then a week. A month. Three months. She barely comes to the flat. We haven’t had sex since she dropped by the flat to first tell me about Gordon. Thankfully, there aren’t long durations without receiving texts and calls from her anymore. We’ve reached a point where I can call her anytime and she’ll be likely to answer it.

However, it doesn’t remove the ache in my chest at the thought of (Y/N) and Gordon as a couple. The longer they’re together, the less optimism I have of (Y/N) and I as endgame. Phil still tells me to keep my hopes alive, though I’m beginning to truly give up this time around. What’s the point of waiting for a girl that can’t reciprocate my feelings?

Why am I still choosing to be single?


I try not to think about (Y/N) at the next YouTube party. I have a blast hanging out with Phil and our YouTube friends. I drink more than I normally do. Louise teases that the beast in me is finally released.

Oh Louise, if only she knew that there was already someone else who has seen my beastly side before.

I’m flat-out drunk before midnight. Phil calls someone to pick me up. He knows he should go home too so he could look after me, but I tell him to stay. I know he wants to. I’m not letting my drunkenness take away his night to have fun.

Despite my hazy mind, my tiny bit of soberness sees who took me home. She doesn’t talk during the entire ride and she doesn’t turn on the radio. The silence in her car brings peace to my brain. It’s lessening an urge to vomit.

She helps me walk into my flat. Or rather, stumble my way through. My urge to vomit returns and I immediately throw up in the loo as soon as we get inside. My brain is desperate for sleep, though my tired body wants me to stay awake. So I stumble back into my bedroom and collapse on my bed. Not too long later, she joins me.

“You shouldn’t have gotten drunk,” she scolds me, sitting down on the mattress.

“Didn’t want to turn down free drinks,” I mumble.

“You’ve done that before.”

“I regret doing that.”

She shakes her head in disappointment. “What’s gotten into you? You normally don’t drink yourself to this point.”

“Why do you think I got myself drunk? I think you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s because I love you, okay? I love you and I can’t have you and we’ve talked about this so many times already. But it’s still the same. You want love, just not with me. For my sake and all that other shit.”


“I fucking hate you,” I spat. “I hate being in love with you. I’m sick of you telling me that you’re sacrificing our chance to be together to protect my reputation. But I’m fucking sacrificing shit too. You’re not even giving me a chance and I’m forced to just watch you get your heart broken all the damn time. I’m tired of it. I’m so, so, so tired of it.”

I close my eyes after my outburst. I don’t see nor hear her reaction. As I fall unconscious, I smile at the burden I’ve finally gotten out of my chest.

It feels better than all the orgasms I’ve had from her.


I wake up the next day with a massive headache. I feel like a boulder pounded through my skull repetitively and I haven’t died from it. The sweet release of death would’ve been so much better than to be conscious with this mental hell.

(Y/N) is nowhere in sight. There’s two Tylenol pills and a glass of water on my dresser. I don’t know if it’s Phil or (Y/N) who left it there.

I swallow the pills and drink the water. I wait for my hangover to subside. I stay in bed for nearly an additional hour before I can stand up with minimal pain in my head.

Phil is eating a sandwich in the kitchen when I exit my bedroom. He grins upon seeing me awake.

“Hey,” I grumble.

“Hey! You feeling better?”

“I’m feeling more shit than usual.”

Phil chuckles. “I’m not surprised.”

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“She left a couple of hours ago. Said she wanted to stay, but she had something important to take care of.”

Ugh. Gordon is that important thing.

Phil gives me a hesitant gaze. “Ummm… (Y/N) texted me not too long ago.”

“What’d she say?”

“She broke up with Gordon.”

I freeze. Am I hearing this right?

“She texted you first, but you didn’t answer back. I told her you were still asleep. She said she’ll call back tonight.”

Fuck it. I’ll call her right now.

I dash to my room and grab my iPhone. There’s one unread text from her, though I ignore it and dial her number instead. I know what the text entails. What I need is to hear the news through her own mouth than words on a phone screen.


“You really broke up with Gordon?”

“What, I don’t get a good afternoon?”

“Good afternoon, (Y/N). Now spill.”

She sighs. “Yes, Dan. I broke up with Gordon.”


“Do you not remember what you told me last night?”

I rack through my memories of last night. There was a party. I got drunk. (Y/N) drove me home. I said some things to her… wait.

I told her I love her.

I said “I love you” to (Y/N).

Fuck. My. Life. I wasn’t supposed to do that.

“Meet me outside your flat. I wanna talk to you face-to-face.”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll… see you.”

The surprise hits me more when the call ends. She knows how I feel for her. All this time, she only knew that I was interested in pursuing a relationship with her. Not that I love her. No, I intended to save those three words until we got through a first date.

Phil notices my shocked expression as I walk out my room. He’s done with his sandwich, and he beams, probably knowing what we talked about.

“(Y/N)’s coming over?”

I nod, still speechless.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He winks. “Just don’t be too loud, eh?”

I scowl, sticking my tongue out. I’m going to talk to her, not fuck her senseless. I can save that for a later time.

“I’m happy for you, Dan. Go get your girl.”

My scowl switches to a grateful smile. It’s thanks to Phil’s advising that I’ve been able to rationally deal with my emotions toward (Y/N).

“She was always my girl,” I reply. “It just took her a lifetime to accept it.”


When (Y/N) arrives driving her (your favorite car), I open the car door and sit down on the shotgun seat. It would be more comfortable for us talk in my flat, but if we wind up arguing, it wouldn’t be fair for Phil to be forced to eavesdrop on it.

“Hi,” I greet.



“Last night made me think about a lot of things.” She unbuckles her seatbelt. “It was a lot to take in. I… I was ashamed. I knew you were hurt from all the dating failures I’ve had and me going to you because of it. But I never thought you’d be in love with me. I thought you only cared about me as a close friend. In all the relationships I’ve had, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt insecure about falling for. All the other guys, I didn’t mind if I got my heart broken. As long as I tried, hey, at least I know they’re not the one. With you, I was genuinely afraid I’d really lose you as a friend if we fell in love. Liking: I’m okay with that. Sex: I’ll roll with it. Love: I’d rather lose a limb than have my heart make that commitment. Gordon’s cool, but he isn’t you. He’s funny, he’s understanding, he’s hot as hell and a fantastic kisser. But I can’t love him. I can’t see myself saying yes if he proposed to me one day. If you proposed… I’d honestly say yes before you even asked ‘Will you marry me?’”

“(Y/N), are you saying you want to get hitched?”

She giggles. “You’re missing the point. I love you too, you dork. I broke up with Gordon because I realized I’m supposed to be with you. I don’t care what my parents and your friends will say. If I want to have Daniel Howell as my boyfriend, then I’ll let him be my boyfriend.”

“So you want to be my girlfriend?“

She grins, her head moving up and down excitedly. She moves her mouth to my ear. “I want the man who’s a freak on YouTube and in the sheets.”

I laugh, elated that my nightmare is over. I don’t have to keep us a secret to the public anymore. “Want me to prove that to you in here?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”


Her grin doesn’t falter as she drives her car elsewhere. She moves it at a more isolated location, and once she finishes parking, she pounces.

We kiss each other hungrily. We move to the passenger seat so we have more room. I inch her dress up and slide her panties down her legs. She pulls down my pants down to my feet. We groan in unison as I bury myself to the hilt inside her. My movements are slow, a first since sex became a factor in our lives. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking her Clothes off by Panic at the Disco is playing on the radio, partially masking the sounds of the moans and groans escaping our lips. How fitting, except now my girl is officially my girlfriend.

We don’t fuck. We make love. We take our time, and after we reach our peaks, I hug my lover close.

We can dance to this beat for as long as she’ll have me.

trishaloach  asked:

Hi, I looked on Wattpad, but I couldn't easily find any Captive Prince Fanfics. Do you have any that you would recommend? Thank you!


Ive read a lot of fic and find it all on Ao3 but im gonna rec some of my faves! (and theres no way this is all my faves. I’ll only do a few for each sort of verse as to not overwhelm.  we’d be here for days. its the faves that come to mind first i guess. and ill just include completed works in case WIPs arent you’re thing)

Cannon Verse
Kings Ruling by NoBaggage
Takes place after the events of Kings Rising and The Summer Palace. Damen worries about a specific threat to the unification of their kingdoms; the problem of an heir.

Anything For You by DisraeliGears
Laurent will do anything for Damen. Including make friends with Nikandros…if he must.The story of Nikandros and Laurent’s friendship.

Yours, As am I by toewsyourheart
“How did you sleep?” Damen asked.“Kiss me a proper good morning, and I’ll tell you,” Laurent said, ever the conspirator, even upon waking. He could negotiate his way through the brick walls of an impenetrable fortress without breaking a sweat, Damen thought, fondly.“It’s too early for bartering,” Damen replied with a similar sentiment, unable to hide his happiness: Laurent wished to be kissed first thing. “I’ll kiss you good morning for free.” 

Cannon Au
One the Other by Ruby Wednesday 
Marlas goes badly for Damen. He goes back to Ios with Laurent as his reluctant ward.
aka an AU where Laurent grows up in Akielos

No Rush by Blacktofade
Laurent is eleven when he’s introduced by his brother to Prince Damianos 

Dear Aledosia by wendlaa
“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.Auguste chuckles. “You have a minute head start.”Laurent ducks away.

Capture Every Minute by angryspaceravenclaw
Damianos of Akielos is heading to Vere in hopes to secure an alliance in the face of civil unrest in Akielos, at the hands of his brother. Although uncertain about the king, Damen hopes to gain favour with the crowned prince, Auguste. What he doesn’t expect is the attention of the younger prince, Laurent, who plays his cards close to his chest. Though Damen tries to stay focused on the task at hand, he finds it difficult when his heart threatens to beat out of his chest at every quirk of the younger prince’s smile.

Bright as Lightening by blacktofade
Laurent, Prince of Vere, has always been promised to Damianos, Prince of Akielos.

All this and Heaven Too by onekingdomonce
“Forgive me,” Damianos said. “If you could perhaps- elaborate?”Laurent passed a hand over his face. It appeared that Damianos was incapable of picking up on subtly, and needed to be handled with the most straightforward approach. Very well.
“I have never,” Laurent said plainly. “And I would like to make my own judgments on the supposed delights, preferably before I leave Akielos.”

Modern AU (This is the one im trying not to go to crazy with. ive been on a kick lately so)

A Perfect Commotion by Ruby Wednesday
Laurent needs this job. Not in the I need to put food on the table and a roof over my head kind of way. He’s got a generous inheritance, thank you very much. No, he needs this job to prove he is a functioning adult who did not waste his late mother’s money on an expensive education. He can be normal, whatever that is.Laurent needs this job and it feels like his last chance so he tells a little lie to help himself get ahead.Then along comes Damen.

Astronomy in Reverse by casscaixn
“Ah,” he begins delicately. Laurent narrows his eyes and straightens himself, ignoring Hamlet’s distressed whimpers at the loss of Laurent’s fingers in his fur. Damen knows the feeling, a little too well. “What are you—wearing?”
“It was pajama day,” Laurent says, and at his tone one might be tempted to think he was reciting Shakespeare, or something else of wild importance. He glowers at Damen’s repressed laugh, and hangs his bag on the hook on the wall, next to Damen’s own, half-empty briefcase. “And Vannes thought it would be a good idea to do arts and crafts, because no one would be wearing expensive clothing.”

Measure in Love by Dawnofthursday 
Following the public announcement of their relationship, and amid growing tensions between Vere and Akielos, Damen and Laurent fall in love.This is a story told in five parts, through the seasons.

Catalyst by niniblack
In which Damen makes a drunken bet that he can get into Laurent’s pants before winter break, and doesn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

Turning in to Black by derogatory
His whole body sings with it, the thrill of Jord pressed flush against him. He claws long angry lines along his back and it’s all he can manage from not shouting already, demanding, Fix this, fix me, and shoves him against the mattress with more force than is probably necessary.
*This is Aimeric/Jord 

OK SO theres some. It ranges from one-shots to thirty+ chapter epics so hopefully something you’ll find interesting! This is by no means all my faves so if theres something specific you’re looking for i live for fanfic and im here for you. Also, most of these authors have other fics you should check out AND some of these are parts of series that are also great.

Goldilocks || 09

Rated T (language, violence, and suggestive content)

Warnings: abuse

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 4k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“No offense, but what a bitch.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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Part 9:

Taehyung kicks the door open so hard that it swings, hits the wall, swings back, and hits him in the arm.

“I’m hOOOOoooOOOoome,” he sings, throwing down his backpack to scoop up the first unfortunate soul that crosses his path and spin them around happily. This unfortunate person happens to be Jimin.

“Tae-hyung-let-me-go,” each of Jimin’s syllables are emphasized as the younger boy starts bouncing, arms tightening and cutting off Jimin’s air supply.

“No can do, brother,” Taehyung smiles, giving your mutual friend a visibly tight squeeze. “I’m celebrating and I need someone to hug.”

Your eyes narrow as you go through your checklist. Not his birthday. Not Christmas. And you aren’t really obligated to get him anything for other holidays so… you turn off the mental panic alarm.

“What are you celebrating?” you ask.

“I’ve decided to come to terms with our housemate.”

“Jungkook? Or Yoongi?”

“I’m not a housemate,” Yoongi calls from the kitchen. You want to tell him that he might as well realize that everyone that comes to this apartment has a history of staying, but you know arguing with Yoongi is like yelling at a wall.

Taehyung ignores him, “Neither! I’m talking about Poco.”

“Poco?” Jimin and you ask simultaneously.

“The spider. In the bathroom! I’ve decided to give it a name because naming something makes it less scary,” Taehyung replies, finally letting go of Jimin, who takes a few subtle steps back, breathing a sigh of relief.

“What if it already has a name?” you tease.

Too bad~ I’m naming it Poco because I don’t speak spider-”

A thud and the sound of falling half empty shampoo, body wash, and conditioner bottles bounces down the hall, then a muffled, “Stupid fucking spider.”

All three of you freeze, attention pinned on the bathroom door as it opens, revealing Jungkook with dripping hair and a towel wrapped hastily around his waist. He looks pissed.

You cup your hands over your mouth, calling after him, “Yah, Jungkook. Afraid of our little arachnid buddy?”

“No, noona,” he pauses before going into Jimin’s room, tone cold and challenging. “It startled me and I killed it.”

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An:It’s a hell of a lot longer than I’d intended it to be. O_O..I hope it’s good enough though.. I kind of feel like the Ethan one was a little better. But to be fair I loved writing this one just as much -Aileta

Part One

Two fucking weeks Grayson has not talked to me. He refused to talk to me. Ethan however called me every single day sometimes multiple times a day. I’m perfectly fine with this, our conversations are always fun. Despite how fun they were though I missed Grayson. I missed his cuddles, I missed his loud but welcoming laugh when something amused him. I missed my best friend. 

So here I stood outside his apartment with my key in hand. Was I going to really do this? Was I going to march into his home and demand that he talk to me? I stuck the key into the hole and turned the door knob. Yes, I damn well was. 

The door opened and I could hear Grayson in the kitchen. “You got back quick E thought you were gonna take a couple hours in the gym…” He stood there shirtless, his basketball shorts hanging low. I swallowed thickly as my eyes trailed over his muscular arms and back. I closed my legs a little tighter fighting a whimper. I’d never been blind to the fact that my best friend was hot as fuck, but it was times like these that I felt double reminded. I opened my mouth but no words would come out. 

I dropped my head a moment and tried again. “Grayson..Will you please just talk to me?” It came out quiet, small even but he heard me loud and clear. I knew this because he tensed. “Y/N…” My name on his lips made me bite my bottom lip. Jesus these Dolan boys were going to be my death one way or another. He stopped whatever he was cooking, turned the stove off and turned to face me. He crossed his arms, “ What is there to say? You’re fucking my brother.” 

Yep, this is what just the beginning of a long argument. “ It’s not like that Gray!” Something told me to stick to my spot and so I did. I’d chosen a pair of sweats and one of Ethan’s old shirts he’d left over to my place the last time he’d stayed the night. This was obviously a bad idea because I could see Grayson’s eyes zeroing in on the fact. 

“It is! Y/N, That’s exactly what it is! He calls you, he comes over he fucks you and then he leaves! What happens when he gets a girlfriend!? Huh? Or finds someone new?!Ethan doesn’t do relationships! He doesn’t! He hasn’t for a while and you know that!” His anger was so visible in the way the veins protruded from his arms and neck as he yelled. I dropped my head once more refusing to look at him. 

“What do you want me to do Gray? It’s not like I have anyone else. It’s not like anyone else wants me!” My eyes were watering. This is what I wanted to avoid, but I led myself into this trap so now I have to ride it out. “I WANT YOU!” He shouted making my head snap up. “I could treat you so much better! I wouldn’t fucking use you like he does. But I’m not good enough huh? I don’t move fast enough huh?” 

My heart began to pound within my chest. He what? Since when? I shook my head. “Y/N, this is why I told you to stay away from him. You’ll get addicted to him, you’ll get your heart broken when he moves on to the next girl. Just..end it..okay? Let me show you that I can love you better.” 

I looked up and there he was, standing so close. His hair fell into his eyes, his beautiful eyes. They looked so sad and I was the cause. I nodded my head slowly my heart pounding harder as he took my hand. “Let me show you.” He tugged at my hand gently as he entwined our fingers together. He lead me past Ethan’s room, his jaw clenching as he did so. 

He closed and locked his bedroom door with one hand. He then tugged my gently making me crash into his chest. He released my hand then cupped my cheek gently. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. You’re a Queen babe. Let me treat you like one.” His lips caressed mine gently at first as though he was afraid I’d break. My arms snaked their ways up and around his neck pulling him closer. 

He licked my bottom lip and I quickly opened my mouth to give him entrance. His tongue massaged mine while his hands moved up to the top of the shirt. He pulled hard and buttons flew everywhere as the shirt came open. He pulled away from the kiss nipping my bottom lip. “So beautiful.” He whispered as he pushed the now useless shirt off my shoulders as he pecked all over my face. 

His lips brushed against my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, my temple then settled upon my lips once the shirt hit the floor. “Gray..” He effectively shushed me with yet another kiss. When he pulled away he motioned towards the bed. “I’ll never lie to you Y/n. I’ll do my best to never hurt you.” He whispered to me as he followed me to the bed. 

His every word made my heart constrict painfully. These promises but what about Ethan? I had to ask myself. Grayson pushed me gently and the back of my legs hit the mattress.My back hit the mattress making my breasts bounce. I looked up and there stood Grayson slowly getting to his knees. “I’ your Queen..only be My King.” I told him fully intending to give Ethan up. Grayson meant everything to me. That wasn’t to say that Ethan didn’t mean a hell of a lot to me, but maybe he and I were better off as friends. 

My words made Grayson grin and it was that grin that told me I’d made the best choice I ever could.I watched as Grayson slipped my shoes off my feet to reveal perfectly manicured toes. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweat pants and tugged pulling both boy shorts and sweat pants to the floor. 

He spread my legs making me take in a quick breath. He started off licking and teasing my thighs taking his time to nip and lick at them. The closer he grew to my core the more I found myself leaning up onto my elbows to watch. When he finally got to my lower lips he pressed a tender kissed to them before slipping his tongue between them. 

I fell back as the breath I’d been holding released. His tongue began to flick slowly against my clit. My hands found their way to his hair. I tugged gently. “Gray..” He hummed softly sending a shock of pleasure up my body. “Oh fuck Gray..Grayson..” I wanted him to never stop what he was doing. The flicks soon became slow, long licks with his tongue flattened against me. “Grayson..” I moaned and he pulled away. “Look at me y/n.” 

I licked my lips and released his hair while pushing myself back up onto my elbows. His eyes watched me as he continued his tongue lashing. Those slow long licks became quick but teasing as his pointer finger parted my folds and entered me. 

This pleasure felt different. It was gentle, it was slowly building. It was driving me fucking insane. That single finger prodded and teased my entrance making my head drop back as yet another moan rippled from within my throat. “Gray.” I whimpered hating but loving his teasing and taking his time with me all the same.  He added another finger then pulled his mouth away from my clit. “Look.At.Me.” He emphasized each word. 

I lifted my head and watched as his thick fingers entered and then curled up hitting one of my spots. My hips jerked, my back arched and I couldn’t stop the loudest moan I’d ever made from leaving my body. “Watch me Baby.” He told me in a hushed tone making my head snap back towards him. “I want to watch you come undone for your King.” 

Those words alone and the pumping of his curled fingers were pushing me to a while new limit. My mouth was more dry then the Sahara desert. “Gray..” I whimpered softly and he gave me that soft but cocky smile. He looked so fucking good between my legs, watching me. His fingers moved a little faster. My orgasm was building still slowly. “More..” I whimpered making him shake his head. “No. I need you to see the other sides. I need you to experience something different.” 

Suddenly he pulled out of me leaving me frustrated and now annoyed. “Grayson, please..” He shook his head and slowly rose crawling up my body pressing kisses to each and every bit of skin he could find. “Not yet. Relax and just feel. I’m going to worship every bit of you.” The feeling of his lips all over me was making this much worse and yet so much better. My stomach, my thighs, and then he got to my right breast. He took the left in his large hand using the pad of his thumb to tease my nipple. 

His mouth however latched onto the right nipple making me arch and wrap my legs around his waist. “Oh my fuck.” The feeling of his wet and soft tongue swirling and teasing that little nub had my eyes closing as I grew wetter. His left hand however pinched and rolled my other nipple. He even tugged at it gently. I could tell he was trying not to hurt me and it made this all the more special. 

He switched breasts making me cry out as my core was now throbbing with the need to orgasm. “Grayson…baby…please..” He looked up at me and shook his head, my nipple still between those plump lips of his. I ran my hands over the expanse of his back nearly moaning at just the feeling of his muscles rolling and tensing beneath my small hands. 

“Grays..” My words were cut off as he began sucking at my collar bone. My hands moved down to his waist which I did my best to bring down to my own. “ Please!” I cried out. Instead of answering he began give slow teasing grinds against my core that felt like a drop of water to a person that was dying of thirst. This wasn’t enough but just feeling how tenderly he was handling me. The way his lips and hands were cherishing me I knew this is what I was looking for but my mind could not stop my body from being so needy. 

He finally pulled away from my collar bone but then those lips attached to my neck. He sucked and sucked as he gave those still slow teasing grinds. He pulled away briefly, “Tell me you’ll be mine.” His voice was so rough and husky that I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to deny him. 

“Yes Grayson. I’ll be your baby..I’ll be yours. I’ll be yours.” I began saying it over and over. He leaned away from my neck and tugged his pants down then left them on the side of the bed. I looked down and nearly died. He was huge, but my eyes continued trailing up. His V cut was much more defined, his muscles were a little bigger but I knew just with how he treated me he was the better fit for me. 

He moved to hover over me. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom making me smile. “Protection always.” He said while kissing my nose. He bit the wrapper and tore it open. Once the condom was on safely he parted my legs and took his absolute time sliding into me.

This was a different kind of being filled. I could feel myself actually stretching to accommodate him. He pushed and I grabbed onto his biceps gasping softly. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He bent his head down and kissed me deeply as he pushed more of himself into me. Whatever thoughts I were having before, comparing the two were long gone by now. Once all of him was within me he pulled away allowing me to take quick breaths. 

I couldn’t say if if the zinging through my body was pleasure or just chemistry between the two of us. He pulled out just as slow and then continued a slow delicious thrust that I swear was sending me into overdrive already. His hips began to move a little faster my own trying to keep up with his. The very heat and firmness of his body against mine was so good I could only hold on begging him not to take his weight off of me as he continued to thrust. 

Those thrusts alone left my core feeling like actual heaven. The feeling of him stretching me, the heat of him, the way he throbbed inside of me. His pelvis rubbing against my clit. It was all so overwhelming. My moans were soon mews begging him to let me cum. “Grayson please..please.” 

He only shook his head and put his face within my neck. Slowly though he was going deeper, he was going a little faster as though something had came to his mind. “Oh fuck…” He groaned into my ear. “You feel so good baby..” Suddenly I understood. He was fighting an orgasm as well. “Please Baby…faster..harder..” He bit my neck as he began to move a little faster.I was reminded of him grinding against the floor on the vine videos. 

The way his hips moved so fluidly. The pressure of his pelvis against my clit. My body was being over crowded with pleasure. My hands soon found their way to his back. My nails dug lightly into his back. He began to groan and moan softly. This entire time the passion was there but now it seemed to have doubled. He began moving faster, his lips crashed against my own. 

Then my orgasm hit and I dug my nails deeper and dragged them down his back. I gripped his ass pulling him deeper into me. “Grayson..” I moaned loudly making him groan. “That’s right baby. My name..say my name..” My eyes rolled, my back arched as a very intense orgasm rocked through me. I didn’t have time to recover from it as Grayson began slamming into me. “Mine..” He growled making me moan a little more. “Yes!..Yes!Yes!” I chanted as he smashed that special spot. I’d already had one orgasm but if he kept this up I’d have many many more. 

I swore I was losing the ability to breathe. Our bodies were covered in sweat. I could feel his heart pounding against me as I moved trying to match him thrust for thrust. But my body just wasn’t working with me. I lost track of time  as he continued hitting that little spot until finally he tensed and me right along with him. He kissed me so deeply, and lovingly as he spilled his seed into the condom I saw stars or maybe it was hearts. 

When the kiss ended he began kissing all over my face, with me attempting sleepily to return each and everyone of them. “I’ve loved you for so long. Y/n. I just couldn’t find the right time to tell you..” I smiled a little. “I..” 

He cut me off, “Don’t. Not until you’ve ended things with E. Not until you’re ready.” 

I nodded slowly and for the next hour or was it two, Grayson Bailey Dolan and I slept wrapped in each other’s arms. 

Date Night

Requested: yep!
Rating: PG-13 bc mild cursing, tbh this is 100% fluff
Summary: it’s been 2 years now and the team keeps asking where Baby goes every night and why they drop him off at a coffee shop after work and not at his apartment. Well, it’s been 2 years now, and Baby is ready to show them why.


The job was over. The sun was low in the sky, shadows running like wet paint off of every surface and Baby pulled one earbud out of his ear, stepping out of the car that he’d been driving, allowing Buddy to sit in the driver’s seat now that it was his turn to leave for the evening.

He waved subtly to the team and began to walk across the street to the coffee shop where you worked when Darling’s window rolled down and she spoke with slight concern.

“Hey, kid, why don’t we drop you off at home anymore? Everything okay, with your dad and everything?”

He nodded again to signal everything was fine and began to walk away again when once again he was stopped. “Baby, why are you going to a coffee shop that’s about to close?”

She asked, and Baby saw the lights flicker off in the building, the bell on the door jingle and the lock twist shut.

It was your job to close up tonight and that’s just what you were doing, he watched you take your hair out of its pony tail and run your hands through it, looking around because your boyfriend Baby had committed to meeting you here after work. He watched as you reached your hands intocyour bag that was slung over one shoulder, probably looking for your phone. He’d call to you, but the team hadn’t met you yet and he figured that this wasn’t the right time, then again there may never be a right time to introduce his dream girl to his coworkers.

“We’re like family, Baby, you can tell us,” she pleaded, and Baby, wanted Darling to let the subject drop so he could go to his girlfriend to avoid her thinking even for a moment that he had forgotten her.

He quietly agreed to tell them soon without thinking about it, and walked away, slightly jogging over to you, who hadn’t seen him in the low light, the car had driven away before he reached you and he was glad, up until this point you had been his secret, hidden from the team and all of the things he’d had to do since he’d began working for Doc.

You knew what he did, and like anyone who cared about Baby, you didn’t like it. But you accepted it as a part of him and loved him anyway.

“Hey, YN!” He greeted you and you turned to face him, glad he hadn’t forgotten to meet you.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied and your hands found each other without either of you having to look. “How was work in there?” Baby asked as the two of you started the short walk to your apartment. “Crazy, I didn’t have time to eat lunch,” you laughed, your stomach growling as you mentioned it.

Baby looked at you with slight concern, “you need to eat lunch, YN,” he chided and you smiled, the two of you had had this conversation many times before, you didn’t skip meals on purpose, not even close, you just got so caught up in the whirling torrent of people constantly in and out of the shop, that you forgot to feed yourself as well as them. “I know, I know, don’t worry, I’ll get something when we get home,”

Baby nodded, he loved it when you said things like “let’s go home” it made his heart warm and beat even faster in his chest. It’s been two years and you still made him react like it was a first date.

“Good,” he said, leaning onto you a bit to make you stumble slightly as a joke, you moved accordingly, used to him messing with you like this, your body leaning slightly to the side, you reciprocated his movements, nudging him slightly to the side and the two of you shared a quiet laugh, your hands still connected comfortably.

“So how was work out here?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend, you still loved hearing about his day or the music he was working on like it was the first time you’d ever heard him tell you.

“It was alright, pretty standard, Doc gave me my cut, Darling and Buddy made out, Bats did that weird anti-capitalist rant he always does, and I listened to our mixtape in the car,” he said with a smile at the bit about the mixtape he’d made of all the songs the two of you had bonded over. Every song on it had at least one memory the two of you shared tied to it. You’d asked about his coworkers before, and he’d answered all your questions without argument, but you knew that he hated to talk about work when he didn’t need to so you didn’t bring up anything too specific about it often.

“Everything went okay, right? You didn’t get hurt at all?” You always asked this, you knew the kind of people Baby got mixed up with every time he was called in and you couldn’t deny it made you uneasy, but you also knew that Baby could really do nothing about it.

“Everything went just fine, nobody got hurt,” he reassured you, you nodded and relaxed, the two of you entered into your apartment building after you swiped your key at the front entrance.

The two of you reached your apartment, stepping inside. Baby put on some soft music, you began making dinner for you and Baby, him sitting on the counter watching you boil water for the noodles.

The two of you ate, and Baby looked slightly preoccupied.
“Everything okay, love?” You questioned from your spot on the counter across from Baby, who was also seated on the counter. This had become your dinner tradition, the two of you eating together in the warmth of your slightly cramped kitchen, legs dangling.

“Yeah, just thinkin’,” he said with a smile.

“What about?”

“The team, they’ve been getting kinda suspicious of me asking to be dropped off so far from my house, Darling keeps asking if everything’s okay, I hate to make her worry,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding as he spoke. “You gonna tell them where you go every night?” You smiled, thinking about how for the last two years, Baby had slept over at your place, at first he had been wary of leaving Joe, but his father assured him it was fine and Baby checked on him often, most times bringing you along to visit his dad.

“Do you want me to tell them? About us?” You knew Baby had thought the pros and cons out a billion times.

“It’s up to you, Baby, I’m okay with whatever you choose,” you said, and he nodded thoughtfully, taking your answer into consideration.


It’d been a few weeks since you and Baby had visited the subject of talking about you to the team, when you and Baby were out for dinner one night at a cheap Italian restaurant when you noticed a group of three adults spot Baby from across the room and walk over.

“Baby, are these your friends?” You asked while they were still out of earshot, and Baby subtly looked to see his team walking over to your booth, the two of you sitting on the same side of the table.

“Yes, ma'am, that would be the team,” he replied. You nodded, a bit nervous as to what their intentions were. Your hand clutched his subconsciously under the table and he held your hand in his.

“Don’t worry, babe, they’re alright,” you nodded, knowing Baby wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about potential danger.

“Baby, who’s this?” A beautiful woman in high heels said once she was within a comfortable distance of the table. She smiled, looking you over.

Suddenly, compared to her outfit you felt slightly underdressed in what you were wearing, a hoodie that belonged to Baby, some leggings and a pair of sandals that had been laying by your door that had been convenient to pull on.

“This is YN,” Baby said, you could tell the two were comfortable with each other, the woman reached out her hand and. You reciprocated, shaking hands. “I’m Darling, it’s my pleasure to meet you, YN,” she grinned and you smiled back, watching two men make their way to the table.

“Is this why you’ve been having us drop you off on the opposite side of town?” Darling asked with a knowing smile, Baby just nodded.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a pair of sunglasses, kid, and those damn earphones,” one of them said and Darling rolled her eyes slightly but smiled. “YN, this is Buddy,” she said, and you nodded, glad for Baby’s reassuring arm around your waist.

“And this is Bats,” she said, motioning to the last of the three, who moved to sit down in the booth across from you and Baby.

“Bats, you’re so rude, don’t ruin their date!” Darling chided and Bats seemed unbothered, simply replying “I think we’ve already interrupted whatever date they were having just by walking over,”

“Well, you heard him, mind if we barge in? I’m hungry,” Buddy inquired, already moving to sit down next to Bats. Darling sat down last, still smiling at you.

“So, YN, are you and the kid together?” She said, he arms on the table as she leaned forward with interest ever so slightly. You nodded shyly. “Are you as quiet as the kid always is? Because Jesus, being together must be like watching a silent movie all the time if you are,” Buddy joked and you laughed slightly. “Ah, there’s a real smile,” he said.

“So, what do you do, YN, are you still in school?” You answered her and added that you worked in the coffee shop down town.

“So, Baby, you’ve been going to see this lovely lady after every job?” She said, and made an “aww” sound when Baby confirmed this to be true.

“These damn teenagers and being in love,” Buddy said, feigning annoyance with a smile showing through the facade.

“So, how long have you too been together?” Darling inquired, you felt like you were meeting family for the first time, Darling practically radiating maternal waves.

“Uh, for like what? Two years now?” Baby questioned, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded happily in agreement.
“Kid, you kept this a secret for two years?” Darling questioned with surprise.

“You can’t be too shocked, when he’s barely said 2 words to us in the time we’ve known him,” Bats said and it was only them you noticed a waitress had walked up to your table with a pad open in her hand and a pencil tucked behind her ear.

“Can I get you guys anything?” She questioned and you tried to hide your surprise when the team began ordering meals.

“Not the dinner we had in mind,” Baby said with a slight chuckle into your ear. Baby and you ordered a pasta to share and as the waitress was walking away Baby leaned over to whisper to you again. “Let me know if you want to leave,” you squeezed his hand in confirmation you understood.

“Hey, keep the dirty talk to a minimum, yeah?” Buddy joked, causing your face to get warm and Baby’s cheeks to go pink.

“Oh, hush,” Darling scolded, the smile never leaving her face. Your food arrived after a few minuets of small talk and you and Baby ate together, every so often squeezing each other’s hands under the table to make sure you were both doing alright. Bats and Buddy seemed much less on edge than Baby had described them,you could tell he felt the same by how relaxed he was.

“So, you two are dating? How’s the kid in the sack?” Buddy inquired with a deep laugh, you felt your face get hot as you leaned against Baby’s chest, your head near his shoulder. Baby had rolled his eyes but his face was pinker than usual and he let out a laugh as well.

“You’re going to make them leave early!” Darling chided her lover with a hand to his shoulder. Bats asked you if you knew what they did together for work and you just nodded. “You tell her or did she find out?” He inquired to Baby, who truthfully answered that he’d told you as soon as he could.

Bats nodded thoughtfully. “And you stayed?” He tried to cover up his genuine interest with a scoffing sort of laugh and you nodded without pause, smiling. You could feel Baby’s chest rhythmically rising and falling beneath you.

You and Darling had definitely gotten off on the right foot, the two of you felt like friends by the end of the evening, talking about everything from hair and makeup to books and movies, the entire table getting involved to talk about music, especially Baby, who naturally had opinions on every genre any of you could think of.

The time had flown by and by the time the restaurant was ready to close and all the stragglers had spilled into the street outside, the five of you had become closer to friends than ever, Darling had typed her number into your phone and had instructed you to keep in touch. When you and Baby had said you were going to call it a night and go home, Darling wrapped her arms around you and spoke softly into your ear.

“The kid is lucky to have you, I can tell how much better his life is with you in it, you can call on us for anything okay?”
You nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, I’m so glad that you’re with him, I can tell he cares about you a lot,” you said truthfully and she smiled. “We all love the kid, it’s just a natural response,” she joked so that everyone could hear her. Bats and Buddy pretended to deny it but you could tell that they agreed.
Baby and you began the walk home hand in hand as always in the cool evening air after parting ways with the team.
“I’m glad you have them, to look out for you,” you confessed to Baby once you were out of earshot.

“Me too,” he said. “And even more glad to have you.”

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha


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Phil’s looking for his friend, but Dan’s hiding in a fun place…

Phil placed down one of the heavy lights he would be filming with. He dug his phone from the elastic of his pj pants and checked the time. It was already after 12! He and Dan were supposed to film something for his channel today and if he wanted to edit it all in time for an evening upload then he needed to film now. He’d already put on a nice button up and everything was set up in his room. All he needed now was decent lighting and Dan, one of which was missing. He’d checked the bedroom, the den, even knocked on the bathroom door to see where his curly-haired friend was hiding. When he came up with nothing, he finally broke down and went to bother you, something he hated doing.

You were sitting in the kitchen, headphones in, doing something on your computer. Your face was serious but a little unfocused, whatever you were watching was capturing your full attention. Phil hoped he wasn’t going to put you in a bad mood by interrupting what you were doing. “Hey y/n.” You seemed startled to see him standing in the entrance of the kitchen. Both your hands had been in your lap but one shot up and quickly clicked out of something on the computer while the other pulled out one of your headphones. “Oh hey Phil. What’s up?” Phil smiled sheepishly, kind of messing with the huge light he’d brought in with him. “Nothing, just looking for Dan.” You gave him a teasing smile, “The flat’s pretty small, Lester. How hard can it be to find your friend?” Phil’s neck grew hot and he started sputtering, feeling like an idiot for losing his best friend. You laughed at him and it only made it worse. “I’m kidding, man. Dan stepped out a little earlier for something,” you said. Your eyes kept drifting between the computer screen and Phil, and you were biting at your lip every few moments.

Phil was going to kill Dan! He’d been telling his friend about this video for a week now! Even reminded him last night that he was supposed to film today. And now he was deciding to run errands? “Well there’s no use being upset over it now. Any idea when he’ll be back?” Phil sighed. You were looking back at the computer again but paid attention to Phil when you remembered you were still having a conversation. “Oh! Um, well he uh, I think he said t-that he’d be back by like one today.” Your voice shook with every word. Phil thought you were acting super strange, but you’d given him the information he needed so he wasn’t in any position to question it. “Cool thanks. Y/n…are you feeling alright?” Phil knew it was rude to pry, but he was worried about your odd behavior. You nodded, your face now flushed and your breathing pretty heavy. “Okay then I’ll see you later.” He picked up the light and was back down the hall toward his room, wondering why you had been acting so weird.

You waited until Phil’s door was shut before dropping the facade and sinking down into your chair. Your hands fell back beneath the table and threaded through soft brown locks. The video playing quietly on your computer ended. “You think he knew something was up?” You looked down between your legs at Dan’s smirking face. “Oh he definitely knew something was up, I just doubt he knew it was me eating you under the table.” He turned and crawled from underneath the place where had dinner, sitting down shirtless in one of the dining room chairs. His lips were swollen and there was a noticeable tent in his boxers. You shut your laptop and clucked your tongue at him. “Well either way that was entirely too close,” I hit his shoulder, “and bad friend Dan! Hiding from your friend and making me lie to him!”

“Well you could’ve just told him I was busy with my lips around your-”

“You don’t have to tell me about it I was there!”

You shut the laptop and plopped down in Dan’s lap, right over his hard cock. You grasped the back of his neck and kissed his lips softly. His tongue slid into your mouth so you tasted yourself, and his hands moved your hips over his. When you pulled away he looked even more turned on than before. “Well, I know you’ve got a video to film with your friend.” You hopped off of him and picked up your laptop. You started walking toward the living room. “What so we’re not gonna take care of this?” He called behind you. “Maybe after you’re done, but right now your friend needs you more than you need me so go get dressed.” With that I left him sitting in the kitchen high and dry.

Dan looked where you had just been standing for a few seconds then looked down at his problem. “Seriously?”

A/N: God I could write about Dan going down on me all day

I like like you

Brett Talbot x Reader

Characters: Brett, Liam with mentions of Theo and Thiam, and Mason

Warnings: Kissing, flirting, threats to kill, and sexual frustration

“Guess what?” the boy leaned in with a wolfish grin and you scowled at him turning to face the lockers.
           "What?“ you spat turning the dial on your locker opening the door. He moved around you so he could lean on the lockers next to you.
           "I like like you.” you slowly turned your head and raised an eyebrow at him. You weren’t as surprised as you were mad. The same boy who had bullied you and shamed you was now confessing feelings.
           "Yeah right. Save your bullshit for someone else Talbot.” you scoffed grabbing your books closing your locker. He frowned at your scoff and followed you down the hallway.
           "No, I’m serious Y/N. I really like you. You’re smart, funny and not to mention incredibly hot.“ you clutched your books tight to your chest and continued walking down the hall. Ignoring him was hard when all you want to do was yell at his pretty stupid face. If he was lying you would kill him with your own two hands. You were capable to, trained to hunt his kind. But since Allison laid down the new code you couldn’t touch him unless he was a threat. Not that you wanted to touch him. Gross. You shook the thought away and Brett grinned at you.
           "Your heart beat is fast. That’s good and is that a twinge of lust I smell, doll face” You narrowed your eyes and grabbed a fist full of his shirt collar. With all your might you pulled him forward.
           "Listen here. If you so much as look at me. You’re dead. Call me doll face again and I’ll kill you, resurrect you and make the second twice as painful as the first. Got it.“ you growled and he took advantage of the fact that you were close and kissed you biting your lip. The action was completely mortifying you froze.
           "Save the fire for the bedroom, doll face,” he whispered his lips ghosting your ear. A wave of shivers moved through your body. Weakly you let go of his collar your heart hammering in your chest and Brett smirked. He had successfully, completely rendered you speechless. Happily, he continued down the hall and you unfroze as he rounded the corner.
           "You’re such an asshole,“ you whispered knowing he could hear you. You would have no problem if he had just left you alone. You had no problems with the McCall pack. You were friends with some of them. But, no he had to pester you making your life as a hunter difficult. You wiped your lips and pulled out your phone to text a friend.
           - hey mason can we meet at yours after school?
           -Yeah. Sure, is it okay if Liam is there I promised to help him with some stuff?
You rolled your eyes at the mention of the angry beta.
           -Yeah, it’s okay see you there.
You closed your phone walking into the classroom taking your seat in the back. As the school day continued you found yourself anxious, impatiently bouncing your leg under the desk. When the final bell rung you rushed out to the bikes. You twisted the combo and popped the lock.
           "Hey there doll face.” you froze only briefly before looking up at him.
           "Don’t test me Talbot.“ you warned him and he shook his head with a lopsided smile.
           ” I would never.“ you wheeled your bike out and hopped on the bike. Brett tilted his head and looked you over, ” You look good riding a bike. I wonder how you would look riding other things.“  the blood rushed to your cheeks and you pursed your lips.
           "Shut up you pervert.” you rode off and his laughed boomed. Shut up you pervert that was the best you could come up with. Yes, it was the best you could come up with. He was an idiot. And the only way to beat an idiot was to beat him at his own game you thought pedaling to Mason’s house.


“She’s sexually frustrated.” Liam lazily said flipping through the textbook with a bored expression. You narrowed your eyes at him and Mason’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“I am not.” Liam sighed forcefully and looked up at you with a smug expression. For the past ten minutes, you had been venting to Mason about Brett while he helped Liam with homework. And Liam finally decided to add his very unappreciated opinion.

“I could smell your sexual frustration from like ten miles away. So please do every werewolf in Beacon Hills a favor and just sleep with him.” You gripped the table and huffed out angrily.

“Why don’t you do everyone a favor and tell Theo how you feel.” You bit back and Liam’s cheeks darkened to a rosy pink. For months, you noticed the way that Liam looked at Theo everyone did but, no one brought it up.

“Guys stop. Liam let’s take a break. I’ll see you upstairs we can play some video games. Okay?” Liam closed the textbook and lugged upstairs but, not before shooting an irritated look at you.

“Y/N. You said the only way you were gonna beat him at his own game was to play him. So, all you gotta do is make him sexually frustrated too.”

“I’m. Not. Sexually. Frustrated.” You exclaimed and Mason put his hand up in defense and you heard Liam chuckle upstairs.

“Okay, but in my defense, chemo-signals don’t lie.” You rolled your eyes and stood.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow I think I have a plan. But, I’ll need you to drive me to school.”


“Your plan was a red mini skirt, a white low-cut tank top, and heels?” you opened the car door to Mason’s car and grinned happily.

“Part of it.” You looked over your shoulder to see Liam sitting in the backseat his eyes never leaving your face. His mouth was gapped open and you snorted, “Who’s sexually frustrated now?”

Mason chuckled and drove from your house to your school. The car conversation consisted of Liam and Mason fighting over whether your skirt was too short. It was funny seeing as they never really noticed what you wore. And by the time you pulled up to the school Mason had won arguing that it was too short.

“Thanks, guys.” You grabbed your bag and slung it over one shoulder opening the car door. You smiled at the thought that this would be the moment where the cool music started playing and you would walk-up to school looking like a queen. All in all, you felt great. You unlocked your locker and saw Brett heading down the hallway in your direction. You placed your bag in the locker. He slammed the locker shut and you flinched. It would have annoyed you if you didn’t have lunch.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Y/N.” He asked and you tilted your head to the side pursing your cherry painted lips.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“Where are your regular clothes. I liked your regular clothes.” He pouted and you frowned taking a step forward.

“Do you not like my new clothes?” you grabbed his hand and placed it in on your hip, ignoring the tingle you leaned in closer and whispered, “Or maybe you’d like them more if they were on the floor.”

“F-Fuck.” He visibly shivered and gripped your side harder. You kept your hunter instincts at bay and didn’t break his hand, “Wait-no. Who are you and what have you done with my Y/N?”

“Oh, come on Brett.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “I like like you.”

“Really?” He said suspiciously and you bent forward and kissed his lips softly. The kiss was slow and surprisingly sweet. In the moment, you forgot you were trying to beat him and you deepened the kiss. Backing up you pulled Brett along with you. Your hand tangled into his hair you bite his lip and he groaned. You pulled back when you felt something poke your thigh.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You snorted and reached up and swiped your thumb under his lip.

“I guess you really do like me.” You said looking down at his bulge. He followed your eyes and looked at you with a terrified expression that made you laughed. You turned to walk away and smirked.

“See you in 7th period. Have fun with your little problem.” You said and you smiled knowing that you completed your task of leaving him high and dry. And sexually frustrated.

Mandatory Date (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 3800+

Warnings: cussing, mentions of sex

A/N: this is something I wrote for @always-blame-jefferson and I decided to post it here as well! enjoy!

“For the last time, no, I’m not going to your wedding,” You said to your friend Alexander. He frowned, helping you fold your clothes.

“But why? Is it that hard to get a date?” He said, smirking at you slyly. You threw your bra at him, and he jumped away from it. “Hey!”

“Why are you making it mandatory to have a date at your wedding? That makes no fucking sense, you idiot.” You stuck your tongue at him, folding your shirt in half. “And why the hell did Eliza agree to this?”

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request: “Can you please write a Barry x reader where based on the song ‘Happier’ by Ed Sheeran? So like maybe the reader and Barry were together and now he is with Iris and the reader sees that he is happier with Iris. Something with heaps of fluffy flashbacks and really really sad! You can choose how the ending goes whether they end up together or not xx” — by anon

a/n: very happy to receive a request like this one because happier is one of my favorite tracks in divide tbh. hope you like this, anon! even if i added a little twist to it. x (also this imagine features julian because i love his character so much hehe though don’t worry, this is still a barry imagine lmao)

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You didn’t know why you were feeling so angry right now. You didn’t even know why you even bothered to go to Jitters when you knew he always came here for coffee every morning; and you didn’t even know that seeing him with someone else could hurt you in ways no other person could ever do.

Barry was just there, so near yet so out of reach, his smile wide while he engages a conversation with none other than the beautiful Iris West; while you were at the farthest table, where he couldn’t see you but you could see him — yes, it was kind of creepy if you come to think of it, but in your defense, you acquired the table first before he even came.

You clenched your hands into a fist as you hear their melodic laughter echoing throughout the room. You could vividly remember how you used to make him laugh, but hearing it right now, it seemed like his laughter was twice as loud as it used to be when he was still with you.

“Okay, why did the mushroom went to the party?” You asked Barry while the two of you were facing each other on the couch, your knees under your chin while he had his arm on the back of the sofa.

Ever so subtly, he rolled his eyes. “Why?”

“Because he was a fungi!” you exclaimed before doing a very bad laugh that caused him to laugh as well, his face getting red.

“Y/N, I love you, but that must be the stupidest joke I have ever heard in my entire life.” he stated, laughing again.

You widened your eyes at what he said and Barry seemed to catch on because he suddenly looked away from your steady gaze, realizing that he had told you something that you didn’t really hear every day. In fact, this was the first time he ever told you that he loved you.

“What was that?” you smiled at him, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

Barry coughed awkwardly. “Er, was that too fast? I, um, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time now but — why are you laughing at me?” he frowned, the color red tinting his cheeks and neck once again.

“I’m sorry, but you’re just so cute whenever you’re all flustered.” you said, inching closer to him and sitting on his lap. “You didn’t honestly think I didn’t feel the same way, did you?” you whispered.

He kissed your cheek. “I-I was kind of afraid that you didn’t, yeah.”

You smiled and brought your lips to his, kissing him with passion that the both of you had to catch your breath when you pulled away to utter the three special words back.

“I love you too, Bartholomew Henry Allen.”

“Y/N?” Julian Albert got you out of your trance, a coffee cup in his hand while an amused expression was on his face. “Not stalking your ex-boyfriend, I hope?”

You smiled at him sarcastically before rolling your eyes and looking away, not bringing yourself to admit that you indeed were doing what he claimed. Julian tilted his head and pulled out the chair in front of you, sitting which made you snap your attention back to him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.

He placed his cup on the table, next to your own, and stared boringly through your eyes. “Accompanying you, what do you think?”

“Actually, you’re disturbing me so —”

“It’s not everyday you see me tolerating other people’s petty drama, Y/N.” he cut you off rather rudely. “So, what’s wrong?”

You knew Julian through your work as one of the aiding lawyers for CCPD. You didn’t particularly considered him as your friend because of his arrogant demeanor, but you had a good working relationship with him because even though he was a proclaimed jerk, you weren’t gonna lie and say he wasn’t great at his job.

“None of your business.” you tore your eyes from his for a moment to glance yet again at Barry’s table, where their hands were now holding each other.

Julian noticed how your face fell and he turned around to see what you were looking at. “If you’re gonna sulk all day because he got another girl, then why did you break up with him in the first place?”

Yes. Why did you break up with him in the first place?

You started to recollect your thoughts upon his question. All you could remember was it just hurt too much — Barry was keeping secrets from you, and no matter how much you loved him, to know that he didn’t trust you enough was the reason you didn’t want to be in a relationship with him anymore. It seemed so shallow but if your boyfriend kept on disappearing, kept on going somewhere without telling you, if he kept on lying to your face — maybe it wouldn’t be so shallow after all.

The moon was shining brightly as the night drew deeper, the only sound you were hearing was the ticking of the clock and the gust of wind that you eventually heard from outside your window. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and you flickered your eyes to it immediately, seeing Barry quietly close it.

“You’re late. Again.” you sighed as you sat up from your own shared bed with him. Despite the darkness of the room, you could see the frown on his face, and it made you do the same.

Barry climbed on the bed with you. “I’m sorry, the precinct needed something done so I had to stay.” he wrapped his arms around your body.

You noticed the cut on his eyebrow. “What happened?” you gently touched the fresh wound, making him wince slightly.

He shook his head and removed your hand from it, bringing it to his lips. “Let’s just sleep, shall we? I bet you’re already tired.”

“Barry …” there was disappointment in your voice. “What are you not telling me?” you asked.

But he never answered you, he just kissed your forehead goodnight and hummed until you fell asleep, making you forget that night’s events the next day.

Julian was waiting expectantly for your answer, and when you noticed that he was, you shook your head in annoyance. “Sorry, but like I said, none of your business.”

“I could do this all day.” he challenged. “I could ask and ask until I finally get an answer. Believe it or not, but it bothers me to see you so gloomy.”

You didn’t seem to hear every word he just said, because you were seeing Barry stand up and actually walk towards your table, his eyebrows slightly furrowed because you were with Julian.

You uncomfortably squirm in your seat, gathering your things almost immediately to leave but before you can even get a chance to get out of your chair, Barry was already in front of you, Iris just standing behind him.

“Allen, is there any reason why you’re here?” Julian was the first to speak, noticing your discomfort.

You mentally thanked him for it, not expecting that he would do such a thing.

Barry had stared at him longingly. “I was just about to ask you the same thing, Julian. Aren’t you supposed to be at the precinct?”

“I didn’t know you kept track on my schedule.” said Julian flatly.

Barry ignored this and instead turned to face you. “Y/N, how have you been?” he smiled.

How could he look at me like that? Like we didn’t break up? You thought to yourself.

“Good.” you drummed your fingers on the table. “Uh, you?”

“Good.” Barry copied your tone in a teasing manner. “I’m actually with Iris —”

“Yes, anyone who has a set of eyes is aware of that, Allen.” interjected Julian, a sneer on his features.

“I never realized you and Y/N were friends.” your former lover directed his attention to his co-worker once again, his voice sharp and showed annoyance.

“What a surprise it is to know how unobservant you are.”

You kicked Julian under the table and he looked at you, as if asking what your problem was.

You cleared your throat. “We’ll get going now. It was nice seeing you, Barry —”

“Y/N, wait.” Barry had a firm grip on your elbow. “Are you and him . . ?” he trailed, watching your eyebrows rise in question. “Uh, never mind. It’s not like it matters anymore, anyway.”

“Indeed it doesn’t.”

And with that, you walked out of Jitters with your hands slightly shaking, Julian following shortly behind. You stopped marching away once you knew you were far enough, hands finding a path to reach your chest, dramatically holding on like you were touching your already broken heart.

“Hey, I’m always going to be here, okay?” Barry placed his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest while you softly breathed in and out. “No matter what, you’ll always have me.”

“Promise?” you croaked.

He nodded with a smile, “Promise.”

“Ugh, I must be so lucky to have you.” you hugged him back and heard his soft chuckle escape his lips.

He shook his head. “I actually think it’s the other way around, Y/N.”

“I doubt it.” you replied, stretching up your toes to give him a sweet kiss. “I’m clearly the winner in this relationship.”

“Damn it.” You cursed under your breath as you find yourself crying in the middle of the street. What would other people think if they saw you? You didn’t want to appear weak and fragile through their eyes, especially if they knew what you were really crying about.

Julian panted and stopped beside you. “Y/N, look, I’m —”

He didn’t bother to finish his sentence when he saw you in tears. You glanced at him, getting a handkerchief from your pocket and subtly using it to hide your face as you wipe away the tears on your wet cheeks. Surely, if there was any other person that you didn’t want seeing you in this state, it was definitely him.

“Is there anything that I could do to help?” his egotistical facade faded.

You just shook your head, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help you feel better. No one could make you feel better except Barry. And it hurt you to realize that seeing him with Iris a while ago, his grin big and his actions so true to himself, that he was finally happier. He was happier, and you weren’t even part of his life anymore to be the reason behind of it.

Calling The Shots (Sami Zayn Imagine)

Sami Zayn x Reader
Warning: Smut. Power Play (kind of dom/sub). Deep Throating. Marking.
A/N:  Had this idea for a while, a dommy Sami in the way I actually see him and not in the warped way I’ve seen done. I like the way it turned out. For @sunshinesamizayn
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It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami.

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hey all my friends have agreed i should do this so. Here We Go!!!

and also, i think this would be a good way for me to compile my thoughts and sort everything out since most of this still feels kind of like it happened in a blur.

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tw: abuse, suicide mention, faking mental illnesses, nsfw, self harm, slurs

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Candids (Bonus)

A/N: I get this overwhelming constipation in my chest whenever I get requests and feedback from my lovely bean bops and I just wanted to say thank you for making me super happy and flustered and HELLA FORKIN’ EXCITED! YOU ASKED FOR BONUS SO HERE YOU GO! 

[ Original Imagine ]

Y/N = your name

Y/L/N = your last name

That night, you went home with this constant tightness in your chest. 

Did he really mean that?

You tossed and turned that whole night, your blog long forgotten after your newest article was posted. You were giddy about the fact he wanted to hang out more. So much so, you found yourself randomly squealing as you did your nightly routine. 

He was just being friendly. Yeah, friendly…

Although his playful threat might have meant nothing, you low-key really wanted to know if he would put in the effort to look for you. So the first night or two, you purposely kept a low profile during your outings to stay hidden from Red Hood. I mean, it was hard to considering he ran on rooftops and it would be too hard to spot a lurking figure taking photos during the dead of night. 

However, by night number three, you actually had a meeting with a couple members from the Gazette over a deal which included you getting paid a hefty amount if you went to Metropolis the next morning to take photos of an upcoming protest and rally. You were hoping to be able to sneak out but a friend who was visiting from out of town wanting to grab drinks. 

The next morning, you had to take the train down to Metropolis in the morning for the protest that lasted until eight in evening and so you got home pretty late anyways.

By the time Wednesday rolled around, you kind of missed seeing the familiar red helmet head around so you decided enough with the hiding. You were surprised you even had enough willpower to not make your presence known on your usual building or to visit the clock tower, considering how antsy you had been the night of your guys’ confrontation.

You drove out to the clock tower and made your way up the creepy steps once more, this time you decided to knock on the door before opening it in case he was already there. You really didn’t want to have a gun pointed at you again…

The smell of cigarette smoke lingered on the rooftop so you could only assume he was smoking before he heard you. 

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A difference between like and love

You and Harry are best friends stuck in the uncomfortable transition between being friends and becoming lovers. 
This One Shot is a little longer than my previous ones. I apologize but I couldn’t help myself. 
I hope you still take the time to read it and that you enjoy it. :) 

Warning: Tiny bit mature 

Picture is not mine.

“You’ll call the second you feel like you need one of us, yeah?” Louis instructed me and rubbed my back soothingly while Niall squeezed me tight in an embrace. I nodded and smiled at him over Niall’s shoulder.

“Will do. I already promised to Liam.”

Niall lessened his grip on me and stepped back. I pushed some loose strands of hair out of my face and let my eyes shift from the three of them to the rest of the bar. The bar filled with a crowd of people sipping on their drinks and humming along to the music playing in the background, enjoying their friday night.

“Where’s Harry?” I asked, “I haven’t said goodbye to him yet.”

“I think he went to get us another round of drinks,” Liam informed me, pointing to the counter on the other side of the room. “I’m sure he’ll come with you should you need him.”

I quickly shook my head. Spending time with him on my own was not an option, given the situation we were in.  And knowing how excited he had been to spend time with his friends, it seemed unfair and selfish to demand him to abandon them.  

“I’ll go say goodbye to him now and then leave. Thank you guys for understanding.”

I turned around and began to fight my way through the drinking people. I decided to just quickly inform him would be the best, as it was hard to hide from him. Finding him, however wasn’t difficult. He was stood at the bar, conversing with a man I had never seen before, obviously having a great time. When I softly touched his shoulder and he turned to face me, a big smile appeared on his beautiful face.

Harry and I were always all over each other the moment we were reunited. We held hands, linked arms and hugged tighter than we did anyone else. He made me feel incredibly comfortable and happy whenever I was with him.

He always swore that it was mutual but I had always found that hard to believe.
Harry had snatched my heart in an instant and not not given it back since, while all I had taken was the position by his side as his best friend.
That was until a couple a weeks ago when after he had downed a few drinks, he confessed that he liked me. I was thrilled. At first.
We had kissed an entire night before we had agreed to take our time and to not jump right into a relationship. The proposal had come more from him since I was sure that all I wanted was to be with him, to hell with all the doubts cruising though my head. It was Harry. I would’ve risked anything.

Though soon I realized something that had made me almost reluctant to agree to a relationship. It even made me avoid him for the past few days.
Harry liked me, but I was in love with him. For him, this wasn’t something particularly serious while I had waited for this for years. It meant everything.
It wasn’t just his looks, it was his incredibly kind and big heart and his beautiful, intelligent mind. We had spent many nights with me clinging to every word tumbling from his pretty lips because I loved being the one he entrusted with his most sacred thoughts.

“Hey, babe!” Harry called, waving me over to sit next to him on the bar stool. His torso was adorning a rather tight fitting black shirt that emphasized his handsome body. The short hair was styled up so his forehead was free from any strands and it allowed his green orbs to sparkle at me.
“Can I get you something?” he offered, reaching out to casually place his warm hand on my wrist.

“No, don’t bother,” I declined and placed my own hand over his, squeezing it gently. “I came to let you know that I’m gonna head home.”

“What? No,” he protested, his clear eyes wide with surprise and a hint of disappointment. He turned so that his torso was facing me completely, giving me his full attention. I giggled when he pouted but when I reached out to playfully pinch his cheek he batted my hand away.
“Don’t you distract me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I answered quickly. “No need to worry.”

He rolled his eyes and took a long sip from his drink before setting it down. “You were excited about going when I picked you up and now hardly an hour later you want to go home. You can’t just say that there’s nothing wrong.”

He wasn’t playing fair, with the look he gave me. His lips were still in a pout and his green eyes looked at me in a way I wanted nothing else but to melt right into him. If he looked at me long enough it always made me confess all of the worries troubling my mind, which was why I had avoided seeing him too often in the past days. When I didn’t answer, Harry squeezed my fingers.

“Darling, did something happen when I wasn’t at the table with you? Don’t tell me someone came onto you,” he chuckled when speaking, though I knew, he’d step up for my defense if necessary.

I smiled softly and shook my head, stroking his slim fingers with my own. “Nothing happened, Harry. You won’t have to play protector.”

“M'not playing when it comes to you,” he mumbled, a smile tugging on his lips. “Tell me.”

I huffed at his whiny tone and let my gaze drift to our touching hands.

“I’m not…” I hesitated, searching for the right words to explain how I felt. Harry waited patiently, his eyes never leaving me.

“Comfortable.” I decided to say. “I feel physically drained and should just go lie down. ”

He didn’t seemed to ponder over my answer for very long before pulling his hand from mine to use it to push his stool from the bar.

“I’m coming with you,” Harry decided and hopped to his feet.

“There’s no need for that, Harry,” I said quickly, “I’ll really just go to bed. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, well, fine is not the same as good, Y/N,” he answered, grabbing his jacket, “I’m coming with you.”

He smiled at me confidently and ignored my shaking head. Though part of me wanted him to join me, another big part of me really didn’t.

“That’s not your responsibility,” I fought.

He released an annoyed huff and rolled his eyes.

“Lately nothing concerning you is any of my business, right?” he muttered while pulling out his wallet to pay for his drinks.

“I didn’t mean to ruin this night for you,” I said apologetic.

“Don’t give me any of that, love,” he stopped me, “Nothing’s ruined. And you can’t fight me off when I want to be there for you. I’ll go say goodbye to the others and we’ll head right on out. Wait for me here, yeah?”

Before I could answer he began to make his way through to the group of our friends and I felt my lips stretch into a smile. He was always eager to jump to my aid and after I hadn’t let him for what felt like so long, I had almost forgotten how it felt to be this close to him.
Once by my side again, Harry held his jacket in one hand and the other he held out for me to take. He smiled when I let him clasp my fingers in his tightly and asked:

“Your place or mine?”


Harry had parked close to the bar entrance and as he fumbled with his keys, I asked: “You’re okay to drive, right?”

“I only had one beer before the drink that you didn’t let me finish. Wouldn’t drive if I wasn’t feeling good, love” he answered before successfully unlocking the doors. “In you go, love.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I said quietly and stopped to stand in front of him.

“Of course,” he smiled.

The drive was silent, yet not awkward. My eyes followed the lights passing by. London was as busy as ever even at this late hour. Once the car came to a halt in front of his apartment building, I released a breath I hadn’t consciously been holding in. Harry rested his hand on the steering wheel and I noticed him peering at me.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” he asked. “Your distance is starting to freak me out a little. There’s nothing you couldn’t tell me. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know, but there is nothing to tell,” I answered, meeting his patient eyes. My own probably screamed at him that I was lying.

“I’ve been really tired this last few days and my studies have gotten so much. That’s why I never made it to any meet up recently. I’m sorry”, I apologized once more. “I didn’t think I would feel so tired otherwise I wouldn’t have come out with you guys tonight. It was stupid of me.”

Harry shook his head and reached out to rest his hand on my arm. “You were right to come out with us. I don’t think that being alone would have done you much good after distancing yourself from us like you have.”

“I bailed on you guys barely an hour after we arrived. Again. Only this time I forced you to come with me! I’m a terrible and selfish person.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

“You, out of all people, are certainly not selfish or terrible.” He moved his fingers down to clasp mine. “And you didn’t force me.” He frowned and broke our locked gaze. “Recently you never do.”

“What do you mean by that?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head, thinking hard before he expressed himself.

“You never seek my presence anymore, Y/N. Not like you used to.”

I bit my lip, knowing that I couldn’t talk my way out of this as he was right. I had been avoiding him out of fear that it might shine through how much my feelings for him had grown.

“Did I do something?”

By the look he gave me I knew what he was implying and I felt terrible for making him even think like that.

“No, Harry,” I reassured him softly, “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to kiss you the other night. Don’t torment yourself by thinking I didn’t.”

He sighed and leaned further back in his seat, his shoulders visibly relaxed at my words.

“You’ve got no idea how relieved I am by that, Y/N. And I don’t mean to make this about myself, but… I don’t know, I guess I just miss you and I don’t like seeing you so unhappy.”

“I miss you, too.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand before letting go and reaching for the keys. He pulled them from the lock and sat up straighter again. “Listen. Everyone faces stress that can get to their head sometimes. What you have to do is surround yourself with what makes you happy. Don’t hide yourself away.”

“You make me happy,” I admitted.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, letting his lips rest there for a few seconds. His hair tickled my skin and when he sighed I could feel the breath against my skin.

“That goes both ways, love.”

He pressed another kiss to my skin and hummed when he inhaled my scent. He seemed glad that I allowed him close again and it made my heart ache. Both of his hands had settled to rest against my ribcage as he leaned in even closer and I tensed at the warmth radiating off of him. Maybe it was due to being this close to a very affectionate Harry after having avoided him for several days, but suddenly I was overwhelmed. I pressed the palm of my hand to my lips when the first sob wrecked through me, but it did little to stifle the noise. With no words and with a bit of difficulty Harry pulled me into him and onto his lap, allowing me to bury my face in his neck. His hands brushed over my hair before resting against my shoulders.

“Breath, my love,” he breathed against the shell of my ear. “Don’t hold it in.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” I sobbed pathetically and clung onto his shoulders tightly.

“No,” he protested and hoisted me up to sit closer to his lower stomach, “no, darling, don’t you say that. It’s alright.”

“I hate crying”, I mumbled, trying to pull away from him again.

Harry shrugged it off and gave me one of his breathtaking one-million-dollar-smiles, refusing to budge or lessen his hold on my body.

“You’ve seen me cry before, too. S'only fair to return the favor.”

“This is hardly a favor that I’m doing you,” I disagreed and turned my head to wipe some snot off with my sleeve. “And you’ve only ever cried in front of me out of joy. Or because you were laughing too hard. Doesn’t count.”

He chuckled, but stopped when I cuddled myself even closer to him. He was quick to caress my back, knowing how desperately I needed his comfort and squeezed me once more.

“You’re doing so well,” he assured me, “S'long as you don’t let yourself drown in your emotions it’s fine to feel upset sometimes. And now that you’re letting me I’m gonna keep that from happening and only let you out so much before your in for a fun cheering up program.”

“Great,” I hiccuped with a giggle.

He laughed. “Yeah, you better be excited.”

He gently moved to push me by my shoulders so that he could look me in the eyes again. A cheeky smile graced his beautiful face.

“Your best friend, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I agreed without missing a beat, my voice barley above a whisper. The words ‘best friend’ tugged at my heart. I didn’t necessarily like the sound of that anymore.
His green widened at my hardened expression and he turned serious again.

“You never have to feel left alone with your worries”, he continued, “You can always come to me.”

“That,” I mumbled, pausing to take a deep breath, “goes both ways, too.”

Before I could fully register it the smile I had watched appear on his lips was pressed against my own. I didn’t exactly know who had started kissing whom, but once our lips connected neither of us dared to break apart anymore. My fingers shook when I raised them to fist his hair.
The kiss felt even better then it had in my memory. Harry’s lips were so warm and soft, it was difficult to focus on anything else. His tongue was careful to pry my lips open, gentlemen as always, it felt as if he was waiting for me to allow the invasion. While lightly pulling his soft hair between my fingertips I willingly deepened the kiss by opening up for him.
When I whimpered upon feeling him moving his head back he giggled and let his hands fall down to my hips, holding and pulling me closer. My hands still held him close by his hair and I enjoyed scratching gently against the skin, as did he when a small moan escaped his throat.

Finally I allowed him to pull away. Harsh breaths fell from his lips as they stretched into a smile, a smile I returned, my tears long forgotten.
I moved my hands to wrap my arms around his shoulders and scooted closer on his lap. He gasped when I accidentally touched his crotch and I quickly apologized with an embarrassed laugh. Harry’s green orbs were wide and had something in them I couldn’t quite place.
He reached up and brushed his fingertips over my cheek and down to my lips. Another adorable giggle left his lips when my own closed around the tip of his index and I bit lightly.

“Are you okay?” he wondered.

I nodded and leaned in to place a small kiss on his nose. “Feeling much better. Thank you, best friend.”

“Good,” he answered and than added with a smirk: “Maybe I’ll be a bit more than just your best friend.”

“Would you want that?” I confessed as I pushed his, now untidy, hair from his forehead with a brush of my hand. His eyes locked with mine, concern in them.

“You think I don’t?”

I shrugged, looking away from his green orbs and down to where his hands rested on my thighs. “We kissed before and nothing happened after.”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to push you,” he defended. He frowned and looked at me with his head tilted to the side. “With what none sense of an explanation did you trouble yourself with?”

I shrugged, tugging at his hair at the back of his neck. With the evident disbelief in his voice, I felt like a child, being told off.

“Did you think that I didn’t love you?” he asked.

My head shot up and my wide eyes met his clear ones. “You do?”

“Of course I bloody do,” he scoffed, “Are you being serious? Tell me you didn’t add this ridiculous doubt to the worries clouding your mind.”

“You said you liked me,” I muttered stubbornly. “That’s not the same as love.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you girls got to make your life harder with all this silly rules.”

“Great,” I muttered sourly, “make fun of me.”

Harry squeezed my thighs before moving his hands up to cradle my face in his hands.

“I’m not,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek softly. “If only you could look into my head for as little as one minute. You’d know how much it cost me to keep from reaching out to touch you whenever I was in your presence. There would be no doubt in your mind of how desperately in love with you I am, Y/N.”

My heart beat rapidly and it squeezed almost painfully at his words. I inhaled his familiar smell and felt warmth settle in the pit of my stomach.

“Please be with me, then?” I requested timidly. “As more than just best friends?”

Harry hummed at my question and leaned in to connect our lips in a soft kiss once more. His warm lips moved against my own and he pulled at my lower lip ever so slightly.

“Happily,” he answered, once we pulled apart, his face reflecting pure joy.

I had been in Harry’s apartment many times before. Everything was as familiar to me as my own home. Today however it felt different. Maybe because instead of having to imagine laying next to him on his sofa I was actually doing it.
Or maybe it was the fact that  I didn’t have to fight the urge to kiss him but could go on and do it whenever I wanted to.
Harry’s hands played with the ends of my hair before traveling up to caress my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine, a smile playing on his lips as he searched for any sign of discomfort in my expression.

“I want to try something,” he confessed, “and it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable. All you gotta say is stop and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I felt him move to lay on his side before he gently hitched his leg up and over my own.

“It won’t be what you’re thinking off right now,” he promised when his hands pulled at the hem of my jumper. “I just wanna love you.”

Once my stomach was revealed bare to him he leaned down to press soft kisses to it. He even nuzzled his nose against the skin and a giggle fell from my mouth.

“It’s only me”, he reassured and pressed his lips to the skin just above my belly button.  "You can trust me.“

"I know,” I mumbled, breathless already.

My fingers desperately reached down and clutched the nape of his neck, pulling him back up while his hands traveled even lower. My breath hitched in my throat and I whimpered when his fingers tugged at my jeans.

“I want to,” I assured him when he stopped. “Go on.”

With a small nod, he unbuttoned the jeans and fumbled with the zip. His warm mouth had settled on my neck, distracting me from the action of his fingers with wet, open mouthed kisses against my skin.
More clothing was being pulled from my body and I blushed. Never had anyone seen me this bare before. Harry, sensing my slight discomfort, reached up and cupped my cheek, connecting our lips in a heavy kiss.

“Your beauty is stealing my breath,” he promised. “You make me crazy.”

“Add that to the things that go both ways, boyfriend.”

Harry laughed and dipped his head to kiss just above my chest. Suddenly aware that I could touch him too, I moved my hands from where they had timidly rested on his shoulders to the end of his own shirt and tried to pull it over his head. Noticing my struggle he quickly moved off of me and swiftly pulled it over his head himself before leaning back down to kiss me. His newly naked skin pressed against my partially clothed chest and it drove me mad.
My fingers clutched at his tattooed arms when I heard the faint sound of a belt buckle opening and a pair of jeans falling to the floor. I gasped in surprise when his hand reached between my legs and pried my thighs apart.

“Harry,” I whimpered.

“Relax,” he shushed me, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll like it. Promise. I’m just-” he swallowed hard when I nipped on his neck. “-loving on you.”

His lips touched to my eyelids. Fingers brushed my cheek. A hand gently massaged my hip. It was as if he couldn’t get enough from touching me, I hoped he never could, so that he would always want me the way he did now.
Harry moved his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, holding me still before rolling his hips up. He repeated the action until he chocked on his breaths and I pressed my lips to his neck to quiet my whimpers. Pleasure cursed through my veins and I clung onto him when a feeling of falling apart spread through my body. Afterwards he continued to press lazy kisses to my exposed shoulder.

“Wait here for a second, yeah?” he whispered.

He climbed from under me and off the couch, disappearing in his room. I clutched the covers to my chest, covering my body. Harry returned with a shirt in his hand and a fresh pair of boxers clinging to his hips. He smiled widely upon catching me stare and I felt my cheeks redden.

“No need to be embarrassed now, babe.” He winked and leaned over me to connect our lips in another heavy kiss. “I brought you a shirt.”


I took it from him and pulled it over my head, inhaling his smell. Once done he crawled back in beside me and pulled me flush against his warm and very naked chest.

“I just want to shield you from anything that could cause you harm,” he exhaled.

“You always do,” I answered and kissed his jaw.

I fumbled with the blanked next to us and pulled it up until we were both fully covered. My head nuzzled into his neck and he rested his cheek against my forehead.

“Just doing a boyfriends job, aren’t I?”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! If you want, feedback is always very welcome and I’d be happy to write a request for someone. :) Also let me know if you want me to write more mature things. I may experiment with it in the future.

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best friend to boyfriend !yixing
  • if it was one person you loved more than anything, it was zhang yixing
  • the two of you met at a birthday party when you were about 8
  • none of you really had friends in that birthday, so the two of you were sitting alone in the couch
  • it was real awkward to be in a room filled with people, and you weren’t sure how you were gonna start a conversation with anyone
  • until you noticed your favorite book in yixing hand
  • “you took a book to a birthday?”
  • yixing being the private and quiet boy as he is, “uh i don’t really have friends here”
  • “same”… and then you start ranting about your favorite character in that book and his eyes widen like that was such a plot twist he thought you were gonna tease him
  • and so the two of you sat the whole birthday together and at first the two of you discussed about the book but then it continued to go about music, movies and other nerd stuff
  • after that you started to hang out every day
  • the two of you basically grew up together, he was your very best friend
  • whenever the two of you had a test you would study together, when one of your families had family dinner you would invite each other and basically he is the person you call right away when something happens
  • and now that you are in high school, the two of you are now known as the duo
  • you always hang out
  • he’s your #1
  • if you’re in a crowd of people and yixing is there, the two of you will immediately go to each other and be with each other
  • at the start everyone were teasing the two of you that you were secretly a couple
  • but of course everyone stopped because really the two of you weren’t really affected by it
  • but at the end of year, one day when he walked into class, late of course, you just saw him in a different way
  • suddenly you just had this feeling inside of you that said “it’s you, of course it’s you”
  • you felt such an idiot because there was no way you had any chance with him
  • yixing was so kind, funny, handsome as hell, smart and so artistic - you knew that a lot of girls were crushing on him and you hated that you were one of these girls
  • but honestly could anyone blame you?
  • the hardest thing about your crush on him, was that the two of you were always together
  • he would always ask you to hang out, even if he was making music or doing homework, it just seemed like he always wanted to be with you
  • but one day, your phone was ringing like crazy and it was yixing, but you just couldn’t
  • you had been around him everyday now and pretending not to love him was so tiring
  • really all you wanted was to kiss him and it was painful not to
  • so today you just couldn’t
  • you went up to your room, and you just laid down in your bed and kept thinking as you listened to music
  • you just needed a day off
  • but by night, you suddenly heard something in your window, and when you turned your attention to it, yixing full of leaves fell down on your floor
  • the idiot had been climbing on the tree next to your window and into your room
  • “the fuck yixing”
  • he’d try to act all cool as he stood up and ignored all of the leaves in his hair and on his clothes “you werent answering any of my calls so you basically asked for it”
  • “can’t i just have a day alone”
  • “yeah but you forgot to invite me” “why were you ignoring me”
  • “i wasnt”
  • “uh oh but you were”
  • “do you think i wanted to??” fuck
  • he’d definitely never leave now that he knew something was up “come on just tell me” he’d say as he sat next to you in bed
  • “no i can’t”
  • “yes you can”
  • “itll ruin our friendship”
  • “lol wanna bet”
  • “im serious”
  • “me too, 50??”
  • you would just sigh, you could never bring yourself up to do it
  • “i know something that’ll make you say it”
  • “yixing no nOO-” and then he would be on top of you, tickling you
  • “tell me tell me tell me” he would say as he started tickling you like crazy
  • “YIXING I SWEAR TO GOD ILL KILL YOU” youd say inbetween laughing
  • “ill stop when you tell me whats up”
  • “OKAY STOP IT” he’d stop and just sit there and laugh at you
  • you’d push him off you and hed lie right next to you
  • “but seriously though, what’s going on”
  • it would be silent for a few minutes
  • “y/n?”
  • “can you shut up i’m trying to”
  • then it would be silent for a few seconds before you blurted out “i love you”
  • you sat up and looked at him “fuck that sounded retarded, you probably feel uncomfortable and i love you and i suck at confessing things and you’re perfect”
  • he’d sit up and just look at you shocked
  • “and now i just feel like shit and you-” he cut you off by cupping your face with his large hands and kissing you
  • you’d instantly smile into the kiss as your hands found their way to his shoulders
  • the kiss was filled with passion and you just loved how his soft lips felt against yours, it was like everything around you didn’t matter anymore, he did
  • the six second kiss ended as he looked into your eyes “gotta admit that’s the best confession ever”
  • “shut up”
  • “since when did ‘i love you’ sound retarded” “i had to pour out my heart in just a matter of seconds what do you expect”
  • “well guess it’s my turn then, i love you too”
  • you were basically now a couple
  • the day after you were seen walking down the hall in school holding hands
  • confessing to yixing was probably the best thing you had ever done
  • it wasn’t like everything was different now because idk the two of you had always been best friends
  • but everything was more intense, in a good way
  • he’d be so good to you
  • really yixing is one of the most passionate people out there and you knew that this relationship would last
  • and you were afraid you would get tired of each other
  • but really as the time goes you just love him even more and it’s just crazy the amount of love the two of you have for each other
  • you’d move in with each other when you were finished at school and studying
  • you’d adopt a dog together
  • and really yixing was your best friend and your boyfriend and god whatever you went through you knew you’d always have yixing by your side