not okaaayyy :(

Why are people such a pain in the ass about things :/

So some fuckin website is selling an old fanart of mine.


Thank you Jordan Fister, Fister of Jordans, you seem like a real stand up dude.

Anyway, I contact the website.

And I get:

UGGHHHH, fine. I’ll go see how to submit a ‘DMCA Takedown Request’. Boy howdy, they are making it difficult.

Let’s Just see what this-

Jesus Christ. Okaaayyy. I’M NOT BUSY OR ANYTHING.

Anyway, I’ve read the fuckin thing and sent another email, adhering to this bulky policy and including my personal address and signature. We’ll see if they give enough of a shit to take it down.

You Really Don’t Know?

Word Count: Pretty long actually :p

Warnings: None. Just fluffs.

Summary: The reader oneday catches the twins playing a small prank on Neville and gets angry. From that moment on they start pranking her instead of Neville which leads Y/N to a punishment from Umbridge. But something happens after that which brings them closer instead.

The Story:

Y/N walked out of the Transfiguration class with her books clutching on her chest, towards her common room. Her mind wandered around the obvious silence that has spread over since Umbridge got in Hogwarts. She looked around and there was no crowd anywhere. Some of the few students who were present talked in low voice, not really happy either.

Y/F/N came walking slowly behind her with some Hufflepuff girl. “Hey you wanna come to Hogsmeade today? I mean we just planned to go today so…” She said pointing towards herself and her new friend.

“Oh sure. When exactly?” Y/N smiled and said.

“Maybe in the afternoon or like after lunch?”

“Um…okay…I guess..I’m just like..not in a mood to…”

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna come.” Y/F/N said.

“No no..I need to go there, I have some things to buy.”

“Okay…then see you later?” She said as they entered the Y/H/N common room.

*Time Skip*

Y/N walked slowly towards the Great Hall when she noticed Neville reaching up for a plate which appeared to be floating in the air, on which there were some Cauldron cakes. Y/F/N walked in the Great Hall while Y/N looked up…she was not really in a mood to help was not even fair if she didn’t help. It was DEFINITELY on a spell but Neville being stupid won’t just use magic to bring it down. Well, he seems to screw things up really bad so it’s not really relevant to blame him. Y/N sighed, walked towards him and said, “Hey Neville, not trying to be nosy or anything but don’t you think you can get another cake in the Great Hall?”

“Oh h-hey Y/N…Yeah I know I can get another in the Great Hall too but I got it just today from Honeydukes. I-I mean just…” he looked up at the plate and pressed his lips.

“Okaaayyy…I understand. Can I help you get it in any way?” Y/N said looking around as she noticed robes and shoes from behind a wall. Must be Malfoy! Why doesn’t he just leave us alone! I mean he IS a prefect but that doesn’t mean he can do anything! She walked furiously towards the wall and dragged the boy out from his hidden place by his robes. He stumbled but managed to balance himself. To her surprise, well…not really..but it wasn’t Malfoy and his friends. Rather she was facing the Weasley twins, among which, one of them — isn’t really clear exactly which one — was gaping at her with a grin on his lips.

Her brows furrowed as she started yelling at them, the anger that she kept in her all this time started coming out.

“Are you serious?! I mean aren’t you realizing that you are ACTUALLY making it hard for us? I mean really, just look around yourself! Do you see any happy faces? Except you two maybe!! You two seem to enjoy your time pranking people and making their life miserable! Seriously guys I think it’s time to stop playing these pranks! We all feel miserable under this-this Umbridge’s freaking dictatorship rule in Hogwarts! We don’t want any kind of problems anymore! Seriously, Neville is always screwing up badly at literally everything but why do you feel happy to make him feel much more worse than he already is!! THANK YOU BOYS but we don’t need any kind of extra problems! Just PLEASE LEAVE NEVILLE ALONE!!!” She panted as she blurted out everything.

“Woah woah calm down mate! We aren’t causing much problems! I mean we just made the cake afloat in the air, and would’ve put it down after a while. But you seemed to just jump out of nowhere and pull me here! I mean you caused the main problem just look at Neville!!”

“Oh yeah sur–” She said and looked at her right and saw a wand on the floor. It must have fell down when she pulled him!! She looked up and saw Neville covered with cakes and some of them smashed on the floor. “Oh no…” She whispered and loosened her grip on the boy’s robe and then ran towards him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Neville! I didn’t really think about anything when I was yelling at him. I am so so sorry!” Y/N said and made an attempt to clean up the mess she had made from his shirt. “Ugh..this is all my fault.” She huffed.

“I-It’s not all your fault. I m-mean Fred and George were already…” He said, blushing at her attempt to clean his face.

“Um….since I destroyed your cupcakes, come to Hogsmeade with me and let me buy something for you. NO COMPLAINTS.” She smiled and said.

“Oh….uh….uou r-really don’t have to..” Neville stuttered.

“Oh hell yeah I have to. Oh…and…uh….just so that you know….it’s not like-like a…a date. Just… know what I mean?” She said while her face reddened.

“OFCOURSE…Sure…at..3 ‘o’ clock in the afternoon?”

“Yes. That will be fine. My friends are going I’ll inform them. And sorry again for the mess i made. You go clean up yourself and I’ll make sure to sneak some food for you.”

“That will be very nice of you.” Neville smiled and left.

Y/N then turned around and saw Fred and George leaning on the wall and smirking. She walked towards them, gritted her teeth and said, “Keep my words in your mind.”

“Well you should thank us instead. You got a date.”

“Shut up! It’s not a date and mind your own business!” She said and walked in the Great Hall. She didn’t notice that one of the twin’s eyes scanned her body in admiration and stopped on her hair that she tucked behind her ear. He looked at every detail on her face, starting from the frown on her lips to her shoes which were covered a bit of dirt.

As she sat down on the Y/H/N table, her friend said, “So…you’ve got a date with Neville.”


“WHatever you say ma'am.” She smirked and said.

So after the argument..or maybe just Y/N yelling at the twins, they stopped bothering Neville. But the problem is that now they started pranking her instead. Y/N really got pissed from all the fun she was made of. And it wasn’t even clear which one of the twins did it. Sometimes it was Fred and sometimes, George. Once one of them even turned her hair colour to purple. She was really ashamed and did her best to hide it. Complaining to the prefects did no good because they clearly enjoyed watching her miserable.

Y/N surely felt angry but some part of her enjoyed the attention she was getting. Some part of her wanted this to happen. But she wasn’t fully aware of that. She was that average girl who wasn’t given much importance. She did have friends, but not that much. But there was something about their…maybe the look in HIS eyes that was very different. Maybe she started liking him. One of the main reason why she started concentrating on her outfit and hairstyle everyday. Y/N’s friends also didn’t spare her from all the teasing.

“Definitely one of them is falling for you.”

“Oh my god Y/N! Look! They are staring at you! Oh, which one of them is it?!”

“Oh maybe you’re falling for him too.”

“He was the only person who didn’t laugh at you when he changed your hair colour.”

And Y/N flustered really badly due to all the teasing and the silly giggles after that. She didn’t understand which one of them they meant but it was surely the one with the intense look in their eyes.

*Time Skip*

It was one of those usual days where Y/N was walking to the Transfiguration class with Y/F/N and she ofcourse had to tolerate her friend’s teasing…blushing furiously.

“I’m telling you one of them is doing this! And on purpose!!” Y/F/N said.

“Oh shut up! It is nothing like that. He is mean to me. How can you expect this?”

“HE??? Well you know which one then??”

Her face became red as she said, “N-NO!”

“But like you know the saying…A boy is especially mean to the girl he likes.”

“I don’t know why do people feel like this is a good way. I-I mean that is really not how things work. There are other w-ways you..know.”

“Oooooh…you sound like you really enjoy that.”

“Shut up I don’t!”

“Well tell me on a serious note. Do you know which one is it?”

“I-I think…I do.”

“Merlin’s BEARD! Who???!”

“I don’t know the name but…you know…if you look of them a..pretty different way.”

“Holy Molly Y/N! Trust me he’s the one who is doing all this!!!!”

“I don’t know… I mean every time I try to find out, it is always different names. But like pranking is just not the way. It doesn’t work.”

Y/F/N grinned an said, “It’s surely working on you. You are SO falling for him.”

And just then one of the twins flew on top of Y/N and was out of sight. Suddenly there was glitter everywhere and it just messed up her clothes. She looked down and picked up a small box…probably where the glitter was kept. Before she could start yelling, she heard a high pitched shriek. She looked up and was facing the last thing she wanted to happen.

It was Umbridge…covered in glitters. She needs to have some in her damn dark soul. She was breathing heavily and her whole face was red. She came towards Y/N huffing and yelled, “Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!!! How DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!”

Y/F/N said, “Ma'am it’s not her! She didn’t do anything!! The twi-” A strange kind of fear spread on Y/N’s heart as her friend almost said about them. Him. She quickly squeezed her friend’s hand and stopped her from saying it.

“She didn’t? The box is clearly visible on her hand!” Umbridge yelled. She then calmed down, but her face was still red. “I would like to meet you in the evening in my office Ms. Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s face dropped with that as she said, “Yes.”

She cleaned the glitters from her shirt and hair and walked in the class. But she missed the pair of eyes watching her full of sorrow and guilt at the end of the corridor.

*Time Skip*

Y/N exited Umbridge’s office at evening, holding her wrist tightly and hoping the piercing pain to go away from her hand. She walked back to her common room and sat down on a couch. Y/F/N came running to her with a glass of water and asked about the punishment. As Y/N told her about the punishment, she asked her after a while, “So…are you…angry with..them?”

“You think?” Y/N asked sarcastically. “This happened all because of them! Making fun of me was  not fine! I always told you that! Now look what it led to! I am seriously done with them.”

“Well then why did you save them? I mean I’m pretty sure they got into a LOT of detentions before this. They could’ve dealt with this one too.”

“I did it because it’s time these should stop. I’m tired of all these. I saved them so that he would just look at me and stop before thinking about playing pranks on me again. I just wanna see if he really does that.” With these words she left the common room and went in the dorm.

Y/F/N didn’t really bother her with questions after this. She knew that she would get better. Before dinner, she came and asked her to come to dinner. Y/N refused continuously for about five minutes but finally gave in. She quickly changed her uniform to a casual dress and brushed her hair to a ponytail (incase of long hair) / to the back using hairband (incase of short hair).

In the Great Hall, everyone silently ate their dinner. But unlike everyday, Y/N didn’t enjoy the stare from the Weasley that day. She just wanted to leave that place as fast as possible. But little did she realize that he felt horrible. It was because of him that she had to bear the pain. He really wished she didn’t try to save him…but he was also very impressed with how she isn’t whining and complaining about the pain like most girls. Most people…especially the ones who were pranked by him didn’t care about him at all. He was confident enough that some part of her likes him but was still not sure. Because Y/N wasn’t a girl who liked to talk about her feelings much. She did once talk about her feelings…to a guy..and he just used her and threw her away when he became bored.

After the dinner was over everyone started walking back to their houses. Y/N was one of those students who felt sleepy after the heavy food. Suddenly she felt a pull on her hand and she turned to face the Weasley. Her eyes were no longer heavy.

“Hey Y/N, I think there’s something we need to discuss about.” He said.

“No  thanks.” She turned away from him and continued walking towards her common room but Y/F/N stopped her and pulled her to a side. “I think you really need to talk to him about it. You don’t want to talk it to us, so try to talk it with him because…he is involved.”

“I don’t want to. I reaaallly don’t, I’m tired right now. Let me go.” Y/N said.

“Y/N just look at him. He can perfectly hide the guilt he has gone through today just by putting a smile on his lips. He’s miserable! When did you ever see the twins talking seriously about anything? Do you understand how bad he feels that he personally came to you to talk about what happened? C'mon you’re smart Y/N. I think you should go.”

Y/N just kept quiet for a moment and looked back at Fred who was looking for some kind of approval. She sighed and said, “Fiiinnnee. Just..okay..I have a’ve to help me in that. Promise me.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Good one. Trust me. It’s not against any rules of Umbridge too so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay, I don’t trust you about taking decisions at all but fine. I’ll be waiting in the dorm.” And Y/F/N left.

Y/N walked to Fred and asked, “WHat.”

“I know you’re angry at me but…why did you save me?”

“WHy? So that from the next time you stop and think before making fun of me.”

“But everyone loved that. To see us like that.”

“NO Weasley, everyone loved watching me made fun of. And us? What do you mean by ‘us’? It was never us. It was always about you and your twin making fun of me.”

He shot his hands up and said, “Fine I know it happened all because of me. And I don’t feel good about tha–” He got interrupted by his twin, “Hey Gred should I head back?”

“Gred! I mean Fred!! You’re the one!” She furrowed her brows. He just ignored her words.

“Yeah mate. I’ll be in a minute.” The other twin just smirked and yelled back while walking back to the Gryffindor Common House, “Take as long as you like brother. Things like these can’t be enjoyed in a minute!”

Y/N flustered and said, “You have anything other to say or you’re just wasting my time.”

“Yes, I do actually. Have you gone to the hospital wing to heal your injuries?”

“Injuries? It’s not really much..I can handle it on my own.”

“No you can’t.” And with these words he left with Y/N, almost running to the hospital wing, his hands clutching tightly on her wrist. She frowned because of the pain and tried to get out of his grip. And finally Y/N arrived with Fred on the hospital wing and said, “THat hurts!!”

Fred just smirked and said, “Sorry but I think if you can handle the pain while writing down, you can handle the pain from your loved ones.”


He walked and brought back a medical box…Howcome Madam Pomfrey agree to that???? Trusting Fred…one of the biggest prankster with medical stuffs? She’s got bonkers.

“Sit down.” He said. Y/N quietly sat down on a nearby chair, the scars on her hand were still red. Fred knelt down and took one of her hand on his hand. It made her a bit of shy when she realized he looked like he was about to propose her. A little bit of smile tugged on the corner of her lips as her eyes captured Fred’s ones. His eyes looked caring and warm…and loving. He was carefully putting some medicines and wrapping her hand with cloth and some bandages…a bit of smile on his face too, enjoying the comfortable silence and her attention. Fred looked up at her and Y/N snapped out of the trance that she was in and averted her eyes to anywhere in the room, but at him. He just smiled and said, “It’s okay if you look at me. I don’t mind.”

“W-what?” Y/N stuttered, her cheeks flaming red as she looked down to her lap.

“I don’t mind this kind of attention. Your soft gazes are not really easy to recieve.” He smiled as he finished his work.

“Uh..I was just..doesn’t matter, I think we should go, Umbridge will be angry.” She said looking back at his eyes.

“No, it does matter. I..I am really sorry. But why did you save me down there?”

“So that you stop bothering me. Anyways why do you even care?” That came out a bit harsh.

He took both of her hands now. Their eyes met again..but this time with a bit of the caring and love in his eyes. He kissed her knuckles slowly as she felt the soft wet touch and her eyes brightened a bit. His eyes fixed on hers, he said “Because you’re special to me. I care about you.”

Y/N’s gaze now softened, feeling her heart beat fast as she asked, “Why?”

He just smiled that made her smile back and they both looked at each other quietly. Until, Madam Pomfrey interrupted them by clearing her throat. “Are you two done? I think you should head back to your common rooms now. It’s quite late.” She said.

“Yessss.” Fred said getting up and handing her the medical box back. Y/N got up and walked out with him, both avoiding each other’s eyes. She couldn’t handle it any longer and she asked, “You..You didn’t answer me.”

He stopped in front of her and smiled, “You really don’t know?”

She just kept quiet and looked at him. He slowly brushed his hands on her cheeks and got closer. “Because…” He was centimeters away when his hands suddenly went to her hairband and he pulled it out of her hair and said with his old, known mischievous smile, “You’re the only person I can prank all day long!” And with that he ran away. Y/N’s eyes went wide in disbelief. How stupid of me to think we were…were..going to… She huffed in anger and stomped back to her dorm.

*Time Skip*

The following morning was back to how everything was. Except that Y/N knew who it was all this time.


And as always, Y/F/N filled her up with lots of questions and Y/N calmly told her everything that happened that night. Today was different. Y/N was with a smile all along, and a confident one. She wasn’t afraid of Umbridge’s punishment any longer. Her head held high she walked in the Great Hall, looking for Fred quite shamelessly. He was sitting on his usual place, beside his brother. He smiled and winked at her. So nothing’s awkward. *Phew* She just rolled her eyes and walked to her house table.

The rest of day was spent with obvious pranks on her but she, unlike the other days didn’t snap at him. She just smiled and gave him the “You can’t make me angry now” look.

At near afternoon she stood near the Black Lake with Y/F/N, talking and laughing while throwing stones on the lake. When all of a sudden a wind came swooping towards her and a horrifying yell. She jumped in fear and lost her balance.. SPLASH!!! And she was in water.

Her eyes filled with fear and panic, she tried to remain afloat on the river as much as she could. Her hands flew from anywhere to everywhere as she head up from the water, trying her best not to drown. The Weasley twins meanwhile flew down near the lake and laughed at her. Y/F/N was now in absolute stress a she started yelling, “She cannot swim!!”

“Oh really? Nice one but not much effective to make us fall for it.”


“No, we’re not falling for this.” Fred laughed and looked back. The lake was calm, not a trace of the disturbance of the water that just occurred a few minutes ago. “Wait for a while and she’ll just come back up.” George said.

It had been almost 2 minutes. Y/F/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

“You know what?! I’m going in! I’ll atleast try without getting drowned in there!!!” She said as she started going down. The twins now realized that maybe they made a probably….huge mistake. It was two minutes long!!!

Fred’s eyes now started to go wide in fear as he quickly jumped in the water. He swam under the water looking for her when he saw her floating a little far away from him. He quickly got hold of her body and went up gasping for air.

He brought her back to the land and held her cold body close. Y/N was unconscious. Fred’s eyes now were in fear…fear of losing her. Not that she is gonna die or something but that she is gonna hate him for putting her life in danger. Fear of not been forgiven after the Umbridge incident. Every little pranks that he played on her, to bring them closer to each other were falling apart in front of his eyes.

He whispered, “Someone can’t just go away like that. You just can’t leave me hanging like this. There-There’s just a lot of things we have to go through, lots of things are yet to be told. It can’t fall apart again. I-I..You have to..” As he proceeded to pick you up again, to go to the hospital wing, he heard a soft sweet voice.

“I know.”

His eyes shot up at her face. Y/N was smiling.

“Come again?” He said a bit of angered and confused tone. George and Y/F/N were watching from a distance and observing everything, and quite enjoying that.

She sat up and squeezed her hair to get out the water.

“Thanks Y/F/N.” She smiled at her. “That was worth it.” Y/F/N smirked and said.

“You think you’re the only one who can prank?” Y/N said flicking back her hair.

His eyes glaring in disbelief, he sat down properly, “You ALMOST had me!!!”

“Hah! NOt almost! I DID have you.”

“No-Not at all.”

“Sure. But I would have seriously failed in that if you were a bit more late..I mean it was hard for 2 minutes. I needed to breathe again.” She said laughing

Y/N looked at him–both quiet– with the same old stare they shared last night, a smile tugging on their lips. With that she knelt closer to him. Her hands cupped his jaw, she closed her eyes and kissed him…his eyes closed with the touch and then he immediately held her waist, pulling her closer. Although their body was cold, their lips were warm, soft and synced perfectly…like fireworks were bursting inside of them..every moment felt like an eternity. She pulled back and looked at him.

“So?” He asked.

“So what?”

“What was THAT for?”

Y/N just grinned and said, “You really don’t know?”


nerdycatterpillar  asked:

45 ereri if you would be so kind :). Love your blog btw, it's amazing! ❤

Aww you’re so sweet! I see you in my activity feed all the time! Thank you for the love and support!

#45: “Tell me a secret.”

Eren giggles as he nudges Levi in the side. Levi giggles back. 

This goes on for God knows how long. 

It had been going on for God knows how long.

It was Levi’s idea for Eren to come over and hang out, just the two of them. And because Eren was oh-so madly in love with Levi since their sophomore year of high school, he couldn’t say no. He could never say no to Levi. 

Never ever.

They had just finished midterms and to celebrate, Levi broke out the alcohol. Which was never a good idea. But since when were college boys ever full of good ideas?

“Your hair smells good,” Eren murmurs as he takes a little sniff with a goofy smile. 

“No you,” is Levi’s witty comeback and it was as if Levi had told the best joke in the entire world because Eren is laughing. He holds his stomach as he does, tears prickling his eyes and soon enough Levi is laughing to. 

But the thing about Levi’s laugh is that he snorts whenever laughing extra hard. So the first snort Eren hears has him in tears and he lays himself across Levi’s lap until he’s reduced to a fit of giggles. 

Levi’s hand finds his hair and plays with it a little, Eren humming at the feeling and he lets a lazy smile come to his face. 

“Hey,” Levi pokes his forehead. 

“Mmmwhat?” Eren slurs and peaks up at him. 

Levi pauses, almost forgetting what he was going to say and it causes Eren to begin giggling. “Tell me a secret,” he whispers, leaning down close to Eren’s face until his breath is fanning over it and Eren can feel his face blush a little even though he’s already a little red from the alcohol. 

“No you,” Eren mocks and Levi rolls his eyes. “Okaaayyy,” Eren drawls and he reaches up to hold Levi’s face as he thinks. “Ummmm, I’m afraid of spiders.”

“Psshhhhh,” Levi snorts. “That’s not a secret.”

Eren begins laughing again. “I know.”

“Ereeennnnn,” Levi whines and Eren huffs a pout. “I wanna know a secret.”

“You tell me first.”

Levi looks as if he’s actually thinking and then his eyes meet Eren’s. “I’m gay.”

That was the last thing for Eren to expect and he simply blinks at Levi before smiling. “That’s okay. Me too.” He shrugs and continues squishing Levi’s cheeks that have been tinted pink with a small blush. 

“Your turn,” he mutters but doesn’t move away. At this point, he’s laying on top of Eren, their legs tangled together and Eren feels a warmth in his chest as he smiles. 

“I like you,” Eren blurts. “Or, like, more than like. I like like you… okay pretty sure I love you.” He ends up rambling his confession and almost starts crying when he doesn’t get a response. What he does get, in fact, is Levi’s lips planted on his in a —really— sloppy kiss but Eren found it the best kiss he’s had in his life. 

“That’s okay,” Levi repeats after Eren. “Me too.”

lemme write you some ereri fluffs :D

anonymous asked:

Funny how suddenly there's a lot of tk shippers claiming they have korean friends and trying their hard to prove that jikook is 'fake'. They looked so dumb i swear to god.

lmao true though. like suddenly, you’re fluent in korean and your neighbors cousins step sisters ex-boyfriend is korean and informed you that jungkook was calling jimin his kid. his full on child. his and tae’s infant. that’s what he meant. yep. okaaayyy. 

like get ur head out of your ass and stop being so extraaaaa like accept it. love urself. understand not everything is going to be ur  otp and other ships are gonna have moments. ffs. 

Skater Boy - Calum Hood Imagine

Ah, yes, Lauren has written an AU imagine in which Calum is some super hot super bad skater boy. Okay.

WARNING: it is SMUT so if ur not 18 or if ur not REALLY DESPERATE do not read this or I’ll tell ur mum.

Thanks I hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!

The breeze is cold on my cheeks as I bring my Starbucks up to my lips.I struggle with my book bag, stopping in front of a video rental store to straighten out my things. The new semester has only just begun and already I am beyond disorganized. 

I hear the grind of wheels on pavement inching closer. I look up to see a tall, lean, tan boy on a skateboard, watching me as he passes. He’s wearing a faded red tank top, so loose around the neckline and arm holes I can practically see his whole body, black skinny jeans and a backwards snapback. A cigarette dangles from his pouty lips. His dark eyes never leaving my body as he skates by.

He doesn’t stop watching. I’ve forgotten about my things, laying on the ground at my feet, as I watch him watch me, a blatant expression of approval plastered on his face. 

I roll my eyes and turn away. What a creep. An attractive creep. But, regardless, a creep. I bend down to pick up my bag, heading to the bus station so I can go talk to my professor before class starts, when I feel a presence over me.

I stand up, face-to-face with the boy from seconds earlier, only now he has the skateboard tucked under his toned, tattooed arm. He’s significantly taller than me, a goofy half smile spread across his full lips.

“Hey, gorgeous,” comes out a syrupy sound, accompanied by the smell of cigarettes.

“Who are you?” I say, trying not to stare at his collarbone tattoos.

“Calum. And you?”

“Late,” I say, flinging my bag over my shoulder, stepping around him. He puts a foot out, leaning in so I can’t get around.

“I meant your name,” his voice is more aggressive now, the words slithering between his lips and creeping into my skin. I can’t look him in the eye. He’s completely immersed in my personal space. I am entirely enveloped by his presence.

“Y/N,” I say, finally looking him in the eyes. They light up, along with a perfect smile with perfect teeth - shocking, for a kid who smokes - as he nods.

“Very pretty,” he steps away, and I miss his demanding presence already. I admire his toned arms, strong hands, gripping onto the skateboard. His strong jawline clenches quickly before he continues. “Just thought I’d talk to ya. Prettiest girl I’ve seen in a while.”

“Thank you?”

“Where you headed?”

“Is that any of your business?" 

I’m not sure why I’m fighting back. I’m strangely, unfortunately, and undeniably attracted to him. He raises his chin, a cheeky grin growing on his lips.

"Is now, sweetheart.” He lights up another cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face. My hand shoots up to wave it away, but he catches my wrist. “Because you’re coming with me.”

There’s something inside my head telling me to fight back, to not go with him, to run away and never look back. But my heart is pounding and my palms are sweating and my eyelids are drooping and there’s a knot in my stomach and there is no way I am running away from this boy. 

I need a break from my studies, anyway. 

He drops his skateboard to the ground, hopping on and rolling at a pace that’s hard for me to keep up. His grip on my wrist never loosens. Not until we quickly reach a skate park, graffiti’d and greyed under the clouded sky. 

A few other guys skid around on skateboards and bikes, but they stop the moment they notice Calum approaching with me stumbling along. He tosses his finished cigarette into the grass.

“Fellas, this is Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N,” they all chime half heartedly. They immediately turn back to whatever they were doing while Calum sits next to me on the grass.

“I had somewhere to be, you know,” I say, leaning my head back.

He glances at my lips, “Well you can fucking suck it up, big girl.”

I sit up straighter, and raise my eyebrows. He just shrugs, turning to watch his friends, bringing his fingers up to run across his plump lips.

I lick my lips, staring at his jawline, the tattoos on his arms. He notices that I’m staring, I know he does. Because, although he’s not looking at me, he’s got this stupid smug expression on his face.

“Calum!” One of his buddies yells. I’m yanked out of my daze, and my eyes snap up to the speaker. “I just can’t get the hang of the backside McTwist!” I frown at the ridiculous name.

“Sure, mate,” Calum stands up, taking his skateboard with him. He performs what must be a backside McTwist, but slips on the dismount, falling on his face.

I stand up and rush over. He’s not too hurt, as he’s standing up again, a hand on his eyebrow.

“Lemme see,” I say, pushing Calum’s friends aside. They all watch me as I scoot in closer, pushing Calum’s fingers away from the wound. There’s a bit of a cut above his eyebrow, bleeding slightly. “We gotta get this cleaned up.”

I grab him by the wrist and drag him towards the sketchy public washrooms the park provides. I hear him chuckling behind me. 

“Can’t believe I bailed.”

“Well, it looked pretty hot, despite the ending.” I reassure. I can’t see him, but I can just imagine the smug grin on his face. 

I push in whatever door, not caring whether it’s men’s or women’s. He follows suit, sitting up on the counter.

“You brought me into the girl’s washroom,” he looks at me as I wet a piece of paper towel with cold water.

“Well you can fucking suck it up, big boy,” I mimic his tone from earlier. He gives me a half smile through hooded eyelids. 

“You are fuckin’ hot, you know that?” he growls.

“Hold still,” I try to ignore him, bringing the dripping towel to his eyebrow. He winces at the cold, but I hold it there for a few moments. He stares at me, licking his lips. I stare at the blob of paper towel over his wound, too afraid to make eye contact.

He pushes my hand away from his face, wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck. “Forget about the cut,” he mumbles, pulling my face in for an eager kiss.

Our mouths knock together feverishly. His lips are rabid and animalistic, working at my mouth with such hunger and force. He tastes like cigarettes and desire. I groan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck as he brings his free hand down to grip my ass.

He jumps off the counter, causing me to bite down on his lip, earning a whimper from him as he turns us around, lifting me up onto the counter as if I weigh nothing.

His lips brush against my jawline and down onto my neck, where he nips and sucks, surely leaving marks. I moan softly into his hair, working at the button on his jeans urgently.

His left hand is on my left breast, his right hand is sliding up my thigh, up my skirt. I groan into his hair as his fingers creep closer to my centre.

“Mm, baby, you’re soaked,” He grunts as his fingers finally brush against my panties. I gasp at his touch, and he forces his lips back onto mine to silence me. I push his jeans down to fall around his ankles, palming him through his boxers.

“Shit,” I whimper into him as he pushes my panties to the side, rubbing my clit viciously. “Calum… shit.”

“You gotta be quiet, baby girl,” his voice is husky with lust. I just nod, rubbing against his hard-on more viciously through the fabric of his underwear. He grunts, furrowing his brows at me. “And don’t tease me like that, babe.”

He thrusts two fingers in me, causing me to gasp, while he brings the other hand up to grip my neck, almost choking me. He growls under his breath as he pumps in and out of me at a quickly increasing pace. I bite down on my lips, trying to stay quiet, 

“God!” I moan out. “I don’t… Give a fuck who hears,” I whine between moans. He curls his fingers up, brushing against my spot and making me cry out, yanking at the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s.

“What do you want, baby?” He growls.

“Y-y…” I whimper a pathetic response. 

“I said what do you fucking want?” He nearly shouts, pumping even harder,

“You, oh my god!” I scream, feeling my climax inch closer and closer.

“Come for me first,” He purrs, sucking at my collarbones. 

It doesn’t take long to reach my high, my body trembling at his touch, my lungs tossing out a pornographic moan into the grungy bathroom. I rest my head on his shoulder, panting into his neck and raising goosebumps on his skin.

“You aren’t finished yet, babe,” He says, dropping his boxers. His erection slaps against his stomach, and I stare at it, hungry for it, despite how exhausted I am from the last orgasm. He lines himself up at my core, looking up to smirk at me. 

He thrusts into me violently, not allowing me to adjust before he develops a quick, heavy, deep pace. I’m crying out again, clawing at his back as I feel myself around him, hardly able to take him all in.

“God damn,” he’s grunting, panting out cigarette scented breaths with every thrust. “You feel so good, fuck.”

“Calum!” I can feel myself nearing the peak again.

“Oh no, baby girl,” he’s groaning into the crook of my neck, his one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my thigh. “I’m nowhere near finished.”

Our breaths and moans mix in the air, echoing off the faded, dirty walls. His pants and moans and profanities tickle my skin, as I mark his with my fingernails, down his back, down his biceps. 

I come undone again, crying out, digging my nails into his flesh, trembling and quivering as he continues thrusting into me. 

“I can’t-” I whine, completely losing control of myself from the pleasure. My body gives out, and Calum is holding up my full weight as he continues. 

“I’m close, now,” he grunts, his thrusts getting sloppy, quicker, more forceful. My eyes roll back as is start to suck on the skin of his neck, my arms limp around his waist. Fuck, it feels so good.

“Y/N, fuck!” he shouts, releasing into me and yanking on my hair. He rides out his high, his pace slowing down, his breath quickening, his heartbeat pounding against mine. 

He eventually pulls out, stepping back to look at me for a second. I compose myself, sitting up straighter and adjusting my top and skirt, running my fingers through my hair. Our breaths are still fast and loud and I can feel my heart banging against my ribcage. 

Calum steps in to kiss me one last time before pulling his pants back up and leaning against the door, still staring at me.


“You look so sexy all hot and bothered.”

“Oh, no, Calum,” I shake my head, hopping off the counter. My knees buckle a little bit but I quickly regain enough strength to steady myself. “I have to get to class.”



Thats my little sister!

Originally posted by believeinbetterlife

Requested: yes kinda

Writer: Athena 

Pairing: Stiles X Reader

About: Your dating Stiles and you Scotts Sister(a/n I changed it to your his Lil sis!) 

Warnings: swearing, smutish idk rated R lol

part 2   part 3    part 4    part 5

I walked through my  front door throwing my heavy bag down that’s full of books and irrelevant school papers and made my way up the stairs to my room as I rounded the corner of my bedroom door frame, I  jumping when I saw Stiles sitting on my bed.

 “Jesus Stiles, you’re being a fucking creep,” I say walking up to him hitting his arm. 

“Sorry baby,” he said chuckling. 

Stiles and I were dating but we were keeping it a secret because of Scott his best friend, my older brother, as you can imagine that’s not the prettiest picture.

 “Are we gonna study?” I asked turning around crossing my arms, from where I was putting things away by my desk.  He waved me over obliging I walked over to Stiles standing in-between his legs looking down at him. 

“I have other ideas.” he said placing his hands on my ass giving it a squeeze. 

“oh really?” I said moving my legs to either side of he waist sitting in his lap. 

“yeah,” he said running his hands up my waist under my shirt making his way to my breasts.

 I leaned down slightly giving him a kiss, rolling my hips against his. He moaned into our kiss pulling me closer to him, one of his hands traveling into my leggings and panties starting to rub my clit. I jerked at the sudden contact of his fingers letting out a load moan. 

“Oh my god, Stiles,” I said throwing my head back. 

“does that feel good babygirl,” he said looking up at me

 “Yeah.” I breathed heavily. 

Just as I was about to come undone, I heard the front door open and close. My eyes went wide as I stopped and stared at Stiles. 

“I think its Scott,” I whispered. 

“you don’t think,” he said sarcastically pulling his hand out of my pants pulling away from me and standing up fixing his shirt. I did the same fixing my pants and my shirt. 

“Go wash your hands,” I said pointing to my bathroom, he smirked placing his fingers into his mouth. 

“All clean.” I just rolled my eyes

 “Go wash for fucking hands Stiles” I whisper yelled.

 “Fine,” he said walking over to my bathroom. 

Just as Stiles was done in the bathroom Scott came around the corner leaning on my doorframe 

“Hey, Scott,” I smiled sitting on my bed grabbing my notepad to make it seem like I was studying. 

“What have to to been up to?” he said crossing his arms.

 “Studying why?” I questioned. 

“No reason,” he said sounding like he was onto something. Stiles was at my desk flipping through a book of mine. 

“Can I talk to you, Stiles,” Scott said turning on his heal and walking out of my room. Stiles looked over to me shrugging as he walked out the door. 

It had been about five minutes since Scott asked to talk to Stiles. Just as I was about to get up to see what was taking so long, Stiles reentered my room looking a little flushed.

 “What was that about?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

 “Nothing, but he knows I’m seeing someone know,” Stiles stated like it wasn’t a big deal.

 “What? What did you say?!” I questioned my eyebrows raised.

 “Just that I was seeing someone very beautiful.” he smiled cheekily at me.

I shook my head as to say “your unbelievable”  

_____The Next Day At School_____

I pushed though the heavy doors of Beacon Hills High making my way to my first class,but first I had to go to my locker. The halls were empty because of course, I was late, as I rounded the corner to get to my locker I bumped into someone, dropping my bag and everything in it.

 “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I said looking up it was Scott and Stiles. 

“It’s okay, ” Scott said helping me pick up my things before I even saw it Scott picked up a condom that had fallen out of my bag. He slowly stood up looking at it with fear and anger and sadness and everything in-between.

 “I-I uh-” Scott cut me off by shaking his head.

 “Don’t,” he said. We stayed silent for a moment. 

“Well,” I took a large breath “I’m gonna go to class now” 

“Wait no, no, no” he stopped me from escaping.

“Who are you sleeping with?”  he said looking disappointed.

 I sighed walking up to him grabbing his hand. “I’m not sleeping with anyone, its just in case I guess.”  

“Okaaayyy, then who are you seeing that you are thinking about fucking (Y/N)!” he said with anger.

 I started to walk backward. “If you must know.” I threw my hands in the air still walking backward. 

“I was thinking about fucking Stiles!” I yelled back at him turning on my heal walking away. I looked over my shoulder to see Stiles look over at Scott. 

(Gif) “That my little sister, she’s 16 Stiles!” I heard Scott yell as I waked away heading to my class.

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