not taking a step toward you

Colors of Dissonance (pt. 17)

Part 16

(Sorry, cutie pies. This story has been giving me a lot of trouble lately. Writer’s block all over the place! Hopefully I’ll get back on track with this part and be able to keep these updates regular from now on though!)

Mark wakes up as the sun’s rays peek in through missing panes in the warehouse’s windows. He turns his head and sees Amy asleep beside him and Sean on her other side. Mark sits up slowly, trying not to wake them. There’s a stiffness in his limbs, and he feels heavy.

Mark gets to his feet and walks over to the doors of the warehouse, pushed open and rusting with age. He decides to take a walk around the building to clear his head and to check for any sign of trouble. The morning is damp with fog and overcast like rain might be in the near future. Mark wonders if he should check the weather, but that would mean sending out his location.

Practically an invitation for Corporate to come find him.

He’s turning the corner around one side of the warehouse when something knocks over a crate behind him. Mark spins around, scanning the lot for signs of life, but other than the cloud of dust kicked up by the toppled shipping crate, nothing moves. Mark lets out the breath he was holding and turns back around only to come nose to nose with Dark.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Mark.” Dark appears again to his left along with a high-pitched ringing. Mark gasps and flinches away, but Dark just laughs. “Why so jumpy?”

“You nearly got me killed!” Mark’s hands grip into fists, and he briefly entertains the thought of punching this other version of himself in the face. “Just who do you think you are?”

“I’ve already told you that, Mark.” The other man drifts closer, always too close, like he’s trying to prove something. “It’s time for you to uphold your end of the bargain. I want control.”

Mark takes a step away as Dark reaches for him. “I told you, I don’t remember making that promise. Besides, what if you hurt someone I care about?”

Dark smirks and tilts his head in the direction of the warehouse. “Like your ex-girlfriend who hates your guts or the broken little man with a knife? Oh yes, you simply must protect them,” Dark says contemptuously. “You’re like a child, Mark. Children need guidance, and I can offer that.” Dark walks behind him, trailing his hand along Mark’s arm and across his shoulders. “There’s something I want, and I can only get it if you agree to let me take control for just a little while.” He leans in close to Mark’s ear. “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is if you do this willingly.”

Mark swallows and glares at Dark. “And I can imagine what the hard way would be.” He thinks about Sean, scared, broken, and alone. It only makes sense that the demon in his head would take full advantage of that, feed on it, and become stronger. “Tell me what it is that you want first.”

“I want to bring Corporate to its knees, only my way isn’t quite as peaceable as that of your friends.” Dark glances over Mark’s shoulder and smiles like a Cheshire cat. Mark hears Amy call his name from behind him. “Ah, here comes one of them now.”

Mark grits his teeth. “I swear, if you hurt her…”

“You’ll what?” Dark grabs Mark’s chin and shakes his head from side to side. “I’m you, idiot. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Mark!” Amy comes around the corner of the warehouse, and when Mark turns around to look at her, Dark disappears. “Who are you talking to? I woke up and you were gone!”

Mark glances around, trying to see where Dark has gone. “I-I’m sorry, Amy.”

She walks up and punches him in the arm. “Quit scaring me!”

“Yes, mam,” Mark says with a little grin that turns Amy’s cheeks red. She glares at him a moment more before turning around and going back the way she came. Mark watches her go as Dark steps up to stand beside him.

A call appears on Mark’s neural-cam. It’s Nate. They’ve collaborated a few different times now, but what could he possibly want?

“Choose now.” Dark turns towards Mark. “You can choose to let me in, and I promise your friends will be left out of it. Or you can fight me off for as long as you can, and I’ll take over by force.” Dark grins maliciously. “And at that time, I won’t have to answer for my actions.”

Mark answers the call or Mark agrees to let Dark in.

Sambam is quietly working on one of her Spanish apps geared toward teaching children the language. (We still do duolingo together, but these she can work alone.)

Sambam: Mom, can you make me a card that spells fish for me?

I write “pescado” on an index card.

Sambam: What is this?

Me: It’s fish…?

Sambam: No I mean write it in real life!

Me: …

Me: You mean in English?

Sambam: No! The language we speak!

Me: *sighs*

Me: Which would be English.

I take the card back, flip it over and write “Fish” on the back and then give it back to her.

This is my first fic for this, so hang with me, guys. 

After Richie’s third sneeze, Eddie takes a step away, not even noticing the harsh, annoyed jabs from other students, and tilts his head with arched brows. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, eyeing Richie with studied, skeptical eyes. 

“Allergies,” Richie answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

“You don’t have allergies.” Eddie fires back the second Richie finishes. 

“I’m allergic to you and your bullshit,” Richie starts, holding one hand up. “Observe.” He steps toward Bill and holds still for a moment before he moves into Eddie’s space, cupping both hands over his nose to fake sneeze very loudly. 

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The Living Ghost

(CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TEG)

Fic info: takes place right after The Empty Grave. Rating: General. Pairings: Lockwood/Lucy and Holly/her ‘flatmate’. Ao3 link: here 


I leave for one minute and you let me get nicked again.

“You were gone for a week!”

Yeah, whatever. Some friend you are.”


Lucy comes home to find the skull missing. On their quest to get him back, Lockwood & Co. discover that the secret to eternal youth might not have been the only thing the Orpheus Society were striving towards.


Part 1 – The Theft

“We should do that again sometime,” said Lockwood as we stepped, side by side, through the front door into the hallway of 35 Portland Row. “Maybe get a bite to eat or something.” He smiled at me, and that dazzling, mega-watt grin filled me with a familiar warmth. “Just the two of us.”

I smiled back at him, feeling my cheeks flush and my heart fluttering and the weight of the sapphire necklace pressed warmly against my chest. “Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”

We parted ways on the upstairs landing as he went to help George with painting and I went to drop off my coat in my little attic bedroom. I paused for a moment, my hand on the doorknob, trying to quench the little bubble of excitement in my chest; he probably wouldn’t be there, after all. It was still light out.

Still, as I pushed open the door, my eyes automatically darted towards the window, where I hoped to see the grey ghost of a youth, perhaps slouching against the wall. Instead, what I saw made my blood run cold.

The skull was gone.

I swallowed down the thick panic rapidly rising in my throat. I stood frozen to the spot, my eyes scanning the rest of my room. No, the skull’s disappearance was the only change.  

“GEORGE!” I called.

“WHAT?” came the reply.

I stepped out of the doorway to lean over the banister. “Did you… did you take the skull?”

George scratched at his head with the end of his paintbrush, inspecting his handy work and splatting paint on his bruised face in the process. “Why would I take the skull?”

“I don’t know! To experiment on him?!” My voice was rising in volume now, sounding frantic, though for some reason I couldn’t help it.

“And risk the possibility of him coming back and killing me?” said George. “No thank you!”

“But, then…” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think over the sound of my heart thumping against my chest. He couldn’t be gone. Not again. “Did anyone come in?”

“No, I went out.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“We ran out of paint… and biscuits.”

I was already charging down the stairs from my attic bedroom. “HOLLY!” I yelled. “QUILL!”

“They’re not in,” said George.

I halted halfway to the staircase that lead to the hallway downstairs and turned to him. “What do you mean they’re not in?!”

George seemed a little apprehensive towards me now, but then I guess he’s seen me get upset many times, so he was right to be. “Calm down, Lucy. They just had to get more building supplies, that’s all.”

Lockwood came out of his room then, all kitted out in an old t-shirt and pyjama bottoms for painting in. He took in my frantic state and frowned in concern. “Everything alright, Luce?”

I ignored him, still interrogating George. “How long have they been out? How long has the house been empty?”

“I… I don’t know,” George stammered. I guess he was expecting me to throw or punch something any second, which I was tempted to do. “No more than twenty minutes.”

I turned and hurtled my way down the stairs, briefly registering the sounds of Lockwood and George chasing after me and of Lockwood imploring me to tell him what was wrong. I didn’t slow when I got to the landing. I tore my way down the corridor and threw open the kitchen door. And stopped.

Lockwood and George nearly rammed into me. “Lucy! What’re you…?” George started, but he stopped halfway through his sentence to stare across the kitchen, where our brand-new backdoor was hanging ajar.

Lockwood pushed past me and walked over to it, running his fingers over the gouges in the wood where a crow-bar had been used to force the door open.

“Great. Now we have to get another door,” said George. “Do these criminals not even think about how much money they’re costing us?!”  

“Now’s not the time, George,” said Lockwood. He turned to me, expression serious. “Lucy, what’s going on?”

“I…” I started. I felt sick. How many times had I let the skull slip out of my grip? In my little flat, in the old underground, during the attack on Portland Row, Fittes House… And now, yet again, I’d let my defences down and the skull had been taken. Somehow, despite when we had first begun talking and I’d wanted to bury that stupid jar in the yard or chuck it in a furnace, we had become something like friends and, even if he didn’t come back, the thought of not having the skull by my side filled me with dread. He had saved both mine and Lockwood’s lives at Fittes house, at the risk of destroying his own source, and I couldn’t even keep track of one bloody skull! Some friend I was.

“The skull’s gone,” I forced out at last and, as I said it, a fire filled my chest and I felt adrenaline course through my limbs. I would get him back. For good this time.

Lockwood looked at me, taking in my set jaw and blazing eyes. I waited for him to tell me to stop being so ridiculous. To tell me that it was just a charred skull whose ghost might never even come back and that my attachment to it was absurd. But, instead, he nodded. “He saved our lives. We’ll get him back, Luce. Whatever it takes.”

I gazed at him, surprised at how willing he was to help me get the skull back, and he smiled back at me, with that light dancing in his eyes that thrilled for the taste of adventure.

Then George coughed and we looked away.

“Right, well,” said Lockwood, clearing his throat. “We’ll just wait for Holly and Quill to get back, then we’ll start making a plan of action!”

“Wait a minute,” George said. “First we’ve got to figure out who stole the skull in the first place. And why?” He sat down at the table and picked up a pen, ready to scribble down ideas on the thinking cloth.

“Whoever it was had to know about the skull,” I said. “And they knew where it was; nothing else has been moved.”

“It’s easy enough to see the skull in your window from outside,” said Lockwood. “But who would know the significance of it?”

“I think there are two pretty obvious suspects here,” said George. “Our old friends Adelaide and Leopold Winkman.”

“We did kind of kill Mr Winkman,” I recalled.

“Yep. And they know about your attachment to the skull,” said George. “The thing is, the Winkman’s are only usually interested in what they can sell, and the skull’s pretty much worthless now. No offense, Lucy.”

I chose to ignore that comment. “It might not be so useless. This morning I thought I saw it glowing.”

“Might just have been a trick of the light,” Lockwood reasoned.

“Either way,” I said. “No one knows it’s lost its psychic charge apart from us.”

“I think it’s rather likely that someone who knew what the skull’s value used to be commissioned the Winkman’s to steal it for them,” said George, scribbling on the cloth in his illegible handwriting. “The fact that it would hurt you personally would be an added bonus for them.”

Just then, we heard the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking in the front door. We turned to see Holly and Kipps entering the hallway.

“You’ve been gone a while,” George remarked.

“Well, Quill is still a little slow on his feet,” Holly replied, entering the kitchen so she could set her shopping bag down on the counter.

“You could have stayed here, Quill,” said Lockwood.

“I’ve had more than enough of sitting around,” said Kipps, easing himself stiffly into the chair next to George. “Needed some fresh air.” He looked around at us all and frowned. “What are you all doing, then? Conspiring to destroy another agency?”

Holly was eyeing me concernedly. “Are you alright, Lucy? You look a bit frazzled.”

“Actually, no, Hol,” I replied. “The skull’s been stolen.”

Holly gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, Lucy, I’m so sorry!”

“How terrible,” said Kipps.

“Yeah, you sound distraught,” I said, sarcastically.

“Well, I can’t say I’ll miss that disgusting thing watching me eat breakfast,” said Kipps, and Holly cast her eyes to the floor in a manner that suggested she agreed with him. “But I am sorry it’s gone, Luce. I know it’s your best friend and everything.”

“He is not my best friend,” I said, glaring at him.

“No one’s judging, Lucy,” said George, grinning at me. “If your best friend is a ghost that used to live in a jar that’s fine by us.”

“He is not my best friend,” I repeated, shooting my glare towards George then back to Kipps. “And we’re getting him back.”

“Oh, really?” said Holly, trying to sound enthusiastic and failing horribly.

“Yes,” Lockwood affirmed. “George reckons the Winkman’s took it, so I should expect it’ll be appearing on the black-market sometime soon. You know what that means!”

“No disguises,” I said. “I’m still reeling from that time you nearly got beaten up by that old northern lady cos you got Yorkshire and Lancashire mixed up.”

“They’re both from the North!” Lockwood exclaimed. “Also, that war was hundreds of years ago, why are they still holding grudges?”

“And that is precisely why she started beating you with her handbag.”

“Also, I really don’t think you should go infiltrating any more secret operations,” Holly chided in. “Not after we just took down the Orpheus Society.”

“In a manner of speaking,” said George. “DEPRAC haven’t managed to track them all down yet.”

“Exactly!” Holly continued. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re somehow behind the skull going missing. And if they see you at some black-market auction, I doubt they’re going to be friendly.”

“It’ll be fine!” said Lockwood. “We’ve managed before.”

“You nearly got killed both times,” said George.

Lockwood ignored him. “All we need if some extra good disguises. And I promise I won’t try any accents this time.”

“I’m sorry, Lockwood, but I agree with Holly,” I said. “Maybe you shouldn’t go. You’ve been all over the papers lately. You’ll be easy to recognise, even with a disguise.”

Lockwood looked crestfallen and I felt a little guilty, but not enough to let him risk his life. “I suppose that’s true,” he conceded. “In that case, Quill and I could wait in a cab outside, while the rest of you go to look for the skull.”

“We don’t even know where it’ll be yet,” Kipps reminded them. “You’re just assuming it’s being put up for auction.”

“Ah, yes,” said Lockwood. “I think you’re going to have to have a little word with Flo, George. See if she’s heard anything. Then…”

There was a knock at the back door and everyone gave a little jump, then Lockwood pulled the door open to reveal none other than Florence Bonnard, in all her baggy-clothed, grimy glory.

“Speak of the devil,” Lockwood said, smiling at her.

“Alright, Locky?” said Flo, sniffing and wiping her nose with a sludge-covered finger, which did more harm than good in my opinion. Flo looked over Lockwood’s shoulder and, ignoring the rest of us, gave George a grin. “Hey, George.”

“Hey, Flo,” said George, grinning back at her. “What brings you here?”

Flo shoved past Lockwood to enter the kitchen and lean on the counter, leaving muddy footprints in her wake that made Holly wince. “Just thought you might like to know those Winkman’s are apparently doing trading with the Orpheus Society,” she said. “Word is they’ve got their hands on a type three ghost. One that sounds a lot like Lucy’s skull friend. That’s the kind of thing you wanted to hear about, right George?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Flo,” he replied.

We looked around at each other; our suspicions had been correct. For whatever reason, the remains of the Orpheus Society wanted the skull and had commissioned the Winkman’s to get it for them. And now we had to get it back.

Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

Man, you’ve never seen the normally so cool and chic girl lose her temper like that. “He likes me?” You ask slowly, and she nods.

“And I like him?” You point a finger to yourself, enunciating every word like you were speaking to someone who didn’t understand your language.

“Fucking yes!”

You look towards Jungkook and for a second the unrecognizable source of your anger with him rears its ugly head and it looked an awful lot like jealousy… No, that’s not possible. You’re just too easily persuaded with Hwasa’s strong conviction under the influence of the alcohol. The only emotion you felt towards the tall arrogant asshole that could be described as loving is loving to hate him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismiss her. “I know how I feel towards Jungkook and that’s pure and unadulterated annoyance, nothing more.”

“Then why don’t you break up with him?”

“What?”

“If he really does nothing more than annoy you then why don’t you break up with him and save yourself the trouble?” She challenges, seeming pleased with herself.

“Because he’s fucking hot.” You say as if that’s common sense, completely ignoring her implication that you’re dating him in the first place.

“There are dozens of hot guys in this college, even hotter than him. Take Namjoon for example, he’s hot AND smart, and he knows how to treat a girl right. Not like that douchebag.”

“Yeah, Namjoon is pretty smokin’ but have you considered that I like fucking Jungkook because he’s an asshole? College fucking sucks and it’s too stressful for me. I need something to let the frustration out on and that’s Jungkook. He takes whatever I give him and I take his frustration too. It’s like a symbiotic relationship. Primitive attraction. I can’t find that in anyone else, and if I did he’d be just like Jungkook because that’s the entire premise.” You take a deep breath then continue, “And I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me, this is just a stupid thing to tide us over until college is over and we can find people we’ll actually want to treat right. God help whatever unlucky girl he ends up with.” You chuckle but Hwasa doesn’t share your amusement.

Eventually, she relents, “Fine, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am,” You assure her. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go home. This place stinks and I’m all sweaty, and the view doesn’t exactly inspire my lunch to stay inside my stomach.” You look pointedly towards Jungkook who you find looking back at you smugly. You roll your eyes at him then turn back towards your friend. “I’ll go take a shower and sleep.”


You step out of the shower, ready to put on your comfiest PJs and make a cocoon for yourself out of your cozy covers, when you’re met with the sight of Jungkook sitting on your bed, and tapping his foot impatiently.

Once he sees you, he gets up and pins you against the back of the door you were still standing by with a hungry kiss. “You’re late.” He states.

“Huh?” You ask, still dazed by his sudden appearance and the intense kiss.

“You said you’ll come back after two days. You were gone for three.”

“Oh, that.” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he was asking you about that when you pressed up against him with just a towel covering your body.

“My mum was so charmed by Jin that she insisted we stay another day. I swear, that guy doesn’t know how to turn it down.” You laugh, oblivious to the glare on Jungkook’s face, “But oh well, at least she bought the whole spiel of him being you.”

When you’d started your fuckbuddy relationship with Jungkook, you weren’t careful about not mentioning him to your mum. So whenever she called you, you’d tell her you were doing this or that with Jungkook. You were spending such a huge amount of time with him –when you weren’t fucking, Jungkook could put on an okay impression of a decent human being, and he was pretty funny too– that your mum presumed he was your boyfriend.

You tried lying and saying that he’s just a friend but she wouldn’t have it so you ended up just agreeing that he was, in fact, your boyfriend. You just didn’t have the heart to tell your sweet, loving mum that Jungkook was just the dude who put his penis in her daughter on the daily, sometimes more than once.

It went fine until the holidays came around and your mother demanded that she finally meet this Jungkook who has been seeing her daughter for so long. Obviously, you never would, in a million years, let them meet. Jungkook was too crass and misbehaved. You didn’t want to give your mother a heart attack yet, so you convinced Jin, a dear friend of yours, to go in Jungkook’s place and pretend to be him. To which he so kindly agreed.

Jin was an instant hit at the family reunion. He was loved so much that he was invited to stay over for a longer time, which he again agreed to because Jin is an attention-loving whore and he’d never turn down an opportunity for people to praise him. You would have had to stay more if you didn’t chew Jin’s ear off and gave him a well-delivered punch to the gut. The following day, he suddenly remembered that your classes start early and he told your mum that you needed to leave. She was disappointed, more than she ever was when you were visiting alone, but she’ll live.

“I don’t know why he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend when I’m not.”

“You know why.” You glare at him.

“Because your lovely mother would drop dead if she knew the real nature of our relationship? If she knew the filthy things I do to you. The filthy things you beg me to do to you.” He smirks, grinding against you.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” You moan, letting your head fall back against the door and enjoying the friction.

“You could’ve just taken me, you know. But I guess you wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room as me without begging me to finger you under the table.”  He trails kisses down your neck, harsh and painful, but all the more delicious.

“Perhaps. Or maybe you wouldn’t have been able to keep in your moans while I fucked you, making the entire house hear you telling me how my pussy is the tightest you’ve ever had and how much you can’t get enough of it.” You parrot back the words he told you the night before you left.

He groans, suddenly throwing off your towel and pressing a finger against your slit, “Brave words, little girl, but look how you’re already so wet for me.”

“And you’re telling me if I go down on my knees and unzip your overly tight jeans I won’t find your cock red and twitching?” You say through clenched teeth, doing exactly that and taking his pants and boxers off. Jungkook doesn’t disappoint, you find him already hard and ready.

“Well, as long as you’re down there why don’t you shut up and show me what that sharp mouth of yours was really made for? And don’t tease.” He warns, making short work of his shirt then throwing it away, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You completely ignored my texts earlier and chose to continue feeling up that blondie. Why should I give you what you want now?” You lightly trail your index finger up and down his length.

“You can’t expect me to drop everything I’m doing the second your highness decides to come back. You’re good, baby, but you’re not that good.” He grips his cock and circles the head of it around the shape of your lips, mesmerized by the way the softness of your lips give way underneath him. Your tongue peeks out and curls around his head, sucking on it and stopping his movement.  

You let his dick go out of your mouth with a pop that had him hunching over, his shadow engulfing you. “Is that why you were waiting so patiently for me a few minutes ago like a good boy?” His cocky smile falls and you smirk triumphantly, knowing you had him. “She must not have been any good at all to have you running back to me so soon. Are you losing your touch, Kookie?”

“Oh, but she was great baby. The most submissive little thing. She was prepared to do anything I wanted. She would’ve done anything to please me. But that’s boring. You know I like a challenge. I prefer your brand of submissiveness. It’s much more satisfying getting a stuck up and spoiled bitch like you to swallow her pride and beg for my dick. I love breaking you down, baby.” Jungkook finishes you off cleanly. He always found a way to do that. “Now shut up and suck me off.”

He’s being entirely too cocky, but with a dick like that, he has every right to be. That doesn’t stop you from continuing to tease him though, knowing that soon enough he’d take the lead anyway and he never goes soft on you. You use your tongue to follow all the lines on his dick, paying special attention to the groove separating the head from the shaft, never once taking him in your mouth like he wants you to.

“You really want to be punished today, don’t you?” He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to slap his cock against your cheek a few times. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, punish me real good.” You say it tauntingly, but it gets to him anyway, and he handles you even more roughly to show you he deserves the title.

“Open up your mouth and don’t you dare close it until I’m done using it. I don’t care if you have to breathe or if you’re fucking choking, you’ll take it like the good girl you are. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You rush to say, pushing your tongue out to get him to fuck your mouth already. That doesn’t please him and he gives another harsh tug on your hair that makes tears sting your eyes, “At least try to pretend you’re not such a slut.” He sneers, but you know he loves it.

You pull your tongue back into your mouth and give him your biggest puppy eyes, and finally, finally, he pushes his cock inside, sticking to shallow staccato thrusts that hit the back of your throat for just a split second each time. You had missed the weight of him on your tongue so you close your eyes and moan around him, like the girls in those over the top chocolate commercials,  except unlike them, you weren’t exaggerating your pleasure.

But your moan soon turns to multiple impatient ones when Jungkook keeps up his shallow, sparse thrusts. “What is it? Does baby girl want more?”

You moan out a yes, not daring nor wanting to pull your mouth off of him in order to vocalize your need better. “Do you think you deserve it? Lying to me and being gone for so long? How do you think I’m supposed to take care of my needs when my little cum bitch isn’t around?”

You thought the question was rhetorical so just give him another pleading moan but he takes his cock out of your mouth and says, “Answer me.”

“Uh…fuck other g-girls?” Was that the right answer? You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, and you didn’t know why your own answer annoyed you so much.

“I could have, but where would I find someone like you?” You feel yourself involuntarily smiling, but then he continues, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl as perverted as you, or nearly as sex-crazed. You let me do things to you I only imagined. That’s you, ready to be fucked whenever and wherever I want.” He praises, or at least that’s what you think he intended with the double edged words.

“There are some seriously fucked up girls out there, and they all would throw themselves into my bed ass first if I so much as lifted a finger in their direction, but I don’t know if they’d ever compare to you.” He caresses your cheek and looks down at you in a mock loving way, and for some reason that makes you feel a little bit sick.

Slapping his hand away, you snap. “Why don’t you break up with me and find out then?”

You don’t know why you were so upset over his words. You don’t mind dirty talk at all, in fact, you loved it. He could always make you wet with just a few words from him, but why did he have to keep bragging about other girls like a peacock brandishing his tail? You already knew all of this but so what? You could have any guy you wanted too.

Like you did earlier this night, he completely brushes over the dating part and simply shrugs, “Too much work.”

Finally, he shuts up and thrusts back into you, this time deep enough to make you choke. Normally you’d do better than that but slight interruption put you off guard, but you quickly get back into it.

You were always hyper aware of Jungkook’s dick whenever you deep throated him. You felt every little twitch it made and tasted even the slightest bit of precum that it produced so you knew just what to do to make it feel exponentially better for him. You swallowed around him when you felt it would affect him the most and used your tongue when he needed it.

Jungkook wasn’t frugal with the sounds he made, letting out moans and grunts each time you did something he particularly liked, praising you for being so good for him. “Shit, I fucking love your mouth baby.” He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, feeling the bulge inside it every time his cock slides in. “I love hearing you gag around my cock. Such a good little slut, taking it all for me.”

He never was the gentlest lover but you thought that he was going extra hard today. Each time he bottomed out, he would stay a second with his lower abdomen pressed against your nose, as if he was purposefully trying to make you lose your breath so he’d punish you more.

But you were too horny for whatever he had in mind and you were in no mood for any further strange questions from him so you set your mind to making him bow out before you did. Trailing a hand between his spread legs, you press your thumb against the area between his balls and his asshole and rubbed him there just the way you knew he liked.

The effect on him is instant, he lets out a growl and starts assaulting your mouth with his thrusts for a few seconds, the saliva that drooled down your chin making long strings between your mouth and his abdomen every time he tugged your head back, before breaking altogether when he tears himself away from you. He doesn’t give you time to regain your breath before the hand around your throat tightens drastically, preventing you from sucking in the much-needed air, “Did I tell you you can do that?”

“No,” You whimper, the tears that have been stinging your eyes for some time finally break free and start falling in streams down your cheeks. You claw at his hand but it’s no use. He was too strong for you. He wasn’t trying to kill you, he still allowed you enough air to stay alive but not enough to stop the burning in your lungs.

“Then why did you do it?”  

“I’m…sorry… sir.” You squeak out the words separately. The sentence too large to come out fully through your tight airways.

He turns around and flings you onto the bed. “Are you going to follow orders or do I have to get out the whips and shackles.”

You shudder at that. Jungkook didn’t much like using toys. He preferred to use his own body. He said it made him feel everything more intensely, but he wasn’t against using them when he really needed to, and you never want to make him need to.

“No, sir, I’ll be good, sir. Forgive me.” You use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth clean and look down demurely.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

You follow his orders instantly, spreading your legs as far as they’ll go but apparently that wasn’t enough for him because he forcefully spreads them just a little wider, making it a little painful. A fact you know wasn’t lost on him.

The soft way he kisses your inner thighs may seem like an attempt to lessen the pain to anyone looking on but you know he was only doing it to torture you more, especially that he can definitely see and smell how aroused you were.

When he moves his lips to your pussy, things don’t get any better. He kisses and licks between your legs like it was a cone of ice cream, the objective was to capture any escaping juice and not to bring you any pleasure.

You’re left with nothing to do than to repeat your earlier pleads of sorrow, hoping he’d take pity on you and start eating you out properly, but he never does. It’s stupid of you to think that taking matters into your hand and touching your breasts to give you some sort of relief would go unnoticed because even if Jungkook had his eyes closed, he was still so acutely aware of your sounds that he noticed the difference your touches made.

You’re not given a second to process things before he’s flipped you on your stomach, quickly grabbing a scarf that was thrown haphazardly on the floor to tie your hands to the metal bars of the headboard.

“You don’t even deserve something this soft. I’d rather have your wrists in shackles that would dig red bloody lines into your skin to teach you the consequences of being such a bad girl. But that can wait for now.” He grits out.

You should have anticipated the first blow that hit your ass, and yet you didn’t. You never do. Jungkook’s hands, those large sexy hands that you love so much are the same ones now torturing you. He doesn’t hold back, fully intending to make you cry again and beg for his forgiveness.

You try to hold back, knowing that if you stop him now, the frustration he was hitting you with would only be transferred to his fucking, and you were sure your pussy couldn’t take the abuse. You’re not sure how many times he’s hit you already, alternating between hitting the same spots to intensify the pain and finding new spots to spread it.

Maybe you had braved out thirty counts, maybe your knees gave out after five, but give out they did, and you were sobbing for him to stop every time he hooked a hand under your waist and pulled your ass up to strike you again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll never be bad again… I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do… I’ll let you fuck me in front of the whole college if you want… just please sir, my ass can’t take any more.” You sob hysterically, fully ready to follow through on every word just to make him stop but he still doesn’t.

“Jungkookie, p-please.” You say the magic word and he stops. You don’t know what is it about the simple nickname that he loves so much, but you’ve come to realize that you can use it whenever things get too intense to make him calm down, during sex or even in real life. You had a safe word, sure, but despite the pain, things weren’t yet too much for you to make you say it. You were just so turned on from the spanking and the teasing that you couldn’t take anymore.

“Should I go and leave you like this? In tears yet so horny you’d ride my thigh to get off if I told you to do it.” You blush, despite the hundred humiliating things Jungkook got you to do for him when he got you horny enough, that would still be one of the most embarrassing ones.

You’d been so turned on one day from Jungkook’s endless teasing but unfortunately for you, you were in a movie theatre watching some superhero flick with some friends from college so you couldn’t do anything about it. Or rather Jungkook didn’t want to do anything about it. Somehow through the course of the movie, you found yourself sitting on his lap, grinding yourself against his thigh to get any sort of friction when Jungkook had the bright idea that you use his thigh to get off. He assured you that it was perfectly fine and that you were seated far enough in the back and away from everyone even your friends, so no one would find out. You were too far gone to think it through enough, and you’d always found his thighs particularly sexy so you listened to him, especially after he promised you he’d let you take control that night if you did it.

Surprisingly it wasn’t hard to reach your orgasm. You had slipped your panties off, and the rough material of his jeans gave the perfect amount of friction over his steel thighs. He had talked you through it with a broken, raspy voice and words seemingly whispered to him by the devil. It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and you would have repeated the action countless times if it weren’t for what happened after the movie ended.  

You arousal had apparently left a big ass dark spot on his jeans, and when asked about it by your friends, he gave a casual reply that had you running back to your dorm in embarrassment and not showing your face to anyone for a week straight.

“Oh, that’s from ___. She couldn’t control herself so I let her use my thighs to get off.”

Everyone was stunned, except Taehyung who asked, “And did it work? Did you get off on his thighs?”

You didn’t know if he was saying that to embarrass you further or because he really wanted to know. You saw a hint of something dark in his eyes but you didn’t stick around long enough to find out what it was because you had run away after snapping back, “No, he was talking too much and I couldn’t properly focus on Tom Hiddleston and imagine it was his thigh like I was trying to do.”

That night was the origin of the persisting rumor that you two were an item. The one you constantly denied and that Jungkook kept confirming just to annoy you.

You were torn from your dark memories by the feel of Jungkook’s dick sliding back and forth along your entrance. “Are you ignoring me, baby girl? You sure you want to do that?” He threatens and your words stumble over themselves in a rush to get out of your mouth.

“No, sir, I would never! Please, please, fuck me, please. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you left me like this. Please, sir.”

Jungkook relents, pushing all the way into you with one thrust. The bastard didn’t even prep you beforehand. Luckily, you were used to the abuse. Sometimes Jungkook would prep you extensively before fucking you, other times he did it like this. It was part of the punishment, and you’d learned to like it.

“Is there a problem, baby girl?” He feigns ignorance, noticing the tight clench you had around his dick.

You force yourself to relax, “No, sir.”

“Good.” He says and starts thrusting inside of you, thankfully increasing his pace gradually before it reaches its usual brutality. Then he gives you no reprieve.  

Why does he feel the need to fuck you so hard? You’re not some sex doll he can manhandle as he likes and if it breaks he could just get another one… or maybe you were. His thrusts against your bruised ass were powerful enough to push you forward, almost making you hit your head against the headboard if it weren’t for your palms acting as a makeshift cushion between you and the metal bars.

Oh yeah, he does it because it always leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him. “Ah, sir, is my pussy making you feel good? Am I being a good slut?”

You were kissing up to him, you knew that but you couldn’t take any more punishment. And maybe, just maybe, it turned you on as much as it did him.

“It’s fine.” He says curtly and you flush. Your pussy isn’t ‘fine’, it’s fucking great. How dare he?

You lower your chest further to make your ass become perter and give him the angle he likes, then you work your walls against him, simulating the wall they feel when you orgasm, knowing how much he loves it.

“Are you trying to cheat, baby?” He warns.

“No, sir, I’m just trying to make it up to you. I’ve been so bad today. You deserve so much better. Especially since I left you for so long with no way for you to get off while I ran off with another boy. I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I?” You coo.

Jungkook tightened his grip on your hips, hard enough to leave purple marks in the morning. “Yes, you have. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, sir. I just want to make you happy with me. Am I making you happy?”

“Yes, baby, yes.” Jungkook sounded close, his breath ragged and his voiced coming out deep and forced.

“So is my pussy still just ‘fine’?” He could practically hear the pout in your question, and he chuckles, “No, baby, it’s fucking perfect. Best I ever had.”

“Thank you, sir.” You sigh, finally content and feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. But Jungkook beats you to it, and the warmth of his seed inside you almost push you off the edge if he had only continued thrusting into you just a few more times but he didn’t.

“Whyyyy?” You whine, but Jungkook ignores you and flips you onto your back again, the scarf twisting tighter around your hands, and your red ass too sore to lie down comfortably. He puts two fingers inside of you and hooks them forwards. You moan with relief, thinking he’s going to finger you but instead he uses them to scoop his cum from inside of you and move it to your lips.

“Open up. I can’t eat you out when you’re so full of my cum.”

At the mention of him eating you out, you rush to clean his fingers. Sucking them into your mouth and using your tongue to get them squeaky clean. He repeats the same action until he’s made you swallow every little bit of his cum then he finally goes down on you.

He doesn’t tease this time, alternating between pushing down on your clit with his tongue and fucking you with it. “Sir, please, won’t you make me cum? I want you to make me cum.” You cry, turned on beyond belief. The pent up arousal starting to turn painful.

Thankfully, he obliges, using his thumb to flick your clits and focusing his mouth on your entrance, his tongue fucking in and out of you and his lips sucking on the margin of your opening.

You start convulsing with your orgasm, pulling with all your might on your bindings in order to run a hand through his locks and guide him to your clit, but he already knows what you want, moving his mouth to your clit to shower it with attention and guiding you through your orgasm.

“Thank you, sir, oh god, thank you.” You slump into a boneless heap. Only stirring when Jungkook leaves and comes back with a wet towel to clean you both up and unlaces the knot around your wrists. He watches you rubbing your wrists to return the blood flow to them before he gets up and begins putting on his clothes.

“No, stay.” You whine. “Look at my wrist, and my ass,” You turn around to show him the red inflamed skin, shaking you ass up at him, “The least you could do is cuddle up with me. I feel lonely.”

“Why should I care about that?” He sneers but quickly backs down when he sees you flinch.  

He sighs and throws away the pants he was going to put on, climbing into bed and facing you, “You’re more than a handful you know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you squeeze one of your legs between his own.

You smile, “I know.”

But that smile fades as you see a question floating around in his eyes.

“What?” You ask with a little frown on your face. What was wrong now? Today was a long day and you just wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep.

He seems taken aback at the fact that you could apparently read him so easily but he just tells what’s on his mind, not bothering to attempt to lie. “You could’ve taken me, you know? I know how to behave when I need to.”

This again? Why was he so hung up on that? Could Hwasa have been telling you the truth this whole time? “Oh, so you would have said to my mum 'Now I see where ___ gets her good looks from.’ and shared your secret recipes with her?” You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“Jin did that? Damn.” He laughs, “But yes, I could do that. It’s horribly cliche and pretentious but if that’s what your mum likes…” He uses a hand to play with your hair and you try your best to not look alarmed by it, not wanting him to stop, the soft caress of his fingers as it draws little circles on your scalp making your eyes flutter. It obviously wasn’t a big deal to him, just something he did without thinking so you didn’t need to think about it too much. But then again he’s never done this before…

You half-heartedly hit him in the chest, “Asshole! Fine, next time I’ll introduce you as my loving boyfriend. I’ll say your name is Jin since Jungkook is already taken. I’ll say I saw you one day and it was love at first sight. I was so smitten with you that I had to break up with Jin aka “Jungkook” because it wasn’t fair for him to stay when I loved another man so. My mum would fall even more in love with you than I am. We won’t get married despite our parents’ constant nagging because marriage is for losers who aren’t secure enough in their love lives but that’s not us. We won’t even have kids. We’ll just spend all the money we would’ve wasted on them to travel the world and live like motherfucking stars.“

You can’t say anymore because you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, your face getting dangerously red. You take multiple deep breaths until you calm down then you speak again through the  remaining quiet giggles, "Can you imagine?”

You were obviously not taking any of this seriously but it seems like Jungkook had because his hand had gone still in your hair and when you look at him, ready to whine about him stopping, you find him wearing an unreadable look, “No, I can’t. It’s fucking stupid.” His tone is sharp enough to cut. He gets off the bed, collecting his clothes again and getting dressed.

You were shell-shocked. Why the fuck did he have to be such a dick all the time? You were just joking around but he couldn’t even let you have that little bit of fun… The horrifying part is, you find yourself not caring about that and instead feeling hurt over the fact that he found what you to be so stupid that he had to leave. That the slightest show of emotion from you was so revolting to him.

None of the things you said today were wise but your next ones might just be the worst. Maybe you’d look back on your life one day and decide that you were over-reacting, that what he said wasn’t so bad to garner such a dramatic response from you and that you were costing yourself a perfectly decent fuckbuddy over nothing. Or maybe you’d look back and clap yourself on the back for saying it. Maybe Hwasa was right. If Jungkook does nothing more than annoy and apparently hurt you, then why don’t you just break it off with him? Maybe it’s time to find someone who, well, would treat you like a human with feelings for starters.

“I don’t want to be your fuck buddy anymore.”

Jungkook froze, his whole body becoming tense. “Is this because of Jin?”

“I… what?” You ask, genuinely not understanding what that had to do with anything.

“You know what? Whatever. You’re starting to get too clingy anyway.” Jungkook doesn’t even look at you as he pulls on his shirt and slams the door behind him.

He leaves you behind to be consumed by the deafening silence that does nothing to buffer the screeching confusion of thoughts inside your head. All feelings and sensations seep out of your body. You feel yourself becoming numb, barely able to breathe, your ears ringing, and the light slowly leaving your eyes.


Author’s Note: I definitely accept criticism as well so knock yourself out 


Best of Friends

Originally posted by spdrparker

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SEX BABYYYYYYYYYYYY, aKA SMUT SO IF U HAVE A PROBLEM DNT READ

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: BROUGHT TO YOU BY RUM AND MANGO JUICE

Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?

HECK YES TO SMUT AND FLUFF :,)

I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.


   Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check  you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.


  Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.


   Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit.  You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate.  Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.


   Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work.  Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick  to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.


   Looking at the  signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim.  The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.

Keep reading

Professor || Sebastian Stan

Relationship: Professor!Sebastian x reader

Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.

Warnings: mentions of smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal and in mid-twenties!!!), age difference, professor x student relationship

Word Count: 1770 words

A/N: im kinda getting my groove back let’s hope it lasts during the week because uni is already making me wanna die (((:

also my cause of death is the second gif GOODBYE


Just one more shot!” Seemed to be the motto of your night as you insisted you and your friends needed to go partying on one last Friday night before you start for your masters degree. 

You weren’t ever the party girl, never really big on drinking, but that all changed when you saw your schedule for the semester. You were going to be cooped up in your room for the next eight months, no doubt about it. 

So why not have a little fun while you still can? It can’t hurt, right?

Six tequila shots in and you were quite possibly the happiest person in the club, no, on the Earth. Not a single care in your mind, everything was all about the moment and whatever you laid eyes on in that very moment. 

That just so happened to be the exact moment your eyes met a gorgeous pair of cool grey ones. It might’ve been your intoxicated state, but you could’ve sworn that you knew those eyes, that you’ve seen them before. 

Your thoughts were pushed aside when the man walked even closer to you, offering to buy you a drink, to which you declined because quite frankly, you didn’t want to yack in front of the gorgeous man in front of you. 

His face fell when you denied his offer, but quickly made up for it when you grabbed his hand, pulling him to the crowded (makeshift) dance floor, immediately grinding yourself against him. 

His hands were large and warm, splayed against your waist as they moved your body against his, small and breathy moans leaving his mouth every once in a while as his head fell in the crook of your neck. 

A few songs later and the next thing you knew you were outside in the alley behind the bar against the wall making out with the handsome stranger you had yet to learn the name of. 

Fuck,” you gasped when his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, undoubtedly working on leaving some type of mark on you, “Sebastian,” you heard him mumble, confusing you. 

“What?” You asked, still panting against his face, your arms still laced around his neck, “my name,” he said, “it’s Sebastian,” he repeated as you smirked, crashing your lips against his, “take me home, Sebastian” you whispered in a sultry tone before he grabbed your hand and flagging a cab down. 

 The cab ride to his place was filled with not-so-subtle touches as you both looked out of your respective windows, trying not to draw any attention to your states, which clearly didn’t work. 

Sebastian nearly dragged you out of the cab, quickly paying the driver before bolting into his building to the stairs, “it’s only the second floor,” he assured as you nodded but all you could focus was how broad his shoulders were. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, doll,” he growled against your ear the second he had the door closed causing shivers to erupt on your skin as you followed him into the bedroom. 


Your head was pounding and every muscle in your body seemed to scream stop when you tried to sit or stand up. When you finally managed to muster up the strength to sit up and open your eyes you realised you were not, in fact, in your own bed. 

You gasped when you saw a man beside you, cursing when you couldn’t remember his name, even though it was right on the tip of your tongue. You checked your phone and found that it had thirty percent and you nearly cheered out loud. 

Quickly pulling on your clothes you took one last look at the very handsome sleeping man before walking out of his apartment, and making the walk to yours. 


Monday came sooner than you wanted it to, but your weekend was eventful and you couldn’t be happier at making the choice to go out on Friday. Your friends had pried every single detail from your night when you got home. You told them everything you could remember, but leaving out some of the more graphic details. 

You still couldn’t remember his name, you tried looking through your contacts to see if he maybe added his number, but nothing. It was still on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, but you just couldn’t get it out. 

Either way, you knew you had to push the man out of your thoughts as you rushed to get ready for your first class. You hit snooze just one too many times and you were running behind. Figuring you’d have to skip on breakfast you grabbed a granola bar before rushing out of your apartment. 

You lived practically right beside campus, thankfully, so when you stepped on campus and saw your building you were relieved, it was the first day of classes as well, it shouldn’t be a problem if you’re a little late, right?

It was weird being on campus and in your mid-twenties surrounded by young eighteen year olds scurrying to find their classes, you almost laughed remembering your own panic when you had to find your classes as a freshman. 

Walking into the large building you quickly descended the stairs and into the basement before walking down to the end of the hall finally reaching the lecture hall and pulling the doors open, stumbling in. 

The room was quite, so quite as you clumsily stumbled in. Every single pair of eyes was on you as you made your way to the only seemingly empty seat at the front of the hall, slumping down in your seat. 

“As I was saying,” a male voice caught your attention, “my name is Dr. Stan, but you can call me Sebastian,” your heart dropped to your stomach as you slowly lifted your head to meet the same blue eyes, both your jaws tensing. 

“Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, his eyes lingering on yours for a second longer before turning to grab the textbook. 


“You slept with your professor!” Nat screeched, howling laughter continuing as you buried your head into the couch cushion as she continued laughing at your misery, “it’s not funny, we could both get in serious trouble,” you told her, sitting up as she raised a brow. 

“And why should anyone find out?” She questioned as you sighed, “I don’t know…” you trailed off realising just how paranoid you were being, “you’re both adults and you slept with him before you even knew he was gonna be teaching you,” she said, reassuring you as you nodded your head, slumping back against the couch. 

“I can’t even look at him without turning into a tomato,” you groaned as Nat let out another loud laugh, “you have leverage now,” she grinned mischievously as you rolled her eyes, “you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. 

Your first class with Dr. Stan, or Sebastian as he preferred, was awkward nonetheless. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, barely making any notes as your mind screamed you’ve seen him naked! over and over again. 

It’s true though, whatever he was doing, you could picture him doing it naked, as gross, disturbing, and wrong as that sounded you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew he must’ve been uncomfortable as well because he would cough or stumble on his words every time his eyes landed on yours. 

Thankfully you didn’t have another one of his lectures until Thursday, hopefully you’d be able to push aside what happened and be professional. You’d just have to wait and see. 


You stood at his desk looking everywhere and anywhere other than him his words ringing in your mind, “Miss. [Y/L/N], may I have a word with you?” His voice just kept replaying in your mind, psyching yourself out for what he was going to say. 

You heard the door close as the last student was finally out, leaving just you and Sebastian, “so,” he said, clearing his throat as you finally looked up at him, almost out of reflex. 

God he was gorgeous. Dark brown locks brushed neatly behind his ears, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, his tailed suit hugging every curve of his body, no wonder you slept with him in the first place. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about, well,” he chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his feet. He was just as nervous about this as you, possibly more. 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, his head shooting up at the sound of your voice, “neither of us knew you’d be teaching me and we were both a little intoxicated,” you assured him with a small smile he mimicked. 

“Right,” he spoke, “it doesn’t have to be weird at all,” even you knew that was a lie. Neither of you could look at each other without being flustered and neither of you were good at covering up your emotions. 

“It’s probably gonna be a little weird,” you laughed as he laughed as well, tipping his head to the side as he admired you, “that was a great night,” he whispered as both your laughter died down. 

Your breath hitched as he said that, a wave of arousal flowing through you as you remembered what you both did that night, “it’s illegal,” you warned, although you didn’t sound too convincing, “it wasn’t on that night,” he smirked as you straightened up, gaining some confidence. 

“Well, Dr. Stan,” you spoke in a fake preppy tone, “I must warn you that you’re venturing into some very dangerous waters,” now your tone was much more sultry than anything. You watched as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes much darker than when you first started talking to them. 

“Careful, Miss [Y/L/N], you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face, “who says I can’t finish it?” You smirked as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to take you right then and there. 

The sound of voices outside the lecture hall made both you and Sebastian jump back just in time for the door to open and a new group of students came pouring in, “see you on Monday, Sebastian,” you smiled, returning to your normal voice before spinning on the heels of your feet and walking out of the hall. 

The second you were outside you let out a large sigh, you were in deep and there was no way anyone was coming out of this unscathed. Fuck. 


A/N: this is gonna be a mini-series so there’s gonna be more parts I promise!!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in it!

I really want an event where Lucio and Symmetra take down Vishkar. It could be story based like Uprising.

We could first get a Lucio animated short that mentions his rebellion against Vishkar and focuses on his music tour, where he fights off people who are trying to get him and how he travels to places Vishkar is in to garner support against the corporation.

Next we get a comic where Symmetra finds out the horrible actions of Vishkar and Lucio ends up getting that info.

And then a comic before the event where Lucio is gathering a revolt to finally take down Vishkar and Symmetra joins in, though she is still hesitant to work with Lucio.

Then in the event we get two game modes you get to choose from:

1) We play as Symmetra’s espionage team taking down Vishkar in one part of Utopaea. We get a beginning cutscene narrated by Satya talking about her background, growing up with Vishkar and how they shaped her, and how she feels betrayed. But she is still willing to correct the wrongs of Vishkar and how she feels this is a good first step towards redemption, even if she doubts herself.

2) we play as Lucio’s revolt team taking down Vishkar in another part of Utopaea. The beginning cutscene is narrated by Lucio, who talks about his childhood and living in Rio, how it shaped him, and the injustice Vishkar put on them. Talks about why he feels the need to fight with world against injustice, and though he’s still unsure about Symmetra he still sees the that Vishkar has wronged her and also subjected her to injustice, and that he doesn’t doubt she has a good heart.

Throughout the game both Symmetra and Lucio’s team interact with each other through intercoms. Also the OW team that answered the Recall join in.

New legendaries for Symmetra and Lucio based on the event. Orisa also gets a legendary (for her and Efi’s support of Lucio), Doomfist gets a legendary (a combination of Talon and Vishkar aesthetic that shows Talon has been working with Vishkar), and a legendary for Ana (maybe she got in trouble with Vishkar during her travels, also she needs a legendary).

Baby Drama

Originally posted by spdrparker

Pairing: dad!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x some Steve Rogers

Prompt: “I’m gonna show you who’s your real daddy.” (#18)

Warnings: none, really !! i mean, bucky gets kinda jealous, but there’s nothing too intense in this (which is surprising) - the use of ‘Daddy’, but in an innocent way, i promise - some sexual reference

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this is for @bucky-plums-barnes ‘s writing challenge - congrats on 8K, darlin’!!


“Are you sure that you can handle this, Stevie?” Bucky hurriedly questions as he finishes-up tying his tie and stuffs his toothbrush into his duffel bag. He taps the button on the back of his hand and a sort-of covering disguises his metal arm. The device was a gift from Tony Stark, and he only uses it whenever he feels the need to, which is rarely ever. “Because we could always just stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve chuckles at his nervous friend. “You and Y/N deserve a break. It’s your anniversary, go out, have some fun - live a little,” Steve grins as he sits on the couch near where a very content toddler was fiddling with some crayons. “Emma and I will be just fine. Won’t we, Em?” Steve leans forward and tickles her cheek with his finger, earning a bubbly giggle from the child.

“Bucky, she’ll be fine with Steve,” you say as you slide off one of the stools at the kitchen island, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “C’mere, Emmy,” you coo goofily, crouching down and reaching for the toddler. She plops forward onto her hands and crawls over to you, reaching out with her chubby hand towards you. You pick her up, holding her comfortably in your arms.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Uncle Stevie?” You giggle at her, bopping her nose.

“M-Mama,” Emma babbles, grabbing at your hair.

“No, no, no,” you wince, dragging her hand away from being able to pull at your hair. “Here, say bye to Daddy,” you give her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek before handing her off to Bucky and grabbing your suitcase, heading for the door.

“I’ll miss ya, Emmy,” Bucky gives her an Eskimo kiss, Emma’s childish laughter bouncing through the room. “We’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises, setting her back down on the ground. Bucky walks over to the island and grabs his bag, then meets your at the doorway.

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By Heart [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 5k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Three: x

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Everything felt soft around you, the mattress that dipped to the curve of your spine, the feathery pillow cradling your head, the comforter tangled around your legs. The air was quiet around you, fingers splaying out against the sheet as your body shifted onto its side, eyes screwing shut as you fought off waking up to no avail. The sunshine began to peel through your lids til you fluttered them open, squinting into the light pouring through the sheer curtains that framed the window across from you. You deeply inhaled, the smell familiar and calming as your eyes flickered around the bedroom, taking in each and every thing you hadn’t seen in so long. The beaten up dresser that needed replaced, the books that were tattered shoved into their shelves, even the neatly folded clothes waiting for you on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

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Breaking the Rules - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,205

Warnings: The usual + Angst

A/N: I’m spamming you guys with fics lol sorry. Also please, don’t let this series flop, I beg you! Alright, I’ll stop whining now. Enjoy :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

You woke up from your nap and stretched your arms over your head since there was no one sitting next to you. The book Bucky asked ordered you to read was on the empty seat next to yours. With a heavy sigh, you picked it up, threw it in your travel bag and left.

Bucky was waiting for you on the platform, his foot tapping impatiently. The next couple of days were going to be the longest of your life.

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honey | 1

honey | spice | everything nice

M: Jungkook/Reader; Genre: Underwear Stealer!+Model! Au, Angst, Smut; Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, anything else?Words: 5520

Synopsis : You hated Jeon Jungkook with all your guts; with everything you've got but he, on the contrary, despised you so much he was blinded by rage, determined to only get you out of your undies; what else was he expecting?

A/N:  This was the result of a long conversation about clothing war BTS! and how hot Panty Stealer Jungkook would look in lacy underwear. I’d like to thank @gukstudio the real gal to thank for triggering this idea, @itskimtaehyung for screaming about my indecisive ass about the ending of this first installment, and @badgalyoongi for beta’ing. I’m real excited and nervous for this new series and I hope you guys are too, excited that is; Enjoy;).

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Surprising Secret; H.S.

To say that I was just a little bit nervous, was quite the understatement. But walking around with just my lingerie, covered by a large trench coat, also felt… quite empowering. I forgot that I had matters to attend to before I’d be seeing Harry tonight; being surrounded by so many people and having this little secret to myself; I’ve never felt this way.

My heels click along the sidewalk, a rhythmic beating that only hyped me up more. Only a few blocks and I’d arrive at Harry’s flat, and I’d see just how surprised I could get him with my small gift.

Our meet-ups were irregular, to say the least. But that didn’t take away the thrill that erupted in my body every single time Harry’s name popped up on my phone. It was almost always the same message:

Are you busy tonight? – H.

And the text I had received held just those words. I almost never turned down his offer for some unadulterated obligation-free fun. I can’t remember when it started, or how, but I was willing to just receive bits and snippets of Harry whenever he had the time. I was single, anyway – and not planning on changing that any time soon.

My contemplation is cut short when I see the familiar large front door come into view. I grant myself another big, nerve-calming breath, and take the few steps up.

“Hi love, lovely to see you again.” Harry greets me, smirk plastered on his lips, his body leaning against his slightly opened doorway. “Likewise H. Mind letting me in? It’s quite cold out, as you know.” I wink, immediately pushing through the door and inviting myself in without another word slipped past Harry’s lips.

“There’s something different about you.” Harry comments as he feel him following me into his living room. I come to a halt at the back of his sofa, my fingertips pressing into the divine leather as I wait for him to enter the room as well.

“Confidence can carry you a long way.” I smirk, turning on my heel and resting my ass against the leather. He slowly approaches me – his gaze is penetrating, although I can’t decipher which emotion he holds behind them.
“Apparently so, yeah.”

“Come on, Y/N. Let me take your coat.” Harry smiles genuinely, stepping closer as he holds his hand out. I unbutton the few buttons that keep my secret hidden from Harry, leaving my coat on. “Of course, H.” I smile. The confidence that courses through me isn’t something I knew I possessed, but I wish it would stick with me until the end of time. I haven’t felt this high in forever.

His hands trail towards my shoulders as I spin a circle, letting Harry glide my coat off of my shoulders. I don’t see his face, but I hear his breathing hitch, a small gasp leaving his lips. “It was your birthday someday this year, right?” I laugh, turning back around, licking my lips as I see the fire blazing in Harry’s eyes.

“Once a year, yeah.” Harry stutters, his eyes glued to my frame. I take a step closer, my hands fluttering over his clothed chest before I grasp it, pulling him closer. “I like seeing you all flustered.” I press my lips against his in an urgent manner. I’ve missed him – missed his touch.

There’s something that seems to click in Harry’s mind and he kisses back with even greater force, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me incredulously close. A moan passes from my lips and I lean my lower body closer to his, using his sofa as leverage.

“How I’ve missed – “ a kiss on my neck, “that ass – “ another kiss to my collarbone, “of yours.” Harry mutters in between, sending heat straight to my core. My fingers are grasping onto Harry’s wild locks for dear life; my leg rubbing along his jean-covered thigh.

Instead of trying to come up with a proper answer I tug his shirt off his toned torso in one swift, fluid motion. I’m meddling with the buckle of his belt when a tiny shriek leaves my lips, Harry’s arms lifting me up as he carries me towards his bedroom.

He drops me onto the bed and I bounce back, my hair fanned out across the neatly made bed. “Is this new?” He motions to the only articles of clothing still covering my private parts and with a curt nod, a smirk grows on his features. “I like.”

“Of course you do.” I hook my pointer finger in his boxers and pull him closer. He kicks off his jeans as he leans over me, our lips hooking into another passionate kiss. His fingers skilfully remove the last bits of clothing as I try my best to do the same – failing miserably.

He aids me and covers my whole body with his, hands wandering, lips pressing everywhere, moans slipping from both our lips. I’m not in the mood for foreplay, it’s been too long since we’ve been together and I can’t wait to feel him again.

I do believe he feels the same as he already starts guiding himself in between my legs, his lips stilling on my collarbone. A sigh leaves his lips as he enters me, followed by a low moan passing my own.

His pacing is slow, exploring, as if this is the first time we’ve been together. I know it isn’t, but it does feel like it. I haven’t seen Harry in months, and I was craving his touch with every fibre of my being.

Without giving it a second thought, the words slip from my lips. As soon as they have though, I press my lips together in a thin line, focusing everywhere but on Harry. It’s words I’ve never spoken to him before, although I’ve felt this many times.
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.”

His teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck while he picks up his pace. His thrusts are quite irregular, as if his mind isn’t with him in the exact moment. I don’t give it another thought as I feel pleasure taking over my body. My fingertips are digging into Harry’s shoulder blades and it edges him on to go even faster.

The only sound filling the air is skin against skin, mixed in with different moans dripping from our tongues. I weave my fingers through his locks once more and give a tight pull, dragging a desperate growling sound from Harry. It causes a shiver to erupt along my naked body and I press my perky breasts against Harry’s hot, flushed chest.

We’re a mingling mess, but it’s just as I love it to be. His hand squeezes my ass roughly and it spirals me even closer to my impending orgasm. I can sense Harry is close to, and to aid him, I start swivelling my hips along his; chasing us closer and closer.

It hits me suddenly, waves of pleasure taking over my body and I chant Harry’s name over and over again as I slowly dwell down from my orgasm. I become aware of Harry still chasing his own, and I pull his body closer against mine. My teeth sink into his shoulder, kitten licking it afterwards.

I slowly drag my lips across his skin towards his ear, again nibbling just the slightest bit on his earlobe before I breathe into his ear; little, heavy moans leaving my lips as I show him just how much I enjoy this moment between us. It seems it’s all that Harry needs as he grunts and stills; his hand gripping my neck tightly, head hidden by my hair.

“That was – I –“ Harry tries to say something, still hidden, and I shut him up as I squeeze both his ass cheeks roughly, growling underneath him. “Hm.”

“I forgot about the sounds you make, Y/n. Damn.” Harry groans as he rolls off me, sprawled against his bedding as his chest heaves up and down at a rapid pace. A giggle passes my lips as I turn onto my side, my nails slowly dragging along his toned abdomen. I see his cock twitch as I do so, Harry’s eyelids fluttering closed.

“Unless you want to go again, right now, I advise you to stop.” Harry moans and I stutter for the shortest moments before moving again. “I don’t think I’d mind that much.”
Harry growls again, pulling my frame close to his. His blunt nails dig into my thigh, slowly dragging up towards my ass before kissing me again.

“Just a second of breath-catching, Y/n. Please.”
“Well okay…” I let out a little whine, my fingertips ghosting along his stomach towards his private regions, lingering there as I see Harry visibly shudder. “I’m not done with you anyway.” I chuckle, dropping my hand all together before reaching for the duvet underneath us.

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” Harry groans again, kneading my breast in his left palm, tongue wetting his plump lips. I shudder at the anticipation of what the evening might still hold for me.

Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

“How-” you voice felt stuck in your throat “How do you know me?”

“He-” she glanced at the door, hesitating as if he could come in any given moment “Doesn’t matter.” she breathed out, shaking her head as if to shake the thought off and turned to leave.

But you weren’t having any of it “No” you breathed out, rushing to grab her arm “No, please.” you looked at her with pleading eyes, for the first time putting all feelings of jealousy aside “Tell me.”

“I-” she sighed, looking around nervously “He’s mentioned you.”

“He?” your hand fell on your side “Dean, right?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips and oh you knew that look very well, jealousy and envy “Without really wanting to, uh a couple times. Once or twice in his sleep and other during-” she stopped herself, shrugging and now it was your turn to feel that unpleasant burn inside your chest “I asked him who you were but he always brushed it off, insisting it- you didn’t mean a thing but seeing the way he looks at you just… proves how wrong I always was for believing him. And how wrong he was.”

“About what?” you said in a low voice, biting your lower lip.

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Shoot to Kill (Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

what do you do when your chimera ex boyfriend, who is still in love with you, comes back from hell and is now working with the werewolf, who is also in love with you, and you’re not sure which one you like more? Sounds like something from a movie right? Add on a alpha werewolf brother and a bunch of professional hunters trying to kill you guys and you have my life.

“an abandoned zoo?” I questioned looking at Liam.

“it’s perfect for the plan as long as everyone does what their supposed too.” Liam said glancing at Theo behind me.  

“I assume you mean me? Don’t worry I’m a big boy I can handle myself.” Theo said smirking at Liam.

“alright it’s time, call Mason.” I said looking at my watch.

The plan had to work it just had too. Theo, Liam, and myself were to lure the hunters to the zoo whilst Scott, Malia, and Lydia destroyed the guns at Gerard’s armory. Liam pulled out his phone stepping away to call Mason

“you sure this is going to work?” Theo asked stepping closer to me.

“let’s hope.” I said looking at Theo.

“look y/n..” Theo started but Liam came back around the corner making him stop.

“Nolan bought it he’s following Mason.” Liam said coming over to me.

He placed himself in between me and Theo making it very awkward. I just hoped Mason was soon here.

“well let’s say this plan doesn’t work and they catch us, do you have an escape plan? I am not dying here.” Theo said crossing his arms.

“the plan will work.” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“well what if it doesn’t are you really going to risk her life?” Theo asked pointing to me.

“she isn’t yours to worry about anymore.” Liam sassed.

I rolled my eyes at them. First of all Hello I’m standing right here!? Secondly, they were constantly fighting over me and honestly I was getting sick and tired of it. I knew I should pick someone but that was the last thing that I wanted to think about right now.

“stop both of you, here comes Mason.” I said walking away from both boys.

Mason pulled up popping the trunk open. Theo and I grabbed the blankets and pillows while Liam asked about Nolan’s whereabouts.

“should I stay to help?” Mason asked looking at all three of us.

“his friends shoot to kill, go home.” Theo said nodding at Mason.

“yeah totally, Lydia would kill me if I damaged her car.” Mason said nervously laughing.

I could tell he was worried about us.

“don’t worry Mason we’ll be okay, Nolan’s going to do the rest.” I said patting his shoulder.

“I hear the car we have to go.” Theo said grabbing my arm.

We ran in the zoo hiding behind a concrete wall. I was in between Theo and Liam making it awkward. Nolan pulled up getting out with two hunters getting out behind him.

“wait why is it only Nolan and two other guys?" Theo said looking between me and Liam.

"there should be about twenty of them where’s the backup?” I asked peeking around the corner.

“I’m telling you, I saw Mason bringing supplies here. Where is everyone else? This is a whole pack, a banshee and an alpha we need backup.” Nolan said.

The two other hunters looked at each other and then at Nolan.  They didn’t believe him.

“there were at least six sleeping bags okay they’re here they’re all here.” Nolan again protested.

“they only saw us and they’re not going to believe Nolan.” Liam said frustrated.

“okay, then they have to believe us. ISN’T THAT RIGHT.” Theo said screaming the last part.

Liam and I turned around quickly, disbelief in our eyes.

“Theo why are you yelling?” I asked gripping his arm.

“YOU GOT A PROBLEM? OH RIGHT YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PROBLEM.” Theo screamed at Liam.

I looked around the corner seeing the hunters and Nolan looking at the zoo.

“dude what the hell are you doing?” Liam growled.

“SHUT UP!” Theo screamed making Liam flinch.

Theo grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Liam in the face.

“YOU SEE THAT SCOTT YOUR LITTLE BETA CAN’T EVEN TAKE A PUNCH. WHAT DO YOU THINK MALIA” Theo shouted.

Liam started to breath heavily.

“Theo are sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked but I was ignored.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME.” Theo continued to shout.

Liam and I looked at the hunters who were very interested now.

“okay I get what you’re doing but did you actually have to punch me?” Liam asked holding his jaw.

Theo punched him again. I could hear Nolan and the hunters coming closer. It was working. They were buying it, but they still needed more convincing.

“keep going.” I said to the boys.

Liam got angry and ran at Theo. He tried to push Theo against the concrete wall but Theo reversed it.

“SEE WHAT I MEAN SCOTT? HE’S ONLY GOOD IN A FIGHT WHEN HE’S ANGRY. SO LET’S SEE JUST HOW ANGRY HE GETS.” Theo taunted Liam.

I didn’t want to be anywhere near these two fighting and honestly I probably should’ve broken it up but we needed to convince the hunters and they needed to work on getting along. I backed up as Liam growled at Theo. Theo punched him in the face again making Liam livid. They fought for a little causing a lot of commotion. Liam got a couple of good shots in breaking Theo’s nose. Finally Theo scratched Liam’s stomach and both boys collapsed pretty exhausted.

“Are you done, or should we keep going.” Liam growled looking at his shirt.

“we gotta call for backup.” one of the hunters said making me smile.

 "I think they’re sold.“ I said coming over to the boys.

They both looked like hell. Liam had a bloody nose and his shirt was ripped and soaked with blood. Theo had a black and blue mark around his eye and blood dripping from his nose.

 "you ripped my t-shirt.” Liam said holding his shirt.

“yeah you broke my nose. twice. it healed and you broke it again. two times.” Theo said holding up two fingers.

Liam looked at me and then Theo. Liam grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Theo in the face again and knocking him to the ground.  

“three times.” Liam said smirking at Theo.

I rolled my eyes. They really were ridiculous.

“come on you two, backup arriving any minute.” I said helping Theo off the ground.

“we should split up and look for the back up to come.” Liam said.

Theo nodded his head before grabbing my hand.

“what do you think you’re doing?” Liam asked looking at Theo.

“taking her with me, she’s only human and these guys shoot to kill remember.” Theo said starting to walk away but Liam grabbed my other hand pulling me back.

“which is why she’s going with me.” Liam said pulling me too him.

“I don’t think so.” Theo said pulling me back to him.

“okay I really don’t think you guys get the concept of splitting up, meaning we all go different ways.” I said rolling my eyes and pushing the boys off of me.

“you can’t protect yourself, these guys they..” Theo started but I interrupted him.

“shoot to kill yeah I know that already.” I said rolling my eyes.

“for once I agree with him. Go with one of us please.” Liam pleaded.

I rolled my eyes before taking off I could hear footsteps behind me and saw Theo catching up with me.

“you punched him didn’t you?” I asked.

“yeah.” Theo said smirking proud of himself.

We walked all over the zoo but haven’t found any sign of more people showing. We ran up a set of stairs to be met by Liam at an opening in the walls.

“there’s still three of them, it’s been half an hour.” Liam said.

“well don’t blame me, you’re the one that picked the abandoned zoo. What the hell are we doing in this place anyways?” Theo said.

“because, it’s like Mykonos.” Liam said.

“like what?” Theo said clearly confused.

“Mykonos, it’s a greek island. In the city they built these long narrow winding streets that all run in to each other. Invaders would get lost in them like a maze deciding which way to go.” I said.

both boys looked at me in shock.

“what? I enjoy history.” I said looking at both of them

Theo looked at me smiling and then surprisingly at Liam.

“I’m impressed Liam, it’s a good idea.” Theo said looking at him.

“yeah well only if the invaders actually show up.” Liam said looking defeated.

I grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. Suddenly there were four black SUV’s pulling up to the zoo.

“I think they just showed up.” Theo said glancing down below.

I noticed the familiar faces of Gerard Argent and Tamara Monroe. I couldn’t help the rage I felt towards them. Theo grabbed my hand walking away from the opening.

“lets go.” He said to Liam.

Liam didn’t move though.

“we’re supposed to be decoys not target practice.” I said grabbing Liam’s arm but he jerked away from me making me take a step back.

“still working on that anger.” Theo asked pulling me behind him.

“I’m fine.” Liam growled.

“well you can be angry at Nolan and stay alive, come on.” Theo said grabbing his shoulder but again Liam jerked away.

“fine get caught, but I’m not dying and I’m not letting her die either.” Theo said grabbing my hand and walking away.

“Theo wait we can’t just leave him here.” I said stopping.

“He’s making his own choice. I’m not letting you get hurt.” Theo said trying to pull me with him again.

I dug my heels in the ground giving him a look.

“fine, we’ll find him.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

We walked around the zoo finally finding Liam hiding behind a tree. He was looking at someone. Nolan. Theo went up behind him yanking him back.

“if you keep staring at him like that he’s going to see you. Get back.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

Liam rolled his eyes and peered around the tree again.

“we’re not dying out here because you want revenge on some kid who kicked your ass.” Theo said pulling Liam back.

“Liam please.” I pleaded.

Liam looked at me with sympathy filled eyes. Theo grabs his arm and yanks him away.

“let go.” Liam growled.

“calm down.” Theo growled back.

“I said let go.” Liam said flashing his golden irises.

“what’s going on with you?” I asked Liam as Theo dropped his arm.

Liam was angry, I knew that but now he was just acting stupid.

“this can’t just be Nolan something around here is triggering you.” I added stepping closer to him.

Theo quickly pulled me back earning a glare from myself.

“I’m fine.” Liam said breathing heavily.

“what is it? The hunters? You don’t like cages? You scared of heights?” I added.

I could tell I was pushing it now but I honestly wanted to know.

“I said I’m fine!” Liam snapped.

I was taken back. Liam never snapped at me, no matter how angry he was. Scott used to say he was only calm when he was with me.

“y/n.” Theo said pointing behind Liam.

Suddenly Nolan appeared holding a loaded crossbow.

“their up here!” Nolan called.

Liam growled tackling Nolan off the enclosure of the zoo. Theo and I jumped back in shock. We quickly run down to where they are to see Liam wolfed out and repeatedly punching the wall behind him. Theo walks over punching Liam in the head and knocking him out.

“I’d run.” I told Nolan looking at him with hard eyes.

Theo and I drag Liam to the car setting him in the back seat. Theo starts driving away from the zoo.

“thanks for saving him.” I said glancing at Liam and then looking at Theo.

“yeah I didn’t do it because I wanted too.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

There was an awkward silence that spread through the car. Every time Liam stirred Theo would knock him out again. Theo pulled the car to the side of the road, breathing heavily.

“are you okay?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“okay I can’t take this awkward silence. I am probably the last person in the world that deserves you, I know that, but I also know that everything I said to you, everything we had it was real it was all real. I don’t want to die, not like this, I needed to tell you how much I’m in love with you.” Theo said getting closer to me. 

I was silent, taking in everything he just said. Theo looked at my lips slowly leaning forward. I didn’t know why but I leaned in too. We were about to kiss when Liam groaned loudly from the backseat.

“why are we stopped?” Liam asked sitting up and rubbing his head.

“uh we thought it was about time you woke up.” I said rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“ouch my head hurts.” Liam said rubbing his head.

“I had to knock you out.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

“yeah, how many times?” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“five.” Theo said smirking.

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“thanks buddy.” Liam said sarcastically.

“yeah no problem pal.” Theo said still smirking.

“are you okay?” I asked turning around in my seat to look at Liam.

“No, I almost killed Nolan.” Liam said looking down at his hands.

“yeah but you didn’t you broke your hands trying not too, Liam that takes a lot of restraint.” I said giving him a smile.

“except next time you come up with a plan you probably shouldn’t pick somewhere that triggers a murderous rage.” Theo said pulling in to my driveway.

“have to agree with him there.” I said.

“I didn’t know that would happen.” Theo defended.  

“you didn’t bring me along because you wanted to spend time with me Liam, the Anuk-lte is affecting you isn’t it.” Theo said looking at me and then Liam.

“it causes fear, not anger.” Liam said brushing him off.

“well Liam you only feel one emotion at a time which is why you get angry whenever you’re afraid.” I said afraid of what he might say next.

Liam took a deep breath like he was contemplating what I just said.

“If the Anuk-lte is doing that to me, what is it doing to everyone else?” Liam said looking at us.

I saw the lights turn on in my house. We walked in to be greeted by a somber mood. Liam, Theo and I looked at everyone knowing their plan didn’t work as well as ours.

“the guns they were all gone.” Chris Argent said looking down at the ground.

I stormed out of the living room feeling very defeated. I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks. I was about to loose everyone I loved and cared about. I was going to have to learn how to live without Liam and Theo and I didn’t know if I could do that. I felt someone wrapping their arms around me. I looked up and Liam was looking at me with sympathy. We stood their for a little bit just holding each other.

“I can’t lose you.” I said my voice cracking with the pain I was feeling.

“you aren’t going to lose me. I love you.” Liam said kissing my forehead.

“can I interrupt?”

I got out of Liam’s arms looking at Theo in the doorway.

“I guess.” Liam said.

Liam leaned down kissing my lips quickly. I felt my lips tingle from where he pulled his away. He walked out of the kitchen bumping shoulders with Theo. Theo rolled his eyes watching him leave.

“isn’t he pleasant.” Theo said walking over to me.

I wiped some more stray tears as they fell down my cheeks.

“are you okay?” Theo asked pulling me in for a hug.

I shook my head yes but the tears that fell down my face betrayed me.

“I just feel like no matter what we do we can’t win.” I said crying.

“we’re not giving up. we fight until we can’t fight anymore.” Theo said grabbing my shoulders.

“I have a feeling not everyone is going to make it. What if they get you? I don’t want you to leave again.” I admitted.

“please, have I ever backed down from a challenge?” Theo said giving me his famous pretty boy smirk.

“can’t say that you have.” I said laughing a little bit.

“you however are the toughest challenge I’ve faced yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“me?” I questioned smirking at him.

“I feel like every time I’m close to winning you back, Liam slips right through the cracks stealing you away from me.” He said resting his forehead on mine.

“you never asked me how I feel.” I said looking in his eyes.

“how do you feel?” Theo asked smirking.

“I could show you better than I could tell you.” I smirked back.

I grabbed Theo by the back of the neck pulling his lips down on mine. He kissed me back with a passion and a hunger like he never had before. I pulled away slowly biting my lip.

“so Liam hasn’t won yet.” He said laughing.

I was about to respond when I heard the front door slam open. I grabbed Theo’s hand walking back out to living room.

“dad what are you doing here?” I questioned looking at my dad.

Scott came down the stairs looking at him too.

“the guns are gone.” our dad said looking at us.

“yeah we know." Scott said.

"no I mean they’ve been distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” our dad said.

Lydia was looking far off like she was having a premonition.

“everyone get down!” She yelled.

Suddenly a bullet flew through our window. Theo yanked me down covering me with his body. Liam crawled over making sure I was completely covered. The bullets kept coming. I felt the tears rush down my cheeks as the two boys held me.

“It’ okay, it’s okay.” Theo cooed in my ear.

Nothing was okay. Finally the bullets stopped. We all sat up inspecting the damage. Theo and Liam pulled me up and everyone just stood looking at each other. That’s when I felt it. Blood. I collapsed on the floor my breathing becoming rapid.

“y/n!” Theo shouted dropping down.

“No no no.” Liam repeated tears falling from his eyes. 

I had it wrong all along. I was the one going to die. Theo and Liam were going to have to learn to live without me.

Wager (NSFW)

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: smut, sibling rivalry

Request by: @wisewinnerstrawberry

A/N: Hey look, I finally wrote a request. Again though, if you have made a request please don’t fucking ask me when it’ll be posted. I’m super serious about this.


“Oh please, you couldn’t even if your life depended on it!” Bjorn bellowed, his drink sloshing out of his cup as he waved it in the air. “None of you could!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, in your latest meta about Shiro you mentioned Lance and Shiro being a dangerous combo. Could you elaborate on that? Thank you!

Okay so one thing Pidge mentions in her analysis of Lance is he picks off ‘engaged targets’. Basically, Lance lets someone close-range- Keith, Pidge, or Shiro- get up in his enemies’ space and draw their attention- and then right when they might retaliate, oh, whoops, it’s Lance, thanks for ignoring him and standing there.

This is exactly what he does with Sendak in s1e5- Sendak’s under attack from Pidge, he turns his full attention towards her- bam, Lance hits him in the back.

And as I said about Shiro and his fighting style- Shiro is a harrier. Up against a foe that he can’t take down in a few hits, what he does is stick on them persistently and keep attacking, use his maneuverability and agility to stay with them, stay on them, block and parry and keep hitting their defenses. He’s the guy that won’t quit.

If you pair these two tendencies together, here’s what happens: you get two opponents. One of which, as soon as you take your attention off him, will shoot you with terrifying precision.

Okay, the natural thing to do is dodge your second opponent and come after him, take him out so you can focus on the other one without the sniping in the way.

Problem? Your second opponent is impossible to shake. He will follow you to the ends of the planet and he will not get tired. Hit him hard, toss him around, he’s back on his feet and back on you before you’ve so much as taken two steps towards his buddy. And he won’t let you breathe. You have to keep your focus on him because if you don’t he’ll probably take your head off with that thousand-degree knife hand, only you can’t do that because Lance is setting your butt on fire.

Club Fighting Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: isthecomet

Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds

Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint

Originally posted by papatyasevenbirpapatya

Originally posted by theembodimentoflife

You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.

However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.

You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.

This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.

Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.

“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.

“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.

He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”

Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.

You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.

You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.

You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.

“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.

“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.

You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.

“Is it bad?” You asked softly.

“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.

He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.

“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”

“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.

“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.

“Let me grab my coat first!”


You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.

Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.

“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.

“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.

“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.

He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”

Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.

You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.

You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.

At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.

How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.

Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.

Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.

Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.

There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.

Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.

You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.

It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.

“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.

“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.

He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.

“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.

You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”

“I understand.” He replied nodding.

The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.

After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.

You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.

You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.

You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.

“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.

“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.

You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”

You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.

“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.

“Ow! I love you.” He commented.

You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.

“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.

You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.

He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”

The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”

You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”

“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”

Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.

The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.

You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.

“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.

“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.

His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.

Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.

He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.

You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.

“You okay?” You asked again.

He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”

“You might wanna wash off though.”

You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.

“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.

He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.


You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.

Not so much the same for Bill.

You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.

He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”

“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.

“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”

The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.

“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.

“Yeah…” He sighed.

After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?

"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”

“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”

He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”

“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”


“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”

“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”

“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”

“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”

“What karma? I saved you.”

“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”

“I did it because I love you.”

“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”

“Ow. Agreed….”

Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!

Bruised (Nolan Holloway)

Sequel to Broken

Broken: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/165244775102/broken-nolan-Holloway 

Originally posted by theoraekendeserveslove

Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liuDx0z20YQ I highly recommend listening while reading

recap:

 I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.

“Nolan.” I gasped.

It wasn’t the sight of Nolan that made me gasp. It was what he was holding in his hand. A gun.

“Nolan what are you doing?” I questioned looking at him and then back at the gun in his hand.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rise.

“she wants me to kill you, they tell me you’re the most dangerous next to Scott.” Nolan said pacing in the doorway.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun in his hand.

“Nolan please put the gun down.” I said raising my hands in surrender.

Nolan wouldn’t actually hurt me would he?

“why should I? You lied to me! You’ve been lying to me all along! You had me so fooled for the longest time, but not anymore. I trusted you, I told you everything and you were just faking it all along.” Nolan said raising the gun a little.

He had tears falling down his cheeks now too. I hurt him badly, and I couldn’t take it back.

“Nolan please don’t do this, I’m sorry I hurt you I never meant too. Nolan I lied about what I am but I didn’t fake anything. All of our late night talks, the nights we drove to the cliff and just lay there stargazing, all the times we talked about  our future, that was all real.” I said slowly lowering my hands and taking a step towards him.

He raised the gun fully now aimed at my face. He moved his finger to the trigger. I stopped dead in my tracks. 

“Nolan.” I said my voice cracking.  

“they told me you’d try to plead your case to me.” He spat.

I realized Nolan wasn’t going to put the gun down. I slowly reached my hands down to my belt which again was really my katana. Nolan saw what I was doing and roughly grabbed my arm.

“they told me you’d try that too.” He said glaring at me.

He ripped the belt out of my hands tossing it to the floor. 

“Nolan you really want to kill me?” I asked my voice shaking as sobs racked my small frame. 

He stared at me for a long couple of seconds.

“they want me too.” He repeated again even more tears falling down his cheeks.

“well what do you want? If you want to kill me go ahead and do it. I’m not going to stop you.” I told him.

Nolan looked at the floor slowly lowering the gun. He dropped it on the floor looking defeated.

“you couldn’t do it Nolan because this isn’t who you are." I said looking at him  but he wasn’t paying attention.

His eyes were focused on something on the floor. I looked down to see the note I had dropped when he grabbed my arm. It had his name on the front.

“you can read that if you want.” I said still not moving.

Nolan ran a hand over his face before bending down and picking up the letter. Nolan looked at the letter and then up at me. He took the paper ripping it up. In that moment he ripped up my heart too. I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face as he ripped up the paper. He didn’t even bother to open it.

“It doesn’t matter what it says, everything has changed.” He said looking at me.

I dropped down trying to collect all the pieces of the note and my heart.  

“It said I love you.” I whispered before looking up at Nolan’s shocked expression.

I never admitted it out loud until now. He took a few steps back stumbling to my door way.

“You don’t mean that you’re just trying to trick me again.” He said tears falling freely.

I got off the floor walking to stand in front of him.

"Nolan I’m so in love with you it hurts.” I said tears still in my eyes.  

Nolan looked at my eyes and then down to my lips. The next thing I knew Nolan’s lips were on mine. He backed me up so he was pressing me to the wall with his body. He had his hands cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pushing myself closer to him. This was everything I had ever wanted. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine. I could feel the rhythmic beats of my heart speed up from what just occurred. I was even more in love with him now.

 "show me.“ He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please don’t do this.” I said still out of breathe.

“show me please, I want to see the real you.” He repeated.

I thought about it not knowing If I should. I finally agreed too nodding my head.

“stand back.” I said pushing him back a little bit.

I took a deep breath letting the fox inside of me come out.

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Nolan took a couple more steps backwards, looking at me with wide eyes. I took a step towards him but he quickly stepped back. He was afraid of me. I willed the fox to disappear so now I was back to me.

“Nolan.” I said taking another step forward but he stepped back again.

“I knew it.” He breathed before running out the door.

I should’ve called or ran after him but what was the point. Maybe I was the monster that everyone thinks I am. Nolan certainly thought so. I sat on the floor allowing myself to be consumed in my thoughts. I knew that loving Nolan was suicide but I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I’d sat there until I heard a knocking at my door. I quickly got up thinking it could Nolan that maybe he changed his mind. I opened the door but it wasn’t Nolan standing on the other side, it was Liam.

“Liam.” I said stepping aside so he could come in.

His eyes darted to the ground where Nolan left the gun lay.

“y/n what happened?” He asked looking at me. 

I didn’t answer right away.

“y/n answer me. Did they hurt you?” He asked rubbing my back.

"No I’m fine.” I said finally looking at Liam.

“Well Scott needs us at the police station. We met a new werewolf who said she was shot by a deputy and they just picked up two other werewolves, we have to get them out before the deputy kills them.” Liam explained.

I looked back down to the note on the floor. I couldn’t leave everything behind now. I didn’t realize until now how incredibly selfish that was. The pack needed me. Innocent supernatural creatures needed me. If loving Nolan was suicide I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I picked up my belt clicking it back in place before nodding at Liam. He gave me a smile before we ran to Mason’s car. We drove to the police station in silence, until Liam spoke up.

“I probably should mention Theo’s back too.” Liam said shyly looking over at me.

I didn’t have a problem with Theo, he however really didn’t like me. I did send him to hell after all.

“It’s a good thing I have this then.” I said gesturing to my belt.

“we’re here.” Mason said parking the car.

 I went to get out but Liam stopped me.

“I uh never got to say thank you for today at school.” Liam said giving me a smile.

“we have to watch each others backs remember.” I said referring to what Scott told us to do.

“yeah you’re right.” He said walking with me in to the police station.

We met Scott, Lydia, and the new werewolf Quinn. I gave her a small smile showing her I was on her side.

“please Sheriff.” Scott says pleading for Stilinski to let the two wolves go.

“Scott they’re being charged with murder, they aren’t going anywhere. There are still laws and they broke the law .” Stilinski said looking at all of us.

“but it isn’t safe.” I said looking at him.

“right now, I think this may be the only safe spot left in town.” Stilinski said.

“what would Stiles say if he were here? You know he wouldn’t agree to this.” Lydia said.

“yeah plus it was a deputy that shot Quinn anyways.” Malia added.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at us in disbelief.

“A deputy? You sure? I know all these deputies and trust them , I’m pretty sure if one of them was a werewolf hunter, I’d know.” He said.

“this supernatural thing that causes fear, it’s changing people, you’d be surprised what people do when their afraid.” I said.

It was true, just an hour ago the boy I loved was pointing a gun at my face. I don’t think Nolan would ever want to hurt anyone I think he’s just afraid.

“you can’t protect them from the hunters if they’re already inside.” Scott says trying one last time to plead with Noah to let them go.

Quinn told him what happened with the deputy but he still didn’t believe us. Lydia snapped at him and Malia laughed at something that was definitely not supposed to be joke.

“look guys I..” Noah started but suddenly we were blinded by a lot of bright lights.

I brought my arm up to shield my eyes. The deputies raise their guns as Stilinski looks outside.

“what is it?” Scott asks walking over to the window.

We all walk over seeing Monroe standing outside with about a dozen well armed hunters. I looked at each of the hunters. My eyes instantly connected with Gabe’s. I was looking for Nolan and was relieved when I didn’t see him.

“deputies put your guns down and get away from the windows.” Noah says disarming himself.

“Sheriff.” Scott said putting an arm out to stop him but he walked outside anyways. 

“Scott what are we going to do?” Liam asked looking at Scott.

I could tell this was going to end one of two ways and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the peaceful option. Someone was dying here tonight it was just a matter of them or us. Suddenly Malia started to panic.

“we have to get out of here.” She said pacing the room.

“we have to give Stilinski a chance to negotiate.” Scott said trying to stop her pacing.

“how are we going to get Jiang and Tierney out?” Liam asked.

“Screw them.” Malia snapped making Liam stumble backwards.

“Mal, calm down.” I said putting my hand on my belt just in case.

Everyone’s heads snapped up when we heard the familiar voice of Theo Raeken as he entered the room.

“should I kill him?” Liam growled taking a step towards Theo.

“leave him, we have to get the hell out of here!” Malia pleaded with Scott.

Something was wrong. This wasn’t her, it was the fear.

“Don’t you get it we’re trapped! They have all the doors and windows covered, we’re going to die in here!” Quinn says shedding a few tears.

“way to be positive Quinn.” I mumbled.

“can I kill her?” Theo asked looking over to Quinn.

“SHUT UP!” Malia growled approaching Theo.

I quickly un-did my belt snapping my sword in place. Theo looked at me confused to which I just shrugged in response. Scott grabs Malia before she does something stupid. He knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against me. I put my sword away not looking for a fight either.

“there’s only about a dozen of them out there, we could take them, especially with y/n blocking their bullets.” Lydia pointed out still gazing out the window.

“but what about Jiang and Tierney you know the whole point of us being here!” Liam said to Scott.

“we’re getting out of here, all of us.” Scott said nodding at all of us.

Liam goes to get Jiang and Tierney as we prepare to go outside. I snap my katana in to place preparing for a fight. We were just about to bust through the door when Stilinski comes back in.

“what are you guys doing?” He asked looking at us.

“we can take them.” Lydia snapped.

“we’re not fighting. Get back from the windows and Parrish put them back in their cells.” He said pushing us away from the door.

Parrish took Jiang and Tierney back to their cells.

“She’s giving us until midnight to hand them over dead or alive.” Noah said looking at us.

“So let’s prepare for an invasion then.” I said jamming my sword in the door so it would be almost impossible to open.

The others took my advice and started moving desks and filing cabinets to block the windows and doors. I removed my sword and replaced it with the leg of a chair in case I needed it. As Liam and I are moving a desk the power goes out. There was only a dim light coming from the cars outside.

“what the hell?” I questioned looking at the others.

Suddenly a deputy comes in dragging a struggling Nolan. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes but I fought them.

“I found who cut our power.” She said holding up a pair of bolt cutters.

“Nolan.” I said glaring at him.

He couldn’t look at me though. Liam let out a growl, taking a step towards Nolan. I quickly put my arm out to stop him.

“please don’t make me go back out there y/n, she’ll know I screwed up and she’ll kill me.” He pleaded finally looking at me.

“why should we! You’re a liar Nolan and you’re sick in the head, I say we throw him out.” Liam growls.

I felt the tears I was holding back fall from my eyes. Scott must have saw.

“No, we aren’t throwing him back outside.” Scott said to Liam.

“Parrish lock him up.” Stilinski said looking at Parrish.

Parrish walked over grabbing Nolan. I couldn’t look. I loved him and it was going to get me killed. As soon as Nolan was out of sight I ran to the bathroom breaking down. The reality was now it was him against me. There was no friendship. No love. It was war. Malia walked in wrapping her arms around me. This meant a lot coming from her considering she wasn’t an affectionate person.

“Forget him, if he can’t see who you really are, then he doesn’t deserve you anyways.” Malia said shocking me.

It wasn’t that I thought she was not genuine…. okay maybe I did think that.

“what sometimes I say meaningful things.” She said giving me a smile.

I returned her smile before we walked out of the bathroom. We didn’t get very far when we heard Parrish tell everyone to get down. A smoke grenade went off making it hard to see. I quickly realized the smoke grenade was a distraction. I ran to the holding cells seeing Nolan holding a blue vial of wolfsbane. I quickly tackled Nolan to the ground grabbing his hand that held the wolfsbane. I finally flipped him over so I was straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head.

“I have to do this!” He said struggling against me.

“Nolan don’t make me have to hurt you!” I said holding him back down.

He stopped struggling and looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“you’d do that.” He said his voice cracking now.

I looked at his face feeling myself fall back in his trap but I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“you’re the one that said everything has changed so yeah I would, then maybe you would know how I feel. Nolan you held a gun in my face, you’re trying to kill two innocent teenagers. I’m not the monster Nolan you are. You don’t care about me, the only one faking anything between us was you!  and when I die by the hands of your so called "friends” I just want you to remember that I was the one who truly loved you. " I said finally letting out all the emotions I had been keeping locked inside.

Nolan looked heartbroken.

“you really think that I don’t care about you?” He said trying to get one of his hands free.

He finally got one of his hands free and used it to cup my cheek. I completely forgot about Jiang and Tierney who were right there.

“ask me why I didn’t kill you earlier today.” He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please stop.” I said not wanting to hear the lie he was about to tell me.

“ask me.” He repeated.

“Nolan why didn’t you kill me?” I asked.

“Because I love you too.” He said leaning up on one elbow.

I didn’t know if he actually meant it but I guess I didn’t care. I leaned down placing my lips on his in a hungry kiss. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right. I let go of his other arm putting my hands on either side of his face. He wrapped his arms around me kissing me deeply. I was suddenly ripped off of him and thrown in to the wall.

“what the hell?” I said struggling to get up.

I looked up to see Liam growling at Nolan. This was all my fault.

So I decided that I wanted to make this in to a series if you guys want me too? Broken got so much feedback in such a short amount of time so that’s pretty rad! I hope this lives up to that!

next installment Burned

The Chambermaid(libertine!harry)

So the original idea of this was sort of itching in my head for years, but never found the proper muse until good old Harry so I present you with this lovely piece of work. If you watched the film Quills and The Libertine, or have read up on Marquis De Sade and The Earl of Rochester I think you will like this one!

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