nothing will come close to my heart as these girls did

best friend’s brother - tom holland au ♦︎

Pairings: best friend’s brother! tom holland x reader

Warning(s)?: steamy forbidden make-out sesh ooh la la

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Tom’s your best friend’s older brother that you couldn’t help but to catch feelings for. Now you two are dating behind her back, but your secret can only stay hidden for so long..

A/N: hi ok i’ve never seen this idea with tom before so i thought it’d be cute? this idea popped into my head bc i deadass have a crush on my best friend’s brother whoops … but i can only pray what happens in this imagine happens to me lmao. but listen to best friend’s brother by victoria justice A BOP for added effect while reading okay bye enjoy!! also gif credits to kelly aka tomshollandss 

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You walk into your best friend, Alisia’s room, slinging your book bag off your shoulders and onto the floor carelessly. “Thank God it’s Friday,” you exclaim, plopping into your friend’s furry bean bag chair beside her bed, feigning exhaustion.

Alisia giggles before rubbing her stomach. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some food.” You follow Alisia down the hall and into her kitchen where her mom, Nikki, was unloading groceries into the fridge.

“Hey, mom,” Alisia greets before grabbing two granola bars out of the pantry, one for you and one for her.

“Hey, love. It’s so nice to see you around here again, Y/N.” Nikki commented, even though you’d been over here more times this week then you’d like to admit. She didn’t know about those times though, because it was a secret.

As you take a bite out of the granola bar, you couldn’t help but ask the question swirling around in your mind. It was awfully too quiet for a place where Tom Holland resided. “Hey, where’s Tom?” You tried to sound genuinely curious rather than concerned, even though you were. You had a right to be though, he was your boyfriend.

The only problem was that Tom was your best friend’s brother. You were aware of how cliche it sounded, but it was hard to not fall for a guy like Tom. While you and Alisia were juniors, Tom was a senior, and a complete heart throb to say the least. He was popular, well liked, and charming. Every guy was friends with him, and every girl couldn’t help but turn their heads whenever he would pull up to school with the top down on his Audi TT and his best friend Harrison Osterfield in the passenger seat with him. He could’ve had any girl he chose, but he only wanted you.

When you and Alisia got close the summer before sophomore year, you couldn’t help but silently swoon every time you and Alisia would walk into the kitchen and Tom and Harrison happened to be watching TV in the living room. Or when Nikki would force Tom to take you and Alisia home from school. Soon enough, you, Alisia, Tom, and Harrison became close, almost like a band, and would hang out normally without having to be told.

And that’s where the feelings came in. You and Tom instantly clicked, both of you possessing the same sense of humor and sharing a lot of the same interests. The subtle flirting and the stolen glances weren’t enough for Tom; he wanted something more with you. So when he asked you out, it was quickly after Alisia had momentarily left the room. Immediately after you hurriedly kissed him, he said, “She cannot find out, okay?”

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there were a lot of references in the new video, did you catch them all? let’s take a look.

1. nils sjoberg

remember that time she wrote a song with calvin harris but used a different name? this is that name, on one of the gravestones. after releasing that she had actually written the summer hit “this is what you came for,” calvin harris, among others, threw a fit on twitter - even though it had been agreed that if calvin and taylor broke up, she could express that she had written the song.

2. the out of the woods dress

this blue dress probably looks familiar! it’s the same one she wore in the out of the woods music video, the last music video of the 1989 era. this poses the same frantic question, are we out of the woods yet? as this grave-digging taylor suggests, not yet.

3. here lies 2014 met gala taylor

at first glance, it just looks like the taylor from before laying there, but after pausing it and going back, one realizes that isn’t zombie taylor, rather 2014 met gala taylor. 2014 would have been the start of the 1989 era, and the out of the woods video was the end of it, thus: by the end of 1989 era, she was ready to “bury” it.

4. the dollar bill

if you look just next to taylor’s shoulder, you can see a good ole george washington. one single dollar bill. is this a reference to taylor’s sexual assault trial recently, and the one dollar she won then? most likely, because if you go to other shots of her in the tub that aren’t directly above her, the dollar bill isn’t there, meaning it was edited in later, which would explain how it got there so late in the game. it stands for the simple victories everyone else gets to celebrate, while she does the same things and gets flack for it.

5. et tu brute

a famous line from shakespeare’s julius caeser, “et tu, brute” means “and you, brute?” right as marcus brutus lands the fatal blow in julius caeser’s, his once-friend’s back. this is a metaphor for all the people that taylor thought she could trust, before they turned around and trashed her name.

6. the tea

probably pretty simple to grasp - the tea is hot. alternatively, she, the snake in the video, gets to serve the tea this time around, or, she gets to lay down her side of the story.

7. car crash + paparazzi

did you see what happened here, at face value? taylor was in an expensive vehicle that got in a head-on crash, but everyone just stood back and took pictures, instead of rushing over to help. is this a reference to all the times that everyone stood back, took pictures, and laughed at her when she was beaten down? yes.

8. the grammy

the grammy blends in with the gold of the car and her outfit, so it’s pretty easy to miss, but there it is, in her hand, even though the car crashed. perhaps the future is being predicted?

9. the birdcage + leg tattoo

look closely at taylor’s leg, and you can see what looks to be a snake tattooed there. not to mention, here she is entertaining in a birdcage, which is guarded. she’s trying to have fun in this prison, biting her tongue, being the girl everyone wants, but she longs to be let free.

10. robbing a bank/stream co., blind for love

besides getting major harley quinn vibes, what else do we notice here? taylor swift robbing a vault, which says “stream company.” remember that time that taylor wrote an open letter to apple music and called her money hungry, even though she was taking her music off to benefit poorer artists? yes, we do. this is what she’s referencing here. also, her shirt says “blind for love” which makes sense, because she frequently refers to herself as a hopeless romantic, someone who opens theirselves up for love, even if it means getting hurt.

11. the squad

without explaining anything else, this scene can be described as a crowd of blank faced people, staring at taylor swift, who stands upon a stage looking menacing, and impressing one message upon the crowd: u, squad. it’s reminiscent of all the times people said taylor swift was over, because her friends, fans, or sales were fake or temporary. this is like a visual representation of the comments people made about taylor forcing people to do things for her to create the image she desired.

12. fake friends

and here we have the mannequins of the girls from the prior scene, chopped up. this one is pretty straight forward, these “friends” that taylor thought she had sometimes turned out to be more fickle and “fake” than she thought. also, can we talk about how taylor’s red boots are reminiscent of kinky boots? because yes.

13. the dancers, i heart ts

before taylor enters the room, the dancers are goofing around, but the second she comes in, the jump to attention, and rip off their jackets to reveal shirts that say “i heart ts.” it’s a throwback to when tom hiddleston wore a shirt with the same message on the fourth of july in 2016, and everyone said that she had forced him to wear it. it’s the same thing as before with the squad - the world decided that she had forced all these people to love her, not that they actually did.

14. the fight for glory

every time you pause this video, you come across a different taylor. squirrel pajamas wanegbt taylor, 2015 bbma’s taylor, 2014 acm’s taylor, wanegbt red tour taylor, 2016 new years rockin’ eve taylor, sparkly guitar fearless tour taylor, bleachella taylor, ballerina shake it off taylor, 2016 vma’s taylor… the list goes on and on. here, you can see them all fighting and clawing, trying to stand on top. it reminds me of “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me,” and the parallels between long live and new romantics in that line alone. all those times, she thought she’d made it to a point in her career where she could be respected as much as other artists in her tier, only to harshly realize she was going to get her name ran through the mud for doing the same thing as everyone else. the fight for glory is steep, and unfair.

15. junior jewels

looks familiar right? not quite! it is the same theme of the shirt, but look closely at the signatures - they’re signatures of actual people this time around. names like ed, selena, este, lena, blake, and ryan, among others, can be seen on her shirt, representing the true friends that stuck with her through her reputation being bashed.

16. “SHUT UP!”

here, all the different versions of taylor are repeating things that the media or other celebrities had said about her, until finally 2009 vma’s taylor repeated the same thing that 2017 taylor said in an instagram post - “i’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative.” the entire time, you can hear camera shutters going off and people chatting, presumably the rest of the world watching as she got torn apart. when vma’s taylor makes this final statement, all the other taylor’s, as well as what sounds to be an entire off-screen crowd, yell “SHUT UP” before the screen goes black. this is a powerful image, and it’s supposed to be. all the times she suffered, and people told her that she was overreacting, faking it, or doing it for publicity. if you feel remorse for seeing young taylor getting yelled at, or sorrow for the taylors falling when she said “because she’s dead,” you’re doing it right. 

nothing in this video was an accident.

if you’re angry at taylor for this video exposing things you said about her, or you’re repeating any of the words the versions of herself said at the end, you’re proving her point. her reputation was destroyed because people made a sport of making fun of her. and now, as taylor said, there will be no explanation, just reputation. 

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Ring Once

Story by reddit user Pippinacious

I’d never been good in storms, but I was even worse in hospitals, so when the choice came to go visit Nana, my ma’s mother, or stay home and brave the thunder and lightning on my own, I only hesitated for a moment before making my decision.

“You sure you don’t want to come, Hannah?” Ma asked, hovering uncertainly in the doorway leading to the garage.

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Nothing More [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 8.7k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

Nothing More Masterlist

Originally posted by katherine8595

Having a secret for so long that suddenly becomes public was uncomfortable and dread inducing. A part of you you’d kept locked away from prying eyes for years had not only been thrown into the spotlight, but shown to the one person you hadn’t wanted to see it. You felt naked, you hadn’t been ready to let the world know you were completely in love with Byun Baekhyun, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. The weight of keeping it hidden was gone off your shoulders but they still remained sagged from the pain in your chest.

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Recap time! A few things happened on social medias these past few days with some of the Camren story protagonists, which ends up being this big confusing hilarious mess that I tried to figure out 😂

Disclaimer : I’ve checked all the posts myself, they all happened. And any opinion or theory I share in this post is completely personal.

First stop we have Alexa! One of Lauren’s best friend who liked one of Camila’s pics a couple days ago - it already happened before, which suggest that even though it seems like Camila and Lauren aren’t in good terms, they actually are - or Alexa is not a very loyal friend.

Then enters Lucy! Supposedly Lauren’s ex girlfriend or at the very least Lauren’s ex best friend, who also liked one of Camila’s pictures. Now we all pretty much know that Lucy and Lauren aren’t on the best terms right now - Lucy made it pretty clear by liking a few comments concerning Lauren. So that could be your classic “I’m pissed at you so I’m gonna like your ex girlfriend’s picture” move. Lucy already liked a couple of Camila’s picture in the past couple of months.

Next we have Lauren! Who liked a somehow confusing tweet who could either reference Camila or her “relationship” with Ty. 

Next stop we have Camila! Who liked one of Ty’s ig post. The post in itself is really weird - it’s for his new music video and the first few shots are of a hot girl coming out of a car (not Lauren) and then it’s him shaking hands with other rappers, and his caption of the post is “❤️ 😍 😘” - not sure if those emojis are for the girl or the rappers but it’s weird 😂  Anyhoo, Camila liked, and I get that it can be confusing, I was confused, I was like “what are you doing mija?” but then I thought about it for a sec and it actually makes a lot of sense, but I’ll get back to that in the conclusion of the post.

And next is Ty posting a Tyren pic dun dun dun! Well we’ve been waiting on that one for a while. A real Tyren pic, where you can actually see their faces and in which they actually look like a couple.

I’ll give you my thoughts on that in a sec

Whoops, how did that Laucy pic get in there? Wasn’t me I swear! 

Coming up next is…. Captain Dinah Jane! Who liked and commented on the Tyren pic ! She also commented with seven black hearts, yes black hearts - seriously who comments on a happy couply pic with black hearts? I’m sure some will say that it’s because the pic is in black and white, but I’m not convinced by that.

Also some of you will tell me “Don’t call her Captain! She’s not captain anymore!” well, isn’t she though? 😏

And finally here comes out last act, which I only discovered this morning, Alessandro! Well technically not him directly, but the GUESS photographer who posted, I realize we don’t have a shit name for them, Camilandro? Camissandro? Alemila? pics, and captioning them “love birds” with also a black heart! What’s up with that?

Alright! Now I’m gonna give you my personal opinion, my theory, on what I think of all of this, and why it didn’t make my Camren heart waver for even a second.

Remember before anything else that 5H and Camila are still under the same label and that their p.r are very certainly working together.

As we all know, we are right now in quite a bit of a promotional time, with 5H announcing the release of their new album , Camila releasing Havana and OMG plus her GUESS and L’Oréal campaigns, and also Ty releasing a new music video. It’s the perfect time for their p.r teams to work their magic. 

Now, there’s nothing better than a little romance to attract the people! Making Tyren official at this particular moment assures them extra promotion. Because believe it or not, a lot of people are stupid enough to tell themselves “Oh Lauren is dating Ty! Wonder what is music is like? Maybe he’s gonna talk about Lauren in his new album! I gotta listen to that!” or “Oh Ty is dating Lauren! She’s hot, actually all the girls in 5H are hot! Oh they have an album coming out! Maybe Lauren wrote about Ty in it! I gotta listen to that!” - it’s idiotic but it’s true! And I’m no better tbh, even if Camila’s album was the worst album in the world (would never happen cause she’s a legend) I would still listen the shit out of it just for Camren, because “Maybe Camila wrote about Lauren in it! I gotta listen to that!” (she definitely did 🌚)

It’s a very simple strategy. Some of you will tell me “why haven’t they use it before for Down for example” - well Down wasn’t promoted at all and you don’t waste a p.r relationship on a unpromoted song. Making them official now will also earn them a few headlines, get them in the medias right before the album release. I’m betting that we’re gonna see more and more of Tyren in the next few weeks.

Now, how does Camila come into this? And why would she like a Ty pic?  Well just like always, you needs to shut those Camren shippers up! They pick up on everything don’t they?! Surely they’ll pick up on that! They just need one like, and that’s easily negotiated between p.r teams. The fact that the Tyren pic is in the exact position as the Laucy pic is just bonus for us, I mean sometimes I feel like they’re just giving us material 😂

Also having Dinah Jane, the captain, Camila’s best friend (yes, present time), like and comment on the pic is supposed to be the final nail in the Camren coffin. But we all remember that Dinah has already been an accessory in the p.r game back in Dorito Boy days, and I’m sure this time is no different. It’s also my very personal opinion that those black hearts aren’t a coincidence and that maybe Dinah is trying to slip us a little message, but that belongs in the higher delulu level.

And then we have Camilandro? Camissandro? Alemila? who couldn’t be more obvious if they wanted to. That’s your classic campaign promo p.r move - they’re in a hot photoshoot together, they’re close enough in it to make people fantasize about a possible relationship, which then will make people look closer at each of them, which will start speculations, then maybe the medias will get to it, which then will beneficiate the campaign and Camila’s career and straight image and blah blah blah…

So in conclusion, all of this happening at the same time during a very promotional period makes me strongly believe that most of it is bullshit. You may think that I’m trying to find excuses and what not, and that I’m just completely delulu, but tbh I don’t care. All of this is just too weird and well organized to be simply the work of fate. 

All The Times You Slept In Bucky's Bed

Summary: In which you’re tired (literally and figuratively) of Bucky waking you up every night with his nightmares so you take matters into your own hands.

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4,004

A/N: First reader insert fic that I decided to do for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I had prompt 18 “God, I am too tired for this.”- I’m addicted to reader insert fics now. Expect more in the future.

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The first time you slept in Bucky’s bed you had gone three days without much sleep. Your bedroom was right next to his so every noise he made woke you up. It just so happened his consistent nightmares caused him to yell and moan in his sleep which in turn woke you up.

You groaned, head pounding as rest was stolen from you and rolled over. Your eyes found the bright red glow of the alarm clock. You allowed for your eyes to adjust before reading the numbers and groaned once more. 2:36am

You sat up, head aching with the motion, limbs protesting as the desire to remain in bed was overwhelming. You stared longly at your pillow contemplating if you should just give in and go back to sleep and deal with Bucky tomorrow when another cry tore through the air.

“Oh for fucks sakes,” you muttered standing up.

You left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s doorway. You knocked, three short raps, before opening it.

“Bucky it’s me.”

He didn’t hear you though, oblivious to the world as he thrashed around the bed. His eyes were screwed up tight, his expression the pinnacle of pain. His hands were clutched in his sheets, twist and tearing the fabric with the strength of his grip.

You cautiously walked over to him, aware he was the Winter Soldier and he might lash out in a moment of disarray. You grabbed his shoulders and shook.

“Bucky wake up.” He didn’t seem to hear you, his whimpering echoing in the room.

You shook him harder and spoke louder. “Bucky wake up!”

He gasped his eyes flying open, the gray hues flying wildly around the room until they stopped on your face. It was like he couldn’t see you and was staring through you. His eyes focused and with it came a ripple of confusion followed by the dawn of realization.

“Y/N s-sorry. Did I wake you?” You never heard him speak with such dubiety before, as if he was uncertain of himself. You breathed in heavily, your ire of interrupted sleep fading. This was not the Bucky you saw during the daytime. That Bucky was somebody who carried himself with a sense of pridefulness and attitude.

This Bucky was a broken and scared man. This was the man who had been tortured by Hydra into becoming a shell. An empty shell for them to forge and utilization. Even tho his form was huge; laying in bed coated in perspiration, his eyes wide and afraid, his limbs trembling, he looked like a small and feeble child.

You let out a breath and motioned at him with your hands. “Scoot over.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m getting in bed with you,” You said simply. His eyes widened almost comically and he started sputtering. Definitely not the Bucky you knew during the daytime.
He made no movement though, so you huffed impatiently, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if in a silent appeal, “God, I am too tired for this.

You climbed into his bed and begin nudging him over. Eventually, he got the hint and scooted, allowing you enough room to lay down beside him and throw your arms over his chest.

“What are you-”

You cut him off, shushing him as your fingers found his temple and began a slight massage, “My Ma used to do this for me when I had nightmares. Just relax and go back to sleep.”

It took awhile for his tense body to start to slacken under you and before long his snores are echoing around the room. You let your hands fall and began to stand up from the bed when his body jerked and he let out a sharp hiss. Already the nightmares are starting up once more for him.

You sank back down on the bed and threw your arms around him. In turn, His arms unconsciously came around you too, gripping you tight as if you’re the anchor to the real world that he desperately needed. The whimpering and shivering ceased again and you realized he’s not going to last long unless he’s holding onto something.

Too tired to care you shifted your position to a more comfortable one and closed your eyes. Sleep cane quick and easy to you laying in Bucky’s arms and if you weren’t so exhausted you might have wondered why. But instead, you drifted and slept well into the next day, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms.
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The second time you sleep in Bucky’s bed it was the next night. You were up late in your room, filling out paperwork that you had been neglecting for Fury and his nagging was reaching the annoying stage so you sat down in your room at 3pm and kept working well past sunset.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the first strained cry coming from the room next to you. You froze, cocking your head to the side to hear better almost convinced that maybe you just imagined it.

But no; he cried out again and you sighed. You stood, cracking your back in the process, and make your way to his room.

Bucky thrashed around violently this time, a stark contrast from last night. You hesitated, unsure on how exactly to approach him without getting hit or kicked from his flailing limbs. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out, you threw caution to the wind and advanced forward.

“Bucky,” you called out but he didn’t hear. His face contorted in agony and a scream made his way up from his throat; muffled only by his clenched teeth. You stepped forward and called out to him louder this time but just like the night before he didn’t hear you.

‘He’s going to hurt himself,’ you thought and stepped up to the edge of his bed. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on one knee and grabbed his shoulder

“Bucky wake up,” you said, your voice louder than normal as you shook him.

Unlike last night he doesn’t wake up gently. This time he sprung forward, grabbed you, and threw you onto the bed; trapping you beneath him. One hand found itself wrapped around your neck squeezing but not too tightly that you couldn’t breathe. The other hand is pinning both of your wrists above your head.

You let out a shaky breath, “Bucky it’s Y/N.”

You were calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart hammered against your rib cage at a mile a minute. Your brain was a tornado of thoughts, mapping out ways for you to get out of this should the need arise.

He stared at you, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes didn’t register your existence again just like the night before. He’s still trapped in his nightmare and his brain hasn’t caught up with his consciousness yet. Slowly though the dullness around his pupils ceases and awareness trickles forth as reality settles in.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his grip slacked on your neck and wrist.

“Good morning sunshine,” you grinned, hiding the fact that you were unnerved by his aggression. You slipped your hands from under his and cupped them together, rubbing where he held them in an effort to return the feeling to your extremities.

He jumped off of you, almost like a violent flinch. “Oh God Y/N I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand and sat up. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt me.”

He stared at you in disbelief, raking his eyes over your body as if he didn’t trust you and you were hiding some debilitating injury he caused.

You ignored him instead and moved over on the bed to give him enough room to lay down. You patted the bed and grinned at him. He gave you a dubious look and you patted again, firmer this time, encouraging him to join you. Still looking uncertain and a bit confused, he slid under the covers next to you.

You laid down next to him and repeated what you did last night. It took him a little longer than the previous time for your ministrations to relax him and put him to sleep. No doubt he was unnerved by his attack on you.

But soon his frame relaxes and his breath deepens as sleep overcomes him. This time you don’t bother to get out of the bed, instead opting to roll over and fall asleep next to him.
_____


The third time you slept in Bucky’s bed he invited you to.

You raised a delicate eyebrow as he corned you the next night, moving you away from the ears and eyes of everyone else.

His face was flushed a bright red extending down his neck judging by the hue you saw when he pulled at his collar. He wrung his hands together and looked everywhere but you.

“You uh… the past few nights… in my bed,” He tripped over his words, awkwardness filling the every being in his body, which amused you because he reminds you of a pubescent boy attempting to talk to a girl for the first time and not the super soldier trained assassin.

You wondered if he was going to ask you why. Did he think you were in love with him? Was he in love with you and the bed-sharing was sending him mixed signals? Was he not and it was upsetting?

He was still stumbling over his words- God he sounded like Steve- and you were growing impatient wanting him to get to the point.

“Barnes,” you said firmly and he finally stopped long enough to look at you.

“Can you sleep with me again tonight,” he blurted out, his face turning a deeper shade of red, “Because when you’re sleeping next to me for some reason I don’t have any nightmares. It’s just that I swear, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I just feel it would mutually beneficial because neither of us is getting any sleep since my nightmares wake you up and this seems to help. Nothing sexual, I promise. Not that you aren’t attractive enough because you are an incredibly gorgeous-”

“Okay,” you calmly cut off his rambling.

“-Woman… what?” He looked shocked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Okay,” you repeated.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

He breathes out a breath of air and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Alright good. Thank you. For this. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I can get you some food? What do you like? Pizza? Ice cream? Or would you prefer something more practical like clothes or gun or-”

“Barnes.” You cut him off again.

He chuckles awkwardly, “Right going now.”

He walked past you and joined Steve and Sam at the other side of the room. You followed his every movement, pondering on why you’ve seen a different side of Bucky three times now. This fills your head with unanswered questions.

Maybe he is in love with you. Maybe you just saw him at his most vulnerable and he is not used to that so you tripped him up. Maybe the Bucky you see daily is a mask to hide the fragile mess Hydra left him in. Maybe it’s all of the above or not at all.

You’re burning with questions but the answers don’t matter.

And so that night you crawled into Bucky’s bed before the nightmares have even begun and position yourself next to his body letting sleep wash over you.
_____

It’s been several weeks since you started sleeping in Bucky’s bed, so on the 27th night, you find yourself walking into his room after a mission automatically. Your joints are aching and you’re pretty sure your body is one big massive bruise.

You’re dead on your feet and all you want to do is sleep. You peel off your clothes, shedding all but your shirt and panties before climbing into his bed.

You don’t even consider the implications of sleeping in your underwear next to a man. But Bucky does and that night he doesn’t sleep his eyes glued to your dips and curves.

Every sigh you make sends a pool of want and need to his lower abdomen. And so he spends the entire night awake fighting an internal battle within himself.

When the first signs of light protrude over the horizon he practically sprints out of bed and spends the rest of the day in the gym working off his frustrations.
____

The 28th time you sleep in Bucky’s bed he’s getting back at you for what you put him through. You had realized of course when you woke up and saw you weren’t wearing pants. You felt bad for the guy but in your defense, you barely knew how to say your name let alone the implication of sleeping in the bed with a man in nothing but your panties. (And a little part of you wonders why it was so automatic to do that)

Still, that night you make sure to wear appropriate attire but it seems Bucky is not ready to forgive you. He’s dressed in only his boxers and nothing else.

You gulp, eyes roaming all over his body. He smirked when he noticed this before patting the bed next to him. “What’s a matter, doll?”

He’s teasing you and you know it. Your breath shuddered as you carefully climbed in next to him and laid down far enough apart that he can’t touch you but close enough that you feel his body heat.

That didn’t seem to be the end of it tho because he turned onto his side and slung his arm over your body.

His fingers brushed against the exposed skin above your pant line, sending a jolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Your senses burst into overdrive and suddenly you’re aware of Bucky.

How his body molds perfectly to yours. The heat radiating off his skin. His breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on edge.

Everything in you screamed to take him then and there, but you will your breath to even out and your heart to stop slamming in your chest.

Even still, that night you don’t get any sleep.
____

The next night you both called a truce and slept in shirts and shorts and as far away from each other as possible. Still, the sexual tension remains and it bleeds out of the bedroom and into daily life.

When you’re on missions, training, or even just relaxing the want and need is thick in the air between you two. So much so that the others have started a betting pool to see how long you’ll last. (You pretended not to notice how they conveniently leave an empty space next to him at the dinner table for you to sit that. Or how they’re all suddenly too busy to go on missions with him and volunteer you to go instead.)

It isn’t until the 76th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that anything happens. That night Tony had hosted a gala and after one too many drinks you found yourself dancing with Bucky and neither of you can keep your hands off each other.
By the time you leave the gala the want and need in your lower abdomen has grown so considerably you barely make it to the elevator before you crashed your lips into him.

He gripped your thighs and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The elevator opened and he carried you to his room not breaking the feverish kiss between you two.

You made it to his room before he slammed you against his door and attacked your neck. Hands are roaming everywhere between you two. One of his slipped passed the slit in your dress and found itself rubbing your underwear making you moan.

“You’re fucking soak,” he growled.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” you confessed and rolled your hips against him. He growled again from the stimulation and carried you to the bed.
Both of your clothes are off before you even know what’s going on and he’s trailing a path of kisses from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, past your navel, and to your thigh.

You gasped feeling his mouth attack the bundle of nerves you desperately wanted him to touch. Your body is like fire, burning with desire. Your hands fly to his hair when he sticks in two digits and curls them.

“God- fuck,” you can’t even find the words to say. The heat grows in your lower abdomen and with a cry you’re falling over the edge.

When you come down you find him kissing you again, whispering praises to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist again and grind against him, the feeling of longing and want throbbing in your lower abdomen.

“Please Bucky,” you whisper to him and with a kiss, he enters you.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like all your senses have been dialed to a thousand. It’s like a supernova exploding in your mind. You’ve had sex before but this is different.

A part of your brain whispers to you wondering why.

But it silences as you feel the heat growing again and you cum with a cry. Bucky follows shortly after, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers entwined with yours too.

He rolled off and cleaned you off, before settling down next to you. This time you’re both wrapped in each other’s arms and you fall asleep, feeling his lips pressing against the top of your head.
____

The next morning your brain asks why again while you’re watching him make breakfast (and ignoring the exchanging of money between hands from the rest of the group).

It hits you like a train. You’re in love with him. It’s obvious now that you think about it and you wondered why you never saw it before.

But you keep it to yourself.

Until the 149th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed. He’s injured on a mission and in the med bay and you refused to leave his side. Instead of going back to his room, you climb into the hospital bed next to him and wrap your arms around him.

“What are you doing, the bed would be more comfortable,” he asks.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you answer.

“Why,” he chuckles.

You hide your face into his neck. “Because I love you, you idiot.”

Silence.

And then. “Look at me.”

You shake your head.

“Look at me, doll. Please, Y/N,” he pleads.

You hesitate before lifting your head to look at him. Your heart nearly stops at the look of pure happiness and adoration on his face. It takes your breath away.

“You love me?” He whispers, stunned as if he can’t believe it.

You nod your head. “I realized it the night of Tony’s gala.”

“That was so long ago!”

You frown and feel heat creep up to your face. “I… uh didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Y/N, I love you too,” he says. You let out a breath, feeling tears of happiness spring forth before you crush your lips to his. You want to ask him how long and when did he realize but you’re interrupted by Dr. Cho coming into the room and yelling at you for making out with her patient.
____

It isn’t until the 365th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that you finally have your answer.

He wakes you up at midnight kissing your shoulders and nudging you with his nose.

“Wake up doll,” he whispers against your skin.

“Mmm Bucky what time is it,” you yawn.

“It’s midnight.”

“Why are you waking me up at midnight?”

He straddles your back and lays down, engulfing you in warm. “Because I couldn’t wait to wish you a Happy Anniversary.”

This catches you by surprise and causes you to laugh. “Bucky it’s not our Anniversary.”

“Yes it is, wanna know why?”

“Hmm” you ask closing your eyes again.

“Because a year ago today I was woken up from a nightmare by this girl who I thought was an angel at first. She was so beautiful. And then she crawled in bed with me and I was absolutely positive I had died right there and this was heaven. Right then and there was the moment I knew I was I love with you.” He shifts his body and brings his hand up to your face.

“At that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes shoot open and in front of your face in his hand is a ring. Your eyes are wide as if hardly daring to believe. Your brain has ceased to work, too stunned to remember how to breathe.

You pivot your body and sit up, “Oh my god Bucky.”

The tears start to flow from your face as what can only be described as pure joy is bursting through you.

You manage to nod your head and choke out a small “yes” before he’s holding you and kissing you.

The ring is slipped on your finger and suddenly you picked up and spun around both of you shouting in happiness. The draws the attention of everyone else who bursts in through your door.

“What’s with all the noise,” Steve asks.


You can’t even manage the words and Bucky isn’t paying them any attention, looking at you in his arms. Instead of saying it you hold up your hand with the ring on it.

A beat.

“Oh my god Y/N!” It’s Natasha that’s first to react and she’s hugging both of you. The rest of the others follow suit congratulating both of you. Champagne is brought out and you’re all celebrating your engagement.

That night nobody gets any sleep.
___

The 730th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed, it becomes your bed too.
___
The 1,647th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed is the first night you awake without him there.

Your heart clenches in agony and you sit up, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Your chest is heavy with brokenness and simultaneously you feel hollow and alone.

Your hand finds the spot on the bed where Bucky’s body is supposed to be but it’s empty and cold. He hasn’t been there in a while.

You get out of bed and make your way next door to your old room which you haven’t used in a while. When you open the door your heart stops hammering upon seeing Bucky in the far end of the room.

You moved to him promptly and when you reached him, you put your arms around his chest and laid your head on his back.

His hand came up and cupped yours. “Everything okay doll?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare about you,” you muttered against his back.

“What about?”

“I don’t remember now,” you stated, the fear of the nightmare alleviating as you took in Bucky’s scent and warmth and touch.

“What are you doing in here baby,” you ask. He shifts and turns around and kisses your forehead.

“Daydreaming.” He answers.

“About what,” returning one of his kisses. He moves down your chin and neck.

“The future,” he says kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly. “With you and our baby.”

“You’re daydreaming in the nursery when you could be dreaming in bed,” you chuckled. Your hands thread through his hair and he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Come back to bed baby. We won’t get a full night sleep ever again for the next 18 years. We should relish in it now,” you say and he laughs, following you back to his bedroom.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

Lust & Errors 05

Rated: M

Warning: Excessive graphic smut, age gap, recreational drug use, angst, slight dub-con.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: well, well, well…. look what the fuck it is. lol this was over 25k but i removed an entire scene because it completely threw off the flow and i wasn’t happy with it but here’s 19k anyways :))))

Words: 19.7k

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Seven twenty-three.

The clock taunted you, reminding you that this god foresaken party had hours left to go.

Amongst all of the sharp-dressed men and elegant women, you were the only young person in the vincity, no one being under the age of thirty five. It was awkward and boring because you literally had no one to talk to, on a casual-level that was.

Jimin would usually come to the parties just to save you from dying of bordem, but he had other plans tonight. Like almost every teenager on a Friday night, save for your stupid self.

Slowly, you made your way to the staircase and looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying any attention to you so they wouldn’t call out or question your departure. After failing to notice anyone paying attention, you sneakily made your way up the stairs - to your freedom.

On the way up, you couldn’t help but to feel like you were being watched, eyes trained on your back, but you figured it was just paranoia and continued upwards with quick steps.

Tonight your father was hosting one of the parties for his work, which at one point in time used to be glamarous in your eyes. Back when your mother was still alive, you looked forward to the parties because you and her always went shopping for new dresses and got your hair done, pampered yourselves for the special occasion.

Now, they were simply boring and quite honestly inconvenient.

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I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff


“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM”
The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“TURN IT OFF”
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS”
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!”
“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

Note: Cat!Hybrid Yoongi 💕 😼 You can read the first part HERE and the second part HERE. Thank you for being so patient with me posting all those tiny spoilers ages ago which weren’t really spoilers but just me getting ideas out. POV shifting, clichés, and ridiculous, unrealistic word porn ahoy. I’m guilty of doing that thing where I neglect exposition in favor of smut because I’m tired and this has been SITTING in a drafted state since literally 2016 while it’s fkcinf August 2017. Also I typed this 99% on mobile so I’ll edit formatting later. 

The specialiest thanks to @joondaily and @94hixtape for reading through everything and giving me amazing feedback. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut, hybrid au
Warnings: graphic sexual content (fantasizing, masturbation, oral, penetrative - dear lord holy hell), hybrid smut
Word Count: 10k (over ten thousand fucking words) 
Rating: X, for eXtra graphic (MA/NC-17) 

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Yoongi doesn’t get to finish his sentence or his thought because you tilt your head up to lick at the thin stream of milk that runs down his neck. Your tongue meets the soft skin covering his adams apple, and you move up towards his chin. You have officially lost your goddamn mind.

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Bruise [ V ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.4k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by chanssoo

Bathes were supposed to be relaxing, everyone always said that they would be soothing to your aching muscles and wash away your problems. The water was warm against your freezing skin, the bubbles up to your chin and jostling whenever you moved your legs. The air was faintly filled with the sounds of cars driving by on the streets down below, the tires splashing in the puddles of leftover rain. The room was dimly illuminated, your wet hand glistening on the edge of the tub when the candle on the sink flickered patches of light onto your arm, giving it life when it felt so dull. Everything smelled like oranges and vanilla, your skin, your hair, even the bubbles threatening to spill over the edge of the porcelain. It all seemed relaxing, in theory. It was supposed to feel nice and like a reward after a long day, but in reality it was making you want to rip your hair from your scalp.

Because in the silent solitude all you could think about was Chanyeol.

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signs as dumb YA novel clichés

Aries: The Chosen One~ “This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. When I turned 18, I wasn’t expecting to be thrust into the Underworld. I was gonna go to college, be a normal student and rush Sigma Phi Chiapet my sophomore year. But everything is different now. The prophecy has spoken and I’m going to go through a training montage and become really badass really quickly even though I was against being the chosen one in the first place but now I have a black belt after a month of punching bags of sand and now I’m ready to save the world. And guess what. At the end of the book…………. I save the world.”

Taurus: The “you don’t know think you’re beautiful until a boy tells you so / not like the other girls” average looking protagonist~ “Hi. My name is Tookiewisp Flowerspark. I’ve got mousy brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m tall and thin and I don’t have boobs yet. I love to wear my worn out high top converse and skinny jeans. Maybe if I wore a dress, boys my age would notice me. But to be honest, I’m just not into girly stuff like most other girls are. You could say I’m different.”

Gemini: Crush throughout the entire novel turns out to be an asshole~ “He’d never notice a girl like me. He doesn’t even know my name!’ *sudden makeover transformation where she takes her hair out of a ponytail and takes off her glasses* Boy: ‘Wow, Winteria Snow. I never realized how pretty you were until you put on makeup and put in some contacts. Will you be my girlfriend?’”

Cancer: Instant love~ “That’s when a saw her, walking down the street. She was coming my way. Her hair blew in the wind like a majestic mane of gold. The way she walked made my heart skip a beat. I started sweating and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. I stared at her as she walked past and I tried to say hello, but my words came out in a jumble. She gave me a weird look and walked away. It was at that moment that I knew I had fallen in love and found my soulmate. Also, by the end of this book she falls in love with me even though I basically obsessively stalk her throughout the entire novel and have no redeeming qualities.”

Leo: The Queen Bee~ “That’s Brooke Richardsworth. She’s the coolest, most popular girl in school. She’s got long, straight blonde hair and wears pink skirts, pink cardigans and pink headbands. Those are her two slightly less attractive friends, Chelsea and Paige. Brooke is also dating my crush. We used to be friends, but ever since I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on her back in the third grade, she’s done everything she can to make my life miserable.”

Virgo: Problematic parents~ “My parents recently got divorced, so now on the weekends I hang out with my dad, and during the week I hang out with my mom. It gets pretty tiring going back and forth after a while, but every other Saturday my dad (who is also a professor at a university) takes me camping and we roast hotdogs over a campfire which really makes up for it. Recently though, he’s been hanging around a new young blonde woman named Tamara Blake. He’s been spending all of his time with her. We haven’t even gone camping since they met!”

Libra: The improbable love triangle~ “What am I going to do? I have two boys who just got into a fight at school because they both are in love with me, average annoying weird superiority complex girl. On one hand, there’s Jackson- the brooding bad boy who wears leather jackets and rides motorcycles and treats me like garbage when he’s in a grumpy mood. Then on the other hand, there’s Theodore- the quiet sensitive one who reads books and drinks tea and I always catch him watching me from behind a bookshelf in the library! This is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life. I HAVE to choose one of them. But… who?”

Scorpio: The dystopian society~ “Hi, I’m Bland McBore. In our society, the rich and the poor are divided into two groups and all the rich people are evil and live in a city where there are floating vehicles and all the buildings are white marble and/or chrome, and all the poor people live in mud huts and have to eat bugs and also everything is a weird shade of gray to represent sadness or something. I am going to start a revolution and overthrow the government with the help of my two best friends and once we start to cause trouble with our rebellion, the leader who is probably an old white guy with a pointed beard will offer us riches that we originally fought against in the beginning but don’t worry we will heroically reject them and fight for equality and won’t stop until society is no longer divided. Also people will definitely die but it will all only be people we are conveniently close to. Me and my two best friends get to live until the very end because we move the plot forward.”

Sagittarius: Protagonist just moved to a new school~ “My dad got a new job so we had to move across the country. I’m really shy and quiet and dorky so I know that my first day is going to be horrible. The teacher will make me stand up at the front of the class and then I’ll cry because I’ll be thinking about my life in my old town. Then as I sit back down at my desk, the teacher will keep on teaching instead of addressing that one of her students is visibly upset and crying. Then, the boy behind me will tap on my shoulder and introduce himself- this boy will be the guy I keep as my friend until the end of the novel where, plot twist, he ends up being my perfect match all along.”

Capricorn: The Intellectual~ “My favorite past time is to go to this tree up on a hill where my mom is buried that is also conveniently in the middle of the woods but also within a short walking distance from my house. I go there and I just think. Not of a lot of kids from school do that these days. Everyone is so obsessed with the latest gossip or the latest trend that it seems like everyone forgot how to, well, think. Sometimes I wish I was like them. I wish I could turn off my brain and mindlessly walk around without a care in the world. But I can’t because I’m different and smarter than everyone else and I also like to read and I love the smell of old books and reading and did I mention that I also love to read.”

Aquarius: Really weird “quirky” names~ “Hi, I’m Ingridagelica Applewindbalmkettlefish and this is my story. I know, I know, my name is pretty strange. My parents picked it because they said that when I was born they knew I was going to grow up and do something really great and unique and they also said that it means “not like the other girls” when spoken in Latin.” 

Pisces: The “nice guy” guy friend who turns out to be The One all along~ “I just can’t believe my crush won’t notice me! Tell me Carter, what am I doing wrong?” “Nothing, Skylightquia. If it’s worth anything, I think you’re pretty…. uh, pretty awesome, I mean.” *Skylightquia sighs and looks up at the stars from the rooftop they got onto somefuckinghow* “The stars are really beautiful, aren’t they?” *Carter looks at her meaningfully* “Yeah they are”

dissonance [1]

summary: The King of Death finds he can also control life. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader

warnings: none that I can think of

note: Surprise, motherfuckers. This is kind of short [and kind of bad], just a few words shy of 1K. They’ll get longer as the story progresses, but I hope you guys like this. H’s book work isn’t included in this chapter, but he will be featured in some other things, and he did help me write/edit some of this. Let me know what you guys think. Feedback is always appreciated!

PROLOGUE

Originally posted by flyngdream

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Feelings

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse 

Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-

I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.


ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao


*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*



[Reader’s POV]


“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.


   You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.


   Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.


   Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.


“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.

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dating CEO!sebastian...

  • okay ceo!seb would be the most hard working individual you’d ever met 
  • going from almost nothing to everything 
    • the man owns like three different homes in Manhattan and has multiple vacation homes in Europe 
    • and a 20 car garage no doubt
  • he’s always used to getting his way so when you interviewed for his secretary position you told him you don’t deal with bullshit 
  • unsurprisingly you didn’t get the job 
  • but what did surprise you was getting a phone call from Sebastian later that day 
    • “I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner with me?” all confident and suave 
    • “isn’t that a little unprofessional, Mr. Stan?” but there was so much sass in your voice he couldn’t resist (and neither could you let’s be real)
  • he’d take you out to this super fancy 7 star restaurant, being a complete  gentleman the entire time 
  • you were the first woman he’d taken out on a date that didn’t ask about his wealth 
  • you didn’t even think twice about paying for your half of the bill 
  • he was so awestruck when you did 
    • “can’t let you have all the control,” with a wink that would make his heart stop a beat as he stared at you with heart eyes
  •  you’d take it slow with him knowing it was risky to get involved with a man like him (you’ve heard things about his reputation) 
  • slowly but surely you’d be spending more and more time with each other
  • and it wouldn’t even be expensive dates 
    • just drive in theatres while you two pigged out with junk food 
    • although it’d be a little obvious as you two sat in the back of Sebastian’s giant Cadillac Escalade
  • that night was the first time you saw Seb dressed down 
    • grey sweatpants and a white tshirt 
    • you barely recognised him 
    • but oh boy did he look good 
  • making out in the back of the Escalade before one of his meetings very obviously leaving him with messy hair and an unbuttoned collar 
  • him being all flustered and ansty the entire meeting, not paying attention to anything anyone is saying 
    • bouncing his leg up and down and rubbing his palms over his thighs
  • he just wants to leave and be with you 
  • he finally realises he’s the boss and can just call the meeting over 
  • so he does 
  • and races out of his building, hops in his car and races down to his penthouse where you’re staying 
  • you’re not expecting him to be home for another hour so you’re just starting to work on dinner 
  • his chest is heaving from running up the stairs, lust filled eyes staring you down as he licks his bottom lip, smirking 
    • come here, princess” 
  • you’re dinner tbh
  • sex in the kitchen 
    • just taking you over the counter, you riding him on his expensive leather dining chairs, etc
  • post sex shower and there’s nothing dirty about it 
    • just soft relaxing touches as he washes your hair 
    • massaging your shoulders
    • wrapping you in the fluffiest towel after before dressing you in his sweatpants and shirt
  • “you look beautiful, darling,”
  • helping through stressful and hard times or when he’s had a bad day at work 
  • you’d know he’d have a troubling day when he acts nonchalant about the question of how was your day since he always shares everything 
  • you don’t pry though, you just give him a look that tells him you’re there for him 
    • he caves at the end of the night, crawling into bed and letting you hold him 
    • he just vents about everything and anything 
    • carding your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep 
  • him taking you to all his events
  • and always buying you a new (expensive) dress
    • “only the best for my girl”
  • he gets jealous when he sees one of his business partners making you laugh
  • so he straightens up, grabs two glasses of champagne and waltz over to you
  • hands you the glass of champagne and kisses of passionately before whisking you away 
    • “sebastian are you jealous?”
    • “what, no never, I’m not jealous,” with a nervous chuckle 
    • “you know I’m yours and no one else’s” 
    • ^^ those words calm him so much more than you can ever imagine 
  • he’s so used to girls just using him for the money 
  • and he knows you’re not like that but it gets difficult when he tries to spoil you a little 
  • but it’s never “””a little”””
    • “sebastian this is a whole car”
    • “SURPRISE” 
  • oh my god he’s so cute when waiting for you to finish getting ready for anything 
  • like he’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed, arms on his thigh, head resting on his palm as he’s staring the door down 
  • the second you come out he’ll jump to his feet 
    • “wow you’re so pretty baby,” effectively making him blush
  • it’s a highkey turn on to see him in his nicest suit as he’s concentrating on whatever needs his attention 
  • you’ll be resting in his office as he finishes up some paper work but you’re getting bored (and horny)
  • so you’re obviously gonna crawl onto his lap, something he welcomes every time 
  • grinding your hips onto his crotch and soon enough you’re riding his thigh in front of the floor to ceiling windows for all of Manhattan to see 
  • office sex but he doesn’t close the blinds 
  • leaving his office all flustered and it’s really obvious what just happened but he has the biggest smile on his face 
  • SKI VACATIONS TO THE FRENCH ALPS 
    • he still isn’t a good skier though 
    • and if he’s going down, you’re going down with him 
    • needless to say your bum feels quite bruised from sebastian pulling you down with him
  • sex in front of the fire place of the suite 
  • when it’s time for you both to move in together sebastian obviously wants to spoil the everliving fuck out of you 
  • but you reason with him to get a reasonably priced apartment 
  • because in reality do the two of you really need 13 bed and 7 bath????
  • him making you breakfast but burning it 
    • “let’s just go to a nice cafe instead,” and he agrees immediately 
  • wowowow he would just treat you so damn well 

Tough Love

No one knew Eddie Kaspbrak better than himself. Even his closest friends didn’t know who he really was, who he wanted to be, who he wished he could be. But then Richie Tozier came along, with his wild hair, passion for film making, and annoying talent of making Eddie’s heart beat faster than normal, and he finally found someone who knew him better than he knew himself. And that scared the shit out of him.

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Do you want to play with us?

Originally posted by litourgiya

Pairing: IvarxReaderxHvitserk
Rating: Explicit
Words: 8587
Tagging: @inthenameofodin @tiyetiye @rockyrascal

Warning: Smut, dom/sub dynamic, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)

Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters! 


King Ivar and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King; he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous. 

You tried to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.

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What You Deserve (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Best friend to boyfriend scenario

Originally posted by yoonmin


“Is that how you feel? Did you feel like this the entire time we were dating or is this a new thing?” You crossed your arms and glared at the man before you, previously your boyfriend and now the man that just shattered your heart.

“I- well it’s not really new…” He glanced off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Your face was bent out of shape and you could tell it was making him uncomfortable, but that was the least of your concerns. He let out a heavy sigh. “I swear I actually did feel something for you when we started dating. It’s just, I lost interest.”

Lost interest?! Then why the hell didn’t you break up with me sooner?! You wasted your time and mine with this relationship; you should have broken things off as soon as you started feeling like that instead of leading me on then cheating on me!”

“I know, you didn’t deserve that, but I just couldn’t work up the nerve to say it to you.”

“So you thought this would be easier?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way. You don’t understand how tough this has been on my conscience.” His conscience?! He had some nerve. “I got too attached to you. It’s like telling a lost puppy that’s been following me around for months to go away and never come back. I’d feel so bad breaking up with you.”

You almost choked at his words, unable to hide the shock on your features. A big lump formed in your throat, but you pushed it back down, fighting the angry tears brimming your eyes. “Finding out like this is way worse than telling me yourself. Not only did you hold back MY life with this relationship, but then you didn’t even have the balls to break it off yourself and had your side whore say it instead!!” You were in public and you didn’t want to cause a scene but your anger was becoming too much.

“My life was held up because of this too! Do you know how many girls have been waiting for us to break up so they could get a chance to date me? There are girls who are much better looking than you that are throwing themselves at me but I couldn’t say anything to any of them because of you. Instead I had to tolerate you and your worrying and nagging because you’re an overprotective attention seeker.” There it was. The side of him that you’ve only seen once. Normally he was kind and bashful around you, but finally you get to experience the selfish, inconsiderate, rude side of the man you had been dating for a little over a year. Was sex all he thought about? It was becoming clear to you that he never had his priorities straight in the first place.

“Considering the situation, I had a right to be overprotective. I knew I couldn’t trust you and so did my friends but I had faith in you. They warned me that you were a fuckboy and now I see what they saw.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, exiting out of the conversation like he always tended to do when you said something he didn’t like. He always chose not to listen to the truth and it pissed you off more than anything.

“I should have known dating a self centered asshole like you would end up like this. Is your head so far up your ass that you can’t see how any of your actions affect the people around you?” He turned his head from you and you knew he had stopped listening. As soon as he started walking back to the girl that was waiting for him, you followed and spoke loudly so she could hear. “If you’re leaving me for her, don’t set your standards too high. You might lose interest too quickly and then you’ll be forced to choose from that long line of women waiting to fuck you.”

The look on the girl’s face was priceless as she turned toward him. You couldn’t figure out why she was surprised to hear that he had other side pieces, as if she wasn’t one herself. After collecting herself from her shock, she turned back to you.

“Hey, don’t talk to him or me like that, ever.” She squeaked, her voice annoying you more than before.

“What makes you think my conversation was about you? You’ve never been the main of anything in your entire life.” You didn’t know where all of this sass was coming from, but it made you feel big. You assumed it was a natural defense mechanism to compensate for your bruised ego. Suddenly the shorter girl approached you and drew her hand back, quickly making contact with your face and leaving a stinging mark behind.

Rage shot through your body and you felt your face get hot. Every fiber in your body told you to fight her, you weren’t a wimp and you didn’t take shit from anyone, but miraculously you were able to contain yourself and hold your temper. She wasn’t worth the effort and she definitely wasn’t important enough for you to go to jail for beating her up. Stepping dangerously close to the woman’s face, you spoke lowly so only she could hear you. She cowered at your proximity but didn’t move away.

“Listen bitch,” You spat. “If you put your hands on me ever again, I will not hesitate to drag your raggedy ass up and down this park until the cops take me away.” The deadly look in your eye sent shivers up her spine but she kept a tough look on her face as you backed away and looked to the man beside you. He looked like he was prepared to break up the fight and you almost laughed. Despite everything, he still knew you well and understood that you would fight someone if necessary. You had never been pushed as far as starting a fight before, but he knew what you were capable of. A hard glare was thrown in his direction and he stepped back because of the intensity. You were scary when angry. “Fuck you.”

With that you brushed past both of them and walked out of the park to your car. Your face was red hot and you were sure you were getting looks from the patrons of this park, but you couldn’t care enough to look back. You wished with all your heart that this had happened in a less public place, but there was nothing you could do about it, it was over.

As you drove down the road to your house, you prayed that something bad would happen to them. It was unlike you to wish misfortune upon someone, but you were in your feelings and all you could feel was hatred toward them. You couldn’t get what he said out of your head. He got “too attached”? Why shouldn’t he be attached to someone he had been dating for a year? And did he actually think of you as a lost puppy? Was he just dating you out of pity? It wouldn’t have been the end of the world for you if he had rejected you when you first told him you had feelings for him. Your crush wasn’t even that big, you simply thought he was cute, it wasn’t like you were obsessed. He was hardly ever the first thing on your mind, but now that you thought about it, he seemed to think you saw him that way. He always did things to get reactions out of you and tried too hard to show off. Maybe he thought you were desperate for a relationship. Maybe you were. It had been a long time since you dated someone seriously and you wanted one so bad. That probably played a big part in why you fought so hard to make things work. Of course you saw he was slowly becoming less passionate about you, but you did everything you could to stay together with him, and despite all of that, he still cheated on you.

His words echoed in your head. “Instead I had to tolerate you and your worrying and nagging because you’re an overprotective attention seeker… There are girls who are much better looking than you.” Nothing he said should have gotten to you the way it did. Sure there would always be someone who’s prettier and nicer than you, but his words still hurt. He made it seem like he didn’t think you were pretty enough for him, ugly even, like you were at the bottom of the barrel. He was wrong about the overprotective part, however. You gave him his freedom whenever he requested it, maybe even a little too much, and you never coddled him. You only nagged and worried when he disappeared for long periods of time without contacting you or telling you where he went, and you pieced together those pieces very quickly when his side chick walked up to you and him this morning. Never in your life had you been an attention seeker and it was bothering you that he felt that way. The only requirements you had in your relationship were that he take you out on dates regularly and show affection when you needed it. If he thought that was too much then that showed how little he actually cared.

Your house appeared faster than expected and you sat in the driveway, gathering your thoughts for a moment. It was over. He was gone from your life and you didn’t want anything around that reminded you of him. Getting out of the car, you quickly entered your house and began cleansing it of him. You snatched pictures of him off the walls and shelves, took all of the clothes you stole from him out of your closet and carelessly tossed them into a pile, tears streaming down your face as you rampaged your home. Your bed sheets were washed to rid them of his scent from when he spent the night just last weekend. You took pleasure in ripping up cards he had sent you, breaking every gift he gave you and throwing away the evidence. Figuring he might come back for the items he left when he slept over, you threw all of his stuff out of the front door haphazardly, ignoring the odd and concerned looks from your neighbors. You left it sitting there on your lawn and you couldn’t care less if it got stolen. Matters like that didn’t concern you anymore.

It was done. All evidence of him was out of your house and you were left to sit there sulking. You couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to set foot in your house when he was unfaithful. How dare he sleep in your bed knowing that he didn’t have feelings for you anymore. It was stupid for you to even be crying over him. He wasn’t that great of a boyfriend in the first place so why were you upset? It was probably just the thought of getting cheated on that was bothering you. But he is a grown man that made his own decisions and you couldn’t blame yourself. He was out of your life so it was time that you stopped thinking about him. He had held you back long enough.

 

—–

“Are you ok? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You found yourself at your best friend’s house, watching him play video games to take your mind off things. You put on a grand facade, equipping yourself with a fake smile and a bag full of various snacks to help hide your emotions. You knew you didn’t have to smile, but you read somewhere that smiling can increase happiness so you were willing to try it. Unfortunately, Jimin could see straight through you.

“You’re not saying much, is something bothering you?” He turned his attention to you for a few seconds, long enough for you to catch his gaze, before returning it to the game.

“Nope.” You shook your head even though he wasn’t looking anymore and stuffed your face with a hand full of gummies. Jimin paused the game, squinting at you as you threw him another smile.

“Don’t lie to me in my own home.” He lowered his voice but made it softer, concern showing on his features. “Did something happen?”

“What gave it away? Was it the smile?” Sighing in defeat, you turn toward him and place the bag of snacks on the coffee table in front of you.

“And the comfort food… and the puffy eyes.” He looked you in the face and his expression put you at ease. “What happened? What’s the real reason you’re here? And don’t just say you wanted to hang out.”

You pursed your lips and looked away. There was no way you could lie to him about this. He had the right to know and you wanted him to, that was the only way he could help you.

“I had a bad day.” When he gives you a look, you elaborate. “My boyfriend and I broke up.” You hear a small gasp as Jimin’s mouth falls open in surprise. “Yeah, turns out the bastard was cheating on me, so it’s over now.”

“How did you find out?”

“We were supposed to be going on a date to the park this morning, but when we got there his side chick came up to us and exposed him. Can’t say I was surprised though.”

“What did you do? What did you say?!” He seemed more in shock than you were. It was probably just disbelief that something like this happened to you.

“You’re probing.” You needed some boundaries, he understood that.

“Sorry.” He looked away from you until you spoke again.

“I didn’t do anything.” Your voice came out quieter than you expected. “Listen, I just came over here because I didn’t want to be alone, I don’t want you to think you have to get involved or anything like that.”

“You know that I will if you want me to. You’re not burdening me.” There was a moment when you both stared at each other, communicating with your eyes and understanding every unspoken word.

“Can I just sit and watch you play for a while? I don’t want to think about this right now.”

—–

It had been five days since the break up and you still weren’t feeling much better. You had gotten over the initial sadness and feelings of betrayal, but there was still a lingering emptiness that you couldn’t quite explain. You were beginning to realize how much of your time you spent on your ex, finding holes in your daily routine that you didn’t realize would be there. Having deleted his number from your phone, you hardly had anyone to text, most of your friends usually were at work around this time so you didn’t want to bother them. Later on that night, however, everyone agreed to do a group Skype call.

“(Y/n) you should definitely go to the party with us tomorrow night.” Jungkook smiled through the screen and you sighed.

“Yeah, friends are the best cure for loneliness.” Taehyung stated and everyone nodded.

“I am not lonely.” Your weak defense earned you a few groans and rolls of the eyes from your friends and you questioned them.

“We heard about your break up, (Y/n), and considering you’re not gushing with emotions, I’m guessing that you’re keeping your thoughts and feelings bottled up. Whether or not you tell us what happened is up to you, but going to this party should do wonders for you.” The other female member of your group, Hani, chirped in and your face became hot. You didn’t say anything, just glared at Jimin and he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Sure I’ll go but I’m not "bottling up” my emotions. I just don’t want to talk about it.“

"Well you aren’t acting like yourself. Normally you’re the loudest one out of all of us, but today you’ve barely said a word.”

“Jungkook, that’s a lie, we all know you’re the loudest one.” You retort and everyone laughs.

“I can drive everyone to the party. My house is the closest to the place so if we could all meet up here everything would be a lot easier.” Jimin volunteered and Hani and Taehyung agreed quickly, Jungkook giving a single nod. You weren’t mad at Jimin for telling your friends your business, you just wish you could have told them yourself.

“Maybe you’ll find a new man there.” Taehyung wiggled his thick eyebrows at you.

“I literally just broke up, I’m sure hooking up with a stranger at a party will not fix any of my problems.”

“You never know.” He shrugged.

“Repeat after me, (Y/n),” Hani started abruptly. “Men. Ain’t. Shit.”

“Hey!! One man does not define an entire population.” Jimin protested and you snickered. Hani sighed.

“Okay correction: *He ain’t shit. I don’t hear you repeating.”

“He ain’t shit.” You roll your eyes but you can’t help the small smile tugging on your lips. It felt good to say that out loud.

“That’s right- and don’t you forget it!” Hani pointed a finger at the screen and everyone laughed.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears, you’re too good for him.” Jungkook interjected and the others agreed.

“There are no tears but okay. Thanks guys.” You were grateful for their support and you had to admit, they did lighten your mood. You hadn’t cried since the day you broke up, but there was still some sadness in the back of your mind. You were glad they could see through your bullshit.

—–

Hani came to your house early so you could help each other get ready and you asked her for advice on which dress you should wear. Of course she chose the most revealing one, but you didn’t have a problem with it. She picked out a sexy push up bra and a thong for you to wear underneath and that was when you questioned her.

“Look, I know you aren’t exactly on the market just yet, but you still need to look good. Tease the guys a little, make them drool, there’s nothing wrong with showing off.”

“I get that, but what’s the thong for? Nobody’s gonna see it.”

“Exactly. You’re wearing a tight dress so you don’t want your panty line to show. Plus, you never know what could happen.” She gave you a pervy smirk and you rolled your eyes at her, hesitantly complying and walking into the bathroom to get changed. You both did your hair and checked each other’s make up, picking out a cute pair of heels from your closet before heading out of the door and to Jimin’s house.

When you got there the three boys were already ready to go and upon seeing you two walk through the door, their jaws dropped.

“Damn,” Tae grunted as he eyed you both, eyes lingering on your cleavage and silky legs. “I’m trying so hard not to get hard right now.”

“Don’t be nasty.” Hani squinted her eyes at him but she couldn’t help the grin that crossed her brightly colored lips. You were used to his dirty comments so you paid little attention to them.

“I thought you said you weren’t trying to get a man?” Jimin walked up to you and stopped a few feet away, resisting the urge to grab your hips and pull you to him. He got a closer inspection of your outfit and makeup, visibly trying not to gawk at how perfectly your tight dress hugged your curves. He nodded in approval after a while and you smiled back at him.

“I’m not, this wasn’t even my decision.” You motion to your outfit.

“Well it might get you some attention.”

“Jeez Hani, put those away.” Jungkook complained from behind Jimin as he shamelessly checked out Hani’s all too revealing dress. It was an A-line dress with a V neck that reached down to her naval, making her already big breasts way more noticeable, showing all the side boob a man could ever ask for. The silicon bra cups she had suctioned to her breasts pushed them up and the sight was enough to make any man drool. It was clear what her intentions were tonight and you admired her for having the guts to dress like that.

“Seems like your enjoying it though, Kookie.” She smirked at him and watched as his face turned a light shade of pink. He tried to hide it with a cocky comment, but she brushed him off.

“I’m hanging with Hani tonight. Her boob is definitely gonna fall out and I wanna be there to see it.” Taehyung joked.

“All you have to do is ask.” She winked in his direction and you all laughed at his shocked expression, asking if she was serious and getting ignored.

“So how far away is this place anyway?” Jungkook asked when he was finished drinking in both of your appearances.

“Um, about 15-20 minutes.” Jimin glanced at his watch before looking back at the group. “Are you ready to go?”

“I guess.” You grumble and head to his car.

Jimin drives and Taehyung sits in the front, simply because none of you trust that he would be able to keep his hands to himself sitting in the back with two females. You sat in the middle and watched the road in front of you most of the ride. There was a conversation going on around you, but you couldn’t hear any of it. Your thoughts were too loud for you to focus on what they were saying, so you zoned out and had an internal monologue.

What if he’s here? He knows the same people that I know, why wouldn’t he be? What if he brings his side piece? I don’t want to be that person who fights in the middle of a party. My friends don’t even know what happened between us, they’ll start asking questions and then I’ll have to explain everything in front of everyone. Why am I even going to this stupid party with them? I bet we’re all gonna split up as soon as we walk through the doors anyway. The car erupts into laughter and pulls you from your thoughts momentarily. When did I become so melodramatic? My friends are trying to help me get over him, so I should at least try to be happy. I love parties…. generally… so I’ll just try my best to enjoy this one. Get it together (Y/n), world is not going to end. Remember: He ain’t shit.

Taking a deep breath, you try to enter the conversation. The ride feels shorter when you’re talking, and before you knew it, you were parking in the lot of a crowded club.

“The party’s in here?” Hani asked, expressing exactly what you felt. From what you had been told, this was a party for someone that you had only met once or twice before. Apparently he got a promotion or something and was throwing a huge party, inviting almost everyone he knew to celebrate. When you got inside, you saw that there was a section reserved for the party with a table of food sitting on the side. That’s probably where you would be most of the night if you were being honest with yourself. Jimin and Taehyung greeted a man inside and reintroduced you, Hani, and Jungkook to him.

“Oh yeah, you do look familiar. Well, thanks for coming, um, the club is open and so is the tab so have fun! Food’s over there, bar is that way, try not to die or kill anyone.” With that, the man walked away and left your friends to party. Immediately Taehyung pulled the group to the dance floor.

—–

After about 2 hours of dancing, you called it quits and left to entertain the free buffet. You were okay with getting checked out by your friends, but the stares you were receiving from people, female and male alike, were making you uncomfortable. For some reason, it felt different than when you were in a relationship. When people used to hit on you before, you were flattered and took it lightly, feeling protected by the fact that you were dating someone. But now that you were single, every person that approached or touched you seemed like a predator. There was no “I’m taken” excuse to ward off the hands that wandered too high or low on your body. Of course you could lie and say that you were, but that would just remind you of your horrible break up and make you emotional and you didn’t want to be the person crying at the club.

You stayed close to Jimin and Jungkook while you danced, feeling more comfortable dancing around them. They were both great dancers and you would consider yourself one too, so you three stole the show. You never touched them and they never touched you, but you were all pushed close to each other as you danced provocatively, visibly affecting Jungkook even though he didn’t stop you. A few women tried to flirt with you three as you swayed your hips to the music, complementing your dancing and, ultimately, your ass in that dress. Countless men tried to grind against you, but every time someone would get too close you would turn your butt toward Jimin or Kookie or just sandwich yourself between them, using their bodies as a safety cover.

Jimin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you moved fluidly, body flowing to the music like water in a stream. You were a distraction to his thoughts, a constant reminder of what he couldn’t have, but he wanted to touch you so badly. Would that be too much? Probably. He tended to think of you as a fragile being, someone who could take care of herself, but often needed back-up in sticky situations. He cared for you and he cared about you and made a mental vow to be your personal bodyguard, but the way you were dancing was setting his heart on fire. Every now and again you would turn your back to him and occasionally you would brush up against him. Of course everyone was smashed together in the mass of bodies, but he could always tell when you were the one that touched him. He would stare for a bit, hoping you would make a bold move and grind on him to relieve some of the tension growing between you two, yet he feared that he wouldn’t be able to control his actions if you did something like that. Why was he being like this? He shouldn’t be having inappropriate thoughts about his best friend, but his body said otherwise. Thankfully, you decided to leave the dance floor to cool off a bit and he was quick to follow, keeping a close eye on you.

When you finally left the crowd, you were dripping with sweat. It was so hot in there that it was getting hard to breath. You spotted Hani and Taehyung at the bar, downing drinks before going back onto the dance floor. Taehyung was standing unnecessarily close to her but she seemed to be encouraging it, her face showing that she was flirting her ass off and you laughed.

“They should just date already.” Jimin’s voice sounded alarmingly close to your ear and you turned to him quickly, not having realized he followed you out of the crowd.

“I don’t know why she keeps saying they’re just friends, we can clearly see they have some benefits situation going on. We’re not blind.” You turn your body toward him and are surprised by his proximity. He steps back as you reach over him to grab a plate and begin to pile it with food.

“I haven’t eaten all night, I should probably get something.” Jimin picks up a plate too and you wait for him to fill his plate before walking over to an empty table. The motion of the sea of people rocking in front of you is almost nauseating as you stare into it, making you wonder how you survived being in the center of it. You frown.

“I can’t believe we were in there. There are sooo many people here.”

“Yeah, this is probably the most crowded it’s ever been.”

“Where’s Kookie? Did you leave him all alone?” You take a bite of your hamburger slider.

“Oh he’s not alone.” Jimin laughs. “Just when you left he started dancing with this girl. She was basically fucking him with clothes on in the middle of the floor. I was surprised he was okay with that, but when I told him I was leaving he didn’t even care.”

“When will you learn that Jeon Jungkook is not as innocent as you think he is? I’ve seen that boy do some nasty things.” You and Jimin just chat as you stuff yourselves with food. After a few hours, you start rapidly declining and you wonder what time it is. It had to be late. Eventually Jungkook found where you were sitting and he stole some of Jimin’s leftovers, but soon he was up again, disappearing into the pulsing mass of sweaty bodies.

You and Jimin continued to talk and somehow the conversation looped back around to your friends.

“I think they would be perfect together. Hani is a little… out there, but so is Tae and they could probably work. They can’t keep pretending we don’t know she sucks his dick whenever she goes to "hang out” at his place. He’s really bad at lying.“ Jimin leaned back in his seat.

"Do you think you’d be able to hide it if I sucked your dick?” You didn’t know why those words slipped from your lips, but they did and you could see the shock on Jimin’s face, but he quickly recovered.

“I just wouldn’t say anything about it. But that question is irrelevant because I don’t believe in friends with benefits arrangements, so I would never let that happen.” You shrugged and both looked at the crowd for a bit until a man approached you.

“Heyyyy, can I buy you a drink?” The man was tall and skinny and clearly intoxicated. The way he wobbled as he stood and slurred his words told you that he had been drinking all night, not to mention the nauseating stench of hard liquor on his breath.

“No thanks, I’m not drinking tonight.” You tried to be polite because you didn’t want to upset him since you had no idea how he would react.

“Well do you want to dance?” He held his hand out toward you and you glanced over at Jimin, unsure of how to respond.

“Actually, I just got off of the dance floor so I think I’m going to rest here for a while, but thank you.” He retracted his hand and leaned against the table. His face was uncomfortably close to yours and you feared that he would try to slide into the small booth with you. You shot Jimin another look, hoping he would save you, but he looked equally as stunned as you were.

“Listen, you’re really hot.” The man giggled and a tight frown pressed into your lips as you anticipated his next words. “I really only came over to ask you one thing.” You raise your eyebrows and he continues. “Is you fuckin’?”

“I-” Your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that Jimin had a similar reaction.

“Cuz I see you in that dress and all I can think about is bending you over this table and fucking the soul out of-”

“UMMM n-no I’m not… fucking…” You were at a lost for words. Another look was thrown in Jimin’s direction and this time he actually did come to your rescue.

“Actually, she’s with me tonight.” It seemed like something caught the man’s attention and he finally noticed your friend sitting across from you. He squinted at Jimin, focusing his eyes on his figure, trying to determine if he was real or not. Then he looked back at you.

“Oh. Are you two..? Damn, I’m sorry.” He turned back to Jimin. “You shouldn’t let her out of the house looking like this. Every guy here wants a piece of that.” His tongue ran slowly along his lips and you cringed, wishing you could unsee that as he walked away.

“That was so fucking embarrassing.” You groan, covering your face. Jimin tried to laugh off the awkwardness. His thoughts were less than appropriate and he fought hard to keep his head straight.

“If anything, that should have been flattering.”

“What, having a stranger say that he wants to fuck me in the middle of a dirty club? How romantic.” You roll your eyes sarcastically.

“Not that. All I’m saying is that you look great and you shouldn’t be embarrassed that other people recognize your beauty too.” You blush at his words and take a sip of your soda. He regretted saying that last word, hating how it sounded like he was flirting, but you didn’t seem to notice.

“I imagine you’re used to getting hit on.” You meet Jimin’s gaze and he questions you. “Don’t act like girls don’t hit on you all the time. It’s kind of inevitable when you look like that.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, you look like… you. You’re mochi sexy.”

“You think I’m sexy?” He cocked an eyebrow up at you, a faint smirk on his lips.

Mochi sexy. But you’re missing the point. I’m saying that you probably get hit on a lot because girls find you cute and/or hot, so this probably doesn’t bother you as much as it bothers me. I’m not used to this kind of attention.” He was flattered by your compliment, but decided to turn the conversation back to you.

“Really? Either you’re oblivious or blind because you get attention everywhere you go.”

“I ignored it. But now that I’m single it feels like everyone’s eyes are on me. Maybe it’s because I can see them too now…”

“Get used to compliments because I’m sure you’ll get hit on a lot more since you’re single now. And if your ex didn’t see how hot you are before, then you should show him what his missing.”

“I’m not going to date someone just to spite him.” You looked away, but you couldn’t say that the thought didn’t cross your mind. You deserved happiness and a small part of you wanted to show him that you had a line of people waiting too.

The night dragged on and the music only seemed to get louder. The conversation was reduced to judging the increasingly rowdy party goers as they passed. Jimin pointed out who he thought had been drinking the most and you tried to come up with backstories about the patrons as you watched their night unfold. When you saw a drunk woman slip and fall on spilled alcohol, exposing a breast and her bare bottom under her dress, you and Jimin stopped inspecting the crowd and focused on talking about Hani and Taehyung again.

“How much do you wanna bet she wore that outfit just for him?”

“How much do you wanna bet they’re fucking in the bathroom somewhere?” Jimin responds and you laugh.

“I hope they aren’t, I’d like to leave soon if we can help it.”

“Do you want to help me find them so we can go? It’s already 2am, we’ve been here for about 5 hours.” You nod and follow him back onto the dance floor, only to see Jungkook making out with the girl Jimin saw him with earlier. She was pulling at his hair and looked like she was about to tear his clothes off any second. You and Jimin snapped pictures of the hot make out session for future blackmail use before almost literally pulling them away from each other.

“Get her number, we’re leaving.” You shout over the music at him and he shakes his head.

“No she’s coming home with me.” The dirty looks they give each other make you want to vomit, but you just nod and keep pushing through the people, searching for your other two friends, assuming they’re not off fucking in some secluded area.

You come across the pair leaning against a wall on the side of the dance floor. Jungkook spots them first and leads your small group to where they were standing, clearly looking disheveled. Taehyung’s hair was mused much like Jungkook’s and telling from the smear of red lipstick on his face that matched Hani’s, they were engaged in similar activities before you found them. Upon seeing you and Jimin walking up to them, they each moved a bit farther away from each other, wiping the corners of their lips as if you hadn’t already seen the evidence.

“Ready to go?” Jimin asked as his friend ran a hand though his tousled hair in an attempt to fix it. Jimin gave him a knowing look but the other male ignored it.

“Yeah we’re ready.” Taehyung threw a glance in Hani’s direction before they both pushed off of the wall and walked past you. In passing, you grabbed Hani’s arm and spoke to her as quietly as you could over the roaring bass.

“You look like you had fun.” She rolls her eyes at you.

“The party hasn’t started yet.” You want to ask what she means by that but you could probably take a pretty accurate guess. She latches herself onto Taehyung’s elbow and they walk ahead of everyone else, suddenly in a rush to go home.

In the car, you sit in the front with Jimin to avoid being smashed between the couples. Taehyung offered for Hani to sit on his lap, but Jungkook insisted that his “date” sit on his lap instead because his thighs were “firmer” and “made a better seat than Taehyung’s”. They agreed on that arrangement quickly without complaint and you were surprised Hani didn’t make a dirty comment in response. It might have had something to do with the fact that everyone was already onto her and Tae and she wanted to keep it a little low key for a while.

The ride home was much quieter in comparison to the way there. You could hear the couples speaking to each other respectively, but nothing was above a whisper so you couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Jimin took this opportunity to have a conversation with you.

“Are you driving back to your place or staying the night at mine?” He couldn’t think of anything else to talk about.

“Uh, I’m most likely going to spend the night with you because I have a feeling Hani doesn’t need a ride tonight. Taehyung’s the only one who can give her the kind she needs.” You look back and see Taehyung with his hand on her thigh, steadily moving it up as he spoke lowly into her ear. Curiosity got the better of you and you turned so you could see Jungkook in the seat behind you. His face was hidden by the woman’s hair but you could tell he was nibbling on her ear and whispering sweet nothings just from her reactions. There was no doubt in your mind that she was sitting on his erection.

“As long as they don’t fuck in my car, I don’t mind what’s happening back there.” You turned back around to face Jimin, but he kept his eyes on the road. He focused all of his energy into driving to keep out the thoughts of fucking you in the back seat. The drive home was much shorter than the ride there and you were relieved when you reached his driveway. Before Jimin even had a chance to pull out his keys to open his front door, Jungkook began walking toward his car, gripping the girl’s wrist tightly as he pulled her along.

“Goodnight guys, talk to you tomorrow.” He waved in your direction before digging in his pocket for his car keys.

“Bye Kookie.” You laugh as he opened the passenger’s side of his car for her and then jogged to the other side. He was most likely trying to hide his boner from his friends.

“Someone’s in a hurry.” Jimin mumbled as he held open the door for the remaining three of you. As soon as you got inside, you kicked off your heels, dragging yourself over to his couch to relieve the pressure on your aching feet. Everyone gathered in the living room for a while and talked about your night, but their attention was mainly on you as you told them how you got hit on by various people.

“He said that?!” Hani laughed.

“Yes he literally said ‘is you fucking’. In front of Jimin!! I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.”

“It wasn’t even that bad.” Jimin brushed you off.

“Oh please, you were surprised too.”

“Yeah, it kind of caught me off guard.” He admitted.

“Did you see the way Jungkook let that girl inhale his face though? That surprised me.” Taehyung interjected and you nodded.

“He must be either really into her, or in desperate need of some sex. I guess your hand can only work for so long before you get bored.” Hani shook her head as she leaned back.

“Oh trust me, the hand never gets old. It’s just that sometimes fucking another living thing feels way better.” You all grimaced at Taehyung’s remark.

“What about you?” Jimin started, smiling evilly at your other friends. “You seemed to be having adventures of your own away from us.”

“Nah, you just walked in at a bad time.” Hani’s protest wasn’t very convincing and you wondered how long she would keep their relationship a secret. It was clear they were into each other, but you didn’t understand why they didn’t want to admit it. You hoped it didn’t have anything to do with your friendship.

Sure. Tell that to the messy lipstick smeared all over his face.” You gestured to Tae and he blushed, fighting back the urge to wipe his face just in case you were bluffing. Jimin snickered at the look on his face and Hani avoided your gaze.

“Whatever, don’t pretend that you guys didn’t spend an entire night together too. I would have thought you were on a date if I didn’t know better.” Hani smirked and you rolled your eyes, not noticing the slight blush on Jimin’s cheeks.

“Well it’s time for us to go.” Taehyung stood abruptly and motioned for Hani to follow. It was obvious that they were going home together to “hang out” or whatever they did.

“You’re not driving are you?” Jimin got up as well and looked concerned at the two. You guessed you should stand as well.

“No, we called anUber before we left the club. Neither of us is sober enough to drive.”

“I hope you had fun tonight, (Y/n). You look great.” Hani smacked your ass when she walked past you and you glared at her.

“Goodbye.” You pushed them out of the front door before anyone could make a comment about how you looked or ask if you were feeling better. You shut and locked to door behind them. “Guess it’s just us tonight.”

Jimin got a bit tense at your words, but he said nothing as he turned and headed toward his bedroom. You followed and called taking a shower first, hating how sweaty you were underneath your dress. It felt like there was a river flowing down your back and if you had to wait another minute to shower you would have gone insane. Upon reaching his bathroom, you stood in the mirror and looked at yourself. You had to admit, you did look pretty good. Tonight wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be and you were actually glad your friends dragged you along to this party. It was fun.

As soon as you started getting ready to clean yourself up, you ran into a problem. Your zipper remained elusive from your sweaty fingers and after minutes of frustrated fumbling, you gave up. Shyly stepping out into Jimin’s bedroom, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at something on his phone. He looked up at you and raised his eyebrows.

“Can you help me unzip my dress?” He stood and walked over to you as you turned your back toward him. You hadn’t really thought this plan through all the way because you failed to avoid the sequence of events that followed.

When Jimin began pulling on the zipper, he found that it was stuck. Adding a little more force, he tugged on it until it came free and slid all the way down the length of your back. His moment of triumph and your moment of relief was cut short when the strapless garment fell from your body and landed in a pile around your ankles, leaving you exposed in nothing but your push-up bra and butt floss. His eyes widened as he stared at your back, gaze unintentionally falling to your ass that he discovered was bare. He took a step back because suddenly you were standing way too close to him and he couldn’t handle what he was seeing. Since you hadn’t brought out a towel to wrap yourself in, you had no way to cover up and you would rather die than pull your drenched, stinky dress back up your body. Thinking as quickly as you could, you turned toward him so your backside was out of view, but that led to Jimin getting a full show of the lacy front of your thong along with the see through material of the bra you were wearing. Your hands flew to your body, one covering your privates and the other arm crossing your chest to hide the nipples that Jimin has probably already seen by this point.

He tries his hardest to look at only your face as you stand there in shock, eyes boring into each other’s, until you step back toward the bathroom.

“Thanks.” You bend down to pick up your dress and he can see straight into the space between your cleavage, a sight that finally forces him to turn his head away from you. When he hears the bathroom door close, he plops down on his bed, covering his face in humiliation.

What the hell?! You think as you look at your now bare face in the mirror after you finish wiping off your makeup. You felt so stupid. Why weren’t you holding onto the front of your dress when he unzipped it? You knew that would happen once he pulled the zipper down. Why weren’t you thinking? Jimin must have been so embarrassed seeing his best friend practically naked, but you were mortified. It was the second time tonight that you had been embarrassed in front of him. He’s seen me in bikinis, what’s the big deal? Bikinis were different though, very different. Bathing suits weren’t see through. They covered what was important and allowed someone to keep some dignity. This was an entirely different situation, however. You might as well have been completely naked because you were sure Jimin saw everything. Stepping into the shower, you tried to ignore everything that happened. As you washed yourself you thought of your behavior tonight. Were you flirting with him? If so it was completely unintentional or at least you didn’t realize you were doing it and you hoped Jimin didn’t take it the wrong way. But suddenly the thought of seriously flirting with him didn’t repulse you, and that scared you. How could you think of your best friend like that? You shook those thoughts away immediately. He probably didn’t think tonight was that big of a deal so you shouldn’t worry about it too much. Like Jimin did with most embarrassing things, you would just brush it off.

Park Jimin was having a meltdown. Literally. His face was so hot and red he thought it would melt right off. What was happening to him? Why was he so upset over this? He tried to figure out everything that was going through his head, but his body was being flooded with hormones. All night he had been trying to ignore it. He had pushed down his feelings for you since Day 1 when you put him in the friend zone and he was doing a pretty good job at moving on. How could all of those feelings that he thought he erased suddenly resurface in just one night? You must be doing this on purpose. From the moment he saw you in that dress, he knew he was doomed, but he put up a valiant effort. You had on his favorite color, minimal makeup, and that faint scent of perfume that he adored so much. The way you danced at the club and stayed so close to him was a tease and he had to look deep inside himself to find the self control not to touch you. Your comment about sucking his dick and the fact that you thought he was sexy did not go unnoticed and it was surely a test to see his reaction. And when that guy came over to you and said he wanted to bend you over, Jimin couldn’t stop his mind from imagining himself doing that exact thing, having you moaning his name as he took you right then and there in front of all those people. Seeing you practically naked was the tipping point for him and he didn’t know how much more he would be able to handle.

A hand dragged through his hair as he tried to calm down. Jimin knew you and you wouldn’t do anything like that on purpose. He was probably just overreacting and he felt bad for that. You had just gotten out of a relationship and you needed someone who would be there for you, not someone who was glad that things ended poorly because he secretly hoped he would have a chance. It was a long shot and you were not looking for that at the moment. You would probably feel betrayed if you found out your best friend had inappropriate thoughts about you. Gathering himself, Jimin sighed and swallowed everything that he was feeling. He mentally apologized for even thinking of you that way.

After you finished your shower, you were faced with another dilemma. What on earth were you going to wear? The shirt Jimin gave you was adequate enough as a top, but you didn’t have anything to wear under it. You hated the idea of wearing that uncomfortable thong to bed, but going commando was out of the question. You rummaged through your purse for anything that could possibly help you. Miraculously, you found an extra pair of emergency underwear at the bottom of it that you always kept. It was for if there was ever an “accident” of some sort or if your panties ever got ruined and went missing after a suspicious visit to a nearby bathroom or closet with your now ex. You thanked your past self for forgetting to take them out and quickly slipped them on. It didn’t matter that you weren’t wearing shorts underneath because the shirt would have covered them up anyway.

Jimin rushed into the bathroom once you came out and quickly shut the door. You would never know that it was because he didn’t want you to see his boner. When he came out after a cold shower, he found you already under the covers, arms sticking out so you could watch something on your phone. You didn’t even look up when he entered the room and walked around. Not even when he slid into the bed next to you did you acknowledge his presence and he assumed you were either upset or embarrassed. He was quickly proven wrong as the video you were watching ended and you turned your body toward him.

“You going to sleep?” You asked. You said it as if everything was fine, so it was. Clearly you weren’t upset with him. He could relax.

“Not yet.” He turned his head to you to see that you had placed your phone down on the bedside table and now had your full attention on him. “Why?”

“I almost fought her,” You blurt out and his eyebrows rise ever so slightly. “My ex’s side piece I mean.” It didn’t take long for Jimin to figure out the context of the conversation and he was quick to signal you to continue. It wasn’t often that you opened up about things like this so he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get the whole story. “I would tell you everything that was said but that might take awhile.”

“We have time.” He was not going to let this moment pass.

“Where do I start?” You groan, shifting in your spot to get comfortable. He did the same and turned his body toward you, preparing himself to hear your story; it would probably be a long one.

“Start wherever you want. The beginning, how you started your day that day, when she came up to you, anywhere.” With a sigh you begin.

“I guess I’ll start from about a month back.” You told him all the ins and outs of your relationship, the small details that he didn’t know, the things you were feeling throughout this time and your thoughts now that you had insight into everything. In hindsight, the signs of cheating were clear, you were just in denial. You told him that every time someone would ask where he was, Hani would give you a look, as if she knew what was happening or at least figured it out. Jimin listened with an open ear and a closed mouth as you spilled your guts about how you liked him and wanted things to work out but that you didn’t really see a future with him. You said that since there was nothing past dating for you and you knew it, that you wasted his time too and you played a bigger role in this breakup than just being the victim.

“Don’t say that. He played you. You can’t blame yourself for any of this because even though you felt that way, you tried for him and gave him an effort when nothing you did was reciprocated.”

“Jimin, I’ve thought about this from every prospective; I’m not 100% innocent in any of this.”

“Yes you are.” His voice was firm but low. “Because you didn’t cheat. And even if the relationship was falling apart, he did all of the damage.”

You were thankful for his words and you forced yourself to believe him. You saw his point, but there was still a bit of guilt in the back of your mind. Maybe if you had been different he wouldn’t have felt the need to cheat? Maybe if you had broken things off when you realized you were driving a dead end street, you would have avoided this heartbreak.

“We were supposed to go on a date that day, it was rare that he would do something romantic like that, but I didn’t question it. When we got to the park he refused to hold my hand; he said he hated PDA. Now that I think about it, he probably just didn’t want any of his side pieces to see us together like that. I imagine he kept them in the dark about us. His efforts were pointless because about 5 minutes into the date, this bitch in heels comes stomping up to us. Who the fuck even wears heels to the park? Did she know we were going to be there? Does she have a tracker on him? I don’t know.”

Jimin laughs at your commentary and it lightens your mood slightly. It keeps you from getting angry all over again. You take a breath and continue.

“So this girl– we’ll call her Candy because she looked like a stripper– so Candy comes up to us and she starts yelling at him like I’m not even standing there. I really don’t know what she was saying because her voice was too annoying for me to focus on anything. Then she turns to me and says 'He doesn’t want you, he’s with me now. He should have told you this a long time ago.’ And I look at him and he doesn’t say anything! At this point I’m piecing it all together. At first I was like "he can’t be cheating on me with this hoe”, but then everything starts making sense from the past month and the reality hits me.“

"He didn’t say anything?”

“Hold on I’m getting to that. So I pull him to the side for a somewhat private argument because I don’t want that bitch in our business and, frankly, her presence was annoying me. Basically he tells me that he "lost interest” in me and that he was going to break up with me soon.“

"If he felt that way then why the hell did he wait so long and why did he even bother to take you on a date?”

“EXACTLY! That’s what I said then he compared me to a dog.”

“He called you a bitch?!” Anger flared in Jimin’s eyes for a moment, but you were quick to respond.

“No, he compared me to a lost puppy and said that he would feel bad if he shooed me away. He also said that I worried too much and was too overprotective and that there was a "line of women” waiting to get a piece of him.“ Jimin scoffed. You hold out your hand. "But it gets better. Now this part is kind of on me, I should have just left then but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh God, what did you do?”

“I didn’t necessarily do anything wrong, I just stated facts that Candy got upset about. I told him not to set high standards because he might lose interest in her too quickly.”

“And?”

“And… I may or may not have called her a side chick. In my defense, that is the truth and she shouldn’t be mad at me for just stating an observation. I think my exact words were "you’ve never been the main of anything in your entire life” and that set her off.“

You let Jimin get his giggles out, complementing you on your comeback. When he settled down, you told the climax of your story.

"Apparently that struck a nerve in her because Candy the Hooker got brave and decided to slap me in the face.” The anger bubbled up in Jimin again and you were thankful that he cared that much. “This was the moment that time froze for me. I was faced with two choices: Pop those fake boobs of hers and drag her ass until the cops come, or walk away.”

“Since you’re not in jail, I’m assuming you chose to walk?”

“Actually I’m on the run from the authorities, thanks for letting me crash here.” He looked concerned for a moment and you laughed. “Nah I’m just kidding. But walking away was the hardest choice of my life. I was tempted to just give her a quick sucker punch: a hit and run, but I decided against it and let her off with a warning. I should have taken the shot when I had it.” You said, shaking your head.

“Do you want me to find them and beat them up?” Jimin asked playfully, but you knew he would if that was what you really wanted.

“No. For the same reasons I didn’t; they aren’t worth it. Going to jail for them shows that I care and they aren’t important enough for my time and energy. As long as I never see them again, I think I’m okay.” You rest your head on the pillow and stare at Jimin, who is mentally reviewing the story. You study his face from your angle and realize how perfectly beautiful he is. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and you don’t know why. You chose to ignore them.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m very sure, now let’s go to sleep, I have a headache.” With one more hard look for confirmation, Jimin gets up and flicks the light switch, engulfing the room in darkness aside for the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

Sleep finds you quicker than you anticipate and before you drift off, you roll over, instantly feeling strong arms wrap around your middle comfortably. You realize just how long it’s been since he’s been able to hold you like this. He’s a cuddler, you’re used to being the little spoon.

As he held on to you, watching you sleep, Jimin became restless. All the information you had told him didn’t add up in his mind. How could anyone possibly be unsatisfied with you? You seemed like the perfect girlfriend; you were kind, passionate, caring, and you could stand up for yourself and others if needed. Not to mention you were gorgeous. How could someone be so disrespectful to you, who cared for and loved him so much? How could someone throw that away? There was a shadow of a thought hidden in the back of his mind, fueling the anger he suppressed. It told him to find your ex and beat some sense into him, but he knew that wasn’t what you wanted. He wasn’t worth it. Jimin looked at the back of your head and determined that you were sound asleep. There were a few things he needed to get off of his chest and now felt like the perfect time to do it.

“I know you’re asleep and probably can’t hear me, but there’s so much I need to tell you.” He whispered, voice calm and low, careful not to disturb your peace. “Firstly, I’m sorry you had to go through that break up. He didn’t deserve you and you didn’t deserve the way he treated you. He shouldn’t have been able to give you half effort when you gave him your all.”

You were unsure of how long you had been asleep, but you were awakened by soft words being whispered into your hair. The grip around your waist had gotten tighter and you could feel your back molded into Jimin’s firm body. You soon noticed that Jimin was speaking. Was he talking to you?

“But I can’t say I’m not happy that you’re single now. Not only because I hated your boyfriend, but because I love having your attention. I know it sounds selfish but you’re so beautiful and so loving and it’s an honor just to be around you and to be your best friend. I bet you didn’t know this but for the longest time I wanted to be your boyfriend.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his confession but you stayed still. “I know you probably think it would be disgusting to date me, so I keep it to myself. I push those thoughts away to be a good friend for you when you need me. Tonight was a little hard for me though. You looked stunning and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, especially when your dress fell down.” He paused. “That’s a little creepy I probably shouldn’t have said that.” You fought the urge to laugh so you could listen to what else he had to say. “We always talk about Tae and Hani getting together and it makes me think about us. Would it be so crazy if we got together? Everyone already thinks we’re dating anyway. If I was your boyfriend I would never do anything as stupid as cheat on you. I would never make you cry and would only be supportive. You already have all of my attention and you would only get more of my love. I would buy you anything you wanted and would make sure you were taken care of because that’s what you deserve and I want to give you the world. I would love you forever. The only problem is you I guess. I understand that my feelings aren’t reciprocated, but that doesn’t do anything for my imagination. Oh, if you only knew what kinds of thoughts run through my head every time I see you. I’m sure we wouldn’t be friends if I told you half the things I think about doing to you at night. I wish you felt the same way… And I’m sorry for thinking about all of this when you’re still struggling through a break up, that’s a little insensitive of me; from now on I’ll just focus on comforting you and making you happy. Even though I can’t show it in the way that I want, I’m still going to try my best for you everyday because I love you.” At the end he kissed you gently on the top of your head and you felt like you were going to explode.

Your heart was beating so loud you thought he might be able to hear it. Jimin loves me? You didn’t know what to do. Should you just lay there and pretend like you didn’t hear him, going on like this for the rest of your life? Should you say something? What if he gets embarrassed and can never face you again? And if you were to say something, what would it be? You thought for a moment, feeling Jimin’s body relax behind you. He was probably falling asleep. Shit. You had to think fast. On one hand, you were flattered that he felt that way and wanted to try dating him because you finally realized your attraction to him and how good you guys would be together. On the other, you didn’t like change and kind of hoped that things would stay the same between you two forever. What if you broke up? Would he still be your best friend? You doubted it. But he had just poured his heart out to you– even though he didn’t know you were listening– and you would be foolish not to do anything about it. You decided to do something risky, maybe even a little stupid; you turned around. If you were going to say something, you would be as straightforward as possible and would act with no regrets.

When you turned to face him, your eyes were still closed. Jimin held his breath as his eyes shot open to inspect your face. When your eyelids began to crack open, his heart stopped beating. Did you hear? He could only wait to see what you did.

“It wouldn’t be crazy at all.” You say after a few moments of dense silence and he grows pale. So you did hear.

“W-what?”

“It wouldn’t be crazy if we dated. And no, the thought doesn’t disgust me; it actually sounds quite appealing.”

“What are you saying?” He gulps nervously, trying to wrap his mind around what you meant because you couldn’t possibly be saying what he thinks you’re saying.

“I’m saying,” You scoot impossibly closer to him, a centimeter away from his face. “I wouldn’t mind being your girlfriend.” You were tempted to say “I love you too” but you weren’t ready for that yet. The wounds from your break up were still fresh and it felt wrong to admit that to someone so soon, even if it was true. Even if it was Jimin. He didn’t know what to say or do so you made the next move and leaned in, planting your lips on his. As soon as they connected he responded, pulling your body into his and kissing you passionately. Somewhere along the line his hand made it to your hair, holding your head in place as he deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue past your parted lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening. You were making out with him in his bed. And you said you wanted to be his girlfriend. This had to be a dream.

He pulled away first, reluctantly, and stared at you for a long moment, allowing his eyes to adjust in the darkness. You looked like an angel in the moonlight and it was killing him. Little did he know, he looked even better in your eyes.

“Well that escalated quickly.” He breathed, biting his lip as the taste of your mouth lingered on his tongue. You were a much better kisser than he imagined. Your hand ran up his back and shoulder to travel across his neck and rest on his jawline. Your thumb played with his lips as you spoke.

“What do you think about doing to me at night? I’m curious to know.” Your voice was suddenly very seductive and playful and you didn’t know where all of this was coming from. You decided to roll with it. There was a bit of hesitation on his part, but eventually he spoke up. You assumed it was because he thought you might be offended by what he was about to tell you.

“You really want to know?” You nodded. “I dream about fucking you in every position I can think of. There are so many things I want to try with you it’s driving me insane. And I know how flexible you are so I can’t help but imagine all the ways you can bend for me.” The way Jimin was looking at you made you feel naked, but for once, you didn’t mind. He was undressing you with his eyes, and from what he saw earlier, he probably had a pretty vivid picture of what you looked like.

“I don’t know about the being bent in half part, but you can do whatever you want to me.” You said this with confidence. You trusted Jimin with your life so you weren’t worried about what he would do. The more you thought about him fucking you into the mattress or possibly being kinky, the hotter you got. Your panties were probably already wet.

He took your words as an invitation to your body and didn’t waste any time getting started. Your ex was the only person you had fucked in almost two years. The last time you had had satisfying sex, however, was over two months ago. Somewhere during that time, he had stopped caring about pleasing you and became selfish in bed, only focusing on himself and leaving you to take care of your own orgasm afterwards. Somehow you knew that Jimin would be different.

He hopped from the bed and turned on the lights again, allowing you to see that he had already discarded his shirt on the way there.

“I want to be able to see how beautiful you are.”

You slipped your panties off from under your oversized shirt and threw them onto the floor, smiling when Jimin came back to hover over you. He pulled the sheets away from your body and fiddled with the hem of the shirt, fingers dancing lightly over the skin on your thighs.

“May I do the honors?” You guessed it was more of a rhetorical question because he did it anyway before you could get any words out. He slowly pulled the fabric up, allowing you time to arch your back so he could move it higher, and when he got to the bottom of your breasts, he stopped. “Arms up.”

You followed his instructions, noticing how deep and sharp his voice became, wondering if he was going to be ordering you around like that the rest of the night. Not that you minded at all. In one quick swoop, Jimin snatched the shirt over your head and threw it off the bed. His eyes were transfixed on the way your breasts jumped at the sudden movement and jiggled for a moment. His mouth practically watered at the sight and suddenly he was overcome by the need to explore them. Before you knew it, his mouth was engulfing one of your hardened buds, tongue flicking over it once, twice, making you suppress a groan as your back arched into his touch.

Jimin’s nimble fingers played with your nipple on the other side and groped your breast gently, causing another moan to bubble in your throat. He noticed how you strained to keep quiet and released your flesh from his mouth with a loud suction noise.

“You don’t need to be quiet, I always imagined you moaning and screaming my name.” He planted kisses on the other breast that travelled down your abdomen, kissing every inch of skin along the way, occasionally stopping to suck light marks. “I’ve heard you scream before…” He continued worshiping your body and you never thought it would feel so good. Your ex never took time to do things like this. “I’ve heard you scream so loud at a concert that you lost your voice…” He stops to give you a hickey on your hip bone, to which you groan. “And ever since then I couldn’t stop thinking about if you lost your voice screaming for me.” The last words were whispered as Jimin spread your legs and pecked the inside of your thigh, his tongue peeking out to tease you. A shaky sigh left your lips as you took in the sight in front of you. Your best friend was now sitting between your legs staring at your bare core, giving you hickies on the inside of your thighs as he inched toward where you wanted him.

“Aren’t you going to take off your pants?” You manage to get out, eyes staring intently at the bulge in his pajama shorts as if you would suddenly be able to see through them. Somehow that took priority over what he was about to do to you. You bit your lip in anticipation as he sat up on his knees and yanked his shorts and boxers down impatiently, his cock springing up to slap against his taut lower abdomen. It felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs as you gazed at him. Jimin was more fit that you remembered. Sure he goes to the gym practically every day, but you had never seen his body like this. Is @this what he’s been hiding under all of those baggy sweaters and boyfriend hoodies? He truly looked like a god. The muscles in his arms and pecks flexed with almost every movement he made and you wondered how you had just noticed them. His chocolate abs were complimented perfectly by his honey skin that looked so soft on top of his tense muscles. His thighs were always on display no matter what he wore but they looked even better uncovered. Your eyes trailed down to the deep crests of his V line that led you to the most shocking sight of all. His erection stood tall against him, veins protruding along the length of it, making it so hard that it almost curled with arousal. Honestly, you didn’t expect Jimin to be this big. Based on his fingers and feet, you assumed that he was pretty average sized, but he was bigger than your definition of “average”. His member wasn’t the longest you had seen, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in thickness. The girth of his penis was surprising to you and a pang of nervousness shot through you. It’s a cliche question but you truly wondered, would it be able to fit? He was definitely going to stretch you out.

“Are you okay?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance as he threw his clothes to the side and came back down to hover over you. Your eyes were still locked on his lower half and he looked down at himself as though to see what you were looking at. “What? Were you not expecting this?” Instead of sounding cocky like you thought he would, he sounded slightly concerned, teeth nibbling nervously on his bottom lip. You realized your silence was making him feel uneasy.

“Well, no. Fuck.” His eyes grew wide for a moment and even though he looked like a sex god, you couldn’t help but find him cute. “I’m… impressed. You’re way bigger than what I’m used to, are you sure it’s gonna fit?” It was hard for you not to think about how guys were able to hide their dicks in their pants. Did they tuck them away somewhere? It was amazing to you how he was this big and you had never seen any sign of it, even when he wore tight pants. You came to a conclusion: guys are magicians.

Jimin seemed to beam at your praise, his confidence returning when he heard your concern. He smiled and bent down to peck you softly, effectively calming your nerves. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to prepare you well.” You trusted him so you nodded, heart beat relaxing slightly when you were reassured.

He wasted no time as he climbed back down your body, head once again between your legs, mouth oh so close to where you wanted it. The slight movement of your hips was enough to make him dip down and lick at your core, tasting how wet you were for him. He hummed and licked you again, this time slower as he dipped his tongue into your entrance a little to collect your leaking juices. Your throbbing clit was only teased with three fleeting flicks before the warmth of his head was gone again. You groan impatiently.

“You’re not going to eat me out?” You couldn’t help the disappointment in your tone.

“Nope. I have other plans.” Jimin moves to your side and leans on his elbow by your head. He slips one hand down your body and shoves a finger into you without warning, causing you to moan loudly, your sweet voice music to his ears. “But you like this too, don’t you?” He comments, adding in a second finger after a few short pumps. You were so wet his fingers slid right in. “Fuck (Y/n), are you clenching around me? You’re so fucking tight.”

All you could do was moan in response because you honestly didn’t have any words for him. Before tonight you had never really thought about him in a sexual way– ok maybe once or twice– but you definitely didn’t see yourself ever doing anything sexual with him, and now he had two fingers shoved deep inside of you, commenting on how tight you were. And you loved every second of it.

“Do you know you’re beautiful? Gorgeous actually.” Jimin whispered while staring at your face. You turn to look at him and immediately lock eyes, his stare heating you from the inside out. There was so much love in the way he looked at you that you felt yourself blush. Or maybe it was lust that you saw. “I’m not sure if your ex ever told you that, but I think it every time I look at you.”

He pressed his lips to yours shyly and you found it sweet how he could be so bashful with you even in a situation like this. How could you not realize that he felt this way about you for so long? His fingers explored the inside of your cavern, searching for something, wiggling and prodding at your walls until you gasped and grabbed his wrist. A thin smile crossed Jimin’s plump lips as he curled his fingers into the spot, observing the way your back curved at the feeling. A sense of accomplishment filled his chest as he worked at your g-spot with a consistent pace, amusement in his eyes as you moaned his name and squeezed his arm.

“Jimin, that feels so good.” You whine when he runs his thumb over your nub in pace with his fingers. A familiar warmth grew in the pit of your stomach and you almost wanted to fight it. There was no way he was that good. You couldn’t possibly be this close to coming already. Hot lips found your neck and you groaned at the sensation of him sucking on your tender skin. The way your walls begin to contract around him alerts Jimin to how close you are.

“Are you close? Can you cum for me?” He asks, voice almost teasing as he adds more pressure on your clit and pushes his fingers into you harder. Your eyes flick to his body laying next to yours, your eyes finding his cock, neglected and pink, patiently waiting to be put to use. The thought of it being inside you pushed you closer to your rapidly approaching orgasm and you bit your lip as you tried to imagine what it would feel like. It seemed much bigger than the fingers that were lodged in your entrance. Jimin must have thought the same thing because before you knew it, he was pushing a third finger in alongside the others. The way they stretched you had you gasping for air and bucking your hips up into his hand. He twisted his wrist as he moved in and out, biting his lip, thinking about how close he was to finally fucking you.

Your furrowed eyebrows and tightly closed eyes made it look like you were in pain but your moans let him know that you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. It was amazing to you how good he was at this. From what you knew, Jimin didn’t sleep around often, but his skills told you that he had a lot of experience. Anticipation built within you as you thought about how his hips moved on the dance floor, your heart pounding as you imagined how he would be able to use them to pleasure you. Your walls began to clench around his fingers when he bent down to take one of your nipples in his mouth again, the heat shooting straight down to your core. The butterflies were going wild in the pit of your stomach and you could feel that you wouldn’t last long.

“Mmm I-I’m close, fuck.” You whimper as he pushes his fingers harder into you. The wet sounds that fill your ears drives Jimin crazy and only makes him go faster, caressing your spot endlessly, desperate to push you to your high. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You rush. Soon enough, your body tightens up all at once and rippling waves of pleasure shake you as his thumb continues to work at your swollen bud. Instinctively, your legs curl upwards and you try to clamp your thighs around his hand, body becoming sensitive as he keeps his steady movements. You peek open your eyes barely enough to see the look on Jimin’s face. It’s a look of amazement and disbelief, as if he had just witnessed a miracle, soaking in the fact that he had just watched you cum around his fingers, that your pleasure was all because of him.

You push his hand away eventually when you can’t take it anymore and he snaps out of his trance. He’s sweating and breathing just as heavily as you are.

“Wow,” Without a moment’s hesitation, he shoots up and reaches over you to dig in his nightstand. He retracts his hand holding a foil package and your eyes light up once you realize what was about to happen. He was about to fuck you. Were you ready for this? Were you sure you wanted this? Is he just your rebound? No, no, no, absolutely not. You were disgusted by your last thought as you quickly shake it away, your heart arguing with your brain that you actually do have feelings for your best friend and aren’t just doing this in the spur of the moment. You stop him before he rips the package.

“I’m on the pill.”

Jimin sighs in relief but looks at you. He didn’t really care all that much at this point, he just wanted to be inside of you, but he also wanted to make sure you were sure. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he was close so he needed know you trusted your decision before things got started. With a final, more confident nod, you gave him permission to proceed and he placed the condom to the side before hovering over you. He looked in your eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance, teasing your slit with his engorged tip, pulling a gasp from you. You rolled your hips when he slid himself between your folds, grazing over your already sensitive clit with his hot skin, sending shivers down your body. He smiled at you as he repeated this a few times, getting a reaction from you with every movement he made.

Jimin~!” You whined, not being able to handle his teasing any longer. He silenced you by slapping his length against your dripping core, causing you to whimper and flinch. Finally, he decided to give into his desire and give you what you both wanted. With a reassuring smirk, he placed his tip against your slit and let your juices lubricate him, taking advantage of your post-orgasm wetness. Slowly, he pushed himself all the way in, watching you for any signs of discomfort as he struggled to keep his body under control. There was little resistance as he slid inside of you, the stretch feeling more amazing than you could have imagined. Jimin held eye contact with you the entire time, watching to see your reactions as you both moaned at the feeling, the intimacy making your heart flutter and face heat up.

“Oh fuck, (Y/n),” He moaned when he was fully sheathed inside, gentle hands rubbing soothingly up your sides. “How are you still so fucking tight?” Jimin pulled out until only his tip was connected to you, before pushing himself back in with a grunt. You moaned as he moved with shallow thrusts, testing the waters to make sure you were fully adjusted. He bent down to capture your lips, nipping at the flesh as he took his time getting used to the sensation of you wrapping around him like a warm velvety blanket. The way he was gently fucking you felt good, but you both craved more. The shakiness of his breaths told you that he was holding back and that was exactly what you didn’t want him to do, so you bucked up into him harshly to let him know what you wanted. He stuttered for a moment, looking into your expectant eyes as you raised your brows at him. With one more gentle thrust, he adjusted himself and let go of all restraint.

Building up a fast pace almost immediately, he moved your legs so they were up in the air, his hips smacking into the back of your thighs with each thrust. He leaned back on his haunches and threw your legs over his shoulders, grabbing a tight hold on your waist. The look on his face sent shockwaves through your body. He looked like he was in paradise as he watched himself disappear in and out of your dripping entrance.

“Jimin, you’re so big,” You whimpered as he dared to go deeper. The sensation of his member was different from what you were used to, but you had to admit, it felt a whole lot better than when you were with your ex. He continued to stare at you as he bit down on his bottom lip, a ocean of emotions crashing down on him. He couldn’t believe that this was real, but just in case it wasn’t or if somehow you would regret this in the morning, he would make the most out of the opportunity and enjoy every second. You threw your head back when his hand made contact with your ass, the slapping noise resonating within the confines of his room. Your walls tightened unconsciously around him and he almost came right then from the unexpected tightness.

“Oh shit, (Y/n), don’t do that or I’m gonna cum. I want this to last…” He whispered, fingers digging into your sides. He slowed down the pace a bit but he still shook you every time he plunged into you.

“I c-can’t help it, you feel so good.” You stuttered out, thoughts already leaving you. He grinned at the expression on your face, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut in bliss. One of his hands snaked down between your legs, running the pads of his fingertips along your clit, teasing you with light touches. The other hand ran along the length of your torso to pinch at your nipples. Taking one of your breasts into his warm palm, he massaged you as he began to accelerate the pace of his hips again. You moaned as you felt him on all of your sensitive areas, knowing that he was watching your every move with darkened eyes.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours resonated throughout the room, mixing with his soft groans and your whimpers. The feeling of him inside of you was electric and when he crossed your legs in one hand, he seemed to get bigger, filling you up heavily with the added tightness. And when he slowed his pace to rotate and grind his hips against you, you couldn’t stop moaning his name. He reveled in the sound of his name on your lips, pushing him to squeeze your breasts harder and thrust into you faster.

“You like this, baby girl?” He asked, a sinful smirk painted on his lips as he eyes you with a lustful gaze. “You like the way I fuck you?” A side of him that you had never seen before was revealing itself to you. He looked dangerously sexy and the more he got carried away in the feeling of you, the more dirty words spewed from his luscious lips.

“Mhmm,” You nod, lacking the oxygen and words to form a proper reply.

“Let me hear you say it, baby girl. Or should I stop?” He teased and you protested in an outburst, eyes shooting open to look at him pleadingly.

“No!! Don’t stop baby, I fucking love it.” Hearing the words fall from your mouth, Jimin thrusted harder into you, causing you to moan out.

“Has he ever made you feel this good? Has he ever treated your pussy right?” Jimin asks, dropping your legs so he can lean over you to look you in the eye.

“…Who?” If you were being completely honest, you had no idea who he was referring to. All thoughts of your ex boyfriend had been replaced the moment Jimin entered you and now all you could think about was being wrapped in his embrace. He chuckled, taking your reply as an answer to his questions. One hand slid down your side, down your ass to your thigh, and lifted it to wrap around his slim waist while his other hand found yours and intertwined your fingers. He used his nose to nudge the sweaty hair from your neck before leaning down and littering it with kisses and marks.

“You deserve so much better than him. You should be treated like royalty.” He whispered huskily as he nibbled on your earlobe. The deep sound sent shivers down your spine as you panted in his ear, giving his hand a squeeze as he hit new depths inside you. Jimin was possessive, you knew this, but you never thought he would be this possessive over you specifically. The way his voice lowered and how his body trapped you underneath him, told you that he wanted you all to himself, that he wanted to be the one to treat you right. You couldn’t deny it though, this side of him was turning you on beyond belief, as if you weren’t already dripping wet.

The rolling motion of his hips against you was heavenly. With his body pressed so tightly against yours, you could feel his every movement, every muscle flexing as he fucked you deep and hard. His pelvis rubbed your clit nicely and the sensation made your toes curl, a hand flying to grip his hair. Wet lips sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, just below your ear, until he couldn’t take it anymore and lifted his head to satisfy his hunger for your mouth. Jimin slipped his tongue past your lips almost immediately, moaning at your taste. The feeling of his mouth on yours and his hand kneading and smacking the flesh of your ass was almost too much for you and you felt the knot in your lower belly start to tighten again.

“H-harder Jimin,” You moan onto his lips, eliciting a deep growl from his throat as he pulled away. He moved your leg from his waist and held it out to the side, pushing himself off of his elbows and onto his hands for leverage to pound into you. The headboard hit the wall each time he rocked into you, adding to the cacophony of noises filling the room. Skin slapping, sweat dripping, you were a mess of bodies tangled on his bed sheets. He enjoyed the way your breasts jumped with the force of every slam of his hips and how you bit down on your lips to stop yourself from screaming. Suddenly he was pulled into a trance, studying your body as it reacted strongly to everything he did, the sight of pleasuring you way more satisfying than even his most vivid fantasies of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you feel amazing.” Jimin moved his grip to your hips and lifted them off the bed as he rose to his knees. There was little time for you to adjust before he was slamming into you at full speed, fingers wound tightly into the sheets, moans going up in both pitch and volume. He was panting above you, sweat cascading down his long neck and sculpted torso as he concentrated on pleasuring you.

“Ah~ Jimin, like that!” You barely had enough breath to whine out the words, his cock stealing the air right out of your lungs. The angle that your hips were at allowed him to deliver mind blowing pleasure every time he inserted himself back into you, his fingers digging bruises into your hips to keep you in place. The sounds he was making only drove you closer to the edge, his loud moans and grunts of your name making you clench even tighter around his throbbing member.

“Shit, (Y/n), I can feel you pulsing. You gonna cum again?” He asked, a small smirk spreading across his lips. You moan out something close to a yes and you can see the way his jaw clenches at how sexy you sound. “Tell me: who’s making you feel so good?”

“You Jimin, I fucking love your cock!!” He hummed in approval and rewarded you with an extra hard thrust. You wouldn’t even be able to imagine how many times he’s dreamed of hearing you saying that.

“That’s right,” He growled. “I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” He breathed between pants.

“Oh God, I’m g-gonna–” You trailed off as you completely lost your train of thought. He was pounding into you mercilessly and you felt like you could explode at any moment. All that was leaving you were helpless moans of Jimin’s name as you chased after your second high. At some point your hand traveled between your legs and now found your clit, working at it feverishly. Jimin groaned at the sight.

“Go 'head baby, cum on my cock. Let me feel you.” He encouraged as your fingers worked faster. His hands lowered you slightly to accommodate your trembling limbs and the new angle sent you flying over the edge with a loud whine of his name. Your walls squeezed him hard and he almost doubled over at the feeling, your fluttering walls dragging him deeper into the depths of bliss. He slowed down slightly for you as you shook violently, vision blurring in the blinding wall of ecstasy, and you weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore; hell, you didn’t care. When you couldn’t take it any more, Jimin pulled out and dropped your hips.

“Your mouth,” He sounded frantic as he gripped his dick and pumped it harshly, waiting for you to scramble onto your wobbly knees in front of him. You looked up at his face and took his tip into your mouth, causing a moan to rip from his throat. His hand movements got faster as you used the tip of your tongue to tease his head, licking over the slit lightly and circling around it before taking it between your lips.

“(Y/n),” He strained. “C-can I cum in your mouth?” As soon as you nodded his muscles tightened up, his veiny hand pulling out his release with every stroke. The white liquid spurted out onto your tongue and you opened your mouth to let him see the view. Jimin grunted your name as he came undone, groaning when your mouth wrapped around him again to suck every last drop from him. He removed his hand and you gave him a couple of deep sucks before you released him from your mouth, a trail of saliva and semen connecting your lips and his tip. With one big gulp, you swallowed everything he had given you and stuck out your tongue to show him the evidence.

“Mmm,” You hummed as he came down to kiss you.

“Why are you so fucking hot?” He groaned as he plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of his chest.

You sat in silence for a while, letting the reality of what you had just done sink in. You and your best friend just fucked. What did that mean? You hoped it was something good. Jimin was the first one to break the silence.

“Please say something.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know, just, something.” He sighed. “We just fucked, (Y/n). There has to be a million things running through your head right now.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute, feeling his heart rate go up as you held him in suspense. “I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” You look up at him. “You already know how I feel, I just want to know how you feel; If this was a mistake.” He looks away from you and your hand comes up to his cheek.

“No. What we just did was not a mistake.” His gaze falls back on you. “You just gave me the best orgasms I’ve ever had and made me feel more loved than I’ve ever felt the entire time I’ve been with my ex. You did nothing wrong.” You smiled up at him and he returned it easily. You wondered how he was so effortlessly perfect and why you had never realized it until today.

“I can make you feel like that every day if you want.” The flirtatiousness in his voice made you giggle and blush, but you’d take him up on that offer any day.

“I thought you said you didn’t do friends with benefits situations?”

“I don’t, I want you to be my girlfriend, not my fuck buddy silly.” He laughs and you feel your heart skip a beat at the thought.

“And I want you to be my boyfriend.” You, becoming Park Jimin’s girlfriend. Dating your best friend that you’ve probably been in love with forever. It felt good thinking about it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.” He beams, closing his eyes as your words echo in his mind. “Every time I saw you, I imagined myself as your boyfriend. Holding your hand, telling you how much I love you, going on dates, taking you home afterwards…” You roll your eyes. “I was so jealous of that asshole because he had you and he treated you like you were less than your worth. You deserved better, someone who can make you happy.”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true! And I can be that better person. I can be the person that makes you happy and supports you; I’ve been doing it for years. I just want you to accept that I love you; more than just a friend. And I don’t want you to regret this.”

“Jimin, the only thing I regret is not realizing this sooner. And considering I’m still laying in your bed naked, I think it’s safe to say that I’m okay with this whole thing. More than okay.” You trace a finger down his chest and it gives him goosebumps.

“So… are we dating now?”

“Yes.” You laugh. “And in case it’s still unclear, I love you too.”

Reaching up, you plant a kiss on his lips to seal the deal and he gladly reciprocates it, relishing in the comforting feeling of your lips on his. “I love you a thousand times more.”

“Pft, cheesy.”

“Shut up.” He laughs.

You roll off of him so he can get up and turn off the lights, realizing that it was way past your bedtime and actually almost morning. He comes back and pulls the sheets over your bodies, allowing you to cuddle into the warmth his side.

“Oh God, what are we going to tell the others?” You groan, thinking of all the teasing you’ll get from your friends later, especially Hani.

“Well, you can tell them how big you think my dick is and I’ll tell them about how I made you scream my name.” Jimin grinned through the darkness, giggling when you hit him on the chest. “What’s wrong with telling them we’re dating?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel like being teased about all the hickies you left on me.” You complain. 


“I can give you more if you want.” Before you knew it, Jimin’s lips were on you again leaving playful marks for the whole world to see while you laughed along, enjoying his company, feeling truly loved for the first time in a while as he held you in his arms.


A/N: Ya girl just finished her first month of senior year and things were a little crazy for a while. Since I never really had a schedule in the first place, I’ll probably just post randomly whenever I can get anything written and edited (wait, don’t I already do that?) but I’ll try to keep writing and working on my skills. Feedback is appreciated :) Hope you enjoyed!!

Gotta Get Better. (Pt. I)

Summary: Singers, Y/N and Harry, have been in a relationship for 3 and half years. Comfortable around each other, the couple have been there for each other during a lot, that until life decides to turn upside down.

Italics are flashbacks.


“You have been together for a year, is that correct?” Miranda, the interviewer for Vogue asked you.

You smiled, nodding. “Yes, it is.”

“And how would you describe Harry? Does it ever get hard with both of your careers?”

You took a breath, “We’re both doing what we love and it was basically how we met. I would never describe our relationship as hard, just needs a bit more effort than normal ones because of our careers and distance but like, we love each other and that’s all that matters. You know what they always say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.”


“So now what? You’re leaving? That’s what you’re going to do?” You followed Harry who was storming through the apartment, jaw clenching before snatching his car keys. “Harry, just talk to me, goddammit!”

Harry stopped, shutting his eyes before sighing and looking behind him where you stood, lip quivering as you fiddled with his oversized sweatshirt’s sleeves that you had worn. “I need to think.”

“And I need you to think with me, Harry.”  


“Harry, you look great. Does that have to do with a certain someone?” Jimmy Kimmel asked, making the 3 boys snicker and Harry to chuckle under his breath, looking at his mates for help.

“Uh, thanks for the compliment.You’re looking rather dashing yourself.” He replied smoothly, trying to stifle his wide smile.

“Are you trying to be sneaky? It’s not working.” Jimmy shook his finger, pursing his lips.

Harry felt Liam slap his back as his mates laughed at him. “Not so quick.” Louis said, laughing.

Harry blushed, shaking his head as he looked at his lap. “It has to do with my incredible mates and wonderful fans.”

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Prompt List of Sarcasm
  1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 
  2. “Define normal.” 
  3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 
  4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 
  5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 
  6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 
  7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 
  8. “And you wonder why you’re still single.” 
  9. “Remind me to kill you. Please.” 
  10. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 
  11. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 
  12. “Were you dropped on your head?” 
  13. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 
  14. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 
  15. “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 
  16. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 
  17. “If I survive, can I go home?” 
  18. “My middle finger salutes you.” 
  19. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 
  20. “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 
  21. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 
  22. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 
  23. “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 
  24. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 
  25. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 
  26. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
  27. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 
  28. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 
  29. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 
  30. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 
  31. “I need therapy after this.” 
  32. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 
  33. “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 
  34. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 
  35. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 
  36. “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 
  37. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 
  38. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 
  39. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 
  40. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 
  41. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 
  42. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 
  43. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 
  44. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 
  45. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 
  46. “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 
  47. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 
  48. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 
  49. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 
  50. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 
  51. “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 
  52. “You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 
  53. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 
  54. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 
  55. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 
  56. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 
  57. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” 
  58. “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.” 
  59. “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 
  60. “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 
  61. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 
  62. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 
  63. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 
  64. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 
  65. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 
  66. “I like you. You’re different.” 
  67. “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 
  68. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 
  69. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 
  70. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 
  71. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 
  72. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 
  73. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 
  74. “I care so little, I almost passed out.” 
  75. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 
  76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 
  77. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 
  78. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 
  79. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 
  80. “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 
  81. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 
  82. “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 
  83. “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 
  84. “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 
  85. “Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 
  86. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 
  87. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 
  88. “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 
  89. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 
  90. “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 
  91. “The girl is strange no question.” 
  92. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 
  93. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 
  94. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 
  95. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
  96. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 
  97. “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 
  98. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
  99. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 
  100. “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 
  101. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 
  102. “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 
  103. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 
  104. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 
  105. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 
  106. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 
  107. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 
  108. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 
  109. “Such big evil in such a little thing.” 
  110. “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 
  111. “What does not kill you will likely try again.” 
  112. “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.” 
  113. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 
  114. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 
  115. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 
  116. “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”
  117. “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 
  118. “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 
  119. “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 
  120. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

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