now take it to the bedroom and realize that bed is a piece of shit

Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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anonymous asked:

hello sweets!! I was wondering if you've done apartment!au for bts??? It's a bit much so can you just do maknae line for now?? Pretty please with a 🍒 on top,?☺️ thank u~

Jimin

  • sweet boy with a sweet smile and a sweet personality and wow did i mention the word sweet???
  • he’s a little clueless to his popularity in the neighborhood like sometimes he’ll find notes stuck to his apartment door from some of the highschoolers that live in the building and they’re like love confessions like “jimin,,,,,,i like you so much!! let’s walk down the flower road together xoxo ~ secret admirer from the 9th floor”
  • and jimin is like “my neighbors are so nice to me, look at this note namjoon” and namjoon is like “,,,,,,,,,i don’t think this is ‘nice neighbors’ i think this person has a crush on you” and jimin is like oN me??? why would they have a crush on me 0000:
  • everyone in a 10 mile radius: because you’re the cutest boy in the world what kind of question is that
  • and jimin loves bright colors,,,,i think he’d have lots of yellow in his house,,,,,,like yellow curtains in his kitchen and yellow slippers,,,,,idk why he just seems like he’d want to have a really lively aesthetic going on
  • and he’d be neat ,,,, and would love having people over like he’d meet someone and in a day be like “you should come over sometime ^^” like he’s just a nice open person,,,,,,,it’s so refreshing
  • but he’s also a little shy around those he likes romantically which is why jimin always gets stuttery around you when you see him in the mornings and you’re like “hi!!!” and he’s like “h,,,hello,,,” and you always think he must be scared of you or something because he isn’t as upbeat and as talkative with you as he is with the other neighbors
  • and that makes you a bit upset,,,,,so you decide that you’re gonna prove that you’re a good neighbor by baking him a cake,,,,,,,,,the only problem is: you cannot bake
  • and when you’re done, and you’re sure you followed the recipe correctly, you can’t help but look at the cake as it’s slowly falling apart and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,this isn’t going to work,,,he’s going to think i hate him or something wlrgjsa
  • so you go out and you buy a cake instead and you knock on his door and when jimin opens it he’s like ,,,,,very surprised to see you and you’re like
  • “i know we don’t talk much,,,,and that’s rude of me neighbors should get to know each other so i made this,,,,,,,as a welcoming gift???”
  • and jimin is like “ive,,,ive lived here for over a year” and you’re like i k NOW,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,here 
  • and jimin takes it, his face gone completely red and he’s like thank,,,,,,thank,,,,,tha-thank you
  • and you’re like are you ok??? you’re redder than a lobster
  • and jimin is like iM FINE,,,,,,,,,,do,,,,,,do you wanna,,,,,,,,,,eat this with me,,,,,,
  • and you two end up sitting awkwardly at jimin’s dining table and jimin hands you a slice of cake with shakey hands and you’re like,,,,,,he seems so scared of me what do i do
  • and suddenly you’re like “im,,,,,,,im not mean” and jimin is like ????? and you’re like “i always think that you dislike me,,,,,but really im nice!! i think,,,,,,did i do something to scare you???” and jimin is like “nO,,,,,,nO,,,,,,it’s not that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and he looks down and tries to distract himself with eating cake but then he’s like “wait- is this,,,,,,,,,,,is this from,,,,,,the store down the block?” and you’re FRICK im caught and you’re like sorry i tried to bake one but,,,,,it came out bad so i bought one
  • and jimin is like you did all of this for me??? and you’re like YEAH i don’t want us to be neighbors that are cold with each other,,,,,,
  • and jimin kind of smiles sadly and he’s like “just neighbors,,,,right”
  • and you’re like wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do you,,,,,,,,do you want something more
  • and jimin is like WHAT WHO SAID THAT UM THIS CAKE IS THE BEST MY FAVORITE FLAVOR OF CAKE YUM
  • and you’re looking at him,,,,,,realizing slowly that the redness in his face isn’t because he’s sick,,,,,,,,but omg park jimin has a c r u s h on you

Taehyung

  • the neighbor who you see at really odd hours of the night,,,,,like,,,,,,why is only getting home at 4 am???? is he ordering pizza at 8am???? what is his schedule 
  • would own like 40 dogs but the building has a no pets policy and it’s killing taehyung,,,,,,,,,he literally has to go over to his friends houses who have pets to get his daily dose of cuddling puppies otherwise he’ll get depressed 
  • the neighbors who have had a chance to speak with him all think he’s very,,,,,,,laidback and more than likely you’ll see him hanging around in the parking lot of the building skateboarding around or playing with strays that he feeds
  • and his own apartment is full of second-hand furniture he got from his parents and friends and he has posters up of like classic horror movies that are like peeling off the wall
  • and he used to play music outloud,,,but people would complain so he switched to just playing it through his headphones and pretending to like air guitar on his sofa 
  • and speaking of which,,,,,,he actually doesn’t have a bed because he was like what’s the point i can sleep on my couch or on my beanbag or on the floor,,,,,,,,taehyung literally doesn’t care is what im trying to say
  • his bedroom is just bookshelves (which are falling apart) full off old toys and cds and skateboards pilled up and baseball caps 
  • but it somehow manages not to be messy,,,,just kind of like very down-to-earth like him
  • and you know taehyung likes animals you’ve seen him wear shirts with dog faces like one five different occasions also he once rescued a kitten that was getting picked on by younger kids
  • and so when the landlord says she’ll be coming around to chat with you in your apartment about your new air conditioner you’re like “i need to hide my baby,,,,my angel,,,,,,,,my cat,,,,,,Mr. Tubs”
  • and you knock on taehyungs door hoping he’ll answer and to your relief he does,,,,,,,and you’re pretty sure there’s a noddle stuck to his cheek but you’re like “hey hey i know we don’t talk much but the landlord is coming up in five minutes and i need you to hide Mr. Tubs for me”
  • and taehyung is like whose Mr. Tubs and you like hand him the duffel bag and your cats head peeks out and you’re like “qUICK go inside ill be back in half an hour to get him”
  • and taehyung is standing there with your cat in a bag as he watches you run off
  • and he looks down and he’s like “hey Mr. Tubs” and your cat is like,,,meow who are you jokes jokes
  • but yes after you talk with the landlord you’re back to see taehyung and when you knock on the door you realize it’s open and when you step inside you see taehyung sitting on the floor of his living room, Mr. Tubs peacefully napping in his lap and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,my cat likes him better than he likes me is taehyung Magical
  • and you’re like “heY hope Mr. Tubs wasn’t too much!!!!” and taehyung is like “your cat is awesome” and you’re like thank,,,,,you
  • and taehyung is like “do you think you can let him stay here,,,,,while he naps,,,,,,he’s just so nice” and you’re like ok they really did bond in this half hour
  • and you’re like “sure,,,,,,,,,,um,,,,,ill,,,,,go?” and taehyung’s like “no, you can stay if you want we can play like monopoly or something”
  • and you pull out the old board game from under a pile of what looks like notebooks and stuff and you open it and like half the pieces are missing but it’s whatever you and taehyung have a good time anyway
  • and he makes you laugh??? and like he’s so comfortable to be around because he’s so easy going
  • and you’re like ‘you skate right??’ and he’s like not well but you’re like pfft please id love to learn and taehyung’s like “yo ill teach you”
  • and you kind of blush a bit because he smiles so wide and he’s actually really handsome??? and before you know it two hours has gone by and Mr. Tubs wakes up only to walk from taehyungs lap and plop down into yours
  • and you’re like “ill take this rascal back home now,,,,so he can sleep in his bed and not on my neighbors” and taehyung laughs but he’s like bring him over again anytime and hey,,,,,,,tomorrow at 7 are you free?
  • and you’re like pm??? and taehyung is like no am and you’re like what who wakes up that early tomorrow is sunday and taehyung is like “well it’s a good time for me to teach you how to skate ^^”
  • and gdi you’re actually agreeing to get up early on a weekday because hey,,,,,,,,,,he is really cute,,,,,,,,,,

Jungkook 

  • don’t even try to argue with me on this: jungkook collects actions figures and anime figures and those little nintendo figures,,,,,,,,,you know what i mean
  • has them like displayed on a shelf above his computer and gets really excited about packages because you guessed it: it’s a new figure
  • like he doesn’t have a bunch, he just gets the ones that are like of his favorite characters and also,,,,,,,,he seems like the type to own the soundtracks from his favorite games
  • and other than that,,,,,,like nothing matters to him
  • like he’s got his computer for gaming, and his bed for sleeping what else is there to life
  • uses his living room as a closet really like the armchair has clothes piled up on it and comic books 
  • he eats at a low table that he forgets to clean so when jin comes over he’s like “jungkook. look at this. look at these crumbs”
  • jungkook: “listen,,,,,,,mom” 
  • jin: “what did you say?”
  • jungkook: “nothing i said i was gonna go get napkins to clean off the crumbs,,,,,,,”
  • and the neighbors all think he’s cute and some1 once asked him if he was still in high school and jungkook was like,,,,,no,,,,,,,,,i graduated and the person was like oh my i thought you were 16
  • and jungkook wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or,,,,,,,
  • but also he kind of keeps to himself so he doesn’t have a lot of close friends in his building and you and him don’t really speak but one day,,,,you end up with a strange package at your door
  • and at first you think it’s that rice cooker you bought but when you open it you pull out this figure and you’re like wtf is a sasuke uchiha
  • and then you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,wait this isn’t mine
  • and you see jungkooks name on the box and you’re like SHIT I OPENED MY NEIGHBORS MAIL THAT’S A CRIME
  • so you quickly try to put some tape on it and make it look untouched but it’s so obvious you ripped it open but you’re like maybe,,,,,,maybe he won’t be mad he seems like a nice dude
  • so you take the package and you ring his doorbell and jungkooks like ??? and you’re like “this is,,,,,,,,yours,,,,,,,,i accidentally opened it but,,,,,,,,,,,,,i swear i didn’t break anything!!!!! sasuke is alright!!!”
  • and jungkook is like “god bless sasuke is alright” and you’re like “he looks cool is he from a game?”
  • and wow you know when you ask people who are super passionate about something and their eyes light up WELL
  • and before you know it you’re standing there listening to the subplot of naruto and sasuke’s rivalry and you’re like,,,,,,what is happening but 
  • jungkook looks so adorable listing off his favorite episodes that you’re like you know what whatever let’s talk about this
  • and jungkook asks you if you’re into any games/movies/shows and you’re like YEAH i have a few favorites
  • and you two are totally bonding in the hallway over geeky stuff but then you’re also like
  • “you’ve been holding that box up for like the last 45 minutes doesn’t your hand hurt??”
  • and jungkook is like “nah, i work out look!”
  • and he rolls up his sleeve innocently to show you his muscles and you’re like WOAH WHAT
  • and jungkook is like teehee my hyungs call me the ‘hulk’ isn’t that cute?? and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,ok he’s adorable but he’s also strong but he’s also funny but he’s also swole,,,,,,,,huh,,,,,,perfect dare i say,,,,,,,,,bf material
  • first date: binge-watching your favorite shows while getting to know each other better by playing 20 questions LOL 
Punishment (Yoongi x Reader)

Pairing: Yoongi/Suga x Reader
Rating: M
Gerne: Wouldn’t you know it? It’s smut.

Words: 2,614

Warnings: bondage, orgasm denial, etc.

Summary: You want to have sex. Yoongi wants to nap. You’re having none of it.

A/N: I literally wrote this in one afternoon. smh I don’t think it’s my best work but it’s something. Anyway, Reblogs/Comments/Favs always appreciated!


When you’d started dating Yoongi you’d known of the fact that he is lazy. On his time off he likes to lay in bed and do nothing—maybe he’ll read a book and make some ramen or take a shower, but that’s it. He cherishes his off days like an old man, and sometimes that upsets you honestly.

Your relationship has lasted this long because 1.) You understand how Yoongi’s mind works and how busy he is and 2.) You’re pretty easygoing yourself. However…you have needs. And you know he has needs too, so sometimes you just don’t get it.

“I’m not really feeling it right now,” he tells you, yawning as he turns on his heel and swaggers back towards your room. He flops face first onto the mattress and you stare in appalment.

“Come ‘n nap with me,” he grumbles into the sheets at seeing your unhappy look, and you scoff.

“Enjoy your nap Yoongi,” you say, tone clipped as you turn away and trudge into the living room. You hear him mumble something in your wake but, of course, he doesn’t get up to come after you. Yoongi hates confrontation, after all—and you’ll get over at some point, just like you always do.

But…not this time, you decide. Not this time—not when Min Yoongi had just showed up to your apartment without warning and passed out on your bed. If he had brought food or had even kissed you and suggested a movie, then maybe you would’ve been in a better mood, but without speaking more than a “hello” he had dragged himself into your room and promptly passed out.

Think again, bitch.

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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Varsity Jackets and Peaches - Part 2

hope u guys like!!!!

words: 9k

warning: homophobic slurs, swearing, and heavy sexual content

Summary: Dan Howell hates him. He hates that black haired boy that wears a varsity jacket and smells like peaches and oh goes by the name Phil Lester. He takes joy out of ruining Dan’s life and he hates him. Well he hates him until a round of spin the bottle commences and everything changes between the two. 

read part one here

  “I’m actually going to punch you in the face, Lester.”

“Bring it, Howell.”

Dan lifted his arm and he grunted when feeling Phils fingers wrap around his wrist. He glared and struggled  

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

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Hot Mess

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the boarding house for hours and doesn’t answer any of his calls or texts until she listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼‍♀️ thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only

Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship

A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo


“Damon stop fucking calling…” You muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned it off and tossed it in your bag.

You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law, his tone dangerous.

You knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend. You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.

Damon wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you. You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder as if to prove a point.

“I’m not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.

His eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids because one of them is her boyfriend.”

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highwarlockkareena  asked:

'i'm going to have to start writing alec being scrunched up next to magnus' - tell us more about how magnus' bed isn't quite big enough for them

the first time magnus really noticed it, it was a tuesday afternoon and he’d just stepped through a portal back into the loft after a meeting negotiating the sale of an old book of spells with a couple of warlocks. the meeting had gone on far longer than he had anticipated and time had seemed to be something like a leaky faucet, dripping too slowly and making magnus want to crawl out of his skin.

he was out now though, the loft greeting him bright and cheery with bright sunlight spilling through the curtains as he scrolled through his phone. he had about an hour until his next client and he wanted to change into something a bit more comfortable. it wasn’t necessary but at the moment he didn’t feel like summoning anything in a 3 piece suit, something lighter seemed more appropriate.

or at least that’s what he had been thinking until he came to an abrupt halt in the doorway to the bedroom, caught in streaming sunlight because of the sight laid out before him. there on top of his deep burgundy sheets, alec was a splash of black clothes and runed skin, all curled up in on himself on one side of the bed. the first thing magnus noticed was that his t-shirt had ridden up, exposing his stomach and all of the dark hair that spilled down his torso and disappeared into his pants.

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We Have No Privacy

Bucky x Reader

Summary: you and Bucky have a secret relationship that you hide from the other Avengers. Or so you think ;)

Word Count: 1636

Warnings: cursing + fluff

A/N: I can do requests just fyi :) honestly I don’t have much to say other than the fact that I’m listening to my happy song right now: Without Question from The Road to El Dorado. I recommend 💛


“Which one of you punks finished the popcorn?” Bucky growls. I chuckle.

“I’ll go make more.” I offer, taking the empty bowl from his hands. “This movie is lame, anyway.” I get up from the couch, winking. Nat follows closely behind me, rolling her eyes.

“They have the weirdest taste in movies, I swear.” I nod in agreement, pitter-pattering on the wooden floor in my bare feet, hoodie, and gym shorts. I reach the large, marble kitchen and head to the corner cupboard. Nat hops onto the counter, her big red curls bouncing with her. She huffs sadly. I roll my eyes with a smile.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, rummaging through the shelves. She turns to me and purses her lips.

“What’s wrong is I need to get laid.” she scowls. I laugh, plucking out a bag of microwaveable popcorn kernels and closing the cupboard. I shuffle over to the microwave and press the ‘Popcorn’ button, placing it in and turning it on. I spin around and face Nat.

“Since when did the Black Widow need a man?” I say mockingly. She puffs out her cheeks.

“I don’t need a man.” she scoffs, lowering her voice to a mutter. “I need a dick.” I bring my hand up to my mouth to mask my laughter. “What?” she says incredulously. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.” I shrug, a distracted smile plastering my face.

“I think I’m alright.” I say quietly. Nat raises her eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” she says, hopping off the counter. My cheeks tint pink. I open my mouth to respond, but the microwave dings behind me. I smile nervously.

“Popcorn’s ready.” I say, whipping around and opening the microwave. I pull out the bag, nearly burning my fingers. My hand reaches out for the bowl, dropping the bag into it. I speed-walk back to the screen room, trying to beat Nat back so she won’t ask questions. “Pop-corn!” I sing. I’m met with multiple shushes and complaints. I scowl. “You’re welcome.“I say, sitting in my spot on the couch next to Bucky, whose on my left, and Rhodey on my right. Bucky smiles down at the bowl.

“Thanks, doll.” he says quietly, not looking at me. I bite my bottom lip. Not in a seductive way, but more as a habit. Sam reaches over Bucky and takes the bowl.

“It’s still in the bag!” he says, annoyed. I stick my tongue out at him.

“Then be useful for once and take it out.” He rolls his eyes and rips the bag open. Steve reaches into the bowl, grabbing popcorn and dumping a few pieces on the floor. “Uh-uh, you’re cleanin’ that up.” Sam shakes his head.

Wanda enters the room from the bathroom, plopping in her seat.

“What’d I miss?” she asks. I look back up at the screen, and as I do, feel a warm hand touch my fingers, then intertwine with them and clasp tightly. I sigh quietly.

“I dunno,” I respond, taking a split second to look at the man on my left. “just got here.” There’s a ghost of a smile on his face. I clear my throat. “Hey, dodo bird, pass the popcorn.” I say.


We are picking next time.” Nat scoffs, tugging on her shirt. I nod vigorously.

“I don’t know what the hell goes on in your minds when you watch these things.” I chuckle. Tony stretches his arms in the air, making a loud, drawn out grunt.

“You just don’t understand action movies.” Sam says. I raise my eyebrows.

“You mean the countless sex scenes? Yes, I’m sure you understand those very well.” I shake my head and plunk the empty popcorn bowl into the sink. Everyone begins to bid others farewell, each heading down to their bedrooms. I call goodnight to everyone as I wash the bowl, putting it away. By the time I’m done, everyone is long gone. I turn off the lights behind me and tiptoe in the opposite direction of my room.


My hand wraps around the doorknob, slowly and silently twisting it and pushing the door open. I close it behind me as I walk in, clicking the the lock in place. My bare feet cross the room and crawl into the bed. His arms are wide open, urging me in. The smells of mint leaves and popcorn fill my nostrils. I enter the duvet and lay down facing him, his arms snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. I breathe onto his Adam’s apple, my hands on his bare chest.

“Hey, doll-face.” he says quietly, resting his chin on my hair. I smile at his soft voice.

“Hi.” I whisper.


“Dammit, Barnes, wake up!” a voice speaks distinctly. My eyes open groggily, looking for the source of the noise. I shoot up, realizing someone is at the door. “Barnes!” There’s a loud bang from the other side of the door, Nat slamming her fist down on it over and over again. I shake his chest, earning a groan from the sleeping body beside me.

“Bucky.” I whisper. “Bucky.” He inhales and opens his eyes slowly, responding identically to me at the pounding of the door.

“Shit.” he mutters. He gets out of the bed and moves to the door. I bolt up and tiptoe into the closet as he unlocks the door and opens it.

“Finally.” Nat mutters. “There’s a mission debriefing in an hour.” she says.

“Ok.” Bucky says drowsily, pretending he’s still in a half-asleep state.

“Also, Stark wants you to come into the lab to do some science-y shit with your arm.” I can picture Bucky rolling his eyes without having to witness it.

“Alright.” he says. “I’ll talk to him about it.” The door closes after a moment, and I let out the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. I step out of the closet and look at him. There’s an amused smile on his face, and I roll my eyes.

“Ugh” I groan. “I feel like I’m committing a crime just being around you.” He walks to me and places his hands on my hips, the metal making me shiver even through my hoodie.

“Do you wanna tell them?” he asks. I furrow my brows.

“Not yet. I want it to be just the two of us. For at least a bit longer.” He nods in understanding and leans his head down to touch his lips to mine softly. My fingertips go to his jawline, feeling his scruff. I pull away for a moment. "The debriefing.” I remind him.

“It’s in an hour.” he mumbles, sliding his hands down to the back of my thighs and lifting me up. The familiar, cool feeling of metal on my skin makes goosebumps rise on my legs. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him.

“Yeah, but if I’m not back in my room soon…” I say quietly next to his ear. He grumbles into my chest. I smile as he puts me down and stares at my eyes. The corners of his mouth turn up as he focuses in on me, only me. It’s the most liberating feeling in the world.

“Ok.” he says softly. He leans down and kisses my cheek before leading me to the door, a hand on the small of my back. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes and hugging him tightly. His arms find my waist and fasten me to him. I sigh and let go, turning back to the door and opening it slightly. Looking through each side of the hallway to make sure the coast is clear, I step out of the room and begin walking down the hall. Once I’ve entered the lounge, I see Nat and Steve sitting on the couch, their chests pressed up against the back, looking in my direction. Nat throws her arms in the air.

“I KNEW IT!” she bellows. Steve itches the back of his neck, throwing a twenty dollar bill at Nat. She cackles and falls on her back, throwing her shins around. My eyes widen and I look back down the hall I just emerged from. Bucky’s door is already closed. It takes seconds for me to go beet red. I’m frozen in place. Nat regains herself, both she and Steve looking at me expectantly with smirks of amusement.

“What?” I croak. Nat smiles and gets up, tucking the bill into her pocket. Tony emerges from a hallway, shaking his hair with a towel.

“What is happening?” he says. “Who is yelling?” I begin to sidestep toward my room when a door opens down the hall. Bucky comes out of his room with a shirt and joggers on. He begins to walk towards me, realizing I haven’t moved since I left his room.

“What’s going on?” he says, entering the room. Steve shakes his head at him, smirking.

“Don’t try to play dumb, Bucky. Why didn’t you tell us you two were together?” he asks. Bucky’s eyebrows raise. I look at him and groan. He chuckles sheepishly.

“You guys didn’t know?” Tony says, tossing his towel on the ground behind him.

“You did?” Steve asks. Tony folds his arms.

“You people forget, I built this tower from the ground up. I see everything that goes on. Except in your own bedrooms, which,” Tony raises an eyebrow at Bucky and me, “thank God.”

“We have no privacy in this place.” I mumble. Bucky smiles, clearly unbothered by the situation. I try to follow suit. These are my friends. I shouldn’t shy away from my feelings in front of my friends. I smile nervously, shaking my head and looking at my feet as Nat calls dibs on having our first child be named after her.

The Game {BBH}

Description: “Because it was all a game. A game of who could hurt who first, and you were determined that it wouldn’t be you.”

Genre: (rushed) Smut / Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Warning: infidelity

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader // Kim Jongin x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (this GIF KIM JONGIN IM WEAK)

Originally posted by blondejongin

Baekhyun had been cheating on you for a long time. Everyone knew it, but nobody would really admit it. He was waiting for you to say something…but not yet. You wouldn’t say anything just yet. You were waiting for the day you walked in on him with another girl, you were almost looking forward to it.

Because it was all a game.

A game of who could hurt who first, and you were determined that it wouldn’t be you.

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Arie’s Author’s Corner Week 1/?

I’m going to try to get back to Fic Recs. I do love reading fanfiction and I reblog as often as I can. 

I will LARGELY recommend Jensen and Dean Fics/Series/One Shots/Drabbles/Blurbs However there will be the occasional Jared and Sam. 

With that being said, here are a list of fics that I have recently fallen in love with. 

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Old Love.

- Bobby x Reader

- Angst, fluff

- An exhausted Bobby learns the hard way to be careful with what he wishes for. 

- Random drabble I forgot to post.

- Random S/O: @masual , @muujum thanks for the kind comments 😍😍😘

Originally posted by verygood-climax


The thunderous slam of the front door this late at night could only means one thing, an overworked boyfriend fed up with the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life. You understand his frustration of course, being worked to the bone without having a comeback in months would do that to even a saint. Adding the constant travel for show and lack of sleep had turned the boy with stars in his eyes into an insufferable grump. You never minded being his therapist, being the only person he could complain to without any filter. He’d often laid with his head on your lap, gritting his teeth angrily at one thing or another. You’d just let him talk with a hand smoothing comforting circles over his firm chest, melting his rage back into its cage. Some days he’d ask for your advice knowing just how unreasonable he could get, others, he simply needed a pair of ears. Although rare, sometimes the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life includes you. 

You hadn’t expect him tonight honestly, not after the blow out last night. Curl up in the cold king size bed that might as well have been two twin beds for the past week, you stay quiet, listening intently to any little sound coming from the living room. Jiwon loves skin-ship despite that tough macho image on SMTM and explosive stages of Ikon. He continuously expresses his displeasure in Hanbin lovey dovey gestures but you know for a fact he loves it. He just couldn’t get himself to let the poor boy knows he secretly revels in every moment because Hanbin being the cheeky monkey would never let him live it down. With you in the privacy of your shared apartment, there was not a second spent here that he didn’t have some sort of contact with your skin. You don’t even know what was the point in him buying a bigger bed when he cuddles up to you at night so close, you both use a mere 25% of the spacious bed. Lately however, he’d come home late at night when you’re already asleep and fall into slumber as far away from your body as possible. 

An exasperated groan follows by heavy footsteps yank you out of your reverie of happier time. He was searching for something and for the sake of your peaceful sleep tonight, you hope he finds it soon. Sure enough, a mere second later, the bedroom door swing open with a bang resembles much of the one earlier made by the front door. In burst Jiwon, eyebrows furrow and that sharp jawline clenches under what must be a raging storm. You wanted so bad to just run up to him as always when he gets home and envelop him in a big hug, telling him everything will be okay. Tonight, you don’t dare with the fury that’s flashing bright red on that handsome face. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖

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“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.

“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.

Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.”  He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.

You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.

The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.

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“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”

“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.

“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.

“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”

“What was it about?” Bressie asked.

“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”

“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.

“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.

“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”

Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.

When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.

He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”

You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.

Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.

Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail,  your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.

“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”

“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.

Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”

You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.

“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.

“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.

Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.

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anonymous asked:

I have a Valentine's Day based idea! sorry if it's stupid lolol Basically viktor has planned a day to show yuuri how many people love him to help him understand that he is valued and to help with his anxiety of not being good enough (cause vday can be platonic too!!) but yuuri wakes up and has other plans ;)) and Eros mode is switched on - viktor wants to tell him it's not the best idea BC people might come in but obvs he can't resist ;)) (you decide whether they're caught or not) <3333

Victor had it all planned out. He really did. He just wanted to show Yuuri how important he was, not only to Victor, but to everyone else in his life. Sometimes Yuuri needed to be reminded that it wasn’t only Victor who got his ‘life and love’ from him. What better day to show him that than on Valentine’s Day. A day of love. 

It was supposed to start with a phone-call from Yuuri’s family back home in Japan. They were going to tell him how much they loved him and how much they missed him. And afterwards, Victor was going to give Yuuri a plane ticket home for a long-weekend in a couple months to see them. He wanted to tell Yuuri that his family loved him and missed him.

Then he’d planned for them to take a walk down to the coffeeshop just around the corner with Maccachin where he’d give Yuuri a new collar he’d bought for the poodle. One that had a tag with engraved with: ‘if found, please call Victor and Yuuri at…’. It was supposed to show Yuuri how much a part he was of Victor’s small family. 

Phichit was supposed to call Yuuri after coffee. He’d even asked for a specific time so they wouldn’t be caught in the middle of walking or order coffee. He was going to tell Yuuri how much he missed rooming with him - their late night talks. After, Victor was going to show Yuuri the website he’d been looking at for new couches. Big ones that could fold out into a bed, so when (not if) friends came to visit, they could stay with Yuuri and Victor. 

After that, (and Victor had allowed extra time because Phichit really liked to talk sometimes), they were supposed to head back home where Yurio was going to visit. He was going to stop by on his way to practice and he was going to actually tell Yuuri how much he’d looked up to him in his youth (Victor had bribed him with the promise of choreography for next season). He was going to going to actually use his words to explain how dear Yuuri was to him. And Victor was going to suggest putting together an exhibition piece with all three of them in honour of their strange family dynamic. 

Then they were all supposed to head over to breakfast with Mila, Yurio and Georgi. Victor was going to show Yuuri a video he’d had the triplets back in Hasetsu make with the videos from his phone. He’d already watched it. It was heartwarming. It included scenes of well-wishes from friends at home (Yuuko, Minami, and Minako), and internationally (Guang-hong, Leo, Chris and Phichit, mostly) interspersed with snippets of rink time here in Russia where Yuuri was laughing and skating with his fellow rink-mates. 

Everything was supposed to fall into place. He’d planned it perfectly, he was sure. He wanted to make Yuuri’s heart swell with warmth and joy. Give him something to hold onto when his anxiety became too much; something Victor could remind him of when he was feeling particularly unsettled. It was the perfect sentiment for Valentine’s Day: the day of love, no matter the form. He’d planned it so the morning was for friends and family, an Agape love, with the evening reserved for him and a more Eros sentiment. 

It was supposed to be perfect. But Yuuri had made plans of his own. 


Victor gasps up at Yuuri as he slides his naked body smoothly over Victor’s as soon as their alarm rings. 

“Good morning,” he purrs, eyes dilated and aroused. He’s put on his full Eros persona and is giving Victor a show.   

“Yuuri-” Victor moans. Half of him wants to push his fiancé off, tell him to get dressed in time for his family’s call. The other half of him wants to see where this is going. 

“Shhh,” Yuuri grins, pressing a finger to Victor’s lips. “I have a Valentine’s gift I want to give you.” Victor isn’t going to refuse that. And then Yuuri does something with his mouth that drives any coherent thoughts from his mind

Ten minutes later, when his phone chimes with the call. Yuuri turns on the ‘do not disturb’ function, then throws it behind their pillows somewhere where it’ll be lost for half a day. Victor doesn’t even care. Not when Yuuri’s looking at him that way. Not when Yuuri’s captured his attention so thoroughly. 

It’s only two hours later, when Victor’s hands are tied up and out of the way, and he’s in a blissed-out state - Yuuri is gasping above him - does he hear the harsh slide of jingling keys in the lock of their apartment. 

“Oh, shit, shit,” He curses, “Yuuri, please, love,” he cries, “we need to-”

“Eyes on me only,” Yuuri demands, grabbing Victor’s chin roughly and pulling his attention back to his lover above him, unaware of what’s about to happen. 

Victor hopes dearly Yurio won’t just barge in on them because he’s powerless to stop Yuuri’s Eros right now. Yurio had been reluctant to take the keys to the apartment they’d given him months ago for his very reason - he doesn’t ever want to walk in on them. 

“Oiiii,” Yurio calls from the kitchen, “You guys back yet? Lets get this over with. I’m starving. I wanna go for breakfast.”

Yuuri doesn’t even falter in his rhythm, just raising one eyebrow as if to ask Victor ‘breakfast?’. 

“Yurio!” Victor calls out in the most even voice he can muster. “Just go ahead to breakfast by yourself! We’ll meet with you there!” 

“Huh? Why?” Yurio calls through the door. “I thought you wanted me to confess all that sappy shit to Yuuri. I’m not doing that in public.”

“Sappy shit?” Yuuri asks quietly, but Victor ignores him for a second. 

“Please, just-” he tires to explain, but breaks off with a gasp as Yuuri twists one of his nipples. 

There’s a pause where Victor’s sure Yurio’s right outside their bedroom door. It takes less than a second for Yurio to realizes what’s happening. “Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” He all-but shrieks. “Oh my god! I’m leaving. And you’re taking your key back at breakfast!” He yells, just before he slams their front door shut. 

“I ah, think we should finish up soon here,” Victor says reluctantly, turning his attention back to Yuuri. “We’re supposed to meet for breakfast. Actually, I had this whole romantic morning planned out-” he tries to explain. He’s afraid for a moment that Yuuri will be to embarrassed to continue. 

But his lover just smirks. “They can wait.”

anonymous asked:

Can I just say, I feel like I'm the only one that's extremely irritated with the whole moving theories? Like it's great if they are but in all seriousness, there's a lot to disprove them moving, specially right now with everything going on(vaca). And moving is something serious, not some secret project that doesn't have to be acknowledge right away like moving would. Why the fuck would they be so hush hush over moving? There's no need to?? And dan said he's redecorating his room SOO... no move.

fair enough. idg why it’s the foundation for so much discourse to be honest. if they move they move if they don’t they don’t. they inevitably will eventually bc they’ve said themselves that the house is too small for all of their things. so it’s rly more a matter of “when” and that seems v uninteresting to me overall to be frank

edit: since yesterday i’ve been thinking about the wholly inadequate answer i gave to this ask. not only was i a bit condescending in my response (and i want to say sorry about that bc i didn’t intend for my tone to be laced with so much judgment … of course it’s valid to be interested in if/when they’re moving and think about what it could mean for them,) but i also didn’t even really respond to the question that this anon posed and i feel really bad about it (which is also why i realized i should probs log off and not try to answer much else, since i was not in a great place to be thinking about this stuff.) 

i do want to try and respond better tho to the question of why dnp would “be so hush hush over moving” (though i apologize in advance since u said you’re feeling irritated by the moving theories. this is a full on explanation of all the evidence that supports that theory.) the first point i want to make is that i actually don’t think they’re really trying to keep it hush hush. they’re obviously not outright stating that they’re moving, but dan especially has made several allusions to that notion over the last few months, many of which seem to have been forgotten in the overall discussion happening in the fandom right now. there were all of the needing storage mentions of course, and then the explicit statement in that january live show that “getting more storage” was definitely on the agenda for 2017. that could obviously be an innocuous statement, but with dan’s extensive knowledge of phandom discourse, the chance seems slim that he didn’t know that “getting storage” was being used as a way to talk about moving. then there were all of those subtle mentions about how long they’ve lived in the flat–i think on 2 or 3 separate occasions dan brought up that he couldn’t believe they’d been there for 5 years now. there was also the mention that he wants a new piano, and that that was something he would do this year. again while it’s possible he meant getting a new piano in this flat, he’s also stated in the past that the piano has been in that apartment since it was constructed and it just seems more feasible to accomplish that goal in a new place? and he also stated in january that after filming a lot for dapg, the early part of 2017 would be dedicated to “life things.” and, finally, with respect to yesterday’s live show, if they’re really trying to keep this some enormous secret dan would’ve tried a lot harder imo to hide the absence of the wirrow painting and the shit on his bedside table. or he would’ve waited until after the tuesday live show to get the stuff moved. or he would’ve canceled the tuesday live show altogether, especially bc he had a pretty solid excuse in being swamped with pre-travel preparation (he even made it seem like a possibility that he wouldn’t stream today during the joint live show last week.)

generally, i do think there are a number of reasons they would want to keep it mostly secret (the pressure from millions of people openly speculating about it, drawing conclusions from it, expressing their heartbreak bc of their emotional attachment to their current flat, etc. seems like an incomprehensible stress on top of the already stressful process of moving.) but i also think it’s important to note that they’re not really trying very hard to eliminate speculation on it either. in my opinion, they seem more like they’re attempting to lowkey prepare people without outright stating it so that no one who is seriously invested in them and their personal matters (aka the ardent live show watchers) can truly claim to be shocked or surprised when it happens. i mean, just look at their tags here on tumblr rn–if they were aiming to keep it “hush hush” i would say they miserably failed. if, however, their goal was to tell people subtly without confirming it outright,, then they clearly succeeded.

overall, since dnp have always been people who seem to make every decision and statement with so much premeditated thought, the easiest explanation of all of the past statements i’ve listed (and yesterday’s very pointed “you could say i’m relocating it … one could say” …. like rly if he’s aesthetically rearranging his current bedroom why that sketchy “one could say” addendum? it makes literally no sense in that context) is that they’re moving. i also don’t understand why it seems like such a ‘reach’ to people. they’ve lived in that flat so long. they’ve talked about needing more space for so long. it just seems very logical to me on every level that two people with their level of intertwined living and their financial capacity would take this relatively chiller time in their professional lives to do something about their struggle w too limited space, the annoying loudness of their street, their leaky gas pipes, their overbearing landlord, etc. etc. and “see if there’s a better way to live” (also dan’s words from earlier this year, in case ppl forgot) 

in short, all of these things seem to make at least a reasonable case for them moving (and moving soon), and  all of dan’s talk about aesthetics and new backgrounds for his videos, plus asking viewers to send him “palettes,” are easier explained, imo, as just a bit of (adorable) excitement around the upcoming process of redecorating in a new place. he’ll still need to think about how to arrange his furniture and what sort of decorative pieces to add to his background in this hypothetical new place, obvi, and he never explicitly said the words “i’m redecorating this bedroom that i currently inhabit.” moreover, that they’re moving and some of their stuff has already been packed away explains all of the sketchier elements of the show in a much cleaner way. for example, why was dan’s excuse for using his phone that the mouse to his “laptop” was dead? do they not have batteries? do they not have other computer mouses in their house? (they do. like at least 2 if not more.) why would not having a mouse, if that was even true, necessitate him sitting on his bed with his phone? why not use his laptop? or if that’s broken too, why not use phil’s laptop as he has done before? using a phone seems like the most inconvenient solution, and sitting on the bed with that phone seems doubly inconvenient. like, let’s say all of the other tech is packed away for their trip or dead or broken and his only option really was his phone … why did he choose to sit on his bed? something he hasn’t done in a live show in literal years? something that is so clearly uncomfortable? wouldn’t it have been easier to sit at his desk with his phone leaned against something? and then obvi why the weirdness with the painting? why the empty bedside table? also, why will phil be unavailable to do a live show until the 25th if the aus convention ends the 15th and, by dan’s own words, they’re coming home before going to florida? 

i really think the simplest explanation to all of these things is that his room is being emptied and he didn’t want to show us, they’re in the process of moving some stuff out, maybe all of it, so that they’ll be totally relocated in the coming weeks. i think the notion that he was talking about rearranging his room makes much less sense bc then he would’ve just directly said “lol i’m rearranging my room right now and i need ideas and also that’s why the painting is gone.” there was literally no reason for him to be so weird and unclear about it. that they’ve been house-hunting and packing shit up would also account in large part for their apparent busy schedules and stress over the last few weeks. it would account for why dan has made so many allusions to being tired (rmmbr “i’m so tired … i don’t know why … actually i do know why”?? rmmbr him clarifying at one point that he was “physically” tired??? hmmm.) 

obvi everything is speculation at the end of the day, i could be totally wrong on all of this and dan might just be a crazy person who says random misleading shit for kicks, but i guess overall i’m just a bit confused why the idea that they’re moving is being treated like some sort of outrageous tinhat theory when: 1. there have been so many signs pointing to it 2. it just makes sense for them at this stage of their lives, and 3. they’ve seemingly not tried super hard to hide it either. 

Playing Nurse (Smut)

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Request: Hi. Can you do pne where Shawn is sick and y/n has to take care of him ? ( little smut if u can ) Xx

Word Count: 1,782

Playing Nurse

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” You asked Shawn, raising an eyebrow at him. He had been awake all night, coughing his lungs out.

“I have a studio session” he said low.

His voice was rasp and I could tell it hurt when he spoke. He had barely managed to drag his heavy body about of bed and he’d gotten too dizzy to take a shower.

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You’re Hot

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This directly follows “Staffing Issues” 


 "Hey Maman, Papa,“ Marinette waved as she trudged through the bakery.

"Good gracious, what happened to you?” her mother demanded.  The few customers joined her parents to gawk at her.

Ugh.  "Akuma,“ she said with a sigh.  God she wanted a nap.  "I guess I’ll be like this until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of it.”  She shrugged.  "It’s not… bad, is it?“  She hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror.  Maybe she was so tired because she was ancient.

"Nooooo.”  Her mother said hesitantly.  "Just different.“

"Would it be all right if I take a few photos?” her father asked.  "I’m curious how accurate this is.“

Marinette shrugged.  "Sure.”  She half wanted to assemble a photo album of all the odd things that had been done to her in nearly five years of superhero work.  "But if it’s super embarrassing, please don’t share it.“

Her father pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few photos, one with her mother.  Then she was released to drag herself up the steps to her room.  She toed off her shoes and crawled into her bunk.  "You doing okay Tikki?”

“Yup.”  The little red being floated into Marinette’s view, landing on her pillow.  "All charged and ready when the Chronologer shows back up.“

"Great,” Marinette mumbled.  "Wake me if she turns back up.“  She set her phone on the shelf her kwami liked to use when she had to keep an eye on the news and the Ladyblog.  


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Apology

Summary: After Ian and Mickey get in a fight, Lip finds out and gets Mickey to make up for it.

Word Count: 2196

Notes: Sorry again about not being able finish this request for you guys yesterday!


Ian was steaming. Anger was radiating from his body. As usual, in Ian’s opinion, Mickey was acting like their relationship was nothing to him, absolutely nothing, so the redhead was beyond pissed. “You know what, fuck you, Mickey. Fuck you for always getting my hopes up, and making me think that you actually might love me, and then fucking ruining it all. Fuck you.” He shook his head.

“No, fuck you. You don’t know shit, Gallagher!” Mick shouted. On the inside, he wanted to scream and tell Ian how much he really meant to him, how this relationship is all that was keeping him going, but he couldn’t. He had to stay distant— or so he thought. One the outside, he was fuming from the ears. With every word the tall boy said, Mickey wanted to shout. As Ian turned away, Mickey said, “Fucking asshole,” under his breath.

Ian turned back around. “You’re actually calling me an asshole right now? I cannot fucking believe you.” He sarcastically snorted. “At least I’m not a pussy,” Ian spat.

Those words caught Mickey’s attention more than any other thing that had been said to him that whole day. Hateful slurs can kill a person, but no one can take Mickey Milkovich down. “Shut the fuck up, Ian,” he said coldly.

“What? You wanna hit me or something?” Ian laughed. He started to turn to walk out, but he refused to stay silent. “Fucking pussy—”

He was cut off by a punch. Mickey immediately backed up with guilt. Ian’s jaw dropped a bit in shock. He knows he asked for it, but he wasn’t actually expecting Mickey to do it. Ian watched as tears prickled behind his lover’s eyes, but instead of doing anything, whether it be punching back or just simple talking, he got up and left.

Once Ian got out of the abandoned building, he ran. He sped home as fast as he could. His chest was burning, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the fury that he was feeling or the running that he was doing. Breathlessness took over as he approach his home.

Ian stormed into the house. He didn’t realize that there were tears welling in his eyes, but he still made sure not to look at anyone. While panting, the redhead pounded up the steps and completely disregarded his family.

As they heard the door to the bedroom slam, the rest of the Gallagher clan shared a confused look. Fiona then motioned for Lip to go upstairs and check on Ian, so he obliged.

When Lip got to the bedroom, he found his brother curled up on top of his bed, tightly clutching a pillow. His whole body was tense. Lip knew something bad must’ve happened for Ian to be in this state.

The older Gallagher boy slowly walked over to his distressed brother. “Ian,” he nudged him. There was no response though. Instead, Ian pushed his face further into the covers. “Ian, c’mon. I’m not fucking leaving til you tell me what’s up. Fi was on my ass about it,” he joked.

Quickly, Ian turned around. There was a scowl on his face. “Just get the fuck out, Lip,” he said coldly.

Seeing the black and blue that laid on Ian’s face made Lip’s eyes widen. There was nothing he hated more than knowing that his brother got into a fight and he wasn’t there to stick up for him. “Who the fuck did that?”

“No one. Fuck off!” Ian threw a pillow. He was clearly disturbed, and Lip was way too stubborn to not find out what happened.

“No. Tell me what happened. You know I’m not fucking leaving til you talk,” he went and reached for a smoke. Just as he lit it and placed it between his lips, Ian scooted over and gave him a place to sit on the bed.

The redhead looked down. “Just got in a stupid fight.” He then took the cigarette from his brothers lips.

As Lip started to think about the possible people who could hit Ian, he started to worry. “Shit,” he said. “You were with Mickey at work. Did he see it happen?” He tried to ask nonchalantly. The way Ian looked even further away and started to tap his foot is what gave it away. “That fucking asshole,” Lip stood and headed for the door.

“Wait! Don’t!” Ian shouted out for him. “He wants to be with me. You can’t fake that.”

“Someone who takes fucking pleasure in beating the shit out of you wants to be with you?” Lip snorted rudely. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ian shook his head. “I’m done with him, alright?”

Lip rolled his eyes. He knew damn well that Ian would crawl right back to Mickey fucking Milkovich, so something needed to be done. He then stormed out of the room, leaving Ian in distress. When the rest of the Gallaghers asked Lip what was wrong with Ian, he ignored them and stormed out of the house.

* * *

Mickey was laying in his bed with a blunt between his lips. There were empty beer cans surrounding him, and a bottle of vodka in his hand. No matter how high or drunk he tried to get, he couldn’t get Ian fucking Gallagher out of his head.

Just as he started to exhale some smoke, an angry looking Gallagher busted into his room. To his demise, it wasn’t Ian, it was Lip. Naturally. Mickey raised his eyebrow. “Fuck do you want?”

“You messed with Ian,” Lip spat. “Stop fucking with him, Mickey,” he said in a knowing tone. Mickey knew that he should be angry about it, but he didn’t have the energy to at the moment. Plus, he figured Lip had known the whole time so it was whatever.

Mickey didn’t respond. He just shut his eyes and took another swig of the vodka.

Lip dryly chuckled. “Y’know he thinks you want to be with him.” He shook his head. “Said he’s done though, and he better be fucking done.”

There was a hitch in Mickey’s breath that Lip unmistakably heard. It looked like he wanted to speak but he couldn’t. He shut his eyes tighter and continued to listen.

“Now I don’t want my brother sulking around for a week, so you’re either going to fix this or leave it with a simple fucking apology. You’re doing something about it though.”

Mickey chugged down the rest of his vodka and stood up. “Let’s fucking go then.” He walked out the door.

For a moment, Lip froze because he thought it would definitely be a lot harder to convince Mickey to do anything. What the fuck? He was highly confused, but he figured he’d just go along with it.

As the two boys walked down the street to the Gallagher home, Lip kept shooting hateful and wondering looks at him. They way Mickey did say anything was definitely weirding him out.

Lip unlocked the front door and the two of them walked in. With no hesitation, Mickey walked up the steps, not even glancing at the other Gallaghers.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Fiona asked. She seemed a bit appalled to have him in their house.

The eldest brother stroked his chin as he made up a response. “Y’know how he and Ian work together?” Everyone nodded. “They just needed to work some shit out.” He wanted to tell them the full truth, but it wasn’t his secret to tell.

* * *

When Mickey got into Ian’s bedroom, he found his secret love with red rimmed eyes and a cigarette between his lips. He couldn’t see that black and blue mark that he had given him from the way Ian’s head was turned, but the thought of it made him frown. “What the fuck do you want, Mick.”

Mickey cleared his throat. He couldn’t let his voice crack, it shows too much weakness. “Lip stopped over at my house.”

“Figured,” Ian said as he exhaled his smoke. There  was no emotion in his voice, but Mickey saw it in the way he was clenching his hand together.

After taking a deep breath, Mickey took one single step closer. “I’m sorry.”

Ian snorted and stood up. “I don’t want to fucking hear it. I’m done,” he put his cigarette in the ashtray and walked out of the room to the downstairs.

As he ran his hand over his face, anxiety was creeping through Mickey’s body. Motherfucker. He knew he couldn’t afford to lose Ian if there was a chance that the redhead still cared. Honestly it was probably in Ian’s best interest to leave, but Mickey realized it was time to put up a fight. If a simple apology wasn’t going to do the job, he’d have to make it more public.

Nervously, Mickey followed Ian down the stairs. Everyone was crowding into the kitchen to talk to Ian, but he didn’t seem to notice them. “Ian—” Fiona started but as Lip noticed Mickey he shook his head at the older sister to tell him to shut up.

Suddenly Mickey didn’t care about everyone else in the room. All he cared about was that goofy redhead that he was in love with. “Gallagher, will you fucking listen to me?”

Ian snorted. “Yeah, like you have anything to say. Fuck off, Mickey.” He took out a beer. Carl tensed as he heard Ian speak to Mickey in that manner— normally that’s a fucking death wish when talking to a Milkovich.

“No.” Mickey stepped closer and cornered Ian. “I’m fucking sorry for being an ass all the time. I’m fucking sorry that I can’t be the guy you deserve to be with. I am the way I am because I don’t want you getting hung up on me—”

“You think you’re this worthless piece of shit who can only bring bad into my life!” Ian threw his arms up in anger. “You don’t get to fucking tell me who I should or shouldn’t be with.”

“I do it because I love you!” Mickey shouted for the first time. Ian’s face was completely shocked. “I love you and I don’t want to drag you down. I’m a fucking Milkovich— what good are we?” His voice held a lot of sincerity, but it was starting to shake.

Ian took a gulp of air. “You said you love me,” he raised his eyebrow. It was hard for him to believe that he heard it.

“I love you,” Mickey repeated. He was still scared, but he was proud of himself for admitting how he feels.

Ian started nodding rapidly. He grabbed Mickey cheeks. “I love you too,” he said with relief. “But I wouldn’t want to fucking be with you if I didn’t think you were good for me, okay? So cut the shit.”

Mickey let out a little chuckle. “O-okay,” he said. They didn’t know who initiated it, but their lips were suddenly connected. It was a passionate kiss.

The whole Gallagher clan was left in complete shock— even Lip who knew of their secret relationship. It was more than a surprise to see these two boys together because one, who the fuck would think Mickey Milkovich is gay, and two, what the fuck does Ian see in him? “What the hell?” Debbie said, cutting the boys off from their moment.

Ian separated from Mickey and looked at him with apologetic eyes. He knew very well that this whole ordeal was enough to scare the Milkovich boy shitless. Mickey nodded and slowly turned to the family. His eyes immediately caught Lip’s, and to Mickey’s surprise, he didn’t give him a disapproving look, instead he nodded.

“Are you two together?” Fiona asked in amazement.

“The fuck’s it look like,” Mickey spat. It caused Ian to grin.

“Wow,” Carl said. He surprisingly seemed to be happy about this new information that was just laid on him.

The eldest Gallagher sibling shook her head. “Wait. Wha— How long?” Fiona put her hands on her hips and eyed both boys. She was disappointed that she wasn’t told about this.

What Ian says next is nearly enough to make one of them fall off a chair. “Two and a half years,” he admits. Knowing that Fiona would be furious, he avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t you fucking tell any of us, Ian—”

“He told me,” Lip interjected. Fiona shot his an angry gaze though so he shut up.

Ian turned from his family to look at Mickey. When he noticed the tension in the other boy’s shoulder, he put a hand on the small of Mickey’s back. “Listen, Fi,” he turned back to his sister. “You know now, alright? Can we just explain it all some other time?” He asked in attempts to calm Mickey.

Fiona’s jaw dropped open for a second as if she was going to oppose, but then she backed up. “Yeah, yeah. I guess,” she said.

Ian grabbed Mickey’s hand and then the boys walked back up the stairs. The rest of the Gallaghers were left in silence and a bit of confusion. Debbie giggled a little then. “Well I was not expecting that.”

#15: We Drunk**

**mature


I thought maybe he should have a payback after he’s done her so well in the last imagine ;)



The car halts on the front gate of the apartment, Harry and Y/N dramatically stumbling forward from the sudden brakes, laughing later at their clumsy behavior. To say they were drunk was an understatement; they’d literally licked alcohol off their glasses, breathed in the waft till it was what they breathed out and paid a bill for a whole month grocery to the bartender.

“Ben!” Harry called out to his driver form the back seat. “Ben, I love you man. God knows what we would’ve been doing without you.”

“I would’ve been driving probably.” Y/N inputs, blinking to keep her eyes open. “I can’t trust you driving drunk, Harry.”

Harry snickers. “You’re drunk too.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, blinking at her boyfriend for a good moment of silence. Then, she suddenly threw her hands in the air, exclaiming,”Let’s get outta here!” She opens the door but then sits back inside again, leaning towards the driver’s seat.

“Ben, I swear when I say I love you.” She slurs. “I would’ve have kissed but you see Harry Styles here,” She points animatedly beside her.”He’ll either punch you or me. Yeah, probably me. See ya, buddy! Keep saving people.”

She stumbles out of the car, Harry joining after her a moment later, after he’s planted a wet kiss on Ben’s cheek and told him how much he loves him.

“Y/N! Wait for me!” Harry calls out to the blurring figure of Y/N ahead of him. He strides ahead, clutching her shoulders, and she helps him out, swinging her arm on his shoulder and levering his weight on her body.

“But, Y/N, do you know why’d we drink so much?” He asks, innocently, as they take slow steps to the elevator.

“Because it’s religious to do so.” Y/N presses on  the elevator button, pushing Harry against the wall, and stretching her arms.

“Really? Damn, I should do this every day.” He chuckles, the lift door opening with a ding.

We. We should do it more.” Y/N walks into the elevator first, Harry following behind after he’s clutched her behind in both of his huge hands, keeping the distance between their chest and back a minimal.

Inside the elevator, Harry’s arms wrap around her full waist from behind, rocking her back forth as they wait for the elevator to start. He rests his chin on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her neck as she leans into him more.

“I’m gonna be off to bed, Harry.”

“We’ll see.”

“Hmm.”

“Did you press the button?”

“I thought you did.”

“So…you didn’t?”

“Nope.”

Harry gives her a look. “Kay, I’ll do it.” He leans forward, pushing the button to their floor and resumes to his place behind her, clutching her waist tighter to pull her more close.

They push their way out of the elevator, Y/N having a hard time walking, considering the heavy weight of Harry being slumped on her. He then and now sets off in his own direction and Y/N has to work up to succeed in steering in the right way.

Reaching before their home’s door, Y/N bumps the shoulder Harry’s passed out on. “Harry, the house keys.”

“Whaa..?” He wakes, wiping the corner of his mouth on her shoulder and leaning past it. “What?”

“House keys, you silly cuckoo!” She whisper-yells.

“Cuckoo? Where?” Harry swings on his feet, looking around in the dark hallway.

“Harry!” She turns around, pulling him by the collar of his shirt.”House. Keys.”

“Ah.” He nods in realization. “They’re in my back pocket.” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, yawning slightly after leaking out the information.

Y/N boldly stretches, twisting her arm around him to reach his back pocket. She digs her fingers into one, and Harry squeals, chuckling.

“You’re tickling me!”

She winds her other arm around him, reaching for the next pocket, and Harry gladly hugs her back, pulling her face into his chest, giving her a hard time breathing. “Ha-wey.” She calls, voice muffled under his tight grip. Finally, the keys come in her hand.

She pulls away abruptly, Harry let frowning behind her. “I thought we were having a moment there.”

The doors open, Y/N walking in first. “Are you coming in or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a moment.” He stumbles into the hall, mumbling on way.

Y/N locks the door away, putting the keys away on the tray placed at the table by the door. Harry has his boots kicked off, his belt now in his hand as he turns around to Y/N taking her shoes off. He slaps the leather belt against the marble floor, rattling the furniture around, and scaring the hell out of Y/N.

“Harry, wh-“

He strides quick, winding the belt around her and then him, pulling her close to his chest, and although the buckles don’t tie together as he wanted them too, he still keeps a hand holding both end of the belt together.

“Keep walking, you, keep walking.” He mutters to her, eyes eyeing her face like a savage, determined robber. “You’re in the Harry Styles’s grip now.”

Y/N smirks. “So, are we role-playing tonight, hun?”

He gives her a glare. “I didn’t ask you to speak, you little piece of-!“ He lets the rest of the words pass under his breath.

He’s walking her to the direction of the stairs, her back to them as they slowly take steps up.

“I’m tired, though.” Y/N whines, grabbing his chest muscles to grip as she ascends every stair.

“You will not say a word or there will be consequences!” He threatens her in a hoarse voice, sporting the wide eyed, deadly look.

Y/N acts all fragile. “Oh, dear! Sire, I’m still pure, too innocent for ya! Don’t think of me that way, spare this maiden tonight, please!” She looks away, shuddering intentionally like a drama queen.

“Oh, shut up!” Y/N’s back hits the door of their bedroom. “You cannot be pure! You’ve been with a man who’s nonetheless horny as fuck twenty four hours a day! How could you be innocent!”

He slams his hand against the door behind him, hoping it would open, and when it doesn’t, he has to shrug off his role playing and use the handle to push open the door. Y/N laughs at him, finding the chance and slipping out of the grip that she’s in.

“Where d’ya think you’re goi-“  As Y/N jumps on the bed and away from him, Harry runs behind, tripping his foot on the edge of the bed in an attempt to climb up. He lies in pain on the floor, and Y/N gets down to tend him.

“Harry, are y-“ She lets out a shriek when he grabs her hips and turns her over on the floor, pinning her on the carpet floor, and hovering above her.

“Gotcha!” He titters as Y/N struggles underneath him. His face ducks down on her for a kiss, but ends up hitting on her forehead, and they both cry out, laughing in the end.

“Do it again, it brings bad luck, otherwise.” Y/N urges, and they pull in for it again, Harry catching Y/N’s lips right in the moment.

“Mhm, Harry.” She groans, his lips forcefully coming down on her.

“Please, kiss me, kiss me, please.” He coos in a soft, pained voice, leaning down again for her, and she accepts it.

They kiss in a luscious, thirst-quenching manner, the noises of their clicking mouths and heavy breathing the only sound in the room. His hands trail down, holding the hem of her dress in his finger, and he pushes it up, up till it reaches her navel, and he breaks from the kiss, moving down to kiss on the exposed skin.

“Harry, no.” He doesn’t stop, groaning against her skin. “Harry, stop, no.” Y/N slips her fingers on his forehead, pushing him away from her.

“But, why?” He sounds hurt, as he sits up, keeping a close touch on her inner thigh.

Y/N tries and sits up, but Harry’s pushed her twice back and got on top, and she’s twice pushed him and sat back up.

“I have a theory about why we shouldn’t have sex when we’re both drunk?”

“Why?” he asks, frowning.

“Because, we lose our limits.” She says, proud.

“Anything else?”

“This is it.”

“It’s shit. Let’s just do-“

“No!” She whines, pushing him hard by the chest into sitting position. “You don’t understand. What if you forget to put on a condom? And even if you do, what if it’s just left behind in me like in the Love, Rosie movie and I end up having a child?!”

“I won’t really mind.” He shrugs, shy.

“But, I would. Because we’re too young, and you’ll be always off to work, and I’ll have to look after our child all by myself which would not at all be easy, understand?”

“Point.” He nods, lips pursed in a somber expression.

“So, let’s just get back to bed like we’re an old couple.” Y/N sums up, getting off the floor.

“But you just said we’re too young.” Harry points out.

“Oh, just get here in bed, you!”

“But, I’m confused.”

“Stop running your walnut sized brain, you won’t be confused.”

“Point.” Harry nods. “But, I wanna cuddle!”

He jumps off the floor, climbing on top of the bed, where Y/N’s lying already, still in the same party clothes.

“I wanna naked cuddle!” He wiggles his eye brows at her, grinning.

“No!” Y/N whines. “You’re sleeping in these same clothes, so that we’re not confused if we did have sex at night or not.”

“Ah, nice.” Harry gives a cheeky smile. Y/N turns her body to the side, Harry snuggling into her back with his arm wrapping around her hip tightly. “But, can I atleast take off my jeans, they’re too-“

“No! Sleep.” Y/N closes her eyes, unconsciously pushing her behind on his groin, making him wince behind.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Harry consoles, more to himself.

***

Harry groans, waking up, feeling a tight strain in his pants, aching till it literally had him whimpering into the pillow. He opens his eyes, shaking his head, as he looks down to himself to see Y/N behind pressed hard over his morning wood.

It already is a torture having had to struggle with these morning surprises, and now that Y/N had kept rubbing her behind to him the whole night, the erection feels much tighter, harder and achier.

Pulling his hand back to him from around her, Harry sits up, staring at the bulge resting down between his legs. The more he looks at it, the more it hurts inside.

He looks over at Y/N beside him, asleep, and slowly creeping on the edge of the bed, he sits, pop opening his jeans button, groaning and throwing his head back at the sudden rush of air inside the space. He anchors his body with one arm behind, palm flat on the mattress, while his other hand works to undo his jeans and then, slide down his boxer briefs.

His member springs out, hard and erect, swollen at the tip, red and throbbing before his eyes. He runs his fingers over him, erupting shaky breaths from his mouth as sheen of sweat collects around his temple. His fingers wrap around him, moaning, then shushing himself with a lip bite, as he begins to pump up and down, running from the base to the tip. His breathing falters, his mind automatically shifts to thoughts of his girl, sweet and innocent, only his.

His cussing begins, he pumps faster, trying to ease off the tension quicker and free himself of the ache. His chest rises and falls unevenly, and suddenly, he feels a touch on his shoulder. He looks over, Y/N peeping at him pleasuring himself, and see meets his eyes, biting her lip.

“Need some help there, baby?” She rasps, sliding her hand down his shoulder to his wrist. Harry nods, freeing himself from his hold, and leans back, both hands resting back flat against the mattress.

Y/N gets off the bed, sitting on the floor, between his legs, and stares at his throbbing muscle, tensed and swollen in front of her. She gives him a look from underneath her eye lashes; Harry’s gut doing twists staring, down at her.

She takes him in her hands, wrapping her four fingers around, flicking her thumb on the tip of him. Harry throws his head back, spilling her name, as she brings her lips down on the tip, sucking at the pre-cum accumulated. Her hand begins to pump, up and down, up and down, as her lips then and there keep leaving tender pecks on his tip.

She leans her face closer to him, looking up through her eyelashes at him and crooking an eyebrow, sultrily

“Oh, god. Yes, yes, do it, pet.” Harry urges, breath shaky.

She brings the tip close to her mouth, slowing opening her lips to take him in. Her head goes low on him, till he’s filled her to the throat, and she grabs the rest of him in her hand, pausing to taste him around her mouth.

Her hair falls around her face, disrupting the very view from Harry, and he leans forward, clutching her hair in his both hands, bringing it up in a ponytail above her head. She starts moving, thrusting him in her mouth, while her hands pump the rest of him, going down to touch his balls, tickling her fingers underneath them.

Harry tugs at her hair, falling into a relentless saga of moans and curses, throwing his head back when she hollows her cheeks around him, giving that sudden tug at his base. He pants, his chest falling down, and then rising upbeat, Y/N’s pumping turning faster, as she bobs her head against him at a faster rate.

He twitches into her mouth, she feels a back thrust; his hands tug on her roots tighter, and he’s coming undone into her mouth. She swallows his juices, pulling out his cock from her mouth. Kissing slowly from the tip to the base, then up to his stomach and up over his chest, she comes in face to face with him. He leans in for a kiss, but she leans back.

“Morning breath.” She teases, biting her lip.

Harry pulls her to from the back of her head, attaching lips with her in a slow, fulfilling kiss. He sucks on the corner of her mouth, tasting his tanginess on her, before he pulls away, falling back on the bed with a content sigh.

Y/N lies down beside him, and he’s quick to pull her to his chest.

“My headache’s feeling worse now.” She groans against his chest.

“ Need my medicine, d’ya?” Harry smirks, pulling her by the chin to look up at him.

She smirks. “Would you give it to me?”

Harry slides down, leaning in between her legs already, as he slides her panties down her legs.

“But, Harry, tell me this: are you really twenty four hours horny?” She asks, eye fluttering from his kisses on her inner thigh.

He looks up from her legs, grinning. “Only for ya, pet, only for ya.”


MASTERLIST

Based on that one richjake post i made a while back. I seriously meant this to be purely fluff and like it’s not super angsty but there’s a quick mention of some internalized biphobia (technically it’s coming from the deactivated squip) and then there’s also mentions of some pretty intense stress coming from Jake about his busy schedule + parents. 

They’ve got each others back though don’t worry.


It takes a ridiculously long time for Rich to pick up on it. Sometimes when they’re hanging out Jake will just sit down. Rich doesn’t like to sit down, he’s already short as hell and not to mention that it’s only when Jake sits down Rich actually looks taller than him. So Jake sits down, on benches, on the bed when they’re hanging out in either one of their bedrooms, in some rare cases he’ll sit down on fences if they’re comfortable enough. Rich doesn’t get it. Jake is an active guy, he likes walking around, likes to be constantly in motion. Even when he’s standing still he’s shifting his weight from one foot to another. So Rich doesn’t pick up on it.

Jake sits down on his bed and looks up at Rich, he looks sort of hopeful and Rich can not for the life of him understand why, or what he’s meant to do.

”What’cha looking at?” he says nervously and swallows the wave of anxiety that comes rushing whenever he feels like he doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t exactly want the Squip back per se… but it’s times like these when he remembers why he got it in the first place. The Squip would tell him what to do in this situation.

The Squip would tell you to leave immediately, dating boys won’t get you anywhere with the popular kids. He hopes he doesn’t visibly flinch as the voice is suddenly there, present in his mind and he hates that his response to it isn’t just I don’t give a fuck,  but rather, Jake is a popular kid. Dating him does exactly zero damage to my rep.

If Jake notices the internal debate Rich is having with the voice in his head he doesn’t comment on it. ”Nothin’,” he says instead and it takes a few seconds for Rich to get back enough in the present moment to remember he was the one who had asked a question, ”just thinking.” He smiles up at Rich as if his words don’t make the lump of anxiety in Rich’s stomach grow larger by the second.

“Right, right, ” Rich says, nodding quickly and turning away to go through the shelves holding all of Jake’s comics, as if he hasn’t read them all long ago. He trips over his own shoelaces on his way and he’s barely steadied himself before Jake comes up behind him wrapping his arms around Rich and holding him securely against his front. Rich immediately relaxes and is able to take a deep breath.

“You okay?” Jake asks, and there’s genuine concern lacing his voice, reminding Rich that Jake isn’t playing any games, he doesn’t have to jump through any hoops for Jake to think he’s cool enough.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good.” He leans back towards Jake and puts his hands over Jakes’. They don’t move for a while after that. They’re good.


He’s stressed out. Jake is ridiculously stressed out and Rich doesn’t know what to do about it. They’re back in Jake’s room, with the taller pacing back and forth while Rich stands a few feet away trying to find a chance to calm him down, to be of some kind of use.

“Jake-” he starts softly but Jake doesn’t hear him or he doesn’t care. 

“I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to get it all done! i’m failing math, the theatre is so much more work than i thought and dude don’t even get me started on football!” Jake’s voice is becoming more and more frantic as he rants on, his voice is uneven and Rich is afraid he might be more emotional about it all than he lets on. Jake doesn’t mind letting people know he’s frustrated, it’s when he’s feeling genuinely worried and anxious that he’s scared to become vulnerable. 

“Jakey,” Rich tries again but before he can continue Jake stops pacing and whips around to look at Rich. 

“-and can you believe,” he interrupts, his voice growing in volume until he’s yelling, “I got a fucking letter from mom! You know what it said? Maybe a “hey honey how are you doing?” or possibly a quick “i hope you’re good”`? No, she couldn’t care less! She doesn’t give a shit about me she just made some dumb-ass comment about keeping my grades up and the house in shape! As if she has any right to harass me about this shit when she’s the one who left!” His voice finally betrays him on the last word, it cracks and breaks Rich’s heart in the same second. 

Jake stands there for a few seconds and then seems to realize what he said, seems to realize who he’s really been yelling at since they came home. It’s like someone snapped their fingers and now jake is suddenly back in his body. His face goes slack, the anger drains from his eyes and it kills Rich that he looks so guilty. He backs away slumping down on his bed, looking up at Rich desperately as if he’s pleading with Rich to fix things. To hold him together. Suddenly the pieces click together in Rich’s mind. 

“I’m sorry,” Jake says, voice trembling, “I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I just don’t know what to do-” it’s the tear that rolls down his cheek on the last word that spurs Rich into action and he’s there standing in front of Jake before the other has the time to wipe the offending drop away. Rich cups Jake’s face in his hands, gently brushing the tear away and pressing a kiss to his head. 

“It’s okay…” he whispers, “you’re okay, you’re gonna be alright…” he continues as Jake tips his head forward to rest on under Rich’s chin. He feels Jake’s arms wrap around his waist and he steps closer so that he can envelop Jake in his own arms, standing in the V of Jake’s legs he continues to softly whisper words of comfort. He doesn’t know if Jake can hear him or if he’s present enough to understand him but something tells him it doesn’t quite matter as long as he just keeps holding Jake the way he is right then. “It’s gonna be perfectly fine,” I’ll help you study for math, Michael can probably help you as well and you know Christine won’t mind cutting you some slack with the theatre, you can still be involved and not have it take over everything else.” 

It takes a few minutes but after a while Jake begins to relax, the tension draining out of his body, he’s still holding onto Rich and Rich is reluctant to let go himself. “You okay,” he asks instead.

“Yeah…I’m good,” Jake replies with a sniff. 

“You need anything?”

“No… no this is good- perfect.”  

They’re good.