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

Let Me Show You

Author’s Note: I don’t where this came from but I’ve had this scenario in my head for days and I just had to write it. Sorry if there are any typos. I just wrote this on my phone in fit of passion. Also, I just started watching Hemlock grove so idk if I captured Roman’s character as well as I wanted, but oh well. Forgive me.

Rating: mature

Warnings: smut for smut’s sake

You were frustrated. You weren’t even convinced the word “frustrated” really encompassed the rage you felt towards yourself at this particular moment. It’s been awhile since your hands were able to get you off the way they used to. Recently, every time you were in the mood and you let your fingers slip down to your most sensitive spots, you would end up completely unsatisfied. No amount of flicks, tugs, or circular motions were enough to get you to the peek that you were desperately aching for. So it’s not even a surprise that you find yourself, once again, on your back and on the verge of tears.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and you had the house completely to yourself. You thought that today would finally be the day you could reach that sweet high you’ve been craving. There was nothing pressing on your mind, no distractions, but after two hours of scrolling through endless porn videos and conjuring up every fantasy you ever had, it was still utterly pointless. So as you lay completely bare on your bed, throwing a tantrum, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts by the doorbell. So with a huff, you pull yourself together enough to drag yourself to your front door.

And there he was.

The human embodiment of the sexual frustrations that have been pent up inside you in the form of a 6’4 man with the face sculpted by the gods themselves.

“What do you want Roman?” You say completely irritated. He was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now, especially now that the unstoppable throbbing between your legs somehow intensified even more since you left your room.

“Well, someone’s clearly happy to see me.” Roman teased, the corner of his full lips tugged into the infamous smirk that made every female within a ten-mile radius swoon. He pushed past you, and into your living room. The smell of his expensive designer cologne filled your lungs causing your eyes to drop for a second before looking back at him. He was completely unaware of the effect he had on you, but he could tell there was something off about you. Your breathing was heavier than usual and you were wearing a silk robe in the middle of the afternoon.

“So, what were you up to before I got here?” Roman asked as he circled mindlessly around the couch. Any other time you would be completely thrilled that he had come to you to spend his free time. But today was not one of those days. “Look Roman if you just want to shoot the shit, we do that another time. I’m busy,” you said bluntly. Roman spun around on his heels. He wasn’t used to you acting so unwelcoming, usually, you were the first person he could go to if he just needed someone to listen to him. He stepped up to you, so close his chest was almost next to yours. He took one of his long fingers and grazed it gracefully across your cheek. His big green eyes looking down at you, as if he’s never truly looked at you before.

“You know you can tell me anything. I’ve trusted you with more than anyone should. Let me be here for you.” He whispered quietly. You never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Roman was here for you, willing to be your confidant, and the only reason you kept barking at him was because you couldn’t get yourself off.

“Roman, please. I can’t talk to you about this” you told him, backing away from him. However, he was able to grab onto your arm and bring you back into his space. Once again locking eyes. “I said anything,” he repeated slowly. Not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze, you looked down and whispered something he wasn’t able to catch. He leaned down, his ear now closer to your lips. “Come again?”

“God Damn it, Roman! I can’t get myself off, ok!” You yell at him. He shakes his head and you notice that he’s chuckling. “Are you laughing at me? See this is why I shouldn’t tell you shit. Everything’s a joke to yo-“ you were cut off by a swift movement. Before you were able to follow him, Roman has your back pushed against his chest and he begins kissing your temple. “Let me show you” he whispered. “I can help.” He pushed your hair away from your neck, tracing the length of it with his fingers. “Please?” He begged. Having little self-restraint, and feeling tired of losing the endless battle with your body, you willingly accept his offers.

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. Once there he kisses your hand before promising to return. You start pacing as you wait, wondering if this was a terrible idea and if an orgasm was really worth sacrificing your friendship over. But when he comes back to your room, carrying the full-length mirror from the bathroom, you were intrigued. He gently places it in front of your bed.

“Come here,” he says softly. You did as he asks and drags his hand from your collarbone and up your neck, forcing you to look up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft that you could feel yourself melting in his arms. You feel his other hand move down to the tie of your robe, undoing it swiftly, and letting the silky black material fall off your body. He breaks the kiss the look down at you before looking back up at you through his thick lashes.

“A body like yours should never go unsatisfied.” His compliment made your heart race and you were more eager than ever to get his hands on you. You wasted no time pushing off his blazer and untucking his white v neck from his slacks. You loved the way he dressed. He was the perfect combination of sexy, classy and dangerous. But as of right now, all you wanted was to see these designer clothes littered across your hardwood floors. Once he was completely bare, he took the time to take off his newest watch, an investment you couldn’t even imagine making.

“Don’t want to get this wet.” He explained, placing the piece with his ring on the dresser. Then turned back to face her. And you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sight. He was flawless. Every part of him was better than the fantasies you created in your head. “I want you, Roman. God, I want you.” You confessed. You started kissing down the smooth planes of his chest, lowering yourself with every peck. But before you could reach the place you wanted to go the most, Roman stopped you.

“I’m here for you.” He reminded you. Taking your hand and led you down to the floor. He moved your bodies so that his back was against the end of the bed, and your back was placed against his chest. He shifted beneath you slipping his long legs beneath yours and opened your legs. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you were displayed perfectly for him.

“I want you to watch me. You need to learn how to take care of this pretty little pussy of yours” he whispered into your ears. His fingers traced the outline of your lips and you let the long digits slipped through. “There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers and brought them down your nipple. Circling around it so lightly, it almost tickled before roughly pulling on it, cause you to let out a gasp. He smiled at you through the reflection before continuing his ministrations. He lazily moved downwards until he got to where you really needed him. You were rolling your hips against him, not being able to sit still with his teasing. His fingers dragged slowly up from your wet opening to your clit. Then he starts circling around it at a slow and rhythmic pace.

“You like that?” He asked. He got his answer in the form of a soft moan. You reached behind you so you can grab his chocolate locks. Roman start nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear quite easily. He slid his other hand away from your nipple and down to your opening. Slipping two of his long and skillful fingers inside you. You had heard the rumors of the magical Roman fingers. But when he curved them to hit your spot so perfectly you almost screamed, you realized they were true.

“Look at yourself. You needed this didn’t you? You’re soaked.” You looked at yourself and you got the first glimpse of what he was capable of. Your whole body was on fire and your heaving chest and erect nipples were showing it. “I’m so close Roman. Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding yourself harder against his length and his fingers. His legs kept you opened for him as both his hands worked tirelessly to get you off.

“Come on baby. Let it go for me, I know you can.” He encouraged. You reached the hand that wasn’t pulling at his hair to squeeze your own nipple. And with a few more seconds of stimulation your back arched away from his chest as your realase finally came. “Roman!” you screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your whole body started convulsing. Roman’s hand slipped out of you and held you to his chest as his fingers kept circling around your clit, helping your release last as long as possible.

When your body finally stopped shaking, you slumped against his chest. You were completely spent. All those weeks of pent frustrations were finally gone and you never felt more relaxed. You turned back to look at Roman, his beautiful green eyes were completely blown.

“Do you want me to…” you trailed off. He shook his head and embarrassingly looked down at himself. “I already did.” You turned around to see he was right. The evidence was coated aross his chest and your back. You giggled a little. “The great sex god, Roman Godfrey, just came from having a girl grind on him?” You said teasingly. He lifted himself off the floor, shaking his head defensively. “You don’t get it. Watching a girl cum for you is just as sexy as getting blown. Especially if the girl is as gorgeous as you are.”

You made your way to your bed and by the time you got comfortable, Roman was back with a warm towel. Once you two were cleaned up, you guys made yourself comfortable on the bed. And with your head on chest and his hands in your hair, you let a “thank you” slip from your lips. You were so tired, you’re sure you imagined him saying “I’d do anything for you”.

Bucky Imagine #3 | Lingerie

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch


Author’s Note: I have so much other stuff to write but sometimes inspiration strikes and I don’t want to lose it. Enjoy Bucky learning about lingerie! 

Rated M for conversation topics and innuendos. 

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Bucky wasn’t the kind of man who just went rummaging around in women’s underwear drawers. He was respectable - a true gentleman, if he said so himself - and yet here he was, eyes lingering a little too long on the lacy strap that had fallen out of the dresser. He had to admit he was curious; things had changed so much in seventy years. Women didn’t wear anything else that was similar to what it was in the forties, surely their underclothes were different, too.

He peaked over his shoulder, eyes scanning the room for any other sign of life before he allowed himself to walk a little closer. He was already invading your privacy by just being here, in your bedroom when the rest of the team was gone, so he just looked at first, studied the little black ribbon and titch of lace that was available to him. 

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Mafia!BTS Reaction: You Know Their Secret (Hyung Line)

Maknae Line | Masterlist

Anonymous asked: Do you take reaction requests?? If so could u do a bts reaction where theyre in the mafia and try to keep it a secret from you but youve known for while and they just found out that you’ve known? tysm!!

A/N: I do take requests! I went kinda overboard, so I’m just gonna do the hyung line for now. 


You had just taken a big bite out of Jin’s latest dish. It was delicious and flavorful as always, but maybe a little too much. You coughed, hitting your chest with one hand as Jin panicked, rushing to bring you some water. After downing a whole glass, you breathed a sigh of relief. So did Jin.

“I’m so sorry, honey! For a second I thought I’d killed you.”

Still recovering, you weren’t thinking as your next words tumbled out of your mouth.

“You’re a professional killer, so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

A long, heavy silence fell over the room as you both realized what you had just said. Horror twisted in your gut. Crap. How could you cover this up?

“What did you just say?” Jin asked, voice low with something very, very dangerous.

There was a long moment where you both stood there, unmoving and unblinking, just staring at one another. Then the panic settled in. Your breathing became quicker, your eyes wide. He knew. He knew you knew. This was bad. He was angry. This was bad.

Jin took a step forward, features softening as he approached you slowly, like one would approach a wounded animal.

“Darling, calm down. It’s—“

Thoughts still hazy, you turned on your heel and made a break for the door, running as fast as you possibly could.

Jin was faster.

You barely made it out of the kitchen when you felt his hand circle around your arm in a vice grip. In the next instant, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying strength you had always known he possessed. You winced, screwing your eyes shut as you looked down. You couldn’t look at him—you were afraid of what you would see.

Gentle but firm, his other hand gripped your chin and made you look into his eyes. They were soft and gentle, the same as they had always been. You felt yourself relax, just a little bit, at that.  

“I think,” he finally said, “you and I need to have a little talk.”


You were home alone, so you decided to take a long, much deserved bath. Eyes closed, you sighed as you soaked in the steaming water. Then, you heard it. A loud bang and a crash from outside the door. Namjoon wasn’t supposed to be home until very late that night, which could only mean it was a break in.

Your eyes snapped open and you practically flew out of the tub, heart hammering in your chest as you thought of your options. You knew Namjoon kept a gun in every room. It was how you discovered his real occupation some time ago.

As quickly as you could, you removed the bathmat at the base of the tub and felt around for a loose tile. Sure enough, your search was fruitful. You grabbed the weapon and slowly backed away. You didn’t want to use it, or even threaten anyone with it, so you stayed put, hoping the intruder wouldn’t come into the washroom. No such luck. Soon enough, the knob jiggled for a moment before the door was pushed open. With shaky hands you put the gun up.

“D-don’t move! I’m not a-afraid to use this!”

“Shit, baby, what the fuck?

Namjoon stood before you, hands up in surrender and eyes wide with shock as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You could have cried at the sight of your boyfriend. Shaking, you lowered the weapon. Then, enraged, you lifted it again.

“You! You scared me half to death! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Namjoon gaped.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Why do you have a gun?!”

“You’re in the mob and you’re asking about your own gun?!”

You froze, realizing your mistake. Namjoon stared at you, wide eyed. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slouched in defeat, almost as if he’d been expecting this. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had.  

“Ok, before we have this conversation,” he said, voice exasperated, “could you please put the gun down? And maybe put some clothes on?”

You looked down at yourself and blushed, placing the gun back on the floor and running past him into the bedroom.

“If you like,” he said, voice amused and suggestive, “we could save the clothes and the conversation for later…”  


Yoongi was still sleeping when you decided to slip out of bed and make breakfast for the both of you. You were flipping pancakes in the kitchen when you heard the unmistakable sound of a knock on the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping one of the pancakes in the process. Cursing, you turned the stove off and marched to the door.

When you opened it, you were surprised to find two men you had never seen before standing in front of you.

You immediately stiffened, thinking about Yoongi’s job. Did they know him? Were these friends or enemies? Were they dangerous? Were you about to get kidnapped? You were so going to kill Yoongi if you got kidnapped because of him.

You fixed the two men with an unamused glare.

“May I help you?”

The men looked almost as surprised to see you as you were to see them. They shifted uncomfortably, looking at one another.

“Uh. Is Suga home?”

‘Suga’ was Yoongi, you knew. You also knew it was a name only his friends knew him by, if the papers you found in his office were anything to go by. Still, you didn’t trust these guys yet.

“Who are you?”

They looked at each other.

“Uh. I’m V and that’s Jimin. We’re—”

“His underlings. Yeah, I know.” You sighed, relieved when you recognized their names. “Sorry, but Suga’s—”

“Awake now.”

You jumped when you felt the heat of another body pressed against your back. Yoongi was standing there, still shirtless, using an arm to lean against the doorframe as he fixed the two visitors with a glare.

“Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow.”


Without saying another word, Yoongi grabbed the door and shut it in their faces. He sighed, still pressed right up against your back. You squirmed, trying to step away from him, but started when you felt both of his hands firmly grasp each of your arms. He pressed further into you, leaning in until you felt his breath on the back of your neck.

You shivered—out of fear or something else, you weren’t sure.

“How long,” he said, his low voice practically a whisper as he spoke into your ear, “have you known about this?”


You and Hoseok were getting some shopping done when you passed by a department store, one of the very upscale and intimidating ones that you dared not enter by yourself. So, naturally, Hoseok decided to drag you inside.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You rolled your eyes at his antics, but obliged nonetheless. He was so happy, after all. While inside, you found yourself surprised as something caught your eye. It was a beautiful silver watch. You leaned over the glass case displaying it, admiring the piece. You had always wanted one of these high-end accessories, but you could never possibly afford it.

“Like what you see, babe?”

You jumped, having almost forgot you were there with your boyfriend. Smiling, you nodded, but shrugged it off with a small, disappointed sigh.

“Yeah, but when in a million years could I ever afford something like this?”

Hoseok blinked, staring at you for a moment in thought before he spoke again, smile ever-present.

“I’ll buy it for you.”

You raised your eyebrows. Of course, you knew Hoseok could afford this sort of thing. He was a mobster after all, and a pretty damn successful one, from what you gathered. But still, he didn’t need to know that you knew. So, you shook your head.

“If I can’t afford it, then you can’t either.”

“Yes, I can,” he replied, persistent.

“No, you can’t.” You glared at him. “I don’t want it that bad, Hoseok.”

“Sure you do.”


“Babe it’s ok, I’ll buy—“

“If I want this watch,” you snapped, irritation taking over you, “then I want it with good, honest money. Not—“ you gasped, cutting yourself off once you realized what you said.

“Not what, babe?”

Everything around you seemed to stop—the bustling department store seemed empty, the lights seemed dimmer. All you could focus on was Hoseok, his eyes darkening while the smile remained on his face. You had a feeling you weren’t the first person to be on the receiving end of such a look. Your sweet, loving boyfriend was replaced with someone else.

He was terrifying.

Still smiling, Hoseok leaned forward until your faces were centimeters apart.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his sweet voice laced with venom, “is there something you’d like to tell me?”  

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 |

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

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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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Two Can Play That Game

Summary: Bucky wants to be a tease on Halloween, but you plan on having it so that it’s not just a one way street.

Word Count: 5260 (i got carried away woops)

Warnings: SMUT (thigh riding, oral, like three different positions it’s all sin), swearing

“I don’t know, what do you guys want to be?” Wanda asks from your desk chair in boredom, spinning around mindlessly. You, her, and Nat had been talking about Tony’s Halloween party, and what your costumes were going to be.

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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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single dad , boxer!tom ♡ head canon

Summary: the biggest surprise of his life turned out to be the biggest miracle


WC: 2238

Warnings: Some language

Author’s Note: i went a bit over board, part 2, anyone? feedback is always welcome 

  • Amelia had taken over Tom’s world completely from the moment she landed on his doorstep at a young age of 2 with nothing but a note and a birth certificate
  • Tom was quite surprised to open his apartment door one morning on the way out to training only to find a small girl with wide eyes looking up at him
    • Oddly enough he was thrown off guard by the fact it felt like looking into a much smaller mirror
  • He wasn’t sure how long she had been there and tried to talk to her
  • She had looked down at her shoes, not engaging in much conversation with him
  • “Are you lost, darling?”
  • She’d shake her little head
  • “Mom said stay here”
  • And her small voice would squeak out a barely coherent sentence, making Tom squat down to her level
    • “Where’s your mum?”
    • “She left”
  • Poor Tom would have been so confused
  • He’d set down his gym bag and focus all of his attention on helping this “lost little girl”
  • Amelia wore a backpack on her frail shoulders, so Tom had thought maybe he could find some contact information in there
  • “Can I please see your backpack? It’s quite pretty!”
  • She’d perk up at his compliment and take it off of her shoulders, now excited to show him every feature of it
  • Tom couldn’t help but smile softly at the little girl who was rather excited to show off her backpack, as he found it quite adorable
  • He agreed to let her to unzip it, revealing a stash of clothing and a few papers tucked away
  • “May I see those papers, please?”
  • His voice would switch to a much gentler tone, hoping to coax her into allowing him to see if there was any useful information as to help her find her mum 
  • The soft brunette curls atop her head bounced slightly as she nodded, eager to share with Tom
  • He pulled the papers out and unfolded them, only to find a birth certificate accompanied by a multi-page letter
  • Curiosity coursed through him and he opted to read the birth certificate first
  • He smoothed out the paper as his eyes scanned the document
  • “So, your name is Amelia Grace Holl-”
  • His eyes would go tremendously wide
    • It would kind of click now after taking in her much similar appearance to him
  • She stared up at him with her eyes that now held a whole new meaning
  • He sat on the ground, Amelia copying his actions clumsily
  • She watched him intently as he reviewed the letter that was in his hands
  • He didn’t even remember her mother fully, a one night stand he was sure happened after a victory for a successful boxing match or something to that effect
  • He let out a heavy sigh, Amelia mimicking him
  • His heart warmed, for the first time in a very long time, as she giggled after copying him

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@x-unvoid: Can you do a harry hook imagine where you get kid napped and he’s a worried af boyfriend lol I’m so basic

Harry Hook x Reader

Hades’ daughter, Y/N, has been kidnapped by Scar’s son, Santiago, and Claude Frollo’s son, Calvin, in order to get revenge on the infamous Harry Hook



warnings: swearing, threatening, kidnapping, mature content a bit, and a bit of fluff at end

word count: 2967

Originally posted by butterflywingednight


That’s all you could see as a bag was flung over your head in the middle of the night while walking home from Ursula’s Fish & Chips after the traditional game night you, Uma, Harry, and Gil had every Wednesday night. 

Harry, your long term boyfriend of three years, had insisted to walk you home, but you protested by saying you were big enough to take care of yourself and reassured Harry that you’d see him after he had helped Uma close up for the night, meeting back at your place. But he was going to be in for a surprise when he got to your place. 

A hand was placed over your mouth before you knew it you were being swept off your feet and carried into the darkness. 

Who in the hell was taking you this late at night? Maybe they were waiting until you were alone to be able to sweep you off your feet without anybody noticing? 

You didn’t know and you had no idea who was taking you until you heard a familiar voice speak from beside you. 

“Don’t you think Harry will be mad? I mean, he’s bound to find out sooner or later, San.” Calvin stated as he kept look out for Santiago, making sure that nobody was witnessing the whole ordeal. 

“Shut up, you idiot! She may not be able to speak, but she can certainly hear your voice, you fool!” Santiago hissed, hitting Calvin in his arm that earned a groan from the boy. Santiago rolled his eyes at how pathetic Calvin was being and turned his attention back to the girl in his arms. He wasn’t wrong, though. You could everything crystal clear and you couldn’t wait until Harry found out and came to your rescue.  

Harry had always promised that him and the crew would always protect you, no matter what. Harry was very protective and always promised you two would find a way off the Isle somehow and someway. If there was one person he would go to ends of the earth for, it was you and only you. It was like you put a spell on him and he was all yours. 

You were drawn from your thoughts when you were thrown onto the cold, hard, and rough floor that was most likely Santiago’s cave. He had always kept his prisoners in there because not a single person would even dare to step foot in his cave, especially with the sons and daughter of the three hyena’s hanging around the cave. Shania, Benji, and Erik. The three were even more scary than Uma, Harry, and Gill put together. 

Your mouth was uncovered, but before you could even make a sound there was a piece of cloth shoved into your mouth, basically gagging you. Calvin worked on tying your hands behind your back as your mouth was being stuffed with the cloth. You began to squirm around on the scratchy ground, scratching up your knees in the process. You knew there was no way in getting out of this. 

“Not so tough now, huh? Your little hook boy can’t come and save you, darlin’. Sorry to break it to you.” Santiago spoke as he let out a sinister laugh, dragging his hand across your cheek, making you nudge away from his touch. “He took what’s ours and now we’re taking what’s his. Don’t take it too personally.” Calvin said as he shrugged and got up from the floor, following behind Santiago as they waltzed their way out of the room. 

You were fucked. 

Harry made his way through the alleyway as his hook twirled around in the palm of his left hand, whistling a faint tune. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have let Y/N walk home all by herself, but he knew that she was big enough to handle herself and she had magic on her side from her father. 

Boy, was he wrong. 

He made his way to Y/N’s home, stopping at her door before slowly pushing it open in fear that she was sound asleep and afraid that he might end up waking her up. Harry shut the door behind him before beginning to climb the stair that laid in front of him, still whistling but in a softer tune this time. Harry had always found it better to listen to the sound of music or whistling instead of hearing the ticking noise on his father’s boat when he was younger. 

Once Harry reached the top of the stairs he set his tricorn on the railing along with his hook, letting it hang from the railing. Harry made his way towards the bedroom, trying to make as little noise as he possibly could as he approached the room that him and Y/N had shared from time to time. Harry peeped his head through the cracked door, pushing it open a bit with a smile of his face before having it fall flat at the realization that Y/N had not been in the room. 

“Y/N?” He called out in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows. 

No answer. 

“Y/N? Where are you? I swear to god if you’re pulling some shit on me-” Harry stopped once he finally came to the realization that you weren’t actually there. His heartbeat started to speedup and become louder, almost being able to actually hear it through his own ears. Harry’s whole face turned a deep red and his whole body tensed up at the thought of what might be actually happening right now. 

His heart began to sink. 

If he wouldn’t have let you walk alone, then maybe you would be in bed where he was expecting to see you. Safe, waiting for him, all wrapped up in blankets with inviting and open arms. 

Harry shook away his thoughts before rushing to the railing, grabbing his tricorn hat and hook, sliding it into the palm of his left hand and keeping a firm grip on it until his knuckles turned white. 

He knew exactly who did this and it was all over a stupid scarf that he had swiped from Calvin’s neck that ended up in someone else’s hands by the end of the night in Ursula’s Fish & Chips. The scarf wasn’t even that good and he couldn’t understand why he needed it back so badly to the point where he would kidnap his girlfriend. 

Harry stormed over towards Ursula’s Fish & Chips to gather up Gil and Uma to come along for the showdown. Harry knew that they’d help him. They always had his back no matter what and that’s why he loved them to bits and pieces. 

Harry banged on the saloon styled doors, shaking them violently to get Uma’s attention or even Gil’s attention. He was breathless and desperate. Harry knew that he couldn’t go alone, but if he had to, then he would. 

“What’s so important that you had to almost knock my d-” Uma opened the door, scolding him and questioning him before actually taking a moment to take in Harry’s appearance. Harry’s pupils has been blown, he was completely breathless, his jaw clenched, and his body was so tensed up that he could’ve probably explode at any moment. 

“Santiago and Calvin have taken Y/N, Uma. I need you to help me get her back, please? You can either come with me or not, but I don’t have much time to waste, okay? Who knows what those two fucking scumbags could be doing to her right now.” Harry spoke quickly as he rushed the sentence from his mouth, staring at Uma with his blown pupils. Uma can definitely tell that he wasn’t kidding and he was worried out of his mind. She needed to help him. 

Uma rushed back inside, grabbing a sword from the drop-off bucket before placing it in the sheath that was around her hip and rushing back to Harry. Uma shut the saloon doors behind her before running off into the darkness of the night. 

Your fingers curled around the rope as you desperately tried to unravel the knot that had been tied, but failing attempt after attempt. It was better than having to listen to the three annoying laughs that would occasionally fill the cave. 

Santiago and Calvin had been so wrapped up in arguing about whether or not Mal and Ben’s relationship was going to work out, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted to be wrapped up in Harry’s arms with having him tell you everything was going to be okay and how stupid he was for letting you walk home on your own, but he wasn’t being stupid and was actually showing trust and believing in you. 

You were drawn from your thoughts as Shania, Benji, and Erik began to circle around you, their laughs echoing the cave. 

“Your little boy toy isn’t here to save you, now is he? Such a shame that he let a pretty little thing like you roam the Isle at night, Y/N.” Benji spoke as he circled around, letting out a sinister laugh. “Maybe when he does get here, then we could just get him to go away by mocking the ticking noise that drove his own father insane!” Shania teased, her laugh following right behind Benji’s. “We could just tell him that the crock is following right behind him and we’ll have him running for the hills!” Erick added in, nudging his fellow cousins before following the both of them with his high pitched laugh. 

You hissed at them, attempting to get the rag out of your mouth, but failing horribly. You just wanted to rip them to shreds from the words that were shamelessly dripping from their lips about your boyfriend. Nobody could and would ever talk about him that way if you were able to punch them right in the mouth to shut them up. 

“Harry wouldn’t even come towards us with his hook! What is he gonna do? Jab at us w-” Shania was interrupted by a thick Scottish accent, knowing exactly who was cutting her off and she didn’t even have to turn around to find out.

“Well, well, well,” Harry spoke up, dragging his hook across the cave walls before letting out a small and sinister chuckle from under his breath. “I’m actually very hurt that you think that low of me, mate. I could have all five of you hanging from off the plank in a matter of seconds! Right, Uma?” Harry seethed through gritted teeth, turning to Uma to get her approval of his words before turning his gaze to your own. 

Uma nodded, rolling her eyes at the annoying habit Harry always had. Harry had always sought for approval from anyone he was with just to prove his point and it was annoying, but Uma had learned to put up with it. 

You sat there with the three cousins twirling around you like they were in some sort of cult that was making a sacrifice to the devil. Your face was red from the build up of anger that was boiling inside of you, your arms tied behind your back as it began to get a bit uncomfortable, and your mouth was still gagged with a dirty cloth from Santiago’s cave. It broke Harry’s heart knowing that you had been in so much pain and torture for the past hour or two you had been in here. 

“We just want what’s ours and we’ll give you what’s yours, Harry. You know that scarf has meaning to my father and I, but you still took it!” Calvin scolded at Harry, taken back the fact that he had actually shown up to the forbidden cave of Santiago and Scar. 

Uma sized up to Calvin, looking him up and down with a look of pure disgust. “Just give us the girl back, or we’ll just toss the scarf overboard along with you and the three musketeers! You know I don’t have any problem with taking out the trash, Calvin.” Uma teased, giving him a small boo that caused Calvin to jump back a bit in surprise. Of course, they were all shivering in their boots as soon as Uma came around because everyone knew she basically ran the Isle. When she says something, she means it. 

Harry kept his gaze on your own as your eyes stayed locked during the whole arguing back and forth between Uma and Calvin. Harry’s face twitched a bit before deciding enough was enough. 

Harry drew his sword, gesturing towards the three cousins that had still been circling around Y/N. He looked at Uma before they both decided it was time to get it on and over with.

Shania drew her own sword from it’s sheath before rushing over towards Harry with determination that she wasn’t going down without a fight. Harry did the same as he quickly knelt on the ground as Shania came into view, sweeping her legs right from underneath her as it left her laying on the floor that was below her. 

Uma began to take on the two boys, eventually getting a hold of Calvin’s sword before taking a blow to the back of the head from Santiago that caused her to stumble onto the ground as pain burned behind her eyes. Uma struggled to get to her feet, but eventually regaining her balance and reaching for the two swords that had been on the scattered on the floor after taking the blow to the head. 

Uma thrusts both swords at the boys before taking the opportunity to point both sharp ends at their throats, causing them to lift up their heads up in fear. Uma took that chance to get close enough to Santiago before kicking him in the groin area that caused the boy to drop down on both knees, taking an advantage of his pain in order to snatch the third sword. 

Calvin’s eyed widened before deciding enough was enough as he made his way to escape through the entrance of the cave, leaving his partner in crime to fend for himself. 

Uma watched Santiago cower away in pain, pointing the end of the knife to his throat once more before forcing him to scatter to his feet, still groaning in the pain that had been inflicted on him. 

Meanwhile, Harry was fighting off Shania as he pointed the sword down to her torso, basically threatening the other two that he would do damage if they had moved any closer. The four of them quickly shifted their attention over to Uma who had already scared one off and was about the scare off the other one which would also make the other three scatter along with them. 

“Give up yet? We could take all three of you to the plank if that’s what you want, but I don’t think it is, is it?” Uma questioned, shuffling her body closer to Santiago as the sword began to get closer and closer to his neck, threatening to cause harm if he moved forwards to fight back.

Santiago was trembling in fear as he flinched at her words, shaking his head. “N-No…” He stuttered, keeping his back against the cave wall as he did not want to move an inch closer in fear of what Uma might do. Uma let a crazed spread across her lips as she shook her head in approval. “That’s what I thought, San. Now, scram before I have each and every single one of you swimming with the sharks!” Uma lowered her sword, gesturing to the entrance of the cave as if she was telling all of them to leave before they actually did some real damage. 

Harry removed his sword from Shania’s torso, watching as all four scattered around to leave the cave as fast as they could, a small grin forming on Harry’s face that seemed even more crazed than Uma’s. You had watch the whole thing happen, yours eyes had been widened the whole time in horror and you just couldn’t wait to get out of here. 

After the four had fled the cave, Harry rushed over to you as he pulled the gag from out of your mouth and took the pocket knife that was secured around his belt, cutting the ropes from your wrist that had left a few bruises and redness from them being so tight. Harry pulled you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with his palm as he tucked your head into his chest. Your arms immediately snaked around his torso, letting out a few deep breaths and a few sobs. Harry pulled himself away, his fingers stroking the hair away from your face that had fallen while you were tied down before swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. 

“Y/N, I was so worried. I thought I lost you forever and I’m so stupid for letting y-” You curled your fingers around the collar of his coat before pulling him close to you, replacing your hands to his cheeks as his lips met your own. You knew you had to shut him up and keep him from saying anything else. Harry placed his palm on the side of your face before cradling it as his fingers danced softly along the apples of your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips that was more sweet than passionate. 

He pulled away, breaking into a smile. “Just promise me from now on that you’ll let me walk you home when I offer it, okay?” He spoke softly, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. 


And with that being said, you both got to your feet, interlocking your fingers together before making your way into the darkness that consumed the night. 

I’m soooo sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors:((((((  I’ve been so busy the past few days with school starting back up soon and sports:( but my writing will definitely improve when I’m not super busy with everything happening at once! I hope you enjoyed it and I’m already beginning to work on other writings, so if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to ask!

Escape (Ethan)


The audience was roaring with screaming and shrieking as Ethan and Grayson Dolan burst through a fake wall, their helmets sliding off their heads in the process. Ethan went tumbling to the ground, catching himself with his hands before propping himself up to his feet, smiling awkwardly with embarrassment although the whole thing was entirely staged. He was a better actor than he realized. They high-fived the fans along the short pathway to the TRL stage where the other co-hosts were waiting. They exchanged short hugs with the co-hosts before pulling their microphones to their mouths yelling a loud “WHAT’S UP GUYS!”

You stood off to the side, toying anxiously with your fingers as you watched your boyfriend run his fingers through his hair for the fifth time in five minutes. He hated being in the spotlight and although anyone who didn’t know him would think nothing of it, you could visibly see his anxiety was getting the best of him. He had been in a pretty bad mood since he woke up but he still stood tall, faking a smile for the cameras and going along with whatever stupid shit TRL came up with. The show ended about an hour later and Ethan came running off to the side towards you. He hugged you for a split second before pulling away. You tried to ignore the sting of disappointment. Normally he was showering you with kisses after every show. In the eight weeks they had been filming it had become almost like a ritual. You had gone to every single show, following him around like some lost puppy and between all the trips back to Jersey, New York, L.A then back again maybe it was too much. You frowned. Maybe he wasn’t in a bad mood, maybe he was just annoyed with you.

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No Strings (VIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,609

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by ulikethischain

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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.”

Were You Try to Piss Me Off?

Pairing:  Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader (Female)

Summary:   Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.

A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!” 

A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!

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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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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~


  • 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 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


  • 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,,,,,,,,,,


  • 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 
Closing the Gate and Coming Home

Eleven tiredly leaned her head against the car window, while subtly wiping blood still running out of her nose.

“Hey you okay?” Hopper asked.

“Yes.” she replied in a quiet whisper. Even though she felt utterly weak, like all her power had been drained. She just needed sleep, wrapped in a cozy blanket on a warm bed.

Eleven sat up straighter in her seat, looking at the familiar surroundings and recognizable roads. She still felt the need to ask “where are we going?”

Hopper gave her a heartfelt look. “We’re going home kid.”

She leaned her head back as the streetlights reflected off her teary eyes. “Home” she smiled.

Waiting nervously in Hopper’s cabin, Mike paced back and forth across the room.

He caught Dustin’s attention ever since Steve’s car ride back “Dude you seriously need to stop that! You’re freaking me the hell out.”

“Don’t you think El and Hopper should have came back by now?” Mike said, continuing to walk from one wall to another.

Lucas stepped forward “But the gate’s closed. You even said it had to be Eleven.”

Mike turned around to face both of them sitting on the couch. “Because it was El! But how do I know she didn’t get obliterated like last time? How do I know if she gave herself up to save us! To save all of us!” He felt tears starting to form under his eye. He turned away from them to wipe his watery eyes dry as he walked towards the bedroom with Will sleeping peacefully.

Mike sat beside Joyce across his best friend’s bed, along with Jonathan and Nancy.

“How is he?”

Joyce held his hand and smiled. “My boy’s going to be just fine. He’s going to be just fine.” she repeated smiling back to Mike.

Nancy leaned her head into Jonathan’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the side of her head. She looked across the bed to see her brother’s uneasy face.

She didn’t need to ask to know what it was about. “Mike she’s okay. She’ll be here soon, just hold on a little longer.”

Mike gave a little nod and a half smile. He quietly exited the bedroom and joined Dustin and Lucas on the couch.

In the living room, Steve sat by the kitchen table while Max sat across from him, and the boys remained quiet on the couch. No one talked, the room just filled with absolute silence. It had been one hell of a night for all of them, but they were safe now. It was too hard to even talk about anything, especially when the two most necessary people in their group haven’t returned yet.

Mike remained staring at the front door. He couldn’t help let any pessimistic thoughts run through his mind, especially after living three hundred and fifty-three days without her. Thinking about what would happen if he lost her any longer than that devastated him. It’s almost like this soul crushing fear would now live with him forever, and it would always be about Eleven. He was far too young to feel such pain and agony but he couldn’t help it, he cared too much.

Steve glanced over to Mike for a little while. He wanted to say something to comfort him but the words couldn’t seem to come out. Mike was just a kid, a thirteen year old boy, yet he learned so much from him tonight. He realized heartbreak could mean various things, other than the person you love the most not loving you back. It could also mean two people who love each other so deeply, but never seeing each other again. A tear slid down his cheek thinking about what he would do if Nancy died. He trusted Jonathan to take care of her, he knew he was a good guy. He would never tell Jonathan that though because of the pain that came with the fact that Nancy chose him, and loved him over Steve. He couldn’t imagine how Mike was feeling right now, because he knew Nancy was safe in that bedroom cuddled in Jonathan’s arms. But as for Mike, his worry was left up to hope and destiny. If Eleven had come back once, she could come back again. He just wished he could tell the kid that without getting him riled up.

After a while Lucas and Dustin started rubbing Mike’s back. They knew what it was like to lose someone they cared about. They had lost Will before. But Mike was a bit different, he was more sensitive to the matter that this may have been the girl he loved and could be his forever. They were definitely both too young to understand what love was anyways. Dustin thought he knew a little bit since Max had crushed his heart into a million pieces. But he was also happy for his best friend.

Half an hour passed and Max fell asleep in her folded arms on the table. Steve began to read the newspaper, trying to turn each page with as little noise possible. Dustin had made five trips to the fridge and back for more chocolate pudding. Lucas had fallen asleep to watching the back of Max’s pretty red hair. And Mike still had his eyes glued to the door, not having moved one bit.

A sudden flash of lights peaked through the windows, and the sound of tires rolling over rocky gravel became louder.

Mike shot out of his seat and burst through the front door onto the porch. All the relief flooded his face seeing Eleven step out of the car. His eyes were nearly in tears as he began running faster and faster up to her. He was going in for a hug when her body collapsed right into him. He caught her right away, holding her securely with both his arms. She lifted her head to look up at him, not realizing they were inches apart. “Mike!” He saw how her nose was still bleeding, and he gently wiped it off with his sleeve.

He quickly looked at Hopper starting to panic “What’s wrong with El?! What’s wrong with her? Why is her nose still bleeding? Hopper? What’s wrong with her!?”

“Let’s get her inside first.” Hopper bent down and took Eleven’s fragile body out of Mike’s arms. He carried her inside to the second bedroom with Mike following closely behind.

Dustin jumped off the couch, spilling his pudding all over his shirt. “Holy shit! What the hell happened to her!”

Dustin slapped Lucas’ arm to wake him, and Max groggily lifted her head up from all the commotion. The three of them stood behind Mike through the doorway as Hopper started heating up some blankets and wrapping Eleven in them.

Steve dropped the newspaper and headed towards Eleven’s room as the door from the first bedroom opened, with Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy coming out.

Everyone entered the room and surrounded Eleven’s bed, Mike being the closest knelt down to her left side.

“Do you need some help with that?” Joyce asked, seeing that Hopper was trying to find more blankets.

“Yes, just those ones to your right.”

She got them and started helping Hopper heat them by the fire before placing them over Eleven’s cold body.

She curled in closer to Mike, as he held both her hands in his.

Nancy looked to Hopper when he placed the last blanket on her. “What happened to her?”

He straightened his back and turned to the group “When she closed the gate, she levitated. I think she used so much of her power it kind of drained  her.”

“Will she be okay?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes” Eleven replied in a quiet voice from the bed.

Everyone looked down and faced Eleven. With the amount of pain she was feeling, she thought she would have been halfway happy. But she was surrounded by her friends, her family, and her home. She was fully happy.

Hopper ruffled her hair gently and smiled “Maybe we should all just let her rest.”

Everyone slowly left the room one by one. First Steve, who gave her a proud smile. Then Jonathan and Nancy with their arms around each other. Max, Lucas, and Dustin who gave her little winks. Then Joyce, who softly kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. Hopper left shortly after her, closing the door behind him. Mike was the last one left.

He slowly got up from his knees and let go of her hands. He turned around and began to slowly walk towards the door.

Eleven sat up in her bed “Mike?”



“Are you sure El? Hopper said you needed sleep.”


He walked back towards her and pulled a chair next to the bed. He sat down, being surprised that the chair was a lot lower than he expected. He was at the same eye level as Eleven. He gave her a soft little smile and replied “Okay.”

She curled in closer to him again, holding his hands. “Mike, stay until I fall asleep.”

He brought himself closer to her, and held her hands a little tighter “I will. I’m right here.”

She nodded her head and sunk deeper into her pillow. She didn’t want to sleep though, she just wanted to stay and be here with Mike. Just to feel his hand hold hers, to actually see him and talk to him. That’s what she wanted to do all night long. “Mike?”

“Yes El?”

“Can we talk?”

“Of course we can.”

He leaned his head sideways on the chair, now seeing every inch of her pretty face closer to him.

“Mike I’m sorry.” she said as her chin began to tremble. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk back to you.”

A broken smile formed across his face. He held her hand with his right, but circled her wrist with his left. “El that wasn’t your fault! It’s no one’s fault- well maybe it’s the bad man’s fault.. But that doesn’t matter anymore okay? You’re here now, and you’re safe.”

She brought her eyes up to his “And I’m home.”

“Yeah and we’re all so thankful you’re here now.” Mike’s eyes started to water “And it hasn’t felt like home for three hundred and fifty- three days, not until day three hundred and fifty- four.” His voice began to break, realizing he wasn’t talking about a house anymore, but in fact a person. “I missed you so much El.”

Eleven didn’t want to cry again. She already cried too much, and screamed and got angry. She just wanted to be happy, and she was, but she couldn’t help a tear escape one of her eyes. “I missed you too.”

He stroked the top of her hand with his thumb. “You know I always felt your presence. I thought I saw you some days but then it was like I was chasing my imagination. It was really like you were there though.”

“I was.”

“What?” he turned himself in closer to her, confused.

“I saw that mouth breather making you smile. I got mad.”

Mike’s eyes opened wider. He knew Madmax was too good at skateboarding to just randomly fall off. “That was Max! Oh El there’s nothing to worry about, she was only trying to be my friend. I was being a bit stupid because I wouldn’t let her into the group. I didn’t want her to take your place. But she’s not a mouth breather, well I kinda thought she was until Lucas told me otherwise.”

“Until Lucas told you otherwise?”

“Yeah, they’re kind of a thing… I think?”

“A thing?”

“Yeah, like together. They both like each other more than friends.”

“Oh” Eleven blushed feeling this little piece of anger inside her drop.

“I can’t believe that was you. I mean, I knew it! The guys thought I was going crazy. But I knew all along…” he said proudly.

She couldn’t think of anything else to say so she just smiled. She always looked out for him even during times that he wasn’t aware of.

Mike sat in the chair thinking about how their lives can go on in a normal way, finally. “You know, I was just thinking. Since there’s no more upside down, things can go back to normal again.”

Eleven gave a simple nod, letting him continue.

“You can come over with the guys and we’ll teach you how to play dungeons and dragons. And I still have the fort you slept in a year ago with some of the toys you like so if you ever want to sleep over…”

Eleven continued nodding, listening intently to Mike talk.

“And I can show you all these cool science experiments I learned in Mr. Clarke’s class, and I can make you some really good egos… I’ve been practising new recipes.”

Eleven nodded her head eagerly at the sound of egos.

“And we could go to the snowball.” He said in a softer tone.

She lied there in bed giving him the softest expression she has ever made. Her eyes twinkled, and her dimples showed. “The snowball.” she repeated.

“We missed the one last year. I don’t know how it turned out though because I didn’t go…”

“I know. I heard you.” she reached to lay a hand on his shoulder and leaned in closer “But we’ll go this time.”

He felt so comforted and glad by her words. “Yeah, it’s about one month away. I- I still need to learn how to dance.”


“Oh yeah… well I’ll explain that another time.” He brushed it off, not knowing what to say to her since he knew so little in that field anyways.

Eleven brought her chin closer to the edge of the mattress. “Mike?”

“Yeah El?”

“I’m happy you’re here with me.”

“Well I’m happy you’re here with me too.” He replied back, intertwining his hand back into hers.

“I don’t ever want to leave you. Not again.” she said as her tired eyes could only reach his lips.

He looked down at her lips, then to her long lashes leaning in closer. “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

She brought her head up from her pillow leaning in closer to Mike. Her eyes almost half asleep. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He replies.

Their eyes were so close, their noses almost touching. But he saw how tired she was, and to do what he wanted to do ever since the snowball last year had to wait.

He leaned back into the chair and curled his body the same way Eleven had. He smiled at her right before her eyes closed. “Goodnight El.”

He watched her peacefully sleep, for a couple minutes until he shut his eyes himself.

In the living room Hopper checked the time and Mike had been in her room for over an hour already. It was getting late, and Eleven really needed to sleep now. He figured Mike in her room would keep her up all night. Hopper tiptoed towards the bedroom, and gently turned the knob. He opened it to find Mike sleeping on a chair with his head on the edge of the mattress and Eleven sleeping close to him with both her hands intertwined with Mike’s. He froze for a second, and grinned. It looked like she was in good care.

“Goodnight kids.” He whispered even though they were already both fast asleep. He quietly closed the bedroom door and walked back over to Joyce smoking on the couch.

Varsity Jackets and Peaches - Part 2

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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. 

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  “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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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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not a crush

requested by: @tonight-couldbeforgettable

summaryYou and Peter are always in competition with one another to see who’s smart enough to come out on top. But once you get paired with your “enemy” for a large project, you find out that there’s way more to Peter Parker than meets the eye.

pairings: peter parker x reader 

word count: 1.7k 

a/n: this was the cutest shit to write y’all, i’m telling you. i missed writing fics with my precious peter in them. xx

You twirled your pen restlessly in between your fingers while listening intently for your chemistry teacher to announce who got the highest grade on the test last week. You had studied for hours, weeks on end, to come out on top of this one–you were not going to let Parker take it from you this time.

The two of you had all of your classes together, much to your dismay. You were always the best, always the smartest, until this semester started and this kid began giving you a run for your money. Every class became a contest to see who was better.

Your eyes flickered over to where he sat in the row next to you, and he was just as on edge as you were–his hands tightly gripped the edge of his desk. Before you could return your gaze to the front of the class, his eyes suddenly moved to meet yours.

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom have recently become engaged and moved in together. You go out to buy some groceries.

Warnings: Swears. Come on, it’s me. Maybe a lil innuendo if you squint. Uhm, and fluff. Hella fluff man.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: This is the single most self-indulgent bullshit piece I have EVER written in my WHOLE life, and I’ve been writing shit for like seven years. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as my romantically frustrated ass enjoyed writing it.

You woke up to sunlight drifting lazily through your brand new off-white curtains. A smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, you snuggled in closer to your long-time boyfriend, now fiancé, who sounded like he was still asleep. You turned a little so you could look up at him. With his mouth half open, breathing heavily, he would probably be asleep for a while. Your smile turned into a mischievous grin.

You leaned far enough upwards that you could reach his face. Then, you began peppering his forehead, cheeks, and shoulders with kisses. He started to stir a little, so you paused. Eyes barely open, he looked down at you, a soft smile breaking across his face, more beautiful than the sunrise happening outside, you were sure. You returned the smile before leaning up again to give him a long kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He sighed. “Good morning, darling.”

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