she needs to do more voice overs

vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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On Edge - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)

Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Smut - edging, fingering, teasing -, dominant!Sherlock

Word count: 2,447

A/N: This is the longest piece of smut I’ve written and it’s not even smut like so, wow. I hope you like this!

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Originally posted by iamcumberlocked

Sherlock stomped from one side to the other of the flat.  He was frantically looking for that tiny carton box, hidden somewhere inside that messy labyrinth he had unconsciously created. She was sitting on the sofa, knowing exactly what he was doing but pretending to ignore it, although Sherlock had noticed that sly smirk formed on her red lips.

Not a case, not a single one, and that was his curse. He had saved everyone and gotten to be a big and famous detective, but what was the price of fame? Boredom, that was.

“I need them.” Sherlock begged. His back was turned to her, but he knew exactly how big and curved that mischievous grin on her face was.

“No.” She replied.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sherlock finally turned to see her.

Her legs were crossed, one over the other, and her feet were pointing at him. The black high heels matched the black pencil skirt that failed to hide the soft skin from her thighs. Her hands were holding one of his old books, and her arms rested lazily over one of the arm-holders. A messy strand of hair had fell over her face, framing it so delicately it made Sherlock get distracted for a few milliseconds.

“John told me you were annoying when you were bored.” She said, “But I have to say it: You are fascinating.”

“I’m even better when I’m smoking.” Sherlock snapped. He lifted his chin, trying to look like the intimidating man from the newspapers rather than an anxious boy.

“Those things will kill you one day.” She leaned back on the couch, allowing her head to fall back on the pillow. Sherlock observed said movement as if it had been performed in slow motion.

How the lose strand bounced over her nose before falling back to the side. The way her eyes shut after her head touched the soft fabric, and that slight breeze of air her lips expelled. The way her chest rose up a bit after, inhaling once more. And her feet, one of them – the one from the leg crossed on top – still pointing at him. How her delicate hands left the book over her lap, calling his attention to focus yet again on her skin.

He was driving him insane.

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~College!au Pen Pal Yoongi~ PART FOUR

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi trailed after his friends entering the club. Warning off the younger ones to not end up wasted by the end of the night, he headed for the bar. Sitting down on one of the bar stools, he greeted the bartender.

“Just a beer.” The bartender nodded in response before turning around. 

Taking a look at his surroundings, Yoongi noticed someone sitting a few stools beside him. She was young, as young as he was probably, sat at the bar, eyes trained on her tall glass of water. 

“You look out of place,” Yoongi called over the music. Snapping her head up, she gave a polite smile. “My friends are here. I’m their driver.”

“Ah. That must suck,” Yoongi took a swig from the beer bottle given to him by the bartender.

“Eh, we take turns,” She shrugged in response, taking a sip of the water. “You have a ride?”

“That would be me,” A voice cut in. Yoongi turned to Namjoon with a raised brow. “I’m heading out for a minute. Make sure the boys don’t…do anything crazy, okay?”

Simply nodding his head, Yoongi returned his attention to the girl beside him. “You look like you’re in a mood?” She cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes, as if analyzing him. 

“That’s just my resting face,” Yoongi shrugged it off. 

“Man, you need to smile more,” She shook her head, scooting over so she was in the stool just left of his. 

“Hm, not the first time I’ve heard someone say that,” Yoongi looked up as in thought.

“Well, you should listen to them. Life’s too short to be living it so gloomily,” She placed her elbow on the counter and rested her head against her hand. 

Yoongi could only shrug. “I like staying inside my own room. I’m happy in there.”

“I can relate. My friends had to practically drag me out of mine,” She sighed.

“They did?”

“Yeah, and usually I’m one for going out and having a blast. Just wasn’t feeling it tonight, though.” Yoongi knew there was a reason but he didn’t pry. 

“Don’t mind me asking but what’s your name?”

Smiling brightly, she stuck her hand out, “Y/N!”


You waited for the man beside you to shake your hand but he only eyed it curiously.

“Uh, you’re supposed to shake it, you know that, right?” You asked warily. The man hesitantly shook your hand. “Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you!” Instead of receiving an answer, he went back to drinking his beer. Pouting, you stared at him. 

Gazing at you in the corner of his eye, he turned to you, “Can I help you with something?”

“No, probably not. You just remind me of someone I know.”

“Must be a joy to be around,” Yoongi muttered, sarcastically.

“Oh, he’s nice. I like him,” you shrugged referring to your pen pal. You didn’t know that much about him, besides that he’s quite the opposite of you. “Total opposites.”

“I know someone like that, too. Total opposites,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. It wasn’t a full smile, but it was a smile.

“Look! You smiled! See? You just need someone to bring you that smile,” You grinned, cheekily. Why were you talking to this stranger you hardly knew? You were off campus at the moment, so he most likely didn’t go to your college. 

“Right…Well, Namjoon came back in and I’m gonna out. Want one?” He offered the rolled up piece of paper with thousands of deadly chemicals trapped inside waiting to be inhaled. Gulping, you turned away. “Nope. No thanks.”

“Don’t smoke?” He guessed, placing the cigarette between his lips, not bothering to light it yet. 

“No. And I don’t think you should, either. It’s not good for you.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I’m aware of the dangers and I don’t smoke often. Not that kind of guy. What’s the real reason you’re so against it?” He stood up to leave.

“My sister used to smoke. It was bad,” Your eyes stayed glued to the water in front of you. 

“Used to? She stopped?” Yoongi asked, and you knew he wanted your answer to be positive. But deep down he knew it wasn’t.

“Wasn’t able to. Lung cancer,” You mumbled. Sitting back down, he took the cigarette out of his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, you offered a smile, “It was an eye opener for me. Without her death, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Spreading positivity and trying to make others make the best out of life.”

“That’s why you told me not to be so depressed,” Yoongi guessed in a monotone, as if understanding.

“I didn’t say depressed! Just not enthusiastic.”

“What’s there to be enthusiastic about?”

“Uh, friends, family, anything that caused you any spark of happiness?”

“Like a soft spot?”

“Exactly!” You snapped your fingers. “Learn to have a soft spot. Most times it’s a person. And please, make some sort of effort.” You offered one final smile before going to find your friends.

Even after you left, Yoongi pondered over what you had said. He did say he was going to try to be less…like himself for his pen pal. But how? 


WOAH IDK BOUT YOU BUT I THINK THIS CHAP SUCKED👀 SORRY IF IT WENT IN SUCH A BAD DIRECTION. ITLL GET BETTER THOOOO ENJOY THE SOFT YOONGI GIF THO….

Part 5?👀

What experience changed your perspective on life?

I was about 11 years old and I got into a horrible fight at school with my brother who was barely more than a year older than me so we were close growing up, but with a lot of tension. We had a lot of mutual friends and I don’t remember the specifics, but I felt as if he had embarrassed me in front of everyone or diminished me into being some sort of child even though our age difference was small. After school I went to my Grandmother’s as I usually did after school at that time, while my brother went to wrestling practice.


My Grandmother had a thick French accent and lived in an enormous, overgrown looking house that was filled from head to toe with books and I LOVED it. My brother was more sporty than me and that got a lot of attention and appreciation from our father who I was more alienated from for being bookish. My Grandmother was my only kindred spirit in the family and for much of my childhood really.


Anyways I kind of tried to conceal my anger from my Grandmother at first and I was helping her clean (which I enjoyed doing because we would listen to great jazz and blues artists which she loved and she would tell me about the lives of jazz musicians and such, it was all very cool to me). At one point though she said something or other about my brother and I just couldn’t help it, I hadn’t cried in front of my grandmother in years but I was just so angry and frustrated that it all came out. I was so embarrassed, but I just told her everything right then about how overshadowed I felt by him, how my father didn’t love me the way he loved him, feelings I was super ashamed of even having.


She kind of let my emotions hang in the air and just quietly comforted me by rubbing my back, but then she told me to come upstairs with her to her bedroom. Her bedroom had a lot of character like a lot of the house and it was filled with photos and books and albums she loved and especially had a lot of Jewish art on the walls.


She fumbled around in her desk pulling out random papers and odds and ends until she pulled out a dusty photo album that I had never seen before which was in itself remarkable because my grandmother loved to show me photos of when she first came to America and my mother and uncles as children, all that.
We sat down on the bed and she opened it and there were all of these black and white photos of my great-grandparents when they were alive. It started with very small children and my great-grandparents looking very finely dressed and happy and page by page there was just this horrible transformation of the children getting older and my great grandparents looking like they had aged 20 years when their children had only aged a few years. I had some understanding of what was going on of course, I knew about WW2, the holocaust etc. Which is to say, I knew an age appropriate version of all that, but I was beginning to get old enough that something darker was lurking, a more visceral reality to what I knew factually to be true.


We got to the exact center of the album with my Grandmother saying very little except people’s names, when the photos were taken, etc. Then right there, over a photo, pressed between the pages, was a patch, a patch of a yellow star with the word “Juif” on it. And my grandmother, pressed the star to her chest, as if holding it to where it would have been sewn an age ago and gave me a small nod and said in her soft-breazy accent “This one was not mine, I don’t think, but Claudette’s” and she pointed down at the picture that the star had been covering.


It was of two teenage girls, young, perhaps 13 or 14, smiling in front of some sort of railing overlooking a river, stars visible in their clothing. One, I immediately recognized to be my grandmother, who… while a wonderful human being had sort of a crooked smile and a big nose that was altogether too interesting looking to be mainstream beautiful. The girl next to her in the photo looked in many ways like her, but definitely had more classic good looks and a certain radiance that really came off the page.


“This is her. Claudette, my sister. We were very close in age, closer even than you and your brother.” she kept punctuating her sentences with a sort of bitter, humorless laugh and would pause, look away and then look back at the photo.
“She was my best friend, but I was very jealous of her, very. She was beautiful, funny. It hurt to even be jealous of her, she was so likable.” She sighed and I caught sight of the numbers tattooed on her arm, my earliest memory was and is of my grandmother giving me my first hair cut in front of the mirror and her guest room and my eyes catching those numbers in the reflection as if for the first time and the sudden curiosity they inspired. I felt a morbid echo of that curiosity then.


Then she said to me “I never would have thought then. That I would have been the lucky one. Your granmere has gotten old. Claudette will be 15 forever.” and her voice broke on that last word, not quite finishing it.
“Try not to fight with your brother Ezra, or else, do not let the fight go on for too long. You’re young, but you’re smart enough to know that most of us are not young forever. Trust me, the older you get, the more desperately you will need those who knew you when you were young.”


And then just like that the moment was over, she replaced the star, shut the album and shut it all away. Then she went back to cleaning, as if her own heart hadn’t broken all those years ago, as if she hadn’t just blown my own fucking young mind.


My Grandmother died when I was 16, but wrote me a card for my high school graduation in advance knowing that she probably wasn’t going to make it. On the day I graduated I opened and read her advice, her hopes for me, all good stuff. It ended with her recalling that day and what it had meant for her and how she hoped I could find balance in life between being true to myself and not sacrificing happiness. The last line was “We all have a responsibility to remember the bad times, even when it hurts to admit that they happened; just as we have a responsibility to remember the good times, even when it hurts to admit that they’re gone. Congratulations on your graduation, I love you with all of my heart.”


I bawled then, I’m tearing up now just thinking about it. Never has another human being had more of an impact on another than my grandmother had on me.

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 3

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“Out!”

It’s the first thing Y/n wakes up to, Savannah’s outraged voice echoing along the walls of Y/n’s bedroom.

Y/n groans, squinting her eyes open at the sudden movement of her bed shaking wildly.

Savannah’s pulling the stranger out of Y/n’s bed, her merciless hands continuously pushing him out the bedroom door. He’s half awake, his slumberous daze making him scramble as he attempts to throw his clothes back on.

“Fuckin’ Jesus” the unknown man grumbles, his eyes still half closed from the immense amount of alcohol he consumed the previous night.

Savannah remains relentless, despite his attempt to get fully dressed. He even falls at one point, when he hops on one foot to get his leg through his jeans, but she doesn’t stop for a second.

You, get out of here!” she demands, her hand giving him one last shove out the door before she slams it shut.

Y/n groans again, her sensitivity to anything other than complete darkness and silence making her throw the duvets over her head and bury her face in her pillow. She’s well aware that she has to embrace the very few seconds she has of total peace and quiet before Savannah begins to lecture her for the irresponsibility she just walked into.

She’s only able to reunite with darkness for a split second before Savannah pulls the covers completely off of her, bringing her back into the horrifying sunlight.

Y/n falls off the bed, letting out a groan as her still slightly intoxicated body makes contact with the wooden floor. Her hungover state is making it nearly impossible to figure out the chaos unraveling in the room; all she can really understand is the pounding in her head and the burning in her eyes every time she exposes them from their lids.

She rolls over onto her back, huffing as her fingers dig into her eyelids. She coughs, her abrupt movements making her stomach flip with every turn she makes. She’s given no time to recover before Savannah rips her arms away from her face, gripping onto her wrists as she pulls Y/n off of the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here, Y/n?!” Savannah yells, eyes glaring at Y/n’s very, very hungover stance.

Y/n nearly trips over her own two feet as she attempts to balance herself after Savannah harshly pulled her up from her collapsed figure. If she had the capability to answer back, she would have, but she’s still fucked up from last night and can barely stomach the sunlight seeping in from the curtains.

“Is this what you’ve been up to?!” Savannah spits, angry laughter tying into her words, “Is this the kind of shit you’ve been doing while cutting everyone off?! Sleeping with random guys?!”

The last thing Savannah expected to see was Y/n in bed with a half-naked man and empty bottles of alcohol scattered across her bedroom floor. It was extremely rare for Y/n to carelessly consume alcohol and have consistent one night stands. Savannah’s witnessed her go through these phases only a handful of times throughout their friendship, all of which stemmed from Y/n’s toxic intolerance of being alone.

She should have seen this coming, though. After finding out she’s been in a relationship with someone Y/n was in love with, the first thing she should have done was check up on her. But there was so much fear holding her back, so much guilt preventing her from confronting her about it.

She wouldn’t know exactly what to say, or how to say it, without making it sound like she was the shittiest friend in the world. She had a feeling Y/n had feelings for Harry, considering she had mentioned him a plethora of times once she met him.

And Savannah still took it upon herself to date Harry, for her own selfish reasons. She never thought that it was the potential reason Y/n was so distant. That thought was the last one in the back of her head, completely throwing her off guard when she found out.

She’s tried to reach out to her multiple times, only to be deliberately ignored and shut down. After a while, she figured all Y/n wanted was space, so she stopped trying for a couple days.

But nothing stopped Harry. He’d spend hours knocking on her front door, on his knees, begging for her to speak to him. He’d call her when he wasn’t near her, because he had driven himself crazy knowing he never told Y/n what he needed to tell her so urgently.

Y/n knew—she knew just how much effort he was putting into seeing her again. She heard him, every day, through her front door, but she never knew what to do. The constant fear that Harry didn’t feel the same way back was all the convincing she needed to never speak to him again.

There’s only so much her heart could break, and she didn’t know how many more times it could before she finally snapped.

Y/n grips her head as she squints her eyes shut, hissing at the throbbing in her head when Savannah’s voice booms throughout the room. The overwhelming migraine taking over Y/n’s head practically forces her to sit on the edge of her bed, the palm of her hands still digging into her eyes.

“Not cutting anyone off,” Y/n mumbles, grumbling when she opens her eyes properly to look at Savannah, “I’m just adjusting.”

It isn’t a lie. Her intention wasn’t to ignore them, not at all. But as time went on, the more her emotions started becoming fragile; one wrong sight would have made her break.

And as stupid as it sounds, having sex was the only time she felt wanted after Harry and Savannah started dating. Even if it was in a drunken state, even if it was just purely for physical pleasure, the hours spent with random men were the only moments she felt purpose.

It was also her biggest distraction. Having one night stands was her emotional outlet, her way of letting out all of her emotions without actually doing so. It sure as hell was better than being alone—anything was.

Savannah sighs, shaking her head softly as she kneels eye level to her. She’d never seen her like this before, so lost and broken. She would have lectured her further if she wanted to because she had every right to smack some sense into her. But after all this time, after all the pain she could only imagine Y/n going through, could she really do that to her? Could she really blame her for doing this to herself?

“Y/n,” she rubs her legs, “I have been the shittiest, most horrible friend to you. I was so selfish and so inconsiderate, and I don’t blame you for not speaking to me these past couple days. But, Y/n, this—” her hands gesture around the horrendous state of her bedroom, “this isn’t adjusting. Having drunk sex isn’t going to rid your feelings for Harry. You’re suppressing your emotions, you’re running away. That’s what you’re doing.”

Y/n’s lips begin to quiver as her eyes well with tears; the first time she’s truly cried since the night she saw Harry at Lexi’s. Savannah feels somewhat relieved when she sees the tears falling from Y/n’s eyes. It isn’t a familiar sight to see, but it shows her that she’s actually accepting what she’s been hiding all along.

“You have to talk to me. I don’t care if you yell at me, Y/n. I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to talk to me. You have to show me something. I can’t be hearing about your feelings from Harry, that’s not fair for anyone.”

“What was I supposed to say?” Y/n whispers, her words breaking beneath cries she so desperately wishes she could stop.

But there’s no going back now. The alcohol is still running in her system and she’s reacting instinctively. There is nothing holding her back, not now.

“How was I supposed to tell him that I was in love with him when I knew he didn’t feel the same way? And how was I supposed to tell you anything about him when I knew this would end up happening anyways?! And what was I supposed to say to the both of you when you both decided to take it upon yourselves to flirt in front of me?!

By now, Y/n’s blood is starting to boil. The words coming out of her mouth are laced with venom, her sudden shift in mood making Savannah swallow thickly. But everything in her is operating a million miles an hour, her words coming out faster than her brain can register. She doesn’t even remember standing up from the bed while she paces around her bedroom, empty bottles rolling around the wooden floor.

“Because no matter what I would have done, it would have ended the same! The way it always does, Savannah! The way it always ends with you getting what I want, even if I want it more—“

“Y/n—"

“Even if I need it! You still get it!”

The harshness in her voice is replaced by violent cries, her words drowned in uncontrollable sobs.

The pain is all over. Everything she’s attempted to numb is now all hitting her at once. All the loneliness, all the anger, all the hurt she’s been burying is now reaching the surface. She can barely breathe, all of the emotions suffocating her, squeezing against her throat.

Savannah is quick to embrace her shaken body, shushing her as her hands rub up and down her back.

A part of her always knew she was the reason Y/n’s love life was barely existent. Although Y/n never admitted it, she drops hints at it every so often. She did notice how all of Y/n’s high school crushes ended up liking her instead, and did notice how whenever Y/n tried to date, she would barely mention them to her. It was as if she was hiding them from her, completely intimidated that Savannah would take away her only chance at a relationship.

And Savannah can’t shake the horrible feeling she has when Y/n admits all of it to her.

Y/n buries her face in her shoulder, her tears soaking through her t-shirt. She wishes she could hold a grudge against Savannah, but she doesn’t have the heart to blame her for anything that’s happened. Everything is because of Y/n, everything happening is because of her fear of emotions and every bit of her has no one else to blame.

“I need him.” Y/n sobs into her shoulder, her hands tugging at the ends of her shirt for some sort of release.

“I need him so much. And I hate it—I hate that I do so m—much.”

“Oh, Y/n.” Savannah kisses her temple, holding her higher against her.

She knows how much Y/n needs him, and knows now more than ever. She was her happiest when she first met him, she was almost an entirely different person. But now, after everything that’s happened, Savannah has never seen her more of a wreck than she is in this moment.

“Let’s sit you down, you need to breathe.”

Y/n whimpers as she’s placed back on the bed, Savannah reminding her to breathe every couple of seconds. She looks at Y/n with sadness in her eyes, comforting her whenever she needs it most.  

“He needs you, too, you know.” Savannah sighs, shaking her head as she takes Y/n’s fidgeting hands into hers.

“I never noticed it until you distanced yourself from us. He didn’t open up to me the way he should have, never talked to me the way he had with you. When I asked him about it—asked him why he wasn’t communicating with me properly, he always mentioned you.”

Y/n flutters her eyes shut, pursing her lips with the slight possibility that Harry may actually feel the same way towards her. There was always a part of her that fully believed the only reason he’s tried so hard to reach her was because he felt guilty for hurting her so much.

But knowing that there’s a chance in Harry reciprocating feelings gives Y/n an overwhelming sensation she’s ever experienced before. It’s the first time in a while there’s a particular type of warmth in her chest, and she swears she begins to tear up from the bit of happiness she’s been missing.

“He would tell me that you were the only one he truly felt comfortable around. Even confessed you were the only one he’d ever be able to talk to, even if we were in a relationship. He was going absolutely mental.”

Savannah sweeps the pad of her thumb under Y/n’s eye, catching the few extra tears that are overflowing. She smiles weakly at her in reassurance, raking her knotted hair between her fingers.

“No matter how much he claimed to like me, he loved you. He’ll always love you. And even when he was completely oblivious, I know now that, deep down, he was always yours. He was never really mine, no matter how much we all thought differently.”

Y/n nods slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips when she hears Savannah’s words. It’s the first sense of hope she’s felt in a while, and it almost completely rids the pain. Almost.

“I’m sorry for ruining your relationship, though. I kind of feel like this is all my fault.”

Savannah laughs softly, finding it almost completely unbelievable that Y/n always finds a way to apologize, even when things aren’t her fault.

“Are you serious, Y/n? Nobody, including me, can love that man half as much as you do. I ruined your relationship. You barely had anything to ruin.”

She runs her hands through Y/n’s hair one last time before patting her shoulder, a smirk growing on her face as she stands up from her kneeling position.

“Now, up you go. I believe you have to talk to someone who’s been dying to see you.”


It’s when Y/n is about to walk out of her door, freshly showered with a new change of clothes, ready to face Harry when she realizes she never said it.

She never fully told Harry she loves him, not when he was conscious, at least. She had felt it for so long, it has taken over her for so long, yet she never told him how she felt. It almost makes her wonder if it’s the reason why he’s been trying so hard for her.

He needs to hear her say it.

“It’s not hard.” She mumbles to herself as she unlocks her front door.

“Not hard, I just have to fucking sa—”

“Y/n!” Harry breathes out, springing from his position on the ground up to his feet.

He twitches when he instinctively brings his hand up to reach for her, but he holds himself back. He isn’t quite sure how far he’ll allow her to go, but if it were up to him, every part of her would be against him. Every single part.

She sucks in a breath, not expecting to see him waiting on her doorstep, and certainly not expecting him to seem so relieved to see her.

“H—Harry,” she whispers hesitantly, “what are you—“

“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting her before she has a chance to finish asking her question.

“I know how inappropriate it is of me to just sit on your doorstep so unexpectedly but I knew Savannah was coming and I thought that maybe this would be the only time I’d get to see you and I was going to come in but some guy came running out of here and I didn’t want to get in between your time with Savannah so I just figured I’d wait until you came back out but I wasn’t sure if you ever would so I just figured I'd—“

He stops rambling when he feels Y/n’s hand on his cheek, her eyes looking at him with so much tenderness he swears his heart melts.

“Catch your breath, Harry.” She mumbles, rubbing her thumb along his cheek, “Just take a breath.”

He inhales sharply as he closes his eyes, turning his head so that her hand is against his lips. He kisses her palm softly before she moves it to play with his unbrushed hair.

His eyes flutter shut at her touch, his body almost completely melting into her. He feels his weakest now more than ever, and he’s never been more relieved to be this close to her again.

“Who was he, Y/n?” he whispers.

“The guy, who ran out of here, who was he?“

As much of a coward as it makes him, the thought of her in bed with someone else physically and mentally pains him more so than he’s ever expected. His head swims with thoughts of her naked, trembling, crying as she devotes her love to some other man, and the more he thinks about it, the more sick his stomach feels.

“Have I been trying for nothing? Have I been wasting my time?”

How could you ever doubt my love for you? is the first thought that comes to her. How could you ever question how much I love you?

Instead of saying the words right at the tip of her tongue, her eyes crease inward, slightly shaking her head as she scrapes her fingertips delicately against his scalp.

“I don’t know, Harry.” she whispers honestly, “I don’t know who he is.”

He nods softly, but nothing in her answer reassures him. He knows there is no other explanation for a guy to run out of her house at nine in the morning without a shirt on.

“May I come in? Wanna talk.” He asks tentatively.

“Of course you can.”

Silence falls between them as they both claim spots on opposite sides of the room. 

There’s a tension in the room they both can’t seem to shake, an unaddressed barrier between them making it nearly impossible to find an appropriate way to start a conversation.

Harry’s the first one to break the silence, however, after a few minutes past of each of them refusing to make any eye contact with each other. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

The question caught Y/n’s attention quickly, her head that was once resting in the palm of her hand now up on its own, a small “hm?” parting past her lips.

She’s acting dumb even though she knows exactly what he’s talking about. She just isn’t prepared to answer him, not in the way he wants her to.

“That you’re in love with me. Were you ever going to tell me?”

She shrugs, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she tears her gaze away from his. She isn’t used to confrontation, especially when it involves her emotions. It’s one of her weaknesses, but there’s absolutely no way around this one. Even if there was, she wouldn’t have the audacity to take it. He deserves to know—everything this time.

“I told you before.”

Harry’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as he looks at her from across the room. No, he may have been oblivious about her feelings in the beginning, but he sure as hell would never have forgotten it if she told him how she felt.

“Bullshit!” He scoffs. “You didn’t tell me shit! We wouldn’t be here right now if you had told me!”

She sighs, her cheek laying right back down in the palm of her hand, almost as if shying away from him.

“Well, it’s just—you were sleeping.”

Harry stands from his place on the couch, face scrunching in aggravation as his hands rub up and down his face.

“You’re kidding me, right? You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”

His fingers harshly grip the roots of his hair before stomping is way towards her. If he doesn’t get any answers out of her, he swears he’ll lose his goddamn mind.

His hands grip the sides of her face, squeezing her jaw between his hands as he looks at her bewildered.

“I need answers, Y/n. I don’t think you understand how many fucking answers I need right now.”

He speaks through clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, frustration boiling in his blood as she gives him the outright most ambiguous and outrageous answers he’s ever heard in his life.

Y/n places her hands on top of his, her fingernails digging gently into his skin. Despite the harshness of his stare, this is the first time she’s seen him in weeks, and she still finds him to be the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen.

“It was the night after I drove you back from Lexi’s, when you and Savannah were kind of going through that rough patch.”

He falls to his knees in between her legs, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at his lips from the memories of that night. Because although Savannah had left him by himself, he had a night with Y/n that changed him forever.

"You fell asleep on me, after you told me you were still going to fight for her. That was probably one of the worst things you could have said to me, but you didn’t know, and I was angry at myself for not telling you sooner. I didn’t know how else to tell you unless you were—you were sleeping.”

His hand reaches up to her lips, his thumb tracing along the outlines of her mouth once she’s done speaking. No matter how much she confuses him, and no matter how fucking angry she makes him, he wouldn’t want to be staring at anybody else right now.

“I loved you then, too” he whispers, “I didn’t know it. I didn’t know anything until you left me. I knew you meant everything to me, I knew you were the only one I trusted so deeply. But the second I lost you, I felt empty.”

He presses his forehead against her collar bones, her heart beating quickly against his neck. She sighs, her fingers intertwining with his against her lap as her hips slide more towards the edge, her knees supporting the sides of his chest.

“Didn’t matter that I had Savannah. She was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wasn’t you. I tried so hard to make myself believe I was just missing you as a friend, but there was nothing that convinced me.”

His tearful eyes looked into hers, both chuckling slightly at their current state. They’re both crying, both their hearts racing in their chests. If someone were to tell them now that there’s a feeling even remotely close to how beautiful they feel now, together, they wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

Y/n wipes away the loose tears on his cheeks while she sniffles, giggling softly at how stupid they probably look.

“I’ve always loved you, Harry,” she whispers, “there’ll never be a time that I stop. No matter how hard I try, my love for you is stronger.”

It’s when the words fall from her lips that Harry realizes all he needed was for her to hear her say it. Her voice is so sweet as she says it, too, and her eyes leave no trace out doubt when she looks into him.

He tries to hold back the irresistible urge to kiss her, but it’s completely impossible. His lips press feverishly against hers, both of them releasing moans at just how right it feels to be kissing one another. Their kiss isn’t the slightest bit romantic. It’s harsh, it’s desperate, it’s messy but it’s just what they need.

Harry crawls on top of her, his hands on every part of her they can touch. He groans when he feels her nails scratch down his back, leaving her giggling underneath him.

“Mine.” He growls, his thumb putting pressure right underneath her chin.

He admires her face, the glorious look of her swollen lips, wet eyes, and pink cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. A soft whimper leaves her lips, craving nothing more than to feel his lips against hers again.

“These lips are mine. All of you—all of you is mine. No other fucking wanker gets you the way I do.”

She smirks, her eyes half-lidded.

“‘m not allowed to sleep with random guys but you’re allowed to fuck my best friend?”

He presses his lips against her again, his hands brushing loose strands of hair away from her face as he does so.

“Never fucked her,” He mumbles against her lips, “couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Y/n rolls over so that she’s on top of Harry, her legs on either side of his waist as her hands roam his chest through his t-shirt. He looks priceless like this, weak and breathless underneath her as her hands grip the sides of his face.

“The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he sends her the biggest grin she’s ever seen on him. His eyes are full of love, too, and Y/n swears every breath she had the chance to take has been knocked right out of her.

“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Y/n. Nobody.

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// harry really likes to make y/n watch him touch himself

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His eyes are closed, just like his fist around his cock. He pumps up and down, occasionally brushing his thumb over his wet tip. A low moan left his parted pink lips and y/n couldn’t help but follow suit. She tries to pry her wrists apart from the fabric holding them together, however Harry’s knot tying skills seemed to be no match for her. Y/n’s knees begin to hurt as she’s been kneeling and patiently watching Harry pleasure himself for so long. Was this punishment? Harry hadn’t said it was. Y/n also hadn’t done anything wrong- at least she thinks she hasn’t. Perhaps Harry just likes watching his babygirl beg for him. He knows how much y/n loves his cock. He knows she’d do anything to wrap her pretty little mouth around his shaft. “Daddy, please,” she finally whispers.

Harry only chuckles. “Oh kitten, I think you can do better than that.” He continues to move his hand up and down himself, only faster this time. His head falls back and his craving for y/n intensifies. He needs her to beg. He bucks his hips up and grumbles, “Fuck babygirl, you feel so good. so good around me.”

Y/n lets a cry come out as the wetness between her legs grows with each pump of Harry’s cock. “Daddy, please. Pretty please let me touch you, I need you.” She bites her lip and prays that it’s enough for Harry to comply.

“Daddy touchin himself making yeh wet, kitten?” A smirk curls onto Harry’s lips while he walks over to y/n. He stands so close to her but not close enough. Harry tugs at his cock some more, careful not to over do it. “Fucking beg for it, beg for my cock, babygirl.” Y/n shakes her head, unable to find her voice. She tries to speak but she can’t. The muscles in Harry’s forearm working so hard are too much of a distraction to even form a sound. She gives up, reaching and stretching to put her mouth on Harry’s tip.“Now love, what did I say ‘bout that, hmm?” He taps himself on her lips before he pulls away. “I need to hear yeh, baby girl.”

She moans. Y/n moans so loudly, just the idea of Harry sliding into her, fulfilling her needs is almost enough to make her come. “Please, daddy. I just wanna taste.” She pouts and oh, does she try to steal Harry with her puppy dog eyes. Harry wishes he could continue, God does he love being begged for. However y/n’s moan in particular set him off- he wants y/n to make him come. Too many times has his tired old hand have to do it when the two of them are apart. Harry gestures for y/n to get closer. She scoots over on her knees and Harry grants her permission with a nod as she looks up at him. Y/n wraps her lips around his tip and she moans against him. She bobs her head and Harry presses his hand to the back of her head to push her down further. Y/n coughs around him, gagging at the pressure. Her eyes begin to water and Harry let’s her go.

“Good girl,” Harry praises. Y/n lulls her head around him, sucking gently. She receives a low hiss from Harry when she licks from the bottom of his cock all the way up to the tip. She places a kiss on his swollen tip, and Harry let’s out a moan much louder than he wanted to. “Fuck, pet, you’re gonna make daddy come,” Harry admits. Y/n continues with her movements, trying her best to take all of him but she can’t without Harry’s help. Her core is aching as she’s been denied pleasure this whole night. Harry gets so worked up just hearing y/n beg for him. He likes to know he’s wanted but God, does he love when he gets to make her feel good. Oh, how he loves to see her writhe under him as he pounds into her. She was being such a good girl, so patient and obedient for Harry. He thinks her core must be burning, begging to be touched. Harry could practically see her dripping down her thighs. “Want daddy to come in you, kitten?” Harry finally asks.

Y/n nods. She nods rapidly. She wants to ask to be untied but Harry is finally about to give her what she wants so she doesn’t want to push it. Harry tells y/n to get up and turn around. He graciously unties her wrists and brings both up to his lips, kissing them gently- however y/n thought the black ribbon was much nicer than handcuffs or rope. “Lay down on your back, love,” He commands her. Y/n does as she’s told and backs up to the headboard. Her legs spread open, giving Harry the best view of her wet core. Harry licks his lips, pumps his cock through his hand a few times and kneels down on the bed in front of her. “Daddy’s gonna make yeh feel real, good,” he says. He slowly slides himself inside of y/n and she lets out an immediate moan at the contact. Her knees bend and Harry wraps both of his arms around her back, bringing her chest to his. Her neck falls to his sweaty shoulder, hair falling over his back. Harry grabs a fistful with his hand to bring y/n’s head up. “Look at me, babe. eyes open. Let me see how good I make you feel,” he demands. He thrashes into y/n, her lips part like the sea and Harry takes this opportunity to attack them. His lips devour hers, alternating between carnal kisses and rough tugs at the bottom lip. Y/n’s response is gratifying. When Harry knows he’s making y/n feel good, he feels good. His thrusts become messier as he nears his orgasm. “Fuck baby, you feel so good around me. Shit I’m gonna come,” Harry warns.

A hand- maybe it’s y/n’s, maybe it’s Harry’s- finds its way to y/n’s clit and begins to rub small circles. Y/n’s mind is fuzzy and she realizes it can’t be her own hand because one is grabbing onto Harry’s arm for support and the other is lost in his sweaty hair. Her whole body tenses up, her eyes are open but it’s like the only thing she can see are stars. Harry’s thrusts are so sloppy at this point that he lays himself down and brings y/n with him, only she’s sitting in his lap. “C’mon, kitten, don’t make daddy do all the work,” he sighs.

Y/n’s works herself up and down Harry’s cock, taking him all the way. Even though she’s so close to coming, she still finds enough strength to keep her movements at a quick pace. Harry props himself on his elbows so he can see y/n’s breasts bounce with each movement she makes. “Daddy I’m gonna come,” she tells Harry. Her hand works its way up to one of her breasts and the other rakes through her hair, pushing it out of her face so Harry can see her. His eyes grow wide before they squeeze shut.

“Daddy’s gonna come too, kitten. Come for me,” Harry encourages. He takes to y/n’s clit again and that’s what sends her over the edge. Both of her hands press against his chest as her head falls past his shoulder. She screams out, spews Harry’s name a few times and she’s sure the neighbors had heard the last one. Her eyes stay shut as Harry takes over the movements, slowly thrusting in and out of her. Harry comes not long after y/n- in fact they were right on top of each other. “Mm, love, you always make me feel so good,” he praises her.

Y/n crawls off of Harry and lays next to him on the bed. The sheets are an absolute mess but God knows neither of them have the energy to change them. Y/n turns to Harry and she leaves small and tender kisses all over Harry’s sheen skin. “Hmm,” she begins. “I…love… you… so… much…” y/n concludes. A kiss was left on Harry’s arm in between each word. His arm finds it’s way around y/n’s neck and he presses and kiss to her temple. He tells her they should go to sleep but he also tells her that there’s a new episode of Big Brother that he’s been dying to watch. So, instead of sleeping, Harry and y/n finish their night with Big Brother and maybe a little more sex…


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[authors note • lord have mercy on me please…. i have this one fluffy imagine written and it’s literally just about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so idk if i should post it lol. thank you for reading!!] 

You Understand, Right? (Part 7): Divine Intervention

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 970+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I can’t believe I got this chapter up. I’m so exhausted. Also, I wrote another chapter (ch 13) but I’m not sure where I wanna go with it so I might scrap the idea altogether. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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When Dean woke up the next day, he slipped carefully out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping girl so he could make breakfast. As he headed towards the kitchen, he passed by the library, seeing Sam with his laptop.

“What are you doing?” the older Winchester asked.

“Tracking down the alpha vampire,” Sam responded, glancing at his older brother briefly before going back to his computer. “We’ve got less than three weeks to find him, and kill him.”

Dean nodded, knowing they couldn’t push back finding the monster any longer. As much as he wanted to focus on making sure Y/N was getting better, they needed to focus on killing the vampire first. He made his way to the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee, and started boiling the water for Y/N’s tea when a blood-curling scream stopped his heart. Dean quickly ran to his room, meeting Sam in the hallway. It didn’t matter than he was unarmed. He would fight tooth and nail, with his bare hands, with whatever decided to come to his home, and attack his loved ones.

The boys nearly broke the door down when they crashed into the room, seeing Y/N curled against the headboard, and Castiel standing at the edge of the bed with his head titled to the side. She was sobbing, and hyperventilating while Castiel was calmly trying to explain who he was.

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Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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Their point of no return and what it could mean

I want to talk about this moment a little bit, because I  believe this is the most important scene in their relationship so far.

For me their entire dynamic changed after this moment.

Originally posted by everythingjonsa

Jon have been trying to act as a brother to Sansa, trying to protect her since they’ve reunited. He tried to fight a war without her, tried to make plans without her opinion, tried to rule without her because for him this is a burden and he tries to protect her from carry it. Since season 6 he’s trying to do things by himself to allow Sansa to live her life with no worries. He does even small things like “have the Lord’s chambers prepared for her”, I mean, that’s  housekeeping duty, the lords don’t worry about this, the ladies of the castles do (we see Catelyn doing this kind of thing at season 1 when Robert’s party arrives), so Sansa should be doing this, not him. Jon sees Sansa as a sister he has to protect and take care of, so for him, to do everything by himself is a way of protecting her. It’s his way to show he cares for her.

At this moment however she confronts him and he faces the reality of what she really is: an independent and intelligent woman, capable of take care of herself and deal with politics. Maybe this is the very first time he realizes that keeping her away from command actually hurts her, although he does it to protect her, she sees it as lack of faith in her. 

During an interview Kit said something about it:


“ I think Jon is oblivious. He hasn’t actually learned his lesson from actually trying to pay attention to what she’s feeling. He says he has, but he’s asking her to trust him. He’s not listening and watching and observing her. “


After this moment he decides to take a shot and do things with her. Not without her. And once he does that, there’s no turning back anymore for them. Episode  7x2 is pure bliss in this. He receives a raven from Tyrion and she is the first person he shows it. For the very first time he asks her opinion. Even before Davos who is very much the “Hand of the King in North”. When she’s telling her opinion about it, the camera shows how he’s reacting to her words. To show he’s really taking her opinion in consideration. He puts aside a sister he has to protect and begins to see a woman he can really trust.

After receiving Sam’s raven, Jon declares he’s leaving for Dragonstone and this scene is pure gold too. When he’s talking to the Lords about Daenerys, Sansa reaction is a “yassss, you’re doing great Jon” to show she really supports him. And when he states he’s leaving, he actually turns around to tell HER, and his voice is sad. When he says “It has to be me”, his voice is like an apology. Of all people he’s needs HER to understand why he’s leaving. It’s an entirely different dynamics from when he told Daenerys he was leaving Dragonstone. He didn’t impose his authority over her, saying “I’m the king and I’m leaving, your opinion doesn’t matter”. It’s way more like a “I know you don’t agree but I NEED to do this. I need you to understand and support me on this”. And that’s what she does when she agrees to take care of the North for him.

To give Sansa the North is huge, HUGE. Jon has stated several times this season everything he does, he does for the North. The North and its people is something he would die to protect. He risks his life more than once for the sake of the North, and he decides Sansa is capable enough of take care of it in his absence. He gives her his kingdom and there’s not a single scene of him doubting his choice of left her in charge. I don’t think this whole narrative would work if it was Arya in Sansa’s place. Jon trusts Sansa, because he understands now that she’s someone he can trust, that they are partners, he can rely on her and that she wouldn’t turn him down or disappoint him. He understands that she’s capable of ruling in his place and protect what it most precious to him. He sees her now as an equal.

Before he leaves, he turns to take a last look of her and wave a goodbye. This is such a powerful moment. In many ways we see Jon isn’t leaving because he wants to, but because he has to. He cares for her and he’s going to miss her, but he believes she’s going to take care of herself and that  she’s gonna be there when he returns. And that’s what she’s doing: getting everything done and waiting for him to return home. 

Originally posted by geckofullers

At the end of season 6 Jon asks Sansa to trust him. At season 7, Sansa asks him to trust her. At season 8 they finally trust each other deeply. If you put Jon and Sansa relationship side by side to Jon and Daenerys relationship you see how they work differently. Sansa trusts him, and when he gives her a chance to prove herself, she helps him and they work as a team. They build a relationship where they know they will never turn each other down because they both care for the same things and for each other. But with Daenerys, every time Jon gives her a chance to do something good, she demands something in return. She doesn’t believe him, she minimize him and asks for his kingdom. Even after he gave her that, she states that she will only fight in the North IF Cersei agrees with a truce, even after the WW killed one of her dragons.  They build a relationship where he gives her everything and she gives him almost nothing. Daenerys only gave him the dragonglass bc she had no use for it. She only went North saving him bc she was already in love with him. But she doesn’t care about what it’s important to him, so he doesn’t care about what matters to her. This is not a beautiful or healthy relationship.


At this moment in 7x1 Sansa told him to trust her and listen to her and Jon did that. He takes her advices to heart. And maybe that’s when Jon’s character changed for good.

Kit said: “He’s going to listen to her more this season”. I don’t think he’s referring only about her opinion about Tyrion. I think he’s referring to everything she told him this season, and she gave him solid advices about:

Being smarter.

Not trusting Cersei.

Not making Robb’s mistakes.

Not making Ned’s mistakes.


This is the last season, if Jon’s gonna survive he needs to learn how to play the game. Sansa knows how the game is played and tells Jon to start playing. When she told him to be smarter, to learn from Robb’s mistakes, even the “they respect you, they really do BUT” she was telling him to play the game. She was warning him that to follow Ned and Robb’s way of life and choices would give him the same fate they had: get murdered for not playing the game as they should have.

Maybe Jon really is listening to her and taking her advice to heart the entire season. Sansa would tell Jon not to trust Cersei, she would say Cersei’s words are meaningless, that she lies and probably would not send a fucking soldier to help them, hoping the WW would kill them all. Sansa would know that. Maybe Jon knows that too, because Sansa told him what kind of person Cersei is. Maybe the Political/Undercover Jon theory is not  so wrong and Jon had decided to take a more aggressive and desperate measure to get Daenerys’s help because he knows Cersei would not keep her word, the dragons are their only chance against the WW’s and he knows Daenerys will not help them if Cersei’s forces are not stand-down.

Most people say Sansa would never stand a Jon who uses Daenerys to save his people. I believe she would. Of all people Sansa would know sometimes we need to do terrible things to survive. She married two enemies of her House, she deceived and killed a man that loved her (“in his own horrible way”) to protect her family and the North.

We talk about how “undercover Jon is too smart and too terrible to happen” but a kinda of “undercover Sansa” actually happened this season. The game of thrones is terrible. The best players are always hated. Cersei, Varys, Littlefinger, Sansa…the audience always sees them as traitors and untrustworthy. Tyrion’s plans began to fail and people are already making theories of how he’s stabbing Daenerys in the back. The audience likes honorable and good hearted people like Ned and the show!Jon. A Jon who plays would make the audience uncomfortable just like the book!Jon would too. Maybe that’s the reason they decided to make all the characters only show their true intentions in the last season. And maybe they want to make a whole drama to reveal this scheme like they did to “Undercover Sansa and Arya” this season.

I know D&D destroy a lot of characters to fit in the show, but I don’t think they would do it to Jon’s character just to make Jon3rys happen in the poorly way they they did it. I mean, they could have developed their romance in a better way, but they chose not to. There’s must be a reason for it. Jon’s grey sides are already in the show, with Ygritte, with Mance, with Jon hanging Olly and almost beating Ramsay to death at season 6. A Jon who plays the game for the sake of the North is just the next step. Season 8 is the last one and everything that is going to happen there had the seeds planted in season 7: Sansa ruling, Daenerys burning people alive, Cersei stabbing people in the back, maybe Jon playing the game is just another one.

Maybe there’s more in northerners fools than meets the eye.

And I’m looking forward to that.

Business and Pleasure - Part 19

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,418

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell


It was just like any other normal Saturday night. At least it should have been. You were snuggled up on the couch with Bucky, watching a new horror movie (at Bucky’s insistence), a bowl of popcorn resting on top of your belly, which seemed like it never stopped growing over the past few months.

You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly as the suspenseful music picked up again, signaling that something was about to happen. Your every last nerve was on high alert, which seemed to amuse your husband. You never did understand his odd fascination with these horror movies, but you decided you’d humor him this time. After all, he had agreed to watch the musical with you last weekend even though you knew they weren’t his favorite. It was the least you could do.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 11 ❤️

A/N: I’m sooooooo sorry for this wait yall, but here it is! the moment you’ve all been waiting for!!! I hope you guys like it!! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Warnings: Child birth. Angst. Slight smut.

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Final Goodbyes

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (female) 

warnings: slight nsfw 

summary: y/n is tom’s friends with benefits but she craves more 

a/n: hiii sorry its taken me so long to post, ive had this but i was going to make it longer but tbh i like the way i had it end because i want to be a multiple part series?? but please let me know what u think!!!! also the italicized part in the beginning is a flashback! 


Tom drowned a shot after shot trying to get the image of (Y/N) in her short skimpy dresses. She always made the simplest pieces look like something a goddess would wear. Tom watched the neon lights hit her face while she swayed to the music, she was simply so beautiful.

A guy drunk off his ass began to put his grimy hands all over her, (Y/N)’s face turned straight into discomfort. The girl that was enjoying herself and swaying to the music just a minute ago, was began to shake from fear. Tom was sickened, how could anyone do that to a woman?

Tom made his way over to the two, pulled (Y/N) behind him. “Can I know why you’re bothering my girlfriend?” His fist curling, getting ready for a fight with a complete stranger. The guy said a snide remark about her ass, and Tom completely lost it. He threw one hard punch at the guy and pulled (Y/N) out of the club. He was livid and extremely horny from watching her hips sway to the music all night.  

The sexual tension in the car was all the up to the roof, they both had sobered up from Tom’s scene. She was biting her lip; nearly drawing blood from it. Tom’s hands were slowly turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

When Tom pulled into his driveway they both jumped out of the car and ran into the house, Tom pushing her against the wall and crashing his lips into hers. They were slowly stripping each other down, both weren’t thinking of the consequences of them sleeping together. They were just going to blame the alcohol in the morning. 

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Derek’s sniffling, and his eyes are welling up with tears, but he’s not crying yet. Make it to your room, he’s telling himself, just make it to your room. He keeps his head down, not making eye contact with anyone he passes as he speed-walks to his dorm. There’s a group of people waiting for the elevator once he gets into the building, so he veers towards the stairs, taking them two at a time up to the third floor. His hands are a little shaky as he keys into his room, but he manages to get in before sinking down to the floor, his back to the door.

He’s crying, now, silent tears running down his cheeks. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and calls the only person he wants to talk to right now.

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You Need Me

Request: Could you do an imagine where Justin is pushing y/n away and y/n says something like “you need me” and it just be all cute and stuff idk hahaha. Love your writing!!! Xx

So sorry for the wait. So many imagines to write!!!

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The door to the hotel room was clicked shut, the sound echoing through out the entirety of the room. Justin pulled his hand up, glancing at the watch settled on his wrist. It was late, later then he had hoped on returning but it wasn’t an issue.

He knew Y/N would be asleep at this hour. She was always one to be an early nighter, early riser. And with it being this late she would undoubtedly be deep in her state by now.

Silently, Justin shrugged off his jacket, throwing it back against the arm rest of the luxurious couch. The room was dark considering the sleeping beauty in the bed a few feet away, but the light shining through the large balcony door was enough to cast a glow upon the furniture.

Justin directed himself over to the bed, glancing down over at his unconscious girlfriend tangled in the sheets. Her luscious thick hair ran wild amongst the pillow while soft breathy snores escaped her plump lips.

She was peaceful and he wanted to keep it that way.

After such an eventful night, the last thing he needed was an interrogation from the one person he didn’t hate right now. And especially considering the way he had been acting lately, he knew she wouldn’t be happy if she found him right now.

Just returned after disappearing without telling her where he was going with the stench of alcohol laced around him.

It was simple to Justin. Come back home after a night out when Y/N was asleep, slip into bed then leave early in the morning before she woke up.

And yes, he knew he was upsetting her by doing this, avoiding her every call, her attempt to find out why he was pushing her away but he just couldn’t risk fighting with her.

She was not something he could lose. She was the only thing he had at the moment other then scooter and his father and right now, he was too unstable to get into a conversation with anyone he loved and not hurt them by saying something he would regret.

But tonight was not Justin’s night. And his attempt to keep quite as he crawled into bed next to Y/N silently was a fail as she began stirring in her sleep.

Justin was quick to halt his movements, turning back to look at his girlfriend who was wiggling around in her position. Her eyes slowly peeled open, a hum of annoyance rooting from her throat.

“Justin?”

With a sigh, Justin peeled himself to sit up straight, placing a hand on her cheek in hopes that he could trick her back to sleep. “Shh. Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?” Her small voice croaked, hands stretching above her head.

“Don’t worry. Close your eyes.”

But she ignores him, and rolled over to click her phone on from besides her. “Why are you home at 3 am? Where were you?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, slipping his legs through the comforter.

“No don’t tell me not to worry about it. I haven’t seen you in over a week yet we’re staying in the same hotel. You’ve been MIA and barely answering any of my calls. What’s wrong with you?”

Justin shuffled over, turning his back to her. His eyes shut in exhaustion, sighing in contempt and annoyance. “Nothing, just go back to sleep.”

Y/N shuffled forward, sitting up on her knees as she peered down at her boyfriend in fury. How dare he walk in and pretend like nothing was wrong. Then have the audacity to turn his back when she was talking.

“Justin. Justin! Im talking you.”

But he ignored her.

She let out an animalistic sound, almost a yell as she ripped the comforter off the boy. “Listen to me dammit!”

Justin shot up, looking over at his girl in anger. “Stop being so fucking clingy! You don’t need to know where I am at all times. ”

Y/N was taken aback by his outburst, tempting the tears that threatened to reveal themselves to spill over but tried every thing to keep them back.

“Clingy? I haven’t seen you a week! For all I know you could be cheating on me and I’m the clingy one?! Your fucking unbelievable Justin!”

Justin sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You know I wouldn’t cheat on you Y/N.”

“Then why are you distancing yourself?” She pleaded. “Tell me.”

“It’s not important.”

“Bullshit.” y/N spat. “If it wasn’t important you wouldn’t be distancing yourself so much and we wouldn’t be fighting right now.”


“You know what! I can’t do this right now.”

And that’s when Justin swung his legs over the side of the bed in a huff, bringing himself over to the chair where his jacket was placed.

“What are you doing?!” Y/N scoffed “where are you going?!”

She stood off the bed, shuffling her feet against the floor behind her boyfriend. “Out.” Was how he chose to reply.

“Stop. ” she said before raising her voice. “Stop!”

Justin’s actions halted. Head looking to the side to peer over his shoulder at the beautiful distressed girl.

“Justin.” She huffed. “Stop running away from me. You don’t realise but your hurting me more by running. I need you. You need me!

Justin looked over, spotting the pain in his girlfriends eyes. He thought he was doing her good by avoiding her, afraid to hurt her with words. But pushing her away was only doing what he feared and worse. He was hurting her with actions.

“You need me.” She repeated. Her voice small.

That’s when he dropped his jacket to the floor, the realisation flooding in. “I need you.”

And that’s when they caught each other in there arms, reminiscing all the love they had for each other.

Father Material (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Father!Lucifer Morningstar/Child!Daughter!Reader
Words: 1400
Warning(s): Uh child reader gets lost, das it.
A/N: I think I’ve only written one other fanfic (not on here) with a child reader, so this was really different to write :D. Also I love that gif^
Request: Can I have a child reader with Daddy Lucifer Morningstar like when he’s alone with his daughter he’s just the best daddy ever and when she gets hurt he becomes a worry wart but doesn’t show his worries.


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Give Me Love, 10

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Saturday Evening:

“What do you think?”

Aelin stepped back from her laptop. She held out her arms slightly, showing off her outfit to Nehemia.

“Mhmmm,” Nehemia placed her head on her hand. She started tapping her chin with her finger, eyes narrowed slightly. “Get rid of the red jacket. You need something more neutral.”

Aelin shredded her red leather jacket, leaving her standing in just her white, flowy t-shirt and dark skinny jeans.

“More neutral.” Aelin repeated, throwing the red jacket on her bad as she walked over to her closet.

“Yeah. The red just seemed too much.” Came Nehemia’s voice through her laptop. “What are you and Rowan doing tonight anyways?”

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Time of Your Life

A belated birthday present to my beloved @disraeligearsgoestumblin who wanted a Check, Please! ficlet. I hope this bit of nonsense suffices!

         “Thanks for joining Falcs TV for our Livestream, everyone. We’ve got something special for you today. We’re checking out if these boys can do more than play great hockey. Join me as we test the team on their hidden talents.” Georgia winked at the camera before leading it to Thirdy.

         “Alright, we’re going to start with the old men of the team. All the Falcs Fans know this guy, Thirdy, what have you got for us today?”

         Thirdy held up a long balloon. “I’ll be making some awesome balloon animals, George.”

         Georgia turned to raise her eyebrow to the camera as Thirdy squeaked through a clumsy sculpting job. After a few moments, he held up…something. The long, bent balloon had two little nubs twisted into its base.

         “It’s a giraffe!” Thirdy tried to smile confidently.  

         “It’s obscene.” Marty snickered, earning an out of frame kick to the shin from Georgia. “What? Look at that thing! Giraffes have four legs, Thirdy.”

         “It’s the front view of the giraffe!” Thirdy frowned.

         “Well, that was wonderful, let’s move on to Marty, shall we?” Georgia stepped quickly away from Thirdy and his semi-phallic balloon. “Marty, what do you have for us today?”

         “First, I’d like to take a moment, as senior captain of the Falcs, to apologize for the inappropriate content in Thirdy’s talent. We at the Falcs don’t condone such inappropriate-” The balloon whooshed through the frame, smacking Marty squarely on the forehead. Marty looked at the camera with a raised eyebrow. “My special talent is killing co-captains.”

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anonymous asked:

"Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn't do this again. Baby please wake up."

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby please, wake up”

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby, please just open your eyes for me” I begged once again, as if he could actually hear it.

I wanted to scream at him, grab his shoulders and shake some life into him. Hell, if he wasn’t already fighting for his life, I would kill him myself for doing this to me.

To all of us.

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Condemned from the Start // Kai Anderson

Originally posted by light-up-light-up

A/N: Okay, so this wasn’t requested but one of my fucked up conversations with @newaddresssameoldloneliness turned into an idea for this and it was too good to pass up.

Warning: Smut, language, blasphemy

Tags: @quicksilverbells, @fragilelikeabomb0106, @cohanlove0106, @unhinged-on-the-fringe, @delicrieux, @bludesires, @iimaddhatzz, @we-love-our-bandz, @ahstatejames, @industrialgothbitch, @zaddywilk

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An Unexpected Surprise - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested: Nope. Just an idea I had for a Liam imagine.

Word Count: 3,320

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of implied smut/sex, Teenage pregnancy

Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written a Liam imagine. I miss writing about my SMOL. I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by onlyateendreamerdiary

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

“Come on, come on, come on,” Y/N repeated as she paced back and forth in her bathroom while looking at the timer on her phone in her hand.

Two days ago Y/N realized she was late and bought a pregnancy test at the drug store on the way home from school. For two days, she had the brown paper bag with the test hidden inside behind her towels in the linen closet of her bathroom. As soon as she woke up this morning, she double-checked if the house was empty as her parents were supposed to leave early for a business trip. When the coast was clear, she took out the test, peed on the stick, and was now experiencing the most torturous three minutes of her life as she waited to see if the test was positive or negative.

Y/N’s phone vibrated as the timer finally rang. Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she grabbed the test and sat on the toilet. She silently prayed the test would be negative. She was never a religious person, but right now she hoped some higher power would answer her prayer. She was only a junior in high school and a werewolf. She wasn’t ready to be a mother.

She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and turned the test around to look at the results.

Positive.

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