so full your heart could burst

Not A Fan? // Seo Johnny


the prompt: Could I request a Johnny love at first sight fluff it takes place at an NCT fan meet taking your little sister see her favorite boy group NCT

words: 1517

category: fluff

author note: I love Johnny sm you have no idea. also I’ve never been to a fan sign so I looked it up to see what they’re like and tried to be as accurate as possible. hope you like it!

- destinee

Originally posted by haechannie

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Dear Cat,

My breath caught in my throat a bit at the sight of your distinct scrawl, a bit messier than normal, but beautifully and blessedly yours nonetheless.  If you think for one second that whether or not you are wearing lipstick has any bearing on a) my desire to see you, b) my impression of your strength, bravery, endurance and beauty or c) whether or not I bust through your balcony doors, you obviously forgot who I am.  But… I am all about consent, and if you wish me to remain scarce, I’ll look in on Carter and resist the temptation to land on your balcony.  If, however, this is your typical Cat Grantian way of trying to give me some kind of “out” just stop right now.  I will be at your side in as much time as it takes for you to call my name, but you have to ask.  I make no secret where I want to be.  Have I ever not been there for you when you click your fingers?

I was happy to stay in touch with Carter while you were… sleeping, but my heart is full to bursting at hearing that you’re slowly on the mend. He was so brave, Cat.  Such a little hero in his own right.  He’s smart and kind and snarky and so like his mom.  You’re raising a valiant, extraordinary young man.  You should be very proud of him.  I can’t blame him too much for sussing me out.  I suspect he’s known since the train.

I, too, have much to say.  I’ve told my own secrets to your CatCo balcony, for fear I’d never have another chance to say the words aloud.  I could go into theories about dream walks and subconscious meetings-of-the-minds, but they’re all so hopelessly Kryptonian that they’d come off sounding like that new-age masseuse you made me fire that one time.  Speaking of Kryptonian theories… years ago, Alex began an experiment with trying to use my DNA to produce a healing and invulnerability agent that could be used in hospitals and military operations, but Eliza shut her down as soon as she found out, citing ethical grey areas and walking genetic lines.  The research has been sitting in a drawer in Midvale ever since.  I’m sorry I can’t help you.  I don’t think your doctors would approve of an alien blood transfusion, and from what you describe of her, there isn’t getting much past Nurse Ratched.

I have two promises to make you.  One… I will find whoever did this to you and I will make sure they are handled.  I won’t say any more.  The less you know the better.  If you think your friends are powerful…  Two… I will never let this happen to you again.  These people hate me and my kind.  You were collateral damage in an avalanche of fear and rage and I intend to shield you from that from now on.  I can’t stop the ridicule or the media scrutiny or the frosted highlights, but I can stop bullets.

I’d like to see you, clean face and all, should you change your mind.  In spite of my brand of hope, I am very much a ‘seeing is believing’ type of person.  You need only say the word.

Joyously relieved and ever yours,

Finally Yours

Long, fluffy Jax imagine, with some heated smut :)

Originally posted by rideimagines

You and Jax had been best friends for about a year; Scratch that, you’d been in love with Jax for about a year. The two of you were inseparable. The moment you set eyes on him you were infatuated, and as you got to know him, you fell for him fast. Nothing has ever came of it though. The moment you’d think that he had finally realised your feelings, and that it was finally your turn to be with the man you loved, he’d have a new girl on his arm.

But as hard as it was watching him with other girls, you stuck around anyway, knowing that being his friend was better than being nothing at all.

It didn’t come without its risks though, and thats why you were currently sleeping on Jax’s sofa. You were walking home from work today when one of August Marks’ men showed up and tried to drag you into his car. Luckily, you managed to elbow him in the stomach and run into a local supermarket. You then hid in the toilets and called Jax, who told you to stay hidden until he came to get you.

Safe to say, it scared you a little bit. You were used to all the drama and trouble that comes with the club but nobody has ever physically harmed you before. Not wanting to make a big deal you told Jax it was fine, but he’d ignored you and told you he wasn’t leaving you with no protection, not until this all died down.

He’d offered you his bed, but you knew he needed the rest more than you did. The bags under his eyes and the long days at the clubhouse proving he was so invested and worried about the club, he wasn’t looking after himself.

Looking at your phone, the time shows it’s half one in the morning. You groan internally, knowing your mind is too active for you to sleep. You’d checked the doors and windows multiple times, the tiniest noises making you panic.

You bite your lip, contemplating whether to go into Jax’s room. Would he freak out? You didn’t want to scare him off or make him think you couldn’t deal with this life.

Suddenly you hear a dog bark in the distance, the noise making you jump. You shake your head, getting up and making your way to Jax’s room. Luckily, Gemma had Abel for the night, so you didn’t have to worry about possibly disturbing him by walking through the hall.

As you reach his bedroom door, your hand hovers over the handle for a moment. Should you really go in there? Would it be an overstepping of some sort of boundary?

Knowing you’re not going to get any sleep if you stay alone, and also knowing that Jax is so understanding and kind, you quietly open the door.

Upon entering, the room is dark, a sliver of light coming in through the parted curtain. Jax is lying on the right side of the bed, his back to you. You lightly close the door behind you, Jax turning to look at you. He obviously hadn’t been sleeping, either that or he’s just a very very light sleeper.

He sits up, combing his hair back with his fingers. His chest is bare, the duvet slipping, his Abel tattoo imprinted on his skin. “Is everything alright?” He asks calmly, fatigue laced in his words. You nod your head, smiling slightly at him.

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you. I’m just a bit jumpy. I probably sound like an idiot.” You quietly speak, still not moving from your position near the door. You knew it was a stupid idea to come in here. “I can go if you want.”

He smiles sadly at you, pulling the covers up, silently inviting you to get in. Your heart beats a little bit faster, as you walk over to the bed and get in. He’s only in his boxers, the sight of him so bare taking your breath away. You pull the covers over yourself, both of you on your sides facing one another.

“That shouldn’t have happened, today. I’m sorry it did, but nothing will happen to you from now on. I’ll look after you, darlin.” He speaks quietly, looking into your eyes, wanting you to feel and believe every word.

Your heart warms at the pet name, and the kindness of his words. You stop, reminding yourself that he’s saying these things as a friend, nothing more. No matter how he’s saying them, you know you trust and believe him, because your heart won’t let you do anything different.

“Thank you. It means a lot.” You blush at your close proximity, your faces just inches apart. “I’m guessing August Marks still isn’t very happy with you guys?” You question hesitantly, not wanting to pry too much.

Jax let’s out a long sigh. “I feel so lost,” he starts, his voice quite and timid. “I’ve got no idea what to do for the best when it comes to the club. I can’t look my son in the eye without feeling like a monster.” His eyes glaze over with tears, your heart clenching at the broken man before you. You feel so fortunate that he trusts you enough to be so open, his walls temporarily taken down just to let you in.

“You’re human, Jax. We all make mistakes, none of us know what we’re doing. Life doesn’t come with an instruction manual, a book of what’s right and wrong.” He watches you closely, taking in every word that comes out of your mouth. “Your son loves you, no matter the devils you carry on your shoulders. You need to stop beating yourself up and instead, take a moment to realise you’re doing the best that someone could do in your position.”

“You’re such a beautiful person, and the people who love you will see that, no matter what decisions you have to make.” You gently cup the side of his face, his eyes closing as he melts into your touch. He places his hand on top of yours, placing a small kiss to your palm before holding your hand within his own.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You feel naked under his gaze, your insecurities eating away at you.

“How is it you always know what to say?” He whispers, a smile appearing on his face. You mirror his expression, butterflies in your stomach due to his compliment.

“I don’t. All I do is tell the truth. Sometimes it just takes someone else to help you see it for yourself.” You look at each other, your eyes taking the time to breathe him in. You can see each individual eyelash, each strand of blonde hair. Your gaze flickers down, his pink lips looking so kissable.

Catching yourself, you look back up to his eyes. He’s watching you intently, your body heating up under his watchful eye. His hand comes up, his fingertips softly pushing back a stray lock of hair, curling it behind your ear. Your eyes close subconsciously for a second, his touch so welcoming and awaited.

Your eyes can barely believe it when he starts leaning in. You follow his lead, both of you taking your time, as if the moment would be ruined if you didn’t.

Finally, his lips touch yours. You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other for the first time. His fingers weave through your hair, pulling slightly as the kiss deepens. You lightly tug at his chain, the bullet cold between your fingers.

You lose yourself in one another, the kiss getting more heated as you each thirst for more. He moves one leg over you, resting his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you, his tongue slipping past your lips. You push at the duvet covering him, your hands exploring his soft, broad back. You gently suckle on his lower lip, nibbling slightly, making him groan in appreciation.

You can feel him through his boxers, his boner touching your thigh. Throwing caution into the wind, you slip your hand past the barrier of fabric, taking him into your hand.

He moans quietly as you stroke him for the first time, his lips coming to suckle at your neck. You already know you’re going to have marks tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less, the thought of Jax leaving his mark making you moan. His facial hair tickles at your skin as you pump him, your thumb circling the head of his cock.

“Fuck (Y/N),” He moans, coming back meet his lips with yours. “Let me see you.“ He asks in between kisses, you nodding and taking your hand out of his underwear. Nerves bubble up in your stomach, worries that he’ll be repulsed by you when he sees you bare. You try to shake them off, knowing you’ll only ruin it for yourself if you don’t.

He starts to kiss down your body, peppering your collar bones with kisses. He grasps one of the straps of your tank top between his teeth, pulling it down leisurely. He uses his fingers to push it the rest of the way down, helping you to slip it off your arm completely. He repeats the process with the other strap, still making sure to grace your skin with his lips, every step of the way.

Once both of your arms are free, he looks at you, silently asking if it’s OK to continue. You grant him permission, your body hot and flustered from his attention.

He starts to pull down the top of your tank, exposing your breasts. He kisses the tops of them, leaving his marks all over, before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His hand comes up to knead the other, his fingers pinching and twisting at the bud. Your hands find home in his hair, lightly tugging at the locks as you close your eyes, reveling in the pleasure.

He continues his path, his hands pushing down your top, shorts and underwear as he kisses your stomach. You use your feet to remove the three items of clothing, you laying bare in front of him, him just in his black underwear.

He looks you up and down, his eyes drinking you in. “Damn, you’re so beautiful. How have I only just realised what a perfect woman I’ve had in front of me all this time?”

Your heart could burst, his words slipping through your ears and repeating themselves in your mind. Was this actually happening?

A soft kiss placed on your forehead brings you back to reality, Jax running his thumb across your lips before placing a gentle kiss there, too.

He sighs deeply, your full attention on him, waiting to see what he has to say. “I just want you to know, I don’t want this to be just sex. Just a one time thing. I want you to be my girl. You’ve stuck by me through so much shit, always looking after me and making sure I’m alright.“

“Abel loves you, my mom loves you, she’s been bugging me for months to grow some balls and ask you out. I guess I was just scared. Everyone I care about seems to leave, or get taken from me.” He swallows, a nervous expression on his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jackson. Sure, something could happen to me, but something could happen to any of us. Life is too short to be worrying constantly. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you at TM when you purposely broke my break light so you could to give me a ride home.“ You tease, bringing your lips up to meet his.

He laughs loudly, your soul singing at the wonderful sound. “You knew about that? I thought it was pretty clever to be honest.” He boasts, nuzzling into your neck, placing a single kiss on your sweet spot.

You run your hand down his chest, his firm abs making you hum in appreciation. The sexual tension is immediately back, his teeth pulling at your skin as you wrap you push down the last piece of clothing. Your legs wrap around his waist, your hand slipping between the two of you to bring his shaft to your entrance.

No words are spoken as he pushes into you, your tight, warm walls taking all of him. Your mouth parts in pleasure, a gasp escaping as Jax grazes his beard against your skin, both of you basking in the feeling of him inside you.

You squeeze his biceps as he draws out, thrusting back into you deeply, your your nails probably leaving crescent shaped marks. He rests his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours but not touching. His thrusts are perfectly timed, long and deep, your body sinking into the sheets as he fills you up completely.

“Jax…“ You pant, your legs pulling him into you, your body arching to meet his thrusts.

“I know, baby.” His hand comes down to rub your clit, his lips kissing you once more. You’re a mess, hair sprawled on the pillow, perspiration droplets on your forehead. But you’ve never felt more beautiful, more cherished.

Your nails scratch at his back as you come, stars clouding your vision. Your walls clench around his cock, the sensation causing him to moan into your mouth. You’re overcome with pleasure, your whole body on cloud nine as you ride out your high.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna come.” He whispers, your teeth sucking where his jaw meets his neck, making a mark of your own. You tug at his blonde locks, scratching lightly at his scalp. With a grunt, you feel his warm liquid spill inside of you, your legs pulling him I’m deep. He kisses you deeply, passionately, once more before pulling out of you slowly and rolling over on his back. He covers you over with the duvet, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

You both lay in silence for a moment, taking everything in. You smile to yourself, tracing random patterns on his chest.

“I think I could get used to this.” He breaks the silence, his chest vibrating as he speaks.

You look up at him, a small smile present on his lips. “Me too.”

A/N - DAMNNNN I’ve spent like 4 days writing this! Quite happy with the outcome. Sorry if I do a lot of Jax, he’s my fave and I figure who could say no to him? ;) I got such an amazing response to my Happy imagine that I thought I’d include smut in this one too. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I just want to finally get this posted! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Xx

One Year - Joe Sugg Imagine

Summary: it’s your son’s first birthday, and during his birthday party, you reminisce on the year that’s been and the years to come.

Word Count: 1248

Trigger Warnings: None. This is a happy imagine born from a happy place and a happy day.

Author’s Note: This imagine is partially inspired by my god son and nephew as it was his first birthday this week and I went to his party today. It is also partially inspired by Joe Sugg and my best friend (@earrthwalkerr) and her insatiable love for both Joe and for babies.

Originally posted by it-us

You let out a small smile of relief as you leaned against the brick wall of your home, looking out over your back garden with glee as you surveyed the plethora of small children and equally elated adults that filled it. Your smile only widened dramatically once your eyes fell on your boyfriend and your son, the birthday boy.

You could scarcely believe that it had been an entire year (plus a couple of days) since Theo had entered the world. You could remember that afternoon as clear as day too, you’d had Joe on one side, his hand brushing back your hair gently as he reassured you that this would all be worth it, that your little boy would soon be in your arms. On the other side, you had one of your oldest friends, her own pregnant belly protruding from her body as she smiled at you, reminding you of all the lazy afternoon ideas and late night conversations that you’d had about one day having your own families.

After what seemed like an eternity though, you finally had Theo in your arms, his already bright blue eyes blinking up at you hazily, and you wondered if this is what it felt like to love someone so wholly and so unconditionally.

The past year had flown by in a rush of playdates, engagement announcements,  weddings and new births, and now you were here at Theo’s first birthday, your little boy decked out in the cutest little swim trunks that you had ever seen.

He was the spitting image of his father, all blonde hair and bright blue eyes, constantly laughing and pointing at this and that, and always being more than keen for a feed and a boob. He was truly Joe’s mini me. You hadn’t known that your heart could ever feel as full and as ready to burst as it did now, but it was good. Whatever it had taken to get to this point didn’t matter anymore, because you were here and you had a beautiful family to prove it.

You were shaken out of your daze by Theo letting out a rather exuberant shriek of glee before he was on all fours, crawling across the grass as fast as his chubby little limbs would carry him. Your eyes followed him, watching as he sat next to a little girl with honey blonde hair and a pair of deep and dark blue eyes that you would know anywhere, your gaze landing on your closest friend and Theo’s godmother as she placed her daughter, Nora, on the blanket next to Theo before looking up at her husband as he hovered next to her.

You had known Jack Maynard for nearly as long as you had known Joe, and for most of that time, he had been a notorious player, the king of booty calls and never shy about sharing the sordid details with anyone who would stand still for long enough. You had imagined that he’d end up doing the same thing for as long as he lived.

And then, by pure accident, you had ended up introducing him to your friend and it was game over after that. She was not what you would have imagined he would go for; she was shy and meek and mild, whereas Jack was crass and wild and obnoxious, but from the moment they had met, they were endgame. You had been ready to throttle him for leaving when she told you she was pregnant not four months after they had been introduced, but he’d taken to parenthood like a duck to water.

You were thankful for it all though, Nora had been born just a couple of weeks after Theo and the pair of them were the best of mates. You were thankful to have another mum to share your concerns and confusions and struggles with as well. Especially with your prospective partners having such active careers, it was comforting to know that you weren’t alone.

You jumped slightly when you felt a pair of arms wind themselves around your waist gently, followed by a pair of lips pressing against your shoulder softly. You peered over at your boyfriend over your shoulder, smiling slightly when you caught sight of the grin plastered over his face.

“We did good, didn’t we?” he whispered in your ear, his grin broadening as the goosebumps on your arms spread up to your neck and shoulders. You followed his line of sight to where your bright and bubbly baby boy was now perched on Jack’s hip, giggling up at the blonde man as they took a picture with his wife and daughter.

“Well I did at least, his lack of co-ordination is all you,” You grinned up at him, wrapping an arm around his neck as you turned slightly in his arms, giggling at the look of shocked offence on his face. “We’ve done well so far though, everyone always says how happy of a baby he is,” you smile up at him, admiring the way his blue eyes sparkled down at you; the eyes that you saw every time you looked at Theo.

Your moment was disrupted by a loud screech across the garden, both of your heads snapping up at the sudden cry. Your eyes immediately flew to your boy, his plump bottom wobbling as you looked towards him, his chubby hands reaching out for you as your arms dropped from around your boyfriend as you hurried over, scooping Theo up into your arms.

“Mama!” he giggled, clapping his chubby little hands together as you propped him up on your hip, “My happy birthday?” he asks you as you bounce him slightly on your hip. You smile down at him adoringly before nodding.

“Yes baby, it’s your happy birthday, are you having fun with Uncle Jack and Norah?” you asked him, seeing Joe appear next to you out of your peripheral vision. He brushed his hand over Theo’s blonde curls gently as he rested his other arm around your hips.

“Yeahhhhh,” Theo giggled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you laughed softly, brushing your hand along his back as he giggled into your neck. “Wanna play with daddy though,” he mumbled into your neck, before pulling back and trying to launch himself into Joe’s arms.

You smiled as Joe scooped him up, tossing him into the air heartily and catching him, Theo’s giggles reverberating around the garden as Joe brought him back down and pressed a kiss to his pink cheeks before tossing him up in the air again.

“Dada!” Norah Maynard’s voice piped up, her tiny little fist clutching onto the bottom of Jack’s T-shirt and tugging on it, “Wanna go up up too!” she asked, blinking her big blue eyes up at her father. Soon she too was being thrown into the air, her little dress twirling up around her as she flew into the air.

“We’ve certainly come a long way from obsessing over boys on the internet,” A voice piped up beside you, having not even noticed your friend standing next to you, “Who would have known we’d ever end up here?” She grinned at you, her arms crossed over her stomach lightly. “Have you told him yet?” she asked you, her eyes flicking down to your stomach inconspicuously.  

“Not yet, tonight though,” you replied, your hand subconsciously resting on your stomach. Although you weren’t showing or anything yet, you had known for nearly a month.

Soon enough, you would be celebrating another babies first birthday.

Derek Hale Story (9)

Dinner with Derek:

Originally posted by semejohn

Today is the day Derek and You chose to go on your second date. Derek asked you earlier this week to accompany him to dinner. Derek had texted you saying he will be picking you up at 6:30pm and to wear something nice.

 You texted back “don’t I always look nice?? O.o LOL” shortly after you received a response saying “ Of course you do, but look extra nice babe.” You do as told. you love any chance to look your best.

 you rummage through your closet where you hang most of your sexy  and nice clothes. you chose a nice not over the top dress. you bent down search through all your shoes. finding a perfect pair of strappy shoes for your dress. you placed your outfit on your bed and went into your washroom stripping off the clothes on your body, running the shower water to the perfect temperature and stepping into the shower.

 one of the best things you love about showering is your shower radio. you turn it on and theres no need to find a station as it is already on your favorite you start singing along to the song playing. “we never learn, we’ve been here before, why are we always stuck and running from the bullet, the bullets” your put some shampoo in the palm of your hands and wash your hair awhile still singing “ just stop your crying its the sign of the times, we gotta get away from here” you condition your hair and rinse. you start washing your body and shaving.

Another good song comes on before you know it your dancing and singing it to. “ jump in the Cadillac girl lets put some miles on it, anything you want just put a smile on it” you finish your shower stepping out onto the shower mat. you dry off your hair and body you go to your sink and brush your teeth and hair before leaving the bathroom and entering your room.

 you get dressed in your nice dress and start doing your makeup. you finish getting ready and its almost time to go. you put on your heels and grab your clutch purse to go with your dress. .

 you go downstairs and sit on your couch. playing on your phone till Derek gets there. only a few minutes later theres a knock on your door, and assuming its Derek because well who else would it be. you smile excited to see derek and open the door to see..

Stiles. what the f you think and look behind him, back and fourth as if Derek would come up to your house any moment.

“ugh you just gonna stand there looking around or let me in” stiles asked.

you step aside letting the boy in.  “ can I help you” you ask kind of annoyed and confused why stiles just  showed up at your door.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

 stiles says. 

you gave him the biggest confused look ever. “what are you talking about” you ask still very much confused. stiles sighed.

“you know are connection for many things, like movies, as one example, there is a star wars marathon and dad wont let me watch it right now. it annoys him” stiles says ending with air quotations.

you burst out laughing. “ oh so you thought you could come to my house and watch it on my tv” you state

“no Y/N I just came here to tell you my favorite movie series is on tv and my dad is being an ass.” stiles says clearly full of sarcasm.

“oh well in that case thanks for letting me know bye” you sarcastically say back

Stiles has an offended look on his face while holding his hands to his heart.

“ouch, you don’t want to spend time with your best friend” stiles asks in a fake hurt tone.

You chuckle at him. “stiles I love hanging out with you but I have plans already if you didn’t notice the dress and heels I am wearing” you say.

Stiles looks you up and down and says “oh”

“yeah sorry Stiles Derek will be here any time now, I actually thought it was him knocking at the door”  you say politely.

“that’s fine, you have fun with sour wolf, ill just watch the movies alone” stiles says walking into your living room and grabbing the remote to your tv. You follow him in the living room in a hurry

 " wait what, I never said “you started to say but were cut off from a knock on the door. You give stiles an obvious glare and went to answer the door. 

"Hey hun” you greeted the sexy Derek Hale

“Hey babe, you look beautiful” Derek smiles and you can feel his amazing eyes travelling your figure in the white dress you wore.

“Aw thank you, you look beautiful too” you chuckle

“Where’s your snacks” you hear from inside your house.

“I am guessing stiles is here, I saw what sure looked to be his crap jeep parked and his scent” Derek says

“yeah he dropped by” you speak walking into  your home with Derek behind you most certainly enjoying his view.

Stiles comes form your kitchen with a mouth full of cheezies, while the bag of cheezies are in one hand and a can of soda in the other.

“Hey” Stiles spoke with bits of cheezie coming out of his mouth.

Derek looked at Stiles annoyed as ever.

Originally posted by stilinskihalefamily-archive

“why is he here” Derek turned his face to you asking

Stiles out on his offended face once again this evening from Dereks question. you sigh and answer “he is just here to watch some movies as the sheriff is busy at home not wanting noise”

“I wouldn’t want stiles around either” Derek smiled

“Don’t be such a sour wolf” stiles says to Derek

Derek and stiles are glaring at each other. I guess that’s our que to leave you thought.

“okay lets get going, and stiles if you make a mess im kicking your ass, then your sore ass is going to be cleaning the mess” you warn stiles

Stiles rolls his eyes walking into your living room. You and Derek head out the front door and into his car.

The drive was nice with small talk.

“I swear Stiles better behave at my house" you laugh

"if not, ill trip his throat out with my teeth” Derek tired saying in a serious tone but he soon smiled after saying that.

“thanks your the beats, gotta love a man that will kill your best friend for you” you laugh

“I would do anything for you” Derek says this time being one hundred percent serious

you give Derek a sweet smile and look out your window watching threes, houses, and stores passing by.

You guys arrive at the restaurant and Derek parks the car. He gets out of his car going to the passenger side to open the car door for you.

“Thank you” you say to Derek for being ever so kind.

You both walk hand in hand to a big dark brown builing that’s in front of you. The building has huge tinted windows in the front of it. The door man held the front door for you and Derek. You both walked in the restaurant.

 The place has light wood floors, dark brown tables, and cream color chairs. The walls are dark brown as well and the ceiling is cream color with flowers all over the ceiling and shinning little lights sparkling all around.

“How can I help you” A older looking man asked.

“A table for two” Derek answered

“right this way” the man lead us to a table by one of the big walls of the building. Derek pulled your chair out for you to  take a seat. and you thank him. He smiles and sits down.

“A waiter will be right with you” the old man says leaving you two alone.

“This place is nice” you smile looking around. “Thank you for this date” you say turning to look back at Derek.

“Already thanking me and the date just started, I must be good” Derek laughs and you roll your eyes.

“yes your so great” you say sarcastically even though it is true he really is great heck more than great.

A waiter who looks in his early twenties came to your table handing you and Derek menus.

  "Is there anything I can get you two to drink" The waiter asked.

“I will have water” Derek responds

“And what can I get you beautiful” The waiter asks you and Derek tenses up a bit with a not so happy look on his face from this boy calling you beautiful.

Who does he think he is calling you that. He should not be able to talk to customers like that. How unprofessional. He cant just call you that in front of him, your his girlfriend, Wait, no your not, not yet anyways.. Derek’s mind went a little wild at the waiters comment. And now he feels like an  idiot though you and the waiter have no insight in his head. He felt awkward and stupid for calling you his girlfriend even just in his head. He was so in thought he didn’t even notice you answered the waiter and he had left to get both your drinks.  

“So what are you thinking of eating” You ask Derek while looking over your own menu

Derek takes a quick look at his menu “Steak probably” He answers

“that sounds good” You give a small smile. You both look at the menus for another minute. The waiter comes back with your drinks setting them down.

“so what can I get you both to eat” the waiter asks

“I will have the steak well done with side Caesar salad” Derek replies to the water and both the boys turn their heads to you awaiting your answer.

“And for you hun” the waiter asks

Derek clears his throat a little to make his presence known and takes a sip of his water. You  glance at Derek and than look back to the waiter and reply “i’ll have the same, steak well done with Caesar salad”  

The waiter writes it down and takes your and Derek’s menus and giving you a little smile. Derek gives the waiter boy a glare wile glancing at him as the waiter walks away. You gave Derek a questionable look seeing he glared at the waiter. Derek gives you a tiny smile like nothing happened and nothing is bothering him.

“Your weird” you say to Derek and chuckle

Derek raises his eyebrows at you “ have you met yourself” he asks laughing. You furrow your eyebrows “Uh yeah I have and I think im pretty awesome” you smile.

“I am not disagreeing with that” he says and Derek takes a a hold of your hand smiling at you.

“so far are you liking it here” Derek asks you

“No. so far I am loving it here and being with you” you say being all cheesy

“good, if you didn’t like it here we could of took off somewhere else” Derek says

“no no this is great babe” you smile big 

“How was your day, anything exciting happen” you asks Derek

“I worked out most of the time, and got my self ready for this date. the only exciting thing would be right now this date spending time with you” he replies

“well arnt you just a smooth talker” you laugh

“I guess, I make the truth sound smooth” he laughs.

The waiter bring the steak and salad you both ordered. The boy didn’t acknowledge Derek but looked at you and said “enjoy your meal” with a smile and walked away.

You turn to Derek. “Is it me or was he to friendly to me and not very nice to you” you ask and laugh a little. Derek’s face looked surprised you mentioned it. “oh you noticed” he says.

“yeah I did and it was awkward” you reply

“just a little” he laughs

You both start eating your food. After a couple minutes of eating you had to declare your love. For this food of course.

“Gotta love steak, I might have to marry the chief” you chuckle

Derek faked being hurt. “ for your information I am a great cook, so you dint have to leave me for some chief” he says trying to be serious.

“Macaroni and cheese doesn’t count” you pointed out

Derek put on  joking angry face. “I am going to cook you dinner” he says dead serious

“we are already eating dinner” you say playing dumb

“Another time smart ass” Derek laughs

You and Derek take more bites of your meals. “so what do you plan on cooking for me” you ask after swallowing some steak

“It will be a surprise, don’t worry you will like it” Derek replies

“I don’t like mac and cheese that much” you joke

Derek sighs jokingly “Im not making damn macaroni and cheese” he chuckled

“Well with all honesty, I cant wait to have whatever you make me for dinner” you smile

Derek smiled. You and Derek enjoy eating more of your food. You guys finish up your food and the waiter came to ask how the bill is being paid and if everything is together. Derek said yes its together and paid with cash.

“Have a goodnight beautiful” The waiter said to you walking away

“He is one lucky boy” Derek says taking your hand walking to his car

“whys that” you asked confused

because I didn’t rip his throat out with my teeth" Derek says partly joking but very annoyed how that idiot boy talked and flirted with you. You laugh

“Are you jealous” you asks

Derek chuckles “No but I do wish that boy had more respect for you and me your date” He says. You nod as your in dereks car driving back to your home.

The ride is peaceful and quite. just you and Derek with smiles on your faces. You watch the scenery passing by through the car window. You get home and Derek turns off his car but stays inside it.

“I would walk you to the door but I don’t want stiles spying on us” Derek chuckles

“I agree” you smile at him 

You move in to kiss him and he meets you almost half way your lips smash together. its a tingly amazing feeling all over your body, on your lips,face,neck,chest and down your arms.

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 "Sleep well babe" Derek says as you both are pulling away.

“You too hun” You smile and get out of the car and walking to your front door going inside.

 You walk to your living room hearing the tv. Damn stiles and his movies you think to your self. You see stiles passed out on your couch cuddling a bag of cheezie. His mouth is open and light  snores are coming from it. You Smile at your dorky best friend and take the cheezies bag away covering him with a blanket folded up on the back of the couch. You turn off the tv and head up stairs to your room.

 You remove your heels and dress and change into a tank top and shorts to sleep in. You go into your bathroom to wash off your makeup and brush your teeth. You jump in bed and your whole date flashes through your mind, you smile at the recent events that have happened tonight and drift off to sleep.


(gifs not mine) The is part 9 to the Derek Hale Story. Read other parts if you have not. Sorry it was very late had a lot going on with moving and my daughter. hope you all understand and enjoy this part.


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How could I be sure?

Hi guys! 

This is sort of a Part3 to the Cheating Series however it can still be read as a stand alone too. If you want to read them first, you can find them on my blog.
As promised, this has two endings. The four little stars indicate ending Nr. 1, anyone who wanted a different ending can then just keep reading. 

Warnings: It indicates some dirty bits.

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My mouth had found the skin of his neck as I’d leaned forward, settling my lips against it so I could kiss him there. Harry’s entire body had gone rigid and he’d responded by wrapping his arms around me tighter, making me giggle into his neck. My legs had been locked around his waist and I’d forced him down lower so his crotch was on the same level as mine, leaving us both with an excited feeling in our stomachs. My hands had wound into his lovely hair and I’d enjoyed the softness of his strands. He’d groaned when I’d scraped his scalp.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he’d moaned against my jaw.

I’d laughed again and nodded, pressing myself against his chest some more. I had let my lips trail down and to his collarbones, suckling and biting softly. “What can I say? I missed you badly.”

“Was only gone for a few hours, sweetheart,” Harry had hummed lowly and he’d pulled away from me long enough to take of his shirt.

“Still too much,” I’d whined, my arms already open to welcome him back into them, “want you with me all the time.”

I’d grinned proudly when I’d noticed the love bite I’d left on his neck and Harry’s chest had rumbled in a low chuckle. It hadn’t been something I did often, leaving marks on him. But I’d strangely found a liking of it recently.
His fingers had then reached up and gently caressed my cheek and the green of his eyes had been full of sparkles and shone warmly. Harry’s cheeks had been a light shade of pink and his breathing had been faster than normally. He’d looked so happy.

“You know I’m yours,” Harry had whispered, looking at me intensively, “S'never gonna change.”

“I’m yours, too,” I’d promised, reaching up my own hand do stroke his jaw, “It couldn’t be any different.”

A hum had left his beautiful lips and he’d leaned in, pressing his now naked chest to mine and coming closer so he could kiss my lips. My heart could have burst of happiness, the feeling of his lips driving me crazy. Harry had felt like home as he’d allowed me to cuddle into him. I had been home. I’d loved the man hovering above me so deeply, especially in moments like this where we could just enjoy each other fully.

That all had happened so long ago, when really I’d believed it wouldn’t ever stop.


“Is he going to be there?”

Kate glanced at me through the mirror as she fixed her hair for the third time, her eyes finding mine from where I sat on her bed. I peered up at her with guilt tugging at my heart, knowing she wouldn’t like me having asked that question. I was to never mention him again, she’d ordered me shortly after I’d broken up with Harry, he wasn’t worth my thoughts.
My fingers clenched and unclenched before I quickly brushed the sweat forming in my palms off on my tights, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It had been two months since I’d erased his number from my phone, three months since I’d last said his name and four since I’d seen him as he’d walked out of my life, after I’d told him that I couldn’t forgive him for sleeping with someone else. And still, there was no sign I was even close to moving on or getting over him. The mere thought of the possibility of seeing him tonight had me tingling with fear and a strange sense of excitement.

“I don’t know,” Kate admitted quietly, giving me a gentle smile. “But it’s possible. He gets on well with Joan and David and they’re coming for sure. They might bring him along.”

“Huh,” I hummed and nodded, my brows furrowing.

I wondered what he looked like. I’d seen him in the papers, of course, but he’d been all wrapped up in his hoodie and had worn sunglasses to cover his eyes. Though he’d honestly had had better days, he surely hadn’t seemed like he was miserable. Surely not as miserable as I was without him.
A dinner with friends was different though. He’d have to dress up a little and leave those stupid glasses, which were preventing me from seeing those eyes I missed so much, at home.

“Will you be alright?” Kate asks as she hooked in her earrings before turning to me, “If he’s there?”

Her tall and slender figure sat down in front of me and I quickly nodded, meaning it. Or at least, trying to mean it. Kate surprised me with her soft gestures and quiet words, as she sensed my my discomfort.

“We can always cancel, sweetie. No one would blame you as they’re all pissed at him since the truth about your break up came out.”

I whimpered at that, thinking back to the horrible moment when I’d walked past a magazine which’s cover said in big letters: Harry Styles cheating scandal - truth revealed.
After Harry and I had declared our break up to the public, there had been many stories flowing around, speculating as to what had happened and often painting me as the villain. In one article it said I wanted him to give up his solo career to be home more, in another one I supposedly hated his fans and wanted Harry to neglect them and in the last one I’d read, Harry had dumped me after finding out I’d spent thousands of his money on cloths and shoes. From there, I was too fed up with those lies and quit paying attention to them. It still hurt to know I was being insulted and talked bad about every day, but I tried to accept it.
However, Harry didn’t. Those rumors were put to a quick end once Harry had had his second TV appearance since ending our relationship. The interviewer hadn’t even pushed him on the subject, hadn’t mentioned my name or our relationship, and had only asked if Harry was doing alright. To this my ex-boyfriend had said:

“You know what? No. I’m not.”

And with that he’d told them everything. How he’d cheated on me, how I’d found out and that I was in no way to blame for our break up as it had understandably become too much to bare for me. Harry had stated how he regretted it all and that he wished it were different, but that he respected my decision and wished me the best. He also asked the media and his fans to leave me alone and to not harass me as the bad guy and paint him as the victim anymore. To my great surprise, as well as relief, they followed his request and left me alone. It was now Harry who got the nasty stuff and who was painted to be an asshole. I had to admit that it made me feel bad for him. All the negative publicity he got hurt his image, I knew that.

“No,” I protested, “We promised to go and they’re expecting us. He’s just my ex-boyfriend. I have to get over it eventually.”

Kate shrugged and slipped on her shoes. “I’d understand if you spat at him should he dare coming to dinner.”

I let out a giggle at her words and brushed my fingers through my hair one last time, fixing it a little before I got up to put on my shoes too. I wrapped my scarf around my head and put on the thick coat I’d brought along to Kate’s place, before quietly asking:

“You’re not too harsh to him, are you?”

“To Harry? Well, he does have to take a joke once in a while, but it isn’t too bad I think. They’re all still his friends, except for me.”

Kate pulled at her long hair so it fell perfectly and grinned at me, as if expecting my praise.

“That’s not quite fair,” I said quietly, “he cheated on me and not on you guys. You shouldn’t be punishing him as well.”

“I don’t see how you’re punishing him,” Kate said and motioned for me to follow her out of her bedroom, “as your friends we have taken it upon ourselves to defend your honor.”

I rolled my eyes at that and waited for her to find her keys.

“Also, stop justifying what he did, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve it.”

I didn’t argue, knowing she was right. Harry didn’t deserve my loyalty anymore, and neither did he need it. Though my heart still behaved silly whenever I thought about his beautiful eyes, my tummy turned when it occurred to me that he might as well have found comfort with his lover again. After all, he didn’t have me holding him back anymore and could do as he pleased.

I loved Harry. Him and I had been so connected with each other I’d even believed our hearts beat at the same rhythm. Looking at him had given me such a rush of relief and happiness, just stepping into our house to see him would have cheered my mood up and had instantly set me at ease. How hadn’t it been the same for him? Why had he needed someone other to fill an empty space I’d apparently left uncovered? I wondered if he was subconsciously relieved about us breaking up. Perhaps he just hadn’t had the courage to do it, but was glad he didn’t have to feel bad anymore. I’d given him the chance to devote himself to his lover completely and to be with her officially. Maybe, he loved her already anyway and had simply been too nice to tell me.

“Ready?” Kate asked and looked at me expectantly.

Ready to face the guy who broke your heart?

“Yes.” I quickly followed her out of her apartment and pulled the door shut behind me.


When Harry had kissed me, it was the kind of kiss that had my heart beating fast, my fingers shaking and a rush of dizziness flooding through my body until everything, even my toes, tingled.
I wondered if I’d ever find someone who could kiss me like that again.

My knee knocked against the leg of the table and I cursed under my breath before scooting further down the bench to where Kate sat already, chatting with her boyfriend. The atmosphere of the restaurant was relaxing and though I was still buzzing with worry, the presence of my friends began to slowly ease me.

My friend Graham chuckled as he’d seen my clumsy incident and I giggled before motioning him to scoot closer so he, too, sat on the bench beside me. Soon we’d successfully fit six people to sit around the table, leaving enough space for the four chairs, awaiting the guest who had yet to come. I really hoped Harry wouldn’t show up and that those chairs would be occupied by anyone other than him.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Y/N,” Graham said after he’d settled down, “How have you been?”

“Quite good,” I replied quickly and was about to ask him what he’d been up to himself, when my eyes landed on a much too familiar figure that had appeared behind Graham in the doorway.

He was so beautiful still. It was silly to be surprised by it, but that’s exactly how I felt, even when I wasn’t supposed to think of him like that anymore. He stole my breath.
His soft brown hair was still short, but it stuck into every direction just as if he was trying to grow it out again, making him look all fluffy and disheveled. His strong upper body was dressed in an unusually simple, white shirt and his long legs were clad in tight black jeans. Everything about him was so familiar. My Harry. He looked so much like my Harry, even if he wasn’t that person anymore.

The reason I doubted that I’d ever find someone who could kiss me the way Harry had done, was because I’d seriously had my doubts about every falling in love again. Maybe I’d care for or like someone in the future and find someone who’d make me happy. But to find that toe-curling, all consuming love I felt for Harry again with someone else? It seemed impossible. Partly because I hadn’t let him go yet, even after everything that had happened.

The moment his green eyes found mine they widened and his pink lips parted in surprise. Harry hadn’t expected me to show up, I realized. It almost pleased me a little, knowing that I’d caught him off guard. Just as Kate had predicted, he had his friends Joan and David by his side, a couple I only knew briefly. I didn’t mind them, but I would have appreciated if they’d left their tag-along at home. Sensing my sudden discomfort, Graham turned his head and his entire torso tensed the moment he realized it was in fact Harry who’d showed up. He quickly turned to look at me.

“Will you be alright?”

“Sure,” I muttered and lowered my gaze. I could feel everyone’s attention shifting onto me. They all wanted to see how I’d react to his presence.

I didn’t want to see Harry, I couldn’t bare it. Though I’d told Kate that having dinner with him present would work out alright, I felt sick and as if I was going to cry. Who’s hands had given his hair this look? Had it been the same woman he’d allowed to pull at it or was it somebody new already?
My heart was beating so fast I believed I could hear it. The blood rushed through my veins and I prayed it wouldn’t show by flushed cheeks. I didn’t want Harry to know how uncomfortable he made me feel, it’d be like admitting he had won.

“Oh look who it is!”

My head shot up by the sound of Kate’s voice and I frowned upon noticing how she’d fixated her gaze on Harry. A challenging smile pulled at her mouth and I grimaced, knowing she’d jump to his throat if they were alone. Kate was “more” than me in a lot of ways. Prettier, older, more out going and much more self confident. I’d known that when she’d said “Harry has to take a joke once in a while”, it meant she taunted him whenever she got the chance.

“Kate, don’t,” I warned but she ignored me.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” Kate continued, “you shouldn’t have.”

Harry was about reply when his eyes shot back to mine, nothing but guilt and regret evident in them. His mouth fell shut. I shuddered and lowered my gaze instantly, uncomfortable with him seeking my help. He didn’t deserve it and it angered me how he thought he did.

“Don’t look at her,” Kate growled angrily.

“Kate,” I begged, “leave it. Let us all just have a quiet dinner, okay?”
Finally she turned her attention to me before rolling her eyes, then she turned her attention back on her boyfriend Adam.

I dared to focus my gaze back on Harry and was both, relieved as well as sad about him not looking at me anymore. Harry visibly swallowed and his eyes lowered to the floor. I noticed a sudden rosiness on his cheeks as if he were embarrassed and I bit my bottom lip, guilt crawling up my throat. I didn’t want him to be humiliated in front of all the people he considered to be his friends. Though Harry had humiliated me as well, but at least it hadn’t happened in front of people.
David by his side clapped Harry on the shoulder and muttered something to him, before pulling out two chairs and motioning Harry to sit. He looked as if he was going to decline, obviously tensed and uncomfortable. But he didn’t and I scooted further back and to Graham, trying to take my mind off of my ex-boyfriend who took a seat opposite to me.
I was going to have dinner with the man who still haunted my dreams.

The rest of our group arrived and soon all the seats were taken, giving me a chance to hide in the crowd.

I couldn’t stop myself from peering at him every now and again. A sickening feeling rushed through me when I remembered how there had once been a time where we wouldn’t have ever sat this far apart from each other. We would have insisted on sitting close, holding hands and kissing sometimes, even when we annoyed the others by it. He didn’t look that different from the person he’d been back then and I even shuddered when I felt the familiarity, and at the same time, felt as if I had no idea who he was anymore. I didn’t recognize any of his clothing articles and my mouth went dry when I noticed outlines of a new tattoo peeking out from his neckline.

“Excuse me.”

Graham’s expression turned from a smile to one of concern but I shook my head and motioned for him to let me through so I could rush through the restaurant and to the back of it. I found the bathroom and quickly locked myself inside a cabin, just in time before any of the other girls present could see me cry. Soon sobs wrecked through my body and I shook my head.
What had I been thinking? That I would be able to look at him, without it stabbing me in the heart again and again? That I’d somehow forget what had happened?

I loved him. I truly loved Harry with every bit of me and I could hardly bare it.


“In here,” I sniffled, wiping my nose with some toilet paper.

Then I reached for the door and unlocked it, moments later Kate barged in.

“Oh sweetie,” she cooed upon seeing my tears.

Her hands found my cheeks to brush away the drops before she wrapped both arms around me to hug me close. The comforting gesture made me cry some more.

“We’re going home, okay? Adam said he wouldn’t mind driving us.”

I shook my head and brushed away the wetness still slipping from my eyes after untangling myself from her. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Kate spoke calmly, “How could you be? Everyone will understand and know that-”

“That I can’t even be in the same room as him after four months! Kate that’s ridiculous and stupid!”

More tears slipped down my face and I faintly wondered how many times I’d cried in the last few months because of him. I’d lost count long ago.

“They’ll think I’m embarrassing. He should just be some guy to me by now and not have this fucking effect whenever he’s only as much as mentioned to me!”

“Who cares what they might think?”

Kate’s gentle eyes looked at me with such kindness it shut me up. Gone was any trace of the anger her face had held earlier and the only thing left was my friend who wanted nothing but to take care of me.

“I understand, Y/N. You loved him. That doesn’t just go away and despite what you think, no one expects you to be over it already.”

“I still do,” I whimpered quietly, “I love him so much my chest could burst.”

Kate nodded and brushed my hair from my forehead. “That’s fine.”

She smiled gently.

“You love him and that’s okay. We’re going to fix you up and then leave. You’re going to get your bag and say goodbye to the rest of the group and then we’re out of here. It has nothing to do with weakness, honey, but maybe you guys just need to stay separated some more.”

How surreal, I thought. Kate was right. Harry and I needed to be separated still. It felt so wrong to even think about it.

Still, I allowed Kate to pull me to a stand and make true to her promise by she drying my cheeks and brushing her fingers through my hair, fixing it as good as she could. Then she grabbed my hand and began to lead me confidently through the restaurant.

“Graham!” she called over the table, “Her bag, please.”

Graham hurried to hand it to Kate and I looked away, too embarrassed by feeling all of their eyes on me once again. My cheeks flushed and I was glad when Kate pulled my arm so I would follow her to the door and outside, escaping the awkwardness.


My body tensed when I heard his oh so familiar deep voice and my feet hurried to catch up with Kate who didn’t slow down.

“Y/N, wait!” he begged and my heart ached, “Please!”

Harry was fast and though he’d hesitated to run after me he managed to catch up quickly. My body went rigid when his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist and I gasped when he pulled me to face him, forcing me and Kate to a stand.
His green eyes were wide and he looked pale in the soft light provided by the street lamp. His hair was a mess and I whimpered when I noticed the swell of his eyelids, indicating that he’d cried only recently. So he really had tried to hide something by wearing the sunglasses each day he went out.

“Let me talk to her,” Harry spoke sternly and though the sentence had been directed at Kate, his eyes were only set on me. He locked his gaze with mine with such intensity as if he planned on never looking away again.

“No way-”

“Kate, I can deal with it. Give us a moment, okay?”

She glance at me as if I’d lost my mind, but I had only eyes for him. Harry. His closeness both, freaked me out and made me feel happier than I’d been in a while. My eyes were watering and my stomach fluttered, the entire situation becoming too much. Harry sighed in relief at my words and I saw something sparkle in his eyes. Hope, maybe? Kate let go of my hand and took a few steps back, giving us space but remaining close enough to jump in.

“Where’s Cici?” I asked, crossing my arms and swallowing down the lump in my throat.

Harry’s face fell instantly and all emotion I’d recognized as hope drained from his eyes. I raised my brows at him and bit down on my lip hard, keeping the tears back.

“She told me you haven’t been calling her lately. Said she misses you.”

Harry’s mouth fell open and he shook his head. “No, I- How do you..?”

“Know that? I had a chat with her!”

Anger settled in my veins as I thought back to my rather unpleasant shopping experience only a few months back. I’d noticed someone had been following me once I’d entered Sainsbury’s, but never had I expected it to be her. She’d stopped her cart next to mine and had grinned up at me in a way that still haunted me now, all white teeth and fake. She’d been pretty, beautiful even. With her full lips and hair as red as a flame, she fit much better to Harry’s side than I did and it made sense he’d slept with her when she offered herself to him.
Cici had laughed, before she went on to explain that she’d recognized me from seeing me on a picture Harry had kept as his phone lock screen.

“I knew you were pretty but not as much as you are in reality. You’re not very photogenic.”


“How’s Harry?” Cici had went on, “He hasn’t called me in a while and I miss him.”

She’d rolled her eyes and pulled up her perfectly plucked eyebrows, as if she hadn’t understood at all how he could have possibly gotten tired of her.

“Does his absence mean you finally found a way to please him then?”

Cici’s mouth had pulled into such an ugly smile then and she’d tried to lay a hand on my arm, before I had quickly pulled away.

“He likes it when you roll your hips whilst straddling him,” she’d advised me before I’d turned away with disgust.

That’s what I’d felt. Pure and raw disgust for what this woman was.

“She’s lovely,” I continued and tried to push away the memories, focusing back on the man standing before me.

Harry’s face was hard to read, all I could see was how deep in thought he was. I’d caught him off guard completely.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered and reached out as if to caress my face, but then he hesitated and let it fall back to his side.

“She let me be after informing me about how you were the biggest she’d ever had. You fucked her good, apparently. Does that please you, Harry? Knowing that?”

“No.” Harry’s head shook rapidly and his hands brushed away the few tears who slipped from his eyes.

It didn’t feel good to see him cry. It didn’t bring me any sense of victory or triumph over him. All it did was sadden me further. It saddened me, because from wanting to exchange nothing but words of love, we’d gone to this. Inflicting pain on the other as if in a constant battle of who could take more.

“It doesn’t make you happy, that the woman who was worth ruining our relationship over, thinks you were good at fucking her?”

“Stop saying that,” he whispered, “I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N. Not since you…”

“Oh, does it warm my heart to hear you stopped sleeping around with her after I found out about it!”

“You never used to be so cynical,” he observed quietly and I hissed at his words.

“Yeah, well, I suppose I changed too.”

He nodded and lowered his gaze, staring at his feet. His ringed fingers clenched by his side and I watched his tense shoulders slack even more.

“I love you.”

Air left my lungs and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I stared at him, unsure if I’d heard him right, though I knew I couldn’t have imagined it. The way he said it… the familiarity of the sound almost mocked me. How dared he being so unfair? He couldn’t say those words to me anymore, not when they didn’t mean anything to him.

“You don’t.”

He nodded before sniffling noisily. “Yes, I do. I never stopped.”

“If you loved me, truly and with all of your heart, then you wouldn’t have been able to touch her like that, Harry.”

My voice broke and for the first time I wished for Kate to back off even more. Her presence was starting to make me feel uncomfortable as I didn’t like for anyone to see just how far under my skin Harry was.

“I don’t know what possessed me, Y/N,” Harry confessed, “I cannot understand my actions when I look back. They make no sense.”

He was cold. I noticed how his skin was covered in goosebumps and I swallowed down the words shooting to my head, as I wanted to scold him for not wearing something a little warmer. It was almost a habit. I’d taken care of him for too long to now do anything else.

“I can’t be around you,” I whispered, suddenly aware of how he was still holding on to my arm. “You make me feel insane.”

He shook his head, the curls falling into his face. “We can fix this. We don’t have to end our relationship, Y/N.”


He shook his head, the green eyes now swimming in tears. His fingers shook and tightened on my wrist when I tried to pull away.

“Y/N, we can still safe each other, I promise! I’ll do-”

“No, Harry,” I cried and finally managed to pull myself free and taking a step back, “I don’t want your stupid promises that you know you can’t keep!”

Harry stared at me, his cheeks just as wet as my own. I stared back at him and for the first time, it felt like we were connecting again. The bond between us, pulling us together was still there and I had to take in a deep breath so I wouldn’t be dizzy. Bringing together all the courage I could fathom, I reached forward and touched both hands to his shoulders. He visibly relaxed under my touch and his own palms found my hips to settle on. I shrugged him off though once he tried to pull me against him and he instantly let go. His eyes sparkled and it hurt me to know what I had to do next. I’d craved his touch so badly, but selfishly I wished I wouldn’t have to see him from this close when I broke his heart.

“It was too late to safe us the moment you lay down in her arms, Harry,” I whispered.

His face grimaced and he let his head hang. I pulled away and gasped when I heard the faint sound of him whimper.

“I’m sorry,” I promised, my own voice breaking as I cried, “but It has to be this way.”


Harry’s Point of View

She just drove away. Her friend and the boyfriend just took her away from me, no hesitation. Nothing. They took my Y/N away without a second thought, as if it wasn’t like they’d ripped out my heart and left me stranded on the side of the road.
You brought this upon yourself, a quiet little voice spoke inside my head, everything that’s happened is because of you.
I knew that was true. I’d thrown away the love I’d known would be the only thing I’d ever need for the rest of my life, so easily and without even noticing it.
And yet, I still felt like I couldn’t let her go. All of this mess, it had been brought by me, I knew that well enough, but couldn’t that mean I could bring us back?

I’d meant it when I’d said that I wanted to safe our relationship. Y/N’s solution was to just run away, but who was to say that was the only solution there was?

I’d get her back. There was no life to build up when she wasn’t in it. Any other life wasn’t one I wanted to lead. Y/N had called all the shots so far and I couldn’t bare it anymore, not when her every move was to push me away. This couldn’t continue, I decided. She had to give me a chance. I couldn’t go on without having at least explained her just how deep my remorse went, as she had so far always interrupted me. Maybe if I could just remind her of how good we were together, she’d accept and give us another chance. I needed her to like I didn’t need anyone else.


A cab pulled up by my side and I quickly jumped into the backseat. I told the driver Y/N’s address and urged him to drive as fast as he could, promising even to pay extra.
When he finally pulled up on the curb of her street I almost jumped out of the vehicle. My feet hurried up the stairs before I hammered against the door with my closed fist. I must have looked like a maniac, still only dressed in a light shirt even though it was fucking freezing and I wondered what her neighbors thought. Once again she had me running after her and knocking on her door.

“Who is it?” my girl’s quiet voice spoke, strained and full of worry.

“I’m not giving you up,” I called, “Not again. Not ever.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Harry.”

My heart squeezed painfully as I could clearly hear her cry. The door was pulled open and I pushed her aside so I could enter before she had time to refuse me. I wouldn’t ever let her refuse me without giving me chance again. Her rejection was something I’d experienced three times now and I was sure I wouldn’t survive a fourth time.
Y/N hadn’t changed her clothing yet and my head felt clouded by how cute and adorable as well as breathtakingly beautiful she looked. Even the tears straining her cheeks couldn’t change that.
Before I could think about it properly, I reached forward and took those soft cheeks into my hands.

“M'never gonna let go,” I swore, my eyes looking into her beautiful ones, then I connected my mouth to hers.

She whined, pressed her hands to my chest and I suppressed a gasp when her feet kicked my shin. I responded only by moving, one hand pushed the door shut and with the other I pushed at Y/N’s side, forcing her to stand up agains the wall. My lips still moved against hers and I could have rejoiced when I felt her kissing back, just when I was about to pull away. I craved nothing more in the world than her being close, but I wouldn’t have ever forced myself onto her if she showed so clearly that she didn’t want me to touch her.
But she kissed back. Her lovely hands freed themselves off my hold and found their way into my hair, fisting and pulling at the short roots.

“I’m growing it out,” I moaned against her mouth, “Know you liked it better when it was longer.”

Y/N only responded with a hum, equally eager to connect our lips as I was. She didn’t mind when I pressed her harder against the wall so she was trapped between it and my body. We kissed for so long I lost track of time, until she suddenly shook her head, forcing me to disconnect from her and her body began to jerk as she tried to pull away.

“No,” she whined, “let go.”

“Y/N,” I gasped and closed my eyes before obeying and pulling away.

I pushed myself off the wall and took a step back. I watched as she brushed her hand over her lips and my stomach dropped when I noticed how her lovely eyes began suddenly swam in tears.

“What are you doing? Haven’t you tortured me enough already?”

I shook my head. “I’m not trying to torture you, Y/N. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked and crossed her arms over her chest.

My hands instantly found her wrists and I held onto them, giving in to the crave of touching her. From the moment I’d met her it had been hard not to reach for her whenever we were close.

“You love me,” I whispered and went on before she could deny it, “I see it in your eyes. I see how your breathing quickens when I’m near and I can feel myself being drawn to you. We’re it for each other Y/N and you fucking know it!”

She stared at me, her lips slightly apart.

“We can’t separate, my love,” I told her and squeezed her hands gently, “you’d kill us both if you force me to go.”

Y/N lowered her gaze and shook her head tiredly, “I can’t, Harry. You don’t understand. I don’t think I could ever trust you again.”

“I don’t expect you to blindly forgive me, Y/N,” I swore, my voice barely above a whisper as I feared I’d scare her away otherwise, “you can doubt me. And question me. Everyday for the rest of my life if that’s what it is. I love you and I’ll fight for you always. I will bare it as I deserve you to second guess my every move.”

“How can you want a life like that?” Y/N argued and weakly pulled at my hands, trying to free herself.

Yet she only did it lightly, as if she wasn’t sure if she really wanted me to let her go.

“Because I have never been as in love with someone as I am with you,” I promised.

Y/N’s lips fell apart and her watery eyes stared into mine. Her rosy cheeks tingled and could almost hear her heartbeat.

“I love you too,” she confessed so quietly I thought I’d missed it.

A smile pulled at my lips. Warmth spread through me and suddenly I felt as calm as I hadn’t in a long time.

It was all the encouragement I needed to lean in and kiss her once more, only this time I pressed my lips to her only gently, waiting to see how she’d react. My heart swelled when she reacted the way I’d hoped she would; Y/N leaned in and kissed me back with such intensity my breathing stopped. Her wonderful smell took over my senses and all of a sudden I was drowned in luck and happiness. She was here and she wasn’t pushing me away.

“I need you to devote yourself to me and only me,” I heard Y/N whisper against my cheek.

Her breathing came out rapidly and she whimpered when I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand.

“It’s only you,” I whispered before kissing her softly, “It will always, only be you. I am so sorry for what I did. But it will never happen again, I swear it.”

Y/N’s gently eyes met mine and my tummy danced when she smiled. I hadn’t seen her smile in much too long. Her hands clutched me close to her, fisting my shoulders and breathing me in by trailing her nose alone my jaw. My head leaned in to rest against hers and I sighed.

“It will be only us from now on.”

That’s it! Hope you all liked this little series. :) Feedback is always welcome. Requests are currently closed as I have some to catch up on. 

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keep it professional || yixing

of course, he just had to be an idiot and form a crush on his co-star. 

genre :: fluff

the new show he would be starring it was full of comedy, it was aimed towards children and adults alike. so, he wasn’t expecting to grow fond of his co-star.

from the day you walked in, his eyes were already on you. he could already tell you were a happy virus, you were bursting with energy and smiled so hard he could tell your cheeks were hurting. you were kind to him, shook his hand and bowed in respect, told him how much you loved his work and was honored to be on a show with him. he ignored how his heart was starting to beat faster, bowed back, and sent you a loving smile.

since them, being next to you was complete hell, but complete heaven combined.

you seemed to be perfect in every way possible. you hardly made mistakes on the show and if you did, you would always give an honest apology. your funniness wasn’t fake, the script did nothing to help you with that, you just naturally knew how to make everybody laugh, how to raise spirits.

“she’s an angel,” yixing said, on a call with a close friend in his car after a long day of shooting, a long day of being next to you. 

“so why won’t you actually talk to her?”

he could feel his cheeks flaming. “do you even know what professionalism is?!”

the friend across the phone sighed. “being professional doesn’t mean you can’t talk to her. actually, talking to her is a sign of you wanting to get to know her offset, which can make her form an interest in you as well.”

pursing his lips, yixing whined while yanking his phone from his ear and hanging up. maybe talking to you wouldn’t be so bad.


yeah, talking to you wasn’t bad.

it was horrible.

“hey, y/n,” he said quietly as he approached you in your dressing room, the door wide open. it was the end of the day, and everyone was to busy cleaning up to pay attention to either of you.

you turned around in your chair, phone in hand and smiled sweetly at him. “hey! what’s up?”

his cheeks started to flame. “uh- uh- i was wondering…”

dang. dang. he couldn’t do this, not with you sitting there, makeup scrubbed up yet still looking like a goddess. not with you peering at him curiously with those pretty eyes like that. dang. 

“nothing, it’s nothing! forget i said anything!” he quickly shouted, running out of the room and making sure to close the door behind himself.

and you frowned, because he seemed to notice everything except your expectant smile of him finally attempting to speak a word to you.


the next day was the last day of shooting. it was the last day of being next to you, of being able to admire you from afar and talk to himself about how much he just wanted to hold your hand.

he messed up yesterday, completely. when you walked in you didn’t say a word to him, you didn’t even glance at him, and it made his heart hurt a little, and he could only assume it was because of yesterday.

you had made more mistakes today than all of the other days of shooting combined. the directors were constantly scolding you, wanting you to be perfect, but not even giving you a break to just breathe

so, when a five minute break did happen, he was already following you to your dressing room. before you could slam the door shut, he stopped it with his foot, his lips tugged into a frown.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked, voice full of worry.

“fine,” your voice was so stern, so bitter, it made him blink a few times to make sure he heard you right.

“y/n, if this is about yesterday-”

“yes, it is about yesterday.” you turned to glare straight into his eyes. “you think i don’t see the way you stare at me when i walk in? the way your eyes linger on set? or how you peek into my dressing room when the door is open? i see all of that, yixing, all of it. and yesterday i thought, maybe he’s actually going to talk to me, but no, you ran out in the middle of your sentence. so you wanna know why i’m so upset?! because i like you, zhang yixing! i’ve liked you for the longest time but how am i supposed to approach you and blatantly say “hey, yixing, wanna date or something-”

“you just did.”

you stopped rambling, still angrily looking at him. “what?!”

“you just asked me if i wanted to date you.”

you blinked, pursing your lips. a couple moments of silence passed by.

“i want to date you, y/n.” he said, walking up to you, grabbing your hand. “i’m just upset that you had to ask me out.”

and this time, instead of you making a giggle escape his lips, you smiled at his words as you couldn’t help but laugh.

anonymous asked:

are you still doing au headcanons? because mckirk au with jim as a fireman and bones is a paramedic pretty please. (p.s: i adore your writing, omg)

Part 1 | Part 2

  • The first time Bones stops by the firestation it’s because someone’s unwell, and it’s honestly the most chaotic place he’s ever seen. Literally, there’s a ridiculously handsome guy twirling around the pole like he’s some top class stripper, and two other guys are just laughing at how ridiculous it looks. “Jesus Jim, go do what you’re paid for,” Chief Fireman Pike calls out to him, before apologizing to Bones. “He’s our best fireman, he’s just… weird.” “Okay.” Bones says, in lieu of a better answer. Pike guides him to a back room where a guy is sitting with a pack of ice against his eye. “Tell me what happened.”
  • A big fire breaks out, and the ambulance arrives shortly after the firemen. Bones watches them work, admiring their bravery. They’re entering a building that’s literally on fire, coming out with survivors. Bones checks them all out carefully before he sends them off to the hospital for more treatment. By the time the fire’s put out, it’s close to midnight. Bones is about to leave when he catches Jim, his face covered in ash and his right arm looks incredibly bruised. “Hey,” Bones says, approaching him. “Want me to take a look at that?” Jim looks at his own arm, grimacing lightly. “Nah, doc. It’s fine.” “It doesn’t look fine. Tell me what happened.” Jim looks tired, like he just wants to be anywhere else but here, and that’s understandable. “Just some elevator incident. My arm got stuck trying to pull out a few people. It’s fine. We saved lives, that’s important.”
  • It turns out, Jim’s incredibly reckless as a fireman. Sure, he’s the gentleman who saves cats from trees, who helps old ladies cross the street, and who is generally just such a good person. But ever since Bones has been transferred to Brooklyn, he’s sent to the fire department there at least once a week because of some stupid reckless shit Jim’s pulled. And he’ll sit with him, despite the whole “I’m fine, doc., I don’t need to be patched up”. Bones will tell him to shut up, and he patches him up. 
  • “Ouch. Ow-Bones!” “For the last time, just sit still! It doesn’t have to hurt so much,” Bones says as Jim tries to yank his head away. There’s a nasty cut just above his eyebrow that needs stitches, and Jim’s just constantly making Bones’ life hell here. “I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Jim grits out through his teeth. “I’ll stop doing it on purpose when you stop getting hurt,” Bones counters. He leans in real close to Jim’s face, eyes trained on the wound he’s stitching up, and he can feel Jim’s eyes burning on him. “You smell good,” Jim finally says, and Bones just. He’s speechless for a few seconds. “Thanks?” Bones says, a little hesitantly, before adding: “You dance real good on that pole.” Jim bursts out laughing, the cutest laugh in the world, and it results in Bones having to stitch him up all over again. 
  • And Jim’s just incredibly strong. Bones watches him carry a full grown man in his arms when he exits a burning building, maybe adrenaline has something to do with that, but it’s really impressive. Bones tends to the guy Jim saves and Jim’s doing great. Honestly, Bones pays most attention to his favorite fireman saving people, and he looks so great with grey stained cheeks, toned biceps and his otherwise perfect hair now a dirty blond, but fuck, it’s a look that works well on him. 
  • When they’re mostly done, Bones sits inside the ambulance, and the doors are open and he’s watching the firemen wrap up their stuff. Bones is watching Jim, and the fireman catches Bones staring, and he walks over. Bones notices a limp in his walk. “You okay?” he asks as Jim sits down next to him. “No, doc., I think I need a checkin-up,” Jim says, and Bones frowns because since when does Jim ask for something? “Tell me what’s wrong.” Bones says, and Jim grabs his hand and places it on his leg. “It hurts.” “There?” “Little higher… little higher. Little higher.” Jim says, and Bones catches Jim’s smug grin as Bones’ hand slides up over Jim’s leg, inching closer to Jim’s thighs as he follows his instructions. “Are you-” Bones starts, and he frowns, “Are you kidding me?” “C’mon, doc, I’m serious.” Jim says, even though he’s laughing. He lifts up his arm and points at this little spot there that’s barely even noticeable. “See this? No one’s ever looked into that spot on my arm. What if it’s something serious? Maybe you should go back to my place so you can give me a full exam.” Bones rolls his eyes. “No,” he says, even though it’s definitely a yes. Jim looks insulted. “Take your stethoscope and listen to your own heart, surely it’s telling you to go out with me.” “Jim, no.” “I wish I was your coronary artery so I could be wrapped around your heart.” “Stop.” “I’m a sperm donor-” “JESUS” Bones bursts out laughing, and Jim’s laughing too, and he’s fairly sure it’s because both of them are exhausted. Jim leans in and pushing him back until Bones is just lying on the floor of the ambulance, and he leans over him so he can kiss him, faint taste of smoke on Jim’s lips. Jim runs a hand through Bones’ hair, realizing an ambulance probably isn’t the best place to continue this, so he pulls away with a smirk and he’s just like: “So, want to go and play doctor at my place?” Bones groans because Jim’s lines are just terrible, but he’s definitely going to Jim’s place tonight.
||❥ the birthday song

m i n g h a o // s c e n a r i o

Originally posted by sailorsoonyoung

word count: 1,564 

genre: fluffy!!! 

request: anon just wanted some minghao fluff! (me too, tf?) so as a hint, the first kiss is the purest kiss :^) 

✎ had some extra time tonight to write this, i know first kiss isn’t very creative but i tried to make it rlly fluffy so hopefully it’s good! 

Minghao is still timid, he is still shy in the most heart-swooning of ways. Maybe it’s because this feeling nestled deeply within his chest is unprecedented, and it brews the conviction that your face is the one he yearns to wake up to every soft and hazy morning. Where his heart pumps the spinning images of you to flicker before his eyelids, there should be more certainty with it. Yet a tenuous voice remains like the creaking of a rocking chair, whispering over the cusp of his ear that he lacks the ability to truly make you happy.

Of course, it couldn’t be more false. If anything Minghao proved to you time and time again that he was the perfect boyfriend to accompany you on the tipsy rowboat of life; his doubts were translucent, and he needn’t glaze over them for even a second.

During the bloom of your relationship, Minghao had learned many things that aided him in being the best boyfriend to grace your presence, and oh boy, did you ever latch onto him like a koala bear afterwards. It was in the manner he initiated holding hands while pattering down a busy street, when the sun would kiss the moon before they ceremoniously switched places. All from a crackle of laughter, traveling to a featherlight glide down your spine, and then the breathy chuckles that preluded his slender fingers just tenderly sweeping your palm. His grip was warm, it was intertwined and secure, but it was mostly the hue of peach that his cheeks became enveloped in. And yours too of course.

He gave the best hugs, and observing his sidled fashion of approaching you at the near dusk of a long day did nothing but bundle your heart in coziness. The goodbye’s would flutter from willow curved lips, and the batter of lashes toward the floor would quickly begin to multiply until his chin was scooting to the crown of your head, arms gingerly curving around your waist as he waited to see if you were okay with such contact, even though it were no more questionable than blowing bubbles from gum.

 Immediately you would become like sap in his hold, cheek cushioned by his shoulder and arms at their rightful place by his neck. It was then he commenced in the soothing passes that hummed up and down a relaxed spine, crooning words a delicate breach in silence that always ushered of how he would miss you until your next date.

You could muse on and on for ages regarding Minghao’s nook in your heart, and as the days trickled by you could only balk one thought that didn’t take interest in resting. Your first kiss as a couple was yet to unfold. Sure there had been occasional lips pressed to cheek, the sensation of plush warmth meeting supple skin enough to imbue blatant melodies in your chest, beating quicker than the red copper swimming through your veins, but it became painfully apparent when you gleaned across him how inconceivably bad you wanted it. The kiss was haunting Minghao too, the expectation to be the perfect boyfriend grappling over his shoulders. Even more so on your beloved birthday.

“Okay, that’s the last season Minghao, you made it!” It was a blithe intoxicated chime that sliced through the episode’s ending credits, your hand shuffling from underneath the blanket to poke his fluffy cheek. The boy had slumped down on the sofa, his eyebrows jumping to a curve while an all satisfied sigh slipped from his lips.

“Be honest, is it really that bad of a show?” You unconsciously pressured, your fingertip still poking at his porcelain cheek that was more alluring than your whole visual combined. Minghao took hold of your squirmy arm and let his thumb sweep between the marble slopes of your knuckles, mustering up an answer that wouldn’t get his pretty face dented.

“Parks and Recreation isn’t that bad, I like the Ron guy the best though.” He was greeted with a quirk of strawberry scented lips, your eyes two pools of articulate appeasement that he could blink into forever. You followed his response with a hair ruffle, expressing your pleased side.

“I knew you would like him, sometimes you’re like his reincarnation.” Minghao squeezed your hand with a snicker.

“Only when Mingyu is around.”

The clock glowing in bright blue underneath the television displayed the time, 11:45pm, and you stumbled upon the sudden realisation that your birthday was fizzling to an end. Minghao seemed to be peering in the same direction as well, his brows pinched together as though he were solving a puzzle in his brain, like he was pondering something that involved the slow amble of time. Your fingers were still interlocked, a gentle thumb pad adorning the valleys sculpted from ivory bone. Then it drifted into the glide of starry eyes tentative in their path of marvelling, especially by the luminous glow that mingled with petal smooth skin and rose purified lips. Minghao was beauty’s number one beholder, and as your last birthday wish, you wondered how he would react to your request.

“Hey Hao,” you hummed in a very careful cadence, “since it’s my birthday and everything, could you maybe sing me the usual happy birthday song?” It would never be your place to push Minghao into doing something if he were ultimately against it, so if your request (and perhaps a little begging paired with sparkly orbs) resulted in denial, your birthday would still be a day to look back on, and rumble over how cherished you felt as every second flicked past. Minghao’s heart had already started swelling, his fingers that fit so perfectly with your own urging to turn clammy.

He shuffled upward on the couch, free hand pushing away locks of rumpled hazelnut. “Is that what you want, like for real?” When your head began bobbing like emerald leaves in a shallow breeze, and your cheeks squished into the widest of grins, Minghao knew the twinge in his chest wouldn’t settle until he had made you the happiest you could be.

“Okay,” he said, a degree of bashfulness controlling the manner in which his head swivelled downward, a coat of pastel pink just beginning to nip at rounded cheeks, “it’s gonna sound awful but… If it makes you happy.” You didn’t want to interrupt him as silence resembled a heavy quilt enveloping the room, his hand pulled into your lap as you soothed his slender fingers. There were indeed nerves brimming like gloss at Minghao’s eyes, but there were also hints of his adoration toward you, making the moment of his rosy lips parting and a sound so smooth and soft flowing off his tongue the most beautiful moment you could wish for.

It became all the dates spent wandering up and down speckled brick streets, the twinkle of neon blue fairy lights hanging from shop entrances and coalescing with moonlight that cascaded from obsidian skies. It became the sweet laughter that emanated from behind closed doors, when fingers poking at ribcages and peculiar phrases flying from tongue seemed like jokes crafted by a comedian. Every second of chin nuzzled into the crown of lily scented hair scorched your vision, until the boy singing one of the most well known songs transformed it into a piece that felt sketched solely for you.

And maybe that was the reason behind you bustling from your dent in the sofa, Minghao’s pupils a glittery galaxy that swarmed with miniature specks of silver and gold. The ending of the birthday song had hardly finished rippling through the silence before the constriction in your chest melted to be the itch in your fingers to trace his jaw, the coo in your heart to card the hair back from his eyes and examine their gleam. And maybe that was the reason behind you brushing your lips together for the first time, so gentle and nothing more than a feather, almost as if you were built upon paper thinner than air. But it wasn’t you who slid a not so timid hand around the nape of your neck, the smooth palm belonged to Minghao, the feelings that burst like a full fledged fireworks display in his chest crackling throughout his limbs.

The only thing he could process while slowly pushing his lower lip between yours that were so sweet and velvet like, was that he squandered too many hours not kissing you, not singeing the taste of strawberry throughout the breadth of his mind and mouth. Your hand slipped down his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt and innocuously tugging at it upon his minor use of teeth. If your breath would stop wisping into cotton tufts than maybe you would have been able to prolong the session that sat well with silence, but to your dismay, paper lungs were not the best at keeping adoration sealed.

It was a simple peck that bloomed after the well awaited kiss, then another that was short, and another that stretched longer with a resistance to pull away. Until your foreheads couldn’t stop clashing, and the pigment that stained your cheeks glowed brighter than fuchsia, your birthday had come to an end.

“That was okay, right?”

Minghao giggled, his arm curving around your waist, “more than okay. We should do it more often, huh?”

And what a memorable way to end it.  


Sext | Im Jaebum


 Jaebum makes a mistake


Disclaimer: Adult theme

His eyes looked upon the screen in horror as he watched the little blue bar make its journey across the screen, signaling the text was on it way.

“No, please no.” His voice cried out as his fingers scrambled around on the phone, desperately trying to stop the message from being sent.

But it was too late, it was delivered.

He looked upon the sent messaged mortified, frozen to his spot on the bed.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he quickly sat up from his seated position. He threw down the phone in his hands, he couldn’t bare to look at it, to have his eyes laid upon his mistake.

To know that he sent you that…

Sent you a sext.

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Was It All Worth It?

“Shh, Sammy. Go to sleep, Daddy’s here. I’ll always be here.”

Dean kissed his daughter’s forehead, his heart so full it could burst. His whispers lull the one year old to sleep, a lopsided smile on her round face. Her dark brown hair and big blue eyes were a constant reminder of the one he loved so much. Her soft laugh and endless questions reminded him of her namesake. Dean watched his girl stir in her sleep, whimpering low into his shirt. He rocked steady in the chair, singing the same tune that always put Sammy to sleep.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a song song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better..

Dean chuckled at the sight of his daughter sound sleep, because she never seemed to make it through the first few lines. He stood up from the rocking chair, moving to the cherry wood crib. Gently he settled her tiny body down, placing a light green blanket over her. Dean closed his eyes for a moment, hoping she would still be there when he reopened them. And when she was, a sigh of relief escaped his throat. He will never get use to the normality and happiness he had now. Always needed a constant reminder that he beat it all and now his life was simple. The daily routine of being a dotting father and husband was something the former hunter never took for granted. With a content fill sigh, he turned toward the door way.

“Alright Cas, I know you’ve been standing out there with Bobby.”

Dean smirked as Castiel walked in, a small toddler in his arms fast asleep. He was the spitting image of his father, the same dirty blond hair and if they were open, the same emerald colored eyes. Castiel grinned, holding little Bobby over his shoulder.

“He fell asleep while watching the movie.”

Dean watched as Cas laid the little boy in his toddler bed, that match Sammy’s crib. Tucking him safely under the blanket, Castiel kissed his son on the forehead.

“He sleeps just like you, Dean.” Cas mused. Dean’s eyes smiled, causing the crinkles Cas loved so much to show.

“Her eyes squint when she sleeps, just like you Cas.”

The two men beamed down at their children, thinking about how far they have come. All the fighting, sacrificing and pain over the last decade. And now, the soft breathes of their children filled the room and their hearts.

“So Cas, was it all worth it?” Dean inquired, his hands slipping around Castiel’s waist. Leaning into his husband’s chest, Cas could almost feel Dean’s heartbeat against his back. The fallen angel moved his hand over Dean’s calloused left hand. He feels for the silver ring, gently running his finger tips against it. His blue eyes move down to their hands entwined, glowing when he sees the matching ring on his own finger.

As they stood in their children’s room, in their very own house in a small town. Where no monster could reach them and where the world stopped calling for them to fight, they were finally at peace. The retired hunter and fallen angel finally had found the happiness they had deserved for so long. Castiel turned to Dean with eyes full of love. He moved his lips against Dean’s, an act of affection he could never grow tired of. Castiel chuckled thoughtfully and answered, “I would do it all over again, Dean.”

What Fears We Conquer

A/N: @rwby-brought-me-baek-to-life requested an Yixing angst scenario. I hope this delivers.

Member: Zhang Yixing
Genre: Fluff / Angst
Word Count: 3090

               After hours of ignoring Yixing staring at you in silence, you gave up and closed your computer. He didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed when you stared back at him.



               “Why are you staring at me?”

               He straightened up from where he had been hunched on the couch.

               “I was staring at you?”

               “Only for a few hours.”


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Harry-- First Photoshoot

I’ve got a lot of dad!Harry feels tonight (always) and seeing the Pink Floyd shirt in the magazine gave me the idea for this. Sorry if they editing is awful, I’m pretty tired but can’t sleep.

Harry has many passions in life and when those passions collide, it’s like an explosion of color and love and energy.  When Harry found out you were expecting your first child together, a little son, he had been over the moon.  He had sung to your belly every night, even long before the baby could hear, “The baby still knows how to feel loved, Y/N.”  It seemed like every two weeks he wanted to do a pregnancy photo shoot with you.  “We need to document this, love.  You’ll regret it if we don’t.  There is a human growing in your belly.”

Harry had been all about the magic of pregnancy and childbirth from the beginning.  He went to all of your doctor’s appointments, read all the books, and made sure he took an active role in making decisions about the little life the two of you had made together.  He told you his preferences, but conceded to the fact that you were the one who was pregnant.  He spoiled you constantly through your whole pregnancy– foot rubs, your favorite foods, anything you wanted or needed.  Throughout labor he had done everything you needed him to.  Harry wasn’t just an ornament in the room getting nauseous at the sights and smells of childbirth, he played an active role.  Rubbing your back, bringing you ice chips, making sure that no one disturbed you unless they had a stethoscope.

The real magic came when your child had been born.  Harry had cried, looking at the squalling baby they had put on your chest.  He had immediately stepped in on his combined role as father and husband.  The only living creature he loved as much as you was that baby, his son.  Diaper changes, baths, late night cuddles, waking up when you did while you were breastfeeding… he was there for all of it.

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anonymous asked:

i literally feel like i'm never gonna fall in love... and i know there's all those quotes like 'love will find u when ur not expecting it just focus on urself first! :-)' but like my heart is soooo full of love that i feel like it could BURST sometimes and i just want someone to share it with... and i know ppl are also like 'being single is fun and you have the love of your family and friends' yeah true and true but IS IT SO WRONG TO WANT ROMANTIC LOVE???

aw damn yea i get where u coming from 😓 im thorry, don’t think never thas impossible my kid u truly literally kwite frankly do not even know tht ! I suggest u, if u think u can, jus kinda step outside ur comfort zone n talk to more ppl who u like or could be in ur life romantically like in class or in public locations, maybe even if u want to give it a chance try online ways ?? im sorry :/ good luc

Request Scenario: You end up breaking up with Jimin, but you find out you got pregnant…

Genre: smutty fluffy

Word Count: 1920 {it’s actually terrifying me how easy it is to write so much now without even meaning to}

A/N: I’m so so sorry for updating so slowly, school sucks ass, but I am apart it. so I can get a job and stalk BTS in the future and see all the concerts and fan signs and what not. But I’m hope you like it anon…:) xx


This was all a mistake, why did you even think this was going to work out. Panic was beginning to settle within your bones as you stuffed all your belongings carelessly into your bag.

“No… No, Y/N, stop. Please stop.” Jimin was leaning against the door frame, tears rolling down the cheeks you once loved to poke and to kiss. You knew this was what’s best for him, Jimin’s life would be so much simpler without you… or so you’ve been telling yourself for the past few days before building enough strength to tell Jimin that this was over. You wanted to be held by him, to tell him that it was you two against the world, but it was too much. You could see it in his eyes even when he was telling that a secret relationship really wasn’t that hard– it was. It was difficult for the both of you, all the hiding and sneaking around. You could also tell the pressure of being a good boyfriend and a good idol for his fans was getting increasingly hard to handle, so for him, you decided that it would be better just break it off now.

The back of your throat pained with the guilt of leaving behind someone you’ve loved for the past year, you had to pretend that you didn’t care about him anymore, it was easier that way. Right? Slamming the door against Jimin’s tear-stained face, you stumbled into your car before you let out a scream. Banging your tightly wounded fist on every surface, anger poured out of you.

Why was the entire universe just forcing you apart from the one person you loved the most in the entire planet. Why. And just to think that a week ago, you were laying underneath his weight while he made love to you like never before.


One year anniversary and Jimin thought what else will be better than to tease you endlessly through dinner.m, but insisting that you must at least act appropriate throughout his homemade full course dinner. The wine was coursing through your body, making you filled with heated passion for the boy sitting in front of you in an all black outfit. He knew just how much you craved him wearing all black, having his bright hair contrasting against the absence of color. But sooner or later, you were tired of this foreplay, pulling him into your kiss, you pushed him towards the bedroom.

“Someone’s eager…” He smirked, knowing you were desperate to feel him all over you.

“And someone’s an asshole.” You retorted back, shoving him onto the bed as you see his mood take a monumental shift.

Your back arched in pleasure as his rough hands massaged your breasts, your breathing quickened while your fingers tangled themselves in his sunset locks. Jimin loved to run his hands along the side of your stomach, just barely, before reaching for your back once more, pulling you into his body, skin sticking onto each other, melting into each other. After so long, he had every curve and edge of your body engraved into the back of his mind.

The teasing bites and his thick lips imprinting themselves all over your bruising neck. Your head thrown backwards as the your senses heightened with every touch you received from him. Your lips almost lost its cherry pigment because of the tight grip your teeth placed upon them. You had to have him, you body ached to be filled by him and only him.

“You ready baby?” It was small things like this when you know that you weren’t just having sex, he cared for you to know that he didn’t desire for a quick release. He wanted to be able to replay exactly how your body reacted to him. You soundlessly nodded, feeling you expand within while his length filled every part of you, the veins that ran up  along the side of his shaft, you felt it all. You knew he wanted to go slow, to watch you unravel right in front of him slowly, but you were selfish and needed him now.

“Faster,” you whined, begging for him to thrust into you until you were raw and still feeling the effects the morning after.

So consumed in the moment, Jimin gradually sped up his actions, rocking your entire body with his quick deep thrusts. You felt his length slamming against you in an incredible speed that made you almost lightheaded. Cradling you within his embrace, you couldn’t control yourself from biting onto his collarbone when you reached the peak. The intensity made you buzz with incoherent thoughts as Jimin rode you down from you high.

“Oh my god.” Your body tingled with every move as Jimin looked down into your eyes, smiling shyly before laying his lips down onto yours.

“I love you…” He mumbled tiredly against the crook of your neck, sending a dull shiver down your spine.


The revolting aftertaste remained on your tongue, even after the fifth cup of water. Your head pounded and even a glance at anything edible made you want to hurl.

“Are you okay?” Your friend looked at you worriedly. Just before you could answer, you sprinted into the bathroom once again and the contents of your breakfast decorated the floor beneath you.


Mentally running through the list of food you have eaten for past few days, your friend coughed gently for you attention as you were still huddled over the counter of your coffee shop.

“What?” You grunted, glancing at your friend who was now nodding towards the door.

Red-faced with a head-splitting headache was probably not the best way to see your ex’s best friends standing in front of you with questionable expressions.

“What’s going on?” You managed to speak out, you felt like you could die, but at the same time your mind decided to dive into the worst scenario for why the boys would be all here.

“We are not saying we know exactly what happened between you two, but we do know that Jimin is suffering because of it.” Namjoon walked forward from the group. You wanted to cry out saying he wasn’t the only one, but you kept your mouth shut and face blank.

“Well, I’m sorry for that, but that’s not my—” The fact that your own body couldn’t take the lie was the first sign that you have made a terrible decision.


Every step was heavy, you felt like the world was screaming into your ears all at once, but you kept on walking. Pushing through the door and blindly stumbling into the aisle of the store.

It cannot be… That cannot be why I’m sick.

Your back glided down the cold tiled wall as the small positive sign confirmed your assumptions. Toying the test around your hand, you sat with a calmness that hasn’t visited you in a while. Was it all that terrible though? The worst thing that could come out of this is that you will be a single mother, but you dreaded the moment you will have to tell Jimin. You won’t blame him for avoiding this, but deep inside, you also knew Jimin would take full responsibility because that was the boy you are in love with.

Now your hands decided to shake furiously as your heart began beating out of your chest with the dial tone beeping on your phone. Immediately after one beat, you could hear him sniffling from the opposite side.

“Y/N… Please Y/N. Please come back to me.” You bit your lips from bursting into tears from the hurt you heard in his crackling voice, you were beginning to wonder why you even left in the first place. What were you thinking. Why were you so stupid.

“You have time to meet up?” You whispered, trying to not sound like you were continuously having tears swell up from your eyes.

“Yes, oh my god, yes. Now? I can meet you now. Where are you.” You could hear him putting on a jacket and shuffling through the dorm, you also knew he was going to get in a lot of trouble for leaving at this late hour.

“No, you will get in trouble.”

“I don’t care. You are at home right? I’m walking out right now.” And so you heard the soft blow of the midnight wind through his phone.

Within ten minutes, you heard the doorbell rang through the house. Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths.

“Hi–” you greeting was interrupted by a chilled jacket wrapping itself around you as you were pressed against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, you momentarily closed your eyes in bliss.

“Y/N. I don’t know what I did wrong to make you leave me, but I am so so sorry. Please take me back. I’ll do whatever it takes, I need you, I cannot live without you. I haven’t been able to sleep, eat, or practice properly. Please, I’m begging you Y/N. Please please….” Jimin’s knee buckled as they came slamming down in front you, “please Y/N… Please be mine again. I cannot live without you.” He whispered defeatedly at the end, out of breath from the quick burst of words.

You stood there in silence as you stared at the boy kneeling on his knees. Would he still stay this if he knew what is growing inside of me?

“I’m pregnant.” You simply stated, not knowing exactly what you were suppose to say to break the news to the unexpected boy.

“Huh?” He tilted his head like a lost puppy with his fluffy hair sweeping to one side. Damn it, how. How does he still look so beautiful.

“I’m pregnant. With child. There’s someone growing inside me. Baby. B-A-B-Y.” After the first time, you could repeat this all day before he got what you meant because you were actually getting excited for finally acknowledging the treasure within you, or maybe it’s just the hormones.

Jimin’s eyes began to widen, while his mouth gapped open, he was in shock alright.

“I understand this was unexpected and definitely not what you want. We are still so young and this will ruin your image in so many ways. I don’t want be the reason why Bangtan looses their Army, but I’m keeping this baby even if you are in the picture or not.” You finally allowed the tears to flow freely down your face, dropping small puddles onto the ground.

“Don’t you ever say such a thing. I will take care of this baby and if we need to get married, then we will. Y/N, I love you so much that no matter what happens, I will always be there for you. For all I know, I’m happy this happened because you are returning to me. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father, but I’m will do my best. I will not leave you over this because this baby will be taken care of by two parents. Okay?” Jimin cupped your face, tenderly lifting your chin up, so you could actually look him in the eye. His eyes shaping into their smiling slits, which twinkled even in the dimness of your living room. What did you do in your past life to deserve him…

You were now crying with joy, nodding like a maniac, trying to show just how grateful you were of him. You both knew many challenges will be coming your way because of this, but what mattered most was this baby and your relationship. It was you two against the world after all.


Jimin makes me cry. Hope you enjoyed this xx

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The final suicide note.

Shaking uncontrollably,
with hatred and fear.
Gritting my teeth,
to stop my tears.
Grabbing a pencil and getting ready to write.
I won a few rounds,
but I lost the fight.
Grabbing some paper,
trying to think.
Imagining my life gone in a blink.
Put pencil to paper and let the words flow.
They thought I was strong,
but they didn’t know.
The unsinkable sank,
the unbreakable broke.
The air disappears and I start to choke.
Afraid of the future.
Afraid of the past.
In this game of life,
I knew I wouldn’t last.
The present is hazy,
I can barely see.
I stare in a mirror.
Who is that,
is that me?
Sitting down slowly and still writing lines.
My life keeps on going but it only declines.
Tears start to fall as I still scribble away.
On this piece of paper,
my emotions are on full display.
The anger and betrayal,
I often felt.
Bitterness towards God for the cards I’d been dealt.
that could make my heart burst.
The pain you caused me when you tried your worst.
The fact I was really,
never enough.
Being so weak when the world thought me tough.
Guilt for not granting you,
your single wish.
For ending it all and being so selfish.
Dropping the pencil,
giving a sigh,
and preparing to kiss the whole world goodbye.
Folding the paper,
pressing it to my lips,
and letting it fall from my cold fingertips.
Please read carefully the words I have wrote.
This is my final suicide note.

The Ayakashi rescue the MC when she is captured and tortured - Request

So I had a couple of requests for Enchanted In The Moonlight from two lovely anon’s which were very similar. So I have decided to combine them for this head canon :)

Both requested what would happen when the MC gets captured by an evil Ayakashi and one went on to ask how her boyfriend would react when she is tortured in front of them and they are helpless to assist thanks to their powers being repressed.  

WARNING - Violence, torture and angst are featured in this head canon.

Miyabi - It had all started so normally. You went to work as usual, though Miyabi had been in the mononoke village for the past couple of days, so he wasn’t there to see you off or join you.
Feeling grateful to know he would be back by the time you got home that evening, you had been planning to make some of his favourite inari sushi for dinner when the power went out in the storage room of the library.
Waiting for the back up generator to come on, you tried to find your way back to the main floor, though a hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, suppressing your scream as you were thrown into a nearby metal stand.
Hearing the crashing of boxes and books around you, you could see a dark figure looming over you a cold sneer on his pale face as he struck you hard, sending everything plummeting into darkness.
…You could hear a voice…it was so familiar…
Managing to open your eyes weakly, you were aware of a dull ache that coursed through your body as memories of what happened slowly came flooding back. Realising that your hands and ankles were bound, you found yourself being drawn back into consciousness by the familiar voice. It seemed so close.
‘Thank god…’
Looking to the source, you saw Miyabi at the opposite side of the dimly lit room, also bound.
As the weight of the situation dawned on you at the realisation that Miyabi wasn’t able to break free of his binds, the colour drained from your face as you looked in Miyabi’s eyes.
‘It’s going to be okay…I promise you, I’m going to get you out of here.’
Hearing a short, cold laugh, your eyes shifted to the doorway to see the ayakashi that had captured you, the yellow cat-like eyes glowing dangerously as he looked between you and Miyabi.
‘Bit plain for the girl with the supposed rare power,’ he remarked, his voice sly as he approached you, his appearance becoming more apparent in the light.
With a slight body and a pale complexion, he didn’t appear to be visibly strong, but you knew full well that he was capable as he lowered to your level with an unnatural flexibility.
‘Get away from her,’ Miyabi snapped.
‘Big talk for a half breed,’ he responded smoothly, not even looking in Miyabi’s direction as he reached for a metal bar beside you and gazed upon it.
Seeing the way the metal began to lighten and glow, you realised far too late what was happening as the scorching spear was suddenly pressed against the place of your mark.
Letting out a cry in pain, you begged him to stop, getting a temporary relief as Miyabi tried to fight with his restraints.
‘What’s it like knowing you can’t protect her?’
‘Damn it, leave her alone! You wanna torture someone, then torture me you sadistic piece of-’
That was when the hot metal made contact again, your scream stopping Miyabi in his tracks as he called out your name.  
Biting down hard on your lip until blood began to seep through the cut you had created, you knew you had to hold it together but it was getting unbearable. As you felt the searing sensation on your skin, you knew that you couldn’t withstand much more as your vision began to black out at the edges, offering you a chance of relief from the agonising pain that you were being subjected too.
That was when you felt it again, hotter, deeper…
Watching as your body began to shake, Miyabi called out to you, shouting your name as he fought furiously against his restraints.
‘What’s the matter? Can’t take it any more human?’ he spat out until you threw your head back and began screaming in sheer agony.
That was Miyabi’s breaking point. Conjuring up a more powerful form of his kitsunebi than he had ever managed before, the ropes binding him were destroyed instantly as he suddenly appeared before you, the pain gone as you slumped back against the wall behind you.
Barely making out Miyabi’s ayakashi form from where you lay, you knew he was furious by the blue flames that were enveloping most of his arms.
‘You take, not just a woman to torture, someone who cannot defend herself against your power. But my woman and think that I will allow you to go without answering for it?!’ he spat, his eyes flashing red as his hands trembled with fury.
Unleashing the full wrath of his power as a clan head, you could just make out the piercing shrieks of the Ayakashi that had captured you both, a door bursting open beside you as the other clan heads appeared.
Dropping to his knees before you, he breathed deeply as his eyes searched yours, his hands tracing your skin carefully as he searched your eyes.
‘I am so sorry…’ he breathed, gently freeing your arms and legs as he lifted you in his arms.
‘You saved me…’ you managed weakly, offering him a small smile that broke his heart as he took you home, vowing to never let anyone touch you like that again.

Yukinojo - You were cold. Aching. The physical pain you felt suppressing any strength that you had as you leant back against the rough wall. Letting out a whimper of pain as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to form in your eyes, you looked over to Yukinojo who was watching you with such desperation and fear in his eyes.
He kept telling you it would all be okay. He promised you that he would get you out of this god awful place. You would never walk home alone again. Not after the ambush.
Knowing that Yukinojo was bound with a rope that left his powers nullified, he had been furious when the Ayakashi had come in and started to hit you. Yet you soon realised just how terrifying the reality of your situation was when the room remained at a normal temperature.
Yukinojo’s anger was always unmistakable, yet he couldn’t reflect it in his abilities.
As you heard footsteps, you cowered back, praying that they would fade into the distance.
‘Yukinojo…’ you breathed quietly, your voice shaken.
‘I promise you, it’s going to be okay,’
‘Should you really make promises that you can’t keep?’
Looking in the direction of the cold voice, you met the dark eyes of your captor as he smiled at you, his teeth gleaming in the light as he produced a long rope and dropped it to his side.
You knew what was coming, but it didn’t make the anticipation any less frightening as you implored him.
‘Please, please no…’
‘If you want to attack someone, attack me, leave her,’ Yukinojo cut in, his voice pleading as the ayakashi looked down upon him with a sneer.
‘A clan leader begging on his knees…how…perfect,’ he grinned, his hand lifting over the rope once more as your eyes widened.
‘Please don’t hurt her! I will do anything you ask as long as you let her go!’
But his words were to no avail as the rope slowly moved towards you, until you were backed in a corner as it slipped around your body like a snake, wrapping you in it’s coils and tightening as you let out a gasp of pain.
Feeling the rope bite into your skin, Yukinojo could see the stains of red that began to form on your blouse, the blood seeping through as you continued to fight with the agony you were in.
You couldn’t lose, not now. Yukinojo had suffered so much…you wouldn’t die and leave him. You couldn’t.
Though as the rope continued higher and found it’s way around your neck, you found yourself screaming, begging for it to stop.
‘Yukinojo!’ you called out, your voice breaking as you looked into his eyes with tears streaming down your cheeks.
Shaking with absolute fury, Yukinojo could not remember a time in his life that he had felt so angry and that was when you felt it.
Choking out a breath as you were close to losing consciousness from the pain, you realised how cold you felt, your breath visible in front of your lips.
In a split second, the ropes around your body lost all strength and you slumped down to the floor, your body trembling as you tried to look up and made out Yukinojo’s Ayakashi form.
‘You dared to lay a hand on the woman I love…you dared to make her suffer?!’ Yukinojo shouted, his voice seething with anger as he sent the rogue Ayakashi flying into the wall across the room with one swift movement, ice encasing his body up to his throat as Yukinojo approached him silently, his eyes flaring with anger when the door flew open and the other clan heads appeared.
‘Yukinojo, what the hell happened?’ Miyabi remarked.
‘Finish him,’ Yukinojo responded simply, his voice like pure ice as he turned and approached you hurriedly, realising how cold you were as he removed the top layer of his clothing and draped it around you before lifting you up in his arms.
‘Shh…it’s okay, don’t strain yourself,’ he whispered, though tears slipped down his cheeks as he cradled you close.
Reaching up with your fingertips, you brushed the cool tears from his cheek as you tried to wrap your arms around him.
‘I don’t know what I would have done…’ he breathed, his voice shaken as you leant against him as if to comfort him.
‘I couldn’t just leave you…I love you so much…’ you whispered, only making the snow spirit more emotional as he lifted you up in his arms.
‘I love you more than anything in this world,’ he responded gently, holding you close to his chest as the others joined him.
‘Is she okay?’
‘Injured, but she will be fine, I’m going to do all that I can to make her better,’ he responded, his voice now soft as he lifted you easily in his arms and held you close, so much so that you could feel the warm beating of his heart.

Chikage - How had it come to this? Chikage had known hardships, but never had he witnessed anything as horrific as this.
He knew something was wrong when you didn’t return home from work on time. If he hadn’t insisted that Koten stay with the other clan heads while he searched for you, they may not know something was seriously wrong.
Chikage could hardly remember how he had come to be captured. But by the time he came around, your voice spoke out to him.
Looking up, Chikage realised that he was leant against a wall and bound. Thinking at first it seemed so ridiculous to bind a clan head, it was only when he went to change into his Ayakashi form that he realised something was very wrong. His powers were being suppressed by the power of the rope that held him.
‘Who has done this?’
‘I don’t know,’ you responded, clearly terrified. Though before Chikage could say anything to try and soothe you, you found yourselves in the company of a terrifying looking Ayakashi, with large horns protruding from his head and eyes that were almost black.
Shifting back, Chikage tried to directly engage the ayakashi, but his questions were left unanswered.
‘You speak more than expected Tengu Clan Head,’ he remarked plainly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine as he turned his attention back to you.
‘Please, what do you want?’
‘What do I want? I want to be respected. Feared. I want to let even the most powerful Ayakashi know that even a clan head couldn’t stop me from taking what is most important him.’
Looking into his dark eyes with fear, you glanced to Chikage who was clearly fighting to free himself, though even his strong wings seemed unable to do much against the magical binds.
Seeing the Ayakashi before you withdraw a sword, your eyes widened as you began to plea with him.
‘Please, please don’t do this…’
‘You say that like you think you have any hope of changing my mind.’
You had been about to respond when you suddenly felt a sharp sensation across your arm, the motion so fast that the only evidence the blade had been upon your skin was the red that marked the edge of the blade.
Letting out a small cry in pain, Chikage looked on in horror as another long cut formed on your collarbone.
‘Please, NO!’ you screamed out as the blade hit again and again, leaving you feeling weaker as your vision began to blur from the continual pain that you were being subjected too.
‘Let her go!’ Chikage called out, raising his voice as he became overcome with fury.
He had lost so much in his life, had to fight for all that he had. Yet now, he had someone who was so precious to him. Someone that he would never give up like his parents had with him.
Fighting furiously with his binds, your screams were the very thing that brought him the strength he needed to break free.
Spreading his wings wide, Chikage used a powerful wind attack that threw the sword from the Ayakashi’s hands as he put himself between you and your assailant.
‘Now you will feel the wrath of the Tengu clan,’ he breathed, his voice low and dangerous as he closed the distance between them.
By the time the other clan heads arrived, Chikage was already tending to you, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear as he spoke with you.
‘You said you couldn’t stand the thought of someone getting hurt because of you…I told you that I didn’t understand you, but now I know…I know how you feel.’
Looking at the evident concern in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he had not been hurt. Feeling his arms slip around you as he lifted you up, he told the other Clan Heads that he was taking you home, before walking past them and spreading his wings, hoping that the fresh night air would help you to feel more at ease.
What he didn’t realise was, just being in his arms was more than enough safety you could ever want or hope for.  

Kyoga - Kyoga was often a relaxed Ayakashi. Smiling, contented and carefree. But right now, he was anything but relaxed. You had been returning from a date with Kyoga when black smog suddenly began to envelop the atmosphere, rendering you both unconscious before you could process what was happening.
When you had reawakened, you realised from the interior of the building that you were in that it had to be somewhere near the Mononoke Village.
Looking over to where Kyoga was silently struggling with his restraints, you soon realised there was a grave problem if Kyoga could not free himself.
As his eyes met yours, words did not need to be exchanged. You knew something was very wrong.
‘Stay calm…I’m going to get us out of this…’
‘I’d like to see you try.’
Looking up to the open doorway, you saw an Ayakashi that you were unfamiliar with entering the room, his eyes flitting between you and Kyoga.
Was he…amused?
‘What do you want?’ you asked, trying to keep the strength in your voice as the Ayakashi looked towards you, his body hidden by a black fabric that completely shrouded him and a hood that covered the majority of his face.
Approaching you silently, he rested a hand on your shoulder, incanting a few words as he did so before stepping back and closing his hand, leaving you feeling a crushing feeling around your torso.
Gasping out loud, you choked out Kyoga’s name as the ayakashi relinquished his hold.
‘Damn it, let her go! You want to attack someone, attack me!’
While Kyoga’s angry words went unanswered, the cloaked figure, merely paid him a small glance before returning to you and lowering his hand so that it was above your leg where shooting pains suddenly began to grip you.
’N-No…Please,’ you begged, your attacker merciless as he slowly tortured you, your body slowly being drained of it’s strength as he drew the life from you.
Hearing your screams of pain as it got too much for you, Kyoga could feel the anger welling up inside him. How anyone could lay a hand on you, such a fragile and innocent woman. A woman who deserved nothing but love and care.
It infuriated him beyond belief.
As you began to feel your vision losing clarity, you realised that you were blacking out, the pain you felt becoming unbearable as your body began to lose it’s remaining strength.
That was when it happened.
The Ayakashi before you suddenly dropped to his knees, gasping aloud as you looked up with barely parted eyes to see that Kyoga was stood above you, his clawed gauntlet visible in the glint of the dim light.
You could hardly register what went on around you in the ensuing few minutes, though as you found yourself awakening again, you realised that you were no longer on the cold floor.
Looking up weakly, you could just make out Kyoga’s wolf appendages, his ears twitching slightly as his eyes glanced down to you.
‘Hey,’ he breathed softly, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. ‘It’s okay, you’re safe now…’
‘I’m glad you’re okay,’ you responded, squeezing his hand with the little strength you had and sending a pang of emotion surging through his heart.
‘Silly…’ he muttered, shaking his head slightly when he wrapped you in his arms and lifted you gently, like a piece of fragile crystal as you realised the other clan heads were around you.
‘Thank you…for helping us…’ you managed to remark, your eyes falling closed again as you lost the fight to stay conscious, though you knew you would be safe in Kyoga’s arms.

Shinra - Shinra could feel the pounding in his head when he awoke. It was disorientating at first as he tried to piece together all that had happened.
Looking up at the familiar voice, Shinra’s eyes widened as he saw you opposite him.
‘I don’t know…I was walking home from work and I got attacked from behind. When I came around, you were unconscious…’
‘Ugh…What the hell…the others must have realised somethings wrong by now,’ Shinra muttered when he realised that he was tightly bound.
‘This is…’ he began, his eyes widening when the door swung open and you both looked up to see an Ayakashi enter the room.
With traits that seemed similar to Shinra in his appearance, you could see the sly smile on the Ayakashi’s face as he approached Shinra and knelt down before him.
‘It’s amazing how easy it is to restrain a clan head with the right knowledge…’ he remarked coolly, Shinra spitting out an insult though the Ayakashi merely laughed as he looked round to you.
‘What have we here? An Oni such as you got the girl with such a unique power…how pitiful her taste must be…’
‘I swear, if you lay a hand on her…why don’t you be a man and untie me so that we can settle this like men! Or are you scared of being beaten?’
Hitting you sharply across the face in response to Shinra’s words, he turned to Shinra with that cold smile.
‘Continue yelling…the more you irritate me, the harsher I’ll be with her.’
Turning back to you, you tried to edge back away from him when you realised that you were against a wall with no where to go.
‘Why are you doing this?’
‘That’s none of your concern,’ he responded, lifting his hand and watching as flames began to envelop it as your eyes widened.
’N-No…What are you…’ you began when the Ayakashi grabbed your arm, leaving you screaming in pure agony as the flames burnt at your skin.
‘No!’ Shinra yelled, fighting against his restraints as the rope cut into his skin, your piercing screams cutting through his heart as he panicked.
How could he be so helpless to defend you…He was overwhelmed with so much hatred and rage as he looked to the mark upon your neck.
That mark that symbolised your agreement…the mark that showed his love and devotion to you. As your back arched and you collapsed to the floor, you needed the pain to stop, the darkness that was enveloping your sight giving you a chance for relief as you screamed out Shinra’s name.
At the sight of you falling to the ground, Shinra lost all sense of reason as he found himself able to transform, brandishing his katana as he cut easily through the magical binds that had held him. Lunging forwards, the other Ayakashi had turned just as Shinra’s katana touched the edge of his throat.
‘You touched her…’ he remarked darkly, his hand pushing the Ayakashi away from you as he continued to hold the blade dangerously close.
‘What are you going to do Oni? Protect her? You did a really good job of that…didn’t you?’
As lightening hit prominently outside, Shinra’s eyes flashed dangerously as he raised a hand and struck the Ayakashi in front of him, using the sword to continue protecting you as he lowered to your side and placed a hand on you.
When you finally began to awaken, you could already make out the panicked expression on Shinra’s face as he held you close to him, a cold feeling on your arms as you looked down to see Yukinojo bent over your wounds and cooling the burns with his powers.
‘Thank god…’ he murmured, his voice shaken as he stroked your hair gently.
‘I am so sorry I scared you…’
‘What are you saying?!’ Shinra responded in exasperation. ‘Focus on yourself. I should be apologising. I failed…I couldn’t get to you sooner.’
‘You didn’t fail…You’ve never failed. I love you…’ you whispered, seeing the tears sparkle in his eyes as he leant down and kissed you as gently as he could muster.
‘I love you too…I’ll never let anything like this happen again. I promise you…’
Embracing you warmly Shinra lifted you up in his arms, holding you close as he took you home where he could take care of you.

I’m actually thinking about writing a follow up to this of the Ayakashi tending to MC’s wounds following this incident and taking care of her…

I didn’t actually expect to get a head canon uploaded tonight, but I’m glad I did! Another request done, well, two in one! :) I hope you all enjoyed! I haven’t written anything that dark for a long time. 

Much love to my followers, you really are diamonds! 


Gross (Eww Part 2)

Originally posted by monstacookies

A/N: Finally… a sequel to Eww (which I recommend reading first)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Like 10 uses of the f-bomb in the first section… whoops, labor, birth, sexual reference



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anonymous asked:

If you're as upset about Ashton's bun as I am then please please write a lil something about pulling his hair while he goes down on you I will be forever indebted

    “Wow…that’s actually really pretty, look Ash,” you said, pointing a finger out towards the television. Your boyfriend, who was sprawled out on the couch with his head on your lap, looked up. 

    He swiveled his body in a small twist, his long hair falling to the side and resting on your bare legs. He was in nothing but a ripped muscle tank from an old show they played and basketball shorts. You opted for one of his long sleeves and your favorite lounging panties. Barely there and very comfortable for the fact. 

    “What…that ring?” Ashton asked. You nodded while still smiling at the glowing screen, fingers absentmindedly braiding his curls. Ash scrunched his nose up at you, then giggled.

    “What?” You questioned, now casting your eyes on him. He looked so cute, you had to smile.

    “It’s kind of dorky looking…” your boyfriend whispered, as if his opinion would get him in trouble. It just might…

    “No it isn’t!” But even in your defense you giggled with him. Couldn’t help it. You had to admit, it was pretty comical, watching the jewelry channel at midnight in your undies. Ash turned his head to press a kiss into your thigh, hands curling around your tailbone. 

    “Mmm…sorry baby. Didn’t mean to make fun of you…” Ash mumbled into your skin, voice sounding sincere. Your heart beat a bit harder then. He was always doing that…making sure you felt good and loved and secure after a bit of teasing. You didn’t know how much you needed that until a man like Ashton came along. That protection.

    “I’m perfectly good, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Your hands massaged his scalp with mild pressure, nails scratching his hairline gently. Enough to make him purr into your flesh, lit up in the flickering shadow of the t.v. 

    “M’glad,” Ash whispered, body twisting again so his chest was parallel to your lap. Watching him now instead of the lady trying to sell an overpriced necklace, you took a deep breath. He looked so gorgeous crouched before you. His arms smooth and shower fresh, lips puckering to meet every curve of muscle your legs bared. Hair long and wavy, ends curling like lush blades of grass in heat. You felt heated now, your mind having an idea of where this was going.

    “You deserve the best. Always…” Ashton’s caresses got heavier, lips parting to allow his firm pink tongue to drag along your inner thigh.

The idea was definitely becoming a reality. 

    “You’re my gorgeous, sweet, intelligent girl.”

His words caused the breath to nosedive from your chest and into your stomach. Lower it sank, dripping through the veins beneath your hipbones. Lower….lower…

    “I want to lick you, need to….eat you,” Ashton’s confession sent little shock waves of anticipation through your head. Images of every time he ate you out popping like street fireworks in front of your eyes. The sensation of his mouth ghosting along your panties, chilling you in the most perfect way.

    His eyes met yours when you looked down, hair framing his beautiful face. His eyes looked so innocent and eager to please. Excited and adoring. That was your Ash.

    “Babe,” you breathed, having trouble just getting that out. You wanted it so bad, wanted him more than anything. Needed it. Suddenly the buzz of the t.v. was gone, the only sound you could hear being his fingers tugging the waistband of your underwear down. 


    “Shh…shh baby girl…you don’t need to do anything. Just relax.”

    Ashton had your silk panties pressed between your knees, his palms rubbing them so they’d fall to the hardwood floor. That’s when he crawled off the couch and sunk down onto his knees. His feet flexed on the rug, hands running up and down your legs. The entirety of each limb got his touch, his love. His eyes never left yours as he lowered his face, kissing your skin. From the toes, the backs of your feet, up the calves. His tongue laid flat on your shins and painted a stripe past your kneecaps and ended just before your soaking wet sex.

    “Fuck….” You whined, needing more and being overwhelmed already. Ashton always knew how to string you apart like a tangled mess of Christmas lights. Perfectly blinking and in a row, fizzling in radiating heat.

    “Yeah baby, that’s my good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Ashton cooed at you, lowering his gaze to your pussy, spreading your legs to get a better look. He inhaled sharply when he did, teeth camping down on his quivering bottom lip. His rough fingertips came down on your pussy then, wetting the callouses and feeling your lips, the sound obscene due to how aroused he had you.

    “So wet, god I love how wet you get,” he moaned, removing his hands to suddenly yank you closer by your lower back. You gasped softly, butt lifting off the cushions and plopping back down much closer to his face. To his tongue. You were shaking now. Thighs red and trembling from his massaging, from his love bites.

    “Aww, baby girl,” Ashton smiled, proud. He looked up from your sex, into your eyes. Fingers drenching themselves in your heat before sinking in. You let out a shout, the squeak echoing in the dark apartment. Ash looked up at you with fondness pouring out his eyelids. The dimples cutting into his rosy cheeks. So in love, and so in awe.

    “You love it when I finger you, don’t you pretty girl?” He encouraged, his two fingers sliding in and out of you deliciously slow. They crooked when he was knuckle deep; fuck he had the longest fingers in the world. You were shocked and writhing over it every damn time. They brushed against your g-spot. Of course they did…this was Ashton. He could have you unraveled on the floor with just his fingertips. With his tongue? You’d be a puddle.

    “I…I r-really do…” you groaned, panting as your fists closed around the pillows. Wringing them out and knuckles turning white. Ash winked at you and brought his tongue down on you.

    “Ashton!” You yelped, ankles linking behind his neck, against his broad back. He hummed in response, that deep tone resonating against every nerve you held down there. Your clit was enveloped by his tongue, the strong muscle flicking and sucking you hungrily. His fingers fucked into you faster, a third circling your entrance languidly. 

    “Baby?” You heard Ashton call, voice muffled and well…wet. You blushed but didn’t have it in you to feel too bashful.  

    “Yeah?” You whimpered, head spinning. 

    “Think you can help me out, princess?” Ash asked, voice soothing and bright. It made you need his approval, his gratitude, always. 

    “Anything…” you promised. Ashton chuckled, in a kind way.

    “Can you tie my hair up, please? Maybe I can use the hair tie in your hair now…please pumpkin?” He suggested, cocking his head at the braid resting on your shoulder. Not even a second past before you tore it from your hair, reaching for your man.

    “Hairs getting in my eyes, sorry love.” Ashton was apologizing with three fingers now thrusting in and out of your slick pussy. Curls bouncing around his eyes. Your heart felt so full of love it could burst. 

    “D-daddy…” You sighed, back bending forward to rake his hair up and out of his face. You gathered it at the top and tied it into his favorite style of bun. Baby hairs still stuck out at the sides, only making him more handsome. The grateful expression on Ashton’s face made your entire body glow, inside and out. He stroked your thigh with his free hand. Leaned his head down and rubbed his cheek against it, like a pleased kitten.

    “Thank you princess…thank you for taking care of me.” He told you.

You started to speak but couldn’t battle the moan bubbling your throat. You let them spill out and rattle the air between you two. All you could hear was his voice and his fingers fucking you. All you could feel was AshtonAshtonAshton.

He was going down on you in full now, not stopping or slowing. Just his tongue lapping up your folds and sucking your clit as if parched for your juices. His fingers flexing and hooking inside of you at every perfect angle. Rubbing against that spot until you were a quivering mess on the couch, teeth clamped down on his long sleeve. Your screams weren’t muffled though, too loud and urgent to be dulled. 

Without thinking, you thrust each hand out and closed on his bun, fingers finding the strength to tug and pull. They shook and cramped but with every breath Ash knocked from you, they dug into his hair deeper. Pulled harder.

    “Keep doing that…fuck…” Ashton growled straight into you, tongue flicking particularly firm on your pulsing clit. You gasped and pushed yourself into his face, now grinding. His long sleeve slipped off of one shoulder, hair cascading down your back in all of your twisting. Completely gone and fucked out. Or getting there very, very soon. 

    You did as you were told, and kept pulling on his hair. The bun stayed in tack, you thanked yourself for tying it so tight. Yanking and screaming his name, skin bright red and pussy rubbing up against Ashton’s scruff, you felt the knot clenching in your stomach. Tensioned balled up so close, nerves clambering on top of one another before the big break

    “Daddy, d-daddy I’m close,” You said, breathing shallow. Ashton went harder at hearing this, fingers stroking your walls with more pressure, tongue getting to every dip and contour you offered. Vocal chords pushing his groans past his plush lips to vibrate against you. 

    You tipped over the edge before being completely thrown over. Each finger dug into his locks and pulled like life depended on it, the tension snapping each chord within. The fire licked up your thighs and spread throughout your entire body. You came onto Ashton’s tongue, down his throat, into his mouth. He was quick at work, lapping up every drop he could find. Not letting a speck go to waste. 

    All you felt was his name knifing through your lungs, his mouth cleaning you off, is thumb pressed bluntly to your clit to help alleviate the empty feeling as his finger slipped out. 

    Your own fell from his hair, tangled and messy from the pulling. You stroked down his shoulders, his chest, his ribcage. Leaned forward and gave him a filthy kiss. His tongue rolled over yours, his taste mingling with your own.

    “Thanks daddy,” you giggled, biting his bottom lip and tugging. He braced each wet hand on the couch, framing your body in every perfect way. He giggled back. 

    “Of course, baby girl,” Ashton said, turning his jaw to kiss at your neck. He whispered into it.

    “You deserve the best.”

And yeah…you definitely had it. 

Honesty Hour - Baekhyun

A little Christmas present after being gone for a while. Based off of my actual recital a few days ago, minus the Baekhyun part. Happy holidays!~

(He normally talks a lot, but not like this.)

The air is impossibly cold. You feel it nip at your legs and travel up your skirt, crawling up to your cheeks and stinging your skin like hundreds of tiny little needles. The wind picks up into a soft gust, enough to make you gasp slightly and exhale a visible white puff of breath that stutters into a choked sob.

But you can’t cry.

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