so i started again from scratch and ended up making this

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 

Ugh.

No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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Annon:
Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut” please thanks!       

@harleysgothamonline
Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t be butt hurt lol.

Warnings: Language, smut.

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: “You moan like a princess”

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“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still yelling at him without reason

“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest  

“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting to feel desperate.  

“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!”  She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been snooping on his cellphone without permission

“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked angrily, starting to yell too

“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU…  Oh God , I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him and he felt like the worst human being.

“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away

“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling, not with anger but sadness

“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the chest

“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying to get away from him, but he was holding her tight

“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”

“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced her

“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his green eyes “You have to believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed

“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t deny it!”

He sighed heavily.

The truth was that in the last few months, Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it

“She was helping me to plan my marriage proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a small black box.

He went back to Y/N and showed it to her “It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife” he whispered opening the little box

“Oh my god”

“is it a yes?”

“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Bill took the ring and put it on her finger. He kissed her,  holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they ended up having sex after an argument.

He was much taller than her, but Y/N manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing

“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the previous one.

Her hands had begun to play with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.

Bill had taken her dress off along with her dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her thighs trembled.  

Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her panties, he began to touch her gently rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly, after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey that would disappear soon.

He stopped touching her “What happened?” She asked confused “Why did you stop?”

“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her skin, excited her even more.

“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”

“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her moan softly.

“Bill, please” she whispered

“I want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her scratching his arm.

“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his neck “more…” She begged him

“I can’t hear you, sweetie”

“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.

“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder

In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him, riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of both.

She began to feel how the heat grew inside her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her… “Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a climax.

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Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both

“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while turning a pancake with the spatula

“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”

“And other stuff” Alex joked

Y/N felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see him angrily

Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan like a princess”

Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to tighten

“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug

Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.

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Steam (M)

WARNINGS: graphic smut, very angsty, vulgar words, riding, overstimulation, kitten kink, friends with benefits

genre: smut / angst

Summary: He had a tough day at work, and needs you to help him blow off some steam. But maybe being friends with benefits was never a good idea.

Originally posted by professional-fangirling


There was something off.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but you knew there was something wrong. By the way Yoongi called you at an odd hour of the day, his voice laced with anger. You did your best to talk to him, and calm him down. But he just wasn’t budging. And you weren’t sure what happened.

You bit your lip, anticipating for him to walk through the door.

He abruptly hung up on you, muttering a loud ‘I’m coming over, wait for me’. You weren’t sure what he meant, or what he was going to do. But you knew it was going to be exciting.

This was how Yoongi was.

Whenever he had a stressful day, he went to you and blew off some steam. You didn’t mind, in fact, you enjoyed it. It proved that he saw you as someone he trusted.

Yoongi didn’t just have sex with anyone. He chose his partners very carefully, and you knew that. So when he first kissed you, you found it quite a surprise. But, over time, you both turned into friends with benefits. You said you wouldn’t catch feelings, and neither would he.

But time changes, right?

You never imagined yourself with someone like Yoongi. Someone so self-collected on the outside, but dying on the inside. You knew how much he was hurting himself over the small things, how much he stressed himself out just to make others happy. But, over time, he really started to grow on you.

You saw the small things in him. The way he would scratch the back of his ear when he got nervous. The way he would would scrunch his nose when he did something embarrassing. The way his laugh was cut into pieces, and only sometimes let out a sound.

Just thinking about him made your heart hurt.

Yoongi never imagined being with someone like you either. Someone so kind-hearted, and honest. He always thought he would end up with someone cold, just like him. But, instead, he found you. Someone so warm on the inside, and someone so beautiful that he swore it hurt his own heart when he saw you.

You saw things in him that no one else could, and that’s why he chose you out of everyone else. You understood him, even during his worst times. You got where he came from, and respected him as, not only an idol but also, a human being in general. You understood his passion for music, and you supported him through everything. You were there when he fell apart, or when he was stressing over small, or big, things.

He envied you.

On how you could be so understanding of everyone around you, and still keep yourself sane.

But one thing he didn’t know was that you were actually driving yourself towards the edge. You were suffering in more ways than one. You had no one to support you the way you support everyone else. Sure, you had Yoongi. But he was never around. But you knew how much music meant to him, so you painted a smile on your face. You couldn’t take away the one thing keeping him sane for your own selfish reasons.

You sat on your bed, letting out a sigh as the thought of Yoongi barging through the door filled your mind. As you still remembered how he felt against your skin. As you still knew just the exact way he smelt when he held you.

You weren’t sure you could do it anymore.

You couldn’t be friends with benefits with a man you were in love with.

You heard the door swing open, and your eyes shot open as you sat up in your bed. His eyes were dark, and he looked absolutely angered. But, even then, you still saw the beauty in him. You still saw a man you knew you loved.

You swore to yourself that this was it.

This would be the last time you would ever be with him, or even see him for that matter.

He ushered towards you, kissing you roughly as your back hit the bed. His hands were roaming over your body, lifting up his loose shirt that you were wearing that you found in your closet. He loved it when you wore his t-shirts, he thought you looked absolutely wonderful in them.

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anonymous asked:

could you maybe write something with deaf Derek? like maybe he is used to people trying to communicate by writing on paper or texting but then Stiles comes along and learns sign language so he can ask Derek out!!!!! and like he learns enough to converse and Derek is just !!!!!!!! I just need pining Stiles and soft Derek <3

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like this little fic! (On AO3)


Stiles takes a deep breath. He’s been working on this for weeks, he’s got this.

He walks up to Derek’s table and stands in front of him, hoping to catch his attention. Derek’s already done eating, and has just started looking through his class notes, so Stiles doesn’t feel too bad about disturbing him.

When Derek glances up, Stiles points to the chair across from him questioningly. Derek gives him a little smile, nodding.

He takes the seat, then signs Hi, I’m Stiles, making sure to mouth the letters as he spells out his name.

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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

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it’s a good thing.

Originally posted by romanceapocalyptic

(billy hargrove x female reader)

summary: billy hargrove knows that soulmates are bullshit. especially when he meets you, because you’re not his soulmate. and that really sucks, because billy is kind of going insane.

word count: 3, 551

a/n: this is set roughly to mindset by every avenue. this would have been done earlier but my dad kept asking me what i was typing and there was no way in hell i was gonna say that i was writing a soulmate au featuring a hot guy with a mullet. BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVERYONE! i hope that it’s wonderful and great and that we all kick 2018′s ass! 


It wasn’t that Billy hated the song, but if he had to see the words i bless the rains down in africa one more time on his hip, he was going to scream. It wasn’t like he went looking for it, but anytime he was changing, he’d glance down. More often than not, some song lyric would be scrawled in black. It etched across his skin in a feminine sort of chicken scratch, one that made him embarrassed in the locker room.

He walked over to his bedroom mirror, teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he regarded himself. He still needed to get dressed and grab a bite to eat before school, but there was time to stall. Not long, though. His fingers itched to tug the hem of his boxers down just a little, but he was faltering.

“Anything but Toto,” he mumbled under his breath. He hesitated for a second longer before jerking the fabric down. The black ink was stark against the tan of his skin.

who you gonna call

“Jesus, you’ve got shit taste in music,” he said, shaking his head. He allowed himself the smallest of grins, that familiar flicker of warmth darting through his chest. It only lasted a second, that brief allowance of hope. It was squashed after that, Billy hardening himself against it.

Soulmates were bullshit. Utter bullshit.

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movies [ steve x reader ]

premise: (name) is dustin’s sister and they decide to watch movies all night. what (name) doesn’t know is that dustin invited steve, too

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter, like to paragraphs short, but…
also, requested by:  Hey I loved your Steve x Reader where reader is Dustin’s sister’s fic. Can you do more of it please? ( @queeeenofscots​ ) / can you plz do more dustinssister!reader x steve imagines??? thanks ily <3 (anon)

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A family night. Well, more of a sibling night. Mom is out of town with a couple of friends of hers (Mews death had really taken a toll on her). You and Dustin are left to your own devices, which means movie marathons and junk food all night. Falling asleep is also a no go because you swore to draw on his face with a sharpie if he even closed his eyes for a second. The same goes for you, of course. Granted, for being seventeen you sure can be childish sometimes. But you can’t really blame yourself for that, or wanting to spend more time with your brother. The two of you had always been close, but you drifted away when you grew into a real teen. Naturally the Demogorgon business brought you two together pretty quickly and neither of you intend to lose touch again.

Dustin picks between a few horror movies you had rented earlier that day as you heat up the popcorn, “Hey, (Name), how do you feel about Halloween?” Dustin asks from the couch.

You make a face, “Not good.”

“Perfect. We’re watching this one.”

You surpass the urge to roll your eyes and you grin and take the KFC you ordered out of those meek paper bags. As you turn off the lights in the kitchen, with one hand holding plates and the other grasping a big bottle of soda, you move into the living room as Dustin sets up the movie, “Just try not to scream.” Dustin says, fiddling with the VCR.

“Pretty sure you’ll be the one that’s screaming.”

The doorbell rings and makes a shiver shoot up your spine.  Instinctively you look at the looming front entrance and the dark night pooling behind it. You glance at Dustin but he doesn’t even look your way, mumbling something about ‘Stupid fucking movie why don’t you work?!’ so you set down the food and slowly make your way to the door. Right, maybe turning off all of the lamps so only the TV screen lights up the room with its ghostly bleak light and that weird scratching noise wasn’t the best idea. But it’s not like a Demo-dog can ring a doorbell, right?…Right?

Scolding yourself for being paranoid, you swiftly unlock the door and with a deep breath open it fully. The cool air pinches your cheeks red as you meet eyes with deep brown ones. Something clicks in your mind and you can’t help but grin at the visitor, recalling all those moments he had pulled you away from the mission just to talk or be close to you. Steve Harrington stands on your porch with a lazy smile on his lips and his hands shoved into his pockets. You make a mental note to thank Dustin later, because you sure as hell didn’t invite your crush over.

“…I was told there will be KFC.” Steve states.

“Who gave away this information?” You wonder, stepping aside to let him in. With a light shrug he enters and beelines for the couch.

“Hey, Dustin!—And I never reveal my sources, (Name).”

Soon you all squeezed on the small couch. Dustin in one end, you in the middle, and Steve in the other. After fighting over the popcorn and the abundance of puns Steve kept saying, a hush fell over your small group as the movie started. You were immediately sucked in and a bit terrified. You never could handle scary movies. And now that you literally had the opportunity to live out a real life scary movie with the Demo-dog business, you still find scary movies, well, scary. You pull the warm blanket closer to your lips as you are ready to hide behind it at any given moment.

Steve notices your terrified expression, and on a different occasion he wouldn’t find it as cute as he does now. You lean into him a bit when Michael Myers shows up. Something swells in his chest, something light and fuzzy and he can’t help but smile a little. For a full minute he ponders should he do the old ’yawn-put-my-hand-around-her-shoulders’ shtick. He conducts that would be pretty stupid and awkward so he just pretends to shift in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders anyway. You look at him. He pretends that nothing happened and gives you a playful glance.

Half-way through the movie you grew comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. Steve’s fingers played patters on your skin, played with your hair almost subconsciously, but his eyes never once left the screen. When the clock struck 1 o’clock and the screen cut to black – the movie was finally over and you can take a breather, - you and Steve had to surpass a laugh at Dustin’s snoring. In hushed murmurs the two of you moved and Steve took up the job of picking Dustin up and bringing him to his room. With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders you waited him to return, and honestly, nearly swooned at how domestic he is.

Once he returns he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, almost as if trying to think of an excuse to stay. In lazy steps he approaches you and you have to bite down a smile, “I should…probably go now.” He says slowly, testing the waters. You flick your brows upwards.

“You sure?” You ask, “There are two more movies left.”

“You know, I always considered myself a patron of the arts so yeah, I say I could stay. With you. T-To watch the movies. If you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t. Trust me, I don’t.”

Steve makes quick work of setting up the VCR as you find a good spot on the couch. You fluff the pillows and can hardly contain the excitements that’s practically radiating from you. Now there’s way more space to move around, but he sits close to you and you throw your blanket on the both of you to keep warm, if that is even needed. Honestly, you just want to share something with him. Be as close as you can possibly be without going overboard with your feelings. You have a small hint that he may feel the same way, but then again, you don’t want to ruin this – whatever this is you have with him – by tuning all mushy and sappy and kissy. Not that turning kissy would be a bad thing, now that you really consider it.

The movie starts in bright flashes and loud sounds and you frown softly. You feel Steve’s arm drape over your shoulders again and you turn your head to him. A kaleidoscope of colors shine on his face – it almost appears mesmerizing – as the thought of the two of you being completely alone finally sinks in. A spark lights up your chest and fuels your whole body with the need to kiss him. Your gaze roams from his eyes to his lips and back, an action he notices and smirks at, as you lean in ever so slightly and asks, “…Patron of the arts? Really?”

“I lied.” He grins, “Sorry.” He murmurs, leaning in and capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss.


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dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
    • “GET OFF ME BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible
  • YOU’RE BOTH HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND ADORE ONE ANOTHER 

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

insemination wars, part i (m.)

;pairing — yoongi/reader

;warnings — language | car sex | oral sex | porn with plot | unprotected sex | mentions of pregnancy, obviously | alcohol use | yoongi being sappy | typical marital bickering

;summary — getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making

;word count — 5k

;a/n — very loosely inspired by that one Friends episode

part i | part ii

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Ambivalent [ V ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [ M ]

Length: 9k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: They say the gap between love and hate is thin, but it was a lie. In reality they were thousands of miles apart, you’d just never realized how fast you were at running.

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Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

The car felt too hot, even with the winter scene outside the windows, the bare tree branches lining the road swaying in the blistering wind.Snow was coming down harder than you’d anticipated, blanketing the ground more thickly every time you took another glance past the glass. Perhaps driving to the supermarket hadn’t been a good idea, the impulsiveness in Baekhyun’s proposal enough to have you nodding and out the door as the sun set. It had been fun, being alone with him, picking out snacks and listening to him laugh, watching the way his face would contort when he debated exactly what flavor of crisps he wanted to snack on later. At the same time however, it felt like self-inflicted torture, because being alone with Baekhyun was now also being alone with the boy you had feelings for, ones that seemed to be expanding as quickly as the snow outside the windows as he carefully maneuvered along the pavement.

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Teacher’s pet

Namjoon x reader

genre: professor!Namjoon, slight dom!namjoon, smut

word count: 6.1k

especially for @lonely-kitten-named-bambi and my other Boos out there


Your new literature professor, Kim Namjoon, decided to make you the teacher’s personal pet..

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Him & I (Ethan Dolan)

NEW ETHAN DOLAN SERIES! 

Series based on Him and I by G-Eazy and Halsey

Originally posted by punishmedolans

Having a guy for a bestfriend is great! You can be your true self with them without having to worry about them judging you. You can spend the night playing video games and eating junk food and they’d be perfectly happy. You don’t have to spend hours on your appearance because they don’t care what you look like. I still remember the day I met my best friend Ethan Grant Dolan. 

I was sitting in my first grade classroom, coloring my picture and minding my own business. Suddenly the blue crayon I was using was ripped straight from my hand. 

“hey give that back!” I yelled turning to the culprit. 

He was tiny boy with brown hair and brown eyes. 

“but I need this crayon!” the boy yelled stomping his foot. 

“but I was using it.” I yelled back at him. 

“too bad it’s mine now.” He said sticking his tongue out at me. 

I don’t know why I did it, but I was so angry that I punched him in the nose. He dropped the crayon and started crying. I picked up my crayon and went back to my picture. It wasn’t long until our teacher sent us both to the office. I got yelled at by the principle and was told that I needed to go and apologize to the boy. I rolled my eyes walking out of the office. I saw the boy standing with his mom. I walked over standing in front of him.

“I’m sorry for punching you.” I mumbled not really meaning my apology. 

“you didn’t punch me?” The boy said confused.

“no you punched me!” 

I did a double take, there were two of them. 

“who did I punch?” I asked shaking my head. 

“me, Grayson.” the boy said holding a tissue to his bleeding nose. 

“well, Grayson I’m sorry for punching you.” I said rolling my eyes. 

I had to sit in the office until my mom could pick me up. I was sitting in the chair swinging my legs back and forth when the other boy approached me. 

“did you really punch my brother?” He asked smiling at me.

“he took my crayon!” I exclaimed. 

“He’s mean, I’m glad you punched him. Want to be best friends?” the boy asked sitting beside me. 

“sure! I’m Y/N.” I said turning to him. 

“I’m Ethan!” He said. 

And we’ve been best friends ever since. Grayson eventually grew on me too, when he wasn’t stealing my crayons. Ethan and I would always have a special bond though. I’ll be honest, it hasn’t always been easy being his bestfriend. When they started posting videos on vine the whole school made fun of them, and me too. I didn’t care though, I stuck by Ethan and eventually people started to love them and they got super popular. Ethan and Grayson even have a place in LA now which is really cool, cause I can now say I’ve been to LA. Now they were famous, going on tours, even on a TV show. At the end of the day though, Ethan would always be the same kid who applauded me for punching his brother. 

“ETHAN!” I screamed running towards him. 

He dropped his luggage and picked me up in a big hug. It’s been a week since I’d last seen Ethan.

“I missed you so much Y/N!” Ethan said hugging me tighter.

“I missed you too, but I can’t breath with you hugging me so tight.” I choked out.

Ethan laughed letting me go. 

“I mean I know we aren’t bestfriends but not even a hug for me?” Grayson said beside me.

I turned around giving Grayson a big hug as well. I could see some fans snapping pictures but the twins and I had made it clear that I was just a friend. 

“let’s go home, I’m starving!” Ethan said grabbing my hand and walking out of the airport with Grayson and myself.  

“did you watch TRL?” Ethan asked as he played with my fingers in the backseat. 

Grayson sat up front talking to Lisa, their mom.

“of course, you were on it.” I said giving him a smile. 

“you’re great, you know that?” Ethan said slinging an arm around my shoulders. 

“I know, that’s why I’m your bestfriend!” I said smirking at him. 

We pulled up to the Dolan household and I helped Ethan bring his stuff in. I went up to his room to help him unpack his stuff and so we could catch up. He started to unpack and was telling me all about their recent trip to New York where they film TRL. 

“a bunch of fans asked about you today.” Ethan said throwing the clothes out of his suitcase. 

“oh yeah, what did they say?” I asked leaning back on his bed. 

“they just wanted to know if we were dating, and to tell you that they loved you.” He said laughing. 

“they always ask if were dating.” I said putting a hand to my forehead. 

“so how about you, how was your date with what’s his face?” Ethan asked sitting down beside me. 

“his name was Matt, and it was awful, he tried to kiss me and well it made me feel weird.” I said sitting up to look at Ethan. 

“why would it make you feel weird?” Ethan asked. 

“well, it’s a funny story, I’ve never actually kissed anyone.” I said scratching the back of my neck.

“but you told me that..” Ethan started.

“well I lied.” I said looking down embarrassed. 

“why would you lie?” Ethan asked making me look at him. 

“because I’m 17 Ethan and everyone around us is doing it and I feel like a loser, but it’s my first kiss, I don’t want it to be with just anyone, I want it to be with someone special, someone I trust.” I said bringing my knees to my chest.

Ethan was silent for a moment, probably trying not to laugh at how lame I sounded right now. 

“someone like me?” Ethan finally said.

I could feel my face instantly get hot. Ethan was special to me, and I trusted him with everything I had in me. 

“you trust me don’t you?” Ethan asked getting closer to me. 

“but why would you want to do that?” I asked looking at him.

“because I’m your bestfriend, and your first kiss should be special, and I don’t want you to waste it on some jerk who is going to break your heart.” Ethan said shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. 

“but won’t things be weird afterwards?” I asked looking at the boy I had know since we were five years old.

“I mean not if we don’t make it weird.” He said laughing a little

“but I don’t know what I’m doing.” I said feeling very nervous. 

“It’s okay, I’ll show you.” Ethan said sitting in front of me. 

I shuffled closer to Ethan still unsure of what was about to happen. Was I really about to kiss him?

“okay, now I’m going to put my hand on your cheek and lean in, you lean it too.” Ethan said putting his hand on my cheek. 

Ethan’s touched me many times before but for some reason now his touch sent shivers down my spine. Ethan slowly leaned in causing me to lean in now too. Our lips were almost touching. I could feel his breath hitting my face making me even more nervous than I already was. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Ethan whispered in a low breathy voice. 

I shook my head shyly as the beating of my heart escalated in my ears. Ethan pressed his lips on mine softly. His lips were warm, and surprisingly soft. He pulled away after a brief second. 

“you have to kiss back, you know that’s the whole point of a kiss.” Ethan said laughing.

I could feel the redness spread on my tanned cheeks. 

“It’s okay, just let it happen and you’ll find you already know what to do.” Ethan said smiling at me. 

Ethan leaned in again connecting our lips. This time I kissed him back. He was right, I already knew what to do. I found myself tangling my fingers in the ends of his hair as our lips moved in sync with one another. I could feel butterflies erupt from my stomach every time his lips pressed down harder on mine. I didn’t know what this feeling was, it was something I’ve never felt before. It was like I was floating, like suddenly his kiss was the only thing that kept me grounded. I can’t say that I didn’t like it either. 

“hey Ethan dinner is, woah sorry.” 

Ethan and I quickly pulled away to see Grayson standing in the doorway in shock. I immediately felt the redness spread back to my cheeks. 

“we’ll be right down.” Ethan said shrugging.

“uh, ah um.” Grayson stuttered obviously confused and in shock of what he just walked in on. 

“she’s never had her first kiss, so I was showing her.” He said shrugging his shoulders again. 

I put a hand to my forehead. I don’t know what I was more embarrassed by, the fact that Grayson caught us kissing, or that Ethan just blabbed the secret that I’m 17 and this was my first kiss. 

“maybe I can be your second.” Grayson joked. 

I got up throwing Ethan’s pillow at him. 

“you hungry, pizza is downstairs.” Ethan asked standing up. 

“wait aren’t we going to talk about what just happened?” I asked standing up. 

“Grayson will tease for a little but he wouldn’t actually tell anyone.” Ethan said.

“that isn’t what I’m talking about.” I said shyly. 

“then what, are you okay?” Ethan asked. 

How was I supposed to tell the boy I’d been friends with for 12 years that I liked it when he kissed me? The answer to that question is simple, you don’t. 

“never mind let’s go get food, I’m starving.” I said walking ahead of Ethan and down the stairs. 

I couldn’t make eye contact with Grayson as I sat down beside Cameron. Ethan came down taking the seat beside me. 

“did you finish unpacking yet Ethan?” Lisa asked him as she passed out pizza to each of us.

“nope, but he wasn’t unpacking.” Grayson smirked as he took a sip of his water.

I grabbed one of the pieces of pineapple off my pizza throwing it at him. Grayson just laughed making Lisa and Cameron look at each other with confusion. 

“not yet, but I’ll finish as soon as we’re done eating.” Ethan said taking a bite of his pizza.

I ate in silence feeling the awkward tension in the air. If one of the Dolan’s talked to me I would answer their question and then go back to eating in silence. I could tell that Ethan noticed because he kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Once we were finished eating, I offered to help clean up before following Ethan back to his room. 

“now you finish unpacking now, no distractions!” Grayson yelled down the hall with a laugh.

“ignore him.” Ethan said hopping on his bed, definitely not unpacking. 

I don’t know why I felt so awkward all of the sudden. Ethan and I had never been shy in front of each other, but suddenly I felt like it was the first time I was meeting him. 

“what are you doing? come over here!” Ethan said patting the spot beside him.

I crossed the room sitting on the spot he indicated. 

“okay what’s up with you? You’re never quiet around us? Is it Grayson’s teasing? Should I go talk to him?” Ethan asked turning towards me. 

That was the problem, I didn’t know what was up with me. 

“uh no, I’m just not feeling very well.” I lied shrugging my shoulders.

“well lay down and let’s watch a movie and hopefully you’ll feel better in a little bit.” Ethan said crawling under the covers. 

He had his arms open for me to crawl in to them. I was never hesitant about cuddling with him, but now it felt as if I was crossing a line. What line that was, I had no idea. I knew I needed to snap out of this. I crawled under the covers leaning on him. 

“what do you want to watch?” Ethan asked handing me the remote.

I grabbed the remote and started scrolling through Netflix. Of course all the suggested movies were romantic ones. I picked a random comedy, giving Ethan his remote back. He wrapped his arms around me before focusing on the movie, but my mind was far from focusing on the movie. Halfway through the movie Ethan fell asleep much like he always did when we watched movies. He was a terrible movie buddy. I got out of his arms before sneaking out of his room. It was pretty late anyways so I was just going to head home. Normally I’d just fall asleep in Ethan’s room with him but it didn’t feel right this time. I walked out of his door running right in to Grayson.

“leaving so soon?” He asked with a smirk. 

I shrugged my shoulders not in the mood for his teasing. His demeanor immediately changed when I looked to the floor.

“did I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry if I did Y/N, I was totally just kidding.” He said giving me an apologetic look. 

“no Grayson it’s okay, I just don’t feel to well.” I again lied all too smoothly. 

“did something happen between you and Ethan besides well uh yeah?” Grayson questioned rubbing his neck nervously. 

well yeah, something did happen. I liked it. 

“no, we’re fine. I’ll uh see you guys tomorrow. If Ethan wakes up tell him I went home and I’ll text him tomorrow.” I said giving Grayson a hug before walking out of the Dolan household. 

that night was anything but peaceful. I couldn’t figure out why I was acting differently. So I did what every teenager does when they can’t figure something out. I went to the internet. I found many stories from teenage girls like myself telling a similar story. One caught my eye in particular. 

One day my best guy friend and I accidently drunk kissed at a party. I didn’t think anything of it in the moment but everything changed after we accidently kissed. It was like I was seeing things from someone else’s point of view. I was suddenly very nervous around him. I was hesitant to do the things we would normally do. I started to see him in a different light and he was suddenly everything I had ever wanted. That is how I realized that I was in love with my bestfriend.

In love? With Ethan? Could I be? He was incredibly attractive, there was no denying that. He knew me better than I knew myself. He always had my best interest in mind. But could I really be in love with my bestfriend? I tossed and turned trying to think of something else that could explain what I was feeling. It would ruin our whole friendship. I couldn’t be in love with him. I didn’t realize how long I was contemplating until my phone lit up with a text from Ethan.

Ethan: I hope you’re feeling better! Guess what I have a date today!

A date? I read the words and was immediately filled with sadness. Ethan’s had dates before and I thought nothing of it, he even had a girlfriend for a couple months and I was happy for him. I don’t understand why the simple word filled me with so much dread now. 

: a date? with who? 

Ethan: just a girl I’ve been texting, it’s nothing serious just want to hang out with her.

: oh cool.

Ethan: I was kind of hoping you’d come help me get ready so I can make an impression? You’re better at this stuff than I am. 

The last thing I wanted to do was to help Ethan impress another girl. 

: sure I’ll be over soon.

Ethan: you’re the best love you!

I sighed setting down my phone. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before heading over to the Dolan household. I walked in to a nearly empty house. 

“where is everybody?” I asked to no one in particular. 

“oh hey!” Ethan said running down the stairs. 

He pulled me in to a big hug. 

“Mom and Dad are away today and Cameron is with her friends. Grayson just went to meet his girl.” Ethan explained grabbing my hand and dragging me up to his room. 

He had clothes all over his bed.

“I can’t find an outfit to wear.” He said looking at me before laughing. 

wow he was putting in a lot of effort in to this. 

“don’t worry, I’ll help you.” I said pushing my feelings aside. 

I grabbed an outfit matching it for him. 

“Here, put this on.” I said handing him some nice jeans and a dress shirt. 

He ran to the bathroom putting on the outfit. He came out and he looked incredibly handsome, just like I knew he would. 

“wow, I look good, thanks Y/N you’re a life saver!” He said giving me a hug. 

“you’re welcome. you know you have to tell me all about this girl now.” I said giving him a look. 

“I will when I get home, I promise, you can chill out here and as soon as I get back we’ll hang out!” He said grabbing a jacket and putting it around his shoulders. 

I gave him a wave and watched him walk out the door. It was quiet in the house. I couldn’t fight this feeling of overwhelming sadness. I walked to the kitchen opening the cabinet. I found a full bottle of liquor calling my name. I grabbed the bottle before slumping on the couch. I unscrewed the top feeling the alcohol slide down my throat. I coughed not used to the taste. I took a couple more long swigs until I started to feel the effects. Suddenly the door slammed open and in walked an angry Grayson. 

“what happened to you?” I asked giving him a look.

“my date stood me up.” He said slouching on the couch beside me. 

“here this will help.” I said handing him the bottle of liquor. 

Grayson took the bottle taking a long drink of it. 

“you’re right this does help.” He said before taking another long drink. 

Grayson and I passed the bottle back and fourth until it was completely empty. 

“you’re date doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” I said offering Grayson a smile. 

“what about you, why are you so upset?” He asked turning his body towards me. 

I leaned back on the couch looking at the ceiling. 

“I think I’m in love with someone, and he doesn’t feel the same.” I said not taking my gaze off the ceiling. 

“who?” Grayson asked making me look at him. 

At this point it was the alcohol talking. Sober, I would’ve never admitted this to Grayson. You know what they say though, drunk words are sober thoughts. 

“Ethan.” I admitted.

“wait you love Ethan?” Grayson asked springing up off the couch. 

“yeah I love Ethan.” I said out loud. 

As soon as the words left my lips I felt this sense of relief wash over me. 

“you have to tell him!” Grayson exclaimed. 

“What! I can’t tell him! It would ruin our friendship! Besides Ethan does not like me like that Grayson! I can’t tell him and you can’t either!” I snapped.

I sank back in to the couch, Grayson falling beside me. 

“Look, you’ll never know if you don’t try. Besides the way he was kissing you yesterday didn’t look just friendly to me.” He said 

“It didn’t?” I asked looking at Grayson. 

“nope.” Grayson said popping the p. 

“then how did it look?” I asked. 

“like this.” Grayson said grabbing my face and crashing his lips on to mine. 

It was weird, not like when I kissed Ethan but the alcohol fogging my brain told me to kiss him back, so I did. Grayson deepened the kiss, laying be back on the couch. He hovered above me still not breaking the kiss. He slowly put his hands under my shirt pushing it up a little bit. I felt a shiver as his bare hand gripped my hip roughly. I slid my hands under his shirt feeling his toned abs and chest. Grayson pulled away before yanking his shirt off. He attached his lips to my neck, kissing up to my jawline and then putting his lips back on mine. 

“hey Y/N I’m..” 

ETHAN’S POINT OF VIEW

I pulled up to Jessica’s house ready for our date. I had been texting her for a little bit and was excited to hang out with her. She seemed like a pretty nice girl and I wanted to get to know her more. She came out wearing a nice dress and giving me a big smile. 

“are you ready to go?” I asked offering her my hand. 

“sure, let’s go.” She said offering me another smile.

She was silent as I drove to the restaurant I was taking her too. I glanced at her but it wasn’t her sitting there suddenly, it was Y/N. I shook my head quickly taking my eyes off the road.

“Ethan are you okay?” She asked putting a hand on my arm. 

“yeah uh, I’m fine.” I said shrugging my shoulders. 

okay that was odd? Why did I just imagine my bestfriend? I pulled in to the restaurant offering my arm to Jessica. We walked in the restaurant, taking a seat and making small talk. I was being my goofy self and trying to make her laugh. I said something funny making her burst out laughing. Instead of her laugh I heard Y/N’s laugh. I quickly put my hands over my ears. I saw Jessica look a little hurt as she stopped laughing. 

“Ethan what’s wrong?” Jessica asked.

I was going crazy. 

“I uh am not feeling to well, I’m sorry Jessica I have to leave.” I said getting up quickly from the table.

“wait who’s going to take me home?” She called after me. 

I ran jumping in my car. I could feel my heart beating quickly. What was wrong with me? Why am I imagining Y/N? Did that mean I wanted to take her on a date? I thought of yesterday, my lips on hers. Her lips were softer then I’d imagine they’d be. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before starting up the car and driving home. What was I going to tell her? She’d ask how the date went, I couldn’t tell her that I imagined her and freaked out and left. I pulled up to the house seeing as she was still here. 

“hey Y/N I’m..” I started but immediately stopped at the sight in front of me. 

Grayson was on top of her, shirtless, and kissing her lips. She quickly threw Grayson off of her. 

“Ethan.” She gasped.

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Pink

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Pink lingerie does things to Captain Rogers

Word Count: 2565

Warnings: nsfw af! nsfw gif undercut, unprotected sex (wrap you wang before you bang!)

Author’s Note: old fic; another repost! AND for the nonnie who wanted me to repost “A New Throne” (Lance Tucker x Reader), i’m sorry but my dumbass forgot to take a backup :’(

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#pining #sketches #quidditch

Prompts: @antique-moonglade
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco calmly set about mixing his paints. He’d perfected a particular shade of green only the day prior, and he wanted to get it exact. He had plenty of time to get it right before he needed to begin sketching. Quidditch practice didn’t start for another twenty minutes or so.

He’d set up his canvas quite a distance from the pitch so that the players wouldn’t see him.  Of course, that also meant he couldn’t see them that well either so, as always, he’d brought his binoculars to get the best view of his intended subject - it was a bit of a hassle using them and painting at the same time but it was better than the alternative - being caught.

Not even Pansy knew he was out here. Not for lack of trying of course. She’d even taken to following him in the mornings but Draco was careful. This morning he’d led her on a goose chase around the castle before finally giving her the slip and heading outside.

It was surprisingly warm for so early in the morning, the harsh glares of the sun already in full force. Draco had created a shade for himself - magically stretching out the branches of a nearby tree to shield his pale skin from the sun. But the players wouldn’t be so lucky. He could just imagine the sweat rolling down a particular player’s skin. It would make for a great painting if he could capture it correctly.

The green paint turned out exactly as he wanted it, a perfect replica of its inspiration, Draco thought. He set it aside, eager for the chance to use it later. Since he had time to kill, he figured he may as well get a start on the background, so he began lightly sketching in the lines of the Quidditch pitch and the surrounding stadiums with a thin pencil. He’d just started drawing the hoops at the far side of the pitch when a voice pulled him out of focus.

“Malfoy?”

The second hoop became oblong. He knew that voice.

“Potter,” he greeted automatically, his voice cold - a reflex.  He turned around quickly, his pencil falling into the grass.

Potter was squinting at Draco’s sketch, using his broomstick, firmly planted in the ground, to keep balance as he leaned forward. Despite only heading for a practice he was dressed in his full scarlet Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, complete with a protective chest plate handing loosely from his shoulders, waiting to be strapped on properly. Draco resisted the urge to fix it himself.

“You draw?”

A snarky What’s it you? on Draco’s lips was swallowed when Potter continued without waiting for an answer.

“Just the pitch? Or the players too?”

Panic filled Draco’s body settling itself as a niggling discomfort in his gut. “Just the pitch,” he said quickly, his eagerness to lie making him forget his desire to be contrary. Instead, his voice just came out rushed and squeaky. Lucky there were no witnesses otherwise his tough reputation would have been well and truly demolished, all by a couple of unextraordinary words from Harry Potter.

“Shame,” Potter said, standing up straight and lifting his broom. “Would you consider it? I’ve always wanted to be painted.”

Draco nodded against his will - what? Potter’s confidence was rather disconcerting. It clearly had the power to turn him into a squirming mess as well as a pathetic follower eager to please all at once.

Potter’s face lit up with a surprised smile - he obviously hadn’t expected Draco to be so agreeable - neither had Draco. “In that case, make sure you capture me from the left. It’s my good side.”

“Every side is your bloody good side,” Draco muttered to himself without thinking. Crap. There’s no way Potter hadn’t heard THAT embarrassing revelation. 

But Potter didn’t say anything further. He simply winked at Draco with those devilishly charming eyes (that made Draco’s knees go weak) before mounting his broom and flying off towards the pitch, his shape growing smaller and smaller until he was just a speck in the distance.

As soon as he could wrench his eyes away from Potter, Draco turned his focus to the shade of green paint he had created. He’d have to start again from scratch. It was nowhere close to the real thing.

Now that he had Potter’s blessing, more or less, he had to make everything perfect. After all, Potter would want to see the finished product. And Draco already knew that once he did, Potter would know exactly how Draco felt about him. How could he not when Draco channelled all of his emotions into his paintings? When every stroke of his brush that coloured Potter’s face was a gentle caress? It would be obvious to anyone.

Draco resigned himself to that fact and focused all his energy into the painting. If Potter liked it, Draco might just show him all the other finished canvases locked away in his dormitory too. It was about time someone else saw Draco’s work. And who better than Draco Malfoy’s muse, Harry Potter?


Draco was right of course. Potter returned immediately after practice, flushed and sweaty, expecting results. Draco didn’t have much to show yet - he’d spent most of his time working on mixing the right shades of green. But at the same time, he was almost certainly showing too much. Potter stared at the canvas for far too long.

Draco had started with Potter’s eyes and hadn’t got much further. Sketching over them again and again to get the precise shape, the precise look of concentration as Potter scanned the pitch for the snitch. And then came the colouring. What he had gotten wrong originally was trying to find the one right shade of green for Potter’s eyes, because there wasn’t one. There were a number of shades all swimming amongst each other. Vibrant. Ever changing. Alive. 

Draco thought he’d captured those eyes rather well in the end, but when Potter turned and his real eyes fixed themselves on Draco, all liveliness and wonder, Draco realised he’d never be able to do them justice. Potter’s eyes didn’t belong on paper. But Draco was starting to think, from the way Potter was blushing as he stared, that maybe, just maybe, Potter’s eyes belonged on Draco.

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The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

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Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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Evil Yours, Now Evil Mine // Kai Anderson

Originally posted by gabbiesworld


A/N: I’m selfishly relieved to be writing Kai again. I feel like I write him better than the rest of Evan’s characters. So! This is based off a request where someone wanted Kai to meet a girl whose only fear was her own mind. I also had countless requests for rough Kai.

Side note: This fic is my absolute pride and joy.

This is specifically for my homegurl @fragilelikeabomb0106 <3 And myself. Because I’m a Kai whore.

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! And language.

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Loving You To Death (Sequel)
Word Count: 9k

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Author’s Note: This is the sequel to the Free The Animal one-shot.

You feel a strong sense of deja vu as you stand at yet another party watching the black haired asshole groping a girl that is sitting on his lap.

There were slight differences between the two times. This girl is a brunette, they’re sitting down, you’re alone… but the biggest difference of all is that you know, this time, that Jungkook wouldn’t be on your bed later this evening, waiting for you to finish your shower so he can jump on you.

Fuck, you needed another drink.

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It Wasn’t Real (part nine)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: ALSO, WARNING: This is kinda seeming like a Stan x Reader with how much i mention Stan but don’t get it twisted: IT WILL BE A RICHIE X READER! It’s just Stan was so close to winning i wanna still make him a strong, prominent character!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader.

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….

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Originally posted by pettas-fics

You hadn’t realized how late you’d been at quarry, until you stepped back outside. There, standing in the middle of the road stood you, panting and pacing in the stop. The sun was setting and you could feel the cool air breeze in as the warm sun was covered by the dark sky. 

Your mind was running wild. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t think coherently. IT had Stan… while you and everyone else had been bonding at the quarry, Stan had been in danger. And it was all because of you. If you hadn’t dragged him back into this mess, if you’d just left him alone… then none of this would’ve happened. You needed to find Richie, needed to tell him what had happened. But no one else, Richie already knew and that was the only reason why you justified going to him.

You wouldn’t risk the lives of your friends by dragging them back into something they thought was done.

You clenched your fists, nodding to yourself. Richie had only left a little bit ago, if you continued down the path you should be able to reach him before he got home. Then, you’d tell him everything and you’d guys would figure out what to do. So, nodding your head you began walking again, not quite running but your feet carried you along the road quickly. It wasn’t until you reached an alleyway, a alleyway you were sure Richie took home and turned a corner, did you feel your body flying downwards.

Something’d tripped you.

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anonymous asked:

Hello hi! I have a prompt if you're feeling up to it? There is so much of Andrew looking after sick!Neil but can we have it reversed? I think Andrew would low-key (highkey) love the focused attention from Neil (also,,, Neil not being sure how to look after sick people and turning to advice from the other foxes as discreetly as possible bc there's no way Andrew wants them knowing he's anything less than impenetrable)

(I did my best w this prompt from one POV, sorry it took so very absurdly long! lots of Andrew thoughts with a side of useless boy dialogue)

He wakes up bleary and dry-mouthed, his tongue catching on his hard palate like papers rustling together. Andrew squints into his pillow, pressing two fingers into the eyelid of one streaming eye. The sun is too dilute to touch him, and the breeze from the cracked window chills him so much that it hurts, muscles locked and shivering.

He knew he was getting sick when the hurt that lives inside him flared real, visible and disgusting. All this hacking, running, sweating makes him vulnerable, loud when he wants to be quiet. Neil had called him overdramatic. He’d dragged the covers to his side of the bed in reply, battered sleep’s door until it splintered.

Now he feels like he always felt in the heart-racing countdown to withdrawal, fighting through sweat and aches and cracking lips, cracking skin, cracking strength. Whiskey won’t help him here though. Nothing will help him here, after rowing through the confused, freezing night and only now washing up in foggy morning, fever lapping at him.

Something drips onto his hot forehead and his chest pumps hard, startled. His eyes flash open.

Neil is frowning, looming over him and holding a cold rag that’s a bit too wet. It’s clumsy, but it feels better when Neil arranges it on his sweaty brow. His hand stays on the compress, a sustaining pressure, like he’s healing with just his hands and his willpower. Water runs into his hair like tears.

“How are you?” Neil asks. His other hand walks from the bedspread to Andrew’s side, he can feel the fingertips becoming a full-palmed press. It’s the comfort of a person who always feels better when he’s touched hard and deliberately, alive in a way he can feel.

Andrew doesn’t reply, but he knows that his closed eyes and relaxed body mean something to Neil. He trusts him with his hot forehead and his bedside.

“You look bad,” Neil continues.

“I am not playing,” Andrew says hoarsely. “If that’s what you’re angling for so tactfully.”

Neil’s hands retreat, Andrew’s forehead folds under the rag where no one will see. “I’m here because you’re my— I’m not worried about our goalie, I’m worried about you.”

“You’re here because this is your room,” Andrew corrects.

“Fine,” Neil says, voice full of the opposite. “I’m going to practice, anyway, since that’s all I care about.”

Andrew feels him leave their bed, and he finds that the wet smell of his hair was keeping his headache at bay. Another drop of water rolls down his temple, and he scrubs the compress from his face so he can watch Neil leave, but he’s already gone.

It haunts his heart, for a while, the snapped olive branch, the hurt that put its fist in its mouth and left the room so Andrew wouldn’t see it properly.

He knows, deep in him, that he’s not being any different than usual, but he also knows what Neil might have expected, seeing him spread out in their bed with his eyes wet. He’s trying to fix Andrew’s surface like he never tries to fix what’s underneath.

Neil doesn’t have the vocabulary for sickness that isn’t terminal, though. He can’t fathom something between a bandaid and a prosthetic.

He drifts, for hours, so thirsty that he can feel it in his skin, so stuffed from throat to nose that he can only breathe dry and heavy through his mouth. He can hear the wheeze inside of him.

In foster care, they would make him sleep in the garage when he got sick. They didn’t want him to infect a house full of already difficult children. He remembers watching the shadows of feet moving in the light under the door, the way the cold only made him sicker and angrier, a yoga mat between his body and the concrete.

He blinks and his eyes are crusted together. He can taste salt. He thinks of Neil and the pain in his chest changes. He latches onto the feeling, like the garage door opening in the morning, letting him back into the warmth.

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Stargazing II pt. 1

Jimin x reader

genre: angst!, fluff, smut, boyfriend!jimin

word count: 15.5k


He was your first love, your soulmate who shaped your heart, covered it with scars no one was able to erase..except for the one causing the indentations deforming the once beautiful muscle that still longed for the part that was torn out on a day in late autumn.

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