the song “one” by ed sheeran and sirius x reader please? thank you, i love your writing
The absence of street lights makes the stars in the sky shine brighter, the streaks of light that protrude from the distant bodies littering the familiar street of Godric’s Hollow. Steps quicken, heavy with regrets and nerves, walking on the dark, paved surface. Hands are shoved into coin filled pockets and the clink of gold and bronze booms through the stifling silence of the street, previously disrupted only by the occasional whistle of gentle wind and the rustle of leaves.
Sirius Black turns over every coin in his pocket with his long, suddenly shivering fingers, chilled by the crisp air that fills the eerily silent night. A panic floods him suddenly, and then he finds it: a simple metal hoop rests between his fingertips and he breaths a sigh of relief, closing a fist around the object.
A street light flickers on and illuminates his face, sleepless and unshaven, a drunken glimmer in his eye from the courage that he drank in the form of endless glasses of firewhiskey before leaving The Leaky Cauldron, his heart growing as the liquid burned its way down his throat.
Finally, he sees the proud, pearl-coloured house at the end of the street. Unanticipatedly, he loses feeling in his legs as his heart beat quickens and a genuine grin spreads across his tired, pale face as he rushes towards the mahogany door, gravel crackling under his rapid steps.
He reaches the door, the chipped silver paint on the knocker seeming to stop him from using it. He shifts his weight from foot to foot nervously and finally reaches for the knocker with his right hand, his left still palming the object he was terrified of losing.
The sounds of the collision between metal and wood seem a lot louder than they should be, shattering the calm of the street and the silence of his mind and causing a flurry of doubt to whirl through his mind. He takes a step back, and goes to take another, when the door opens, and the light from the inside shines on his face, causing him to squint and blink repeatedly before opening his eyes again as his eyes shine with excitement.
She stands there, in the doorway, a light violet bathrobe clinging to her hips, her mussed, y/h/c hair aglow with the yellow light behind her, almost like a halo. She was clearly woken by his arrival, but her eyes are wide open, her mouth agape in shock as she looks at the newcomer. A full minute goes by as electricity seems to flow back and forth between their eyes, unseen sparks setting the whole neighbourhood aglow in their minds.
It’s her soft, raspy voice that breaks the intoxicating silence, sobering him up within seconds.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Rating: Mature/Explicit Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff? Word Count:11,989 I’m so sorry ;_;
Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.
A/N: So this is part one to a new fic I’m writing! I hope you all enjoy, and please anticipate part two!
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Early Summer, 2012
When you told Yoongi that you needed to talk, the last thing you expected to be doing was scouring his bedroom for your missing panties.
Plucking the lacy garment off of the lamp shade, you quickly shimmy back into them. How they got there in the first place was a mystery to you. But once you pull on your pants, you turn to look at Yoongi, now covered fully by a pair of sweats and t-shirt sitting at the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs.
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THE sound of feet hitting against the floor can be heard within the streets of Nicky Town, objects being knocked over by the thick, swaying tail of the youngest biodroid. A lavender liquid can be spotted frothing at the beak like mouth of the creature.
CLAWS tug at her father’s wing, for a moment standing on her bipedal legs just to gather his attention. At first, it’s a quiet chirping noise due to her excitement before her voice comes out in a low, quiet, yet feminine growl. ❝ Papa. ❞
Summary: Calum and his family are old family friends but they don’t live in the same area as you after they moved, so you haven’t seen them much in the past five years. You and Calum used to get on really well, but when he has to come live with you to take part on a placement for uni, it’s clear that there’s some tension there. But is it all just one kind of tension?
A/N: New small Calum series I came up with based on a dream I had last night. Don’t know how long it’s going to be, but I hope you enjoy the first part.
He’s staying at your place for a whole three months to work on placement. THREE MONTHS, he’s going to be sleeping in your sister’s old room just across the hall from your room. THREE MONTHS, he’s going to be sharing the same bathroom as you. THREE MONTHS, you are going to have to put up with him being around you, prying into your business no doubt, and going through your stuff. You wish your parents had never offered to allow him to stay with you. But because they’re old friends with his parents and, “you were friends when you were younger,” it looks like you didn’t have very much of a say in the matter. Though, certainly because you’re an adult, you must have some sort of right to have your opinion heard?
“I don’t get it, what did he do that was so bad?” Your mum asks you, having pulled you aside after you vented how much you’ve hated having him here for only a couple of days.
“Mum, do we seriously have to go into this?” You question, “Why can’t you just trust me on this?”
She looks at you, unimpressed with your response. “Has he done something in the past that has put you in danger? Done or said something to hurt you?”
You furrow your eyebrows as you shake your head, “No…not really.”
“Well then, why are you so determined to have us kick him out on the street?” She continues to interrogate.
“I’m not saying kick him out on the street” You object, “I’m just saying, put him up in a hotel in the city or something…it would be much easier for him to get to where he needs to be.”
Your mother sighs as she looks to you in disbelief. “I’m sorry, whatever it is that makes you hate him so much is just going to have to be put to one side. We are doing this as a favour to Joy and David and besides, it’s only temporary.”
You’re about to start arguing, but you’re interrupted by someone knocking on the kitchen wall. The two of you turn your heads to find Calum stood there, looking uncomfortable and anxious.
“Calum…dear…can I get you anything?” Your mother asks him, forcing a friendly smile.
He smiles briefly at her. “Erm…I just came in to get a drink…but I saw you two were talking and didn’t know if I’d be interrupting or not.”
“Well you are” you spit, having to make things awkward.
“No. You’re not interrupting anything Calum.” Your mum denies, “(Y/N) was just telling me how nice it is to have some company at home that isn’t her mum and her dad.”
Calum raises his eyebrows questionably, as your mother picks up the washing basket she had placed on the breakfast table when you asked to speak to her. “How about I leave you two so she can tell you herself?” She says, giving you a look, and disappearing out of the kitchen. Great, now you’re being left alone with him.
He bites his lip as he looks at you, before taking a glass from the cupboard and taking the carton of orange juice out of the fridge. He gestures over to you, obviously being made aware that you’re watching his every move, “want a glass?” he asks you.
You roll your eyes, “Don’t pretend like we’re friends.”
“I’m struggling to see why we’re not.” He admits, pouring the glass full to the brim with orange juice, before putting the carton back in the fridge.
“You seriously don’t know why we’re not friends?” You question accusingly, as if he’s supposed to know.
He takes a large sip from the glass before almost slamming it onto the kitchen bench. “Well I remember us being pretty good friends when we were kids. Then all of a sudden when I left you hated my guts. That’s the best I got.”
You tut, roll your eyes, and storm out of the kitchen and up to your room. Why does it always end in you looking like the bad guy?
There’s a knock at your bedroom door. You sigh, throwing a pillow at the door. “GO AWAY CALUM!” You shout, pissed that he followed you up here.
The door opens and you can feel your blood boil as you turn to face him, but when you’re met with your Dad, you quickly loosen up.
“Unfortunately I’m not Calum, but if you want me to get him for you, he’s just downstairs.” Your Dad jokes.
You roll your eyes, “ Not funny, Dad.”
Your Dad laughs anyway, before sitting down on the corner of your bed. “No, actually, I came to see if you’re okay.”
You look at him, trying to not let him see how worked up you are, “Dad, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. Calum seems to think he might have upset you.” He replies, “Poor guy doesn’t know what he’s done. Wanna talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shrug, “We just don’t get along, that’s all.”
“But, you see, this is what your mother and I don’t understand.” He continues. “You used to get on so well when you were kids. We have all sorts of memories of the two of you playing together in the garden, playing hide and seek…I know you sort of drifted apart when you got into high school but I thought you were still at least friends.”
“We were…” You agree, “But time changes things, including people.”
Your Father furrows his eyebrows at you, seemingly not understanding what you’re trying to say. You roll your eyes, “Look, Dad…don’t worry. I know that this is just as much a favour for Joy and David as it is for Calum, and I know it’s only for a few months. I’m sure…that once we get used to being around each other so often…things will be okay. I just…it’s only been a couple of days since he’s been here and, it’ll take some time to get used to.”
He smiles, reaching out to pat your knee. “That’s my girl.” He says proudly, before leaving you in peace.
You begin to think that maybe you were a little harsh on Calum. The thing that made you dislike him happened a long time ago in the great scheme of things, and it’s not like you were the one who got hurt. But loyalty is something that goes a long way with you, which might be why you’re being so cold with him.
It gets closer to the evening and you haven’t left your room since your “argument” with Calum, but it’s approaching 8pm and you’re thinking it’s about time you grabbed a shower. You pick up your pyjamas and a bobble, before heading out of your bedroom and towards the bathroom.
You push on the door to find Calum pulling it open from the other side. You take a few moments to take in his appearance.
Draped in nothing but a towel, his dripping wet torso stares back at you. His tattoos, some that you didn’t know he had, grab your attention and the sudden need to take in all of their detail hits you.
“Sorry.” Calum speaks, and you catch him smirking at you once you snap your eyes up to meet his, “Think I used up all the hot.”
You gulp, biting your lip, shaking your head to collect your composure. “Erm…err…no…it’s…it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“You sure?” He questions, “I don’t want you storming away from me in a huff.”
You roll your eyes, kicking yourself for even looking at him in the way you just did. “Don’t give me a reason to storm away from you in a huff and then maybe you won’t have to worry about that.”
He smirks as he takes a step towards you slowly, but stops when he’s standing in a particularly close proximity to you. He arches his head so that he can whisper in your ear. “You know, I’m going to find out why you hate me so much, so you might as well tell me what it is. That way this tension can turn into…something else.”
You take a deep breath to try and settle yourself, but you’re pretty sure Calum’s noticed the goose-bumps forming on the surface of your skin. He walks away, proudly, leaving you to think about what’s just happened.
Looks like these three months are going to be interesting. But if he wants to turn this into a game, then he’s just met player number one.
Warnings: masturbation, swearing, implied sex
Rating: stuff def happens so I guess R
Word count: 600-700 idk rlly
Summary: Dan looks out the window and sees his new neighbor doing ~dirty~ things and gets turned on. HS au
Dan felt like a fucking creep. He just couldn’t help that the boy across the street was so captivating. It didn’t even make sense, because Dan had seen him in the halls of his school before and every time he saw him, his new neighbor was tripping over something. How could someone so obviously clumsy look so graceful while dancing? Well, it wasn’t really dancing. It was a mix of head bopping and flowing arms, a combo that didn’t really work but still managed to take Dan’s breath away and render him a drooling mess peeking from out of bedroom curtains. Dan sighed. He really was a fucking creep.
Phil was in a state of bliss. Dan had smiled at him in the hallway today. Unfortunately it caused him to stop focusing on anything else and he tripped on his own feet, but he was used to that. He somehow managed to fall down every time that he saw Dan. He couldn’t help it though, Dan was just so hot, especially when he smiled and his chocolate brown eyes practically glowed. Phil wondered how those eyes would look like when they were looking up at him and his pretty pink lips were wrapped around Phil’s hard co- Phil moaned. This was a frequently thought about topic for him, but it still managed to get Phil painfully turned on.
Dan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy whose mood had changed so quickly. He had gone from bouncing around to throwing his head back and palming himself through his skinny jeans. Shit this is really hot, Dan thought as the other boy began ripping off his jeans and his boxers. Dan felt himself getting hard as he watched his neighbor stroke his pink erection, the strokes quickly getting faster. Dan couldn’t take it. He took off his pants and started to mimic the other boy’s strokes, never taking his eyes off of him.
Phil really wished it was Dan’s long fingers wrapped around his dick, but he was ok with just imagining it for now. And boy could he imagine it. Phil could just see how Dan would be, his gorgeous head thrown back in ecstasy and beads of glistening sweat running in rivulets down his long body as they enjoyed each other. Phil was nearing his end, his once strong strokes growing erratic and uncontrollable until he finally burst. He came all over his chest as he threw his head back and moaned Dan’s name. Phil lay there in total bliss, enjoying the after effects of his orgasm when he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He sat up and looked across the street to see the object of his affection standing in a window of one of his neighboring houses, jacking off and staring right at him.
Dan almost didn’t believe it when he saw his neighbor mouthing his name, but it was unmistakable. The captivating boy across the street was jacking off to the idea of Dan, and Dan was slightly relived. It made him feel like less of a creep, and it was seriously turning Dan on. He could tell that he was close to coming and his balls were aching with relief. He jerked his hand up and down his dick a few more times, ready to come, and looked out the window again to see his neighbor staring into his eyes. Dan was so surprised that he stopped. The boy put a sign up against the window that said to come over. Dan gulped and rushed to find some clothes. He wondered what one wore to meet someone they had been caught jacking off to a person, who he had happened to catch jacking off to him. He threw on some sweatpants and rushed out the door.
Phil was suddenly very glad that his parents had decided to go out tonight. At any moment, Dan would be at his doorstep and Phil definitely wanted to see his pretty pink dick again. He raced down the stairs and flung open the door to a flushed Dan and in his rush, he didn’t notice the pile of mail on the ground in front of the door. Phil braced himself for a fall but instead he felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist. He tried to straighten himself up but Dan didn’t let go, and they ended up pressed up against each other. Phil smiled; Dan was still turned on. Phil asked Dan to come in.
Trash Magic is over 9,000 words long now, so to celebrate, here is a tiny excerpt!
Collecting street or sidewalk objects can be a good way of keeping a memento of an occasion or place and drawing on its power later. It’s also a sort of reality challenge — if you go a certain place, can you use your awareness to tell you whether you’ll find something there? Can you tell if something is waiting for you?