that time he looked drunk before the night had even begun

Mistakes Were Made

Originally posted by katylol

Prompt: If there was one thing you knew, leaving Steve’s side had been a mistake.
+ Hi. I really love all of your imagines and read some of them over again. I was wondering if you could write a fluff with Steve Harrington. I have a minor idea that I think you could make amazing… You and Steve have been dating, however when you two are at a party and Billy tries to hit on you. Jealous!Steve plsszz

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: Billy and just him…

A/N: Yup that’s right, some protective Steve coming at ya’

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


You hadn’t meant to leave Steve’s, it’d sort of just happened. Soon, about an hour into the party you found yourself Steve-less and by the punch table which you were drinking in full gulps. 

It was Halloween and Tina threw some of the best parties; it was also one of the few nights you got away from your parents and you were taking that to the full advantage. You weren’t sure where Steve had gone, but you knew you wanted him back as soon as possible. The party had been fun but now the loud music was starting to give you a migraine and the alcohol was making your brain fuzzy.

Though no matter how hard you searched, you couldn’t find your seemingly missing boyfriend. As you let your hand fall against the table covered with a pumpkin designed table cloth, you let your eyes wander around what you could see of the house in another desperate attempt at finding Steve; but yet again, no such luck.

You groaned in frustration, turning to the table and closing your eyes in distress. You wanted to go home and Steve was your drive; not to mention that you were extremely intoxicated. You didn’t even really wanted to go home, knowing you’d hear a mouthful from your parents, but you just wanted to be alone and by Steve’s side. God, you were sounding desperate.

Taking a deep breath, you set down your plastic cup and turned around to walk away but you felt yourself collide with another. You let out a gasp of surprise as you knocked the person’s drink from their hands, making the beer spill all over their white shirt. When you looked up to see who you’d just so rudely bumped into, you felt your shoulders slump slightly as you identified the person as Billy; the new kid.

From what you’d seen, you didn’t much like the boy. He seemed arrogant and anytime you’d seen him near his sister, Max you’d learned from your younger brother Dustin, he didn’t seem too nice either. You feared for a moment he’d lash out but the second his eyes met yours, a smile grew. 

“I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized; you might not like the boy but it was no reason to be rude. You had spilt his drink all over him.

“That’s fine, sweetheart.” You tried to internalize the cringe you felt as he slurred the nickname, offering a small smile in response.

“Well, in that case I really need to be-” Just as you moved to walk past Billy his hand abruptly reached out to grip your arm, and tugged you back. You felt yourself freeze in response, slowly turning your head to gaze at the boy who’d so rudely blocked your path with a heavy heart.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Billy breathed, and you could smell the alcohol off of him. “I might of said it’s fine, but you did spill my drink. At least give me the courtesy of helping me get a new one.” 

You felt panic settle in, knowing that Billy would be harder to get by now. “I really should be going…”

Billy’s grip only tighten and you hissed in discomfort, your expression turning into one of anger. You didn’t take kindly to those who thought they could manhandle you, especially one so disgustingly rude as Billy. “Hey, you’re Harrington’s girl right?”

“My names Y/N.” You corrected, glaring. “But yeah, which reminds me. I should really go find him.” You moved yet again to go walk away but that damn arm kept you back. You huff in annoyance, turning to Billy but the moment you did he repositioned himself so you were now against the punch table and he was before you. Your hands moved up to push up against his chest, warning him to stay back as he got dangerously close but the creep didn’t seem to care.

“Listen Billy, i’m not int-”

“Quite frankly, Y/N.” Billy interrupted you, leering down at you. “I don’t care.” Both hands no gripped your arms and you felt your body grow cold in distress as you gaze around yourself and Billy. Half (more than half) of the kids here were drunk, so they’d be no help and you knew anyone else wouldn’t really care. You really were doomed. “Now why don’t we-”

“Hey, new kid.” A wave of relief washed over you as you heard Steve’s familiar voice. Looking just a bit past Billy’s shoulder, you found Steve reaching out for said boy and pulling him back. Billy’s hands reluctantly let go of you and you wasted no time leaving his side and making your way over to Steve. Steve glanced at you briefly, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder in support as you made your way behind him slightly. He wasted no time turning back to Billy; “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Hey man,” Billy called, raising his hands; “she asked for it.”

You narrowed your eyes; “the hell I did.”

“Listen, just back off.” Steve mumbled; “okay?” He seemed rather calm to annoy who didn’t know him, but you knew Steve. And he was doing his absolute best to keep his anger under control for your sake.

“Harrington, that’s one tight ass you have there so I don’t know what you expect me to do. Y/L/N’s got some-” But it seemed Steve didn’t stay cool for long, because before you knew Steve had raised his hand and swung it so it knocked Billy across the face. A murmur of gasps echoed as the party slowly grew silent. You out of the corner of your eye glanced at Billy and knew you had to get out of there.

Grasping Steve’s hand, you pulled; “come on!”

“But-”

“No buts, let’s go.” You didn’t give him time to argue as you begun leading him in the direction of the front door. 

“That’s right Harrington, run away!”

You didn’t stop pulling on him until you reached Steve’s car. Once you did, you let out a heavy breath and leaned against the side of it, turning to Steve with wide eyes. He only looked distressed and mad, but you couldn’t blame him; you were fuming too. “Steve…”

“Look I know you’re gonna get ma-”

You interrupted the boy by leaning forward and pressing a gently kiss against his lips to soothe him. “I was going to say thank you.”

I Got You On My Mind [Part 2]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Next Part

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.

Word count: 2.2k

Originally posted by jungxook

A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.

Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”

You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.

“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”

“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”

You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”

“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.

Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.

“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”

“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”

“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”

“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.

“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”

“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”


Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.

You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.

The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.

Before everything fell apart.

In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.

The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.

In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.

At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.

You gulped–and then the music started.

Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.

Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.


Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”

“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.

“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”

“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.

Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”

Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.

“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.

The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.

Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.

“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.

Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.

“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.

“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.

Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.

“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”

“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”

“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”

“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”

“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”

“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”

“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.

“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.

Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.

Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.

In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.

Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking. 

Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing. 

But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.

And then, everything went dark.

The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”

- Girl in Luv

Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛

Liability (Part 1)

A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever! 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.

What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly could from Lebanon, Kansas.

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Elain wakes slowly, consumed by how nice the sheets and the sunlight feel against her bare skin. The moment is quiet and still and she languishes in sleepy contentment, feeling Lucien shift next to her.

Lucien.

She freezes, panic shooting through her veins. Lucien. She’s in Lucien’s bed and she’s naked and he’s next to her. The night before shoots back to her with mortifying clarity, and Elain manages not to groan out loud at her own stupidity. Cauldron, what must he have thought?

Last night, she’d been—well, drunk was a strong word. It was exceptionally hard for high fae to get drunk, in fact, and Elain knew because she’d been trying all evening. But she’d been tipsy, and had unfortunately begun to dwell on how frustratingly slowly her and Lucien’s physical relationship was progressing, despite it going remarkably well in all other ways. He’d been out late taking care of something in the village, and Elain, in a prolonged moment of boldness bordering on ridiculousness, had stripped naked and posed provocatively in his bed, waiting for him to come back.

And then she’d promptly fallen asleep.

In the daylight, her own stupidity is nigh unfathomable. She barely dares to breathe with the fear of waking him, but sits up just enough to eye the floor next to the bed. Her dress is right where she dropped it. If she can sneak out of bed, put it back on and get to her own room—but what then? It’s not as though Lucien didn’t see her when he came home, there’s no undoing this, no avoiding that conversation.

Elain is momentarily so paralyzed with indecision, holding a sheet to her chest with a tightly fisted hand, that she doesn’t hear Lucien shift again behind her.

“Good morning.”

His voice is rough with sleep, traced with what might be amusement—Elain turns, a rush of embarrassment rising in her throat. He’s propped up on one elbow, languid, casual. Smiling at her.

“Good morning,” She manages, clutching the sheet.

Lucien regards her for a moment, cocks his head slightly. He’s beautiful, the light flattering the cut of his cheekbones, lending a gleam to his mussed red braid and a little highlight to his gold eye. Focus, Elain.

“Come here,” he murmurs, not a command but an affectionate little request. It catches Elain off-guard, and she doesn’t resist when his arm snakes across her waist and pulls her to him, the sheet between her and his obviously bare chest. He nestles into her neck with a satisfied, sleepy little noise. He’s disarmingly warm, arm still slung around her, and Elain finds the tension leaving her body against her will. Lucien’s scent is thick around them, sweet and smokey at the same time; she can feel the weight of him next to her, the fuzzy sensation of him through the bond. It’s absurdly pleasant, it makes her want to melt even as confusion wracks her—where’s the questioning? The teasing, at least? He can’t possibly be so unconcerned with this situation.

Finally, she can’t stand it. “You… didn’t wake me up when you got back last night.”

“You looked peaceful; it seemed a shame to disturb you.” He almost mumbles it, like he’s so sedate with contentment it’s too much effort to articulate.

Elain nearly laughs. Peaceful. That’s one way of saying nude, she supposes.“Are you going to ask why I’m naked in your bed?”

“I wasn’t, no.” She can feel his breath against her collarbone. “If you’d like to tell me, I’m not opposed to it, but I’ve been enjoying it too much to question it.”

It’s almost annoying, how thoroughly his acceptance of this thwarts her mortification. She huffs, and it ruffles his hair. “I’m trying to be embarrassed, Lucien.”

“Mm.” A lazy adjustment of his head, his nose brushing under her ear. “Why would you be that?”

“Why would I be embarrassed?” Elain half-cries, drawing back so he’s forced to look at her. “Maybe because I’m naked in the presence of a man I’ve barely touched before, because I was trying to drunkenly seduce him and instead fell asleep?”

Genuine surprise flickers across his face, followed by sheer delight–Elain covers her face in her hands; Mother, she shouldn’t have said anything, here it comes–

That’s what happened?” Lucien says, almost dissolving into laughter. “You were trying to seduce me?” His voice goes up a whole octave on seduce. Elain’s face is so hot it hurts and he tries to pull away from him, bury her head into the covers. “Elain, Elain, sweetheart,” he soothes her quickly, still chuckling as he moves to hold her, presses a kiss to her forehead.“You’re adorable.”

Elain is about to protest that she is not adorable, that there is nothing adorable about this situation and cute forehead kisses can’t fix it, but she’s suddenly distracted by the fact that the shift in Lucien’s position has left him on his stomach and the sheet pushed down around his thighs. 

And also, he’s not wearing any pants.

Elain isn’t as bashful as she once was, but Mother save her, she can see Lucien’s entire ass. She feels her mouth drop open, quickly comes to her senses and claps a hand over her eyes with a little squeak. “Lucien! Why are you naked too?!”

He’s laughing almost too hard to respond. “You were; I figured my stripping down was only fair.” Elain, still with a hand firmly over her eyes, has to bite back a hysterical giggle; her mate is ridiculous and does not need encouragement. “And maybe you’d become mysteriously allergic to all clothes and I shouldn’t risk exposing you,” Lucien adds. “Which I wouldn’t mind at all, by the way.”

She wants to hit him with a pillow, but there’s a lot of nudity happening in this bed, so she does the safe thing and pulls the covers over her head with a groan. “You absurd man–go put pants on, for the Mother’s sake,” she says through them.

She can hear the smirk in his voice. “Wasn’t the goal of this endeavor to get me out of my pants? You’re contradicting yourself, dove.”

The risk is worth it. One hand holds the sheets and the other blindly lobs a pillow at his face, eyes still screwed shut. 

He’s still laughing as he fends her off. “Alright, a moment, please, pet.” The mattress shifts under him as he gets up, and Elain hears him cross the room and open a dresser drawer. “Next time you decide to seduce me maybe send me a formal invitation, that way I won’t be so late I miss the whole thing. On nice stationary: ‘Dear Lucien, your seduction has been scheduled for ten PM, in Elain’s room.”

Elain has to smile at his absurdity, and feels like… maybe she should open her eyes a little. Just to check. He didn’t tell her not to.

He’s rifling through the drawer with his back to her, and she tentatively gets a second, more thorough look at his ass, at the slope of his leg muscles and the powerful lines of his back, where his braid hangs down over a series of scars. Maybe he can feel her looking, because he glances over his shoulder just long enough to give her a cheeky grin, and tosses her something she doesn’t identify until it lands on the bed. It’s a shirt. He’s still on his invitation bit: “Please RSVP so she doesn’t get naked for no reason again,” he goes on.

Elain tentatively ignores her embarrassment and plays along. “What would I tell you to wear?” While he’s still turned away, she relinquishes the blanket to quickly slip on the shirt–it’s long enough on her that it might as well be a nightgown. It smells pleasantly like Lucien and the wood of the dresser. “Formal dress doesn’t seem appropriate.”

He laughs. “What would you like me to wear? Anything in particular you’d like to strip me out of?”

“I could tell you to just arrive already naked. That would save time.” Emboldened now that she’s at least decent, Elain gets out of the bed and gathers up her clothes from the floor. “But you’d have to walk from your room to mine nude, then.”

Lucien’s slipped on loose trousers, and ties them up as he shoots her a wolfish grin. “You know I’d do it.”

“That’s why I wouldn’t ask! I don’t want you to traumatize poor Alis.” She stifles a smile as she passes him, heading towards the washroom.

“Where are you going?” He asks, and she pauses on the threshold.

“I have to put this on.” She raises the bundle of her clothes, full of ties and layers and things she needs privacy to wiggle into. Not like he hasn’t seen everything now, she thinks, flushing a bit, but she’d like to return to some semblance of modesty. “I can’t very well walk all the way back to my room wearing only your shirt,” she adds, awkwardly.

Something shifts in Lucien’s face, something playful and a little predatory as he steps towards her slowly.

“So don’t.” His voice is a lover’s murmur as he gets close enough to kiss her, close enough that Elain can feel the warmth of his only half-clothed body. “Stay here wearing only my shirt. It looks good on you.”

Elain is about to decline, but his hands find her waist and his lips find her neck and the words slip through her fingers like water. For all that they haven’t done very much together, Lucien has still managed to figure out which spots under her jaw turn her into a boneless mess.

“I’ll have breakfast sent up for us,” he murmurs into her skin, persuasive, as he braces one arm up against the doorframe to better pin her there.

“Don’t you have obligations to take care of?” A weak protest–it comes out almost as a gasp.

There’s a smile in his voice. He can feel her crumbling. “Nothing that can’t wait a bit.”

Since she woke up, Elain has primarily wanted to wash her mortification away in a long bath, put on something very modest, and pretend this never happened; she knows he certainly wouldn’t fault her if that’s what she did now. But she is also rapidly recalling why her less sober self was dead set on seducing him last night. And eating breakfast with him in his bed–really, any activity that would allow her to keep looking at him shirtless like this–is very, very appealing.

She huffs, and surrenders. “You win. I’ll stay.”

He grins, moves to kiss her properly–but Elain meets it with a grin of her own and ducks under his arm, darting out of reach. 

“You have morning breath,” she says lightly, by way of explanation. She’s such a pushover when it comes to him that she feels obligated to give him a little trouble sometimes.

With the way he’s smiling at her, he knows it. “Then I’ll just be a moment.”

Lucien goes to brush his teeth, and Elain dives back into bed, burrows under the sheets warm and happy and waits for her mate to join her.

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)


You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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Drunken Bets
Summary: You find yourself tied to a motel bed after losing a bet with Dean.
A/N: Sorry guys! I wanted to get this up a bit sooner but I ended up not getting it done. Anywho. Here is is.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: smut, language, oral (female receiving), slight dom!dean, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of over stimulation
Word Count: 2,160

Originally posted by frozen-delight

One of the few good things about having to dress up like FBI agents all the time was that suit ties did an excellent job of securing your wrists to the headboard of a motel bed. You and Dean were drinking the other night, made a bet –that you lost– and now here you were.

“I never took you for the dominating type.” you told him as you laid there already undressed as he tied you up.

“Well, if I’m being honest-” Dean began as he stood up to finish taking his own clothes off- “there’s somethin’ about you sweetheart.”

Your stomach felt as if it was doing back flips from his words and your eyes drifted south as he shredded his last piece of clothing, allowing his cock to spring free. You were certain you let out a whimper at the sight of him.. Dean was quite the sight to see.

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Skinny Love | Jungkook | PT. 1

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

Potential Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Future Smut, Mature Content—cursing, drinking and obviously sex. College!AU

There will be four(?) parts to this. Enjoy part one and please don’t forget to vote and give me feedback. 

-Tee

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04


S A T U R D A Y

You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.

There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.

The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.

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Tengu Boyfriend

I was commissioned by @taika-gwen to write this story about a singer in a tavern finding love with a traveling Tengu who is from the Rakshasa court.

They called you the Songbird of Heckler’s Tavern. It’s not the prettiest place in the world but your voice makes it feel that way. You had started singing in the tavern one night when the main singer had gotten too drunk to go on. You had been working as her assistant for a long time. So that evening when she toppled and wouldn’t budge you put on one of her gowns and took to the stage. Ever since then you’ve become a staple. You took her top billing and you’ve been singing there every night.

Every night as you went on stage you would count the people in the crowd. You’d first count the regulars and then the new faces.  That’s when you spot someone new. It’s a surprise to you that your eye becomes drawn to him. You’ve seen enough new faces to fill several books. This one is different. His pitch feathers glow in the light of the lanterns. His sharp beak polished to a fine shine. Then he wears a long, elegant robe. Something you’ve never seen in this town, let alone the tavern.

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magical-qirl  asked:

"Here's a hint: I'm not telling you" or "Alright im gonna go cry" (or combined bc that has comedic potential) with Steve-O ❤❤❤

 prompt: also asked by anon:  “Alright, I’m gonna go cry” w/ Steve

pairing: steve harrington x reader

rated: t for teen

warnings: cursing here and there

word count: 2647

read it on ao3

Winter time. Winter brought three–no, four good things: holiday season, new years celebration, cold weather, and, of course, your and Steve’s anniversary.

It had only been a year (god, it felt so much longer), since the two of you had begun as an actual thing; since you had become a real couple. The start had been…confusing at first, but after the first date, things had gone smoothly for you both.

As you baked his favorite type of cake from scratch, stirring the mix together as you dropped blue  and red food coloring into the bowl, you reminisced on how you’d both gotten to the point that you were at, now–with him driving down from his university an hour away to visit you.

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Escape - Chapter One

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Sam x Reader, Dean

1,580 Words

Series Warnings: Angst. Show level violence. Graphic gore and blood. Extreme situations that may cause anxiety and fear. Character injury and trauma.

A/N: Strap in, folks. Please note: Any warnings I feel that are necessary for each individual chapter shall be in the hashtags at the bottom so as not to give away the story. Big shout out to @because-imma-lady-assface and @mom-and-popcosmic for their shoulders and ears which I both cried on and screamed into during this process. Much obliged, my darlings. ;) (Heh, look at that, my wifey and husband! ha!) OK… here we go…

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

ESCAPE Masterlist ~  My Masterlist  

Chapter One: A Quick Pit Stop In Hell-

Y/N was smiling, drunk and happy, seated between her two favorite people. She laughed at Dean’s ill-timed punchline and let her head fall to Sam’s shoulder. He pressed his lips to her forehead and she sighed, wrapping her hands tighter around his giant bicep. It was a good night.

Dean went on, rambling excitedly about the time he had singlehandedly taken out a nest of eighteen vampires down near Houston. A few too many beers in, he was loud and carefree, pantomiming the encounter and decapitations with wild, waving arms.

“Eighteen?” Sam laughed, shaking his head at his brother. “I seem to remember that it was six.”

Y/N sat up a bit to add her two cents. “Six? Whoa, the first time he told me, it was nine.”

The couple looked at Dean, who scrunched up his face in thought while counting vamps on his fingers. “Four…six…? OK, whatever. It was a lot and I was awesome. You gotta give me that, Sammy.”

Sam nodded and shrugged a bit, letting Dean keep his grand illusions. He was too tired to fight anyway. The trio had been on a hellish road trip for the last two weeks, picking up a new case as soon as the last had ended.

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Memory Lane

A belated birthday gift for @destieldrabblesdaily! Have some Witch!Cas and accidental magic shenanigans :)

Sorry this didn’t get posted on your actual day of birth, life became VERY BUSY recently for some reason but HERE IT IS NOW.

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“So, what does this do again?”

Dean frowned as he brushed his fingers along the dried-out tentacle from something that Castiel had hanging up along the wall in his work room, alongside several bundles of herbs and various other ingredients that Castiel used in his potions.

Castiel paused his chopping to glance over at his friend.

“It’s highly poisonous, and I would recommend not touching it.”

Dean made a small noise of surprise in the back of his throat and jerked his hand back.

“Jesus, really?”

“No, but please don’t touch it anyway. It’s very rare.”

Nonetheless, Dean rubbed his hand on the front of his jeans as he sat at the table across from Castiel, just in case.

“Not to rush you or anything, but are you about done?” Dean rested his chin in his hands as he watched Castiel begin scooping up the finely-chopped bits of fire beetle and gently poured them into a small vial. “I’ve been dying to try out that new burger place and I’m starving.”

“I have tea in the kitchen if you want something,” Castiel murmured, his concentration never wavering from his work.

“I said I’m hungry.” Dean flopped down into a pout, knowing how much it bugged Cas whenever he dropped his attitude to the age of a twelve-year-old. “You said we could go out to eat today, so here I am.”

Castiel let out a long sigh and wiped off his knife on a napkin.

“Yes. I did. I’m sorry.” He put a stopper in the vial and looked up, a pleading tension in his eyes. “Give me just a few more minutes to finish this. I didn’t realize I was going to have so many potion commissions this week, and I really need to get them completed.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Dean stood up from the table and ruffled Castiel’s hair as he passed.

As much of a hard time as he gave his friend for being so busy now, Dean couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt whenever Castiel mentioned his small business. Trying to get it up and running had been an upward battle for the past two years and that was only after spending the seven years before that honing his craft and practising his magic. Dean had been there for every step of the way; he couldn’t be prouder of Castiel for finally succeeding.

Even if that meant they didn’t to get spend as much time together as Dean would like, anymore.

At least now Castiel didn’t have time to date anyone. Not that he had dated before his business began to boom.

And not that Dean cared.

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Uncharted Waters | R.M.

PAIRING: [Reggie Mantle x River Vixen!Reader]


Like just about any other problem that happened over the summer, yours was an extremely shallow issue compared to what happened to Jason Blossom on the fourth of July. The closest person you might have possibly heard the story about the star quarterback came from an unlikely source—from the arrogant douche himself, Reggie Mantle.

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Scratch

x Jeon Jungkook

AU: You and your boyfriend both attend a private school and rumors go around just like in any typical school, but one of the rumors are that you’re in a relationship with the boy on the wrestling team. The one that many dream of spending a night in bed with. For you hearing people talk about your boyfriend is a daily thing, hearing people talk about their “thirst” for him, but when your boyfriend experiences the same situation… He takes it far from good…

Kinks: Sub!Kook gone Dom!kook, Fight for dominance, hickeys, top!reader + bottom!reader, ROUGH, some fluff, “baby girl”, Anger, BJ, choking, spanking, scratching, ‘too big’ :^) 

SMUT | 4.1k | Masterlist | AO3 ver.


Sweatae Christmas Calendar | Day [5]  

Like in most classes, there were always rumors. Who dated who? Who was still a virgin? Who got drunk the past weekend? All the clichés. Your class was no different.

You were attending a private school, a school of which many children of famous business men and heirs to various companies also attended. Why you attended this school, is a different story.

In you class were the typical groups, nerds, musicians, the plastics, sports geeks and of course your group of friends, more or less categorized as “average” or “uncategorized”. Not to get your class wrong, you all got along beyond well but there was always new gossip each day on who did what of the nerds and what happened at the football game after party with who.

One of the hottest gossips was surrounding you. Well, not you alone, but you and the guy on the wrestling team. You both went in the same classes but he always hung out with his fellow equal minded sports geeks and you with your friends.

You and Jungkook, the name of the boy, found it rather amusing that you had rumors surrounding you, especially since the two of you had in fact been dating since the start of last year.

You had been in the same class and schools since diapers and had gotten to know each other fairly well the past years, to say the least.

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Shakespeare (Part IV)

(Banner made by the incredibly talented @tiostyles)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Hi, hello!! An early update!! I wasn’t feeling too hot about this part but I hope you guys like it. Any and all feedback is appreciated, as always. Enjoy!


It’s not pleasant to wake up in a room without blinds.

Light pierces your eyes, even through the lids. The sun is blaring hot. You can feel an uncomfortable layer of sweat coating your back. When you open your eyes, it takes a few panicked moments to remember where you are.

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Drunken Secrets

Originally posted by therealspideyman

Anonymous Requested: Hiiiiii could I please request a Jonathan Byers imagine where he and the reader are really great friends and Nancy invites them to the halloween party and the reader gets drunk and starts hugging him and giving him like kisses and then when he takes her home she confesses that she likes him and he does the same THANK YOU ILY (Sorry if something is misspelled!)
ahhhh I just finished stranger things 2 too! can you please do anything jonathan related :)))))

Pairing: Jonathan x Reader

Warnings: drunkness? 

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


“Come on, Y/N!” You groaned out in response to Jonathan, your hand falling on his chest in a weak attempt at refusal. You were comfortable right where you were, and you definitely didn’t want to get up or you might throw up. But it seemed that Jonathan wasn’t taking no as an answer as you felt it arms slide around your waist to hoist you up.

“No!” You mumbled out pathetically, slapping him in the back in another weak attempt, but of course it didn’t work and Jonathan managed to haul you out of his car. You gave up the minute he did so, falling against him sleepily as a smile grew on your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Jonathan… no…” You slurred, pressing a gentle kiss against his neck.

Jonathan swallowed the lump in his throat, shutting his car door with a sighed and did his best to lead you to his house. He knew his mother wouldn’t mind, you two had been friends forever and Joyce knew she could trust her son. Not to mention Jonathan knew if he brought you to your home, you’d never hear the end of it from your parents for getting drunk and possibly worse consequences.

What had started as a simple night turned into a much more complicated one for him. Jonathan hadn’t even wanted to go to the party at first, but he’d gone because of your persuasion and puppy-dog eyes. You left his side almost immediately, being pulled away by a few of your friends. While Jonathan was more of an outcast, you were the complete opposite and once in his life Jonathan had feared that would end your friendship. But surprisingly it hadn’t, and you were just as determined as him to not lose him as a friend.

Then when Jonathan finally managed to find you, he found you by the “punch” bowl drinking large gulps of alcohol. His somewhat nice evening turned sour as you begun leaning heavily on him and kissing him everywhere. Jonathan knew he had to get you home, because if he hadn’t been the one to find you, there’s no saying what could’ve happened to you.

“Mom?” He called aloud, repositioning you and hefting you up higher from where you’d slid. “Anyone home?” He glanced at the clock briefly, nodding to himself when he saw he had an hour before he had to go pick up Will. “Come on.” Jonathan mumbled, leading you down the hall to his room.

He let out a heavy sigh as you fell against his bed, and as you mumbled to yourself, Jonathan wasted no time slipping off your shoes. Once he finished that, he slipped of your leather jacket and hefted you up slightly so he could slip the covers over you. Letting his hands fall on your shoulders, he gazed down at you; “get some sleep. I have to go pick up Will really soon, so just get as much sleep as you can.” He explained briefly to you before straightening and turning towards his door.

Jonathan didn’t get very far as your hand quickly reached out to grasp his wrist, pulling him to a stop. You wasted no time pulling him back so he fell on the bed, sitting before you.

“Y/N?”

You smiled drunkedly, “you wanna know a secret?”

Jonathan sighed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that grew as he gazed at your beautiful eyes. “Sure.”

You grinned wider this time, looking around as if to make sure no one else was there before meeting Jonathan’s gaze again. “I love you.” An immediate giggle left your lips as you said this, not noticed in your drunken state Jonathan’s eyes widen and his smile fall.

He shook his head, moving to stand up before you pulled on his hand, staring at him confused. “Don’t you love me back?” You pouted and Jonathan tried to ignore the pang in his heart.

“You’re drunk- Y/N-”

“Did you know those drunk usually tell their most deepest, darkest secrets.” You mumbled, baby talking him. “I do love you.” Jonathan stared into your eyes, unsure if he should believe your words or not. He wanted to- oh god did he want to. He’d been in love with you since he could first understand what love meant, but you were drunk and…

“You’ll see-” You mumbled tiredly, your head slowly falling to the side. “Tomorrow- i’ll…- you’ll see.” Then before Jonathan knew it, your eyes had closed shut and you were asleep. 

Gazing down at your hands, Jonathan bit his lip. “I love you too.”

tacmc  asked:

Drunk Rhys, Cass, and Az talking about their women when they get home from a night out. PLEASE.

Here you go, BFF. This became much fluffier than I anticipated it would be. Enjoy!
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Collapsing on the couch, Rhysand loosened the topmfew buttons on his shirt. The sleeves were already rolled up, exposing his inked forearms and as he stared at the designs, he could have sworn the swirls were moving.
A can popped up open behind him and turned to see Cassian walking into the living room carrying two beers. Azriel was only a few steps behind him, a glass of scotch in his own hand.
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” He asked, even as he took the cold can from his friends hand.
Plopping down next to him, Cass took a large gulp from his own as Azriel took a seat on the fire place. “The girls are off getting primped and pampered at whatever spa Mor took them to. This is our night. Let’s enjoy it.” He held the can in the air, toasting the evening.
Truth be told, their evening had begun about 5 hours ago, in a bar in downtown Velaris. A couple of beers, turned into a few more, which became a couple of shots, and then a few more.
After Ubering home, they elected to just crash at Elain and Azriel’s new home.
As it were, Cassian was staring around the room. “So did you even get a say in the decorating?”
Az just quirked a dark brow at his brother. “What do you mean?”
Cass motioned around the room. “Dude. There’s fucking flowers everywhere.”
Azriel rolled his eyes as Rhys began to chuckle. “Right, or I could decorate my home like you decorated the apartment to surprise Nesta.”
A drunken outright giggle bubbled through Rhys’s lips as he remembered the look on Nesta’s face as they all walked into the apartment for the first time, her unknowing Cass had decorated it with the finest Illyrian war memorabilia he could find. He spent weeks returning and shipping old weapons and documents back their former homes, and soon his own home looked less like a museum and more like the place he’d live with the love of his life.
A set of hazel eyes turned towards Rhys. “And what are you laughing about? That man cave you always bragged about looks pretty good as an artist’s studio I guess.”
Rhys pursed his lips. “Touché,” he said.
The males laughed and fell into a gentle quiet.
“How the hell did we get so lucky?” Azriel whispered, breaking the silence, his speech slightly slurred.
“I don’t know, man,” Cassian said, as usual the most intoxicated of the trio. “But I’ll do anything I can to make Nes happy for the rest of my life.”
The men looked at each other, and the coincidence was not lost on them. The three outcasts who had grown up as brothers had fallen in love with the three most beautiful women who had even walked on this earth.
“There’s this thing that Elain does,” Azriel mused, leaning his elbows on his knees, empty glass between his legs. “Before I come to bed. She’ll get into my side first, and warm it up for me, before scooting to her own side to fall asleep. After I finish my paperwork or whatever I’m doing, every night, without fail, my said of the bed is warm, and my pillow smells like her.” He leaned back on his hands and looked at the ceiling. “It seems stupid, but, I don’t know.” He paused. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Cassian kicked his boots off and rested his socked feet on the edge of the the coffee table. “Nesta wakes up at 5:15 every single morning to make me coffee.” His brothers’ eyebrows shot up. If there was one thing known about the eldest Archeron sister, it was that she valued her sleep. Cass only nodded. “She wakes up on her own every morning to get up and make me coffee while I’m in the shower. Since we moved in together, there’s been a fresh cup of coffee, made just how I like it, steaming on the bathroom counter, waiting for me when I get out of the shower. And she’s already curled up back in bed, fast asleep.” He stopped at looked at his brothers. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Rhys smiled, thinking about how three years ago, he’d accidentally spilled his drink on a girl at the New Year’s party his friend was throwing, and today, she was his wife and somehow, her sisters loved his brothers.
“What about you, man?”
Rhys’s head snapped up at the sound of Azriel’s voice. He and Cass were looking at him, the misty haze of the liquor from the night softening his friend’s faces. “What?”
“What does Feyre do to prove that she loves you?” Cassian asked.
Rhysand sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“She does…,” he paused and thought.“Well, everything.” He smiled. “If I have a shit day at the office, I come home to one of my favorite meals without having to say anything. If I’m aggravated at a client, she takes me to the gym to train instead of sitting there and getting angrier and angrier. She’s my other half. It’s not just that she loves me. I’ve never loved anyone that much.”
Cassian held his can out in front of him. “To the Archeron girls. May they never figure out how much better than us they can do.”
With a laugh, the clinked glasses and finished off the rest of their drinks, hearts and dignity intact.

This Isn’t You

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Request:  Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???

Word Count: 2,354

This Isn’t You

“You want another beer?” Brian asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing and talking vociferously.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.

“What about you?” I asked him. 

“What?” he mumbled back.

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crawling back to you | mingyu

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

characters: lovesick!mingyu/reader (ambiguous)

word count: 1k+

genre: kind of angsty?, more so kind of unintentionally fluffy

a/n: this happened while I was listening to arctic monkeys. sorry abt the small absence, i’ll get back to writing love.exe now. also i don’t know where this came from

other notes: cursing, hurt!mingyu, sexual talk, but no smut, seriously lots of cursing

He coughs, hunching over, feeling bile rise up in the back of his throat.

He pushes it back down, and sloppily gets back up, only keeping his balance by holding on to the bathroom counter. He hated to say it, but for once, Kim Mingyu looked like absolute shit.

It’d been several nights since he’d last seen you, and what could he say? He was having withdrawals. Circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and he looked deathly pale in the mirror, although it could also have just been his vision fooling him again.

He was sweating heavily, and his head pounded. “Fuck,” he cursed, struggling to maintain his balance as he pushed the bathroom door open again.

God, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Mingyu stumbled into his bedroom, sloppily falling on top of his bed, breathing heavily.

His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead in clumps, and he gripped the sheets in frustration.

He needed you.

For once, it wasn’t sexual frustration, no, that even he had too much of sometimes.

This was romantic deprivation. He lacked—no, he absolutely craved your love.

This wasn’t innocent puppy love, either. This was the kind of romance that made him obsessed, made his heart beat faster, and tired him out. It wasn’t cute, love-struck bullshit, no, not at all.

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Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)

Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel

Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all. 

Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!

Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”

Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.

Originally posted by itsanightmareinmyhead

You were choking.

The walls closed in until they crushed you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs. You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.

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