there is a reason for this his arms and legs literally fell off okay

Altean broom closet

((CLAUSTRAPHOBIC LANCE fic under the cut with some Klangst and some cuddling))

He doesn’t remember what the fight is about, but he knows it’s petty. Something stupid that they both blew out of proportion.

“Do you ever just shut up!?” Keith yells, bringing a hand up to the bridge of his nose.

Lance folded his arms, “Do you ever stop saying stupid shit!?” he mocked, getting into Keith’s face with an angry step forward.

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10 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,308

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence and alcohol

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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I Still Haven’t Won Against You

Part 1


Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. He finally got the rematch he wanted so badly but he lost again.

Genre: Mafia AU, smuttish

Word count: 2,590

Originally posted by mc-gyu

You have no idea how you got yourself in this situation. Seemingly only a few seconds ago you were afraid to go out of your house, hoping not to meet him and the next he had you pinned against the wall, making you feel all sorts of things. And now! Now you’re sitting, playing that stupid strip poker he came up with it. Luckily for you, you were so much better at this, still having all your clothes on. You watched him take off his shirt and throw it on the ground. You took the wine glasses and sipped your drink, hoping he won’t notice you staring.

“How the fuck I keep losing against you is beyond me,” he sighed, leaning his head against the armchair. “I need another drink.”

He stood up and went to the kitchen. He kept doing that every time he lost, getting more and more irritated when he came back. Mostly because his phone has been ringing non stop all evening. You heard him argue with someone again before he hung up and continued the trail of thought he had.

“It’s been like what? The 5th time I lost now?” he shouted from the kitchen.

“6th,” you corrected him.

“And here I hoped I will get to see you in all your glory,” he pouted.

“Keep whishing,” you thought, standing up and picking his shirt up. You put in next to his other clothes. At least he still had his pants on. You noticed something fall out of the shirt and bent down to pick it up. You couldn’t believe this. It was a card. That sneaky bastard was cheating all this time! But you still managed to win, the goddess of fortune was on your side.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” startled, you jumped up. You didn’t feel him approach you from behind at all. You turned around to look at him.

“What’s this? You cheater ~” you teased him, waving the card in front of his face. He quickly snatched him from your hand.

“You left me no other choice.”

“Yeah right! I knew you were a cheater. I noticed it the first time we played.”

“Oho!.. You noticed? The first time?” this caught his attention. He took a few steps to you, still holding the wine bottle in one of his hands. “Were you watching me?”

You started blushing, of course you were. He was sitting right across you but that wasn’t the only reason. He took a few more steps to you, till you hit the table with your back. He set the bottle on it, cornering you between his hands. You put your palms against his well toned chest in attempt to push him off a little but he kept his stance. You could feel his heart beating.

“Were you?” he whispered to your ear, leaning closer.

“Weren’t you?” you retorted. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked you in the eyes.

“Caught me red handed,” he breathed out. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “That’s what makes you special,” he said, before clashing his lips with yours. You didn’t know what you expected but you must say the wine tasted better off his lips. He pushed you to the table, before lifting you up and setting you on top of it, only then breaking the kiss but he still was so close, you could breathe in his air.

“Are we too drunk or do you really want this?” he whispered. You hooked your legs around his waist and you chuckled as he kissed you again, picking you up and going in the direction of his room. “I will take that as a yes.”

You heard his phone ring again but you two completely ignored it. He threw you on the bed, almost falling on top of you. Your hair spreading everywhere.  He took a few strands off your face, stroking them gently.

“Shit, with all this obsession to play with you, I never got the chance to tell you, how beautiful you are,” instead of letting him see you blushing, you used this opportunity to get another kiss, yanking on the tie he still was wearing for some reason, you ran your tongue over his lips.

“So needy,” he breathed out before going in for it. As he swirled his tongue around yours, he tugged your hair slightly to allow better access. He pulled away to get some air but you two were still connected by a slim trail of saliva. He bit down on his lip.

“Shit,” he said, nibbling down on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He continued from the ear down to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, making sure to leave marks. You could hear his phone going off in the distance.

“Don’t,” you panted out, raking through his hair with your fingers. “Don’t answer.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, shoving his knee between your thighs, he got one hand under your skirt and began hiking it up before you stopped him.

“How about you start from the top?”

“How about you don’t interrupt and let me take care of things,” he smirked, getting a hold of your arms and pinning them above your head, still doing what you suggested. He began unbuttoning your shirt but he quickly got tired of it and quite literally ripped it open.

“Wonwoo!” you whined, “This shirt was expensive.”

“Don’t worry, I will buy you a thousand more like it, after this,” he took it off and threw it on the ground along with his tie. You couldn’t help but notice how stunned he was.

“What? What is it?”

“They’re perfect,” he said more to himself than to you. He cupped your breasts. “So perfect, they fit right into my hands.”

“Wait for what you will see when you take this off then,” you teased.

“Can’t wait to find out,” he unclasped your bra. As if knowing what’s going to happen tonight you even put on the one that opens up in the front. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just him but somehow you didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed exposing your half naked body like that. He went straight for one of them, planting kisses and sometimes sucking harshly while kneading the other. He pulled away, admiring his work, he brushed over the marks he left, making you fell sparks all over your body. Your breathing hitched as you couldn’t take the tension anymore.  

“Wonwoo-“ you whimpered.

“You asked for this yourself,” he teased, getting one of your nipples between his teeth and biting on it, making you moan.

“I would prefer if you were louder,” he took it whole into his mouth, you could feel his tongue snake  around it, when he released it with a pop. You immediately realized what it was. His phone. Again.

“Don’t you dare,” you ordered.

“Those pricks,” he hissed before giving you a quick peck on the lips and standing up.

“Wonwoo!” you shouted after him. What an asshole! Is he seriously going to leave you hanging like this? You lay down on the bed waiting for him to come back. After listening to his shouts who were incomprehensible from this distance, for at least five minutes, you clasped your bra back on and took your shirt from the ground, putting it on. You got off the bed and went to where he was. As you got closer you could hear the bits of the conversation.

“I said I’m not coming a hundred times today… No… No, it’s not about her… Can’t you just raid them and be done with it?.. Why am I even needed?.. No, you listen to me you motherfu-“

“Fuck!!” he shouted, smashing, his phone on the ground. His chest was rising from heavy breathing. You could see that he was pissed. Something that still scared you.

“Those idiots can’t do anything without me,” he clenched his fists, before turning around and noticing you standing in the doorway. He came up to you and started buttoning your shirt up.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “Work,” he simply stated.

He had trouble with the buttons though because he ripped half of them off a few minutes ago, so he got his shirt from the armchair, where you placed it before. It was way too big for you but you loved it, it had his smell rubbed off on it. He buttoned you up all the way to the top and you felt like a child, letting him dress you up like that.

“Is that it? Just like that?”

“I’m sorry but this is important…” he sighed. “I must say that this is way harder for me than for you.”

You caught up with what he meant right off the bat, sparing a quick glance down to his waist. He went to the hall to get your shoes and you closely followed after him.

“I already called for your ride back home, so don’t worry about that,” he explained. He gave you your shoes but you didn’t feel like putting them on. “Please don’t get mad… I feel like… I finally got to talk to you, even touch you without you running away… I want to know that I still have a chance.”

You didn’t know what to say, him saying those things didn’t feel like him at all, you were used to seeing him all cheeky and sly so you just gave him a smile while he guided you to the elevator. He went inside of it and gave you one last passionate kiss, he looked you in the eyes still holding onto your bottom lip with his teeth for a while before stepping out and pressing the button for the ground floor.

“When?” you asked.

“Be patient,” he said, as the door closed.

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As soon as you were alone you pressed your head against the cold metal wall of the elevator. Oh my god! Were you about to have a one night stand with your ‘stalker’? That’s so not like you. Or could it have been something more? You were completely spaced out that you realized you need to get off when other people started getting in. You walked into the lobby and ignoring the looks people were giving you, started putting your high heels on.

“You must be Y/N.”

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” you looked up to see a man, almost as handsome as Wonwoo is.

“I’m Seungcheol. I will take you home. Come with me,” he said, going to the exit. You quickly finished putting your shoes on and followed after him.

“Were you the one who called him just now?”

“Nope. He has his own things to take care of,” he opened the back door of his car for you.

“Can’t I sit in the front?”

“It will be safer if you sit in the back,” he said. You decided not to argue and got in. The back windows were tinted. Maybe that’s what he meant. Why are you so trusting anyway? At least you can blame it on you being quite drunk if anything happens.

“I live on-“

“I know where you live,” he said, looking at you through the rear view mirror and starting the engine. “Wonwoo told me all about you. Actually the only thing he has been talking about for the past months was you.”

You wondered what he knew and if Wonwoo and him are close. You decided to use this opportunity to find out something about him because he seemingly knew everything there is to know about you.

“I heard he lost against you,” he was the first to speak again. “That was a big surprise for all of us. He hadn’t lost in ages,” he laughed.

“Is that good or bad?” you asked him.

“Depends,” he gave you a quick glance again. “What were you two doing up there?”

“Why cards?” you changed the subject quickly.

“It’s almost the only thing he’s good at. He got himself in a pretty nasty situation. He needed money. The easiest way for him to get some was poker,” he took a sharp turn and you slid down the seat. You found the seatbelt and fastened it. How fast is he driving?

“What did he need the money for?”

“If you don’t know this, it means he didn’t tell you on purpose. I guess if he wants to, he will tell you yourself one day,” he shrugged. After taking a few more turns, you were already home.

“Last question,” you said. “Who are you exactly?”

“I’m the leader.”

“The leader?” you repeated. “Of what?”

“He never told you that too?” he started laughing again. “Then the only thing I can tell you right now is that I’m his boss.”

Is he serious? Leader? Boss? What the hell is he talking about? Both of them are suspicious after all.

“Getting serious though,” he said, turning in his seat and sending you a glare. “I hope I never see you again. You distract him too much,” he leaned over the seats and opened the door for you. “Now, could you please get out of my car?”

You gave him a quick thanks and stepped out, slamming the door shut. You watched him speed away, down the street. Rude.

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He told you to be patient but it has already been a few weeks till your little get together. You had to finish these documents by the end of the week but everything from the clock to the thoughts of him sidetracked you. Someone knocked at your door and you got up from your place on the sofa to go get them. You looked through the keyhole and opened them with the speed of light.

“Wonwoo?” you questioned.

He came in and kicked the door close with his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist. He started kissing your neck and you had to push him off.

“Wonwoo are you drunk?” you could smell the alcohol from here.

“I need you,” he said, embracing and holding on to you tightly. He nuzzled his head in your neck. “Sometimes… I just can’t do this.”

“Do what?” you asked but he was quiet. “Wonwoo?.. Are you?.. Are you crying?”

You brushed his hair off his face. He was actually half asleep. Great.

“How much did you drink? Why were you drinking in the first place?” you threw his hand, around your shoulder and dragged him to the bed. Man is he heavy. You dropped him down but as if he waiting for this precise moment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He rolled over, so he could be on top.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started.”

“I’m not doing anything with you tonight, you’re too drunk.”

He hovered above you for a few seconds. Gazing into your eyes when he plopped down on top of you.

“You’re right,” he whined. “I want to remember every second of it.”

“Wonwoo, could you maybe get off? You’re heavy.”

He did as you asked but still didn’t let go and instead snuggled up to you.

“I’m staying over,” he said.

“Of course you are,” you rolled your eyes.

“You know,” he started again. “I never won against you.”

“So?”

“So…” he said, drawing your body closer to him. “I still can’t let you go,” he whispered into your ear.

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

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{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

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warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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Faster?

Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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Are You Mine?

Summary: Teaching was never Dan’s dream job. It’s just something he kind of stumbled into, but after working at Greenbrook Secondary for two years, he finds himself loving everything about it. Except for maybe the feelings he’s having for one of his students.

Genre: Smut with feels

Word count: 8,067

Kinks: Student/Teacher, hickeys, a lil bit of dirty talk, fucking to Arctic Monkeys (it’s a kink, I swear)

Notes: This is a request from my friend @jinx279. I hope it suffices after the long ass time I made you wait.

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do you wanna touch me (there) - Isaac Lahey one shot *smut*

Summary: After an exhausting day of running errands, you were disappointed to return home to an empty loft. Or so you thought.

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Mature for graphic sexual content, heavy swearing

Originally posted by smutdiaries


“I’m home!” you announced as you entered the loft, struggling to carry a week’s worth of groceries. Thinking you could hulk it out, you had grabbed all the bags from your car at the same time. Second trips were a bitch.

One of the bags slightly teetered against your arm, threatening to topple over. “Anyone here? I could use some help!”  you desperately requested. You were met with silence.

“Guys?” you squeaked. Still nothing.

Yeah, you regretted everything. 

Feeling like a rejected soccer mom, you huffed against a lock of hair that had fallen over your face. You trudged across the loft and into the kitchen, gingerly setting the groceries onto the counter. 

“Children,” you grumbled bitterly to yourself. Even though you were all the same age. Well, excluding Derek.  

“Everyone just runs around town chasing their little monsters, trying to save the whole damn world when they can’t even take care of themselves… So I’m just supposed to cook, clean, AND do their shopping for them… Which, okay fine, I don’t even mind that much. But it’s not like anyone has ever offered to help me with anything… “ You continued to mumble grievances under your breath as you stored the food away.

You placed Stiles’ favorite Cap’n Crunch cereal into a cabinet and Isaac’s cookie dough ice cream into the fridge followed by Lydia’s fat free Greek yogurt and Derek’s ample selection of lean meat and vegetables. Then, you put Scott’s specially requested three different flavors of Lay’s chips into the pantry and arranged Allison’s vegan cheese and bread on the counter.

You sighed as you leaned against the counter to relieve your sore feet. 

Suddenly, you heard a crash followed by a swift “fuck!”

You swiveled around, startled by the unexpected outcry. Sounds like someone was home after all.

Irritation bubbled under your skin as you set off to track down the source of the noise. You were rather curious as to who it was and what they were doing because apparently it was far more important than responding to your cries for help.

One by one, you kicked open the doors lining the hallway. You were feeling dramatic. 

All of the rooms were vacant so far, but there was one left at the end of the hall.

It belonged to Isaac.

You narrowed your eyes at his door, ajar and unsuspecting. You marched forward, ready to FBI his sorry ass when suddenly a deep, guttural moan broke through the air.

“Fuck… yes…”

You froze. Was he…? 

No. No way.

But it couldn’t hurt to confirm.

Creeping towards his room, you carefully nudged his door, peeking inside. What you saw caused your jaw to drop to the floor. 

It was Isaac, laying naked on his bed with a fist wrapped resolutely around his cock. He was a sight to behold with his mouth gaping, eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy as he stroked himself up and down. A sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead and chest. His cheeks were tinted bright pink. He looked divine, ethereal even, a sharp contrast to the filthy moans that tumbled sporadically from his lips. 

Irritation quickly forgotten, you stood dumbly outside his door, transfixed by his movements. Well, this explains why he couldn’t hear you earlier. Looking down at his floor, you saw a broken lamp discarded by his bed. You thought back to the loud crash you’d heard. Perplexed, you wondered how in the world this kid managed to break his lamp trying to have a wank.

A faint whimper redirected your attention to Isaac. His bed was positioned against the wall of his doorway, so he was facing away from you, but you had a full shot of his body. You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You knew it was wrong, lurking like a creep behind him. Even though basic human decency would dictate that you leave immediately and give your friend his privacy, you physically couldn’t turn away, too afraid to miss a single moment. 

He was somehow more beautiful than you’d imagined. His body, splayed out in careless abandon, was something straight out of a Michelangelo painting. His arm strained to maintain his pace, muscles taut under glistening skin. A light smattering of hair adorned his chest, followed by a provocative trail leading down to his considerable erection.

Captivated by its sheer size, you swallowed your gasp, inspecting all the prominent lines and veins that decorated his cock. You licked your lips, mouth dry with desire. You’d never been so turned on before. 

It’s not that you weren’t sexually experienced, but those other guys barely lasted thirty seconds before they finished without you, leaving you unsatisfied and underwhelmed. Seeing Isaac pleasure himself was getting you off more than any of them ever had. 

You closed your legs, rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to quell some of the tension pooling in your stomach. You weren’t even in the same room as Isaac and he was sending you over the edge. At this point, oxygen was becoming an issue as your struggled to even out your breathing. In response, your heart rate spiked, trying to restore equilibrium to your wanton state. 

Passively, you wondered why Isaac hadn’t sensed your body’s reaction yet, what with his werewolf hearing and smell. He should’ve heard your heart pounding or at least caught whiffs of your arousal. You were embarrassingly drenched. 

You strained your ears, trying to listen to what Isaac was saying. For about a minute, all you heard were soft moans until a rather strangled grunt caught your attention.

“[y/n]…” 

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock.

Did he just say your name? Did Isaac Lahey just moan your name as he jerked himself off? It seemed more likely that you had finally reached the point of being horny where you just straight up start hallucinating.

In your everyday life, Isaac never regarded you as more than just a friend. You let him copy your Chemistry homework and he helped you train, running miles with you and teaching you fighting techniques, insisting you needed to learn in case he “wasn’t there to protect you.” 

Sure, every once in a while, he fell asleep with his head in your lap and you pretended that he didn’t nuzzle your inner thigh with his nose. And sometimes, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his scarf around your neck because he said he liked knowing you were warm and you ignored how good he smelled up close. 

But just because you fancied that there could be something deeper between you two doesn’t mean that he felt the same. It was impossible that Isaac was getting himself off thinking about you, especially because he was seemed so engrossed in his actions that he didn’t even notice that you were standing less than six feet away from him.

You were definitely hallucinating. 

“[y/n], fuck,” Isaac grunted again.

Or not.

He was louder this time, rubbing himself more aggressively. You sucked in a breath. Nope, definitely hadn’t imagine that.

This was real. Isaac was saying your name. Not Allison, not Lydia. You. 

You leaned pitifully against his doorway, your knees giving out at the realization that you were the driving force behind his euphoria. Out of all the resources at his disposal, he chose to think about you. You were the reason he was panting like a dog, gripping his sheets and muttering obscenities, one hand still deliciously twisting around his engorged shaft. 

“God, fucking dammit,” Isaac gritted, his voice quivering with desperation. He was close. 

You started to bounce on your toes, all of a sudden torn between your feelings. Fear hit you first because all you wanted to do right now was straddle him and help him finish, looking directly into his eyes as he repeated your name again and again. But what if he got angry that you’d been spying on him? You were currently in major violation of his privacy and if this went south, your friendship might not sustain the awkwardness.

A wave of courage surged through you. What if you decided to be bold? And what if he actually reciprocated your feelings? It seemed your lust, combined with your infatuation and dangerously inflated ego, had fostered a new brazen personality. You were tired of always putting others first, never pursuing what you wanted. 

Fuck it. What did you really have to lose? If he rejects you, you could just tell him to go fuck himself. Literally. While moaning your name.

Also, not only did you really want to do this, but you’d always considered yourself a good friend. If Isaac wanted to get off, then you were going to help. 

Taking a deep breath, you confidently strode over the threshold of Isaac’s bedroom, slamming the door into the wall. Your sudden intrusion alarmed Isaac out of his reverie. His unfocused eyes met yours, then widened in bewilderment.

“[y/n], shit,” Isaac scrambled around, seemingly trying to stand up and cower away at the same time. You swiftly made your way over, mounting his thighs and pushing his shoulders back down. He looked up at you, stunned in disbelief. You were both surprised by your dominance. 

“Hiii,” you chimed, your mouth tugging up at one corner. “What’s up?” 

You affectionately brushed away some curly tendrils stuck to his forehead. Isaac stilled at your touch, almost imperceptibly tilting his head into your palm. He swallowed, still unsure of what was happening. Frankly, you didn’t know either, improvising as you went along.

“[y/n], what’s going on?” he asked nervously, still panting a little. 

“I could hear you from the kitchen.”

“Oh–wait the kitchen?! You heard me… all the way from the kitchen. Great,” he finished lamely. “Was anyone else with you?”

“Nah.”

“Okay, that’s–that’s good. Yeah,” he stuttered. “Um, did you hear everything I said?” 

“Yeah, I was standing outside your door,” you bluntly confessed. His face turned a deeper shade of red.

“Shit, okay, you know that I wasn’t being some creepy guy just jerking off to your name, right? I mean, I was jerking off… and saying your name… But it isn’t like that, I promise. You’re more special than that, okay? I didn’t even know anyone was home! Fuck, [y/n], you have every right to hate me–” 

You swooped down suddenly, pressing your lips against his, cutting him off mid-rant. Isaac sharply sucked in through his nose, going rigid under you in shock. You kept some distance between your bodies, supporting yourself on your hands to avoid overwhelming him all your weight. You lingered for a few moments, your hair curtaining your joined lips as you waited for him to recover. Hesitantly, Isaac responded, parting his lips as he leaned up to meet your movements.

Gradually gaining confidence, he lifted his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and bringing you flush against him. He cradled your jaw, holding you in place as he kissed you back emphatically. 

Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulder, clinging to him as your mind swam in delight. But when Isaac started to grind his bare hips into yours, you swiftly pulled away, surprised that you’d gotten carried away so fast. You sat up, taking in the flustered expression on his face, his eyes half-lidded in disorientation. You bit your lip, stifling the laughter bubbling in your chest.

“So, I guess I don’t hate you,” you remarked casually, gently caressing his cheek with your knuckles. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, which was still very red from your previous ministrations. 

Isaac blinked, absorbing your words, his chest heaving up and down. He looked forward at where your clothed sex hovered a few millimeters above his still erect cock that now rested against his stomach. 

“Christ, [y/n],” Isaac breathed out. You could tell he was still wrestling with his emotions just like you were earlier. His eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. Patiently, you waited for him to sort out his thoughts.

“Let me get this straight. So you just barged in here, fully aware of what I was doing, then climbed on top of me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am naked.” Isaac’s voice inflected at the end as he flippantly motioned to his persistent erection. “Then, you kissed me. And pulled away like ten seconds later!”

You nodded thoughtfully, then burst into giggles, amused by how baffled he sounded. If this is how people reacted when you stepped out of your comfort zone, you never wanted to play it safe again.

“And your point is?” you inquired innocently, a smirk teasing your features. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, locking his jaw. 

“I mean, was there a problem with what I did? Because if you’d prefer to just take care of yourself, you can tell me. I’ll just leave you to it,” you shrugged nonchalantly, slightly lifting off the bed. You were abruptly pulled back down by Isaac’s large hands clasping your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he held you down. You huffed out a breath of laughter, placing your hands on his torso to balance yourself.

“You shouldn’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he warned evenly, his thumbs tracing circles on your inner thighs. You sobered at his tone, now trying to hold back a whimper. 

“What if I want you to finish?” you challenged. “What if I want to watch you finish, hear you say my name over and over like you were doing earlier.” 

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk pulling at his mouth. Neither of you had ever experienced your smug side before.

“Tell me what this is, [y/n], and we’ll do anything you want. Tell me what happens next,” he demanded, his voice so commanding that you felt it rumble through your core.

You exhaled, considering the implications of his questions.

“Well, I don’t know what ‘this’ is… but I know I don’t want to stop,” you offered candidly. 

“Yeah?” Isaac murmured with a small smile, kneading his hands up and down your thighs. “I don’t want to stop either.”

“That’s good,” you whispered airily, shivering as his fingers trailed the bare skin just below your ass. “And as for what happens next…”

You crossed your arms over you body, grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it over your head. 

“That depends on you telling me exactly what you pictured me doing while you were touching yourself.” 

Even though you spoke confidently, you secretly wished you’d worn a different bra. Maybe something lacy or black, just anything that wasn’t white and cotton and thrown on in haste. But Isaac didn’t seem to mind, staring open-mouthed at your chest. 

He looked at you, rendered speechless by your initiative. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes a darker shade of blue than before. 

“This looks about right, actually,” Isaac approved. He folded his hands behind his head, propping himself up. He observed you, cocky and thrilled that you were giving yourself to him. “We’re just missing one thing…”

You frowned, cocking your head to the side. What did you forget? 

He chuckled lightly at your questioning look, answering you silently by gently tugging you forward to slam his lips against yours. Oh. 

You smiled into the kiss, giddy with contentment, thinking back to before when you’d pulled away a little too early. You were eager to act out all of Isaac’s fantasies, but you would’ve also been happy if this is all he wanted to do tonight. 

Because right here–you wrapped in his embrace, his hand in your hair, your tongue in his mouth–was exactly how you pictured it.

It Started With A Treehouse (G.D.)

I havent written any Grayson smut in forever soooooo here take this garbage lmao

@scuteedolans @dangly-feather-earring-dolan @pinksnapbackbullshit

              Ethan, Grayson, and I had been inseparable for our entire lives. We grew up as neighbors, the twins ran into my backyard and climbed into my tree house scaring the hell out of me when we were five years old and the rest is pretty much history. Our parents became friends, we went on vacations together, we were babysat together, and we got along great so we basically grew up in each other’s pockets. As we got older the twins grew like weeds and bulked up quite a bit. There was no denying that they were handsome young men, I just wasn’t attracted to either of them. Or so I thought.

                As time went on, I realized a little part of me always loved Grayson a little bit more than Ethan. I always gave in to him, whether it be where we went to eat or what game we played. All he had to do was look up at me through the thick fringe of his eyelashes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and my resolve would crumble in an instant. His face would split into a beautiful grin, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and I’d melt. Of course, to his face I would scoff and pretend to be irritated but I was never really upset. I don’t think I ever could be.

               It was late on Saturday night, and my phone rang with a text message.

*Group Chat*

G: hey sluts, movie night?

E: first off, rude. second, no.

Me: why not E? hot date tonight?! Lmaooooo

G: yeah right, Y/N. maybe with his left hand.

Me: EW

E: HEY LISTEN I COULD GET A DATE IF I WANTED ONE

G: suuuuuure ya could buddy.

E: I don’t see you on many dates dear brother so….

Me: OH SICK BURN BABY

G: you two are the worst

E: aww ya sad now?

Me: yeah gray, ya gonna cry?

G: fuck offfffff. Is anyone coming to watch this fucking movie with me or what????

E: I already said no, dingus. I’m sleeping at Aaron’s house tonight

G: so you DO have a hot date!

Me: don’t let things get too sexy tonight E!

E: you are both monsters.

Me: gray I’m in for a movie if you want. As long as its nothing that sucks.

G: do my choices ever suck?????

Me: um remember the 4th of july with the twizzlers and half a bottle of fireball???

G: I MEANT MY MOVIE CHOICES NOT MY LIFE CHOICES Y/N.

Me: mhmmmmmm

G: I came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.

E: gray that was lame

Me: you are LITERALLY a living meme

G: yeah but you love me baby!

E: I don’t!

Me: yeah yeah whatever I’ll be over in 5

G: YAY!

               I put my phone in my pocket before I slipped my shoes on. I called out to my mother to let her know where I was going on my way out the door. I walked across the driveway and into the Dolan’s front yard. I didn’t bother knocking and I just walked inside. I knew everyone else was gone because the only car in the driveway was Grayson’s. That’s when reality hit. I was alone with him in this big house. Why the fuck was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? I needed to relax and act normal. I could not let my minor crush come bubbling to the surface right this very second.

               “GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN WHERE YOU AT?!” I shouted from the front hallway. “I’M IN HERE!” I heard him yell in response from the living room. I grinned and started running. When I hit the living room I dove over the arm of the couch and tackled Grayson onto the cushions. “Y/N what the hell girl?! Are you tryin to kill me?” He said while laughing. His laughter shook my body as I was still on top of him. “You know I like to make an entrance.” I said while climbing off of him. I flopped onto the couch next to him with my feet in his lap. “Go ahead G, fire it up!” He chuckled while pressing play on the remote.

               About an hour into the movie, I started to get tired and uncomfortable because of the way I was sitting. Grayson’s large hand wrapped around my ankle. Still staring at the screen, he said “Stop squirming.” My heartbeat quickened just a little and I let out a fake irritated sigh. He patted his thigh and said “Come on.” I smiled a little and rearranged myself so my head was resting in his lap. Grayson knew this was my favorite way to lay but he also knew I always fell asleep like this too. Sure enough he started stroking my hair and in a matter of minutes I was asleep.

               About an hour later I started to wake up but Grayson was still stroking my hair so I didn’t open my eyes. Call me selfish but it was soothing and I didn’t want him to stop. I cracked one eye open and his phone was close enough to my face that I could read his texts. Now I didn’t want to spy but teasing Gray was kinda my favorite thing and if there was something funny in his texts I could use against him, you can bet your ass I would. He was texting Ethan and the hand that wasn’t stroking my hair, was flying over his keyboard.  It took all of my strength not to shiver while reading his conversation.

G: e I need help

E: whats up bro?

G: im freaking out. Y/N’s head is in my lap

E: dude this isn’t new. she does that all the time

G: e you KNOW this is different. You know how I feel about her!

E: yeah and that’s why I went to Aarons! Man up!

G: I don’t know what to do! God damn it I want to touch her so bad

E: okay well don’t be weird about it. Just like touch her arm or something idk man!

G: ethan you have no idea what she does to me I cant fucking breathe rn

E: well im going to leave you to it FIGURE IT OUT BUD!

G: ETHAN NO

G: ETHAN I SWEAR TO GOD

G: FUCK

               He clicked the power button on his phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch, and his head dropped back, a sigh escaping his lips. Now that I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him, I pulled the courage from inside of me and decided that I was going to make the move to go further. I pretended to still be asleep and I rolled over so my face was inches from his toned stomach. I could hear him gasp above me and I bit back a grin. I stretched out like a cat as his hand ran down my spine. I slowly dragged my hand over the growing bulge in Grayson’s jeans. A groan spilled from his lips and I could feel his body tense up. I slowly blinked my eyes open and grinned up at him. “Are you sure sweetheart? Because if we do this, you gotta be sure.” He asked quietly. I could see the hope shining in his eyes and a shy grin appeared on his face as I nodded.

               As soon as he had confirmation that I was okay with this, a fire ignited in his eyes and his hand traveled down between my thighs. He began rubbing small tight circles over my clit through my leggings. All reasonable thought flew out of my head at the feeling of his fingers on my most sensitive area. My hips bucked against his hand and moans spilled from my lips. “These need to come off.” Grayson said, pulling at my pants. I stood up and removed my leggings, feeling exposed. “C’mere baby.” He said, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his lap.

               Grayson tucked his head into my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. My hips began to grind down onto his thick thigh and I couldn’t control my sighs as my clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. At this point I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. “Fuck baby. You like riding my thigh? Does that feel good?” Grayson growled, his hands guiding my hips back and forth on his leg. “Yes! Hngg-oh my god Grayson!” I whined out. One of his hands left my hip and snaked down to rub me through my panties. He pushed them to the side and sank 2 thick fingers into me. I gasped at the intrusion and he grinned me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. I tipped my head down and sealed my lips with his. He pumped his fingers in and out of my dripping center and my mouth fell open. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could feel that heat coiling in my belly.

               Grayson withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my mouth. I sucked his index finger into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the thick digits. I looked into his eyes as I continued sucking and he let out a low hiss.

               “That’s it. Enough fucking around.” He growled as he flipped me onto my back. Grayson stood up and unbuckled his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. He pushed my knees apart and settled between my thighs. “Please Grayson. I need you.” I whined, on the brink of tears. “Shh don’t cry baby. Daddy knows what you need.” He whispered, lining his length up with my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

               Grayson pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, an animalistic sound ripping out of my throat. He began thrusting into me at a near punishing pace and I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips. “Please Daddy! God you feel so good! I can’t hold on!” I screamed. “Yeah that’s right baby. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you need my cock.” Grayson grunted into my ear, his warm breathe fanning over my heated skin. “Ugh-Gray you feel so good inside me. Your cock is the best I’ve ever had! I’m gonna come!” I whimpered in response.

               His hand gently tightened around my throat, beginning to cut off my air supply. He kept thrusting quickly, his face twisting and contorting as he chased his release. His hand kept tightening around my throat and the air was getting thinner and thinner. The lack of oxygen made my blood feel like it was boiling and my clit was throbbing. Just as my vision started to darken Grayson removed his hand and used it to rub my clit in tight circles as I sucked in a huge breath. The sudden intake of oxygen mixed with his touches threw me right over the edge as I exploded around him. “FUCK!” Grayson shouted into the empty room as my pussy continued to flutter around him. After another half dozen powerful thrusts he stilled inside me as his orgasm washed over him. After he spilled his seed inside me, he collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

               “Wow. Y/N do you know how I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?” He whispered into my damp skin. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and whispered back “I’m guessing, as long as I’ve wanted you?” He was quiet before responding. “Y/N please don’t tell me this was a one time thing? I want you to be mine. Like, forever ya know?” Grayson said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I cradled his face in my hand. “I’ve been yours since you and your idiot brother stormed my treehouse when we were five years old Grayson Bailey Dolan. I’m not going anywhere.”

Surprises.

Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx

She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.

When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.


The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.

I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H

Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.

Can we talk?

She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.

Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Now.

Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
“I-”
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“W-What?”
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Yeah?”
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“Tim.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
“Very soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?



The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?


When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.

When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.

You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx

She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.


She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?


When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.

A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”

GREY AREA. (M) | 02

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“and maybe sometimes we shout the things we never want to say, and whisper to ourselves all the things which our hearts want to hear.” - ma.c.a

pairing: min yoongi x reader
warnings: mature, heavy angst
genre: soulmate!au, slowburn
words: 6,805
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Two days later you are sitting at a table located outside a small cafe that you and Yoona often find yourselves at. Whether it be because it’s nearest to the college you both attend, or how cheap their beverages are, you both are always returning to the quaint little building.



You sit with one leg crossed over the other, hair up in a messy pony tail, back pack hanging lazily off of the chair your back is pressed against. Arms strewn across the surface of the table carelessly, and mind not letting you focus on the words spewing from Yoona’s perfectly glossed lips.


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Playtime » BamBam

Pairing: BamBam X Reader

 Summary: BamBam and you had always done things to spice up your sex life. You found out some interesting things when you both started experimenting. Like that he hates teasing and likes being called daddy. 

❝You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?❞

❝ Did you just squirt?

❝ You wanted me to catch you didn’t you? Playing with yourself to turn me on?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Dom!BamBam, Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, masturbation, oral (receiving), overstimulation

Word Count: 3.7k 

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you’re my werepuppy - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Original Request from nocomhbhronHey hey!! Love your blog dude :)
Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for swearing


Originally posted by killsalthi

Originally posted by jkque

“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared, waking you up.

You dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake mix and Derek flipped.

You finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar, hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac, nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred spirits.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.

“Morning,” he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, someone had to stay up most of the night doing research because someone fell asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.

Isaac ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.

“Yeah… sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”

Isaac playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”

“What was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school, even though he secretly loved how smart you were.

“Nothing! I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt smile, leaning in closer to you.

You blushed, trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him away with your elbow.

“Whatever, Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.

Derek appeared in your line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”

Derek slid a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Having a good morning?” he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed Isaac, then you.

“Really good,” you replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”

You gestured towards Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.

“Shit,” Derek muttered, retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

You giggled at their antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.

Your body moved of its own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.

“What?” you replied casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your friendship.

“You’re… scratching behind my ear.”

“Yeah, so? Do you not like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.

“I don’t exactly mind it,” he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”  

You raised your eyebrow.

“Hey, come on,” he scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,” he enunciated.

You giggled. “I know. I just thought it would feel nice—“

“Well, you thought wrong,” he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a smile in his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.

You were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.

He’d fallen asleep. Again.

Okay, you actually sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.

But an idea suddenly hit you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer to you in contentment.  

With Molly as inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running your fingernails against the exposed skin.

You froze when Isaac shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as encouragement.

Still scratching, you used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area. You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.

And that’s when it happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.

You gasped. Had you done it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind. Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.

You maintained your controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still stroking him.

Behind you, the front door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.

“Shhh, guys,” you whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards you, approaching you in the living room.

“What’s up?” Scott said. They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.

“Look,” you instructed. They watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he started kicking his leg.

Stiles’ snort broke through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”

Her support quickly turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the pack was now doubled over.

“This is so great,” Scott huffed through his mirth.

“This is fucking hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek glared at him. This created another uproar of giggles.

“Guys, stop,” you warned through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”

And he did.

You looked down when you felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes. You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.

“Heeey,” you welcomed cheerily.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their smiles too wide.

“What?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”

You sucked in through your nose, looking down at your lap.

“Umm, well—“

“This.” Lydia sat down beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.

Isaac hesitantly took the object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head, planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”

The pack broke character again, hunching over in guffaw.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted. “Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”

“Shut up,” Lydia protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“Alright children, let’s call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made my night.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Scott approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever was.”

“I hate all of you,” Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We love you, too!” Liam called out en route to his bedroom.

Once everyone had left, you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so…”

Isaac glared at you.

“Was that really necessary?” Isaac mumbled.

“A little bit?” you squeaked. His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”

“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”

“So? It’s not like she’ll do anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”

“Agree with what?” he muttered looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him, your knees touching his.

“That you’re cute,” you spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered expression. “Really, really cute.”

“Really?” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’

You regarded him with reverence. His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand to cup gently under his jaw.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his breath fanning over your forehead.

He lifted one large hand, moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your ear.

“I really did like it… the whole time.”

“I know,” you breathed against his shoulder.

Isaac chuckled.

“I guess I really am a dog.”

“Nah, you’re more like a hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.

“You’re my werepuppy.”


A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! :) 

Overwhelmed

Characters: Bones x Reader

Request: none, but it was inspired by @bkwrm523‘s post about back pain and migraines… and i’m stressed so that too

A/N: I feel like I haven’t written bones in forever and I was missing my grumpy doctor <3. No grump here, tho, just gratuitous fluff and some smut 

Warnings: light smut, fluff, lil bit o angst?, jerk spock in the beginning

Words: 2960

tags: @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl

The sound of glass shattering makes you jump and turn around in alarm.  A few feet behind you one of your rookie techs is standing near a lab bench behind you, staring in shock at the broken glass at her feet.  In an instant you know what it is; the mini habitat you’d constructed in the lab to mimic the conditions of the last planet the Enterprise had visited.  Your team, led by you and overseen by Commander Spock himself, had been tasked with studying the various flora and fauna the team had retrieved from the surface of the planet.  This particular terrarium had contained the beginnings of a fruit bearing bush, one that the commander had been particularly interested in for its healing properties.  The only sample had been in that tank.  Which was in pieces, on the hard floor of your lab.  

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anonymous asked:

I remeber you answered an ask about It so Fox!Alya/Nino "on a scale of one-ten how okay are you with making out/ kissing me right now" or just a kiss prompt.

Nino hadn’t been listening to anything when he heard her land on the balcony, but he pretended that he was. His headphones were on but nothing had been playing, but he guess he just didn’t want to admit to her that he had been waiting to see if she would come that night too. 

He waited to look up until she tapped on the glass door, rationalizing that it was a sharper sound so it worked with his excuse. When he did he saw one of the great heroines of Paris, smiling at him through the glass as she gestured for him to open the door. 

Man she made him so nervous…

“Hey DJ,” she said kindly, her tone seemingly to always have some kind of lilt to it, something he loved. Everything about her reminded him of music. If he had to pick a genre it would probably be Jazz; strong, winding and smooth but sassy. 

“Hey Fox,” he shot back, smiling too as he shut the door behind himself. “Back for another ‘civilian checkup’?”

“Oh right,” she said with a chuckle, her tail flicking around her legs as she settled her weight on her hips. “That’s the excuse I used last time I came here right?”

Nino stiffened, something electric shooting up his back. To his dismay Vixen noticed, grinning to herself at his reaction. 

Sure it had kind of felt like an excuse when she used it before, the first time was after an attack. The second was just ‘checking up’ but now she wasn’t even pretending. She admitted point blank she had just made it up.

“Excuse?” he clarified, still trying to smile but a bit thrown now, and the more she enjoyed it the more he found to need to defy it. Why did she have to have the upper hand? 

“Well its hard to work up reasons to keep coming back here,” she admitted with a shrug, watching his face the whole time with a smile. “But I still end up here anyways.”

“Why is that?” he asked, trying to look away to give himself some space but he was hanging on the answer. 

“Am I not welcome?”

“You know you are,” he chuckled, not even worrying that he might have upset her, he knew he didn’t. Her laugh a few moments later proved it. 

Nino walked to the balcony rail and let it take his weight, aware of her when she came up beside him to do the same. She was close enough that he could feel her body heat, and a shock went through him when he felt her tail absent-mindedly flick across the backs of his knees. 

They were quiet for a little while, but he felt her tail again curl around his legs and that same shock kept dominating him. When she came a little closer, so close their arms almost touched, that shock became a heat and he twisted his fingers together over the railing, trying to focus. 

Man she kept doing this, and he was getting worse with dealing with it and she knew it

It had taken a little while for him to admit to himself that the superhero had been flirting with him, because the concept itself was so entirely impossible it just refused to occur to him, no matter how transparent she was. It took Adrien literally going “DUDE you can’t be serious,” for him to even start to see it. And then even after that it took her literally coming to his house at night on her own for him to maybe maybe think that she was in to him.

Clearly she was getting impatient, but he still looked out over the city to hide how flustered he was. 

It just didn’t make any sense!? Why?! How had he even managed to capture her attention in the first place? He wasn’t anybody, he was just a random guy and maybe she might seem like she liked him or whatever but it- it just wasn’t- she-

“DJ?” she suddenly spoke up, seemingly aware of his silent breakdown judging by the smile in her voice. How he was seriously still denying it was probably the cutest thing about him, but damn it now she was kind of over it and she was pretty sick of waiting. She waited for him to look at her again with his agonized gold eyes before continuing, because he clearly needed her to be blunt. “One a scale of one to ten how on board are you with kissing me right now?” 

The poor guy stared, and stared a little more, his eyes wide and face completely flushed even in the dark before he finally said, “W-what?!”

“Right now,” she said again, looking up at him at not attempting to hide that she wanted him too, even though she had been transparent about it for ages now. “Right this second. Ten being the highest.” 

“I-! w- you-!!,” he tried to speak, but he looked down at her and the words fell apart, because she was very close now and waiting for him to answer. One thing he noticed though, even though his world was imploding, is that she had one foot back. Like she was completely prepared to back off if he said no, but was hoping that he wouldn’t. 

Hoping. Because she wanted him to kiss her.

“I- well-, ten!?” he finally managed, his arms clutched to his chest. To his surprise Vixen looked shock, and for the first time ever, she looked a little flustered too. 

“Really?” she couldn’t help but ask, “Ten?”

“That’s the highest number you gave me!” he shouted back, his embarrassment making him indignant even if there was no real anger in it. When he said it though she looked even more flustered, before a grin split across her face.

She looked like she was about to say something else, but hell, he was tired of being the one on the end of his rope here. He had been yelling into his pillow about this girl forever now and she took every chance she could to make him blush. In fights, while saving him, on his balcony, anytime they saw each other. Every time he was the one who was too afraid to make a move because it didn’t make any sense to him that it was even happening, but crap man, it had never been because he didn’t like her. It was because she couldn’t have liked him.

But now, screw it, seriously. He was going to have the upper hand here. So before she could speak or tease of flirt or do anything else anymore he reached out and slipped one hand around her back, using his size to pull her towards him. And with the other hand he reached out for her face and tilted it up, and stole the words from her lips himself.

An Unexpected Surprise - Part 2 - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by: @hollandisstilinski @justdreamstars @lotte142 @aarushi9112 @dont-try-and-stop-me @kitty-love-girls @twilight-loveer @deadpoolgirl23 and sooooooo many anons.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, hateful things being said by parents, 

Author: I’m so glad everyone liked the first part. Here’s the second part as requested. 

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Y/N slowly walked up the front porch steps of Scott’s house with a duffle bag on each shoulder and rolling two suitcases in her hands. She was soaked from head to toe. She had walked in the pouring rain from her house to her alpha’s. She was cold and numb, but that didn’t faze her. She was too concerned about what had just happened, her parents kicked her out of the house after she told them she was pregnant.

She stared at the front door as her mind replayed what happened just an hour ago.

“Get out!” Her mother yelled.

“You are a disgrace to this family!” Her father added.

“No daughter of mine would be stupid enough to open her legs for some stupid boy!” Her mother yelled as she started pulling out Y/N’s bags to pack her stuff and leave.

“I’m sorry, mom!” Y/N yelled back with tears in her eyes. She knew they wouldn’t throw her a party when she told them the news, but this wasn’t even remotely close to what she had expected from them.

“Are you planning on keeping it?” Her mother asked.

Y/N was at a loss for words. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to do. She thought after she talked to Liam, she would figure out what to do next, but with him out of the picture, she didn’t have an answer to her mother’s question.

“If you don’t get an abortion or give this baby up for adoption, you’re not welcome here,” Y/N’s dad said.

“Either way, we’re not having our pregnant teenaged daughter living in our house,” her mother said before she walked away, leaving Y/N in tears.

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Niall Smut// One and Only

onedirection6 asked: Could you do a Niall imagine where you are staying at his parents’ house with your child but Maura offers to look after her for the night and things get a bit cheeky between the two of you and then the next morning they are all teasing you about it xx

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“Thank you for having us over for the weekend, Maura,” you smiled. “We, especially Jessie, were so excited to come over. Niall was really missing his family, and Jessie loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she picks up an Irish accent when she begins talking.”

Jessie was barely six months old, but she knew when she was her grandparents’ house. She loved them to pieces.

“Probably because we spoil her rotten, but I can’t help it,” Maura cooed, “She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To you and Niall, Jessie was the cutest and the best thing to ever happen to you both. At the same time, nothing was the same after her birth. Your schedules seemed to become more hectic, and when you were home together, you were both exhausted and taking care of Jessie.

“I love Jessie, but I don’t even remember the last time Niall and I had some alone time,” you admitted. “I don’t even remember the last time we had a night that wasn’t diaper or worked filled. I really miss our time together, y’know?”

“I know what you mean, but you both seem to be handling it well. But you know you always have me and Bobby, Greg and Denise. You know we can always take care of Jess,” she reminded you. “Besides, if I can take care of Niall, who wasn’t even potty trained until he was almost four,” she laughed.

“Haha, mum,” Niall half-heartedly chuckled. You laughed yourself as Niall sat down in the seat next to you. “I didn’t see the need to use the bathroom if a diaper did all the work, but you won’t think that will you?” Niall asked, talking to Jessie. “She literally just took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Well she seems to be very good at that,” you chuckled. The moment you said that Jessie’s face began to get hot and her face began to pucker. She started to wail and flare her arms while in Niall’s arms. 

“Oh, what’s wrong, Jess?” Niall asked. “Y/N, when was the last time you fed her?”

“It was half an hour ago, she can’t be hungry already. Sometimes she has gas after being changed,” you told him.

“I know, and I made sure she was all out of gas before we came downstairs. Maybe she’s too hot,” Niall said, taking off her little jacket and placing it on the table. “It that better?” Jessie only cried louder in Niall’s arms in response. “Okay, maybe your mum should hold you for awhile.”

He handed Jessie to you. You held her to your chest and rocked her in your arms, but her cries did not stop.

“Are you sure that you fed her?” 

“Yes, Niall, I remember a person sucking on my nipple.”

“Yeah, but is she receiving anything?”

“Niall, why don’t you try and feed her from your breast and tell me how it goes,” 

“Let me see her,” Maura finally said, reaching out her arms across the table. You handed Jessie to her grandmother. Maura took off Jessie’s shoes and socks and cradled her so she had access to her own toes. She slowed her crying as she began to play with the digits on her feet. You and Niall said there relieved and amazed.

“She just needed a little distraction. Babies her age just need distractions,” she smiled. “But I know you guys are staying here tonight, and Bobby is going to be home soon, so don’t you guys go upstairs for the night and relax. Jess can stay in our room tonight.”

“Oh, mum, you don’t have to–”

“No, I want to. Just get some rest and enjoy each other’s company. We’ve got her,” she told you both. “And your brother and Denise are coming in the morning so we can go to the fair in town tomorrow with Theo.”

You nodded and thanked her. You both kissed Jessie good night before retreating upstairs to Niall’s old room. Nothing about it had changed that much. They upgraded the bed so you both could stay in there. Niall bought himself a TV to put in his own room when was 18 so he could watch it when he came to visit.

“Maybe we can finally relax, watch a movie,” you suggested as you slid off your shoes and fell onto the bed. “I left a couple of bottles for Jessie in the fridge, so we can have a beer and some popcorn.”

Niall smiled and passed you a remote, “You find a movie and I’ll get the stuff.” 


The end credits of the movie rolled as you adjusted your position on the bed. Your head laid on his bare chest, and you held the popcorn bowl in your hands. 

“Y’know, right now, one of us would have been coming home from work probably exhausted. Jessie would have worn one of us out and would be asleep,” Niall said, playing with the loose hairs that didn’t make it to your ponytail. “We would sleep peacefully until Jessie would start crying for a reason beyond me, and we would wake up again.”

“And then I would wake up even though I would tell you that it was your turn,” you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, but I was thinking if you didn’t have anything to do tonight, maybe you might want to do me,” Niall mumbled under his breath, his hand running over your exposed thigh. 

“Niall, your parents are down the hall with our daughter. We’re in your old room; it’s just weird,” you chuckled, placing your hand your his and sitting up.

“Come on,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him. Your face was close enough to his for your noses to touch yours. “If it makes you feel any better, my parents are heavy sleepers down the hall. They’ll wake up if Jess cries, but they can’t hear us. I promise you.”

Your lips touched his softly before removing them, “Can you tell me something first?” He quickly nodded. “How many girls have you had in this room?”

“How many girls have I had sex with in this room or have been up here?” he asked for clarity.

“How many girls have you had sex with in your room?” you clarified, running your hand down his chest. 

“Hm, I think — no, I know that you would be the first and only girl that I’ve fucked in this room, babe. ” he assured. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking below your ear. You let out a soft groan and sighed. He pulled you closer. Your bare leg rubbed against his, closing the gap completely between you two. “Oh, I’m sorry; you never said if you still wanted to—”

You cut him off by placing your lips on his firmly. It didn’t take at all for Niall to fully respond. He used his right hand to hitch your leg over his hip before turning you over. He rubbed your thigh tenderly. Your hand traveled and played with the small brown hairs on the back of his neck. Your hand moved from the nape of his neck to jawline where he hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks, but you never minded.

“We’ll keep quiet, okay?” you told him, removing your own top for him. 

He placed both of his hands on your breast, gently squeezing them, “You’re telling me like I’m usually the issue,” he challenged. “Where were we when our hotel neighbors called the front desk for a noise complaint? New York, wasn’t it?”

You smirked, “I don’t recall. Do you mind reminding me?” 

He licked his lips before taking your right breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over your nipple while his other hand showed attention to the other. He repeated his motions but switched while you were complete bliss. Your nipples were still not as sensitive as they were before your pregnancy, but Niall still got you there. 

He moved on to kiss down your stomach making you a little self-conscious about the baby weight that he hadn’t fully lost. 

“Ni, stop,” you half-hearty laughed. 

“Why you used to love this, baby,” he reminded you before he sighed, “Is this because you haven’t fully lost the baby weight?” You nodded slowly. He titled his head as his blue eyes met yours. “Hm, don’t you do that, Y/N. You still are and look amazing. You carried my, our child, and you care for her now. You’ve never been sexier to me,” he smirked, kissing your stomach again. “Plus, a little more for cushion for the pushin’ always helps, and I thought your tits were nice before but now…” he chuckled, his hand gripping your thighs.

You chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Niall stood up and caught the pillow before it came into contact with his face. You both laughed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much, Niall,’ you whispered, caressing his face and neck, “Now, take your pants off.” He was quick to remove his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. You could slightly see his bulge in his sweats, but now it was obvious. You bit your lip, “I don’t want to wait; I want your cock right here, right now,” you mumbled in his ear before kissing behind his ear. You removed his boxers for him and threw them to the side as you kissed and sucked down his neck. You gripped his cock, giving it a couple of pumps causing him to groan. “Now I want you to sit back and relax, baby,” you told him, leading him back onto the bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rasped, sitting up against the pillows of the bed.

You crawled over and placed your self on his lap. You aggressively placed your lips on his before sinking on his member. He moaned against your lips as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours. You bit his shoulder to avoid moaning too loud. Even though Niall told you it was okay, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so god damn good,” Niall chanted, pulling your hips down against his. 

You circled his hips causing him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. A small shriek left your lips in response. You wanted to cry out; you wanted to yell and tell Niall how good he was making you feel. Your spine was tingling. You couldn’t help but yourself.

“Niall, oh my god; fuck me harder, please. I need you,” you cried out before he covered your mouth. Your cheeks became red in embarrassment out of your lack of self-control. 

“Do I have to gag you, baby,” he chuckled, “or do I just have to cover your mouth since you can’t control yourself? You hid your face in his chest after shaking your head. He slightly lifted you up and placed you on your back. Your head was close to the edge of the bed. “Good cause I still want to hear you but only you though.”

He thrusted into you again but you contained your moan before he could let it out. He leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, keeping his eyes on yours. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, tugging at them. He groaned against your breast before focusing back on you again.

“Ni, I’m so close,” you breathed out. 

“Me too, baby. Cum for me,” he demanded as he quickened his thrusts. He used his index finger to rub against your cilt, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You stifled your short gasps and cries by covering your mouth against Niall’s chest. Your inevitable orgasm finally came over you as did Niall’s. He found himself covering his our moans against your shoulder as you both reached your climaxes. 

The only noise left in the room was heavy breathing. You both just laid there, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“I don’t think we should stay here like this,” you mentioned. “Who knows who will come in our room in the morning.”

He nodded, running his hand through his hair before kissing your cheek, “I mean it differently wouldn’t be a sight for sore eyes, if you ask me,” he smiled, rolling off of you. You laughed before picking up your top from off the floor and throwing it on. 

You turned to Niall who was putting back on his underwear and pants. His hair was disheveled, a little bit of sweat laid on his forehead, and you could see the red bit marks you left on his shoulder and the slightly purple marks on your neck 

“It hurts like hell,” Niall mentioned, rubbing his shoulder. “My neck, not so much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ni,” you cooed, approaching him. You kissed his shoulder hoping he would forgive you. “Maybe no one will notice.”

“I don’t care if they do,” he told you. “Let’s just go to bed because I’m sure Jess will be looking for her mom in the morning.”


The sound of Jess crying woke up Niall’s parents who eventually woke you both up after giving her a bottle. You and Niall made your way down stairs to greet his parents, Greg, Denise, and Jess. 

You sat down with Denise and Jess, striking up a conversation and spending some time with your daughter. You learned that Theo was watching some TV in the living room while eating breakfast. You saw Niall begin a conversation with his brother.

“So, late night?” Greg asked Niall as he poured a cup of coffee. 

“I mean, we watch a movie last night but–”

“You tell me what you want, but you’re acting like I can’t see the obvious hickeys on my litter brother’s neck,” he snickered. 

Niall laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I do.” 

You over heard Niall and Greg’s conversation and subconsciously over the left side of your neck. Denise over-heard too, and only laughed at you, “So already working on baby number two in his old room?” she asked. 

Before you could come to own defense, Maura step in. “I knew I heard something last night, but Bobby said I was hearing things.”

“To be fair honey, I thought it was their TV,” Bobby responded. 

“Okay, but Niall, when I said you guys could have some alone time, I didn’t mean go to your room and fondle each other like teenagers.”

“I think they did more than fondling,” Greg added. “Y/N did quite the number on ya.”

“No, I think Niall did a major one, but I’m sure he did some we can’t see,” Denise mentioned, whispering the last part to only you.

You and Niall both were blushing pretty hard now, but you both were smiling. Niall kissed the side of your head before wrapping his arms around of you from behind. 

“Ignore them,” Niall told you. “They can’t seem to mind their own business.”

“I mean if you’re doing all your business all over the place,” Maura mentioned.

“I’m sorry, Maura, but your son is kinda a tease,” you chuckled. 

Everyone chuckled and continued their meals. Niall eventually sat down next you, his arm over the back of your chair. You were cleaning up Jess who had slightly spit up on yourself before Niall whispered in your ear, “If I’m such a tease, why don’t you meet me in the shower?”

You bit your lip, still assisting your daughter, “Will I still be the one and only?”

“The one and only.”

Drunk (Joe Sugg Imagine)

Drunk

A/N: I came up with this when I watched Alfie’s vlog, ‘TWO SUGGS IN MY BED.’ (link below - I do not own the video at all, just the idea for this imagine) tbf, I don’t really know where the idea came from, but I do hope you guys like it! Let me know if you do! Enjoy!

Link to Alfie’s vlog - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFBmiXt7VbY&t=42s

You rubbed your eyes as you looked at the time on your phone.

4:43am

Who the hell was texting you at 4 in the morning?

You opened your text messages and saw that you had a text from Zoe.

‘Come get your boyfriend. He’s third wheeling Zalfie!’

You frowned and sent a quick text back.

'He’s not my boyfriend, Zo. But I’ll be there in a min.’

You slowly got up from the bed that you shared with Joe, your best friend. You both didn’t mind sharing. You always did so it wasn’t weird or awkward.

You slipped your shoes on, and grabbed your phone and key card and left the room.

You made your way to Zalfies floor and to their room. You knocked on the door and waited patiently.

“Oh, that must be room service,” Alfie said from inside the room. “I’ll go get that.” He jumped up from bed and ran down the stairs. He opened the door and saw you there. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” Alfie exclaimed and hugged you.

“Hey, Alfie,” you said, pulling away from him. Alfie moved to the side and you walked into the hotel room. “Zoe said that Joe was third wheeling and I had to come get him,” you explained, chuckling lightly.

Alfie laughed and said, “I wouldn’t say he’s third wheeling.”

I raised an eyebrow at him to say 'really?’

“Okay, maybe he is third wheeling a bit.”

“Well, I’m here now to take him off your hands,” you said, laughing. Alfie started going upstairs and you followed behind him.

“Joe!” Alfie sang. “You’ve got a visiter!” Alfie jumped back into bed while you stood near the end of the bed.

“Hi, Y/N!” Zoe exclaimed from her position in the bed. You smiled at her and Joe turned around from where he was stood near Zoe’s side of the bed.

“Y/N!” Joe shouted and ran-more like stumbled-to hug you.

“Joe, be quiet! It’s nearly 5 in the morning!” You scowled and lightly sat him down on the bed. He laid down on the bed, his head in between Zoe and Alfie’s legs.

“You should’ve been there, Y/N,” Alfie started, laughing. “Joe was off his nut at the party. It was pretty funny. Except for that one part where he bumped into the waiter and made him drop the dishes.”

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. “I knew I shouldn’t have left. Joe can never be on his own when drunk.” You saw Joe slowly get up and make his way to lie down next to his sister. Alfie had his camera out as he filmed Joe talk about a date he went on.

“I went on a double date to Winter Wonderland,” Joe started. You frowned as you listened to the conversation.

“No you didn’t. With who?” Alfie asked.

“I can’t say, of course. I’m being filmed.”

“Wait, but with who?”

“Two girls.”

“Just you and two girls?” Alfie questioned. Joe nodded. A weird feeling came into your stomach as you heard that.

Joe and two girls? You thought to yourself. You knew it shouldn’t have bothered you much but it did. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were madly in love with him and have been for the past 16 years.

You lightly shook your head rid of the thought and looked back at the trio. You saw that they were all looking at you.

“Why’d you shake your head, Y/N?” Alfie asked you. His camera was facing you.

“Err…no reason. I was just thinking,” you quickly replied. Before anyone could question you anymore, you said, “right, well I think it’s time for me and Joe to go now. Come on, Joe.” You went over to Joe and lightly tugged him to stand up. He got up but suddenly fell into you. You quickly balanced yourself and him as he leaned into you. You made him throw his arm over your shoulder so that you could help him to your room. You slid your arm around his waist as you went over to the stairs.

“Bye, Y/N. Bye, Broseph,” Zoe said. “Don’t get up to anything naughty!” She winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Zoe,” you scowled and helped Joe down the stairs. “We’ll see you guys in the morning. Goodnight!” You said as you got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you for helping me, Y/N,” Joe exclaimed, grinning. “I don’t know where I’d be without my beautiful best friend!” Your stomach flipped when he called you beautiful but all feelings subsided when he called you his best friend.

Best friend, you thought. That’s all I’ll ever be to you, Joseph Sugg.

You made your way to the elevator with Joe stuck to your hip. You pressed the button to your floor as you waited. Joe’s head slowly started dropping and you quickly shook him.

“Joe, we’re nearly to our room. Stay awake a little while longer, will ya?” You uttered as the door to the elevator opened. You pulled Joe inside and made him lean against the wall for support. You let go of him and pressed the button to your floor. You stood next to him as the elevator chugged to a start.

“You’re looking hot in that outfit, Y/N,” you heard Joe say from beside you. You could tell he had a cheeky smirk on his face. You blushed as you remembered what you were wearing.

It was a white crop top with a pair of sports shorts. There wasn’t anything 'hot’ about it; it’s literally just what you wear to bed.

“Erm, thank you?” You replied, nervously. Joe laughed, deeply and you just blushed even more and looked away.

After a few seconds of a calm, yet awkward, silence, you heard Joe shuffling. From the corner of your eye, you could see Joe reposition himself. He pushed his weight off the wall so that he was standing alone.

“Joe, are you sure you’ll be okay standing alone?” You asked him. He ignored you and suddenly pushed the 'Emergency Stop’ button. The elevator halted and you spun around quickly to face Joe. “What the fuck, Joe? What do you think you’re doing?” You half-shouted at him. He still didn’t answer you. Instead, he turned to face you.

He had a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. You’ve never really seen that look before. It was scary, somewhat.

“Joe,” you started off, “are yo-” he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the elevator wall. Your breath hitched in your throat as your brain tried to wrap around what was happening. His face was millimeters away from yours. His eyes looked in between your eyes and your lips. “Joe, what are you do-” he never let you finish your sentence. His lips smashed into yours and you froze.

A few seconds went by and you realised what was happening. You don’t know how it happened, but you somehow found yourself kissing him back. His hands stayed put on your waist while yours managed to find themselves tangled in his hair. Joe bit your lower lip, as if asking for permission to enter, and you opened your mouth slightly. You both fought for dominance but in the end, Joe won.

After that heated make out session, you both pulled away from each other, but still in each other’s arms.

“Joe, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing,” you quickly said and slid out of his arms. You turned around so your back was to him.

“I’m not drunk pshh,” he said and you could tell he was swaying in his steps. “And I do know what I’m doing, I’m kissing the girl I love.”

Your heart started to beat really fast when he said that. But you shook it off as just Joe saying things because he’s drunk.

The elevator started up again and next thing you knew, you were on your floor.

“Well, come on, we’re here,” you said and pulled Joe out of the lift and to your room. You pushed him in, lightly, and he stumbled a bit but soon regained his composure. He went over to the bed and flopped down on one side. You went over to the other side and laid down as well. You shifted so that you were facing away from him and turned the lights off so the room was dark.

“Night, Y/N,” Joe uttered, softly, from his side.

“Goodnight, Joe,” you replied back. It was silent for the next few minutes so you thought Joe had passed out. You decided to try sleep again. But you couldn’t.

After another minute, you felt Joe shift behind you and next thing you knew, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his face was nuzzled into your hair.

You didn’t mind.

Something did catch you off guard though. It’s what Joe said next,

“I do really love you, Y/N, more than a friend.” He kissed your head.

You heart stopped beating at that and you didn’t reply. You pretended you were asleep.

Joe obviously doesn’t mean it, he’s drunk, you thought.

Or does he?

It was 11:32am and you were awoken to the sound of banging on your hotel room door.

You groaned and slid out of bed and answered the door. “What?” You said, grumpily.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Marcus said as him, Alfie, Jim and Jim’s brother, John, walked into your room. They all took a seat on the couch.

“Yeah, sure, just come in, why don’t ya?” You replied, shooting daggers at them.

“We came to wake you and Joe up as lunch is being served in less than half an hour. We would’ve woken you up at breakfast but we didn’t know what you were doing,” Jim said, adding a wink to the end of his sentence. You fake laughed and flipped him the finger. He chuckled.

“Shut up, nothing happened,” you voiced and sat on the edge of the bed.

They ignored you and Alfie asked, “is he still asleep?” You nodded. The boys looked at each other and grinned. You raised your eyebrows, unaware of their plan. “I’d move out of the way, Y/N,” Alfie said. You quickly jump up from the bed and moved aside.

All the boys jumped up from their seats on the couch and ran to the bed. One by one they all belly flopped on Joe, piling on top of him. From beneath the pile, you could hear Joe groaning.

You laughed from the sidelines and watched as Joe tried pushing all of them off of him. He was losing by far.

Soon enough, they all got off of him. “There we go, now he’s awake,” Marcus said with a smile. “We’ll leave you to it.” And then they all walked out of our room like nothing happened.

“That was probably one of the best things I’ve seen this whole trip,” you voiced with a laugh. Joe grunted from his position on the bed; he was laying on his stomach, sprawled out. You went over and laid down next to him on your back. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and said, “it’s okay, love, a nice shower will help you.”

Suddenly, everything from last night came back to you. You were about to get up but Joe grabbed your wrist and said, “can we just lay here for a bit? We can be late to lunch.” You chuckled and nodded. You laid back down but this time you laid down on your side so you could face Joe.

It was silent, just consisted of you and Joe looking into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t awkward but you broke the silence by asking, “do you remember anything from last night?”

“Yeah,” was Joe’s simple reply.

“Oh. What do you remember?”

“A lot of things. Some things I regret,” he started saying. Your heart broke. Did he regret the elevator incident? Or did he regret admitting he loved you? “Some things I don’t regret,” he finished saying. He lifted one hand and stroked your cheek. You closed your eye and nuzzled your face into his hand.

“What don’t you regret?” You asked and opened your eyes to look at him.

“Well, I don’t regret getting so drunk that you had to come get me from Zalfie’s room. I don’t regret what happened in the elevator…and I don’t regret my confession,” he stated with a soft smile on his gorgeous face. “I really do love you, Y/N, more than a friend. Heck, I’m in love with you!”

You closed the gap in between you by capturing his lips with yours. It didn’t take him long to respond and soon he pulled you over him so that you were straddling him. You pulled away from the kiss and ran your hands down his chest.

“I’m in love with you too, Joseph,” you replied with a grin. You leaned back in and kissed him. His hands slid from your back down your sides to your thighs.

“You need to wear this outfit more often,” he mumbled into your lips. You smiled and you could feel him smile into the kiss as well.

The Hottest Day of the Year//Finn Wolfhard x Reader

It was the hottest it had been all summer, and you and Finn were outside in your pool. Millie and Gaten were on their way, and Caleb and Noah were five minutes down the road. Since your parents were out of town they had agreed to let you have everyone over for a couple of days, just to catch up and have fun. Since Finn had been filming IT and you had been involved in various photo shoots and interviews for your upcoming movie, there hadn’t really been a chance to meet up with each other.

Your phone started ringing so you climbed out of the pool and went to answer it. It was Caleb.

“Hey.” You said when picking up the phone
“Hey, we’re literally just coming round the corner right now.”
“Okay, I’ll come and open the gates.”
“Alright. See you soon.”

Despite being soaked you ran through your house, out of your front door, and down your driveway to open the gates. After typing in the pin, the metal gates automatically opened. Finn came out behind you, soaking wet too. About a second after, Caleb’s Range Rover pulled in with his dad behind the wheel. Noah and he both got out of the back with their bags. Noah looked even taller the last time you saw him if that was even physically possible.

“Hey guys,” Noah said with a smile,“I can’t believe how hot it is.”
“Of course it’s hot,” Smirked Caleb, “I’m here.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.” Finn rolled his eyes earning him a smack on the shoulder from Caleb and a laugh from Noah. You, however, was distracted as Gaten and Millie had arrived. As soon as Millie’s feet hit the ground she launched herself at you, dropping her bag on the floor without a care in the world.
“Y/N!” She squealed
“Millieeeeee!” You giggled and hugged her back having missed her for so long. Gaten was congratulating Finn on his work on IT.

After greeting each other you headed inside. After everyone had put their bags down and changed into swimwear, you went out into the hot afternoon sun. The cool water was as inviting as ever, not that you had long to admire it. Gaten had come up behind you and pushed you in. As you hit the water you felt instant relief since it was so cold, but that was short lived because as soon as you were up you reached over the edge and pulled Gaten in. Soon, everyone was in the pool, splashing each other, jumping on each other’s backs and getting pushed off. It was great to be with everyone again.

Later on that afternoon…
It had been a couple of hours since everyone had arrived. Since then you and Noah had made fresh lemonade. All of the boys were sat on the sun loungers in the shade while you and Millie had your feet in the water, your sunglasses on and cold drinks in your hands. You weren’t giving in to the heat so quickly.

“So,” Millie said in a quiet voice, “Are you going to tell Finn?”
Your heart leaped in your chest.
“Te-tell him what?” You try your hardest to sound indifferent, but that wasn’t happening
“Oh come on Y/N!” She whisper-shouted, “I’ve seen the way you look at him! You haven’t been doing a wonderful job of hiding it!”
“I haven’t?”
“Most definitely not, no.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I think you should tell him. Especially since you live so close to him. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with only seeing each other every so often.”
She had a point. You did and always had lived close to Finn, which was quite fitting the more you thought about it.
“I’ll see how I go Millie. I might tell him.”
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”


It was dark outside by this point so the decision was made to go inside. You had ordered pizza and were now eating it upstairs in the movie room. After an argument about what to watch, Finn had stood up, snatched the remote out of Gaten’s hand and had put a film on just to shut everyone up. You were more than happy with his choice as it happened to be one of your favorites.
Millie had been extremely sly and made sure that you and Finn were the only two left without a seat on the sofa. Without any discussion you had both sat down on one of the cuddle chairs together, pulling the blanket off of Caleb before doing so as he’d stolen the seat you wanted. You certainly didn’t have a problem with this, and it didn’t seem as though Finn did either.

About halfway through the movie, you decided to go down and get a drink. After announcing this, everyone decided that they wanted one too, so you were left with tea duty. After filling the kettle and switching it on you heard footsteps running down the stairs. It was Finn.

“I came down to see if you needed any help.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, “Apparently I’m the maid tonight.”
Finn laughed and went over to the fridge to get the milk out while you poured in the water. You were very, very conscious of his presence.
“You know Y/N,” he said, “I saw the trailer for your new movie yesterday. I literally cannot wait to see it.”
“I can’t wait to see IT! I’ve already preordered tickets.” You looked up at Finn and saw him blush, causing you to smirk.

As carefully as you could you took the tea upstairs. As there were six of you, you and Finn had to make two trips, and by the time you had sat back down together, you had missed the best part of the film.
Once it was finished you all decided to watch another one, but you didn’t last long. The day had made its mark on you, and without hesitation, you fell asleep next to Finn.

You woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Finn’s sleeping face right opposite yours. His arm was holding carelessly onto your waist and his other was resting on your leg that was slung over his. To put it lightly, you were tangled. And it made your heart skip a beat. Or two.
You didn’t want to move in case you woke him. In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to do. Finn decided for you. He opened his eyes and smiled. You thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Morning.” He whispered
“Morning.”

That was it. You were done waiting. Not caring about the others in the room, you kissed him lightly on the lips. When you parted you rested your forehead against his, smiling the entire time. It was so utterly perfect. Well, it would have been if it wasn’t for Noah and Millie shrieking and taking a picture of the two of you.

“I SHIP THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!”
Noah literally shouted this so loudly that it woke Gaten and Caleb up.

You loved every single person in that room with all of your heart, especially Finn.

@dauntless-initiate-hola this is for you! I’m also writing some more! This just turned into a Finn x reader. I’m going to write a Wyatt one because I’m Wyatt Oleff trash idk about you… I might also do another Gaten Matarazzo one ❤ Let me know if you’d like anything else in particular x