There once was a kid named Wallace who was dragged along to some awful restaurant with his parents. When the waiter took everyone’s order, Wallace ordered a turkey sandwich. But it came with a side, so the waiter asked Wallace if he wanted “soup or salad?” Now, Wallace had never been asked this question by a waiter before, and to his ears it sounded like he was saying, “super salad?” To which Wallace responded, “yes please.” Because who would turn down a super salad? It’s super. So the waiter repeated his question, “no, soup OR salad?” and Wallace again said, “yes please.” This went on for some time until Wallace’s father stopped the cyclical conversation and explained with better diction the difference in what was being asked of him. Wallace felt embarrassed. His cheeks flushed red. He meekly replied, “oh, salad, I guess.” Later he’d go on to create the world’s foremost super salad, as big as an entire mansion. And then he lived in it. And never spoke to anyone ever again. Actually, is he alright in there? Someone should check on him.
“Why couldn’t you ever just choose me? Are you really that scared of me?” I said defensively.
He took a long breath.
I hadn’t thought he was going to respond because he never has when I got like this.
He usually runs.
But the words spilled from his mouth.
“Yes, and I can’t have you because I fuck everything up.
I would love nothing more than to let myself be with you.” He said running his hands through his hair.
“You know I love you.” He said, eyes meeting mine as my breath stilled.
“But I will not hurt you like that.
Because I know I will,
It’s what I do.
You know it and I know it.
I will break your heart.” He told me as he cupped my face and kissed my forehead before turning away and leaving.
I was stunned in that moment.
I wanted to stop him.
But the words were stuck in my throat.
Of all the things I’ve always wanted to say in a moment like this.
I knew this was my one opportunity.
Because he was a runner.
But I couldn’t get past the lump forming.
We never spoke of it again.
But I wish I had told him that,
this already hurts.
but not completely.
Loving him but knowing
that we would never be together.
That this was already breaking my heart.
That I would have risked the pain and heartache,
Just to have a chance together.
You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt
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If there’s one thing Y/n can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.
Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to a broken heart on legs.
Talking to people didn’t help much, either, considering their irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what’s left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by “the girl left with a broken heart, who’s heart has failed to mend.”
It’s all a myth, really—a myth that hasn’t been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, “how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?” with an “I’ve been okay” filled with lies didn’t go unnoticed, however, proved to be unsuccessful.
And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.
It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry’s new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.
She was beautiful, too. More beautiful than she wanted her to be, as selfish as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.
Y/n’s heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.
Y/n hadn’t expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn’t the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they’ve had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.
She believed him, too. That with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be the overwhelming needs for one another.
She should have never been so gullible. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives. Y/n never got over him. How could she? They were soulmates, they were each other’s everything. No matter what came at them, they always found a way back to one another.
But Harry’s fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he’d find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn’t want to believe it and didn’t want to believe that it had happened so soon.
“How are you feeling?” Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n’s hand; a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.
Y/n wishes she found it as comfortable as it intended to be, however she can’t help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so. The gesture undoubtedly derives from the pity Gabby has had toward her ever since the breakup. Everything was because of pity.
She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it’s the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.
“The usual,” she shrugs, “nothing’s really changed.”
Gabby gives her a half smile before returning to her tea. The cafe is only occupied by the both of them, considering it’s 7 in the morning on a Sunday. But after everything that’s happened, Y/n’s sleep schedule has been slacking and Gabby wanted nothing more than to be there for Y/n whenever she had the chance.
“Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Gabby asks. “It’s on me if you want anything.”
Y/n shrugs again, a faint yawn falling from her mouth as she shakes her head.
“No, I’m okay. I think I’ll make some waffles when I get home. But I’ll need to stop at the grocery store before I leave. Ran out of milk and flour the other day.”
“We could stop by now if you’d like. I’m getting quite full, anyways.”
“Yeah, sure” Y/n nods, “sounds fine.”
The entrance doors chime when Y/n and Gabby enter the grocery store, barely any people filling the aisles at such hours. Neither of them speak much before they go their separate ways, grabbing all the necessary ingredients Y/n needs for when she gets home.
When she finds flour on one of the bottom shelves, Y/n bends down to grab the cheapest one she could find. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of money to spend since she took some time off of work for “mental health reasons,” and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and spend the rest of her day in bed.
When she stands back up from her squatting position, her body rams into somebody else’s, making everything they both were carrying fall onto the floor.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Y/n gasps, scrambling to pick up the ingredients that have fallen from the girl’s arms.
When Y/n stands back up to return her fallen items, it was as if every nightmare Y/n has ever had was standing right in front of her.
She’d recognize her face anywhere. It haunted her everywhere she went; mocking her and destroying every last bit of her wellbeing. Her face is unforgettable, having been ingrained into her head for so long now. She’s exactly how she is in her pictures, except she’s so much more beautiful in person.
It’s when Y/n’s eyes drift down to the shirt she’s wearing that takes the breath right from her lungs.
The word Lover printed inside of a red heart, the end of it hidden by the pocket right on her chest. It looked so unfamiliar on her—so unfamiliar that tears started piling in her eyes and her lips began to quiver.
That shirt was theirs. That shirt belonged to Y/n and Harry.
It was a nickname Y/n always gave Harry. She would have normally settled for “babe” or “baby” like she did with her previous boyfriends, but “lover” came so naturally to her. It exemplified just how unique and rare their relationship was, too.
Harry had never been called that before, but there was something about it that felt so right. The first time she called him that, he blushed like no other. His cheeks and heart felt so warm, and Y/n wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. But no matter how much she joked about how much he blushed that night, it only made her call him that more.
And the more she said it, the more she realized that there was no other name to describe him.
She gave him the shirt for their first anniversary. She was insecure about it, considering it was the only gift she purchased him that year and wasn’t nearly as expensive as all the gifts Harry had given her. But after all the flowers she received had died months later, after all the chocolate he bought her had been eaten in two nights, after all the in-home spa treatments had been used by the both of them progressively throughout the months, and after all the sex they shared died down by the next morning, the only gift that remained so dearly to their hearts was that goddamn shirt.
The shirt became sentimental to their relationship and was almost used as a keepsake between the two of them. The mornings after making love, Y/n found herself slipping it on before rolling out of bed to make breakfast. Harry fell in love with her tendency to do so and always made sure she knew just how much he loved her for it.
This is my favorite look on you, he’d always say, where the shirt hung loosely from her frame and her skin scattered with the marks from his tongue.
Harry wore the shirt as a tradition, most commonly on their anniversaries or on any specific date that held such significance to their relationship. And every time Y/n saw him wearing it, she found it irresistible to kiss the heart designed right upon his chest.
My lover, she’d say, looks so perfect on you.
She never imagined anybody else in it. Even after they had broken up, she never thought the shirt would be passed down to later relationships Harry had with other women. When she moved out, he kept insisting that she should be the one to take it.
He looked down at the shirt all crinkled in his hands, the last compromise they had to make before Y/n officially moved out of their home. Her suitcases were packed neatly by the front door, the darkened sky from the storm waiting to approach making the house feel colder than it already had turned.
Y/n’s body was slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes red with inevitable tears as they were forced to face the harsh reality of what was to come.
After three years of a relationship neither of them expected to end, Harry had insisted that they take a break from each other. With his career coming to its peak and Y/n spending most of her time in the office, their relationship was going through a rough patch that lasted far too long.
“You paid for this, you know,” Harry whispered, obstructing the silence that seemed to make the air around them thicker and harder to breathe, “this is yours, always has been.”
Y/n shook her head, a few loose tears falling from her face as she did so. In all honesty, she didn’t want to be reminded of it after this. It’s held so much meaning between the two of them throughout a majority of their years being together that she couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at it in her selection of wardrobe. Not when Harry won’t be by her side, not when Harry won’t be apart of her life anymore.
She placed her hand on top of his softly, stroking the knuckles of his clenched fingers with her thumb.
“It was ours. But when it comes down to it, I bought it for you. It was a gift, you should keep it.”
Harry clenched his fingers harsher against the fabric, his quivered lips attempting a small smile as he lifted it to his chest. His thumb traced the heart above the pocket, watching as one of his tears soak into the material.
“It looks better on you anyways.” Y/n tried to laugh through the silent cries, but neither of them had the heart to make light of the situation they were facing.
Harry’s eyes narrowed down at her while a small sigh fell from his lips.
“You know I’d never wear this again, right? Not until we find our way back to each other.”
Y/n’s shaken hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, her lips pursed together to ensure her broken sobs wouldn’t surface until she was alone in her car.
“Yeah, until we find our way back.”
She stood on her toes to reach his cheek, where she tentatively placed a kiss on the flushed skin.
“You’ll always be my lover.”
But looking back at it now, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a grocery store, crying pathetically in front of a complete stranger if she had just taken the damn thing.
How could he do this to me?
“Babe, are these eggs alr—“
Harry’s words get caught in his throat when he sees Y/n standing in front of Jessica with tears streaming down her face and cries shaking her body.
At first, his instinct is to reach his hand out to her. But as his eyes follow her tearful gaze to Jessica’s shirt, which is far too large for her frame, but still being worn on her body, the realization hits him that it’s probably the last thing she would want.
He flutters his eyes shut as an unbearable feeling starts to rise in his stomach. This is the most unfortunate time to see Y/n again, and he can’t imagine how much hatred flowing through Y/n’s system as he stands there, cowardly silenced.
Not a word comes out of his mouth. Not even a pathetic stutter of her name, or even a lift of his lips to greet her in the most minimal of ways.
The only thought swirling through Y/n’s mind is how could you not say anything to me? After everything you did, after what I’m witnessing now, how is there not one word to say?
He watches as pain settles in her eyes as she looks at him. It’s as if she’s begging for an explanation, or even an apology he doesn’t really mean. She’s just looking for something, and knowing that she’s not getting anything is taking all the remaining life out of her.
But he has so much to say. There are so many apologies, so many thoughts all scrambling in his head that everything becomes incoherent. He wants to tell her how sorry he is, and how hard it is to live with himself after all that he’s done to her. He wants to tell her that he never gave her that fucking shirt, that Jessica found it in one of his drawers and put it on while he was still sleeping from the night before. He wants to tell her that it isn’t what it looks like, that it isn’t what everybody thinks this is. But his throat tightens and his tongue suddenly becomes numb, completely preventing him from saying all the things he wishes to say.
“Y/n, is everything alr—”
Gabby halts when she discovers Y/n’s crying body being watched by the very two people that broke her heart. She’s breaking, so evidently breaking and neither one of them are doing anything about it.
“I w—want to go home.” Y/n’s voice cracks, face twisting as Harry still doesn’t find anything to say to her. “Let’s just go home.”
If Gabby hadn’t witnessed her best friend go through so much pain within the last four months, she would have been able to contain all the rage she’s held toward Harry. But something inside of her snaps when she sees the shirt Jessica’s wearing.
“No!” Gabby spits.
Before anybody sees it happening, Gabby slams her fists against Harry’s chest. Jessica begins to scream while Y/n jumps in an attempt to remove Gabby’s wild arms away from him.
Harry doesn’t do anything to defend himself, though, as he allows her to keep swinging her arms at him. All he can think about it how much he deserves it—how much he deserves all of what’s coming at him.
“You’re such a fucking jerk, Harry!” Gabby roars. “You ruined her! Who the fuck do you think you are?!“
“Gab, stop.” Y/n mumbles, finally able to capture her arms.
Gabby squirms as she tries to escape Y/n’s harsh hold on her, but against Y/n’s anger mixed with all her overwhelming emotions, there is no match.
Y/n starts to push Gabby toward the doors, and it takes every bit of strength left in her to not turn around to look at him one last time.
“You’re her biggest mistake! I hope you know that!”
Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her… Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au Word Count: 4.5k A/N: Original request here .
Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact
– you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it,
never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the
artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always
wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were
toddlers, but that was it.
You two were inseparable. Always playing and working
together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of
course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying
how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.
At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just
have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love
with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude
attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But
Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That
is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.
A/N: So this fic is inspired by the song “Adored by Him” by
Dodie Clark. Yeah that’s really it…
Warnings: Swearing but that’s normal.
Word Count: 2, 428
never expected any of this to happen. When I became friends with Dan, I did
think he was handsome and funny. But I didn’t think I would fall for him as
fast as I did. I always pushed away the feelings until they asked if I wanted
to move in with them. Being around him 24/7 made it harder to conceal it so I
just let it happen. No one knew about my feelings, except Phil, who figured out a
year ago. I always expected the feelings to just go away but they didn’t.
But then she
happened. Allison was Dan’s most recent girlfriend. They’ve been dating for
many months now, and he was absolutely smitten (cheeky Dodie reference again)
with her. He never spoke about how he felt about her, but I was able to tell.
The way he looked at her with adoring eyes, and smile at the mere mention of
her name. I don’t blame him though. She was beautiful, with her butterscotch
hair and her smile that could shine brighter than the sun, I bet anybody would
fall her easily. She was literally perfect, and I was just…well me. It was easy
to figure out how she made Dan’s soul practically glow, and it hurt. A lot.
hate you but oh it stings,
it feel to be adored by him?
It was hard
to hate Allison. She was super nice, and had the same sense of humor as Dan.
Plus, she makes him happy. That’s what matters, right?
sitting on the couch, watching my favorite movie with Phil. It was raining
outside so we decided to dedicate the day to watching a bunch of movies. Phil
and I were cuddled up under a blanket, eating popcorn. It was relaxing to say
the least. Dan was out at Allison’s house so, of course, Phil questioned me
about my feelings.
you ever going to tell him, Y/N?” Phil asked, nudging my arm with his
I pulled up
the blanket to my chest, and sighed heavily. “Philly we’ve talked about
this before. I’ll only ruin things so-"
should tell him. It’s best to get it out there.” Phil gave me a
sympathetic look. It’s like he knew Dan wouldn’t return the feelings but he
didn’t want to keep any secrets. To be honest I’m surprised he didn’t tell Dan
Phil and I
jumped off the couch when we heard a loud bang, and stumbling coming from
downstairs. We exchanged confused glances, and hurried to the front door to see
Dan, stumbling around the entrance of our flat.
guys!” Dan said, his speech slurred.
what the hell happened!?” Phil questioned, running up to his best friend’s
side and helping him take his shoes off.
Allison and I got in a fight. Stupid really-” He tripped over his shoes
that he just took off and laughed. He looked up into my eyes and smiled.
“Don’t worry I’m fine.” Dan pushed Phil’s hand off his shoulder, and
walked up the stairs by himself.
do you want to make sure he’s okay?” Phil asked, walking up to my side as
we slowly followed Dan up the stairs.
talk to him."
I let out
another sigh, and took another glance at Dan, who stumbled into his bedroom.
"Okay. I’m not telling drunk Dan anything though.” I pointed my
finger at Phil, and let out a small laugh to lighten the mood. Phil shook his
head, smacking my hand away and smiling.
go.” He laughed.
I walked to
the kitchen, and poured a small glass of water for Dan. I ignored the aching
pain in my chest, and the tears swelling up in my eyes. I put down the glass
for a moment to take a deep breath, and recollect myself. After a few minutes,
I made my way towards Dan’s room where I saw him softly crying. My heart broke
at the sight. It pained me so much to see another girl make Dan hurt. I hated
it. I walked towards Dan’s bed and gave him the glass of water.
you go, sweetie.” I sat at the end of his bed, waiting for his response.
you.” Dan sniffed, taking a sip of the water.
want to talk about what happened?” I moved closer to him. His legs were
hanging over the edge of his bed and he was staring at the cup of water in his
doesn’t trust me.”
do you mean?” I was right by his side after I finished the question. I
tried to make eye contact with him but he was so closed off, I decided to keep
a little distance.
thinks that I’m cheating on her with you.” He lifted his head slowly and
stared into my eyes. My face turned red and I stared at the ground. I felt the
butterflies in my stomach go crazy, and I had to take a deep breath again to calm
myself down. I looked back into his beautiful, chocolate eyes and stared in
silence for a while.
girl there’s no need to fret
it’s midnight, he’s drunk, and you’re the one in his head.
don’t even have to try at all.
can’t say I’m in love with her but I feel something…strong towards her you
know? I’m not even sure if she feels the same. It’s just- It hurts a lot that
she doesn’t even trust me. ” Dan’s eyes got glossy, and he stared down at
his cup again. All I did was nod my head. I understood where he was coming
from. Someone you may be in love with and they might not even return the
feeling. How ironic.
understand, Dan. But you should get some rest, then talk to her in the
morning.” I flashed a fake smile at Dan and stood up from his bed. I stood
in front of him, and he stared into my eyes like he was searching for
you, Y/N. You’re honestly the best.” Dan put his glass down on his bedside
table and got up to give me hug. I accepted it, taking in his warmth for that
short moment I had. I sighed when he pulled away and sat in his bed. “You want
to…stay with me for a bit?” He asked, not making eye contact. I gave him a
weak smile, and nodded, sitting next to him as he got comfortable underneath
track of time, waiting for Dan to fall asleep. I stared at his sleeping figure
for god knows how long, I felt like a complete creep. He looked so peaceful
with his head resting in my lap it was hard not to. I gently stroked his hair
as he slowly fell asleep, his arms wrapped around my body as his head rested on
my leg. I checked the time on his phone, 1:00 am. I noticed his lock
screen, expecting it to be a picture of him and Allison. But instead it was a
picture of him, me, and Phil at VidCon on our day off. I smiled at it, but
quickly my smile faded when a text from Allison popped up. I decided to ignore
it, and finally leave Dan’s side.
towards the kitchen, hoping not to wake Dan or Phil up. However, to my surprise
Phil was standing in the kitchen, drinking some tea while leaning against the
how did it go?” He asked, staring at me.
doesn’t trust him apparently. Allison thinks he’s cheating on her
with…me.” I sighed. All my emotions that I’ve been holding in all night
were surfacing, and I wasn’t going to let it happen. “Um, he’s asleep now.
He asked me to stay with him for a little while and I lost track of time
because he was…uh-"
with you?” Phil flashed me a smile, but it faded when he looked into my
eyes and noticed the tears coming up. He gave me a sympathetic look and walked
closer to me. “You should just tell him so he knows. So you don’t have to
keep hurting. He will understand, Y/N."
know Phil. It’s just- it hurts seeing them together so much. And of course I
want him to be happy! But that selfish part of me wants him to be happy with
me. God, it fucking hurts.” I felt a warm streak roll down my cheek, and I
quickly wiped it away, looking away from Phil.
I knew he was trying to make me look at him, but I hated being this vulnerable.
“Y/N.” I gave in and stared into Phil’s icy blue eyes. It was full of
sympathy, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
don’t look at me like that please. It’s only making me feel worse.” I felt
more tears surfacing and let out a heavy sigh. I heard Phil mumble a small
apology and he embraced me in a warm, loving hug. At that point I finally
broke. I started sobbing into his shirt, with every sob he would hold me
tighter, and tell me everything was going to be okay. He gently ran his hands
through my hair. I pulled away from Phil, and sniffed, gently rubbing my nose.
I know it hurts but-” Phil paused in the middle of his sentence and stared
behind me. I looked up to Phil, then turned around to see what he was looking
at. There was Dan, his hair curly and disheveled, and his empty glass in his
wrong?” Dan asked, noticing my red, puffy eyes and the tear stains on
Phil’s shirt. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was concerned.
there’s something wrong, Y/N, tell me.” Dan walked over to the counter and
placed his cup on the surface. I looked up to Phil, and nodded, signaling for
him to give us some alone time. When Phil left the room, Dan pulled me into a
tight hug, and for the second time that night I broke down. “Want to talk
to me about what happened?”
away from Dan and stared at the floor. “It’s not really about w-what
happened. It’s more…what’s happening.” I let out a fake chuckle. Dan shot
me a confused look, and backed up to lean against the counter.
me what’s going on or so help me god Y/N I will-”
Um. I guess.”
it out, please.” Dan tilted his head, giving me a worried look. God I can’t
handle this anymore.
you don’t even have to respond to this…but I really need it out in the
open.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I took deep
unsteady breath. “I just need you to know that…that” I stared into
Dan’s eyes and I could feel my heart aching all over again. I felt tears
pouring out of my eyes and saw Dan’s tall figure making his way over to comfort
me again but I pulled away.
don’t. You’re just going to make this harder.”
“Y/N tell me. Please, you’re making me worried.” I realized that Dan
and I were standing really close, closer than we usually are. I looked into his
beautiful eyes like it was the last time then stared at the floor.
think I’m in love with you.” I mumbled.
Speak up, love.” Dan said softly.
I ran my fingers through my hair and avoided eye contact at all costs. “I
think I’m in love with you and it fucking stings so much to see you and Allison
together. I mean I don’t blame you, or her. Allison is like the definition of
perfect. I mean she makes me look blind with how adventurous she is and you
look at her like the world is fucking perfect. It’s so stupid to think that I
could compare to her. But god, do I wish it was me in your arms instead of her.
Don’t even get me started about how I feel about you because there is too much
history to even go over.” I shook my head, staring at the ground, watching
my tears hit the white kitchen tiles.
can you look at me please?” Dan was still speaking softly.
told you, you don’t have to even say anything. You could just simply ignore it
and leave, I’ll get the point."
at me, Y/N.” Dan said, more stern but still full of care. I rolled my eyes
and stared into his eyes. Even though my vision was blurred I could still see
the small glimmer in his eyes. “I’m sorry for-”
told you, you don’t have to do this."
we need to talk about this. We can’t just ignore it.”
I’ve been ignoring it for 3 years now, so I think I’m good. I know the speech
you’re about to give me and I just…” I let out a muffled sob into my hand,
and looked back up to him. “Please I can’t take this right now."
let me just-"
I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I really need fresh air…I’ll be back
in a bit."
over to the clock on the oven, and slowly moved towards the door. "It’s
1:20, Y/N you can’t go outside alone."
I am, so please move.” Dan was blocking the doorway. I made eye contact
with him and got lost in his eyes again. I felt like time slowed down when we
stared into each other’s eyes, but I broke the contact because I felt more
tears coming. Dan reluctantly walked up to me, opening his arms to give me a
hug. But instead, I pulled away from him.
so sorry.” I mumbled, and ran down the stairs to the front door, putting
on my shoes and coat.
before I could hear anymore. I let the cold London air enter my lungs, as I
tried to relax from what happened, and trying to decide if I should go back and
face Dan, or go to a friend’s house. I ultimately decided on staying outside
for a while. Sitting on a park bench staring at the trees in the park as I
replayed what happened through my head.
Prison AU: inmate dan becomes officer Phil's personal fuck toy at the prison.
Warning!! Smut: Inmate! Dan, guard! Phil, dom! Phil, sub! Dan, degradation, feminization, spanking, choking, daddy kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, closet sex, etc etc.
~Dan was told many things whenever he was first put into prison. He was told he would lose weight, eat less, exercise more, have to fight more, cigarettes were considered currency, all the usual stuff you’d be told before going to prison. No one, however, told him one thing in particular: That he would be a prison bitch.
~Dan had always known he was gay on some level, and didn’t much care for the idea of unconsented sexual relationships in prison, which he had also been warned about beforehand. But he wasn’t just a prison bitch to another prisoner, no of course not, a guard had claimed him.
~Phil Lester was a well respected officer, he had been working here for a few years and everyone was proud of him for his years of diligent hard work. He was a man of secrecy though, kept to himself most often, about many things, including his love life. Many of his coworkers had in the past asked him about his love life, but he never spoke about it. Again, being a man of secrecy, his love life fell under that veil.
~Dan had met Phil during his first year in. He knew who he was from the moment he saw him, the blue eyes strikingly familiar in a way that made his stomach knot up with old feeling swelling up. They had been together in high school, breaking up just before graduation due to having different career path choices, and different college choices. So they had decided it best for their relationship to just break up before making things too complicated.
~Phil was doing rounds, bunk checks were regular after an incident that happened a few weeks past. He looked through each bunk thoroughly, walking through the narrow hall and going into each one to check individually. He slowly walked in bunk 13, meeting his eyes with a pair of familiar brown eyes he hadn’t seen since he spent two years looking into them daily. Dan Howell.
~Phil smirked, deciding to play fun at their chance to catch up. “Inmate. What are you in for?” He asked, leaning on the cement frame of the small room and looking around to make sure no one noticed them before meeting his eyes back with Dan’s. “Vandalism. Mom had some asshole boyfriend start beating her, I destroyed his house, car, work area, everywhere I could. I wanted to destroy him like he had been destroying mom.”
~Phil chuckled quietly, smiling fondly. “So. You still the same old mama’s boy I see.” He smirked. Dan scoffed softly, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs on his mattress, looking up at Phil with a grin. “Shut up.” He hummed. “I got three years for it too. In my opinion, totally worth it.”
~Phil nodded, looking around as the rest of the prisoners moved to the lunch area. No one would mind if he held Dan up, after all, he was an officer, he could do as he liked to the prisoners pretty much. He walked over and sat by him, smiling. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”
~Dan chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you since you tore my heart out and stomped on it.” He murmured a little. “Seriously? Dan we aren’t 17 anymore you cannot still be brooding over me leaving you. I was going to a school 4 hours away from you. It would have been too hard!” He sighed, placing a hand on Dan’s thigh. “You know I loved you. I cried the whole time because I didn’t wanna leave. I loved you too much.”
~Dan sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back. “You shouldn’t touch me. Even talking to me so intimately could cost you your job.” He sighed again, his tone a little sad. “I got suspended for you four times in a year, lost two jobs over you, and gotten a teacher fired for you just because my dad is a lawyer. Danny, as it was before, it’d be worth it to lose a job over you.”
~Dan smiled softly, his dimple popping out and a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “I haven’t been called Danny in a very long time. Especially not by a guy so cute.” He hummed, swaying a little from side to side and nudging Phil.
~Phil chuckled softly, glancing around again just for safety before leaning in and pecking Dan’s cheek. “I’ve missed you. And you’re flirting.” He smiled. “Oh the flirting can get much worse. Have I ever said how much I love a man in uniform? Although, looking good in the uniform isn’t the challenge. Looking good with it off is. And I can guarantee you look damn good with it off.” He smiled bashfully at his own flirting, leaning his head on Phil’s shoulder.
~Phil laughed quietly, shaking his head and kissing his hair softly. “Why does this feel so familiar? I feel like I’m 17 again and my boyfriend is trying to get into my pants after homecoming.” He laughed.
~Dan smiled sweetly. “It does feel familiar doesn’t it?” He agreed, feeling Phil’s fingers lace with his own. “Even after all these years when you touch me I get butterflies…” He smiled, nuzzling his neck a little. “That your way of telling me you got a boner or something?” Phil snickered, feeling Dan shove him over, his laugh ringing in his ears.
~Phil smiled in adoration as they calmed down from their mutual laughter, letting Dan settle back against him before taking his hand in his own once more. “You know, orange really isn’t your color.” He commented. “And what do you suppose I do about it? It’s the only attire I’ll be allowed to wear for the next few years.” He chuckled, this time a bit sadly.
~Phil smirked again, squeezing his hand. “You could just take it off sometimes. Preferably when you’re with me.” He suggested, only half kidding. “You just miss my ass don’t you?” Dan smirked back, going along with his flirting. “Oh fuck yes I did.” Phil laughed, almost snorting. “I have to admit, it to this day is the best ass I’ve ever gotten. Probably because I love the person attached to it so much..” He smiled.
~Dan flushed pink, giggling quietly and looking up at him, moving into his lap and starting to play with his hair. “I never really got over you either, as cheesey as it may sound.” He bit his lip, and Phil felt the same butterflies in his stomach he got the day he had first kissed Dan. He was so pretty, he hadn’t aged a day. Granted it had only been a few years, but still. He was just as breathtaking a sPhil remembered him to be.
~Phil smiled at him, his hopes raising. He knew he couldn’t make a relationship with Dan again, not with him being in prison and all. But he could, at the very least, get to know him again. “Yeah?” He asked, seeing Dan nod. “Yeah..” He said.
~They were dangerously close, close enough that Phil could lean in not even an inch and close the gap between them with ease. His hands shook, he could get fired and he did love this job, he didn’t want to get fired by any means. But the way Dan looked, his hair curly and longer than it used to be, his big brown doe eyes burning into him, his lips soft and pink, the bottom caught between his teeth; he was down right irresistible, and so, on impulse, he leaned in and kissed Dan with all the passion, lust, and love he had harbored for him all these years.
~Dan kissed back with the same ferocity, lips and tongue and teeth clashing in a messy, heated kiss. His eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, his fingers tugging at Phil’s hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
~Phil noticed his hands starting to wander, unable to care, gripping the ass he has been still getting off to to this day. He slid his tongue along Dan’s, exploring his mouth as if he never had before, trailing over to kiss his jawline and his neck.
~Dan leaned to the side, his eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan escaping his lips. “You’re neck is still such a fucking g-spot for you huh baby boy?” He purred, nipping and sucking, but not leaving marks. Dan was letting out soft moans, the room quiet all except for Dan’s panting and breathy moaning. “Please..” He begged quietly, desperate to be silent but knowing it was going to be nearly impossible, especially for him.
~Phil smirked against his pale skin, dragging his teeth over a vein in his neck and chuckling. “You gonna beg me baby? Beg for my cock like the slut you always are for me?” He asked, starting to unbutton Dan’s jumpsuit. Sure, they could be caught, sure this was wrong, sure this could cost him his job; But looking at Dan, his shirt halfway undone, his cock straining against his slightly chubby stomach, his eyes shut and moans slipping past his lips, Phil was reminded of just how much he didn’t care.
~Phil caught his lips for another rough kiss, slipping his hand down to grip Dan’s cock, stroking slowly. Dan nipped Phil’s bottom lip, tugging softly before moaning again, thankful everyone was at lunch and no one was around to hear the whorish noises he was making. “I’m barely even touching you.” Phil smirked. “And you’re already so close aren’t you?” He asked, speeding up his movements, swiping over the head of his cock with his thumb and collecting the beading precum.
~Dan whimpered, nodding half heartedly as he desperately bucked up his hips, trying to get more, Phil’s slow pace so delicious but so damn torturous. “More.” He begged again, leaning his head back and bucking his hips to no avail, Phil holding them down with force. “What do you want baby?” He asked, removing his hand from Dan and hearing him whine loudly at the loss, his hips still bucking up in desperation, trying to get friction to his throbbing cock.
~Dan whined again, finally relenting in understanding that Phil wouldn’t do anymore to him until he begged. And so as many times before, he dropped all pride, and begged like a whore for his rightful owner to fuck him senseless. “Please sir fuck me please! No one can make me cum like you do, please daddy, please I’ll do anything!” Tears fell past his eyes, he was so easy to work up and Phil would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.
~Phil smirked smugly, nodding and kissing him briefly, slipping a key into his hand. “There’s a closet down the hall. Everyone else will be outside in the yard. I’ll be there in a moment.” He instructed. “I want you naked and stretched by the time I’m in there and if you aren’t? I’ll spank that perfect ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for the next week.” He finished and Dan nodded eagerly, getting up off his lap and dashing down the hall to do as told.
~Phil waited for some time to pass before making his way down to where he knew Dan was at, opening the door and smirking to himself. It was dimly lit, the window on the door covered, but most notable of this all was Dan. Dan who was bent over a small table, three fingers inside himself, stretching himself open and moaning loudly.
~Phil walked over, slapping Dan;s ass hard and making him squeak. “You better shut the fuck up slut. Or everyone in this damn prison is going to hear you acting like a fucking whore for me. Do you want tha Danny? Knowing you I bet you would. Everyone here to know your ass belongs to me, that pretty pink cunt is for me and me only to stretch open and fucking ruin.” he smacked his ass again, gripping the soft skin. “Isn’t that right baby?” He asked.
~Dan only moaned in response, feeling another harsh slap to his ass after he didn’t respond properly. “Fuck! Yes yes you’re right daddy! I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He admitted.
~Phil chuckled, flipping Dan around and pushing him to his knees. “No lube baby. Guess you’ll just have to get my cock wet enough with that beautiful mouth of yours.” He smirked, lifting Dan’s chin to make eye contact.
~Dan nodded, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans as quick as his fingers would let him. He tugged down his pants, mouthing over him through his boxers slowly. He kept looking up at Phil, wide innocent eyes, as if he was doing nothing arousing whatsoever. Phil groaned quietly, the cold air hitting his hard cock as Dan pulled him free from his boxers.
~Dan slowly licked up the side, putting on a show almost, wanting to do his absolute best, but still be a tease in the process. He swirled his tongue around his tip, wrapping his lips around him and slowly bobbing down. He kept a slow pace, taking Phil into his mouth and swiping his tongue over his slit every time he came back up.
~Phil tangled his fingers into Dan’s hair, pushing him down with force and watching Dan hollowing his cheeks to accommodate him, speeding up his movements. Dan bobbed his head quickly, his tongue working over every inch of his cock, making sure he’d be slicked up enough to fuck him painlessly before Phil pulled him off. He wiped the spit dripping from his mouth, the taste of precum stuck to his tongue in a way that made him even more desperate to be filled up and fucked hard.
~Phil pulled him up by the hair, pushing him over the desk and smacking his ass once more. He slowly rubbed his tip over his slightly gaping hole, pushing in just the tip before pulling out again. “You know the drill, I’m sure..” He smirked.
~Dan whimpered, looking back at him and blinking, his lips parted and his thighs starting to shake, his breathing unsteady. “Daddy please..I love being your toy. Letting you fuck me, mark me, break me, cum deep inside me. Please. Make me yours.” He whined, and that was all it took for Phil to slam in.
~Dan cried out, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, pain and pleasure, along with his tears, clouding his vision as he looked back at Phil. He rocked his hips back, letting himself adjust but wanting more already. Phil smirked, pulling out and slamming back in not too long after, another loud and whiny moan passing Dan’s parted lips.
~Phil gripped his ass, watching himself slide in and out of the younger male, his hips pushing back against him with each hard thrust. “So good for me baby..” He gripped with both hands, kneading his ass as he sped up his thrusts, steadily slamming into him over and over again, his hips hitting against Dan’s ass with each rough thrust into him.
~Dan was struggling to stay silent, moaning loudly, the whole room smelling of sex, and the only noise to be heard in the whole area his loud, porn star moaning. Phil leaning forward, wrapping his hand around Dan’s throat and choking him. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, listening to Dan choke on his own moans, silencing significantly but still sounding beautiful with his symphony of whorish moans.
~Phil kept slamming in, hitting his prostate dead on each time with precision, as if he still knew exactly where to hit to drive Dan wild. “You sound like such a fucking whore all for me baby..” He leaned down to bite his earlobe, smirking. “Letting me fuck your pretty little cunt, making such loud noises for me baby. How did I ever get so lucky?” He praised, listening to Dan have to stifle another loud moan, the pressure on his throat increasing along with his arousal from what Phil was saying.
~Phil tugged down softly at his earlobe, tightening his grip on his throat as he grew closer, the pressure building in his lower stomach. He let go of Dam’s throat, hearing him gasp and moan as he tried to get his breath back. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Dan’s cock tightly and stroking in time with his harsh erratic thrusts.
~Dan cried out, getting louder as the same heat built in his stomach, signifying he was getting closer with every hard thrust against his spot and every harsh tug on his leaking cock. He moaned loudly, hearing Phil let out a soft noise under his breath, coming hard inside of the younger male.
~Phil panted gasping a little as he came hard inside of him, thrusting through his orgasm and feeling Dan tighten around him, the younger male closing his eyes and letting out a long drawn out moan as he came as well, bucking his hips into Phil’s hand to ride out his own orgasm.
~After they had both calmed down they laid against each other, naked and in a small cramped closet, breathing heavy. Eventually they started getting dressed, kissing and saying quick goodbyes since everyone was going to come in soon.
~Dan walked away, a smile on his face and putting his hand in his jumpsuit pockets, feeling a slip of paper in his pocket. He opened it and smiled even wider. “I missed you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
A/N: Alright. I wrote this while my little brothers were all next to me playing video games on my tv. So, I’m going to hell, essentially. I hope you like this! It’s 2.9 k of dirtiness. I’ve been watching OITNB lately so this was written literally bc of that not gonna lie.
i. the earthquake
the day he left,
my world crumbled;
as i lay sobbing in the rubble
of everything i’d ever loved,
i looked up to the sky
and begged god to tell me why.
i stopped believing that day.
ii. the first aftershock
my heart was numb
and repairs had just begun
when a new man approached.
i melted into his touch,
pleading that he make me
i never did, and we never spoke again.
iii. the second aftershock
i had good and bad days,
but the good ones started
outnumbering the bad;
that’s when i met him.
he looked at me sincerely
and spoke eloquently
like in an old-fashioned love letter,
but he was far too perfect to be true.
i wanted to love him
but i was still building up
a new foundation,
and i decided he wouldn’t be
there when the structure was finished.
i see him sometimes from a distance.
iv. the last aftershock
the dark clouds that had rained
down upon me for months
disappeared from sight.
sometimes i dreamt of
the initial disaster;
it haunted me only
at my weakest moments.
another man waltzed in to
rob me of my heart.
he charmed me with
and occasional awkwardness.
for a moment, i considered
giving in to him,
but i stood tall and remembered
that i didn’t need anyone else
to give me strength.
i walked away.
v. the calm
after a year and a half of aftershocks,
i could listen to songs
that reminded me of the quake
and reread my happy poems
from the months leading up to it.
i learned how to love myself,
and, then, i met another man.
this one understood my suffering;
he’d been through the same.
he accepted that i was slow to trust,
and he was always considerate.
he was too cautious sometimes,
but his hands never graced my body
before i was ready.
his words were never eloquent,
but he didn’t manipulate me.
he was never a genius,
but he was naturally talented
he left me speechless.
he still leaves me speechless.
A photograph of Rosemary Kennedy before her father forced her to have a lobotomy at the age of 23. The lobotomy went wrong and left her paralysed and unable to speak. Her father then placed her in a mental institute where she remained until she passed away at the age of 86. After the surgery, her family, including JFK, never spoke of her again.
Also on my Ao3 account, so no, I did not steal this!
If the prompt owner would like a credit, because I could not find their user, please do contact me! I would love to give credit where it is due for my inspiration of this prompt. If you want me to take it down as well I will do so without complaint.
Langst with a side of truth or dare! Enjoy please!
It was a nice night, calm. No
missions for them yet, so it was relaxed. A perfect night for a game Keith
guessed. When you put five very bored paladins together, some things happen.
Just like this kind of game. Which, Keith really had no clue started honestly.
Or who even really thought this was a good idea. A group exercise and a ‘get to
know you’ game all in one. All Keith knew, was that was bull, and the game was
just strange and humiliating at times. Oh, what was this exact game?
Truth or Dare.
Basically, to Keith’s understanding,
the game was ‘do a sexual or humiliating thing, or tell us who you like’. With
other things squished in to make it not seem so obvious what information they
really wanted. Just stupid random things, whether it was to make you
uncomfortable, or make you do or say some plain weird things that would never
be spoke of again in any circumstance.
So, it’s what Lance would call
Vegas. What happens in the Truth or Dare circle, stays in the circle.
Sitting in together on the floor all
the paladins, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Keith, and finally Lance. Allura and Coran
were just idly observing and during their own work or entertainment while they
kept an eye on the young adults. And so far, the game was going fine. Random
things happened, like Hunk having to give Pidge a piggyback ride. Keith having
to run around the whole facility two times. Dodging the occasional paladins who
were stalking him to make sure he ran the whole way and not take any short
cuts. Shiro had to stand on his head for so long that he almost passed out. And
the things that were forced out of people will never be brought up again under
any circumstances. Kinks, are shamed and will forever stay in the closet.
Speaking of closets.
Keith watched passively as Pidge
gave a sly smirk, he knew what the look in her eyes meant, he was wondering
just who was going to be humiliated now. Pidge pointed directly at Lance, who
grinned widely as the damning words were spoken. Keith thought it was a little
odd, but all of the options he’d picked had been dares. All of those dares were
done with absolutely no hesitation. It was awe-inspiring, disgusting, and even
a little bit impressive. Honestly speaking, unlike Lance, there was no way in
hell that Keith would even let his face get within a foot of the bathroom
floor, and there was Lance. Got a dare of licking it. And he freaking did it.
He was going to get sick. When that did happen, all Keith was going to say was
‘I told you so’. Maybe get him some cold medication after he admitted fault.
“Truth or Dare Lance.” Lance rolled
his eyes, giving a mischievous grin of his own.
“I thought you were smart Pidge? Do
you eve have to ask me anymore? Dare, come at me bro.” Pidge grinned widely to
match Lance’s own smile. Spinning a random pen in her hands, she pointed
accusingly at him again.
“Take the person you hate the most,
and lock yourself in the nearest broom closet with them for a whole hour.”
Keith rolled his eyes, almost ready to get up and start walking to the closet
himself. Ready to get it over with as soon as possible, because no matter how
Keith thought of Lance. Sitting in a stuffy, dark, broom closet, was a pass
time he wouldn’t even do willingly with his favorite person in the world.
Though, Lance wasn’t a terrible person to be stuck with. Better than Hunk,
seeing as Hunk was a nice guy, but of a much taller and bigger form than Keith.
The only thing that stopped Keith from standing up however was Lance. Who’s
face remained stiff like stone, but his eyes held panic at first, until it
smoothed over to a blank, dull, blue grey. Unlike the usually fun and joke
loving light in his eyes. Lance got up stiffly, and started walking across the
circle towards Keith, making the red paladin a little unsettled, especially
with that blank look in his eyes. Keith shifted, until the tan, Cuban male was
nearly in front of him. Keith held his breath.
But Lance just walked right past
him, brushed past him like nothing. Not even a glance back. Just walking
straight ahead, blue eyes forward, brown hair shifting with the movement and
breeze from the vents. His tan skin was barely visible from his tan and gold
jacket and jeans. Feet padding away with small thumps until he was so far away
no one could see him or hear the soft footfalls. Shiro had tried to call out to
him, maybe stop him. But Lance was never one to hesitant or change his mind.
So, it was already too late to go after him by the time he disappeared behind
the door. The remaining four just sat and stared for a short while, before Hunk
cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Um, Shiro. Truth or dare?” His
voice was steady, but it was easy to tell that he was distracted by Lance’s
sudden disappearance. Just like it was obvious that he wasn’t the only one as
Shiro didn’t even respond to the question at first, only giving a soft ‘huh?’
as his name processed in his mind.
It was pretty clear the mood was
dead and the game was quickly falling apart with Lance’s sudden disappearance
from the main room. Leaving only an off feeling and a strange silence to
replace the light fun. No more licking disgusting floors and laughing at the
poor bastard who was dared to do it. Not even any stupid jokes that made
everyone groan and call Lance annoying. The game was dead and people were
beginning to separate and go off on their own for the night as they realized
that. Keith however, was still bothered. Knowing that he should probably just
ignore it and go to his own residence for the night, he found himself
hesitating and contemplating it in his mind. Then briskly walking past his own
room and straight to the room of a certain idiotic male. Finding not even a
sigh of life in the blue paladin’s room to Keith’s disappointment. The black
haired male bit back a sigh and walked out. Checking the various places in the
Nothing in the kitchen. The
commonplaces were completely empty and dark, even the library, still nothing.
Though, in Keith’s mind the library had been a long shot. After nearly an hour
of searching in every place Keith could think of looking he was ready to give
up as he checked the main room one last time before walking away. About to give
up and guess that the tan male just wanted some alone time for some reason,
Keith stopped as he heard a soft noise. Like a snore or a sigh. That definitely
wasn’t his. Keith turned on his heel and looked around the hallway. There
wasn’t anything here though, nothing really. Except an old broom closet.
The closest closet to the main room.
they were playing before Lance left.
didn’t sound right to Keith, to even think of that being a possible thing, but,
being thorough was a sign of a job well done. And Keith was anything but
half-assed with anything he’d ever committed to do. So, against everything he
knew about Lance and his stupid joking ways. He opened the broom closet door
silently. Eyes widening in surprise as he saw the exact paladin he had been
looking for. Lance’s back was against the farthest wall, in the corner. His
legs were loosely bent against his chest, propped up by his shoe clad feet. His
arms were splayed against his stomach and his head was lulled to the side. His
hair falling messily around his head as if he were constantly running his
fingers through it. And with further examination, Keith found his eyes to be
closed in his sleep. Puffy and red as if he’d been…
didn’t like the mental image of Keith sitting in the dark and crying. He didn’t
like to think of that, Lance, sitting here for the full hour as the rest of
them sat in the main room together. Falling asleep in the closet. Not dragging
anyone with him, when he was supposed to bring the person he hated the most-
that part of the dare almost made seeing Lance like this so much worse, because
Lance never didn’t listen to a dare. And if he brought the person he hated most
into the closet with him; and there was only him in the closet. It spoke
volumes that just made it even more depressing to think over. Keith could say
that he hated the revelation more than seeing the tear tracks on Lance’s
cheeks. A hard level of hatred to beat.
over his shoulder, Keith checked the hallway, before looking back at the
usually happy and upbeat paladin and reaching in towards him. Looping one of
his arms underneath the boy’s legs, and cautiously wedging the other one
between Lance’s back and the wall to get a decent hold on him before lifting
him up slowly, and pulling his unconscious body out of the small broom closet.
Being mindful not to bang the other’s head on the door frame as he silently
closed the closet door with his foot after them.
his best not to wake the other up as he leaned the brown-haired male’s head
against his shoulder as Keith carried him. Tightening his grip on the male,
Keith took small and smooth steps as he headed towards the other’s room. A
frown set deeply on his lips as he let his thoughts wander on the way there. He
didn’t know how to feel. Or explain how he was feeling. It was like his heart
was in his stomach. He was lightheaded and wanted to collapse to the ground and
empty out his stomach. Maybe it’s lodge his heart back into place.
he wasn’t going to do that. Not now, not while he was carrying Lance at least.
After he had put the other male down it might be free game. It was still
painful and sad though, even if he wasn’t acting on the feeling. Keith hated
the emotion with a passion. He preferred hearing the blue paladin tell some
stupid punchline, or a story that made everyone groan and roll their eyes. Even
if they were terrible jokes at least it made the blue paladin look like
himself. Being depressed and hiding in a closet with self-hatred wasn’t him.
off the thoughts, Keith ignored them. Instead focusing on taking long strides
and making it to the blue paladin’s room without hitting the Cuban male’s head
or dropping him. Which was a successful feat, until it came to actually getting
them in the door. Being as they were both grown ass men, one in a princess
hold, trying to get through a small doorway that was very likely not as wide as
Lance’s height, even if he was curled up.
Keith wasn’t a quitter, and five minutes later, both males were in Lance’s room
after a lot of maneuvering a limp paladin and inching forward without hitting
anything, being too loud, or stepping on a stray object in the room. But
eventually Keith was able to flop the other male down onto his bed. The covers
were still messily sprawled across the bed, so it was easy to pull them over
the sleeping male before Keith stepped away to observe Lance once more, before
Keith reached down with a gloved hand and rubbed the tear stains from Lance’s
red cheeks and puffy eyes. Keith retracted his hand shortly after. Paranoid of
the other walking up as Keith turned away and inched out the door again.
Pausing only once to look back before he shut the door to leave the other
paladin alone in his room.
The story of Hans and Frederick is perhaps one of the most tragic historical love stories of all time. Hans was a nobleman from birth, coming from a long line of aristocratic military men, but even then he wasn’t high enough on the social ranks to be associating with the likes of the royal family. However, this hardly stopped the crown prince, Frederick, from getting to know and befriending him. It is unclear when the two first met, but it is said that when he and the prince attended the same private mathematics and mechanics class, the two became fast friends. Wilhelmine, Frederick’s older sister, frequently admonished her brother for acquainting himself with those who were ‘below them’. This did nothing to change Frederick’s mind about the young lieutenant that had caught his fancy. Together the two boys shared a love for poetry, the flute and the French language. Based on their letters to one another, it can be inferred that they both spoke in French between them. As the years went on, Hans became the prince’s close confidant as well as his protector. In fact, the lieutenant was known to have stood guard while the prince practiced playing his instrument so that he wouldn’t get punished for it if someone were to find out and tell the King. The closeness of the pair didn’t escape the attention of the Prussian court and for a while it was wildly speculated that they were in fact, lovers. Some even said that they “behaved like a master and a mistress” when they were together. In 1730, Frederick trusted Hans enough to tell him about his plan to run to Britain to escape his father’s abuse. Hans, although he understood his beloved’s reasons, did not support the idea of the crown prince abandoning his country and did all that he could to convince Frederick that there was another way. During this time, Hans was the only person Frederick trusted to deliver correspondence between him and his sister so Hans frequently visited the princess. Wilhelmine, who wasn’t at all fond of Hans, accused him of poisoning her brother’s mind with ideas of escaping, to which Hans replied: “As long as I am with that beloved prince, I shall prevent his executing his designs,”. When the princess heard this, she told the lieutenant that he was putting his life on the line even if he opposed to her brother’s plans. Hans simply answered: “If I lose my head, it will be in a good cause. But the prince will not forsake me,”. In the end, Hans supported Frederick’s decision to leave. Together the two of them, along with their dear friend Keith, plotted to leave at separate times and meet up at the town of Leipzic so they could go over to England. The night the prince was scheduled to leave, he wrote to his beloved: “I am off, my dear Katte. My precautions are well taken, so I have nothing to fear. I shall go through Leipzic, where I shall pass myself for the marquis d'Ambreville. I have already sent word to Keith, who is to go straight to England. Lose no time, for I expect to meet you at Leipzic. Adeiu! Be of good cheer,” Unfortunately, Hans was held up at a town and was caught before he could make his escape. Frederick had a good head start, but he too was captured and the both of them were thrown into prison, accused of treason. Both of them were interrogated roughly and subjected to prisoner-like living conditions for months. Although Hans confessed to being an accomplice of Frederick, he defended his beloved’s decision and never once mentioned that Wilhelmine was a part of their plans. Frederick was said to have given the guards nothing but haughty, harsh and insulting answers, refusing to subject himself to his father’s will. When he did say his side of the story, his alibi lined up perfectly with Katte’s. Frederick William, the prince’s father, was so outraged that he wanted to put his son to death. However, the Holy Roman Emperor opposed to this idea since Frederick is the crown prince and the heir to the Prussian crown. He turned all of his anger towards the unfortunate Hans, who was only initially sentenced with life imprisonment. His executioner refused the command twice and even apologized to Hans when he was sent to escort him to the execution site. The young lieutenant smiled and replied: “I die for a prince whom I love, and I have the consolation to give him, by my death, the strongest proof of attachment that can be required. I do not regret the world,”. Frederick in the meantime was brought to an apartment with a view of the execution stand. He thought that he was going to be executed, but the knowledge that Katte was safe gave him a little comfort. In the morning, the prince was awakened and was forced to look out the window where his love was standing at the scaffold. Frederick attempted to to throw himself out the window, but was held back by the guards. “Delay the execution!” the prince screamed, “I am ready to renounce my right to the crown if his majesty will pardon Katte!” then turning to Hans, Frederick switched to speaking French and said: “Please forgive me, my dear Katte, in God’s name, forgive me!” Hans had nothing but a smile when he called back, “If I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them all for you. There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!” Before the axe hit Hans’ neck, Frederick had already fainted away. After he awoke, the prince became so ill that his life was in danger for three consecutive days. He was ravaged by hallucinations and nightmares and even refused to take any medicine. Frederick calmed down, however, when he was told that his mother and sister would die if he did. Days later, when the prince was in a better state of health, guards came by to ask him to write a letter resigning himself to his father’s will. At first, the prince refused but, feeling like he had nothing to fight for, he eventually stopped fighting and gave in. Wilhelmine mentioned in her memoir that for weeks, her brother insisted on wearing the brown coat that he was given as a prisoner until it was battered and torn, because it was similar to the one Katte wore when he was killed. Frederick remained in a state of depression for quite some time until he shook himself out of it and never spoke of Hans ever again. Through his life, he never fell romantically for any other man or woman nor did he participate in any kind of sexual activity. (All quotes were taken from Wilhelmine’s memoirs)
Jack Falahee as Hans von Katte Toby Regbo as Frederick the Great
Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else
AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!
Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P
It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.
I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.
“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.
I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.
A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:)
Cristiano wins Portugal’s player of the year at the FPF Quinas de Ouro Awards (20.03.17)
(src: @FCPortoGlobal on twitter)
PT: ”Falar mais um bocadinho… Bom, como disse anteriormente, 2016 foi um ano de sonho - a nível pessoal, a nível coletivo… Aquilo que conquistei no Real Madrid foi super importante - a Liga dos Campeões. Mas acho que a cereja no topo do bolo foi o Europeu, sem dúvida alguma. Foi a primeira vez na história de Portugal e, de certa forma, é especial. Para mim foi especial porque era o último troféu que me faltava e, por isso, fiquei super contente.
Agradecer, uma vez mais, aos meus companheiros do Real Madrid e, obviamente, aos meus companheiros da Seleção, ao mister, todo o staff que esteve connosco, que nos acompanhou e a todos os portugueses - tenho de frisar uma vez mais, porque acho que eles foram super importantes na nossa conquista do Europeu, porque nos deram confiança e fizeram-nos acreditar que, realmente, as equipas favoritas também podem ganhar, e foi isso que aconteceu. As coisas correram… no principio, lembro-me, foi muito difícil, mas a crença sempre esteve presente: no nosso treinador em primeiro lugar, e em todos nós jogadores.
Por isso, foi um ano de excelência - a nível pessoal e a nível coletivo - e, como digo, foi um ano de sonho. Por isso, estou muito contente. Obrigado a todos e… [em espanhol] Pasadlo bien!”
ENG: “Talking some more… Well, as I said before, 2016 was a dream year - at a personal and collective levels… What I achieved in Real Madrid was super important - the Champions League. But I think the icing on the cake was the Euro, without any doubt. It was the first time in the history of Portugal and, in a way, it’s special. To me it was special because it was the last trophy that I was missing and, so, I’m super happy.
Thank you, once again, to my team mates in Real Madrid and, obviously, to my team mates in the National Team, to the mister, to the entire staff that was with us, that accompanied us and to all the portuguese - I’ve got to emphasize this once again, because I think they were super important in our conquest of the Euro, because they gave us confidence and made us believe that, really, the favorite teams can win as well [note: I can’t speak for Cristiano but I think he meant to say the ‘non favorites’ here] and that was what happened. Things were… in the start, I remember, it was really hard, but the belief was always present: in our coach firstly, and in all of us players.
So, it was a year of excellence - at a personal and collective levels - and, as I say, it was a dream year. So, I’m very happy. Thank you to everyone and.. [in spanish] Pasadlo bien!”
❝ You had never meant to daydream over the boy who sat at the back corner of the dusty bookstore you worked at, but he made it impossible not to. Not with his soft looks, and confused blinking like he was constantly snapping himself back to reality, or the way he walked around like a lost kitten and made every part of you want to curl into him and cuddle. ❞
You hiked up your skirt, showing just the right amount of skin. You pressed your breasts together, your cleavage slightly spilling over the top of your blouse, the bra you selected this morning doing its job properly, keep the girls in view, perky and ready for action.
Dean eyed you carefully, his brow furrowed, a deep line forming between his eyebrows.
“Well, I’m gonna go crack this douche. Not sure he’ll be able to resist all this,” you smirked, tugging your shirt down a little more.
Dean couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.
“Wow. Just like that?” he spat, his lip snarling as his eyes racked over your body.
“What the hell are you talking about Dean?” you asked, following Dean’s eyes and checking yourself out in the mirror. You smiled proudly. No guy, especially this dick you were about to interview, would be able to resist telling you everything you wanted to know about the girl that had disappeared a few nights ago.
“Fuck that,” Dean growled, stepping closer to you, boxing you in between his firm body and the wall behind you. Your chest heaved slightly by the sudden close proximity, your breasts lightly brushing Dean’s chest with reach intake of breath.
“Dean,” you whispered, your voice airy and needy.
“You’re right about one thing, Y/N,” Dean muttered, his large hand landing on your waist, gripping you tight. “There isn’t a single fucking guy that would turn you away.”
He moved in closer, his body pressing you into the wall behind you, the line of his erection pressing into your stomach.
“It’s the job, Dean,” you huffed without conviction, your body moving closer to his of its on volition.
“Fuck the job,” Dean said through gritted teeth, his lips hot on yours before you could respond.
The minute you were over your shock, your hands reached out and grabbed fists full of Dean’s suit jacket, holding him to you desperately as his tongue lay claim to yours. It moved at slow and languid pace against yours, yet it was strong and insistent. A groan rose up in your chest as Dean’s hands gripped you tight.
Dean’s mouth left yours, causing you to whimper, until his sinful lips trailed down your jaw, to the juncture where your neck met your shoulder as he sucked a dark purple mark.
“Mine,” he moaned against your skin, moving lower to plant reverent kisses on the swell of your breasts. “Don’t care if no one can resist this,” he mumbled, ripping your white blouse open, a gasp escaping your lips. “I want you to be for me only,” he whispered, pushing your shirt off your shoulders and kissing you fiercely again.
Your hands ran along his thick neck and into his freshly cut hair, the tips of your fingers dancing along the short hairs on his head.
“Then stake your claim, Winchester,” you moaned when you pulled away from his lips.
Dean grabbed your ass and hoisted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his narrow waist. He pulled away from the wall, taking you with him, walking you to the bed. He let you bounce lightly on it and watched you with a predatory grin. He shucked his suit jacket, tossing it in a chair before hovering over you, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he warned, his lips grazing yours before he spoke again. “Cause once I have a taste, I’m never gonna be able to let you go,” he assured you as he pulled your skirt down your legs.
“Prove it,” you challenged, your legs falling open for him to settle between them. He was on you in seconds, laying claim to what had always been his.
Dean spent the entire night proving to you that you were his and his alone.
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 2,881
Warnings: Swearing, angst
In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.
You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.