things that make my heart beat faster

Heart Rate!

Harry was on Grimmy’s show once again, for like the millionth time. It wasn’t a special occasion, at least as far as Harry knew. Nick had told him he just wanted to check in with him, let people know what he was up to. It was unusual, but what in their relationship wasn’t.

Of course you had joined him and were now sitting behind the glass, seperating the audio booth from the control room.

“Now, I brought back a friend of yours, because you enjoyed it so much the last time.”, Grimmy was currently telling Harry with a laugh.

Harry groaned when he saw the heart rate monitor.

“Not again.”, he said, shaking his head and shooting you a look, silently calling for help.

You just laughed, while nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Lou put a hand on your shoulder, soothing you.

“It’ll be fine, hun.”, she told you, giving you an encouraging smile.

You nodded hastily. You were glad the monitor wasn’t hooked up to you right now, because you were certain your heart rate would tell everyone just how nervous you actually were.

“Let’s start with something simple.”, Nick said, after Harry had been prepared and the monitor was ready.

He held up a picture of a puppy, making Harry smile.

“Cute.”, he chuckled.

“Staying steady in the face of an adorable puppy.”, Grimmy commented for the benefit of those listening at home.

“I’m more of a cat person.”, Harry explained.

They both looked at you and you nodded in affirmation.

“Well then.”

Grimmy continued with a few more pictures that barely had an affect on Harry, which to you wasn’t suprising, since you had been the one to pick the pictures.

Finally things got interesting when it came to the next picture.

“Aah, beautiful, wonderful.”, he turned it to Harry, “What about your lovely fiancée?”

Harry grinned and the numbers on the monitor went up quite a bit, to a good 95.

You smiled at him through the glass as his eyes found yours.

“Still makes my heart beat faster.”, Harry said, more to you than to anyone.

You blew him a kiss.

“Ugh, too much cheesiness, let’s move on.”

You held your breath.

“Now, Harold, what do you think of this?” Grimmy turned the next picture.

Harry frowned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

“Is that…?”, he stuttered, looking from Nick to you again.

You smiled broadly and gave a nod.

“Oh my gosh!”

The monitor gave a loud beeping, because Harry’s heart rate was through the roof.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is Harry Styles’ reaction to realizing he’s gonna be a dad.”, Grimmy explained, turning the picture so the camera could see it. It was a sonogram of yours and Harry’s first child.

Harry had tears in his eyes and broke out in a hysterical fit of laughter, covering his eyes with his hand and turning from the microphone.

“Oh gosh.”

When he came back up, he shook his head with a laugh.

“I hate you all so much.”, he said, with a glance over at you and his friends behind the glass.

You were laughing as well, tears in your eyes.

“Well, go on! Go kiss your baby mama!”, Grimmy told him.

He didn’t have to tell Harry twice. He jumped up, ran for the door and into the control room. You had barely gotten up, when he already scooped you up and gave you a bone crushing hug. You slapped his arms.

“Watch it! Don’t squish the baby.”, you reprimanded him with a laugh.

He immediately let go, just gently holding onto your shoulders.

“I love you so much.”, he said, then kissed you with a smile.

More Writing Prompts.

Because, instead of working on the stuff I already have, I thought, “Why not make more prompts?!”

Angst-y Love Prompts:

  • Sometimes lying is the right thing to do, so I lied to you.
  • Pretending like nothing is wrong is only going to make things worse.
  • I loved you, once upon a time.
  • What’ll happen when I wake up, and you’re not there?
  • You say you love me, but all you’ve ever done is hurt me!
  • I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love.
  • You can’t do this to me! Not now!
  • I wonder if I’m better off without you.
  • I’ve done bad things, but let me ask you… am I that shitty of a person…?
  • They left me for a reason, you know…

Romantic Prompts:

  • I love you more than anything…
  • I’m so lucky to have you.
  • I love you! I’ve always loved you, and to have you look at me the way I look at you… Well… That’s my dream.
  • I’m never going to let you go, not without a fight.
  • What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything.
  • The way you make me feel is the way I felt when I ate all of the marshmallows out of a Lucky Charms box. Pure joy.
  • I look at you, and I see all of the things I wish I was…
  • I can feel my heart beat faster when I think about you.
  • Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to stand there?
  • Marry me.

Fluffy Prompts:

  • This is my favorite song!
  • I don’t think that’s considered dancing, it’s more of a flailing action.
  • If you keep eating french fries, you’re going to turn into one.
  • Can I borrow a pillow?
  • So, that’s a no to the roller coaster?
  • You took my jacket like a month ago, can I have it back?
  • I’d split a candy bar with you.
  • Why are you shoes on the stove?
  • What if aliens really do exist? just… Think about it!
  • You set someone’s hair on fire in Chemistry last year.

I’m in love with my Best Friend Prompts:

  • I want to find someone and I want to tell them, “You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.”
  • Can I sleep here with you…? The movie really scared me…
  • I don’t have a date and I don’t want to go alone…
  • H-He’s not my boyfriend(alt: S-She’s not my girlfriend).
  • I remember when we first met…
  • When are you going to tell them that you love them?
  • You look really beau… nice…
  • I keep dating all these other people in hopes that my feelings for you would go away.
  • I never loved them, I love you.
  • I fell in love with my best friend… And i’m not ashamed that I have.

Roommates Prompts:

  • Let’s play a game to get to know each other.
  • It’s cheaper than living on your own, dude.
  • Stop leaving the toilet seat up!
  • What do you mean you ate my last hot pocket?
  • It’s your turn to do dishes tonight.
  • I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED! YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!
  • You lost the spare key to the apartment?
  • You’ve been in the bathroom for like, an hour.
  • The girl you brought over last night put a hole in our wall.
  • Give it a rest, I’m trying to sleep over here!

Totally Angst-y/Angry Prompts:

  • I can’t stop the bleeding.
  • They’re… dead…
  • I hate you!
  • I was sent here to kill you.
  • I thought there was good in you, but there’s nothing but disgust and hatred now.
  • I stopped feeling emotions a long time ago.
  • They weren’t strong enough to save you, and because of their foolishness, you’re mine now.
  • Nothing will bring them back! You can’t… turn back time!
  • You tore my heart out and crushed it with your own hands.
  • Fuck you.
Flux: The Beginning (M) | 01

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

➽ Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

➽ Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn (kinda), Angst / 8,335 words

➽ Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret. 

➽ Warning: mentions of alcohol, public sex

➽ a/n: I started planning for this prequel after a late night chat with a friend not long after Bliss and Ardour were posted (yes that was a year ago), but I never had the inspiration to write the whole thing down. I have been re-writing this piece so many times, until I feel that it is finally enough to serve as the perfect filler for Bliss. And after a long deliberation, I have decided to split the prequel in two parts. I felt that the plot was dragged to long, and I’m pretty sure I would bore the readers if I keep it as it is lol. Anyway, enjoy! 

update: I finally think it’ll be wise to post the whole series in three parts.


Keep reading

the posh boy problem

you are at part one.

part two: the posh boy solution

also available on: AO3

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Posh boy left his mug on the papers again. It will leave a rim on the sports section.

John goes over to the living room table. Then he stops in his tracks. It’s happened again, hasn’t it? More and more often he finds himself giving Sherlock silly petnames in his head. He was never a friend of those, can hardly explain why he is doing it now – in his own thoughts – but something about it calms and provokes him at the same time. He picks up the half-emptied mug of cold tea and thinks this over on his walk to the kitchen sink.

He likes Sherlock. He knows this, has known this for literally ages. That he likes him, and that he likes him in a way that Sherlock most definitely won’t find appealing. Sexually. There, he said it. In his head, of course, never out loud. But Sherlock, with his many frustrating qualities, of which many where outrageously attractive to John, is practically forcing him to feel provoked. Those feelings then lead to … petnames, apparently. He’s had stranger coping mechanisms before.

In his head greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, those wonderful mornings where Sherlock has actually slept and still looks all soft and not quite awake. He calls him genius when he is being too clever again and doesn’t notice, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart when he’s feeling like it, and, of course, posh boy. He doesn’t even know what it is about that one in particular, but he finds that to be the worst. For his sexual frustration, that is. Every time it comes up in his head, which is more and more often, it fuels his imagination vividly. So much that it has even made it to his bedroom and he has dreams, half-asleep, half-awake, about teaching posh boy a lesson, getting posh boy a little dirty, treating posh boy a little rough. These are all terrible thoughts. Because they will stay just as imaginary and sexually frustrating. Posh boy won’t love him back, after all.

One morning Sherlock sits in front of his microscope on the kitchen table. He hasn’t moved for at least two hours. Nothing unusual. In fact, it was how they spend most of their Sundays now. John doesn’t really date anymore, and even if he did, he would not trade these days for anything. They have fallen into this pattern a while ago, the pattern of staying in on lazy Sundays, waking up later and waiting for the other to have breakfast together. Now Sherlock occupies himself with some experiment on maggots and fingers (John doesn’t even ask) and John is sitting in his chair. He is reading a novel about an incredibly clever and cunning explorer who kind of reminds him of Sherlock (he can’t help it, as much as he would like to). Being absorbed in the book, he is confused at first when Sherlock calls him from the kitchen.

“John?”

“Hmh?”

With Sherlock this is either going to be of highest importance or an absurdly unnecessary request.

“Care to pass me my phone?”

John sighs loudly. The latter. Thought so.

“Where is your phone?”

“Breast pocket.”

With his eyes rolling at the ceiling John puts a bookmark in his book, places it on the table next to him and gets off his chair. Walking into the kitchen, he murmurs under his breath.

“I see posh boy’s being a lazy butthead again…”

He takes the phone out of Sherlock’s breast pocket and holds it out for him. But instead of taking it and paying no more attention to him, Sherlock is suddenly staring at him like his face was on fire. John frowns at him. Sherlock, in turn, raises one brow.

“Posh?”

John’s eyes widen in shock and his heart jumps once in his chest and then stops, he thinks, just stops, and he wants to melt and become one with the floorboards. This is bad.

“I’m not posh,” Sherlock complains.

He must notice how John is only blushing more deeply. How? How did he say that out loud without noticing? How the bloody hell could he?

John clears his throat and decides to go along with it. There is no more turning back from here on anyway.

“You… are, actually. Just look at you, you with your… cheekbones. Your… perfectly tailored suits, your annoying British accent and deep voice-”

“We all have British accents.”

“I know!” John is enormously embarrassed, and he feels that if he doesn’t take a long walk right now, he will punch something to calm his inner unsettlement. “I need air.”

But Sherlock isn’t finished. “If anything, you are the posh one, John.”

“Hah! How so, Sherlock Holmes? Have you looked at yourself?”

“Have you looked around this flat in the past years? There are piles of magazines in the corners of every room, there is a Cluedo board pinned to the wall by me, I leave my things wherever I please, the kitchen is a mess of syringes and human body parts – an organised and well structured mess if you know where to look, but not the point right now – and I am currently examining maggots. In contrast to this you, John Watson, are a doctor, you wear your chequered shirts buttoned up to your chin, you’ve lived a clean life not suffering from a drug addiction, have had girlfriends and relationships and altogether live as part of the middle-class society in Central London. You wish for a wife and children and probably a German Shepard and a house in the suburbs, or at least that’s what you think you want, so tell me, John: How am I the posh one?”

John has a hard time finding a response to this that doesn’t only consist of loose vowels. It takes him a good minute, but Sherlock is oddly patient with him.

“First of all,” he manages then, “ I don’t think I want a wife and children, thank you very much. And maybe… maybe I’m not that serious when I call you things like that.”

“So why do you?”

“What?” John’s heart began beating faster once more. He’s so tense.

“Why do you call me a posh… boy?”

Oh fuck, hearing those two words spoken out loud and together and out of Sherlock’s mouth, for God’s sake!

“I- I don’t. Why- why should I even tell you? You read my mind all the time, can I not be allowed to keep this one thing to myself for once?!”

Sherlock narrows his eyes and observes him from head to toe. Oh please no. “No, that’s not it.”

“Alright, you know what? It’s you. Okay? It’s your fault! You just make me so angry all the time. No, don’t- don’t look at me like that.”

Sherlock’s eyes have gone wide and very blue. He looks genuinely hurt by this. Scared even. Scared at what John would say next, what this would mean for them. John feels and shares his pain, and he hates himself for every word he has ever said that would make Sherlock look like this. He is vulnerable and human, after all. Even if he tries to convince everyone around him that he isn’t, John has to stop falling for Sherlock’s own defence mechanism.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… what you said. There’s no wife and there is no house in the suburbs for me, Sherlock. I just can’t see it. But I see this.” He means Baker Street, means 221B, means … Sherlock. “This life. With you.”

Sherlock’s eyes are still so very blue. He wants to lose himself in them.

“And that makes you angry?” Sherlock asks.

“What? No. I’m just. Forget it.”

John finally has the courage to turn around and go, or maybe he lacks the courage to face him and stay, but either way he walks back into the sitting room, prepared to put on his jacket and leave the house for at least two hours. Sherlock jumps up and follows him.

“John! Wait. We never say what we want to say.”

John swirls around, his mouth a thin line of held back emotions. He stands close to the door. Ready to flee. “And what do you wanna say?”

Sherlock takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there is courage in the one and fear in the other.

“Me too.”

“Sorry?”

“Me too. I see this, too. Us. This life we share.”

John bites the insides of his mouth because his whole skin feels hot with disbelief and wonder and hope, oh god, so much hope that he doesn’t let himself own.

“What?” he asks instead, going for a weak smile, “You don’t see yourself with a wife and children?”

Sherlock huffs a laugh. “No. Weirdly I don’t.”

They smile at each other.

“So ‘posh boy’,” Sherlock says after a while, “is actually about…?”

“Me being an ungrateful moron? Me never saying what I should say before it’s too late? Me trying to get my anger at all of this under control? Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.”

Sherlock looks down at the spot between his feet. He’s thinking. But not as he usually is, not fast and calculating and mechanical. He’s thinking about the right thing to do. The things he has always wanted to do, but never thought it to be right or appropriate or good for them.

“I can wait for you to figure this out.”

“Wait for me?”

“As long as you need, John. We both agreed, didn’t we? Both of us don’t plan on leaving or getting married and reproduce anytime soon, so.”

“You don’t like waiting,” John points out, but he is already incredibly relieved and impressed by Sherlock’s words.

“No, I don’t. But I like you.”

John doesn’t flee to take an hour-long walk that day. He would never trade a lazy Sunday with Sherlock Holmes, after all. Sherlock continues with his experiment, and John reads. Later they watch telly together and Sherlock yells at the incompetent game show host on BBC One. He said he could wait till John figures this out, whatever this is. But maybe they both don’t have to wait that long. Maybe, just maybe, posh boy could actually love him back.

…to be continued…

@just–elope

Earned it ♡ Grayson {smut}

Summary: You come home from a long trip and Grayson and you have a fun night celebrating you’re back.

Requested!

It was late in the afternoon, and you were feeling mentally and physically exhausted. You just got back from a two week trip that your boss had dragged you into, and because you didn’t want to let him down you decided to come with him and all your colleagues, who were just as excited as you. Not.

The trip had not exactly been what you expected it to be (it was horrible) and you were delighted to be back. You had missed your boyfriend Grayson very, very much and you were craving his jokes and smile that made your day, no matter how you felt.

Since you guys lived together you had never spent a night apart, so to be gone for two weeks felt extremely weird. You missed his laugh, his love, his stories and falling asleep every night next to him. You wanted to hug him, touch him and definitely do some other things too…

You always thought that being away from him for a couple of days wouldn’t drive you insane, but the shirtless pictures that he sent in the second  week made your knees weak.

~~~

You drive into the lane of your house and see to your unpleasant surprise that the lights inside were off and the curtains upstairs were closed. Weird…
Normally around this time of the day Grayson would be back from work or whatever he was doing.

Sometimes it got late, when he needed to edit a long video or he was having a fun time with Ethan, but that was very rare. He loved to be home and spend as much as time as he could with you.

And especially today; you just got back from being away for such a long time and he said he missed you like crazy. Why wasn’t he home to greet you then? With a strange feeling in your stomach you park your car, grab your bags and drag them with you to the door.

You let yourself in and somehow manage to get to the kitchen were it was also completely dark. You turn the lights on, turn around and notice a present that Grayson had left you.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers was standing in a vase and a red, plastic box was placed on the kitchen table. With a goofy smile you walk towards it and see a small note hidden between the roses, which said:

I missed you like crazy, Y/N. I bought something for you (it’s in the box). Put it on and go upstairs. It’s time to celebrate.

Your cheeks heat up when you open the box. Your mouth drops at the sight of the present. Grayson had bought he most gorgeous pair of lingerie for you. You adored that he exactly knew what you liked. It was totally made out of lace and covered with lila coloured flowers.

You quickly put it on and are stunned at how Grayson knew your exact size. You didn’t know how he discovered that; maybe he just seeked through your underwear drawer.

But anyway, you thought it looked gorgeous on yourself. Just like any other girl you were sometimes insecure about your body, but oh boy, how you felt sexy you in this.

You leave your clothes and stuff for what they are, tuck your hair behind your ears, take a deep breath and try to calm your damn nevers. Why were you feeling nervous but excited at the same time? Maybe it was just because you hadn’t seen him in such a long time and you were a little tired from traveling all day.

You go upstairs and when you arrive on the first floor you see rose petals leading to the bedroom. You hold your step and when you listen closely, you hear soft music playing, coming from the bedroom. Your favourite song, Earned It by The Weeknd was playing. On your tippy toes you walk to the door and slowly open it.

(I very highly recommend you listen to this song if you continue to read this! In my opinon it makes reading it more enjoyable.)

As you enter the room you finally see the man of your dreams; Grayson Dolan. He was wearing nothing but only some boxershorts and just the sight of his biceps, pretty face, fluffy hair and pasty thighs made your heart beat faster.

He was just laying casually on the bed, looking like an angel as always. You had almost forgotton how handsome he was and feel suddenly extremely thankful that you had such a beautiful human in your life.

‘Y/N,’ is the only thing he says. His face brightens and he shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe you were finally here. He quickly gets up and almost runs up to you. He lifts you up and swings you around like you weigh as much as a feather.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he spins you through the room, your heart swelling from joy. You giggle and when Grayson puts you down he stares at you like it’s the first time he sees you.

‘God, I missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how much I thought about going to Florida to come and pick you up. I thought I was going insane.’ You chuckle. ‘I missed you too, baby. I’m happy to be back.’

Grayson cups your cheeks and leans in to kiss you gently. The taste of his lips was so heavenly that you eagery press your body closer to his, wanting to taste and have all of him.

Your hands trail up and down his body to feel every muscle and every place on his skin you had missed while you were away. Was it just your imagination or were his arms even bigger than they were two weeks ago?

It felt like you could go on for hours, but Grayson eventually takes a step back. He locks eyes with you again and bites his lips. ‘What are you thinking?’ you ask quietly.

There is a moment of silence for a moment and you could feel the attraction like a magnet; the electricity was almost touchable and it was pulling Grayson and you towards each other.

‘Turn around,’ Grayson responds in a deep voice. It takes a moment before you notice the strict tone in his voice, something he always had when was in the mood. He wanted you. You could sense his arousement and his craving.

You do as he says and when you face the wall, Grayson puts his hands on your hips and puts his chin on your shoulder. When his breath hits your cold skin you shudder slightly. He was turning you on.

‘I missed you so much… Do you know how much I missed you, baby?’ His voice was thick of lust and you swallow the rock in your throat. 'N-No…’  

'Then I guess I’m going to have to show you, right?’ Grayson’s hands start to run up and down your thighs and your arms, and you gasp loudly when he gives your breasts a firm squeeze. 'Gray-’ you say, but he hushes you. 'Sshh… Tonight you can call me daddy.’

Your eyes grow wider and you were glad Grayson stood behind you so he couldn’t see you smiling like a goof. He had never spoken dirty to you like this, but hey, you weren’t complaining.

While one hand went back to your hip, the fingers of the other one began to draw tiny circles on your stomach, slowly trailing down to just above the waistline of your panties.

You held your breath in suspense, feeling a sudden heat between your inner thighs. He plays with the waistline of your panties, playfully tucking at it and you know he was teasing you.

'Grayson,’ you warn him. You feel Grayson’s cheeks become rounder and turning into a smile against the side of your face. 'Patience, baby.’ His lips grazed the skin of your shoulders and neck, making you feel all warm and tingly.

Of course you were enjoying every moment of this, but the fact that he was teasing the fuck out of you made it you almost unbearable. You had been craving his body for two weeks; the only thing you wanted now was him to touch you. 'Grayson, please.’

His hands trail to the waistline of your panties again and finally his hand find it’s way in it. His hand is so close to the place where you really needed him right now, but he doesn’t touch you anywhere. Not yet. His warmth makes the heat grow heavier and you almost couldn’t take it anymore. He was irresistible.

Your panties were soaked and Grayson could feel that as well. 'So wet for me already… And we haven’t even started yet,’ he chuckled softly. Oh, how he was loving the power he had over you. He knew you were complete putty in his hands, and tonight wasn’t different.

You gasp for air when he finally stroked a finger against your clit, carefully feeling you between your slicked folds. You arch your back, but Grayson saw it coming and is able to hold you back, pressing you hard against his bare chest.
He runs two fingers up and down your folds. You breathe in sharply and close your eyes. 'Oh. Oh… Daddy…’

Grayson growled and he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. You would have fallen over if Grayson didn’t pressed his hands to your waist, being determined to make you feel amazing tonight.

'Oh baby, I’m going to make you come so hard. You have no idea,’ he whispers into your ear as he starts to pump faster. His voice was deep and husky and didn’t sound like the usual. He was really loving this daddy-thing. And you were too.

A burning sensation was developing between your legs and you feel a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. You knew you were slowly reaching an orgasm. 'Daddy… I’m close,’ you cry out.

You throw your head back over his shoulder as your legs start to shake uncontrollable. Just at that exact moment Grayson decides to stop and take his fingers out.

'Grayson!’ you whine, feeling frustrated. He was teasing the flying fuck out of you. 'You’re not coming until I say so. You have to beg for it, baby.’ You felt Grayson’s erection poke your ass. 'Daddy, please. I want you so bad. I need you,’ you begged, playing along.

Grayson growled approvingly while one hand went to your panties and he slips two fingers back again, dipping them inside with a practiced ease. You buck your hips upward to meet his movement, soft moans escaping your mouth. You hear Grayson grinning; he knew very well he was driving you wild.

His fingers stroked against your folds, your walls tightening around them. 'Oh… Gray,’ you moan in pleasure, eyes closed again. You moan even louder when he starts picking up the speed, his thumb vigorously rubbing circles on your clit.

'You’re close,’ he whispered into your ear, breathing heavily. He knew your body so well that he could feel it when you were close to reaching your climax. 'Yes, daddy,’ you whisper, your breath unsteady. You were losing it, and it was a complete mystery how you were still standing up straight.

Grayson’s tight grip on your waist was the support you needed at this moment. 'Say my name, baby. Say it,’ Grayson demanded. Your body wanted to twitch, but Grayson was still capable to hold you as still as possible, making sure you received the most pleasure as possible. 'Fuck. Daddy!’

Grayson curls his fingers and you squeal loudly; the heavenly sensation bursting and sending fire through your veins, which made your legs and hands tremble. Embarrassing moans were leaving your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. He was touching you just right.

Not that it was a surprise, though; he knew all your weak spots like the back of his hand. You dug your nails into Grayson’s arms and bite your lip, trying to contain the pleasure this boy was giving you.

Grayson curls his rough fingers even further, touching the almost impossible nerve to reach; and that was it for you; you come completely and totally undone. 'Yes… Just like that. Good girl,’ he praises you.

Your vision went white for a few seconds before the amazing sensation slowly faded away, leaving your core sensitive. Grayson kept gently stroking your inner walls until the last wave of your orgasm had ebbed way.

You sigh deeply, feeling content and deeply in love. After a minute of trying to get yourself together while Grayson kissed the crook of your neck, you turn around to meet his dark eyes.

'I love you so much, Gray,’ you say happily, smiling at him. Grayson’s lips curl into a big smile as his hands stroked your back. 'I love you too, princess. You look by the way incredibly sexy in that. Even better than I had imagined it.’

Your heart flutters at his sweet words. 'Thank you.’ You giggle when Grayson lifts you up and carries you to the bed. 'Now let’s really get started.’

SASUSAKU FANFICTION RECOMMENDATION!

I was feeling nostalgic and remembering all the good stories I’ve read about my beautiful OTP. I re-read some and decided to share them with all my awesome fellow shippers. Most of them are canon-versed/post-canon and M-rated, because those are my favorites, hehehe. Enjoy!!

One-shots

Multi-chapter

Drabble/one-shot series

Interaction || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Can you do a platonic Bughead but reader thinks otherwise and in the end Juggie clears it up and they get together? Make it a bit angsty for meh 💓

A/N: Some fluff and angst for you! Hope you enjoy!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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“What if whoever killed Jason is coming after her next?” Betty asked.

You were about to comfort Betty and tell her that her sister was going to be okay when you saw Jughead put his arm around her, the blonde’s hand coming up to hold his. Archie looked at the two of them with a confused expression while Veronica turned to look at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched the person who loved, your best friend since childhood, being affectionate with Betty.

When did this happen?

You suddenly felt tears appear behind your eyes and quickly got up, everyone turning to look at you.

“I-I gotta go.” you said, grabbing your bag.

“Wait, Y/N—” Veronica began as she too got up.

Ronnie was the only one who knew about your love for Jughead. The two of you had a sleepover one night and you just couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. You spilled everything to her. How you had loved Jughead since you were in sixth grade. How every time you saw him you felt your heart would explode with love. Veronica had begged you to confess your feelings for the raven-haired boy, convinced he liked you back but you just shook your head. You couldn’t risk losing your best friend.

But you just did, didn’t you? Now you’d never have him.

You shook your head, attempting to keep the tears at bay.

“No, Ronnie, I need to go,” you said again. “I’ll just see you guys later, okay?”

Before anyone else could get a word in, you left the student lounge. You ran down the empty hallway before reaching the office door of the Blue and Gold and opened it, rushing inside. You closed the door behind you, instantly bursting into tears.

It couldn’t just be nothing, right? You were Jughead’s best friend and he was never touchy-feely with you. It wasn’t in his nature. They must be in a relationship. What was the other option?

You dropped your stuff on the ground, making your way over to the table in the middle of the room, sniffling softly. You didn’t even hear someone open the door and enter the room until a voice sounded out.

“Y/N?”

You jumped and turned around. Jughead was standing ten feet away from you, looking at you worriedly. You quickly wiped your tears away but Jughead had already seen them.

“Y/N, are—”

“I’m fine, Jughead.” you said, attempting to keep your voice from wavering again. 

“You don’t look—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Jughead. Okay?” you said.

Jughead was silent for a minute before he spoke again.

“Does this have to do with you liking me?” he asked.

You spun around, looking at him with wide eyes.

“H-How did you even—”

Jughead looked down.

“Veronica told me. Just now.” he said shyly.

You let out a frustrated growl, not noticing the smirk Jughead gave you.

Goddamn it, Ronnie.

“She shouldn’t’ve told you that.” you muttered.

Jughead chuckled, surprising you.

“And why not?” he asked cheekily, his hands going in his pockets.

You looked down.

“Because you like Betty.” you said quietly.

Jughead’s smile fell off his face.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

You sighed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Just now. You put your arm over her shoulder. You’re not an affectionate person, Juggie, no offense,” you added. “And, well, um, you never did that to me and we’re best friends. But you did it to Betty and then I just thought it was because you liked her.”

Jughead sighed.

“Y/N, that’s not why,” he said, walking over to you.

You looked up at him, heart beating faster an faster as he got closer and closer.

“It just seemed like the right thing to do, you know?” he began. “When my mom and Jellybean left, you comforted me like that, remember?”

You did.

Your heart broke at the memory of Jughead crying in your arms after he came home one day to no mother and no sister. It was his low point.

“Yeah, I remember.” you said tentatively, knowing this was still a sensitive topic for the teenager.

“It helped me. A lot,” he said. “I guess I was just trying to do the same thing for her.”

You swallowed.

“Oh,” you said.

So you had gotten all worked up for nothing. Great. You overreacted and now Jughead knew you liked him.

“Well, um,” you cleared your throat. “Thanks for clearing that up.” you said lamely.

Nice.

Jughead chuckled again and took another step closer to you so your faces were inches apart.

“True… But there’s still the fact that you like me.” he said.

You looked up at the raven-haired teen with wide eyes and Jughead’s expression turned to one of nervousness.

“Y/N, I… Just… Can I try something?” he asked quietly.

His palm reached up to cup your cheek and you nodded. Jughead quickly captured your lips with his. His lips were soft and he kissed you gently, almost shyly. You deepened the kiss showing him that this was what you wanted, that he was what you wanted. The two of you pulled away for air and Jughead gave you one of his world-famous smirks.

“Still think Betty’s the one I like?” he asked cockily.

You giggled, looking down again bashfully.

“You know, as of this moment, I think it’s kinda doubtful.”

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"Why are you so annoying?" With Oikawa and his s/o? Soulmate AU with the words on the wrist and those words are on s/o's wrist.

Oikawa Tooru:


Oikawa had always been a bit insecure.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to his superiority complex or being outshined by Kageyama, or what. Although he did know one thing for sure.
Those damned words on his wrist played a huge part in all of his negative feelings. From the very moment he became literate, they haunted him. “Why are you so annoying?” they read, and the word “annoying” became the bane of his existence. As much as Oikawa wanted to meet his soulmate, he didn’t want to be seen as an abomination. The person who he was to be tied to for an eternity’s first impression of him would be “annoying”. He hated that, he hated the very image of anyone he loved deeming him obnoxious. These very words were the foundation of his facade.

As years passed on Oikawa hoped and prayed that maybe, someday, he’d wake up to find that black ink washed away and replaced with something new. Everyone around him had a nice little saying printed on them. Iwaizumi’s said, “I’ve never seen you here before.”, even Hanamaki’s was a cute little message of, “God, you’re hilarious.” No matter how hard he tried to be the image of perfection, by fate, he was always to been seen as annoying. Sometimes, he realized he should be getting a lesson out of this. Not everyone was going to find him perfect at first, not everything is going to go his way. But no, he was stubborn and everyday he enhanced his mask more and more to the point where it was covered in feathers and rhinestones and diamonds alike, fanning out to the point where you couldn’t see his real face at all. It was heavy, it was weighing him down, and god he rues the day he meets his soulmate, because there’s no guaranteeing he won’t slap them for what they’ve done.

Oikawa always stays for an extra hour or two after practice. He used to stay late in the gymnasium to actually practice as intended, but now that there was nothing to train for, his only reason for staying after was so he could finally get some time alone. Once 5:30 came and all his fangirls trickled out and his team soon followed, the coach would toss him the keys, promptly asking him to “lock up when he’s done”, and would shut the heavy titanium doors behind him. The handle would click, then Oikawa would finally be alone. He got seldom alone time at his house, his parents were home a lot more recently, and of course he loved his parents, but he just couldn’t stand them lately. If they were near him, the likelyhood of getting a paper shoved in his face was high. “University of Tokyo! Oxford! Meiji! Harvard!” they’d chant, and all this talk of bills and college and tuition was driving him absolutely mad. He thought that graduating from high school would finally lift the heavy weight off his shoulders, but just the idea of that diploma was pushing him down more. He lied down in the center of the gym, the cold wooden floor a sensation on his skin. Since 95% of the student body and staff was off campus by 5:00, Oikawa always took this chance to scream. He’d inhale, tilt his head back and scream, scream until his frustration dwindled down or his lungs began to burn, whichever came first. So today, per usual, he just screamed, the booming of his voice echoing off the walls of the gymnasium. Although, before he could reach any degree of vocal climax, the heavy titanium doors clicked open. He didn’t even bother sitting up to check who had opened the door, it was either some teacher, who would dismiss his behavior, or Iwaizumi, who would lecture him about it later on. Although, it couldn’t have been either. He heard a feminine snort, then the click of the door.
“Why are you so annoying?”
Oikawa didn’t have anytime to think, the rush of being caught unsettling his nerves.
“Deprecation my dear!” He called back, waving his arms around melodramatically. He sat up to meet his confronter, who was standing still, shocked by the doors.
“Excuse me, what?”
“What?”
“Repeat what you just said to me?”
“What?”
“No the other thing!”
“Oh… Deprecation my dear?”
The girl sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“Please be joking.”
“What?” Oikawa repeated for what seemed like the twentieth time today.
“Well…” She sighed. “First of all, I would like to say fuck you for making the last eighteen years of my life a poetic hell.”
Oikawa, who had figured he had sad ‘what’ too many times today opted for cocking his head, his eyes widening when she flashed him her wrist, his heart beating faster as his eyes scanned over the words.
“Oh god…” He mumbled, looking down at his own wrist. “And you… you said… why are you so… annoying…” Oikawa took a deep breath, letting his arm fall back to his side.
“You really wanna talk about hell, missy? Couldn’t you have said ‘hey, why’re you screaming’ or ‘hey, is something wrong’ instead of this?” He forcefully shoved his wrist in her face, his every word dripped with malice. He should be happy, but god, he couldn’t help but feel enraged. “These words turned me into a maniac. These words are why I’m stuck here screaming by myself at 6:00 at night! These words are why I’m… so annoying…” His tantrum slowly decrescendoed as he looked up at her, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her fists taut at her sides.
“Well, I’m sorry. It was really all up to fate. If it were up to me I’d say something completely different but… hey, if it makes you feel any better, every literature teacher I’ve had for the past seven years has used me as an example of poetry because of the words you said.”
“That’s not as bad as depreciation.”
“In my third year of middle school we had to do a writing prompt on my wrist.” She snorted, looking down at the words. “Who would’ve guessed that it was all over some guy screaming in a gym. I thought I’d meet you as an art student in a coffee shop.”
Oikawa couldn’t help but laugh, subconsciously taking her hand into his.
“Well… I’m Oikawa Tooru… you probably already know that…”
“Ooh, narcissist, much?” She grinned, playfully. He had known her for a minute yet he was already growing on to her sarcastic nature. “Well, I’m __ __, it’s nice to finally meet you after all these years.”
“You know, __…”
“Yeah?”
“I made a promise to myself that I would slap my soulmate once I met them because of all the shit they’ve put me through.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to slap you, though.”
“Damn, good. You seem like you have a lot of bottled up anger, and I’d rather you scream into the void than use me as a stress ball.”
Oikawa gaped, searching for a counter argument but settling on a sigh.
“Gosh, you’re a mean one, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s just deprecation, my dear!”

One Chance [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1582
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius Black wants to be with Y/n L/n, but can he prove that he’s more than just his one night stands?
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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“You know love, you look rather ravishing this early morning,” Sirius said with a smirk as he sat beside you in the Great Hall. “Go away Black,” you sighed, turning away from the black haired boy.

“Don’t be like that baby girl! I’m just telling you the truth! Don’t you want someone telling you that you look beautiful?” Sirius faked hurt.

“I do want someone to tell me I look beautiful. I don’t want you,” you told him as you pushed your food away from you.

The smirk on his face is unmistakable, “Oh, you don’t want me? I think you’re lying.”

“Why would you think I’m lying?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” Sirius said smugly.

“You’re so up yourself. Just leave me alone,” you said as you stood up. As you began to walk off, you heard Sirius say, “Just you wait, baby girl. You’ll realise how much you want me.”

“That’s likely,” you muttered as you walked out.

***

“Hey L/n!”

You rolled your eyes and groaned, tucking your textbooks under your arm, “What do you want now Black?”

“Same as before. I want you,” he said, reaching over to push a lock of your hair out of your face. You pulled away from him and narrowed your eyes, “Look, Black. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not interested in you. I’m not interested in being your toy of the day, or the week if I’m ‘lucky’. I don’t want to sleep with you! Why can’t you accept that?!”

“Hey now,” Sirius faked shock and hurt, “I don’t just want to sleep with you. I want a relationship with you.”

You scoffed, “Oh yeah? I’ll believe that when Lily Evans agrees to date James bloody Potter. And, considering how things are going with them, that’s never. Why don’t you just go back to Marlene McKinnon or something? Weren’t you fucking her last week? You’re all she can talk about anyways.”

Your voice sounded bitter though you didn’t mean it to.

“I don’t want to be with McKinnon! I want to be with you. Yes, I’ve slept with her. I’ve slept with a lot of people, and I know you know it. There’s no point denying it. But don’t judge me based on what I’ve done,” Sirius said.

“Considering that I’ve literally watched nearly every girl in our entire year, the year below and the year above crying over how you played them, I’m gonna have to go with the likelihood that if I were to go out with you, I’d be the next girl crying in the toilet cubicles,” you moved your textbooks under the other arm.

Sirius was silent, and you rolled your eyes again, “Look, if you have nothing else to say then we’re done here. Just accept the fact that I don’t want you. I never have, and I never will.”

You turned around and began to walk off, though before you got too far away, you could have sworn you heard him say, “I’ll win you over, just you wait L/n.”

***

“Come on Evans, just say yes to him! It’s just one date. I know he’s a dork, but you know he means well,” Sirius pleaded with the redhead.

“You just want Y/n to go out with you,” Lily accused, frowning at the taller boy. “Well, yes. But Prongs deserves a date too. Why can’t you do it? For me?” Sirius pouted, but Lily just raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not saying yes to James just so you can break Y/n’s heart. Go find a new hobby,” she said, “But if you really want to be with her that badly, why don’t you just prove it to her? Stop sleeping around, and flirting with other girls. Make her realise you’re serious - excuse the pun - about her. Now, I’ve got to go, hun. I’m late for class. But good luck!”

Sirius cursed to himself, leaning against a wall. All he wanted was a chance with you, but you wouldn’t give him it. He could see why, but he hated it nonetheless.

He watched as you walked past him on your way to class, admiring how beautiful you looked. You may have been wearing the same robes as everyone else in the school, but to him, you somehow made them look… better.

Maybe Lily was right. He’d have to prove to you that he wanted to be with you.

“Hey Sirius, want to skip class and…” Marlene smirked suggestively, appearing at his side as she stroked up Sirius’ bicep slowly.

Sirius closed his eyes and pushed her away, “Not now, McKinnon.” As he walked away, his eyes still trained on your retreating form, Marlene frowned.

Sirius never said no to being with a girl.

***

“He’s acting strange, I’m telling you,” Marlene said as she reapplied her lipstick, “I keep offering myself to him and he keeps denying me! He never used to do that! I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Lily acted like she had no idea why Sirius had been acted the way he was, but secretly smiled to herself. He was listening to her advice for the first time ever.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to sleep around anymore,” Lily said, making Marlene sigh. “I never thought the day would come.”

***

You sat beside the Black Lake, enjoying the summer breeze as you sat reading a book you took from the library earlier.

It was a perfect afternoon, and you were enjoying the peace and quiet until your reading was disrupted by a voice.

“Y/n, babe,” James said as he sat down beside you. You looked up at the messy haired boy, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up Potter?”

“Nothing! Can’t a guy sit with one of his best friends on a nice afternoon and not want anything?” James said in fake shock.

“You’re right, they can. But not when the guy in question’s best friend has been almost stalking me for weeks now,” you said as you marked the page of your book and closed it.

“I wouldn’t call it stalking as such,” James said with a smile. “What would you call it then?” He paused for a moment, “Okay, no, you’re right. He has been stalking you a little. But only because he’s crazy about you. You’re the only thing he’s been taking about for weeks now.”

You almost blushed at the new information, your heart starting to beat faster, though you’d never admit that aloud. “What’s he been saying?”

“Just how much he loves you. And that he wants to be with you. And some other sickeningly lovey stuff that I’d only repeat if it were to my Lily. The point is, he’s head over heels for you babe,” James said as he leant back to lay across the grass.

You didn’t say anything, trying to hide the small smile that was making its way across your face.

“Why doesn’t he just say that to me?” You asked, laying down next to James. He shrugged, “He’s not good at feelings.”

“Do me a favour and convince him to tell me his feelings? I want to hear it from him,” you said as you reached over to grab your book again.

“Will do, babe.”

***

“Come on, Padfoot! She told me herself, she wants you to tell her how you feel! Women love words! So tell her for Merlin’s sake!” James said to Sirius as they walked out of the Great Hall.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin. How am I supposed to put into words how much I love her, and how much I hate it when she’s not around?” Sirius asked in despair.

“Actually, I think you just did,” James said with a grin as he saw you rounding the corner at that particular moment. He slapped Sirius on the back as he began to walk away.

“Did you hear that?” Sirius asked you, wincing a little. “Maybe,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear, “But just in case I heard it wrong, maybe you should say it again. But this time to my face.”

“I erm… I… I don’t… I mean… Damn it! Why is this so hard to say?! Why can’t I just tell you how bad I want you?! And not like a ‘I want you in my bed’ want you, but like… Merlin, Y/n, I just want to be with you! I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, I want to be able to hold you, touch you, make other guys know that you’re mine! Because whether you know it or not, you are mine! And I’m going to keep on asking you out, because I’m not going to give up on you, on us! You belong with me, in my arms!” He grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his as he slowly walked you backwards. You felt the wall behind you, and all you could focus on was the love and lust clouding Sirius’ eyes.

“Please Y/n. Just give me a chance!” He pleaded quietly.

“You know, that’s the first real thing you’ve said to me,” you said with a small smile, “Without all the flirting and all the other charm crap.”

Sirius grinned, “So you’ll give me chance?”

He looked at you hopefully, and you pretended to think for a minute, before smiling back, “One chance. If you blow it, it’s not my fault.”

“One chance is all I need, baby girl.”

Injury on the Quidditch Field

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3738

Author’s Note: I wanted to write Stuart for Stuart Week that @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski had extended and who doesn’t love Stuart? Come on. But, thanks to my amazing best fren @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!


Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


It’s crazy how hard you have to work to be able to achieve your dreams, and then there’s this internship. Working towards this internship is like the hunger games. You fight to the death, but no one’s actually dying. Obviously. Even though I went to highly well known college, it seemed that no one actually wanted me on their team. I even had a guy demand my presence on his team based on my looks, which I was not okay with. So, now I’m in the group with the leftovers, which included Neha, Yo-Yo, Billy, Nick, Stuart, and Lyle, who was the leader of the group. They all seemed really nice except for Stuart. He seemed to have a snarky attitude, which I was immediately attracted to. Why? I don’t know exactly, but it didn’t help that he was absolutely gorgeous. He’s got dark chestnut hair that’s poking out of his navy blue beanie, black rimmed glasses with gorgeous whiskey colored orbs, moles that danced across his left cheek, trailing down onto his neck, and his lips; boy, his lips look so soft and so pink. Surprisingly, Stuart and I had gotten pretty close after I took the chance to talk to him one day.

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Joker Imagine - Make me love you PART 2

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Your P.O.V.

My eyes felt very heavy, but I forced them open. Everything I saw was one big blur of colours, but most was dark. What the fuck was going? My head was pounding and my body felt weak, almost like I had been sleeping for a day and I just woke up. I moaned because I was unable to speak due these strange symptoms. To be honest I was a little scared. I felt drugged.

In the middle of the big blur I saw something white and green coming closer. As it came very close, I recognized a pair of eyes, a red smile and metallic teeth. Then I realized that it was Joker. ‘’You’re awake early’’ He told me and the last word echoed in my head. I groaned and shut my eyes for a while. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? How did I get here? Where am I?

‘’Y/N’’ His raspy voice spoke up again, causing me to look at this man. My heart started beating faster for some reason. Well it wasn’t a random reason, let’s face it, the reason was him. ‘’Where..wh-where’’ I tried to speak, but it seemed too hard. The rest was just a messy moan again and I sighed. It was frustrating. ‘’be quiet kitten, just relax’’ He told me sternly, but he wasn’t angry. Me being me I didn’t listen. ‘’Where..am..I?’’ I forced the words out of my mouth. Then I focused on his face. He was smiling a little bit. ‘’We’re on the way to the penthouse’’ He let me know.

Penthouse? His house? I breathed out slowly and looked away from him. As I moved my eyes, everything blurred again. I tried to move arm arm, but I was too weak to do that. What on earth had he done to me? ‘’Take it easy, it’ll be okay soon’’ He tried to tell me. I grunted a few times, but it didn’t make me magically stronger. Then everything turned darker and I couldn’t move anymore. Joker’s arms draped around my body and he pulled me closer to him.If I could, I’d push him away from me, but another part of me liked this. The truth was that I liked Joker, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, since I was afraid of commitment and love.

‘’Just sleep sleepy head’’ Were the last words I heard before I fell asleep in his arms. Just before that I thought that we were in a car because I heard the engine which echoed in my head until everything was quiet and dark again.

*~*~*

Something tickled a little bit on my cheek. I groaned and tried to turn around, but I couldn’t. Then I opened my eyes, only to see a dark room with dim lights. Joker was in front of me and his hand was on my cheek. ‘’What the-’’ I started, but stopped in my tracks quickly. I remembered things better now. He killed my boyfriend and then made me sleep. ‘’Did you sleep well?’’ He asked me with a crooked smile. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, because it was kinda dry.

‘’I did, but why am I here?’’ I asked him, trying to sound angry. He stood up straight and put his hands behind his back. Then he looked at the lamp and I could see his face better. ‘’Well I couldn’t leave you with the body. Batman was on the way and he would blame you’’ Joker explained to me. I closed my eyes and I could see Jason on the floor when Joker shot him. It’s like his damn head just exploded or something. I know that most people would be sad but I was actually enjoying the sight. I only panicked because it was so sudden.

‘’How did Batman know?’’ I decided to speak and it was the first thing that came to my mind. Joker turned to look at me again and he walked closer. ‘’Your neighbours snitched or then Batsy just kept an eye on me. You see he seems to like me since he can’t leave me alone’’ He snickered like it was funny. Then he grabbed a chair and dragged it next to me, taking a seat on it.

‘’Well thank you for your concern Mr.J but I would appreciate if you would untie me and let me go’’ I told him as politely as I could. The smile on his face faded and he seemed a little offended. ‘’Now why on earth would I do that Y/N? Hm? After all you said when you were in your little daze?’’ He raised his voice a little. My heart started beating faster in my chest and I felt small. What had I told him? I had no memory of telling him anything special.

‘’Thank you so much J’’ He mimicked me and slowly stood up again. I clenched my jaw and stayed quiet. ‘’Jason was bad, very very bad’’ He continued and it seemed to anger him. The next thing I knew was that Joker threw the chair to the wall and it startled me, making me flinch. ‘’How about this..’’ He growled and placed his hands on the table beside my head. Then he looked down at me and pulled the lamp above my face. Now he scared me.

‘’I like you J but I can’t’’ He growled, still mimicking me. So I had said all that? I bit my bottom lip and held my breath in. My eyes stung and I felt like I had fucked up. He couldn’t know all that! ‘’Care to explain?’’ He raised his non-existent eyebrows at me. Then silence fell over the room. I could only hear his breaths and my wild heartbeat. I didn’t know what to tell him. It hurt because I wanted to explain myself, but I simply couldn’t. Then I felt a warm tear rolling down my face, but I still looked at him. He was gritting his teeth and he just waited for something, anything really.

‘’I’m sorry’’ I whispered quietly. Suddenly he hit the table, startling me again. ‘’Come on Y/N let it out!’’ He yelled at me. I know this was frustrating for him. I had to admit that it was my fault. I had been flirty with him in the beginning and I got him into this pity of feelings. Then I just ignored him. It was because of Jason, a fucking jerk who wanted to control my life. I hoped that I could keep Joker out of it. But I couldn’t.

‘’Have you ever heard of philophobia?’’ I whimpered and tried to keep myself together. Joker squinted his eyes and looked at me closely. ‘’Philophobia?’’ He wanted to be sure. I nodded and let him think. Then something happened in his eyes. Almost like he thought of something. ‘’Why would you have that?’’ he asked me seriously. So he knew what it was. ‘’Because’’ I whispered and then looked away from him. Damn this was hard. This situation was like a knife to my heart. 

The next thing that Joker did was surprising, he started untying me. I just looked at his green hair because he faced down, not showing me his face. A few minutes later my ankles and wrists were free, yet I lied there. Why would I move? It’s not like I would leave or anything. ‘’What did he do to you?’’ Joker broke the silence, but still faced me with his back. It’s like he was close to a mental breakdown or something. Not that I was a doctor, but I knew him well enough.

‘’A little bit of everything’’ I sighed and tried to calm down. I didn’t like being weak in front of people. Especially not Joker. I had feelings for him that I was afraid of. I couldn’t. What if he would grow tired of me and start treating me like Jason did? I was taken back to reality when I felt something on my hand. Joker pulled me up so I was sitting and he kept his hand on mine. How strange, but I didn’t mind it too much.

‘’Tell me’’ He demanded seriously and I didn’t want to piss him off again. Well fuck I knew I would be stuck here until I’d tell him. Here goes nothing. ‘’At first he was sweet, polite and everything you could ask for. Then he just changed, I don’t know what happened. He blamed me’’ I started and avoided eye contact. Joker was quiet so I knew he listened to me. ‘’Then one night he came home and he was stoned. I tried to leave him, but no, he didn’t let me’’ I continued and then the flashbacks came. A shiver ran down my spine and I stared into emptiness. I could still feel his dirty hand on me. I could hear his voice and feel his breath on my skin.

‘’He told me that the kidnappers were doing the right thing to me. Then he started to hurt me. Every fucking day I’d get slapped, punched, kicked, hit with objects and so much more. I couldn’t leave J, he said he’d kill me’’ I teared up and then hid my face in my hands. Letting out was so weird, kinda good but it made me feel vulnerable. Although I had taken down people in fights before, Jason was different. He truly terrified me. It was kinda unbelievable that he was gone.

‘’He can’t hurt you anymore’’ Joker reminded me. He was probably finding it hard to say something. I couldn’t blame him tho. ‘’Damn if I could bring him back alive I’d do that just to kill him again’’ He growled angrily. I took my hands away from my face and then I looked at him again. Our eyes met and then I felt like my lips were locked. I didn’t know what to say anymore. ‘’You know that I’m not like him’’ Joker let me know, but it sounded more like a question. ‘’I don’t hurt the few people I care about’’ He added seriously. I just nodded because I wasn’t in the mood to speak.

Silence.

We were both quiet for a while. It wasn’t awkward, but there was tension in the air. He didn’t do anything. It was like he was in deep thoughts. I felt like I had to do something even tho it scared me. Maybe just maybe it was the right thing to do. I leaned closer to Joker and grabbed his face in my hands. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I pressed my lips against his and I closed my eyes. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back. A second later his right hand was on my back and his other hand was tangled in my hair, pushing my head closer to him to deepen the kiss.

We were fucking kissing.

My heart was pumping so hard that it nearly jumped out of my chest. But it felt so good. He moved his lips on mine and made me open my mouth a little bit. The next thing I knew was that he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t mind. The kiss got so heated that I moaned without thinking. But after a while we needed air, so we pulled back from each other. I looked into his icy blue eyes. He seemed just as surprised as I was.

‘’Promise me something’’ I whispered, feeling ready to say this. There was no use in hiding anymore. Joker nodded and waited for me to continue. This deadly man didn’t look so deadly in front of me. ‘’Don’t ever become like Jason’’ I told him dead seriously. If I’d go through that again, I wasn’t sure if I could find a way out. ‘’I promise you that kitten’’ Joker promised me seriously. My lips curved into a small smile. ‘’If you promise to give this a try, trust me, it’ll be worth it’’ He added quickly.

‘’I promise’’ 

Jealous confession (NCT Dream’s Jeno scenario)

Anon said: Could you do a soft jeno scenario which includes a jealous confession;-; IM SO SOFT FOR NCT DREAM

I’m so sorry that I’m not super familiar with the dream members except for maybe Mark and Donghyuck but I tried my best!!

Originally posted by princerenjun

“Hey Mark, could you pass me my soda?” you said as you sat on the couch in NCT’s dorm livingroom. Almost all the members were out, except for you, Mark and your best friend and crush Jeno who were all watching TV together.

“Yeah sure, Y/N” he said as he reached over to the table situated in front of the three of us before handing it over to me. I thanked him with a quick smile before drinking the last of my glass and putting it down closer to myself this time.

“Hey, Y/N, when was it that English class starts tomorrow? I totally forgot” Mark wasn’t actually in the same grade as you, but seeing as you both spoke English fluently you were in the same English class. Every other class you had, you fortunately shared with Jeno.

“Huh? I’m not sure actually.. Maybe around 2PM?” you said as you looked at him, not realising you were both speaking in English and accidentally leaving a certain someone out of the conversation, you both started getting into a very intense discussion about how awful your English teacher was. How there they give you both C’s when you both deserved at least B’s?!

Jeno, feeling a bit jealous over how Mark could talk with you about almost anything in English without him understanding, all of a sudden decided he wanted to be a part of this conversation as well.

“Oh my god, yeah”

Silence was the only thing in the room as the two English speakers turned to look at Jeno who was now blushing slightly before they giggled as the youngest’s cheeks reddened more than before.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Jeno, we totally forgot you don’t speak English!” you said as you smiled at him and took his hand, making his heart beat slightly faster as he just looked to the ground.

Pay more attention to me, Y/N…

“I have a pretty big test tomorrow in chemistry so I’m gonna go study now, ok guys? I’ll see you later Y/N!” Mark said as he got off the couch and into the room he was sharing with someone else.

It was quiet for a moment before Jeno suddenly spoke, still holding your hand.

“Hey… Y/N… Do you.. Have feelings for Mark hyung..?” He said, almost whispering as if he didn’t actually want you to hear his question.

You turned your head to watch him as he once again looked to the ground.

“N-no.. I.. Only see Mark as a friend.. Why?” You said, trying to get him to look into your eyes.

“I.. You.. You both just seemed like you.. Liked  each other or something just now… But if you don’t then… Would you maybe consider… Dating me?” He said softly, still looking down, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“J-jeno..” you whispered.

“I just… When I saw you two like that I just wanted to tell you that I’ve liked you for so long. Ever since the first time we met I’ve felt like you were special and.. You really are..” He said.

“Ya, Jeno look at me”

He slowly turned his head to you, cheeks pink and eyes slightly watery, probably scared of rejection.

“Of course I’d love to date you” you smiled at him, making his eyes go big before smiling back at you.

“Then, let’s go to the cinema tomorrow like a real date!”



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In the Dark

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve and Reader decide to try the Haunted House at the amusement park.

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings: None

Originally posted by avengersimaginings

You and the other Avenger had spent most of the day wandering around the amusement park. Everyone made fun of Steve who got sick on a roller-coaster once. However after most of the Avengers got sick after a particularly bumpy ride, you and Steve spent the rest of the afternoon together.

The sun was slowly setting down and you only had time for one last ride. You looked around you and saw the haunted house ride.

“Wanna try that one?”

“A haunted house?” He replied, amused tone in his voice. “Are you tired?”

“A bit.” You admitted with a small smile. He laughed as you walked towards the ride.

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Remember Me - Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, memory loss

Prologue / Chapter 1


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anonymous asked:

Helloo i read your fic on ao3 and i love it!!!! :3 Also your taking requests? If yes, could you do this : eren and mikasa goes skinny dipping in the ocean for the first time??

Title: looking away

Summary: There are three things Eren will never give up on: sunsets, the ocean and Mikasa.

Notes: ahhhhh sorry for the wait!!! hopefully this is manages up to your expectations!! but here have some fluffy eremika guys!!!


There it exists, in all its immemorial and omniscient glory; the ocean.

Eren Jaeger looks at the ocean for the second time. His pants rolled up to his knees, the salt water foaming around his exposed skin, gently lapping as he wades through, with seaweed and muddy sand tickling his feet. He breathes in the air and watches as the sun set into the horizon, leaving streaks of orange and pink across the sky and clouds that come floating – not to add rain or a storm, but to add color, and Eren marvels.

And Eren aches.

He’s about to go in deeper, immerse himself into the water and discover the mysteries this abundance holds, when he hears a voice call out his name.

“Eren!” It’s Mikasa, and Eren turns around to see her, her one hand cupped around her mouth, the other waving at him. Her own pants have been rolled up to her knees and her inky black hair flies with the wind, her eyes shinining pacifically with contentment and happiness and he cannot help but smile back at her.

“Mikasa!” He waves back. “Come over here!”

She hesitates, but soon gives in joyfully as she hops with one foot over the other carefully. She makes her way towards him, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she places her hands on top of the water, gliding them across it’s smoothness.

“Ahh,” Mikasa sighs, looking up at the sunset.

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What's the worst thing about having a tc?

The worst thing, it’s never being able to get them off your mind, this person is all you think about, you go to the shops and hope to run into them, you’re at the beach and you pray that they will be there, you go past their classroom or office and dart your eyes quickly in and out again to see if they’re there but you don’t want others to notice. You can’t help but think about them when you’re in a class you hate; ”it would be so much better with [TC/N]“ and it just makes you feel even worse. You go to family parties and even have a small bit of hope that they are a family friend. You just want them to be there, everywhere.

and then there’s the fact that you can’t share your feelings, no one can know, you can’t tell your best friends because you know they’ll judge you, you can’t tell your parents and you can’t share anything too personal online.

when you see them, your heart beat faster than Usain Bolt runs, you stop breathing for a second and then blush whilst they talk to you, your hands shake when they get close to you, and when they make eye contact, oh my god EYE CONTACT like aCTUAL eye CONTACT you just want to smile and stare into their eyes for hours, but they look away, and even small things like that hurt.

you sit at home and listen to songs that remind you of them, tears roll down your face but there’s nothing you can do, you’re in love with them whilst they’re at home with their other half / kids and you are sat in your bedroom, playing music so loud your parents can’t hear you crying because of them.

then there’s Summer, two whole months away from them, you hope the feelings will fade but actually your heart just aches for two straight months until you see them again. you get your timetable for the next year, they aren’t your teacher, you break down.

you love them, but you can’t have them.
that’s what sucks.

Panic Attacks || Caspar Lee

“Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Well call me crazy, but as far as I’m concerned, receiving death threats is kind of a big deal!” Joe shouts making me shrink away from him, “I’m not going to let people tell my sister to kill herself! Or say that they’re going to kill you! What the fuck?” He tugs at his hair.

“People are just upset that I’m your sister and that I’m dating Caspar,” I sigh, “Honestly Joe it doesn’t bother me.” I place my hand on his shoulder, feeling him loosen up under my touch.

“Does Caspar know about them?” He spins around to face me. I shake my head no, “And you’re not going to tell him are you?”

“Are you fucking serious Y/N? Of course, I’m going to tell my best friend that his girlfriend and my sister is getting death threats!” He shouts again, I retract my hand from him.

“Joe you need to calm down you’re scaring me,” I mumble moving away from Joe.

I hear the door to the flat open and Caspar saunter inside, “Hey guys, what’s all the shouting?”

“I-i,” I attempt to say some reason but my words get stuck in my throat, “Joe please don’t tell him, it’ll only make things worse,” I beg.

“People are telling Y/N that she should kill herself or that they’re going to kill her,” Joe says eyes locked with mine. I close my eyes tear escaping them.

“What?” Caspar shouts. I feel panic begin to flood my senses. A ball prevents me from breathing or talking, my heart begins beating faster and faster. The sounds of the two men in the room begin to fade away and the panicked voice in my head gets louder and louder. I feel myself falling to the floor, and arms wrapping themselves around me.

“Y/N please take a breath, my love, you need to breathe,” Caspar’s voice taking over my panicked mind. I take a deep breath in and out and I continue the pattern.

“Good job, You’re doing amazing Y/N,” I hear Joe’s voice say softly.

As my breathing evens out and my heart beat returns to its normal pace. My vision clears and the tears subside.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, “I didn’t mean too, I’ve been borderline panic attack all day, I’m sorry.”

“No no no you don’t have to apologize,” Caspar says cradling me in his arms.

“We just love you,” Joe sighs, “No one can say that kind of stuff to my baby sister.”

“I love you both so much,” I say tears escaping my eyes.

“Please let us make a video about it Y/N/N?  we won’t be assholes well just tell them to stop or they’ll be charged,” Caspar asks hope filling his voice.

“Even if I say no you’ll both do it anyway,” I sigh.

Later on that night two videos had gone up. Both of your boys had defended you, even if you didn’t need them too.

“Thanks, Casp,” I shout through his apartment.

“No problem my love,” He shouts back.

Cheesy Ship-Related Starters.
  • "My heart does this pitter patter thing whenever I see you, and I don't know how to handle it."
  • "I think I'm in love with you."
  • "Can I brush your hair?"
  • "Just looking at you makes my heart beat faster."
  • "You're breathtaking."
  • "Your ___ drives me crazy. In a good way."
  • "You know, I can imagine spending the rest of my life with you."
  • "Did you get the flowers I sent?"
  • "I got the flowers you sent."
  • "I treat you pretty great, eh?"
  • "As much as I love you, if ___ wanted to sleep with me, I'd totally hit that."
  • "Did you just throw flour in my face?"
  • "I can't decide if I want to kiss you or hit you with a bus half the time."
  • "We are not having a food fight in my parents kitchen!"
Adventure (Mafia!Jungkook)

Plot: A secret relationship with mafia!Jungkook

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Word Count: 858

A/N: so this is a bit short bc the next part (which is for the most part written so when you guys wanna read it, let me know !!) is gonna be a big part and I just wanted this to add some more to the relationship so I added a bit of fluff and I was listening to Lost Stars and the line of “take my hand, let’s see where we wake up tomorrow” for some reason hit me so hard so this entire thing is literally just that one singular line bc of that soft lil breathy voice and his emotions while singing and fuck I think I need a hug he sounded so sad I’m not over this but moving on before I start fucking crying, the link for this is mafia!Jungkook (here)

“Do you know where we’re going?” you laughed as you followed him down the empty street, taking his outstretched hand.

“Nope. But let’s find out.”

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So Much Younger Yesterday

So Much Younger Yesterda ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Setting : Modern AU

****Requested: nupe

****Warnig: Um, very ummm… borderline smutty. Also Peter lets out a very loud curse at the end. Oops? AND DRUNK EDMUUUUNNNDDD!!! (Also this is too long, i APOLOGIZE.)


Edmund removed his helmet and lowered his sword, smiling broadly at his brother.
“Good fight.” He smirked.
“That’s cause you won.” Peter huffed. “That was also because you caught me off guard.”
Edmund laughed and mocked his brother, the two of them walking to the locker rooms.
When they reached the locker rooms, Edmund swung his locker open and grinned as his phone rang loudly.
Edmund picked the phone up happily.
“Hey, Y/N.” Edmund greeted. “What up?”
“I-Where are you?” Y/N’s voice replied weakly.
At this, Edmund straightened up. “I just finished sword-fighting with Peter. What’s wrong?”
“I-Group work. I can’t—“
“Where are you?”
“Football field. Bleachers.” Y/N replied, shakily.
“Stay there, on my way.”
“Please take a bath first.“ Y/N replied, joking through her tears.
Edmund smiled weakly. “No promises.”

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